What was, what is, what is to be...
It's now 2572, and now we know that technology peaked at 2015 or so. Global warming isn't a theory any more, it's a daily occurance. Anyone who has a car fixed it to run on CO2 and emit water vapor. That's the best we got. Weapons didn't go anywhere either. All that wasn't blown up in the localized nuclear war in the middle east haven't been upgraded since the 2010 decade. There just hasn't been a point. Every nation left is on one side, so we don't have violence. Except local. Actually, domestic violence is getting kina out of hand. People are losing their minds. Some say they're losing sanity. Maybe we're going primal, with nothing to attack but each other. Nobody knows for sure. Scientists stopped researching because they made themselves tech to leave this planet before anyone could ask for a ride, so the smartest brains are out in space. Or dead.
Five weeks of more and more violence in people, then it happened. A group of seven... humanoids, were found killing humans and eating them in a ravenous fashion. They looked like us, but that's it. We couldn't call them human though. No, they lost their humanity, or sanity, or half their frontal lobe. We call them Hunters. A few days later, some people outgrew their houses. Literally. Their physical bodies grew. Some of them were great people that everybody knows, others were thugs from the alleys. The thugs were a little more... rabbid with the new height than the others with good intentions. The number of hunters in the area slowly outgrew humans. You felt a little weird the first day, but by day three, the nausea and headaches finally made you pass out.
You wake up where you passed out, but your hand is on fire. You check it. There's some symbol. That's odd... You hear a noise in the kitchen, and go to check it out. It's a Hunter. You grab a pocket knife from your room and go back down. You think you can take the Hunter. You'll be fine. You run up and stab it in the neck. Your momentum and the impact knock the Hunter down. You just keep stabbing away until it stops moving. That'll teach it to amble into your home. As you get up, you see the Hunter glow, starting as a silouet but slowly gathering over the body's center. Once it's all there, it shoots to your hand. Your mark glows bright as the rusty golden aura flows in it, and the color lingers a few seconds after, but fades. You feel a lot better about yourself now. Now you can figuring what's going on. Why is the human race receding to primal instincts? What's making all these changes to people, and why are some people getting huge while others just lose their minds?
So here's the deal...
This RP would be about surviving what can be barely described as an apocolypse. Civilization is dwindling, and pwople are either growing huge or turning into a Hunter. Also, you always will feel better after charging your hand's sign with the glowing aura. A group of people with that mark get together to figure out what in the divines is going on. Typical weapons are swords, knives, and the really lucky get silenced guns, but anything that can dole out some hurt works just fine.
Who will end the suffering?
Character Sheets (for now)
Name: (What you want to be called)
Appearance:
Age:
Weapon: (anything from medieval weapons to modern guns, but Hunters have learned that gunshots means humans, and food)
Skills (3): (First-Aid, Freerunning/Parkour, Scavanging, Tracking, etc.)
Positive Personality Traits: (at least 3)
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Negative Personality Traits: (at least 3
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Background:
