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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:08 pm
1. Introduction
2. Story Background
3. Character Profiles
4. Reserved
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:54 pm
1. Introduction
This is a role play created for the purpose of teaching and learning. Please do not post here unless you are either Lady Capri or Spawn of Enmity :3 Thank you, your consideration is very much appreciated.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:56 pm
2. Story Background
It began with steroids.
Scientific technology used to enhance the human body beyond physical limitations. There was absolutely nothing wrong with using science in such a way. By learning how to make muscles stronger, faster, and more durable, diseases could be cured! Polio victims could be healed; the crippled and lame could walk and function normally. Absolutely nothing wrong.
Plastic surgery.
Scientific technology used to perfect nature’s mistakes. There was absolutely nothing wrong with using science in such a way. By correcting the physical faults people found with themselves, victims of severe burns or birth defects could be healed; mankind would stride across the earth with more confidence. Absolutely nothing wrong.
Until Serum 24L was developed.
Combining state of the art equipment and leading scientific minds, the government was able to concoct an antidote to all of life’s aliments. Cripples walked, the deaf could hear, burned tissue resurrected themselves and healed…but healing was not all this medicine was capable of. Partakers of this liquid substance found themselves able to run for miles without feeling faint, their muscles strong enough to obliterate concrete blocks with a single blow…and, they became beautiful.
Flabby human bodies became that of fantasy with voluptuous females and muscled men…like elves and vampires…storybook characters come to life.
The serum was not released to a great majority of the people however, only to some hundred test subjects. Luckily so, because after a few months of bliss, the serum began to have negative side effects.
While enhancing each subject physically in every way possible…their minds began to deteriorate. Memory loss as well as common sense and intelligence became apparent in all those victimized to Serum 24L. Until eventually…they became the perfect portrayal of zombies. However…their brains functioned just enough for them to be able to accept and carry out orders.
And so, Serum 24L became a biological weapon.
However, in attempting to formulate an antidote for Serum 24L, scientists noticed that some of the test subjects began to evolve. Rather than regaining their typical mental capabilities, the supernatural beings…were no longer themselves. Addressing themselves by new names, convinced that they were separate entities from those they had formerly been prior to the serum, the beings displayed not only excelled physical structures…but intelligence as well.
It was not long until the monsters were able to escape from their laboratory environment, invading civilization…with the intent of taking it over. They were superior beings after all, in strength, beauty, and intellect. Why should they be the ones condemned and not deserving to live? Why should they not be the masters over the pitiable humans…who were so weak, ugly, and dumb.
And so, mankind must pay for interfering with Mother Nature’s creations.
Within the United States, from where all the madness spawned…defensive maneuvers are being put into affect by all states. One in particular however, has just recently been enacted by the Central Government: Project Salvation. In this pilot plan, New York State has been divided into four sections, the North, East, South, and West. A group of elite fighters have been summoned to defend their country, each person given the opportunity to receive physical and mental enhancements with the same technology that created the vampire-like monsters in the first place. Each sector has been given to a pair of these elite, “PS Slayers.” Working in only pairs…perhaps three if the team is lucky, their mission is simple: Eliminate the test subjects, otherwise known as Vampires…because the only way they can survive is by a constant supply warm blood and flesh.
Though, some of these contenders may not need the physical and mental an improvement available to them…for each one, the government knows well enough…has already been endowed with special abilities. Perhaps flight, empathy, the ability to control fire…anything.
Some say, it is rumored, that Serum 24L was initially created in order to form biological weapons for the government to defend itself against such gifted beings…should they ever manifest their fears of rebellion.
Nevertheless…despite the prejudices and the suspicions, the world must unite in order to stop this mistreatment of science…or else all of mankind could end up enslaved.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:57 pm
3. Character Profiles Player ID: Spawn of Enmity
Name: Skyeles Caelizer; he prefers Skyel and/or Sky
Callsign: Pyro
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 136lbs
Eye Color: Pale blue; he wears silver contacts.
Hair Color: Currently has silver hair, though his natural color is a very pale blonde.
Blood Type: A+
Nationality/Ethnic Origin: Caucasian with some English blood thrown in there.
Birthdate: August 8
Appearance Description: Silver, chin length bangs never obscure pale features. Silver eyes, a noble nose, and smirking lips make up his “pretty boy” face, of which he keeps flawless through hours of pampering. Wrapping around his forehead is a simple, but elegant golden circlet, the same a prince might wear.
Thin for a man of his height, Skyeles is lanky and unable to perform heavy manual labor due to his lack of muscles. Adorning himself simply but neatly, Skyeles wears a black, turtleneck shirt with the sleeves falling just past his elbows. Crimson cargo pants cloth his lower half with innumerable pockets sown on each leg. Completing his attire with simple ebony boots, he often wears his oval spectacles hanging around his neck by a black cord, rather than on his face like he should.
Personality Description: Known for his innuendo laced remarks, playful teasing, and occasional good-humored sucking up, Skyeles is everyone’s favorite pyromaniac. Preferring to express himself through actions rather than words, he is very physical. He is also very extreme in his emotions, either exuberant or utterly depressed. Otherwise, he remains apathetic.
He is very trusting and familiar with people, even strangers. His pride is something to be reckoned with, a trait that pushes him beyond the limit. He is one that does not take a vow or promise lightly. Skyeles is outgoing and a risk-taker. He is not one to keep secrets about himself, though he is perfectly apt to spill a heartbroken soul to. Skyeles is a bit of a metrosexual in that he honestly does care about the way he looks on the outside.
Background: Skyeles had the ideal, perfect, nuclear family. Loving parents, loving siblings…shattered. A horrible misunderstanding estranged Skyeles from his family at the age of sixteen, leaving him bitter, spiteful, and basically…emo. Living on his own about two years, he eventually ran out of money to continue his current lifestyle and so, decided to join the military. There, he began to realize just how much of a disappointment he had become. His mother would have never approved.
And so, volunteering to participate in the pilot Project Salvation and becoming one of the first PS Slayers, he began his new life at the age of twenty-one. Known for his sluggish and lackadaisical attitude, some have ordered that he be replaced with someone who would take their job more seriously. Few would dare allow themselves to be partnered with him, simply because of shame through association, jeopardizing the whole idea of working in partners.
Though he has yet to be replaced…possibly because of the strength the government knows he possesses, and they cannot afford to lose such power this early in the war against the Vampires. Perhaps once they find a replacement however, his position may not be so secure.Player ID: Ladi Capri Name: Laya Kin Callsign: N/A Age: 23 Sex: Female Height: 5’4” Weight: 126 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red, Curly Blood Type: O Nationality: African American & Caucasian Birthdate: January 13 Appearance Description: Laya is a very petite woman, her facial features, hands, feet and everything in-between. The most unexpected thing about her is her fire red hair, bright green eyes and the dusting of freckles across the bridge of her tiny nose. Her hair is usually snatched back into a ponytail and out of her way while she works. Many have been surprised at her physical strength despite her frail appearance due to an unexplained need to prove herself to her father and four brothers. She enjoys pampering herself and taking care of her mind and body. Personality Description: Laya is a woman with a strong mind, feelings, views and somewhat of a day-dreamer. She lets her emotions freely rule her but manages to maintain a clear mind and control over them. She works hard, speaks her mind and is not afraid to use her feminine wiles to get things done. Background: Laya is the third child between four brothers and could not have been born to more loving or accepting parents. She never wanted for a love, place to belong or an outlet for who she was. Coming from such a strong and vocal familial foundation it was no surprise her and her brothers wanted to defend their right to live. To fight off yet another of their governments mistakes. Two years ago she volunteered with Project Salvation in the hopes of making a difference, driven and ready to take on the world. Unfortunately for her she was no given Serum 24L and is solely focused and proving she can fight the fight without it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:55 pm
There was a woman’s blood-curling scream…and then silence.
Kneeling beside the lifeless body, the pyromaniac investigated the scene of the crime with apathetic eyes, lips set in a grim line. Whatever vampire had done this…he had been desperate for food. He was also intelligent, knowing to flee at the sound of oncoming footsteps. Desperate, hungry, and intelligent…the PS Slayer’s favorite type to deal with.
Silver eyes observed the gaping hole within the young woman’s neck, the vampire having taken a hefty bite out of the victim. Without any more evidence, the mock-prince could already see how the events had played themselves out. Mister Vampire had taken Miss Victim out for a date and at the conclusion, asked to go for a walk along the East River. Miss Victim, being completely enchanted by Mister Vampire, agreed. On their little rendezvous, when they were in private, the heat turned up a bit. Miss Victim thought all Mister Vampire wanted was to kiss her neck…what she received was a fatal love-bite.
It sounded like a cheesy paperback novel.
Pausing in his detective work, the silver-haired Slayer suddenly frowned, having remembered his conversation with his superior just that morning. He had been ordered to remain in East River Park to wait for his new partner…though how could he be expected to simply stand by?
“You were supposed to remain stationary until you met your new partner!”
Skyeles sighed, his half-lidded eyes glancing at his district leader, DKay. Mentally scoffing, the pyromaniac looked the other up and down, noticing his all black attire and lanky build. He could take on DKay if he wanted to. “So you get pissed when I don’t do my job…and even more pissed when I do.”
“No.” Replied the white haired district leader curtly, standing up with hands curled into fists at his sides. “I get frustrated when you fail to follow simple instructions.”
Resisting the urge to roll his silver eyes, Skyeles remained seated at the rectangular conference table, watching while the other occupant of the room began sluggishly pacing. “So this is the part where we kiss and make up?”
A single, visible blue eye turned to stare at the crimson adorned other, pale lips set in a grim line. “Report to East River Park. Your partner will meet you there.”
Raising a delicate brow, the silver-eyed Slayer inquired with an incredulous lilt in his tone. “I don’t even get to know his name? Or even if it is a him or her?”
“You like surprises don’t you, Caelizer? You’ll find out soon enough.”
Working with a partner he knew absolutely nothing about. Hmph. What did DKay expect him to do? Welcome this person with open arms and act like best friends? As if.
Eyes glancing heavenward, the mock-prince finally realized how dark it was becoming. Sunset would end in just an hour, encompassing New York in darkness…allowing children’s nightmares and the monsters to run rampant. He had to find his partner and get home as soon as possible…he just was not up for hunting tonight.
Surveying his surroundings, as crimson adorned Slayer debated on how best to get rid of the body. He was surrounded by foliage of trees, not dense enough to make his location invisible or secluded…but enough to give privacy from eyes not looking. Slightly straying from the main walkway, the pyromaniac was grateful that no one had decided to go on an afternoon jog around the park and nearby lake.
Then again, not many people chose to go out at night anymore. Although the government kept the Vampires and Project Salvation rather “hush-hush,” the people of the United States had all been alerted of a rise in criminal activity and cautioned not to stay out after dark. Schools were being forced to cut down extracurricular activities that extended for late hours and stores’ closing times had been raised, at least, to hours such as eight or nine in the afternoon.
Slayers were expected to obliterate evidence of vampire killings whenever possible…not allowing the local police or citizens the chance to investigate and discover the horrid truth. It was a rotten job…but someone had to do it.
Slender hands reached for the dead woman’s brown purse, ferreting through it and appearing like nothing more than a thief. For all a passerby knew, he was the one that had murdered the woman and was now stealing her goods.
Though, appearances were so deceiving.
This young lady, with blood leaking from her neck and soaking her blonde tresses, knew that lesson well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:38 pm
 Laya leaned on the wall watching the man crouched beside a now lifeless woman. Even from this distance and hidden under the cover of dark she could see that the woman, even in death, was beautiful. So was the man beside her rummaging through her designer purse, painfully so. He would be taller than her, though that wasn’t hard to accomplish, by all indications he shared an appreciation for the finer things like herself and took care of his body. She wasn’t sure how things would work but he wasn’t the job so she’d do what was expected of her.
It occurred to Laya that she should offer him some assistance, as his partner that was probably what was on that list of expectation. She looked down at herself, white blouse tucked into dark blue skinny jeans and her favorite suede boots. The black leather trench coat kept her warm in the nippy weather as well as completed the simple outfit. Blood wasn’t easily removed from suede and how would you explain something like that to a cleaner?
If not for her love affair with her clothes, she didn’t care for the iron like scent of blood. The smell alone left a sick, thick coating at the back of her throat that turned her stomach. In this line of business, this was not exactly something that you listed on your resume. She was the kind of woman to do what’s necessary to get her job done and this job happened to require her to pretend that the smell of blood didn’t set her lunch rolling as though on an upset sea.
Laya finished her yogurt cup, dropped the spoon and plastic at her feet. The sound if it echoed in dark they way she’d intended. She pushed herself off the wall and approach the man’s back, “You’d think they’d train you to be a little more discreet,” she stopped just out of his reach at least an arm’s length behind him, tucked her ungloved hands in her coat pockets, “you plan on moving her before or after someone sees you?”
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