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I'm a bit scared...I can only type in 6 paragraphs each post, is that considered high casual?


That's fine. Not meant to intimidate you. Go and look at Advanced posts, and look at most Casual posts, and try and think of somewhere in-between.

If I may ask, why do you prefer messaged cs's rather than posted cs's?

Edit: now that I think about it, high casual may be too high for me. Not that dedicated enough to go 6 paragraphs.


I'm sorry to hear that, but I understand.
Posted. Grammar and stuff might be a bit sloppy because I am tired. Looong day. Will fix stuff tomorrow if I need to.

Also, Ares was a dancer before he was the God of War. Does this mean I get kick-ass dance moves as a superpower?

BRADLEY CLARKE - ARES, GOD OF WAR


By 8 A.M. Bradley had awoken. In the time he had been awake he had came to two conclusions: He had most definitely been in some sort of comatose state for an entire year, and that he had something buried in the deeper recesses of his mind. A voice. An unfamiliar voice. Bradley wasn't sure how it had got there, but it was there. It whispered to him in his sleep. And he spoke back. He wondered if he was crazy... or perhaps he just needed some time to readjust to the world. It had scolded him for crashing at his father's place. Called him weak. It was right, in a way. He despised his father, yet he still relied on him in some ways. He wished that he didn't, but he did.

His father had not returned over night, so Bradley decided to remove the note that he wrote and leave without leaving any sort of evidence that he had ever been there, other than the fact that his phone was now in his pocket, and not on the spare room's bedside table. It was probably better this way. That way he wouldn't get any trouble from and could go on with his life. His father wished he was dead anyway. The feeling was almost mutual.

What with his apartment having a new occupant, Bradley made his way up to his friend Danny's flat. Danny was Bradley's closest friend. The best way to describe Danny was a total degenerate. Harsh but accurate. But he was a good guy deep down. He never wanted the life he was given - stealing and conniving. But it was the life he had, so he did everything he could to get by. Yes, he was a criminal. But he was loyal, and he cared about his friends, so Bradley had grown close to him over the years. They'd gone through a lot of stuff together - lost friends, earned their first ever pay-check. Bradley didn't care what others thought of him. He was the one guy who would welcome Bradley at his doorstep no matter what.

"Bradley?" Danny opened the door with evident shock on his face. "You woke up? When?"

"Just last night... You're the first person I've spoke to. Well... apart from some fat bloke who was living in my apartment. Care to fill me in on what's going on?"

"You know just as much as me, Brad." Danny continued to stare at him perplexed for a few moments before remembering to invite him in. "Come on, take a seat. We need to catch up."

Bradley entered the flat. It looked pretty much exactly the same as it had a year ago. There was a dirty t-shirt on the floor in the corner that Bradley was 99% sure had been there a year ago. He ignored it and sat down on one of the seats in the main room. Danny disappeared in to the kitchen for a few moments before returning with two beers, one for himself and one for Bradley.

"How is everyone, then? Will and the lads?"

Danny frowned as he sat down in one of the seats opposite Bradley.

"What is it?" Bradley asked with concern.

"A lot has changed 'round here since you left, Brad." Danny sighed and leaned back.

"I never left."

"You might as well have. You were always good at defusing this kind of shit... but we got in to an argument, and, you know, Will being Will, got a bit too mouthy. Got himself stabbed."

Bradley shook his head. "What? And you did nothing?"

"Of course I did, but I couldn't save him."

"Fucking hell... It really has been a year. Puts things in perspective." Bradley looked down solemnly.

Silence ensued for a while. In attempt to prevent any sort of awkwardness, Danny spoke up, handing Bradley a cigarette. "Have one, mate. It'll make you feel better."

Bradley peered at it for a moment. "Nah."

"You what?" Danny smirked. "You couldn't go a day without them last time I spoke to you."

"Like you said, a lot changes in a year. I don't know. I just don't feel addicted any more."

"Mate, I wish my mum would get a year-long coma," Danny joked. "She really needs to pack her smoking in."

Bradley laughed and leant back in his chair slightly. It felt good to be back. In reality, he never really felt like he had left. But he most certainly had. And he was glad he was here with his friends. But something didn't feel right. Maybe it was the loss of a friend. Or something else. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't feel normal.
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Call it evolution, or call it mutation. Call it power, or call it disease. Call it a gift, or call it a curse.
Whatever it is, it is new. It is change.
The world will never stay the same. The only thing that will never change, is the fact that there will always be change. But change breeds fear. Fear breeds discontent. Discontent breeds unrest. Unrest breeds anarchy. And in a world so dominated by government and order, anarchy must be prevented. At all costs.
No exceptions. Not even you.
Summary
We will be playing a group of young Superhumans in America in a time when Superhumans are hunted and imprisoned by the government. Our characters will be facing certain death, but will be given the chance to flee America to a Caribbean island owned by a billionaire who wishes to fight the oppression of the government and to train you as his elite taskforce to bring the downfall of the government's dark operations. Our characters will train together to eventually combat the government as a team. The first part/chapter of this RP will revolve around training on this island and establishing relationships with one another. Don't think of this as a generic school RP as there will be development, but there will be themes of that.

Backstory
We live in a world with Superhumans. Granted, there are not many. Perhaps only a few hundred. But they exist. The government is trying to get rid of them, but what they clearly don't see is that they can't be prevented. It's the next step in human evolution.

The first Superhumans were found by the Government in the late 90s. They were subsequently locked up in a research facility and never let out. That's what the government has always done to deal with them. It worked for a while, but now there are hundreds of them out there, living their lives, trying to pretend that they are normal. It's a surprise that nobody has gone public yet and told the world about their powers. Maybe that's just how good the government are at keeping the peace.

For years the government have worked away at finding out how to hunt down these Superhumans. And they've finally found it. A "defect" that can be found in the blood. Everyone with powers has it. Some without powers have it too. But the government aren't going to take any chances. Two weeks ago they took nation-wide mandatory blood tests, and rest assured, they are going to hunt down, kill or kidnap every single person who tests positive for that defect.

You're one of those who tested positive. You're young. You still attend school, or college. You may have recently discovered your power, or it could have been with you for years. Either way, come next week when the test results have been fully checked through, you'll be on the government's hit list.

But your fate is not to die now. Or to live out your days in a laboratory. You have a chance to live. But it won't be the life you were hoping for.

Rules
  • Adult themes such as language and violence are permitted. You have been warned. Do not join if you are worried about someone being a bit detailed in explaining a gory fight or throwing out swear-words. That being said, abide by the guild's rules, i.e. no explicit sexual content.
  • Please try and be creative with your character. This RP will be heavily dependant on character progression.
  • Don't go too overpowered with your power. We must all have weaknesses. I reserve the right to reject an app if I believe the power will not fit. Some are just not right for the RP.
  • We're all here to have fun so be nice ;).
  • No anime pictures please.


App
All right. OOC on the way in the next few hours.
Good to hear. I'll check back on this in the morning. If interest continues at this rate, I'll set to work on an OOC.
Since AV is taking that final spot, you two will probably be competing for a place. Just a word of warning.
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Summary
We will be playing a group of young Superhumans in America in a time when Superhumans are hunted and imprisoned by the government. Our characters will be facing certain death, but will be given the chance to flee America to a Caribbean island owned by a billionaire who wishes to fight the oppression of the government and to train you as his elite taskforce to bring the downfall of the government's dark operations. Our characters will train together to eventually combat the government as a team. The first part/chapter of this RP will revolve around training on this island and establishing relationships with one another. Don't think of this as a generic school RP as there will be development, but there will be themes of that.

Backstory
We live in a world with Superhumans. Granted, there are not many. Perhaps only a few hundred. But they exist. The government is trying to get rid of them, but what they clearly don't see is that they can't be prevented. It's the next step in human evolution.

The first Superhumans were found by the Government in the late 90s. They were subsequently locked up in a research facility and never let out. That's what the government has always done to deal with them. It worked for a while, but now there are hundreds of them out there, living their lives, trying to pretend that they are normal. It's a surprise that nobody has gone public yet and told the world about their powers. Maybe that's just how good the government are at keeping the peace.

For years the government have worked away at finding out how to hunt down these Superhumans. And they've finally found it. A "defect" that can be found in the blood. Everyone with powers has it. Some without powers have it too. But the government aren't going to take any chances. Two weeks ago they took nation-wide mandatory blood tests, and rest assured, they are going to hunt down, kill or kidnap every single person who tests positive for that defect.

You're one of those who tested positive. You're young. You still attend school, or college. You may have recently discovered your power, or it could have been with you for years. Either way, come next week when the test results have been fully checked through, you'll be on the government's hit list.

But your fate is not to die now. Or to live out your days in a laboratory. You have a chance to live. But it won't be the life you were hoping for.
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