[OOC] Guildfall: The Darkness

[Kalas]

Guildfall: The Darkness

The city of RolePlayerGuild has fallen, although the reason and the culprit behind its’ demise is unknown. A Black Fog covers the skies above the once-thriving city, starving it of sunlight. The gates of entry have been sealed shut by a dark, Sentient Ooze. Previous attempts to remove the Ooze, by killing it with fire specifically, have been met with vicious retaliation resulting in severe injury and in some cases people being pulled into it. Whether they survive is currently unknown. As such, there is no known means of escaping the city.

The Free Section, by far the largest section of the city, has been overrun by infected members of the N-008 Virus. A vicious and extremely volatile pathogen that has spread rapidly amongst the population, mutating those affected into rabid and primitive beings. Efforts to contain the Virus have proved efficient so far but the number of infected are growing, though it is unknown how, and it won't be long before they are no longer able to be contained within the Free Section.

The Nation Section has been decimated by terrain-altering earthquakes that have opened up several vast chasms. The entrance checkpoint to this section is currently blocked and thus, it is unknown how many survivors, if any, remain inside. The Meta Section of the city, which resides as the main hub for all aid and welfare for the city during disasters such as this has been enveloped by the Sentient Ooze. No contact has been made with anyone that remained inside that section since the catastrophic events and it is believed that they are all dead.

Of the Off Topic Sections, only the Spam and Member's Lounge Sections remain accessible. However, the Member's Lounge is currently a VIP only section for the wealthiest members of the city. No one is allowed in or out of that section unless explicit permission has been given. The Spam Section remains desolate and abandoned. There are rumours of small numbers of N-008 Infected running loose around the section. Reports indicate that the "Noobs", as they are informally known, have burrowed into the Free Section Sewers and into the sewer systems of the Spam Section. The Checkpoint for that section remains on high alert and only a few patrols are ever sent into that section.

The Arena Section is currently home to many of the psychotic and dangerous members of city. Whereas before, they were held to order by strict security measures and provided with an outlet for their murderous urges by participating in martial tournaments, since the main body of the security/military forces have left to guard other checkpoints, these members have run amok and have begun fighting amongst themselves freely, also attacking any roaming members within the section. There seems to be only one vague figure of leadership, a relatively new member called Justice Valance, though not much is known about him. The entry checkpoint is heavily guarded to prevent any members from leaving. Any other member is permitted to enter providing a QVS (Quarantine Virus Scan) is successful, however, once you've entered there is no leaving.

The Casual Section remains as the last truly safe section of the city. It is the least hit by the catastrophic events and now hosts over 80% of the remaining population. Whilst there are many issues such as overcrowding and poverty, life behind the section walls are as peaceful as you can get without having a fortune to your name. The majority of the surviving populace aid in efforts to keep this section safe, though only a few may venture beyond the Checkpoint to confront the dangers that lie beyond.

After the complete destruction of the News Section, where the Leadership usually operated from, the survivors were leaderless for a time and chaos threatened to destroy them. That was until it was revealed that the Leadership had been moved into the Advanced Section before the attacks hit and were now orchestrating a widespread survival effort, pooling resources and survivors into the Casual and Advanced Sections of the city. Several surviving members of the Research & Development teams from the Article & Guides Section have been drafted into the Advanced Section to work on a cure for the N-008 Virus. All military efforts are commanded from the Advanced Section, with only one Entrance Checkpoint being available which leads directly into the Casual Section. Entry into this section requires strict High-Casual Clearance.

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Hello! If you managed to read through all that above then congratulations to you! So now you know the current state of our dear RPG, but what of you guys? Well, you're alive, which is great of course but what are you doing? And that, my friends, is entirely up to you, within reason, and also within the parameters I'm going to set out below. Before you read on, however, please take the time to read the rules of this RP that I shall display henceforth:

Rules

1. No Power-Play, God-Modding or otherwise controlling someone else's character without their permission.

2. If you are going to play as another member of the site or introduce them as an NPC, you Absolutely Must receive their explicit permission beforehand. I don't want an angry mob of RPer's flooding my inbox because you RPed them running into a wall or some other stupidness. Please note that I Will be checking to see if permission has been gained before you start playing. Anyone found having not been given permission will have their Character Sheet instantly denied without question.

3. There are no Super Saiyan Jesus Fighters in this RP, teamwork is imperative to your continued survival. Please try to remember this.

4. This RP is likely to be on the gorier side of the line but not so much as to incur the wrath of the Mods. This is a PG13+ roleplay, fade to black and PMs are required for mature content.

5. Side-Missions/Quests must first be submitted and accepted by myself or a CO-GM before you can run off and enjoy them. I have left plenty of sections uninhabitable or inaccessible for now to allow for future side-missions.

6. Please post only Completed & Accepted Character Sheets into the CS Tab. I'd rather it not be cluttered with half-finished sheets.

7. Good Luck, Have Fun!

More information about this RP can be found in the spoilers below:

The Survivors

The Survivors are the those who remain untouched but not unscathed by the events that have rocked RPG. Whereas before they were divided by sections and social standings, now they are all bound together by the same fate. There are a few, however, who are unwilling to accept this fate and perform a variety of jobs to assist in returning the city of RolePlayerGuild to its' former glory. Some of these job roles are stated below:

Soldier - The Soldiers are at the forefront of the battle for survival. These people are the ones who provide security and safety for the remaining population. Soldiers usually join one of three Divisions.

The Quarantine Guard Division (Q-Guard): Soldiers under this Division are the men and women who stand guard at many of the Entrance Checkpoints. Whilst some postings are extremely dangerous and require a clear head, guts and a small amount of good fortune, other postings such as the Member's Lounge Checkpoint are a walk in the park. Many Soldiers sign up with hopes to land the easier postings. Q-Guards are often seen abusing their power and have garnered a behavioral stigma of themselves due to this.

Special Warrior Offensive Response Division (S.W.O.R.D.) Soldiers of this Division are seen as heroes to most, but to some they are pompous fools. They are the first choice to be sent into dangerous sections to clear areas of hostiles and often go out on numerous patrols to keep some sections secure.

Internal Defense, Reconnaissance & Intelligence Service (I.D.R.I.S.) These Soldiers are often lone operators. They have been given the highest level clearance of all Soldier Divisions and often perform highly dangerous, behind-enemy-line recon missions. The survival rate of this Division is the highest of all three, however.

Researcher - Researchers are made up, mostly, of the survivors from the Articles & Guide Section. However, not all of them have been allowed to live within the confines of the Advanced Section. In fact, it is only the Senior Researchers who live there and it is they who dictate to the two Research Divisions regarding missions.

Forward Investigative Expeditionary Learning Division (F.I.E.L.D.): Researchers of this Division are usually the zanier character types. They are generally unfazed by danger when given the chance to research or invent something new. That is why they head out on the frontlines with Soldiers from S.W.O.R.D. to aid in the survival efforts with their knowledge and expertise under extreme situations.

The Institute for Survival Technology & Research Division (S.T.R): Researchers in this Division are those who reside within the Casual Section. Their specific mission is to research new ways to provide food, water and aid to the other inhabitants of the Casual Section as well as inventing new weapons and technology to provide better defensive capabilities.

Medic - Medics are the cornerstone of the survival effort. Without their hard work and dedication to their jobs, injuries and illnesses that could be easily cured would be left to inflict even more losses. They are at the forefront when it comes to medicinal needs. They only have one Division.

Frontline Emergency Aid Response Division (F.E.A.R.): Every Medic joins this Division. They call themselves F.E.A.R. because they believe that with them around, there is nothing else to be afraid of. This has been proven to boost morale and the effective operation of many combat teams. At least one Medic is assigned to every Soldier team from every Division. Many of them also reside within the Casual Section, another front-line where they actively combat illnesses caused and spread via overcrowding.

The N-008 Virus

The first Catastrophe to hit RolePlayerGuild was the outbreak of the N-008 Virus. No one knows just how this virus came to infect the population so rapidly but the effects of the pathogen were soon known to all. Any member infected by the virus underwent four stages of transformation. The stages are as follows.

Stage 1 - The infected member begins to exhibit extreme influenza-like symptoms. High fevers and chest infections cause them to become bed-ridden. It is during this stage that they are most likely to spread the virus via airborne methods. Coughing, sneezing etc.

Stage 2 - The infected member begins to show heavy signs of distress and discomfort, screaming in pain and succumbing to random episodic fits. They start to become more violent during this stage, being able to transfer the virus via bodily fluids and airborne methods. This is considered to some as the most infectious stage.

Stage 3 - The infected member no longer responds to any medical treatment and acts increasingly more violent toward those who try to help. They attack anyone who gets too close and actively attempts to escape from any medical facility or room they are being held in.

Stage 4 - The infected member undergoes a complete metamorphosis. Their skin changes to a pure black colour, whilst also becoming extremely dry and scale-like. Their eyes grow larger and lose all previous indications of colour or pupils. They grow fangs and claws and begin to revert towards more animalistic instincts. In this stage, infected members are extremely dangerous and exceptionally volatile towards non-infected members. They will immediately attack on sight and attempt to consume or infect via bitten transmission. They roam in packs though there is no distinguished leadership system, or if there is it is currently unknown.

The Earthquakes & Chasms

The second catastrophe of RPG was the massive quakes that shook the entire city, decimating numerous streets and buildings alike. Countless denizens of the city were killed during these tectonic movements and even more are now missing, either trapped within sealed off sections of the city or buried underneath the rubble. As a result of the earthquakes, four massive chasms opened up within the Nation Section, like the gaping maws of infernal beasts. The Advanced Section Leadership have yet to send a team to open up the Nation Section, let alone down into one of those vast pits, but the whispers within the Casual Section say that it won't be long before the order is announced. And when it is, there's no telling what they'll find down there.

The Black Fog

Only two things are certain about the third catastrophe to hit the city of RolePlayerGuild. The first, is that it came from the chasms caused by the earthquakes. And the second is that sunlight absolutely cannot penetrate it. This leaves the city in a constant state of nighttime. Although, if not for the numerous flood lights and generators setup early on into the relief effort, the survivors would be left to defend themselves in complete darkness. Currently, there is no known plan that has been formulated to combat this Fog, however, the idea of just, 'Shooting it with a massive lazer.' is steadily gathering momentum.

The Sentient Ooze

The fourth and final catastrophe is just as mysterious as the reasons behind these events. Although, one thing is for sure: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Missions & Quests

Despite the RP being largely free-form and sandbox, the idea of Missions and Quests allows players to interact together in order to advance the over-arching storyline surrounding the crippled city of RPG. Completion of these missions will open up new sections of the city and side-quests for you to venture off into and explore. They are categorized thusly:

Missions
Missions come in two forms, Starter & Story. Starter Missions are exclusively reserved for sections of the city that have been sealed off. In order to open that section, the Starter Mission must be completed.

Once the Starter Mission has been successfully completed, the players will have unlocked their first Story Mission of that area. Story Missions must be completed in order. The next Story Mission will not appear until the previous Mission has been successfully completed.

Quests

(Actively being updated)

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[Kalas]

RPG Section Status

News: Destroyed

Introduction: Sealed

General: Sealed

Free: Lockdown

Casual: Open

High-Casual: Access Required

Advanced: Access Required

Arena: Lockdown

1x1: Sealed

Nation: Sealed

Tabletop: Sealed

Spam: Lockdown

Member's Lounge: Access Required

The Gallery: Sealed

Articles & Guides: Abandoned

Meta: Destroyed

Missions and Quests

Please keep an eye on this post for changes to Section Statuses and the addition of new Missions or Quests. I will notify people with a new post and updated hiders will have *New* placed above them for a limited time.

*New*

Free Section

Missions

Starter

The Free Section has been unsealed, meaning there are no Starter Missions for this section.

Story

N-008 Culling: Numbers of N-008 Infected members or “Noobs” have been steadily increasing over the last month. Orders from the Advanced Section Leadership are to cut down this number to a more manageable size. One NLR (N-008 Lure Resonator) will be provided for this mission. It is your job to find a suitable position to deploy the NLR and defend it until a sufficient number of “Noobs” have gathered. Only then will the resonator fire, immediately destroying all infected within the blast radius. All non-infected personnel volunteering for this mission must be subjected to a QVS (Quarantine Virus Scan) before entering the Free Section and upon exiting the Section Checkpoint. (Min. 4 people required. NPCs allowed)

Quests

Casual Section

Missions

Starter

The Casual Section has been unsealed, meaning there are no Starter Missions for this section.

Story

Quests

Arena Section

Missions

Starter

The Arena Section has been unsealed, meaning there are no Starter Missions for this section.

Story

Quests

1x1 Section

Missions

Starter

The 1x1 Section is currently sealed. You must complete the Starter Mission to open this section.

Story

Quests

*New*

Nation Section

Missions

Starter

The Nation Section is currently sealed. You must complete the Starter Mission to open this section.

Open Sesame!: The entrance to the Nation Section has been blocked for as long as anyone can remember. However, recent air-drone scouting reports have shown that there are a group of gigantic dark chasms that have opened up inside of the section caused by the earthquakes. Some scientists from the Articles & Guides Section, who now reside within the Advanced Section, have reason to believe that the Black Fog originated from these Chasms. Before they can send out teams to investigate these abyssal pits, however, the entrance to the Nation Section must be opened. How? You ask! Why, with explosives of course! Your job is to journey to the Nation Section Checkpoint and blow away all the rubble to allow for a path to be cleared and then secure the Checkpoint. Oh! Did I forget to mention? The scouting reports also spotted a new type of ugly living within the Nation Section. They’re like really big dogs...but without the fur...or skin for that matter...with wings...and teeth! Really BIG TEETH! And claws...and..um...Yeah, you need to kill those things. (Min. 4 people required. NPCs allowed)

Story

Quests

[Amelian Draco]

Heh, noo8 *passes out*

[Cyndyr]

So, a few questions before I follow my fellow Co-GM:

• Do you mind placeholders?
• Do you have a preference for images, i.e: anime, artistic drawing, real life, etc?
• We're basing the character completely off of ourselves, but it's alright to change a few things, correct?

[Kalas]

@Cynder I'm glad you asked! :)

1. Placeholders are fine.
2. Not really, although real life images in a Fantasy/Sci-Fi setting always seem out of place to me. But feel free to choose whatever.
3. Yeah, it's really how you would imagine yourself within this RP, which is why I'm giving you a lot of free reign. Take mine for instance.

Kalas Alseif

"It is within the flames, when the battle rages at it's hottest point, where we find out who we truly are."

Name: Kalas Alseif
Alias(s): None
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Dark Purple

Race: Demon Prince

Job Role: Soldier - S.W.O.R.D. - Battle Squad Commander

Physical Appearance:

Kalas is distinctly demonic in that he possesses two, short horns that sprout from his forehead. Despite the notion that "Bigger is Better", for Demon Princes, the shorter your horns the stronger you are. Since you are more able to control the output of your demonic energy. His skin is also a dark grey/light charcoal colour with darker scarification marks that punctuate it in some strange artistic fashion, easily denoting him as something beyond a Human being. Finally he has a long, lithe tail that he tends to keep hidden beneath his clothing.

Aside from the notable demonic features, Kalas' physique is pretty much what you'd expect from a young, Human male at his absolute athletic peak.

Attire:

Kalas dresses himself in age-old Demon Prince fashion, though most other Princes of his generation have converted to a much more Human wardrobe. He prefers this style of attire, however, due to it being perfect for his role as a Battle Mage. Thick, dark leathers usually make up the upper garments, namely jackets and robes, with cotton or silk undershirts for comfort. His lower half is, most of the time, clothed in tanned leather pants that cling to his legs but not so much that it would be detrimental to his flexibility. His shoes are simple, hard-leather boots. He has, however reinforced the soles with metal to enhance their durability.

Personality:

Kalas is wise beyond his years. He doesn't often partake in foolish pursuits or practical jokes, preferring to focus on the task at hand. He is understanding and willing to make time for those who ask for his help. During battle or on a mission, Kalas remains a staunch leader, often being the first into the fray. He takes joy in being in the thick of battle but always insists on a well oiled plan before the chaos ensues. He holds little time for cowards and will leave them behind in an instant, a comrade who is injured, however, he will protect with his life if need be.

Weapons & Equipment:

Osebon - A 6 ft tall, Titanium-A plated staff, capable of withstanding and channeling immense heat and blazing fire. Kalas' main weapon. He utilizes this staff mainly on a close-quarters basis. He is extremely adept in its' usage to dispatch numerous foes that may stand in his way.

Ahael - A 13" Dwarven-Forged Shortsword, slightly curved to allow for more slicing strikes than piercing or parrying. Kalas uses this weapon as his secondary, usually during times where stealth is preferred over sheer power.

Ability:

Fire Magic - Being a Demon Prince, Kalas' natural affinity is toward Fire. Coupled with the teachings of a centuries-old Flame Sage, Kalas has learnt to harness the power of Fire to create and release devastating attacks. He is able to channel this magic through his staff; Osebon, with practiced perfection.

Advanced Acrobatics - His demonic body grants him greater speed and strength than normal Humans, allowing him to perform incredible feats of athleticism. He uses this to his benefit predominantly whilst fighting, combining it effortlessly with his martial training.

Martial Artist (Staff) - Kalas has trained extensively with his staff for the application of combat. He has become so adept at using Osebon, it's as if it were an extension of his body. He combines his staff training with his Fire Magic as well as some limited Close-Quarters Combat maneuvers also.

Swordsmanship - When he received his sword; Ahael, as a gift, Kalas sought out an instructor to teach him how he could use it in combat. As such, he has learnt how to apply the use of this deadly weapon in various combat situations.

Brief History:

In Demonic Years, Kalas has been alive for a long time. Some say well over a thousand years, but even amongst his own kind, his true age is unknown. His early years remain a series of lost memories to him. His earliest memory is that of an ancient Flame Sage; Azhriel Lharne, who had taken him in as a son and a student. WIP!

Relationships:

(To be updated)

[Cyndyr]

@Cynder I'm glad you asked! :)

1. Placeholders are fine.
2. Not really, although real life images in a Fantasy/Sci-Fi setting always seem out of place to me. But feel free to choose whatever.
3. Yeah, it's really how you would imagine yourself within this RP, which is why I'm giving you a lot of free reign. Take mine for instance.

@Kalas

Fantastic-o. I'm so psyched for this Roleplay -- I'll have my CS up later today.

[Hekazu]

Oh, seems this one finally found its OOC. I remember expressing my interest in a check shortly after the guild rose back up... It's been quite long from that though. Glad to see it went somewhere! I'll go and type up a CS once I'm done with these university mathematics I really should already be doing...

[Kalas]

Oh, seems this one finally found its OOC. I remember expressing my interest in a check shortly after the guild rose back up... It's been quite long from that though. Glad to see it went somewhere! I'll go and type up a CS once I'm done with these university mathematics I really should already be doing...

@Hekazu

Yes, I did post this RP before. Real life struck, unfortunately, before I could invest time into the OOC :/ However, I've been slowly adding to this in private, hoping to one day actually get it up and running. It seems that today is that day! ^^ Glad to have you join us! (Again :P)

[Hekazu]

I believe I am done with my character. If there is anything to redo/make better, do not hesitate to bash me in the face with the truth.

Hider

"Quit complaining. It ain't like things couldn't be worse, is it?"

Name: Guster Galuna
Alias(s): Guster. Just Guster. No need to use the surname.
Age: 21
Height: 183cm
Weight: "62kg"
Hair Color: Feature lacked
Eye Color: Clear, slight shade of pink

Race: Dust fiend

Job Role: Soldier - Q-Guard - Second in command of his current unit

Physical Appearance:

When it comes purely to appearance, Guster looks like a human to the unassuming. In fact, thanks to how he has covered every inch of his real self in clothing and taken the shape of a regular humanoid it is quite the challenge to tell him apart from one, if not impossible.
Within his clothing Guster is a swirling mass of dust that generates the weight his body seems to have through clever manipulation of the matter housed within the fabrics. As a result of this, anyone who catches the creature off-guard may find them feeling lighter than expected. Guster's "eyes" are two mostly clear gemstones floating in his head area behind his goggles.

Attire:

Guster prefers long coats, usually red ones with wide brimmed hats of matching colour. A blue feather is a plus, but the Guildfall has made his stock of said item limited resulting in them seeing less use. He rarely cares about the type of his trousers, as long as they come with enough pockets and are of sturdy material, anything goes. His boots and gloves are both black leather, and with the gloves being stitched into the inside of his coat sleeves and the pants likewise attached into his boots, there is no chance of anyone catching a glimpse of the whirling mass of dust he is. Guster covers his face with a thick scarf and an oversized pair of goggles, as to give himself some facial features to draw attention to. While a change in apparel usually demand Guster to exchange all the pieces at once in a discrete location, he takes all the possible opportunities. He'd rather not reveal himself by slowly chipping the clothing apart from the inside.

Personality:

It cannot be said that Guster would be a shining example of moral integrity within the guard. It would be closer to the truth to call him part of the problem, and there is no "victim-of-circumstances" cards to be played. While he rarely goes as far as to voluntarily abuse what he has been given, if a situation can be solved faster by calling the shots through his rank rather than talking it through or if assuming the ownership of certain items belonging to other individuals would make his units chances of survival greater, you can count on Guster demanding it. He also possesses a near zero-tolerance towards whiners. While he keeps his hopes up on an easier post to be gained one day, he does not expect it. Each and every time someone whines about being sent to one of the Mahzforsaken posts of Casual-Free, Guster dies a little inside and pretty much loses all respect towards the soldier. They certainly won't see Guster coming to the rescue if things were to go bad.
While technically genderless, Guster has chosen to prefer being referred to with male pronouns to not attract unneeded attention.

Weapons & Equipment:

The magimusket - Guster's signature weapon. This old looking contraption of wood and metal is loaded by Gusters shaky magical skills, allowing him to focus the raw energy into concentrated bolts. These shots possess target tracking and their travel time is near instant, but even then they cannot take into account all obstacles, and the more they need to steer, the less of an impact the shot will make. Often it is preferable to try and shoot through an obstacle rather than try to guide the shots past. The gun can when fully loaded discharge the energy in one big shot, but that is hardly the optimal choice most of them time and the function to divide the energy into any wanted amount sees much use.
Sword - Guster has recently picked up this slightly curved blade and has no real skill in using it. It possesses a certain intimidation factor though, so combined with his rank Guster has pressed through some conflicts with non-soldiers through sheer intimidation.
Taurus Judge - A five shot revolver loaded with .410 bore shot shells for close-quarters self-defence when magimusket is not an option.

Ability:

Air reading: Dust fiends are not known for their eyesight. In fact, they are quite blind (and deaf) in the literal sense. However, they are capable of reading vibrations in the air, granting them vision and hearing for as long as there is air around them. Usually this skill can extend to miles at a time, but given the unnatural circumstances and the fact Guster is hiding within his clothing, he is pretty much blind beyond 250m radius, and deaf to sound from beyond 400m (unless the sound is obnoxiously loud, such as an explosion).
Longevity: A dust fiend is not the easiest kill you'll ever come across. Never dying of age, the creature that is immune to poisons as well has a well known weak spot in its gemstone "eyes". It requires both to function, one to eventually form another from the excess dust within two weeks (this happens on autopilot, with the personality remaining unconscious), and when none are left, the dust fiend dies. They are not extremely durable, a solid hit from a hammer easily shatters one, but they can be highly elusive while the creature still moves. Explosions and sonic frequency weapons are some tools that fight against this trait quite well.
Body mass control: Given his nature as a creature composed of whirling dust, Guster is capable of achieving some acrobatic feats impossible to an ordinary human.
Shaky magics: Guster is, by most accounts, a terrible wizard. Calling him a mage would be stretching it, as he can barely change his voice (which to be fair sees LOADS of use) or produce a small flame a few millimetres away from his fingers. He has the arcane energy, but he cannot concentrate it properly. This is where his magimusket comes in.

Brief History:

Why had he taken this path again? That was quite the question, Guster thought to himself as he filled in the logbook of the day at the guard post of his unit. He was a young one, that was for sure. Maybe it had been his stupidly curious self a few years back that led him to dress up as a human and see whether or not they would notice a difference. These were dangerous things to be thinking of though, just in case there would be a mind reader nearby. What were the chances though? Next to none, he was willing to guess. Speaking of none, that was the amount of people that had noticed anything fishy about him after he gave the explanation of being disfigured and simply wanting to spare them the sight. The free section... it had never really been for him, it had not. He missed his old home, but that area was closed off for the limited few now. Desperate times called for desperate measures and all that jazz. The hadn't yet granted a clearance to High-Casual for him, but he had heard rumours they would be giving those out to the deserving soon. Rumours were rumours, but maybe, just maybe. It never hurt to keep your dreams alive.

His thoughts wandered to his weapon. The magimusket had been a genius idea, giving him the actual edge at fighting he really needed. Many times he had gazed into the arena section, thinking that one day he might join them. Had chosen not to, and looking at how things are now... he was better off here. And that was a lot coming from someone who was sitting at the post-Guildfall border of Casual-Free. It had taken him weeks to fashion the weapon out of the discarded and hopelessly broken musket he... acquired from an antique shop. Luckily nobody was able to trace it back to him, and now... nobody would find out. And if they did, who would care enough? The gun had saved infinitely more lives in it's current shape, that was for certain.

As his pen danced at the bottom of the page to sign the page under the name Sgt. Galuna, he let out a small sigh. How much would the higher-ups require to accept him just using his first name with these? It was not like it made a real difference... he had already got his entire unit agree to calling him sergeant Guster. He hadn't even chosen his name, oh no. He had received it from the first people he met, the family more or less forced it onto him as he told he had none to begin with. He liked Guster. Like the gust of the wind that blew within him. But Galuna? Ugh. Some days he was unsure why he did not change it. Maybe he was too sentimental? Although to be honest, as matters were now, nobody would have time to look after things like that anyway. As Guster slammed the logbook shut and hopped off the crate he had been sitting on, he declared within his head: The moment has passed. Back to work.

Relationships:

Guster holds an unknown (to him) bond towards the Galuna family. While encountering any is highly unlikely, he would likely seek to aid them like they did to him back in the day.
In addition to this, Guster respects S.W.O.R.D. and I.D.R.I.S. but finds it hard to believe anyone would willingly participate in something like that. Each time he sees the group return smaller than it left as, if he has the opportunity, strengthens his belief of it being a necessary job for the voluntarily crazy.
And then there is his feeling of sheer terror towards F.E.A.R.. To him, having his identity as a Dust fiend be revealed would spell the endgame. Having to flee from the society most likely, but where would he even go?

[LeiaHair]

Very creative! I will be creating a character as soon as I get on my computer (tlhard to make a CS from the phone)

[Amelian Draco]

I thinking about making another character, but for now ta-da

Eww, I feel bad for your mother

Name:Amelian Leonard Draco
Alias(s):"Bonehead
Age:22
Height:5'7"
Weight:167
Hair Color:Dark brown
Eye Color:Red

Race: Cursed Human

Job Role: I.D.R.I.S Officer

Physical Appearance:From the effects of his curse, several bones have managed to grow out of his body permanently. Though, besides that, he is very well fit from a years of training.

[b]Attire:A leather trench coat covers most of his body. Under the coat is standard patrol armor, and a pair of padded combat pants and boots. Around his neck is a crystal that helps him control his curse, it normally glows

Personality:Amelian is normally a bit of jackass. He can seem like he doesn't care about anything other than himself, but if you actually get to know him...he's actually just a jackass who cares about thinks a lot. He sometimes stresses himself out over work and life. Feeling that this is a weakness he does his best to cover those feelings most of the time.

Weapons & Equipment:combat knife, first aid kit, license to kill (I.D.R.I.S badge)


Ability:bone manipulation of his own body, is able to control every bone in his body.
Basic healing knowledge
Weapon Mastery
Cursed immortality (cannot die of age)

History: Once ago a drunken story, there lived a young man with his family. The family was very powerful, having control of most trade in the European area. Of course the family had many enemies, but they had few who could touch them. Though the ones that could didn't dare to try. For most of the world both feared and respected this family. Except for one old woman, A woman who would place a cures apon the family. sending them into a rage as their body's betrayed themselves. Though one of the family was able to hold onto his sanity and flee.

Many years pass, and the one who fled hasn't aged a bit. He marches to his home after years of training to be able to control his curse. His home is in ruins,and his family is nowhere to be found. All that is hear is the cackling of the old woman. for many years he hunted the woman. To free not only himself, but his loved ones. Within half a decade he finds her.

He busted into an old town, killing his way through creatures that he had never seen before. As he reached the town hall he heard fighting. He kicked the door down as a blade came down on the old woman. A young man stood before him covered in blood. Though it didn't seem like much of it was his. Looking over the rest of the hall he now sees his family slaughtered across the room. His mother, sister,and father lay dead. The hero turned and raised his blade. The man looked the hero in the eye and let his rage take over. When he awoke the hero was gone, and he was covered in what he guessed was his blood. There was a cold weight on his neck. Running to a bathroom to look in the mirror. He found that the woman's chains had attached to him, and the red crystal had brought Him back. A whisper had moved through the house, average us.

He set out and a few years later he found the hero in a bar, and shared a few drinks with him.

Relationships: Amelian is known, or at least heard of, as the I.D.R.I.S Officer who enjoys any bar in town. Though he actually has a few friends, no one knows to much about him. Seeing how he keeps to himself unless his jobs says otherwise.
[/hider]

[LeiaHair]

Let me know if anything needs to be changed!!!

Character Sheet

"... it just got worse..."

Name: Leia Hayahr (Hair, get it? LOL)
Alias(s): Elle (or L, whichever you'd rather type)
Age: 28
Height: 4'11'' at the withers, 7'5'' at the head
Weight: 1000 lbs.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Pale Blue

Race: Centaur

Job Role: Medic (F.E.A.R)

Physical Appearance: Being a centaur, Elle stands upon four hooves. Her lower half is covered in soft, white fur with thick feathered strands fluttering above the strong black hooves. Just like the hip long hair, her tail is made up of soft white locks which reach down to her rear fetlock (near the hooves). All of her features are long and lean, making even her muscular horse body appear to be slender. Beneath her dark brows are a pair of pale blue eyes, their gaze always sharp and calculating.

Attire:

She adorns herself with decorative leathers and silks, hiding (barely) her otherwise exposed breasts. Upon her head she wears a headpiece made up of antlers and bits of silk. Although she usually wears her hair down, Elle has been known to pull the long strands into ornate braids or twists. As of late, the centaur has been wearing a crudely made saddle bag of medical supplies and blankets.

Personality:

Elle is very literal and blunt. She lacks any resemblance of tact, which makes her bedside manor rather... rough.... unless, of course, you can get her to do one of two things. Sing... or drink... or both.

Weapons & Equipment:
Medical supplies, blankets... and sometimes a machete like blade. The blade is used to remove limbs or, if forced, self defense.

Ability:

-Telepathy: Elle can speak both with her mouth and with her mind, however to speak with her mind, one must be within a line of sight.

-Empathy: This centaur can feel the emotions of those around her. This, along with the ability to carry victims on her back, made her essential in the early stages of the disaster. Like a sixth sense, the woman was able to feel those in pain beneath the rubble when they were otherwise unable to make their presence known.

-Medical Knowledge: Elle came into the city with the same knowledge as any good field medic... it wasn't until she was drafted into her position that she really started to learn the ins and outs of it all. She is no master... nor doctor... but you have a fairly good chance of surviving.

Brief History:

Elle had only just arrived when the virus hit, her home having been destroyed long before. Her time prior to arrive had been spent roaming from city to city, picking up any job she could just to survive. A jack of all trades but master of none, it was hard for her to find a place to call home. Of course, this home was more or less forced onto her by the virus.

Since it's fall, Elle has been working hard to save the lives of those around her... first among the search and rescue teams, then within the ranks of F.E.A.R..

Relationships:

I will be putting something here for every other PCed character. I'm going to PM each person after their CS is approved. Feel free to PM me as well!

[Kalas]

I believe I am done with my character. If there is anything to redo/make better, do not hesitate to bash me in the face with the truth.

Hider

"Quit complaining. It ain't like things couldn't be worse, is it?"

Name: Guster Galuna
Alias(s): Guster. Just Guster. No need to use the surname.
Age: 21
Height: 183cm
Weight: "62kg"
Hair Color: Feature lacked
Eye Color: Clear, slight shade of pink

Race: Dust fiend

Job Role: Soldier - Q-Guard - Second in command of his current unit

Physical Appearance:

When it comes purely to appearance, Guster looks like a human to the unassuming. In fact, thanks to how he has covered every inch of his real self in clothing and taken the shape of a regular humanoid it is quite the challenge to tell him apart from one, if not impossible.
Within his clothing Guster is a swirling mass of dust that generates the weight his body seems to have through clever manipulation of the matter housed within the fabrics. As a result of this, anyone who catches the creature off-guard may find them feeling lighter than expected. Guster's "eyes" are two mostly clear gemstones floating in his head area behind his goggles.

Attire:

Guster prefers long coats, usually red ones with wide brimmed hats of matching colour. A blue feather is a plus, but the Guildfall has made his stock of said item limited resulting in them seeing less use. He rarely cares about the type of his trousers, as long as they come with enough pockets and are of sturdy material, anything goes. His boots and gloves are both black leather, and with the gloves being stitched into the inside of his coat sleeves and the pants likewise attached into his boots, there is no chance of anyone catching a glimpse of the whirling mass of dust he is. Guster covers his face with a thick scarf and an oversized pair of goggles, as to give himself some facial features to draw attention to. While a change in apparel usually demand Guster to exchange all the pieces at once in a discrete location, he takes all the possible opportunities. He'd rather not reveal himself by slowly chipping the clothing apart from the inside.

Personality:

It cannot be said that Guster would be a shining example of moral integrity within the guard. It would be closer to the truth to call him part of the problem, and there is no "victim-of-circumstances" cards to be played. While he rarely goes as far as to voluntarily abuse what he has been given, if a situation can be solved faster by calling the shots through his rank rather than talking it through or if assuming the ownership of certain items belonging to other individuals would make his units chances of survival greater, you can count on Guster demanding it. He also possesses a near zero-tolerance towards whiners. While he keeps his hopes up on an easier post to be gained one day, he does not expect it. Each and every time someone whines about being sent to one of the Mahzforsaken posts of Casual-Free, Guster dies a little inside and pretty much loses all respect towards the soldier. They certainly won't see Guster coming to the rescue if things were to go bad.
While technically genderless, Guster has chosen to prefer being referred to with male pronouns to not attract unneeded attention.

Weapons & Equipment:

The magimusket - Guster's signature weapon. This old looking contraption of wood and metal is loaded by Gusters shaky magical skills, allowing him to focus the raw energy into concentrated bolts. These shots possess target tracking and their travel time is near instant, but even then they cannot take into account all obstacles, and the more they need to steer, the less of an impact the shot will make. Often it is preferable to try and shoot through an obstacle rather than try to guide the shots past. The gun can when fully loaded discharge the energy in one big shot, but that is hardly the optimal choice most of them time and the function to divide the energy into any wanted amount sees much use.
Sword - Guster has recently picked up this slightly curved blade and has no real skill in using it. It possesses a certain intimidation factor though, so combined with his rank Guster has pressed through some conflicts with non-soldiers through sheer intimidation.
Taurus Judge - A five shot revolver loaded with .410 bore shot shells for close-quarters self-defence when magimusket is not an option.

Ability:

Air reading: Dust fiends are not known for their eyesight. In fact, they are quite blind (and deaf) in the literal sense. However, they are capable of reading vibrations in the air, granting them vision and hearing for as long as there is air around them. Usually this skill can extend to miles at a time, but given the unnatural circumstances and the fact Guster is hiding within his clothing, he is pretty much blind beyond 250m radius, and deaf to sound from beyond 400m (unless the sound is obnoxiously loud, such as an explosion).
Longevity: A dust fiend is not the easiest kill you'll ever come across. Never dying of age, the creature that is immune to poisons as well has a well known weak spot in its gemstone "eyes". It requires both to function, one to eventually form another from the excess dust within two weeks (this happens on autopilot, with the personality remaining unconscious), and when none are left, the dust fiend dies. They are not extremely durable, a solid hit from a hammer easily shatters one, but they can be highly elusive while the creature still moves. Explosions and sonic frequency weapons are some tools that fight against this trait quite well.
Body mass control: Given his nature as a creature composed of whirling dust, Guster is capable of achieving some acrobatic feats impossible to an ordinary human.
Shaky magics: Guster is, by most accounts, a terrible wizard. Calling him a mage would be stretching it, as he can barely change his voice (which to be fair sees LOADS of use) or produce a small flame a few millimetres away from his fingers. He has the arcane energy, but he cannot concentrate it properly. This is where his magimusket comes in.

Brief History:

Why had he taken this path again? That was quite the question, Guster thought to himself as he filled in the logbook of the day at the guard post of his unit. He was a young one, that was for sure. Maybe it had been his stupidly curious self a few years back that led him to dress up as a human and see whether or not they would notice a difference. These were dangerous things to be thinking of though, just in case there would be a mind reader nearby. What were the chances though? Next to none, he was willing to guess. Speaking of none, that was the amount of people that had noticed anything fishy about him after he gave the explanation of being disfigured and simply wanting to spare them the sight. The free section... it had never really been for him, it had not. He missed his old home, but that area was closed off for the limited few now. Desperate times called for desperate measures and all that jazz. The hadn't yet granted a clearance to High-Casual for him, but he had heard rumours they would be giving those out to the deserving soon. Rumours were rumours, but maybe, just maybe. It never hurt to keep your dreams alive.

His thoughts wandered to his weapon. The magimusket had been a genius idea, giving him the actual edge at fighting he really needed. Many times he had gazed into the arena section, thinking that one day he might join them. Had chosen not to, and looking at how things are now... he was better off here. And that was a lot coming from someone who was sitting at the post-Guildfall border of Casual-Free. It had taken him weeks to fashion the weapon out of the discarded and hopelessly broken musket he... acquired from an antique shop. Luckily nobody was able to trace it back to him, and now... nobody would find out. And if they did, who would care enough? The gun had saved infinitely more lives in it's current shape, that was for certain.

As his pen danced at the bottom of the page to sign the page under the name Sgt. Galuna, he let out a small sigh. How much would the higher-ups require to accept him just using his first name with these? It was not like it made a real difference... he had already got his entire unit agree to calling him sergeant Guster. He hadn't even chosen his name, oh no. He had received it from the first people he met, the family more or less forced it onto him as he told he had none to begin with. He liked Guster. Like the gust of the wind that blew within him. But Galuna? Ugh. Some days he was unsure why he did not change it. Maybe he was too sentimental? Although to be honest, as matters were now, nobody would have time to look after things like that anyway. As Guster slammed the logbook shut and hopped off the crate he had been sitting on, he declared within his head: The moment has passed. Back to work.

Relationships:

Guster holds an unknown (to him) bond towards the Galuna family. While encountering any is highly unlikely, he would likely seek to aid them like they did to him back in the day.
In addition to this, Guster respects S.W.O.R.D. and I.D.R.I.S. but finds it hard to believe anyone would willingly participate in something like that. Each time he sees the group return smaller than it left as, if he has the opportunity, strengthens his belief of it being a necessary job for the voluntarily crazy.
And then there is his feeling of sheer terror towards F.E.A.R.. To him, having his identity as a Dust fiend be revealed would spell the endgame. Having to flee from the society most likely, but where would he even go?

@Hekazu

I love it. Very nicely done. :D Feel free to post him in the CS thread.

I thinking about making another character, but for now ta-da

Hider

Eww, I feel bad for your mother

Name: Amelian Leonard Draco
Alias(s): "Bonehead"
Age: 22
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 167
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Red

Race: Cursed Human

Job Role: I.D.R.I.S Officer

Physical Appearance: From the effects of his curse, several bones have managed to grow out of his body permanently. Though, besides that, he is very well fit from a years of training.

Attire: A leather trench coat covers most of his body. Under the coat is standard patrol armor, and a pair of padded combat pants and boots. Around his neck is a crystal that helps him control his curse, it normally glows.

Personality: Amelian is normally a bit of jackass. He can seem like he doesn't care about anything other than himself, but if you actually get to know him...he's actually just a jackass who cares about thinks a lot. He sometimes stresses himself out over work and life. Feeling that this is a weakness he does his best to cover those feelings most of the time.

Weapons & Equipment: combat knife, first aid kit, license to kill (I.D.R.I.S badge)


Ability:
Bone manipulation of his own body, is able to control every bone in his body.
Basic healing knowledge
Weapon Mastery
Cursed immortality

History: Once ago a drunken story, there lived a young man with his family. The family was very powerful, having control of most trade in the European area. Of course the family had many enemies, but they had few who could touch them. Though the ones that could didn't dare to try. For most of the world both feared and respected this family. Except for one old woman, A woman who would place a cures apon the family. sending them into a rage as their body's betrayed themselves. Though one of the family was able to hold onto his sanity and flee.

Many years pass, and the one who fled hasn't aged a bit. He marches to his home after years of training to be able to control his curse. His home is in ruins,and his family is nowhere to be found. All that is hear is the cackling of the old woman. for many years he hunted the woman. To free not only himself, but his loved ones. Within half a decade he finds her.

He busted into an old town, killing his way through creatures that he had never seen before. As he reached the town hall he heard fighting. He kicked the door down as a blade came down on the old woman. A young man stood before him covered in blood. Though it didn't seem like much of it was his. Looking over the rest of the hall he now sees his family slaughtered across the room. His mother, sister,and father lay dead. The hero turned and raised his blade. The man looked the hero in the eye and let his rage take over. When he awoke the hero was gone, and he was covered in what he guessed was his blood. There was a cold weight on his neck. Running to a bathroom to look in the mirror. He found that the woman's chains had attached to him, and the red crystal had brought Him back. A whisper had moved through the house, avenge us.

He set out and a few years later he found the hero in a bar, and shared a few drinks with him.

Relationships: Amelian is known, or at least heard of, as the I.D.R.I.S Officer who enjoys any bar in town. Though he actually has a few friends, no one knows to much about him. Seeing how he keeps to himself unless his jobs says otherwise.

@Amelian Draco

Don't mind me cleaning up the formatting. It's an interesting character but I'm a bit worried about the Cursed Immortality. That not really something I can allow in this RP unless you mean that he can't die from age, in which case, you'll need to specify that.

Let me know if anything needs to be changed!!!

Character Sheet

"... it just got worse..."

Name: Leia Hayahr (Hair, get it? LOL)
Alias(s): Elle (or L, whichever you'd rather type)
Age: 28
Height: 4'11'' at the withers, 7'5'' at the head
Weight: 1000 lbs.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Pale Blue

Race: Centaur

Job Role: Medic (F.E.A.R)

Physical Appearance: Being a centaur, Elle stands upon four hooves. Her lower half is covered in soft, white fur with thick feathered strands fluttering above the strong black hooves. Just like the hip long hair, her tail is made up of soft white locks which reach down to her rear fetlock (near the hooves). All of her features are long and lean, making even her muscular horse body appear to be slender. Beneath her dark brows are a pair of pale blue eyes, their gaze always sharp and calculating.

Attire:

She adorns herself with decorative leathers and silks, hiding (barely) her otherwise exposed breasts. Upon her head she wears a headpiece made up of antlers and bits of silk. Although she usually wears her hair down, Elle has been known to pull the long strands into ornate braids or twists. As of late, the centaur has been wearing a crudely made saddle bag of medical supplies and blankets.

Personality:

Elle is very literal and blunt. She lacks any resemblance of tact, which makes her bedside manor rather... rough.... unless, of course, you can get her to do one of two things. Sing... or drink... or both.

Weapons & Equipment:
Medical supplies, blankets... and sometimes a machete like blade. The blade is used to remove limbs or, if forced, self defense.

Ability:

-Telepathy: Elle can speak both with her mouth and with her mind, however to speak with her mind, one must be within a line of sight.

-Empathy: This centaur can feel the emotions of those around her. This, along with the ability to carry victims on her back, made her essential in the early stages of the disaster. Like a sixth sense, the woman was able to feel those in pain beneath the rubble when they were otherwise unable to make their presence known.

-Medical Knowledge: Elle came into the city with the same knowledge as any good field medic... it wasn't until she was drafted into her position that she really started to learn the ins and outs of it all. She is no master... nor doctor... but you have a fairly good chance of surviving.

Brief History:

Elle had only just arrived when the virus hit, her home having been destroyed long before. Her time prior to arrive had been spent roaming from city to city, picking up any job she could just to survive. A jack of all trades but master of none, it was hard for her to find a place to call home. Of course, this home was more or less forced onto her by the virus.

Since it's fall, Elle has been working hard to save the lives of those around her... first among the search and rescue teams, then within the ranks of F.E.A.R..

Relationships:

I will be putting something here for every other PCed character. I'm going to PM each person after their CS is approved. Feel free to PM me as well!

@LeiaHair

To this day, I think this is the first Centaur CS I've ever encountered. Elegant yet stern. She's wonderful. You may consider her accepted. ^^

[LeiaHair]

To this day, I think this is the first Centaur CS I've ever encountered. Elegant yet stern. She's wonderful. You may consider her accepted. ^^

@Kalas

Thank you :D I haven't ever seen a Centaur played, so I thought... what the hell... might as well give it a go! Hopefully it will be fun!

[Kalas]

Thank you :D I haven't ever seen a Centaur played, so I thought... what the hell... might as well give it a go! Hopefully it will be fun!

@LeiaHair

You're welcome :) It certainly wasn't a race I'd thought of. Here's to hoping that others take notice of your choice and decide to play a centaur too! :D

By the way, I've set up a chat room for us for any and all questions, as well as general OOC talk.
chatzy.com/91429974096477

[Amelian Draco]

@Kalasit's a age thing. I'll work on that

[Kimono]

This seems pretty cool. Will crank out a character sheet tonight.

[Kalas]

@Kalasit's a age thing. I'll work on that

@Amelian Draco

Brilliant, thanks :)

This seems pretty cool. Will crank out a character sheet tonight.

@Kimono

Glad to have you with us! I look forward to viewing your sheet. :D

[Cyndyr]

Cynder Luzu Assana

<sup>But I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've come, let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
Let's see how far we've come, let's see how far we've come

- How Far We've Come, Matchbox 20</sup>

Name: Cynder Luzu Assana
Alias(s): Sometimes called "The Kid" either playfully, mockingly or admirably.
Gender: Female

Height: 5'3
Weight: 106 lb
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Light Blue

Age: 17
Birthday: February 20th
Astrological Sign: Pisces-Aquarius

Race: Water Elemental

Job Role: Researcher (F.I.E.L.D)

Physical Appearance: Being that Cynder is a water elemental, she has the ability to change her "solid appearance" to anything she desires while in a large body of water (ex: river, lake, ocean, etc) due to merging properties. If she does not have access to water, she'll keep to her "land form" which is a "child-like" short girl with a small frame, extremely pale skin, light blue eyes and long, curly blonde hair that reaches a little over her shoulders.

Attire: Cynder is absolutely obsessed with jewelry, hence the unusual amount of talismans, bracelets, necklaces and rings that adorn her body. She often wears loose clothing such as polyester and nylon dresses and a matching pair of greek-styled sandals to go with. Her reason for wearing loose clothing is due to her hatred of heat. She wears a silver circlet with an amethyst gem in the center.


Personality: A rebellious and mature girl with a serious attitude, she has some leader aspects despite being younger than most of her comrades. Deeply spiritual and very "in-tune" with nature, she is a great lover of animals and the natural world, being greatly curious of the mysteries that surround it. She, however, lacks warmth for most people and is very stern and awkward while socializing with others causing her to fire back snarky comments, insults or just plain stumbling over finding the correct wording. It's possible to gain her trust and when you do, you may be surprised to find an insecure girl who is filled with optimism, kindness and warmth. Despite working in the middle of the action, she is quite the opposite of being fearless - she is actually a huge coward and crybaby, easily fainting or crying over the death or body of an individual, though most times she is capable of hiding this behind a cold facade. The same facade that allows her to be viewed as borderline sociopathic due to her lack of hesitation towards unethical decisions. Her passion and coldness is both feared and admired by her comrades due to the fact it's very surprising that a girl so young could be so far advanced in the research field simply from willingness to experiment and not from training or knowledge itself. It should be noted that she is racist towards those who are from the Advanced Section, believing them to be "too snooty" and "over-privileged".

Weapons & Equipment:

• Equipment: Food, canteen, bandages, three notebook, pen, spare rifle ammunition, binoculars.
• High Velocity Rifle Javelin: Bayonet rifle that doubles as a lance/rifle. Cynder's sole weapon.

Abilities:

• Water && Ice Magic: Essentially water manipulation and modified water manipulation. Weakens depending on distance from water.
• Healing Magic: Very low leveled, can only heal minor and single wounds.
• Shape-shifting: Only while in water, water elementals can change their form to anything they desire.
• Disease Immunity: Higher immunity from diseases than most races, however, nobody is sure how far this stretches. . .

Brief History: Born somewhere in the depths of Casual section's forest, Cynder was cursed with belonging to a nomadic race, causing her to migrate to the Free section before late childhood. She spent most of her life isolated from other races aside from those who were brave enough to enter the territory of water elementals. While most of them were intimidating to hunters due to their deep love of animals, the water elementals were kind to those who gave them their trust and often led lost individuals home. Because of her distance from society growing up, Cynder had not been a witness to the Guildfall. She, however, heard of through her favorite visitors who often brought gifts, food and stories. Her favorite, by far, was the stories. Her favorite strange tale was the one that affected the region they were in: the N-008 virus. Though it was highly unlikely for elementals to become infected, the fear still swept the community, causing them to relocate once again to their former home in the Casual section. Cynder, however, obsessed with understanding how the natural world operated ran off in scientific pursuit and joined the other survivors, leaving her people to their possible demise.

Relationships: Will be adding this over the course of the Roleplay.

[Kalas]

@MalcomXD @G3njii Join us here, if you're still interested! :D