First Fall of Crimson Snow

[ Prologue ]​

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October 13, 2045

Everything is chaotic, but then again… It seemed like it always had been like that ever since my father left us.

The Special Forces of the R.N.A (Republic of a New Age) are on the hunt for kids like me. Kids who possess odd, unhuman traits…Kids who have been “blessed” with strange abilities…I, for one, possess wings, bird wings. I got them because of the nuclear fall out when I was still in my mother’s womb. The Special Forces want to take us away from our families and friends; use us for their war efforts to expand and grow. It’s almost like a repeat in history… many years ago.

Mama has me in hiding. I can’t go outside, write letters… I’m not suppose to exist. But I think our efforts to keep me hidden from society are futile. Everyone in our community knows about the bird girl. It’s only time before we see the Special Forces at our front door. There’s no where for our family to run. We’re forced to stay here in the country. We can’t escape. We’re trapped. Oh Papa… I wish you were here.

~Kendra

October 30, 2045

My life is in shambles. What I feared has finally happened, but it’s much worse then I imagined it.

Mama, my little sister McKenzie, and I were setting the table, getting ready for dinner. The house was warm, and had a peaceful feeling to it. But Mama seemed far off and distant, like she knew something was going to happen. I didn’t know anything, and I didn’t bother her about it either. Then, we were about to eat, she suddenly took me into her arms and hugged me close. She told me that she loved me, and would always will. And no matter what happened tonight, I would be brave, and I would remember who I am.

I was confused. “What are you talking about, Mom?”

She didn’t have time to answer me.

The doors of our humble door were suddenly kicked down. Men dressed in uniforms stormed into our house with machine guns in hand. It was the Special Forces. McKenzie, who was only four years old, started to cry in fright. My mother shouted at them to leave, but one of the soldiers slapped her across the face, hard. The force made her collapse to the floor.

I went to go help her, cursing at the soldiers, but then they pointed a gun to my chest, another pointed a gun at my precious sister, and then they told me to stay put. So I stayed put.

Then another member of the Special Forces, who appeared to be higher rank, stepped to my mother. He forced her to stand up by her hair, and then spat at her. My stomach boiled in anger. No one was to treat my mother like this, but I was helpless. I couldn’t move.

My mother, my brave mother, kept her mouth shut, not even wincing in pain when the soldier still had her by her hair. The soldier let her drop to the floor, and then turned to me. Fear overwhelmed me so suddenly, I almost couldn’t stand. His eyes… they were full of hate.

“You're the bird girl, aren't you?”

Bird… they knew.

“Show your wings, bird!”

My wings were hidden under my shirt. It became a habit of mine to hide them. Now they told me to expose them. I stood my ground in front of the Special Forces. Something somebody would tell me was suicide.

"Cooperate with us and you won't see them get hurt.” They pushed the gun barrel to my sister’s head, and then pointed a gun at my mother’s temple. I had no choice. I had to expose my wings.

Before I uncovered my wings though, a soldier stepped behind me and ripped my shirt open. My wings suddenly unfurled with a snap. My wings were showing. Some of the soldiers gasped, others kept silent.

Finally, the one who was taking charge made my mother stand up. They made her start walking to the front door, along with my whimpering sister. I tried to follow them as well, but a gun barrel pressed to my chest told me to stay put again.

My mother looked over her shoulder, meeting my eyes. “I love you! I love you, Kendra!” They then pushed her out the door, along with my sister.

“I love you, Mom!” I shouted. “And I love you too McKenzie!”

I could hear them walking away from the house, but then it fell silent. Dead silent. Like the forest knew what was going to happen, and I did not. Suddenly, the sound of guns sounding off echoed through the woods where our house resided.

My breath caught in my throat. They shot them. They killed them!

There was no time for tears. I just screamed at the Special Force soldiers as they pushed me out of the house and into the frigid air. As soon as we got at least forty feet from my home, they forced my wings to fold together and tied them tightly with a thick rope that cut into my wings through my feathers. They then changed my hands together behind my back. I didn’t fight… I was numb with sudden grief. Then there was a sudden explosion behind me, and a wave of hot air that encircled me instantly. I turned and my eyes were wide in horror. They set the cottage on fire. It was burning to the ground.

Then my vision was blocked by a black cloth. They tied a blind fold over my eyes, and then forced me to march forward.

As I walked, I believed my life was suddenly over. Everything I ever knew… everything I ever loved… was gone.

But I remembered my mother’s words. I had to have hope. Something good was going to happen in these dark times… Something good has to happen.

~Kendra

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[RP Story Line]​

A kingdom called the RNA (Republic of a New Age) has expanded and grown quite a bit, but it’s still not satisfied with the way things are. They had to have complete power. They couldn’t develop genius weapons to carry out their plans, so… they decided to start scavenging for kids… Special kinds of kids to go on the front lines and win the war for them.

Those were the kids that weren’t even born were still inside their mother’s womb when the nuclear missile test failed. The so called nuclear missile also had some bizarre chemicals inside the mixture. After the test failed, the chemicals inside the missile scattered across the country and even spread to other countries. Some pregnant mothers were infected, some were not. The ones that were infected got better as soon as they had their children. The children who were born at that time had super natural things about them. Some of them were visible, some of them weren’t. Also, some pregnant mothers were infected after the fall out. Why? Because some of the water and food were contaminated with these chemicals.

Then a special squad in the RNA military, The Special Force, saw how they could use these children to their advantage. They could send them on the front lines and have them win their wars. But first, they had to be trained in their ways. Second, they had to be controlled. So some plans were enforced, and were passed by the government: All mutant children were to be handed over, or face the consequences. As you see in Kendra’s journal entry, her family faced the consequences. Also, to help gather these children, a hefty sum was placed upon them. Those who turned them over got great rewards.

So, once they capture these unique kids, they put them in heavily guarded camps. There, they are forced to train to fight, and some of them even have to undergo painful “experiments” for scientist to figure out their abilities. But it’s mostly torture and agony. Those who couldn’t survive were destroyed on the spot in various ways. Once they get through at least ten months in the camps or less, then a device is surgically installed in the back of their head. This device controls the child or teen and they have to do what ever they’re commanded to do. Before their time comes to this though, Kendra and six others escape the camp. Some of them go their separate ways, others might stay together. Nonetheless, the Special Force has a Stealth Force to go retrieve them. The Stealth Force is a group of normal kids who are trained in the ways of war. Some of them are barely eight years old.

But then there are those who oppose of this. They do everything possible to protect the gifted children, and to save them from the cruel treatment of the camps. Since the German army is out to destroy these kinds of people now, they’re in hiding in the woods. Nobody knows where they are except for them. They call themselves the Peaceful Warriors. But if the Stealth Squad, or the Special Forces gets a hold of one of the rebels… they could be experimented to get the same traits as the gifted kids…

So, after all that, just to sum everything up. The RNA are forcing special children to be part of their war. How will this be stopped? It’s up to you.

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[ Rules ]​

1. No Godmodding (All powerful mighty stuff, you know what I mean.)
2. Follow KHV RPing Rules
3. Try your best to keep things PG-ish since it's the rules and there's hopefully innocent minds still running around.
4. Be kind to others
5. PM me all the profiles
6. Put Crimson in your PM title layout so I know you read the rules.
7. No auto-killing! Get permission of character before thou killest. And no eternal life either peoples!
8. Make thy posts pretty-ful. Meaning at least five to eight GOOD sentences in each posts. Writer's Blocks are understandable, just don't make it a habit please.
9. I can add rules later if some things start getting out of hand. I AM ALMIGHTY! BAWHAHAHA! Well, not as almighty as the staff members... Ahem.
10. People can have up to FOUR characters, but you can’t have two in the Gifted Kids section. Only one for each user.
11. Try to use proper grammar. Capitalization and what not. Misspelled words are understandable.
12. Somewhere in you PM profile layout, write Red Rose so I know you read the rules
13. Use OOC’s to do off post talk, but don’t make a whole page just OOC talk. That would be so dreadfully boring. B| If you have a question, message the other character or message me.
14. Write in Third Person when posting in the RP

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[ Profile Layouts ]​

Special Kids​

The Special Force found where you lived and kidnapped you. Oh, and with your abilities, you can already know how to use one, but the others will be unlocked later. Try to not have them unlock all at once.

The One Who Pulls My Strings: (Username)
My Name Is: (A full name)
I Am: (Age. The youngest I will allow is eight years old. No younger than that.)
I’m a: (Male/Female)
This is What I See In Myself: (Personality)
This is My Story: (Just a brief bio. But you can make it long as well if you want)
I Look Like This: (Pictures. Anime pictures are preferred, but you don’t have to use one if you don’t wanna)
My Abilities Are: (Three abilities only, but don’t have them be so contrasting. Like the ability to control ice and fire. O.o Try to keep the abilities similar)
Extra Tibits About Me: (Maybe you can say your characters has cat whiskers, or dog ears, what ever you want. Cause each Special Kid has a mutant part. Or this could be used to say what you like to do, what you don’t like to do, whatever. XD)
My Theme Song Is: (Optional)

Peaceful Warriors​

You want this stupid war to stop. Why expand when you already have enough of what you need? Why does the army resort to kids fighting the war? They’re nothing but cowards! So you’re going to do everything you can to cause trouble to the Special Force and the Stealth Squad. But if you get caught, bad things will happen. Are you willing to take that risk?

I Listen To: (Username)
But I’m My Own Person: (Full Name of character)
My Gender Is: (Male/Female)
I Am Roughly Around: (Age, but the youngest is eight years old.)
I Have My Own Flare: (Personality)
A Little About Myself: (Brief bio, but can be long)
I Look Like This: (Anime pictures preferred, but you can choose to use different things if you want to)
I Have Some of My Own Skills: (Three natural abilities)
But Just in Case of Trouble: (Weapon. Can have two)
My Specialty in This Group Is: (Hunter, Scavenger, Spy, Scout, Herbalist, Cook, you get it)
Well, If You Must Know More About Me: (Extra stuffins)
I Have A Song I Like to Hum: (Theme song)

The Special Forces​

You’re the guys that are head of these mutant freak camps and also head of the Stealth Force. Sure, you can send the Stealth Force out to look for those stupid freaks, but you can also call the shots yourself and go hunt for them. Who knows, maybe you can find the Peaceful Warriors’ hideout… and kill them all so they won’t be an obstacle to you anymore. Perhaps even have fun torturing a few of their members...

The One Who Calls the Shots Is: (Username)
But I’m My Own Man: (Full name of character)
My Gender Is: (Male/Female)
I’m Not That Old, I’m: (Youngest I’m accepting in this is 18 years old)
Eh, I See Myself As: (Personality)
This is Mostly About Me: (Brief bio, but it can be long if you want to.)
I Look Good: (Anime picture is preferred, but you don’t have to use one if you don’t want to)
My Most Prized Position Is: (Weapon. Can have up to three)
I Can Also: (Normal abilities. Jump high, run a long time, manly muscles. XDD Can have up to three)
My Rank Is: (Spy, assassin, captain, scientist, you see where I’m going here? ^^)
A Little Bit More About Me: (Extra info)
My Theme Song Would Be: (Optional)

Stealth Squad​

Basically, to put it bluntly, some of you are brain washed teenagers. You think that these hideous kids should be taught a lesson for running off. And once you find them, you won’t show any mercy. Some of you, however, may start to see that this is wrong… The choice is up to you. And so that someone can tell you’re on the Stealth Squad, you have a tattoo of a skull placed somewhere on your body.

The One Who Controls Me Is: (Username)
But I Have My Own Name: (Full name of character)
My Gender Is: (Male/Female)
I’m About: (Age, but the youngest is 14 years old)
People Sometimes Look At Me Like This: (Personality)
These Are My Personal Files: (Brief bio, but can be long)
This is Me: (Anime pictures preferred, but you don’t have to use them)
My Partners Are/Is: (Up to three)
I Have Abilities: (Normal stuff, nothing supernatural. Up to three)
I’m Moving Up In My Squad: (New comber, second rank, first rank, you get it)
Some Extra Things: (Little extra things, maybe where your tattoo is)
My Song Is: (Theme song)

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[ Accepted Characters ]​

Special Kids:

1.
The One Who Pulls My Strings: Friendly_Heartless
My Name Is: Kendra Ann Nanitin
I Am: Seventeen Years Old
I’m a: Female
This is What I See In Myself: I am a calm teen, and I can tend to be very quiet. But when I have something to say, I’ll say it. I am tender hearted, and I don’t let myself get angry easily. But when I snap, watch out. I might bite your head off.
This is My Story: My dad left us when I was around fourteen. I don’t know where he went, and I don’t even want to know. Before all this chaos happened though, everything seemed happy in my family. I was free to run around with my wings spread out wide as I wanted them. But now, I have to keep them shut in. I have a free spirit, and I don’t like to keep my wings in. On my spare time, I like to watch the clouds outside, or sit in the woods and watch the world go by. I love rain, butterflies, colorful birds, clouds, and fancy stationary. I don’t really like closed-in spaces, fire, wilting plants, and to be alone.
I Look Like This: (http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx115/WhiteRosedKiller/Anime girls/Surprised.png)
My Abilities Are: The ability to control water, freeze things, and I can heal small wounds.
Extra Tibits About Me: I appear to be human, but I have bird wings.
My Theme Song Is: Break Me Down- RED

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3.
The One Who Pulls My Strings: Twilightblader
My Name Is: Seth Walker
I Am: 19
I’m a: Male
This is What I See In Myself: I always try to keep a calm and cool head but will do anything for my friends. I am a pretty lazy and carefree at times but I know when to be serious. I don't get angry easily but if I do get angry I become ruthless
This is My Story: I lived with my mother, father and older sister. Life was great until my 10th birthday. Soldiers from the RNA burst in my house and held all four of us down to the ground. Before my eyes, I saw my family shot and killed. I wish I could have done at least something to save them. They died because of me and my powers. Never again will I let anybody I care about die like that. I like to relax and enjoy the breezes of the outside
I Look Like This: http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Other Anime/Ri00.jpg
My Abilities Are: Can use three stages of energy manipulation: creation of weapons created by his energy, energy shields, and chargeable beams. All of this drains his own energy
Extra Tibits About Me: My eye color is an unnatural crimson red
My Theme Song Is: Emiya

4.
The One Who Pulls My Strings: Terra
My Name Is: Scott Grey
I Am: 18
I’m a: Male
This is What I See In Myself: People rarely see me, I come and go as I please and nobody seems to care. If people could describe me in a few words they would be, logical, stubborn, and quiet. I do care about those around me but I don't always show it. I think I have a weak spot for girls but...I don't have enough experience to tell whether or not it's true.
This is My Story: Both my parents were in the Special Forces. For a time I was raised to be an instrument of war. I was nothing more than an experiment to them. One day they left for an assignment for several months. During their absence I managed to escape from my "room" which was basically just four walls, a door, and an air conditioning unit. I don't think they survived their mission but their passing would be nothing more than two strangers having left my life. I see no point in conflict to gain power...too bad people like me have to fight to survive.
I Look Like This: http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q49/xxblack-hearted-rosexx/guy_evil.jpg
My Abilities Are: Telekinesis, freezing the motion of a substance(not freezing water into ice or something like that) to turn it solid, and short ranged teleportation.
Extra Tibits About Me: My hair is solid white, so I don't understand why I seem to blend in so well.
My Theme Song Is: Let Go - Soil

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8.
The One Who Pulls My Strings: Aura
My Name Is: Alyssia Kline
I Am: 17 years of age.
I’m a: Female.
This is What I See In Myself: I am a quiet, calm girl. I never raise my voice against anyone and I listen to orders quickly in fear of being treated badly again. When I speak, I talk very quietly and never look anybody in the eye. Although I am fairly negative because of my past, I know deep down I am strong, courageous and positive. I just need something to bring it all out.
This is My Story: For being different, my mother and father never loved me and physically abused me. Every day I was beaten, locked up and practically tortured by them. It was unbearable and I wanted to die. I lived a room with no bed and no window. All I saw around me were four walls that held so much agony and misery. Eventually, my parents gave me away to The Special Forces. At first, I felt as though I was saved, but I was terribly wrong. I have no memory of living a life as a person, only as a monster who was kept in solitude. I never knew what it was like to be loved and have people I can love in return.
I Look Like This: http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r77/vma_92/beautiful.jpg
My Abilities Are: Able to sense one’s presence, mind reading, and shockwaves.
Extra Tibits About Me: I have a small scar on the corner of my right eye and a fairly noticeable scar that goes around my bottom lip from when my father had punched me when I was 10. I also have a scar on my arm and stomach from when they had threatened me with a knife when I was 12.
My Theme Song Is: Facade - Disturbed

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10.

Peaceful Warriors:

I Listen To: Friendly_Heartless
But I’m My Own Person: Elsie Nicole Venn
My Gender Is: Female
I Am Roughly Around: Fifteen years old
I Have My Own Flare: People call me the motherly figure, and I guess that’s what I am. I’m very mature for my age, but that doesn’t mean I’m a stick in the mud. I try to look on the bright side of things, and smile all the time, even though these times are hard. I have my down days, but I try to not show it. Basically, I have an optimistic attitude about life, but I know when to keep my high spirits down to not make people mad at me. I hate angry people.
A Little About Myself: I lost track of my mom and dad when this crazy war started, and I stumbled across the Peaceful Warriors. This was just recently, but they took me in right away. It’s been my sanctuary ever since. And since they helped me, I’m returning the favor to help others in return. I take long walks in the woods. People say it’s dangerous, but I’m careful. I need to find my herbs after all. And plus, these long walks are helpful. Sometimes I run across the Stealth Squad and the Special Forces, but I’ve always got away from them.
I Look Like This:
I Have Some of My Own Skills: I have very quiet feet and can sneak around easily, I know how to use herbs to heal people, and I’m very flexible (Almost like a twisty straw).
But Just in Case of Trouble: A small revolver, but I don’t like to use guns. It seems to get the job done though.
My Specialty in This Group Is: Scout and Herbalist
Well, If You Must Know More About Me: I love to see the stars at night, and I love to watch fireflies. I hate war, and to be bound by harsh rules
I Have A Song I Like to Hum: Fairytale- Secret Garden

I Listen To: Friendly_Heartless
But I’m My Own Person: Rowan Summers
My Gender Is: Female
I Am Roughly Around: 29
I Have My Own Flare: Serious, rarely smiles but occasionally does. I'm always busy with things, but I will take the time to help a team member out.
A Little About Myself: Friends with Jethro, I'm the brains of the Peaceful Warriors, and plan everything out thoroughly. Like the machines, the food supply, and the rest of the facilities needs. That's all you need to know about me.
I Look Like This: http://i736.photobucket.com/albums/xx5/ErreAkikaze/AnnieSimeca.jpg
I Have Some of My Own Skills: Problem solver, inventor, and can get out of tight situations
But Just in Case of Trouble: Valdris and throwing daggers
My Specialty in This Group Is: Brains of the group, planner, Second Leader
Well, If You Must Know More About Me: N/A
I Have A Song I Like to Hum: N/A


I Listen To: Twilightblader
But I’m My Own Person: Drake River
My Gender Is: Male
I Am Roughly Around: 35
I Have My Own Flare: I may look like a tough and mean person, but I am a pretty kind guy. I get annoyed easily but I keep a cool mind most of the time. I have a deep hatred of the special forces but I always put my allies before myself
A Little About Myself: I lived a peaceful live with my daughter and wife but all that changed when the Special forces came. They came to take my daughter away, but I wouldn't let them. I fought as much as I could, not caring about my life until I fell unconscious. When I awoke my daughter was gone and my wife was on the floor dead. I joined the peace warriors to gain my revenge. This was a long time ago, I have been with the peace warriors for a pretty long time now.
I Look Like This: http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy113/Automatic_PWNage/Random Anime/prettyful.jpg
I Have Some of My Own Skills: I'm quick and stealthy, skilled at using weapons, and have good aim
But Just in Case of Trouble: A sword and a shotgun I keep on my back
My Specialty in This Group Is: Spy and fighter
Well, If You Must Know More About Me: Lost my left eye in battle. I sometimes play the ocarina
I Have A Song I Like to Hum: Tapion's theme

I Listen To: Aura
But I’m My Own Person: Fay Daniels
My Gender Is: Female
I Am Roughly Around: 21 years of age
I Have My Own Flare: I’m playful, yet serious. I have a slight habit of joking around with people a bit frequently, but when I know a situation is supposed to be taken seriously, I straighten up. I’m strong willed and headstrong. I prefer to take my own orders. I think before I act, even though it seems like I may act before thinking. I’m just quick to thinking.
A Little About Myself: I was raised in an orphanage. My parents didn’t want me since I was told they were very young when I was born. I was told that my mother was about 15 years old while my dad was 16 years of age. They couldn’t support me so they gave me away. The orphanage I grew up in only really took care of about 10 kids. It was pretty small. About half of the children were mutants, the other half, just normal humans. When the war broke out, my foster mother hid us all. When we were found, they separated us into two groups. One group, humans kids, other group, mutant kids. You can guess what happened next. My foster mother lost her life trying to protect us all. The group of human children found a way to escape and we all scattered. While, running, I stumbled upon the Peaceful Warriors. At first, I was afraid they were going to kill me, but they quickly took me in and cleaned me up. It has been my home ever since and I am grateful to them.
I Look Like This: http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r77/vma_92/animewarrior-1.jpg
I Have Some of My Own Skills: Stealth, quick reflexes and combat.
But Just in Case of Trouble: A sword I carry on my back and a magnum gun.
My Specialty in This Group Is: Scout and fighter.
Well, If You Must Know More About Me: I can sometimes lose my temper so watch out.
I Have A Song I Like to Hum: Burn My Dread – Shoji Meguro

Special Forces:

The One Who Calls the Shots Is: Friendly_Heartless
But I’m My Own Woman: Shelby or Shelly Renin
My Gender Is: Female
I’m Not That Old, I’m: Twenty-five years old
Eh, I See Myself As: A blank sheet of paper who’s emotionless, but I’m really not like that. I can be cruel when I want to be, and I can be frightening if I want to. Some people say I have a heart of stone, and maybe that’s true.
This is Mostly About Me: I’ve been in the Special Forces ever since I was eighteen years old. Since I’ve shown what a good warrior I can be, I got second in command in the Stealth Squad. They want me to teach these kids how to really fight and not show any mercy what so ever when confronting the enemy. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do my own hunting on my spare time. I hate mutant kids. But getting them under our control is very useful indeed.
I Look Good: http://i773.photobucket.com/albums/yy19/Animemusicemofreak/Anime/Girl/Blonde Hair/_ffxii_.jpg
My Most Prized Possession(s): Sniper, 22 revolver hand gun, and a nice throwing dagger
I Can Also: Run long distances, climb trees and steep hills rather quickly, and I know a little hand to hand combat
My Rank Is: Second in command of the Stealth Force
A Little Bit More About Me: I like a good cup of coffee in the morning, and I love to get in the action of things.
My Theme Song Would Be: Just Like You- Three Days Grace

The One Who Calls the Shots Is: Terra
But I’m My Own Man: Luke Ronan
My Gender Is: Male
I’m Not That Old, I’m: Twenty-Five
Eh, I See Myself As: Talkative, a bit overconfident, and a hell of a good hunter. My work is my life and I don't let things get in my way. If something stands in front of me I tear it down with extreme prejudice. Others might be afraid of me, they call me violent, they think I make too much of a mess. Well, they're right. War is a dirty business and someone has to do it. It's not a place for the weak.
This is Mostly About Me: I can't remember life before entering the Special Forces, maybe I've been having too much fun. Only one kid has ever escaped from me and lived. What was his name...? Whatever. I've spent most my days either honing my killing ability or hunting down those freaks. There's not much else to say about me.
I Look Good: http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm50/Dangerous_Girl_Who_Kills/9dudetyler1.jpg
My Most Prized Position Is: A machete, .45 pistol, and an assault rifle.
I Can Also: Talented close quarters fighter, physically very strong, acrobatic.
My Rank Is: A Grunt(basically a soldier trained to kill).
A Little Bit More About Me: Nothing you need to know.
My Theme Song Would Be: I Stand Alone - Godsmack



Stealth Squad:

The One Who Controls Me Is: Friendly_Heartless
But I Have My Own Name: Clay Collins
My Gender Is: Male
I’m about: 19 Years Old
People Sometimes Look At Me Like This: Serious, a puppet of the Special Forces, loyal to my commrades and to the RNA
These Are My Personal Files: I joined the Special Forces when I was 16. They put me on the Stealth Squade though, which is fine with me. I can get the job done, and put those mutant freaks in order. My father's the one who trained me how to use a handgun correctly, and how to track. I never knew my mother, but who cares. I'm just here to restore order after all. There's nothing else anyone needs to know about me.
This is Me: http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t297/Holly_2weet4u2_/thzerour2.jpg
My Partners Are/Is: Colt .45 ACP Handgun, gernades, and small bombs
I Have Abilities: I can sneak up on enemies and targets easily, set up traps, and can go for long periods of time without food or water
I’m Moving Up In My Squad: First rank
Some Extra Things: My tatoo is on the left side of my face, and it snakes down my neck into my shirt. I know how to make my own bombs as well. Many of them having their own characteristics and features.
My Song Is: Burning Bridges- Seventh Day Slumber



The One Who Controls Me Is: Random Angel
But I Have My Own Name: Ren Black
My Gender Is: Female
I’m about: 19
People Sometimes Look At Me Like This: An empty shell; emotionless. I only speak when spoken to expect on those special occasions or when curious. I am loyal and never hesitant. Never....until I had to kill a small child. Since then I have began to question our ways, never outloud so people do not know of this. They all still think I am the RNA's dog and maybe I always will be. There's only a slight chance of me changing anyway...
These Are My Personal Files: All the family I know is the sciensts and soilders that were and charge of me, and they weren't the very nice, loving bunch. If I have blood family out there I do not know of them. 'Father' is a mysterious low rank scientist but he has connections and a dark aura. I was located at his base with the task of catching these 'blessed' childern from the city but I have been replaced. Now it is my job to hunt down those who ran away. I may be treated and acting like a newbie there but I have been training and hunting since I could walk.
This is Me: I think I wish to draw a pic. In the mean time I shall give a describtion: an over-sized white jacket and fake fur at the end of the cuffs, pale blue jeans that are torn around the kness, pale white skin, green eyes, and raven black hair.
My Partners Are/Is: A combat knife in each boot, two tiny blads in her sleeves when she wears a jacket, and two longer blades on her back.
I Have Abilities: Surivial in wilderness, hand to hand combat (perfers knifes over guns any day) and more endurance than strength. (not good at the quick kill when in a serious fight but she'd sure can outlast and outrun most.)
I’m Moving Up In My Squad: Scout
Some Extra Things: Other than her skull tatoo (lower back) she has a red rose tatoo on her shoulder blade with its pedtals extending from her back to chest. (the pedtals were made look like they are flying away with some red thin lines around them.)
My Song Is: Evil Has Never Loved You

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I wonder who will join... >>

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[ UPDATE ]

Alrighty! We're getting filled up here, but there's not enough bad guys, so give me some time to conjure some up on the spot so the RP can be interesting. Thanks for your patience!

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OOC: We are starting now! We have enough characters, but not enough bad guys. I'll manage with the characters I have now, but don't be mad if I suddenly add in a bad guy. Good guys can't overrule the RP. That'll make it boring, and there will be too much emotional drama. Trust me. Same goes with bad guys taking over the RP. Be patient with me, and I'll do the best I can to help make it interesting. But I need your help too. Have fun!

Quick Description of your surroundings: The base where are the Special Kids are is on the edge of a large forest. There are many trees, hills, rivers, and thickets within the forest. The Peaceful Warriors are hidden somewhere within the forest. Why won't the Special Forces burn it down? Or scout out the Peaceful Warriors location in the air? One, the fire would get out of hand and spread to the main city of the RNA since the forest is so vast. Two, aircrafts can't fly over the forest. The GPS system gets screwed up, and its hard to control the crafts over the forest. Why? The scientist haven't figure it out yet. Only radios work and computers up to an extent. So there. One can also get easily lost in it if they don't know their way around. Yup. There you go. Oh, and it's raining in the forest right now. So it's kinda cold.

BIC:

The alarming rang through her head as she was slowly coming to. Her head was throbbing, making her growl in irritation. 'What happened exactly...? Someone turn that stupid alarm off...' The woman's eyes suddenly snapped open as she realized what just happened. Everything flooded back to her now. She was knocked out, but one of those... those freaks. That alarm? It meant they were on the loose. How many? The woman, who was named Shelby, hoped not very many. Shelby hissed as she clutched her head and forced herself to stand up. There was no time to baby her injuries. "Those stupid brats..."

Shelby's eyes flashed over the monitors. She could see Special Forces members and Stealth Squad soldiers forcing the mutants who werent' so fortunate to escape back inside their cages and cells. Good. At least all of them didn't escape. Shelby then walked over to the alarm button and turned it off. Everyone already knew that mutants escaped, no sense in letting the alarm keep ringing and ringing. The people at this camp knew the drill. They were on a lock down.

The woman then walked over to the other monitors and typed in the password to check the status of the camp. 'Six of them escaped...' Shelby grabbed the closest radio and turned it on. "This is Second Commander Renin. Report your positions and status."

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Clay was on the edge of the forest, looking for clues of where the six mutants disappeared to. The freezing rain dripped off of his clothes, but he didn't care. He had a job to do. They couldn't hide for long, he knew that. They didn't know how to survive out in the forest. But he knew even though they would be starving and dehydrated, the "Specail Kids" wouldn't come back so willing. They were only to capture them, not kill them. Meaning they could possibly get away with maming them...

Clay heard a voice on his radio and unclipped it from his belt. He brought it up to his mouth and clicked it on. "Clay Collins, First Rank of Stealth Squad. Position 32.4 East, 54.2 North. No sign of the escapees yet, Ma'mam."

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Kendra broke through the bushes and stumbled to a stop. She was soaking wet, tired, and slowly getting past the panic stage. Kendra took in deep breaths, coughing quietly from the cold air and from running so fast without stopping. She felt her heart skipping in her chest, and put a hand over it, willing for it to slow down. But it couldn't. She barely made it out of the camp... along with some other kids.

Kendra looked over her shoulder to see if they were still following her or not. Once they broke free, it was everyone for themselves. Everything was too chaotic to keep track of specific events. They were shot at, and even pursued for a while. It looked like they lost the Special Forces and the Stealth Squad... for now.

 

can i reserve purple as i develop my character?

 

OOC:

Sure, no problem. ^^

 

Rita ran as hard as she could, she didn't look back, not to that dreadful place.
She was drenched to her bones, shivering she kept on running, The adreniline had stopped soon after the escape and she was running off of fear now.
She made her way past countless trees and bushes untill she finally came to a stop. Exhausted, she looked around her, no one else was around, taking deep breathes she tried to listen to her surroundings, she could hear panting comming from somewhere to the north. Without really thinking she headed towards the noise, not caring wether it was a Friend or a Foe, she needed company.

 

Stephen let out a hiss as he hid behind a tree. If he didn't make it out tonight, he was dead, and that definitely was not high on his "To-Do" list. He listened carefully for noise and cursed himself for not having learned to tune into his animal instinct yet. Searchlights were everywhere. He frowned and let out a little growl of frustration, then used his teeth to take off his gloves. No way they're gonna overlook this tomorrow... he thought, then used his claws to dig into the tree and climb up it. He sighed as he crouched on a branch. "Why did you lot have to make it so damn difficult?" he whispered, then jumped to the next tree and into the dark forest.

Kip sighed as she reclined in a tree branch. It was a slow night tonight; no runaways, no Special Forces...just a nice quiet night. Hopefully it lasted. She liked breaks every now and again.

 

Just keep on running...don't stop...now is your chance...no screwing up All theses and more were raging on in Seth's mind as he ran. Where was he running to? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he must get as far away from the place he considered hell. As he ran he kept an eye out for any special forces or stealth squad members ready to fight untill he died, he would not allow them to bring him back to that place. Once he thought he got far enough he stopped running to take a break. Seth looked up at the sky and smiled "the cold wind...it feels nice" Seth said

 

Kendra felt her heart jump in her throat when she heard someone crash through the bushes not too far away from her. Who was it? Was it who she feared? She saw a guy right there... 'He's one of me...' Kendra thought. At least she knew that someone made it out alright. Kendra took in a deep breath to ease her breathing and stood up straight. She might as well make friends. "Hey, you're from the mutant camp like me, huh?" Kendra heard someone walking towards them and turned around to see who was it this time. This was so freaky, so scary. Kendra squinted her eyes to see in the darkness... It was a girl, another one like Kendra. 'How many got out...?'

 

Rita got closer to the panting untill she found another girl, and a boy,they were also 'special' sighing with relief she walked over to the girl. "H-hey d-do you know how many of us got o-out?" She asked, her teeth chattering from being so wet.

 

Upon hearing someone approach him, Seth's hand began to glow and a sword appeared in his hand. He turned around and pointed it straight at Kendra. Once he noticed that it was a mutant he instantly lowered his sword "yeah I'm from the mutant camp" Seth said looking at her with his crimson eyes still holding his sword. He still had to be cautious

 

After jumping around trees for a good twenty minutes, Stephen dropped from the tree, breathing hard half from the exercise and half from exhileration. He glanced up with his good eye and saw several dark shapes ahead. He pulled on his gloves and half-smiled as he walked closer and noticed that they were people. "So, are you guys like me? If you're not, then shoot me right here. Nothing you could do could make me go back."

 

The One Who Pulls My Strings: Shadox D.

My Name Is: Sinder

I Am: 15

I’m a: Female

This is What I See In Myself: Keeps to self and quiet most of time. Does not trust quickly. Loves to joke and mess around with friends and trusted ones. Can be ruthless and valiant in battle. Has a caring side somewhere.

This is My Story: “I loved with my father in a little cottage that resided in the forest. My mother died giving birth to me. Before They could get their hands on me, my father took me away into hiding. I was little when they came for me, about five years old. My father tried to hold them off as long as he could when the door was bust open. I escaped into the night only to hear the gunshots that killed my father. This is when I learned my first power; invisibility. With this power I can hide from Them.â€

I Look Like This: Brown, long-layered hair that goes down to mid back in the back and chest length in the front. Bangs are about chin-length. Has one purple streak on right bang. Is about 5'2â€, slightly tanned skin, and purple eyes. When she is alone in the forest she wears a black tank top with purple shorts or a skirt and purple and black stripes socks. When she goes to the cities she goes at night in a black tank top, purple pants, black combat boots, a long trench coat, and hazel eye contacts.

My Abilities Are: Turning into a purple and black dragon with four horns and a blade on tail (will come later), Darkness-Which includes: Shadow-can disappear and reappear, Coffin- uses Darkness to grab onto and crush enemies, Dark Fire- black and purple fire, and Fog- summons a cloud of darkness to blind enemies (will come later also), and can turn self and nearby objects invisible.

Extra Tid bits About Me: Has dragon wings, clawed hands, and dragon legs. Has great jumping and stealth ability. Was not given a middle and last name. Loves music. Plays the violin and has one that is purple. Is strongest at full moons. After she gains control of her dragon form she can control which body parts are human and which aren't. Hates to be called 'short', likes to call self 'fun-size'. Sometimes sneaks into villages or towns to get food and whatnot. Her violin has special powers and can be used as a weapon, she can also summon it whenever she wants.

My Theme Song Is:
Not in dragon form: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KbMjkvGmd0
In dragon form: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGLGxjXYuKI&feature=related

 

OOC: Goober, read the rules first. XD

BIC:

Shelby sighed out and looked at the radio. Well, at least they were on the job now. She really didn't care for her comrade's rudeness, just as long as the job got done, that's all that mattered to her. Things seemed to be organized at the camp, so it meant that she could probably go out looking for them in the forest. "I told them not to put the base by the forest," Shelby grumbled. "Too late now."

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Clay checked the ground carefully, trying to find clues that weren't washed away by the rain yet. They either planned it perfectly, or it was just by chance it was raining when the freaks decided to escape. Clay pushed the wet the wet leaves out of way, looking closely at the bushes. He almost smirked when he found a piece of cloth, probably from a shirt. It looked freshly torn. "Bingo..." Clay pushed further into the trees, picking up the piece of cloth. When he looked forward, he could see an almost faded path leading into the forest. It was made in a hurry... Which meant only a few things. "Here I come, kiddies..."

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Kendra looked at the three that had come together in the small clearing. So many questions, so many things happening at once. But they were out. Thank goodenss for that. "Let's see... looks like four of us got out so far. I'm also from the camp... I'm one of the Special Kids, just like you guys." She hoped anyways that they were telling the truth. If not... Kendra slowly spread her wings out to show them. "See...?" Feeling a little self concious about them, she tucked them back into her shirt and laid them flat against her back. She then shivered and hugged herself. Cold and wet... how miserable. 'Not like that one place though.' Kendra straightened and looked back behind her hesitantly, forgetting about being cold and wet for a moment. How long until they found them? "We should keep moving, if this is all that made it out."

OOC: Heeeeey! No posting yet! >< Read AAAAALL the rules. DX

 

Seth nodded "that right we have to keep moving. We should stick together so we can counter any special forces or stealth squad members. Once we get out of her we can choose to stick together or go our separate ways" Seth said looking at the three with his crimson eyes and was ready to move when they did

 

Sat in a small library, well, it was more a collection of books, Leon read through his latest edition. It was a novel of war from the Cold War. He laughed at how similar these stories where to the situation of the freaks, although, the spies of the story lacked supernatural abilities. In his other hand he had a glass of wine he would occasionally put down on a small table to turn the page. This meant he held the book with one hand and at a lounged position range.
To some it would appear he was slacking off, instead he was simply waiting for a report to arrive while he would usually do this for soaking up his free time in the short hours he was allowed.

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In the forest Jonah was performing tracking duties as ordered by Leon. As he followed a trail of foot stomped grass he came across a trail that wasn't like someone escaping but someone examining the area. Another tracker, probably from the same unit. Jonah decided to follow the already followed path in hopes of an entertaining outcome. Hopefully, he could share the entertainment of screaming freaks as they cease to breathe with whoever was ahead of him.

 

Sinder found the other 'special' kids and lept down from a tree. Her wings glinted in the rain. She was drenched but it didn't bother her, when you live in the forest for almost your whole life you get used to the cold. "You guys are special kids too eh?" she said to all of them. "Listen, if you all want to get out of here alive you'll have to come with me. Trust me, I don't think you want to go back there. I have a hideaway deep in the forest." She motioned them to come with her into the forest. Being killed was the last thing she wanted for either of them.

 

Stephen looked at Sinder skeptically. "And why should we trust you? You're comin' in awfully fast and expecting an awful lot," he said, clenching his hands into fists and tensing. "And if you really are one of us, I don't think you'd be too quick to trust either."

 

Sinder turned from them and shrugged her shoulders, "Fine, die out here. I'm just trying to help my own." With that she flew back up in the tree and hung upside down, "If you don't want to be cold, wet, and have fear of being hunted down, then come with me. If you don't trust me then fine, I'll go away to leave you to your business."

 

Kendra was lost. Someone just appeared out of the blue, but she wasn't from the camp... And this other kid wasn't willing to trust anybody. Kendra breathed out, slumping her shoulders. "Oh boy..." She just wanted to lie down somewhere and go to sleep, and back to the times when life wasn't so complicated. Life in hiding with her mother and her little sister... Those days were gone though. Here was reality... They were running for their freedom, and their sanity. Kendra looked up at Sinder, eyes filled with confusion. Should she really, trust or not...? The people she trusted in the past led her to where she was now. 'Maybe that kid is right... I'm too trusting.'

Clay lightly walked over the forest floor, barely making a noise. He could hear voices some distance off. That was a good sign. 'They sure are noisy...' In the corner of his eye, Clay could see a tree moving in an unusal way. Sensing someone close by, Clay ducked down into the bushes, and into the shadows. It was one of the kids... He was walking towards the group. Clay watched carefully from where he was at, carefully planning out his next move in his head. 'They didn't make it very far...'