Post by Opalstar on Dec 5, 2007 17:05:02 GMT -5
ooc- Ok, so my last one didn't work out so well, specially after I disappeared from the face of the planet. So we're going to try this again (with all of you who want to play too). Here we go.
Intro-
Its the year 9,999. The planet earth has survived a lot, and never imagined they'd make it this far. They discovered a way to get rid of pollution, fix the atmosphere, global warming was abandoned when the world went through several cold stages (temperatures made it barely out of the mid teens during the summer in California). Flying cars, jet packs, laser guns, teleporters, inter-galactic traveling, everything except time machines.
The world was unified, world hunger destroyed! China, Japan, Israel, Iran, Great Brittan, and America all joined forces. After which the rest of the worlds gave in as well. You'd think a world of this nature would be perfect, right? wrong. This world was anything but perfect. A rebellion with intense new science and powers has risen, they plan to stop the one-nation, from completing their utopia. The reason? well, usually for insane rebels to act up there has to be one....right? well, there is. "This world will be without sickness! every disease cured! the human race will have extended life, and will be the equivalent of God!" Derian Maxxim, proclaimed at a meeting of the country representatives. But how would this take place? how do you rid the world of all those people with HIV? Sars? Bird Flu? By killing them.
The rebellious gang is a group of young people from all over the world, nationalities combined. It is called Maxxis....and why would it be called this? Because it is led by Derian's own son, Manna Falcon Maxxim.
The young genius and his "gang" fight for the life of the people, saying all the while, "Everyone should live! we can cure these problems with science and medicine! it just requires time!"
But time was not on their side. A great many people believe the world to end in the year 10,000. Is this the end of humanity?
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Name:
Age:
Gender
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapons:
Abilities:
Sickness?:
Background:
bic-
Name: Manna Falcon Maxxim.
NickName: Falcon.
Age: 19
Gender Male
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 134 lbs
Appearance: Manna is a very tall thin man. Often times the word "lanky" is associated with him. He has blonde hair that he keeps in a pony tail, it comes to the middle of his back. He has sharp orange eyes, throwing questions without words at people, flustering even the greatest of men. He wears black, green, blue, or white. His favourite coat(which he wears nearly all the time) is a long white leather trench coat, with strange patterns winding around the shoulders down to the slightly shredded bottom.
Personality: He is a collaboration of his mother and father. He is both kind and strict, unpredictable but always around when needed, unprecedented timing, he is not very forgiving to betrayers, and is rather stoic. He would spend most of his time thinking, in fact he does, but while his mind processes, he is constantly doing other things. He suffers from severe insomnia, giving him a tired air.
Weapons: A small "old fashioned" Smith&Wesson revolver, and a thin knife, perfect for picking locks.
Abilities: Computer hacking, creating things within moments, letting loud angry, but well spoken, protests fly from his tongue at any given time, cooking, a medical genius, very fast runner, and unmatched shot. Not to mention a musical genius.
Sickness?: He had leukemia type seven when he was 10. and type 2 when he was four.
Background: Manna came from a very wealthy family, always had what he needed or wanted. Except for when he turned eight. His twin brother Niles was sent away to a boarding school, for being "exceptionally intelligent". Nile had always had good health, and Manna and him both were utter geniuses. But Niles was favoured for being older and healthier. Manna had not seen his brother since the departure. Manna buried himself in music, science, medicine, anything he could to get away from everything and everyone. He had no close friends when he was young, with the exception of his brother. When he got a more severe case of leukemia, and his brother didn't come to see him even once during the two years he was sick, he hardened his heart to his family and everyone around him. Gradually he came to befriend the "poor", he taught them and they in return let him do a few simple safe tests. From this he found a way to cure several types of cancer, and early stages of HIV.
But then his father announced that all the "sick" ones would be killed, he raged inside. He began the Maxxis to spite his father, and began to steal viruses injected into the people that would make them into mindless shells. Good only for laborious work.
bic- Manna pulled his boots on, lacing up the rows of holes and belting the protective armour on over them. He clenched his jaw in order to stifle his yawn. He he closed the clasps on his coat on shoved his needle point dagger into its sheath, restocking his revolver next. He looked up blearily, scanning the determined faces of his rebellion, smiling inwardly at their courage. But his outward shell didn't crack, that same dreading expression laid over his face, trapping the inner boy. He picked up a rifle and c ocked it, feeling the pressure under his hand. He frowned even farther, not happy with their mission for the day.
He inhaled through his nose and pulled a pair of flight goggles over his eyes, straightened his hat, and exhaled slowly.
"Today....isn't going to be any fun at all..." He muttered to himself, ignoring the wondrous glances of the "newbies".
Intro-
Its the year 9,999. The planet earth has survived a lot, and never imagined they'd make it this far. They discovered a way to get rid of pollution, fix the atmosphere, global warming was abandoned when the world went through several cold stages (temperatures made it barely out of the mid teens during the summer in California). Flying cars, jet packs, laser guns, teleporters, inter-galactic traveling, everything except time machines.
The world was unified, world hunger destroyed! China, Japan, Israel, Iran, Great Brittan, and America all joined forces. After which the rest of the worlds gave in as well. You'd think a world of this nature would be perfect, right? wrong. This world was anything but perfect. A rebellion with intense new science and powers has risen, they plan to stop the one-nation, from completing their utopia. The reason? well, usually for insane rebels to act up there has to be one....right? well, there is. "This world will be without sickness! every disease cured! the human race will have extended life, and will be the equivalent of God!" Derian Maxxim, proclaimed at a meeting of the country representatives. But how would this take place? how do you rid the world of all those people with HIV? Sars? Bird Flu? By killing them.
The rebellious gang is a group of young people from all over the world, nationalities combined. It is called Maxxis....and why would it be called this? Because it is led by Derian's own son, Manna Falcon Maxxim.
The young genius and his "gang" fight for the life of the people, saying all the while, "Everyone should live! we can cure these problems with science and medicine! it just requires time!"
But time was not on their side. A great many people believe the world to end in the year 10,000. Is this the end of humanity?
-------------------------
Name:
Age:
Gender
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapons:
Abilities:
Sickness?:
Background:
bic-
Name: Manna Falcon Maxxim.
NickName: Falcon.
Age: 19
Gender Male
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 134 lbs
Appearance: Manna is a very tall thin man. Often times the word "lanky" is associated with him. He has blonde hair that he keeps in a pony tail, it comes to the middle of his back. He has sharp orange eyes, throwing questions without words at people, flustering even the greatest of men. He wears black, green, blue, or white. His favourite coat(which he wears nearly all the time) is a long white leather trench coat, with strange patterns winding around the shoulders down to the slightly shredded bottom.
Personality: He is a collaboration of his mother and father. He is both kind and strict, unpredictable but always around when needed, unprecedented timing, he is not very forgiving to betrayers, and is rather stoic. He would spend most of his time thinking, in fact he does, but while his mind processes, he is constantly doing other things. He suffers from severe insomnia, giving him a tired air.
Weapons: A small "old fashioned" Smith&Wesson revolver, and a thin knife, perfect for picking locks.
Abilities: Computer hacking, creating things within moments, letting loud angry, but well spoken, protests fly from his tongue at any given time, cooking, a medical genius, very fast runner, and unmatched shot. Not to mention a musical genius.
Sickness?: He had leukemia type seven when he was 10. and type 2 when he was four.
Background: Manna came from a very wealthy family, always had what he needed or wanted. Except for when he turned eight. His twin brother Niles was sent away to a boarding school, for being "exceptionally intelligent". Nile had always had good health, and Manna and him both were utter geniuses. But Niles was favoured for being older and healthier. Manna had not seen his brother since the departure. Manna buried himself in music, science, medicine, anything he could to get away from everything and everyone. He had no close friends when he was young, with the exception of his brother. When he got a more severe case of leukemia, and his brother didn't come to see him even once during the two years he was sick, he hardened his heart to his family and everyone around him. Gradually he came to befriend the "poor", he taught them and they in return let him do a few simple safe tests. From this he found a way to cure several types of cancer, and early stages of HIV.
But then his father announced that all the "sick" ones would be killed, he raged inside. He began the Maxxis to spite his father, and began to steal viruses injected into the people that would make them into mindless shells. Good only for laborious work.
bic- Manna pulled his boots on, lacing up the rows of holes and belting the protective armour on over them. He clenched his jaw in order to stifle his yawn. He he closed the clasps on his coat on shoved his needle point dagger into its sheath, restocking his revolver next. He looked up blearily, scanning the determined faces of his rebellion, smiling inwardly at their courage. But his outward shell didn't crack, that same dreading expression laid over his face, trapping the inner boy. He picked up a rifle and c ocked it, feeling the pressure under his hand. He frowned even farther, not happy with their mission for the day.
He inhaled through his nose and pulled a pair of flight goggles over his eyes, straightened his hat, and exhaled slowly.
"Today....isn't going to be any fun at all..." He muttered to himself, ignoring the wondrous glances of the "newbies".
