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Ttracey09 posted this thread...
Dec. 5, 2012 at 4:31 pm

Darkness fell over the city, clouds of darkness blanketed the country and pain reigned all over the world. Blood was shed, gushing rivers and seas. Tears were bled, lakes and ponds they could fill. Hearts were stopped, minds were severed from the body and souls were killed so quick, even the almighty Father couldn’t save them. Malevolent was King.
It’s been twenty years and the cities lie in ruins, the country is running amuck and brutality was everywhere you went. And the man in charge, Quilen Butcher; his last name is given to him for a reason, he’s extremely brutal, a “no one is left alive” type of man. No one can stop him, no one, to his knowledge. Along side him is his second in command. He’s destroyed every piece of written material before his rule but he kept one prophecy; “Out of darkness shall be born two saviors.”

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 5, 2012 at 4:40 pm

[Need three other people, 1 for second in command, and 2 for the saviors. I'm Quilen. Age is from 15+.]
 
Name: Quillen Butcher
Affiliation: Ruler of the Fallen World/City
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Skills: Very brutal, trained in hand-to-hand combat. Skilled in weaponary, particularly guns. Smooth talker, natural born leader.
Personality: Very brutal, "leave no one alive" type of man. Grew up with little to nothing, and it hardened him.
Appearance: Brown cargo pants, black attire really with some army style incorporated into it. Basically it’s army style, always has a gun on him.
Bio: TBD

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CaliforniaDreaming replied...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 12:33 pm

Name: Forsyth Vanalyn
Affiliation: Second in Command
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Skills: Great at hand to hand combat and close contact weapons such as knives and swords. (was trained in knife throwing since age five) 
Personality: Nice but easily enraged. Sarcastic and never lets anyone see her get out of control unless she plans to kill them.
Appearance: Tall and very pretty which allows her to manipulate people to her will. wears skin tight army clothes or Solid black attire. always carries a knife or two on her person.
Bio: has known the ruler since they were small but wonders if her remembers thier childhood.

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AThornOfARose replied...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 2:48 pm

Name: Ceres Willanow
Affiliation: Savior
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Skills: TBD
Personality: Strong willed and Stubborn. Bears a Compassion that may be too developed. She faces all situations with an unknown vitality.
Appearance:  Short and easily tolerable to the eye, She tends to wears lighter somewhat flowy dress ( i.e. clothes.) Carries little to no weapons.
Bio: Born into darkness and raised from a light, she knows little of her origins nad has a slightly disturbing childhood with a result of callusness.

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 4:02 pm

[Just one more and we can start.]

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AThornOfARose replied...
Dec. 8, 2012 at 1:52 pm

((are these going to be the only characters?))
 

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 8, 2012 at 3:13 pm

[These are the main ones, but they will interact with other people throughout the story ... like my character will be talking to soldiers under him ... and so on. As for the second Savior, still waiting, less we start with only one Savior.]

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AThornOfARose replied...
Dec. 9, 2012 at 5:39 pm

((alright, i was just curious. And i guess that one is up to you. Afterall it is your rp))

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 9, 2012 at 7:18 pm

[We'll just start with only one Savior, if someone else joins, I'm sure they can jump in if we haven't gone too far. Rose, you can just start of with your backstory and we'll connect the other two to you.]
 
Finally, after being alone and bullied all his life, he has power. Stepping up to the window of the tallest tower standing in the Fallen City, Quilen looks out upon his City.
 
It's been twenty years and the City is finally his. Before him, it was his father's and before him, it was his father's mentor. Everything is going to plan, he has the CIty, he controls the World through branches, he has his army-trained by him and only him, and he also has the only one suited for the position of his second in command; Forsyth Vanalyn.
 
Vanalyn is his best. She's the best of the best, a quick study to him which is why there's something about her that reminds him of a girl he grew up with. They were young, he and this girl. It was during his father's reign-he was 17 and she was a bit younger than him, but that's when they were trained to fight. She was a quick study, but she wasn't quicker than him. Sometimes when they were training solo, he'd help her grasp some of the moves.
 
Snapping out of his revere, but still looking out of the window, Quilen exhaled. "Cadet Jones," he calls out to the young man standing at attention behind him.
"Sir?" Jones replies.
"Fetch me Lieutenant Vanalyn, immediately" He continues to stare out the window as the sound of Jones' feet drift into nothing. The Prophecy forever lurking at the forfront of his mind. Yes, he needs to talk to Vanalyn now.

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CaliforniaDreaming replied...
Dec. 10, 2012 at 12:37 pm

Forsyth stepped lightly behind Cadet Jones in a pace that was confident but cool. Jones stepped away as they approached the room and she entered alone. " you wanted to see me Quilen?"

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 10, 2012 at 3:16 pm

Without turning around, Quilen peered out the window. "Vanalyn, tell me, what do you know about the Prophecy?" He turns to walk away from the window and over to his desk. He reaches into his drawer, pulling out a bottle of Whiskey and two glassess. He pours himself and her a glass. "Am I going insane?" He takes his glass and takes a seat in his chair.
 
Vanalyn, being his second in command knows a lot about him, at least he hopes she does. Though he is ruthless, her opinion and advice means the world to him nad he doesn't know why. Which ties her and brings him back to his memory of the girl he grew up with. Her opinion meant the world to him. At some point, he asked her the same question, Was he goning insane? And her reply was, "Insanity is for the great." That calmed him down immediately, she had that ability. Wonder what she would say if she was with him right now. He lost contact with her when his father died when he was 20.
 
"Am I going insane, Vanalyn? This Prophecy is killing me. Do you know about it?" He looks down at the book in front of him; the only book he kept after the rest were burned. He looks up at her, and for a moment, he curses himself for being this weak, open and most importantly vulnerable.

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CaliforniaDreaming replied...
Dec. 11, 2012 at 12:24 pm

She paused and carefully thought out what she was going to say. Forsyth Vanalyn could tell that Quilen was in a dark place, which reminded her of the prophecy made. "out of the darkness shall come two saviors" she enunciated carefully, making sure that in his time of need he wouldnt mistake her words as a put down. " but no, i dont think that your going insane." she paused. this could be the moment when she would be able to repeat what she had said so long ago 'insanity was for the great' but she couldnt. he was so much more than great to her. " those who are insane dont ponder their sanity, therefore, i dont believe you to be mentally unstable." she took a breath and awaitd his reaction. she was hoping that it would not reflect disapointment towards her statement. she only wanted him to get out of this slump that he was in, just as he had been so long ago.

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 11, 2012 at 3:50 pm

Quilen closes his eyes as her words sink in. "Those who are insane don't ponder their sanity." Could she be right? Of course, she's wrong, but very rarely. Behind his eyes, a memory plays.
 
"I'm going insane," he says as he and the girl lays on the ground.
"Insane, no. Stressed, yes." She turns to look at him and he sees the truth in her eyes.
"Why me?" He exerts a heavy sigh. "Why? Why..." 
 
That's when the memory ends, but his eyes snap open. It's been that long and he's missed her for so long. Why? Why did he miss her when...she...
 
"Vanalyn, tell me, how long have we known each other? Feels like eternity yet it feels so short." He stands up and stands in front of his desk. He wants to know the answer, yet he doesn't. "We need to find the ones that fit the prophecy, THEY NEED TO BE STOPPED." He changes the subject and a harness feels his voice.

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CaliforniaDreaming replied...
Dec. 13, 2012 at 12:13 pm

" Is this over a matter of trust issues or do you truly not know?" she let the words wash over him before she continued.
" We've known of each others existance since we have been three because our parents were friends. We didnt actually start to become civil human beings toward each other since we were 10 and we helped each others sneak out of school. Actually, you were the one trying to sneak out of the window. You kicked me in the shoulder and I shoved you out of anger... you fell a one story drop to the ground. I then got concerned and jumped out after you to make sure you were okay. After we were both out of school we realized that there was no way  back in, so we played hooky that day..." she gave a low laugh at the memory and continued on with her story,
"We became friends after that day... actually our parents were really happy about that. they'd been planning a way to make us like each for a long time...Because we had to start our training you see... so that you could take over after your father, and I after mine." she could see his difficulty registering all of his forgotten memories.
" I dont know why you dont remember anything of our childhood. maybe your father did it, maybe it was for some reason that they found it important.
out of curiosity though... where do your memories start?"

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 13, 2012 at 3:58 pm

"Seventeen," he reponds quickly, not even taking the time to let her question sit in. She's always had that affect on him since he can remember. "I don't remember much from before then, just snipets, and flashes. The school thing you spoke of, I have no recollection of it. I'd ask my mother what happened to my memory, but sadly she passed long 'fore I came into power. I remember she told me that was father wasn't the holiest of men and done some of the evilest things." He swallows and walks over to the coffee table in the center of the room.
 
"I never knew exactly what she meant, but later that night, I soon lost the desire to find out. All my memories before that is gone, I spent three hours with my father training and the day after, my early memories were gone. You, I never forgot your spirit, your face and name, yes, I have long forgotten." He clears his throat.
 
"Getting back to business; the Prophecy. I heard that there is a girl that fits what we are looking for. Perhaps we put together an army and go find her? Your thoughts?" he asks. Even after forgetting their long history together, he'd never make a move without Vanalyn's input. He didn't know where he'd be without her.

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AThornOfARose replied...
Dec. 15, 2012 at 3:41 pm

Spinning round and round, the sights of the world flashed passed her eyes effortlessly. The light would fade and the darkness rise, leaving a trail of the forlorn in its wake. She sighed, knowing what the darkness meant. It was almost like an atonement for the world's sins, or atleast that is what her grandmother had told her.
"Ceres!" cried a withered voice, but certainly not devoid of hope. 
"I'm coming, Gran!"
While her thoughts had been interrupted, she allowed her imagination to run rampant as she descending the spiraled steps. The house had gotten colder over the years, as the life drained out of the only family she had. Ceres never let it get her down though, it was a necessary part of life, it was unavoidable.
    The elder woman was snuggled into a knitted blanket of yellow. Her aged faced displaying wisdom and the lines of laughter. She looked upon her granddaughter with a concealed pride, for the eighteen years they hadlived together Ceres  had grown into a type of spectacle. Long brown waves flowed halfway down the girl's back.  Ivory skin bore large handsome greensih grey eyes. Delicate bone structure and skillful hands helped to make up the rest of  Rose Willowano's grandchild. Her nose was prominante among the rest of the family, slim and mostly straight. 
    Rose took Ceres' hand, "Ceres, there is something i need to tell you."
 

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 17, 2012 at 9:55 am

Quilen put together an army and he set out to find the girl. He got wind of a girl living in a small city just outside of his region. He sent a soldier to go find her, and when the soldier returned, it was true. A child of the Prophecy indeed lived there. The head out and they take out anyone that stands in their way. He refuses to let her help take down his city.
 
"Lieutenant Vanalyn, tell me, what information do we have on this girl besides where she lives?" he waits for an answer as cadet Jones comes to the forefront.
"Sir, her name is Ceres Willanow and she lives with her grandma, Rose." Jones bows his head.
"Cadet, I asked Vanalyn not you. Fall back." He pays no attention as Jones falls back into line. "Vanalyn, what do you know about Ceres Willanow?" He's angry now, he asked his friend yet a cadet had the nerve to answer.

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CaliforniaDreaming replied...
Dec. 17, 2012 at 12:25 pm

"Little is actually known about the girl in question. Her grandmother however.... she's another story. we have too many files to count...activist movements, violence records... the old lady was quite, well,  she wasnt exactly quiet in her youth. there is a picture here..." she handed the photo of Ceres to Quilen " she isnt bad looking at all. Actually she's kinda pretty... i dont really know what else to say other than the fact that her grandmother has pretty much kept her pretty sheltered..."

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Ttracey09 replied...
Dec. 17, 2012 at 1:51 pm

"Very well then. We'll take the grandmother as a Ward of the state and use her as leverage over the girl." Quilen says. The grandmother was a fighter, very interesting, maybe he could use her granddaughter as a asset instead of taking her as a threat. They continue to head toward Ceres.

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AThornOfARose replied...
Dec. 17, 2012 at 5:54 pm

" I don't understand." It was true Ceres thought her Gran to be slightly unstable, but even this was pushing that boundry.
 
"What do you mean you don't understand, it is simple really." 
Ceres partially glared at her gran. what did she know anyway? The woman had a history of violence tendencies and activist events, even so, that shouldn't have effected her "truth" telling.
"I can't believe you would lie to me! The only person I have less lets me live a lie!"
 
"there is no need for that cynical bitterness, You should be greatful I told you now and not in five years." Rose crossed her arms, nestling furhter into the covers.
 
"Gran, I-I don't think i can be this 'savior', I think something is wrong, I think they picked the wrong  person."
 
"Listen to me," Rose gripped Ceres' hands, " there was a reason you were in that prophecy. You will do great things, dear. I believein you."
 
Glancing down, Ceres folded her hands. IT was a lot to process and what if Gran was nuts? Would she be getting all worked up over nothing?  
No, she had to have faith in the woman who raised her. 
She moved up and sat next to Rose, settling down into the little "nest" that was froming.
"Gran?"
"Yes dearest." 
 
"What exactly am i supposed to do? Just wait?"
 
"Things have a way of working themselves out, there is no need to fret. We will just pause and when the times comes you will know what to do, until then, I will handle it all."
 
With her head lightly being supported by Rose's shoulder, Ceres looked up at her. The fierceness that once resided in her features had faded, and her resilience to the grips of death was waning ever so slighty. Ceres knew that her Gran was not on the threshhold of leaving her, but how long would that last? a low sigh filed out of her, Gran was the only family she had left, and she would do whatever it would take to protect her. 
 
The peace the pair had settled into was short lived. Within five or ten minuets of resting, a knock sounded from the other side of their wooden front door.
"Come in," Rose called from the chair. 
 
"Rose!" And elderly man with a kind face and tired eyes burst into the room. He worked nearer to the capital and was in a huff.  His hair was slightly disheaveed and his face florid. He scurried over to the side of the couch in which he could face them. 
 
"What's the matter Jonathon?" Rose sat up straighter adn her former intensity was radiating on her as a somber look graced her features. 
Ceres watched the interaction in confusion. What exactly was going on here?
"He's sending them after her."
There was a deadly silence that soon followed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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