Mankind has stood the test of ages. Always changing, always growing, the human race has evolved and shaped themselves into what they are today to survive. That part of history has never changed. Even when people started to appear that held powers over the others, it was seen as an evolutionary change to survive the world around them. A bizarre, fantastical change. A change that made those left normal begin to grow fearful and jealous. A change that some wanted to exploit.
And exploit it they did.
Gathering up as many of these people as they could, the Government adapted to their newfound powers. At first it was to watch, and study. Testing their genome against that of a normal born human, seeing if it were passed on with genetics, or just a lucky trait. Isolating the strand of the DNA these abnormals had, the testing spread and morphed. Every newborn in every hospital around the country was tested for this rare 'condition', pulled away from their mothers and fathers amidst screams of despair. Raised in facilities that would hone their strengths, minimize their weaknesses, turn them into killing machines.
These people were the perfect pawns. They lived for the Government that turned to enslave them for their own purposes. They died knowing their subjugation wasn't right. Voices rang out, mixing with the souls of the departed. Cries of justice, of longing freedom.
Niou Shi was one of the lucky ones.
By the time he was born, hidden births had already been long in practice. Children hidden away from the world grew up like shadows. No one truly knew they existed, and yet, they were around every corner. Most of them, born normal, were allowed to admit themselves into society. They were allowed to go to the doctor as a normal citizen would, allowed to attend school and be around other children.
That was where Niou's luck ran out, for he wasn't born normal.
Almost as soon as he was able to speak, there was something obviously wrong with the boy. His eyes would grow distant, and he would act like he was speaking with someone. An imaginary friend, perhaps, but it was constant. Constantly playing, speaking. There was a table placement for this friend at the dinner table, night after night, and the young child would always scoot as far to the side of the bed as he could. For Varona, he told his parents. Always for Varona.
He could speak with ghosts, they found, when the husband of a family friend passed on. A final message given to Niou, passed by the boy to the friend, who wept and wept as she held on to Niou so tight.
As the years passed, however, his power grew. Voices began to echo in his head, some as clear as days, while others were just a passing whisper. They told him about the horrors committed against his kind. Speaking of the wars that they served in, about the training they endured, and the deaths that they suffered. The lingering sadness and rage that they left behind began taking a toll on the now teenage boy. One night, he had had enough.
Packing a bag, he made to leave, his parents doing everything in their power to make him stay. "I have to do this," he fought back. "I have to help my people."
They refused.
The rage that had been building in his gut all but swirled around his head. Turning, he screamed, the voices echoing his own for the first time. They manifested themselves into spectral beings. "I have to help them!"
There was no blood. There were no tattered pieces of clothes. His family was just...gone. Swarmed by the specters that disappeared almost instantly, Niou stared at the place where they had stood, until he finally heard it. Their voices mixed with the other ghosts that he had mistakenly summoned, Niou left. It was all he could do now.
He vowed, upon their deaths, that he would save as many of his kind as he could. He would tear down the infrastructure of his Country, rid the world of those forcing others to suffer. He would save his people. No matter what the cost.
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Premise
Some people are born into this world with supernatural like abilities. They are taken from their families, and their loved ones, and housed in a special facility somewhere around the country. While it's not known wide-scale, there have been rumors circulating for a very long time about the abuse and mistreatment of these people. They are being experimented on, the Government doing everything they can to create an immortal army for whatever war springs up next.
Niou is on a mission to free these people. He wants to help his kind adapt to the outside world, to learn to control their powers, and take back the lives that they've lost. He'll stop at nothing to make that happen.
Will you support him? Or will you fight against him, for he's still hurting people to save others.
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Hello, and thanks for checking out my idea!
I'll start by saying that it's been a very, very long time since I've done any kind of forum rp (years!). I had an idea, though, and I thought it was best to be expressed by a lot of people instead of just one.
Welcome to Crystalline.
The goal of this is to make an adaptive world that'll change depending on the actions of the players. All actions have consequences, and your actions here will determine the victor in the war that about to break out. While Niou is the main driving force of this to begin with, he is still to be considered a villain by some, and will be treated like such.
There are a lot of different parties that can be at play here, so I don't want to limit someone on who or what they want to play. You can be a civilian who gets mixed in with all of this, or you can be someone born with unnatural powers. You can be part of the gang that ends up helping Niou, or you can be a Government agent sent to stop the group in their tracks. There are a lot of moving pieces that can be worked out here.
I also want to make it so that, if you want some sort of event to happen, you can make it happen. I believe that the story should be driven by everyone, so as to make it more interesting in the end.
So, please let me know if you're interested or if you have any questions.
And exploit it they did.
Gathering up as many of these people as they could, the Government adapted to their newfound powers. At first it was to watch, and study. Testing their genome against that of a normal born human, seeing if it were passed on with genetics, or just a lucky trait. Isolating the strand of the DNA these abnormals had, the testing spread and morphed. Every newborn in every hospital around the country was tested for this rare 'condition', pulled away from their mothers and fathers amidst screams of despair. Raised in facilities that would hone their strengths, minimize their weaknesses, turn them into killing machines.
These people were the perfect pawns. They lived for the Government that turned to enslave them for their own purposes. They died knowing their subjugation wasn't right. Voices rang out, mixing with the souls of the departed. Cries of justice, of longing freedom.
Niou Shi was one of the lucky ones.
By the time he was born, hidden births had already been long in practice. Children hidden away from the world grew up like shadows. No one truly knew they existed, and yet, they were around every corner. Most of them, born normal, were allowed to admit themselves into society. They were allowed to go to the doctor as a normal citizen would, allowed to attend school and be around other children.
That was where Niou's luck ran out, for he wasn't born normal.
Almost as soon as he was able to speak, there was something obviously wrong with the boy. His eyes would grow distant, and he would act like he was speaking with someone. An imaginary friend, perhaps, but it was constant. Constantly playing, speaking. There was a table placement for this friend at the dinner table, night after night, and the young child would always scoot as far to the side of the bed as he could. For Varona, he told his parents. Always for Varona.
He could speak with ghosts, they found, when the husband of a family friend passed on. A final message given to Niou, passed by the boy to the friend, who wept and wept as she held on to Niou so tight.
As the years passed, however, his power grew. Voices began to echo in his head, some as clear as days, while others were just a passing whisper. They told him about the horrors committed against his kind. Speaking of the wars that they served in, about the training they endured, and the deaths that they suffered. The lingering sadness and rage that they left behind began taking a toll on the now teenage boy. One night, he had had enough.
Packing a bag, he made to leave, his parents doing everything in their power to make him stay. "I have to do this," he fought back. "I have to help my people."
They refused.
The rage that had been building in his gut all but swirled around his head. Turning, he screamed, the voices echoing his own for the first time. They manifested themselves into spectral beings. "I have to help them!"
There was no blood. There were no tattered pieces of clothes. His family was just...gone. Swarmed by the specters that disappeared almost instantly, Niou stared at the place where they had stood, until he finally heard it. Their voices mixed with the other ghosts that he had mistakenly summoned, Niou left. It was all he could do now.
He vowed, upon their deaths, that he would save as many of his kind as he could. He would tear down the infrastructure of his Country, rid the world of those forcing others to suffer. He would save his people. No matter what the cost.
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Premise
Some people are born into this world with supernatural like abilities. They are taken from their families, and their loved ones, and housed in a special facility somewhere around the country. While it's not known wide-scale, there have been rumors circulating for a very long time about the abuse and mistreatment of these people. They are being experimented on, the Government doing everything they can to create an immortal army for whatever war springs up next.
Niou is on a mission to free these people. He wants to help his kind adapt to the outside world, to learn to control their powers, and take back the lives that they've lost. He'll stop at nothing to make that happen.
Will you support him? Or will you fight against him, for he's still hurting people to save others.
--------
Hello, and thanks for checking out my idea!
I'll start by saying that it's been a very, very long time since I've done any kind of forum rp (years!). I had an idea, though, and I thought it was best to be expressed by a lot of people instead of just one.
Welcome to Crystalline.
The goal of this is to make an adaptive world that'll change depending on the actions of the players. All actions have consequences, and your actions here will determine the victor in the war that about to break out. While Niou is the main driving force of this to begin with, he is still to be considered a villain by some, and will be treated like such.
There are a lot of different parties that can be at play here, so I don't want to limit someone on who or what they want to play. You can be a civilian who gets mixed in with all of this, or you can be someone born with unnatural powers. You can be part of the gang that ends up helping Niou, or you can be a Government agent sent to stop the group in their tracks. There are a lot of moving pieces that can be worked out here.
I also want to make it so that, if you want some sort of event to happen, you can make it happen. I believe that the story should be driven by everyone, so as to make it more interesting in the end.
So, please let me know if you're interested or if you have any questions.
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