"We expect the battle for humanity is about to begin. Within each uprising, a fake sene of safety will ignite in you, and unseen shadows will slip from doubt towards those who protect, and defend you. But let the thoughts slip away and remain calm. Stay close to fear. Only we can protect."
That was the first message to the public, announcing the growing rebellion by an unidentified group, one that possessed more power than the government truly believed. They had magic at their disposal, thus why such a small group could cause so much trouble. But that message wasn't the last.
"The rebels claim their brave new world is upon us. Do not be fooled by the chicanery in which they lay their claim. It is false, and their uprising will not succeed. You will place you trust in fear. You must."
The "rebels" were winning, of course, but why would the government admit to that? These creatures coming against them didn't belong in a world dominated by humans, yet there they were, and posing a threat, trying to save the human race from the tyranny it was controlled by.
"We are not interested in the possibility of defeat. Not within the silence of a deserted alley or the clamor of a crowded street. Fear cannot be vanquished, we cannot be destroyed. Fear will rise up again and control the masses, take back the power and crush the insurgent hoard. As war fades into the distant memories of enlightened pigs and open wounds, the rebels will begin to perish - one by one, they should. Feel the fear of dying young, not ignore the chance to scream. Lie awake at night in terror, admitting fear will return to glory and the story of the rebels who set out to conquer will end in blood."
This message was hinting at the beginnings of defeat, the government slowly weakening, but insisting that it would return once again.
"This is to be our final transmission. The rebels have defeated our illustrious armies. They have damaged our intention of ugly and defiant malevolence. All that we love and care for will sink into the abyss of a new dark age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the light of perverted science and rebellion. The whole root and heavy core will perish in starving captivity. You will never win your freedom. You cannot escape fear."
Not too long after this message, the government was overthrown, the rebels taking over. Instead of the long years of peace they expected, though, many small rebellions began, all being put down quickly, but still remaining loyal to the old ways. Now a new war is starting...
Side: (Fear or Rebels)
There will be violence and cursing. I will alow some people to play more than one character.
(Is it okay that I make one later?)
(That's perfectly fine.)
Name: Emily Browning
Appearance: Em has pale blonde hair that is usually pulled back into handlebars, falling just past her shoulder blades. Her eyes are cat-like and pale green in color, seeming to see almost everything around her. Her skin is lightly tanned, smooth over wiry but strong muscles. She's somewhat short, only about 5' 4" in height, with a light, athletic build.
Weapon: Throwing knives or a sniper rifle
Other: Rebel leader as well as a skin-changer
Name: Luce Harley
Appearance: Luce has dark purple-black hair in a somewhat emo hairstyle. His eyes are slanted and dangerous, black in color. His skin is pale, strong muscles rippling just beneath the surface. He's built somewhat ruggedly, just standing at 5' 11" in height.
Weapon: Crossbow or dagger
Other: Originally one of the rebels
(That should be perfectly fine, Patriot.)
((Can I join?))
(Of course you may.)
(About 17 - 25, I suppose.)
((Can I join?))
Name: Cole Wysse
Appearance: Black hair that reaches his electric blue eyes. Cole wears an army coat when he goes outside, inside he wears a black sweater and black jeans. He is 5'6" and looks scrawny but is quite strong.
Weapon: Cole can use anything, but he prefers to use a knife or a dagger of any sorts.
(Izuo, would you mind making him a bit older, please?)
(Yeah, sorry. I realized that after I posted it.))
((K, went back and edited it.))
(It's fine, it's fine. It's good now. XD)
May I join?
(Yep. I'm gonna go ahead and get us started off. bookworm, holly, and Patriot should have theirs up by tomorrow if I'm guessing right.)
Emily paces in the office, constantly glancing out over the disturbingly quiet city. "This isn't right. It's never this quiet," she mutters to herself, pausing in front of one of the windows and resting her hands on the railing as she leans forward, letting her jaguar take over just enough to see the city better.
Luce knew that about now, Emily would be in her office, looking down at the city. The fact that he had betrayed her still pained him, but it had to be done. Sure, she'd had the best intentions, but now... Things couldn't last forever. Peace above all.
Name: Rays (Pronounce Race) William
Age: Just turned 17
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown and semi curly, it hangs down in a long pixie cut that falls a bit over eye brows, brushes her ears and goes a bit lower than the naps of her neck. She usually has it tucked back under a navy blue military cap that has a black leather strap around the rim and a brass button in the middle of the left side of the cap, the brass button has the image of an eagle holding a rifle in it's left talon and an olive branch in it's right, underneath the image is engraved 'Peace Through Strength'. It's obviously an old hat, slightly faded and the leather is well worn and the button slightly tarnished.
Rays is a slight figure, she short and small, but is matured physically. She has a very slight figure with narrow shoulders and is rather thin. She is lightly muscled though and is strong for her size. She has very light brown skin that's lighter than her hair, her skin is striped with scars, some more noticeable than others.
Her eyes are a very dark brown with a hint of green in them. They are slightly almond shaped and have a sad look in them and an angry, dangerous look in them too. She has normal facial features for her race which is Slavic and Scandinavian.
Rays normally wears dark blue carpenter overalls that aren't the jean material, but are the workman's jump suits material, the overalls are old and slightly faded, especially around the knees where it's getting thread bare, plus the cuffs are frayed. She has a plain dark gray t-shirt with a rip in the collar to make it a v-neck and frayed sleeves. She has a black leather jacket that used to have sliver zippers along time agi, but the zipper on the pockets were ripped off in a fight along time ago and the zipper that zips the coat up is so tarnished you can't tell what color it used to be. The leather is well worn and faded because she rarely takes it off and it's a little cracked from being used all the time. Her shoes are a set of black beat up, slightly oversized sneakers that look pretty old.
Personality: Rays is a tomboy, a tough girl with a will iron. She hates being controlled and very feisty. She hates looking weak and so she refuses to show when she's hurt or upset. She bottles things up make sure no one knows and hides anything except her tough anger. She was raised in a bad situation so she doesn't really know love, even her oldest brother, AJ who's jacket she wears, wasn't loving, he was tough on her and yes helped her at times but wasn't really loving, she was generally ignored by her sister, Ricki, her other brother Blaze was also a person who was tough on her and didn't show love. So she's doesn't know what love is and considers it weak, thogh deep down she really wants it.
Bio: She grew up tough and violent her parents were either drunk and violent or ignored her and her siblings. He older brother, who's jacket she wears, was originally part of the rebels but after the government was over thrown he disappeared, she found his jacket while searching for him. Rays sister though turned the opposite direction and became a person for Fear, Rays hasn't talked to her in years. Her hat was her other brothers, he was killed during the first war. Rays fights for the Rebels because she dislikes being controlled and getting told what to do. She doesn't like being afraid.
Weapon: Two switchblades she keeps in the pockets of her jacket.
((Is she accepted?))
(She's good, Patriot.)
Rays squatted in the horrifyingly quiet streets, it was never this quiet an dthat made her nervous. Her hands were in her jacket pockets, gripping her knives tightly. She swallowed and looke dup at the building, Miss EMily would be up there now, she was the leader, though Rays didn't always do as she told, she was almost a loner rebel for her own group for rebels, but she fought for the rebels to defeat the fearful as she liked to call them.
Emily frowns slightly, turning on her heel and jogging down the stairs, walking out into the streets a few minutes later, her rifle slung over her shoulder, an assortment of throwing knives in her jacket. She pulls the radio from her belt, turning it on and tuning it to Fear's waves for the moment, just to listen to her former best friend's voice. Yet even that was silent. She shakes her head, tuning to her own groups station. "Has anyone seen some sign of the Fear sending Luce out against us? Their station's not givin' off anymore sound than these thrice da.mned streets."