Nerevarine

1254 AD: Purgatory of Europe

Ulu Orda

The Golden Horde]
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Total Military Numbers: 100,000 Soldiers
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History (You are allowed to use Wikipedia for now):
History of the Golden Horde
The current Rulers are the two brothers, Orda Khan and Batu Khan

1254 AD: Purgatory of Europe

Hey guys, looking for a Golden Horde?

Tokoshie no Ansoku

Not dead, though my work schedule has definitely been trying to kill me

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Herro everynyan

Ill get a post up tonight. Life has been kicking my ass

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Satomi lay, body sprawled out as her eyes gazed up into the ceiling, trying to find the point where the darkness obscured any further light. Her head was still throbbing, and dull aching prevented the girl from lulling herself away into the release of the dreamworld. Satomi grumbled to herself, pushing her body up, not without letting out a low moan from the pain in her head and arm, as a brief spell of dissorientation fell over, only to recede back as the clarity of the room returned.

A look of displeasure came over Satomi, her dark brown eyes narrowing and her mouth twisting into an expression of contempt and confusion as she mulled over exactly why she was here.

She was going to die, there was no doubt about that. Probably in a horrible fashion. It would have been just as easy to walk out that door and never look back. But...even if she would have done that that, the ultimate outcome was death, in a horrible fashion. At the very least, there was some kind of honor, even if it was superficial. She did feel some dignity in dying in war, over drowing in her own fluids after the Pneumonia she would certainly have contracted her from her future assignment of pumping septic tanks, embalming bodies or shoveling rotting animal parts in the abattoir would, or from being mauled by any one of the heavy machinery that was liable to catch her in the heat of work.

Did it really matter though? There was no real heroicism or glory in doing this? As far as the world outside her was concerned, she was already dead, not that anyone would have expected much more, or have any concerns that she was dying at this age. People in her village died all the time at her age, usually being shot or killed for stealing the wrong piece of trash, or getting on the wrong side of a guard in a bad mood.

Satomi groaned and grumbled, thoughts of whether or not what she was doing was worth it.

That was when her eyes caught sight of another one of the girls, another waking soul, her head rested on her knees. Satomi recognized her, she was one of the children originally looking to leave, though, something, or to be more specific, someone; had stalled her enough to keep her here. Maybe contact with another person would be what she needed to clear her mind of doubts. Satomi stood from her bed, and made her way over to the girl.

"Hi.." She murmered out quietly, hoping to catch the girl's attention. "I can't sleep, I'm a bit nervous about this all." Satomi tried her hardest too keep the air of optimism up, even if uncertainty was gnawing at her mind. "I'm Satomi by the way, Satomi Dosantosu. I couldn't help but notice that earlier, in the auditorium, you were going to leave. If you don't mind me asking...why did you stay?"

Tokoshie no Ansoku

Like a crash to a pipe dream, the situation that Satomi had been flung into was only becoming more grotesque by the minute. The demonstration before her, was this real? This was the face of a true Moonman? The same creatures that were responsible for the deaths of uncountable people? Cold sweat and a bit of panic broke out as the thing was released, not nearly as severe as the attack she had been locked into before the announcement caught her attention. And here, she was terrified.

What were they thinking? Releasing this eldrichian horror into a room of children; Satomi was compelled to scream in horror, but the noise was lost in her throat, as she got a good look into the battle before her, this girl, not much older than herself, dispatching of the moonman with seemingly little effort. Satomi could only blink in confusion as the monster fell dead to the ground, soon to be charred and disposed of; killed with...coins?

And like another dream, the show was over almost as soon as it started. As a voice echoed out

"This is why I'm presenting you all with a choice to decide your fit. If you do not wish to walk the path ahead od you, you can turn back now. Exit through the main doors above and after a simple memory wipe you will be free to go. But for those of you willing to risk life and limb, to dive deeper down the rabbit hole and find thier potential to save the world, I invite you to stay. You have three minutes to make a decision and I need to remind you all decesions fron this point foward are permanent."

So, she was free to go? No, it was never that easy. She knew that if she left, it was likely that she'd just be disposed of on the spot. What good would she be, as a Dekasegi, left to run wild. It would be like releasing a rat or other vermin back into the world, as far as the Officials of Zone Two were concerned. To die a criminal, or to die as some kind of super soldier. Neither choice was safe, but, it was obvious the way she had to go.

"I'm probaly never going to see Mamãe and Papai again..." She uttered to herself, semi-inaudiably, as Satomi raised her head, focusing her eyes upon the door ahead. "But, maybe, maybe I can still do something for them. I can still help them, even if from this far away."

Satomi closed her eyes, "One less mouth to feed at home, one less fine and demerit against them with the law." Her body tensed, as the decision came out, and she murmured the ultimatum to herself

"I'm more good to them here"

As these words rang out, Satomi went to take here seat, and embrace this life, a new role of a Limiter. It was a better fate than whatever awaited a Dekasegi girl out there. A chance to rise above society's expectations, and make something of herself and help not just her family, but to help everyone. Her heart as filled with fear, but somewhere in that stew of horror, there was hope; and a kind of assurance that this was the right decision.

Tokoshie no Ansoku

Got a post in :p

Always time for a Panic Attack

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Everything was so unclear

The last that Satomi remembered, she was slightly late in getting home, the shuttles from the city she collected trash in to Poroto Resute were not there, time had slipped Satomi's mind and before she knew it, the sun was down, and the only way home was a foot path. Then came the police, who were all to happy to confront, and beat the sense of out Satomi on her way home between the city to the village.

For many of the children, the prospect of being abducted and taken from home would be a new, and somewhat unthinkable outcome, but for Satomi, it was always just a matter of time. She had been detained and beaten by the guards of Zone Two before, but this was the only time they had ever just outright abducted her for holding. Something was not right, but, at the time, Satomi was to focused on her injuries and the slow fading of her consciousness. The last thing she remembered was uttering out a weak prayer to Jesus to watch over her. When she came to once again, the girl found herself tossed out, put in line, and ushered into a structure she had only heard of.

Babel, the dark tower, like a cartilaginous cutout in space itself. Satomi felt a cold jolt race down her spine, as the guards shouted for her to keep moving forward.

Satomi struggled, her face throbbing, caked in blood, swollen and brusied, as with other parts of her body. She shambled down the pathway into the imposing structure. The pain would pass, as she was passed off to a team of medical personnel, who, while running their tests and physicals, were thoughtful enough to give the mangled Satomi what she wanted most, a nice shot of Morphine

All seemed to phase into a narcotic blur as the blood and grit of the Dekasegi girl's encounter with the long time adversery of Law Enforcement was cleansed from her body, a blood soaked tank top and shorts replaced with a steely colored jumpsuit. Not fully cognizant of what was going on, she found herself shuffled away once more, into a solitary bedroom. Satomi was not resisting or complaining, just drifting along, the morphine in her veins making this trip end in a nice snooze, before the girl woke up not an hour later, in horrid pain and realizing the gravity of what had just happened.

Oh god...Am I in prision?

She stayed in bed, suddenly grasped with fear. She knew what might happen, she vaguely recalled some of the other girls being rejected, never to be seen again. They were to be executed, were they not? Her crimes had finally caught up to her, and yet, she was not being disposed of?

Odd, she was sure that the government would jump at the chance to get rid of another Dekasegi truant, but here she was.

Think Satomi, Think! Did they say anything unusual?

Not much was clearly distinct from dreams, but she recalled an unusal term, "Limiter"

But what the hell is a Limiter?

But thoughts had not time to coalesce into a conclusion, as the guards returned, marching the girls into another room. A strange, empty room. Satomi was still sore, and on edge, thinking about what was going to happen to her. The Dekasegi girl wandered about, looking at the other faces around her. She went to reach for her Rosary, only to make a horrifying conclusion

"It's....it's...not there..."

As if in that instance, Anxiety began to overcome Satomi, as her eyes went wide and she froze in place, mumbling something over and over to herself, as if in a bid to gain some composure

Pai-Nosso que estais no Céu; santificado seja o Vosso Nome; venha a nós o Vosso reino; seja feita a Vosso vontade assim na Terra como no Céu. O pão nosso de cada dia nos dai hoje; perdoai-nos as nossas ofensas, assim como nós perdoamos a quem nos tem ofendido; e não nos deixeis cair em tentação; mas livrai-nos do mal. Amen

Over and Over again, each repeat more trance like than the other.

Was this really the end? A state sponsored death for being out to late collecting metal for extra food?

Maybe it was the morphine hangover, but anxiety and panic was starting to get to Satomi. She just wanted to go home; the usually optimistic girl trying desperately to cling to something to give her hope in this situation.

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Name:
Yashm bint Idris al-Rashidiyya
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Like all Jinn, Yashm has an almost ethereal look. Her body is pale white and translucent, seems to shift like smoke or a dancing flame. Her hair is dark black, and has smoke like properties, almost misting off at times. Like all Jinn, her eyes are yellow and slit like a cat. Her clothing is traditional Almaghrebi Jinni, lots of loose fabric, draped over her body. It is colored blue with black details woven into the fabric. As well, the symbol of Ea, a Date Palm Tree on an island surrounded by flowing water, is embroidered on her shawl.
World of Origin:
Khu-Shabash (Original Series)
Personality:
Yashm is a somewhat timid priestess of the Sea God Ea. Yashm is a somewhat naive girl, always looking for the good of things, and the best possible outcomes, at the expense of a grounding in realism. Aimiable, Helpful, and always found with a smile on her face, Yashm wants only what is best for the world, and needs no motivation to provide healing or help to those in need.
History:
Following the Second Madness War, and the departure of the Anunnaki from the mortal plane, the mortal world of Adnat re-entered a time of peace and stability. This was not the world that Yashm grew up in. Unfortunately, tensions grew between the Jinn and Humans, culminating in mutual feelings of distrust and anger. Yashm was one of those Jinn who had the good fortune to grow up in Al-Maghrib, the Jinn Majority lands of the world. Entering into the hereditary priesthood of Ea, the Sea God, and the overseer of healing and agriculture. As to be expected, Yashm was thrust into the role of a healer, and likely this was the source of her desires to mend the problems found in her world. Perhaps it was a mix of a sheltered world view coming from being groomed for only one role her entire life, as well as the nature of that role, that sent her out to seek to change the world for the better.
Abilities:
Magic - Jinn are naturally skilled in Magic, having been created, so they say, from Fire and Wind, gaining a stronger connection to the Ethereal than to the Physical. As a Priestess of the Sea God, as well as a being crafted from Elemental Fire, Yashm has significant skill in the manipulation of Fire, Water, and Wind through magical means. More relevant, Yashm can use the magic she has to act as a healer, healing minor to major wounds, stabilizing those who are near death, and healing various poisons and diseases.

Ethereal Form - Something of a blessing and a curse, Yashm's wispy, smoke-like body can let her heal faster, but actual attacks done to her body hit much harder than in a more physical being. A blunt trauma attack will to much more potentially life threatening damage.

Healer's knowledge - Yashm has a good knowledge of human anatomy and physiology.

Other:
As well as being pysically less durable, she's significantly weaker than a human, but makes up for it in her skill in magic.

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Satomi Dosantosu

Satomi Dosantosu
15| 5'2"| O

Physical Description:

As with most Dekasegi people, Satomi shows a significant level of physical heterogeneity not found in most pureblooded Japanese people. Her hair is a light chesnut brown, left long and to hang all the way down to her mid-back. She is a tall, spindly figure, with strong legs from her passion in playing football. Her eyes are dark brown, and her skin is slightly tanned. Her facial features show her Portuguese-Brazilian origins, as well as the recent integration of Japanese into her family line.

Biography/background:

Brazilians had established a presence in Japan even before the Moonmen were ever known to exist. In those bygone days, most of the so-called "Dekasegi" (meaning "working away from home" in Japanese) were people of Japanese ethnicity who's ancestors had moved to South America looking for work, and who returned seeking the same opportunities in the land of their ancestors. As the troubles of the Moonmen came upon the world, the usually xenophobic Japan relaxed its immigration policies towards places like Brazil and Latin America among those of the Japanese Diaspora looking to return, only for the restrictions to ethnicity to fall, and finally with large numbers of Brazilians of any ethnicity comming following the rise of the Coalition and the fall of South America.

These People were also known as Dekasegi, a word meaning roughly "Brazilian/South American" in these times. Over time, the Dekasegi lost touch with their old homeland of Brazil, and crafted a new ethnic identity, as things like the Portuguese and Spanish Language slowly gave way in their communities in favor of Japanese, (although Portuguese survives as a sacred language used in Church services or prayers, and the Dekasegi have their own sociolect of Japanese, called Dekasegigo, written in the Latin Alphabet, and containing much vocabulary and lexical structures borrowed from Portuguese) as they also took on Japanese given names, and integrated more Japanese culture into their lives. Dekasegi people are one of the oldest of the Refugee ethnic groups established, however they are among the most discriminated against. Dekasegi were seen as outcasts, the descendants of social failures who could not make it in Japanese society, and would only continue their ancestors' legacies of failure, never making any significant contributions to Japanese society. Dekasegi are seen as expendables who can do the so-called "three K" jobs: Kitsui, Kitanai and Kiken – hard, dirty and dangerous, jobs like cleaning sewage lines and septic tanks, slaughtering animals, processing meats, executions, mortician work, grave diggers; with adults unsurprisingly dying very often in their work, and children often skipping school and falsifying their age for work, and as such, attracting penelties and punishments from the authorities of the Collation when they are figured out; they have gained the reputation of vagrants, hereditary failures, social dropouts, truants, and untrustworthy individuals. Social dissidents who simply refuse to do what they are supposed to, and who run a strain of how often they need to be put down.

Satomi's family originated from a wealthy white Portuguese-Brazilian family from Fortaleza, Brazil. Her ancestors came to Zone Two and settled near Tokyo. At this time, they were known as the Dos Santos family, but over time they became more Japanized, and took on the Japanized Surname Dosantosu.

Satomi was born in the Dekasegi shanty village of Poroto Resute, where she had carved out a living collecting scrap metal and other recyclables for money, and doing odd jobs in larger cities like Tokyo for money. However, few people will trust a Dekasegi to do serious work for them, and so Satomi's family must scrape a living out on a day to day income doing day labor and odd jobs. As well, Satomi falls under the label of Fushūgaku, a repeat truant, due to her need for constant work to support herself. As a result, Satomi is a social outcast, an untouchable on the periphery of society, as is to be expected of one in her position.

Personality:

Satomi is a headstrong, iron-willed young woman. Life in constant poverty and discrimination has done nothing to kill her optimism. However, her stubbornness can get the best of her at times. She's quick to anger, and unafraid to speak her mind. Satomi will stand up to any threats in her way, even if the odds are against her.

Type:

Speed

Special Ability:

Satomi can take on an ethereal form for approximately 5 minutes, allowing her to phase through solid objects, and protecting her from physical attack. This can be used to reach an otherwise unacceptable area, or to escape from an otherwise dangerous situation. However, the strain on her body is great, and Satomi will usually be extremely exhausted after re-materializing, and must rest before she can go further, and must sleep before she can access her ethereal form again. Though it may be hypochondria, she seems to feel that every time she uses her ethereal state, she feels weaker, and seems to get sicker, and injured more often, as if her body is being torn apart with every use.

Skillset:

Satomi is very athletic, with great endurance and strength, though nothing superhuman. As well, she knows how to survive in wild locations, and craft useful items from scrap and junk. As well, Satomi is very agile, and capable of great feats of jumping, climbing and evasion. As well, Satomi is knowledgeable about the less savory parts of Japanese cities and towns.

Equipment:

Satomi wears a necklace with a Catholic Christian Charm, as well as a rosary that she tends to fiddle with when she's anxious or nervous. As well, she carries around a baseball bat for protection, as she is unable to carry a gun as a minor and a Dekasegi. It's usually strapped on her back.