Journey to Utopia ((Closed))
 

RULES:

~follow menewsha rules
~keep things pg, romance of all kinds are accepted but anything more than pg needs to be time skipped (take them to MSN or something), violence is ok (this is post-apocalypse, there's going to be some crazies)
~no killing off other characters unless the "master" of the character is ok with it and i am informed.
~type at least 5 sentences per post. (I won't count the sentences if it looks long enough) this is a futuristic rp, expand the horizon, talk about what your character is seeing (I don't want to be the only one making up the scenery).
~no god modding! just, no. it results in an instant ban and your character will be deleted.
~try to post once a week. I know it's the school year.
~let me know when you'll be gone for an extended period of time so that we can "drag" your character around and update you when you get back.
~Upon entering, you will need to post yourself "realistically" into the story. no popping out of nowhere and suddenly being part of the group. (Ex: "Character" saw a group walking towards her house that was specifically made to be unseen by anyone that didn't know it's existence. She wondered where they were headed for they looked tired and hungry but the urge to be where they were heading was greater.)
~pm profiles to me, I will NOT accept any profiles that are not pmed.
~title the pm Utopia
~take things that are not the story line to the OOC

Character Types:

Human :: Human's aren't really all that special though knowing that some survived is proof that the race is strong enough to face anything. Being the original species of the earth would also be a blessing for those that wish to be normal, they may be able to help those effect by the radiation. There's two different backgrounds to humans, one can be chosen: a human that was in the "safe house" and has just recently emerged; and one that survived the war outside of the "safe house" and still managed to keep their genes.

Mutant :: Mutants are the humans that were effected by the bombs and radiation. They can have an unnatural ability with a physical alteration. They either like the way they are, or wish with all their heart to be a normal human again. Their background is either their family couldn't afford the "safe house" or was in the military and was forced to stay in the fields. They can appear to be mixed with animals or be mutated to a horrid state.

Cyborg :: Cyborg's are humans with robotic body parts. These can be either some one who was born into this age and somehow lost a part of themselves or a being from recently after the explosions, put together a few robotic limbs and have somehow manage to stay alive all these years. They're usually stronger than the average human but lack in speed because of the heavy metal that's a part of them.

Robot :: These intelligent pieces of metal have a mind of their own. they are similar to cyborgs but still very different. They are strong and can take any amount of blow without falling. The only way to "kill" a robot is to disconnect the head from the body. Each one is different from the other as well. One can have human emotions and another might not have any at all. These living pieces of metal could have either lasted through the bombs (in or out side of the "safe house") or was made in later years.

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Profile Skeleton:

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[IMG]your character(anime)[/ IMG]
I'm a [COLOR="thecolorthatmatchestheaboepost"](human, mutant, cyborg, robot)[/ COLOR]. [/ CENTER]

[B][CENTER]Basics[/ CENTER][/ B]

My age is [COLOR="color1"](no younger than 10)[/ COLOR].
I have [COLOR="color2"](color)[/ COLOR] hair.
My eyes are [COLOR="color1"](color)[/ COLOR].
I am [COLOR="color2"](height in feet and inches)[/ COLOR].
I weigh [COLOR="color1"](number)[/ COLOR]lbs.

[B][CENTER]Special[/ CENTER][/ B]

My special ability is [COLOR="color2"](referring to the mutant trait or any realistic human ability)[/ COLOR].
My disadvantage is [COLOR="color1"](weakness/setback)[/ COLOR].
My background story? Well, [COLOR="color2"](write a good paragraph. prove yourself as well as shedding some light on the character so we know why they act a certain way though our own characters may not understand)[/ COLOR].
The song that sums me up is [COLOR="color1"](name of song and singer/band. link's are nice too)[/ COLOR].

[RIGHT]My master is [COLOR="color2"](your username)[/ COLOR].[/ RIGHT]

Basics

My age is twenty-two.
I have dark red hair.
My eyes are green.
I am 5'6".
I weigh 190lbs.

Special

My special ability is I'm part cyborg. I have a lot more "umph" in me than I used to.
My disadvantage is when it comes to running, I'm slower than someone who isn't part metal.
My background story? Well, I was born to a family that fortunately had no radiation effects. Yes my ancestors were poor, but only the strong survive in this situation. It turns out we were lucky to be outside the radiation zone. I grew up listening to the story of how my family made it to this day. I also grew up eating the mutated meat of animals that my father had caught, and when I was old enough, I learned how to hunt for food as well. One night, when I was 16 years old, a gang of bandits found our home and destroyed it, killing my family and cutting off my limbs as I tried to fight back. I was left to die on the floor of what was left of my home.
I woke up a few weeks later, thinking that I had died and gone to heaven. I was in a room with surgical equipment and lite by candles. I stood up, hearing a loud clink as my new metal legs had touched the ground. A scientist had saved me from certain death. he gave me new legs and new arms and explained that the reason I was able to move them was the head device I was wearing. I was able to feel solid objects but not liquids or textures. I didn't care though, I was happy to be alive.
I lived in the small town that I was brought to for a few years. During that time, I had learned of a place called Utopia. Hearing about a land that has been untouched by man's hatred towards one another sounded like wishful thinking. But hey, what do I have to loose?.
The song that sums me up is Alive - POD.

~~Events~~

Emily swung a backpack that was falling apart over her right shoulder. She had found it when she was walking through one of the nearby buildings that read "West Watergate Middle School" in the underground level. She was even surprised that it was still there and in tact considering it was fabric.

Earlier that day, Emily had decided that she was going to go find this Utopia. She packed the bag with food, blankets and some clothes. Anything else she may need, she figured she could find along the way. The cyborg stepped out into the sun, blinking from the change of light. She glanced around before heading in the direction she hasn't been; the one that she's seen so many others heading when they were traveling to this Utopia.

Her journey was quiet but it had also just begun. She didn't expect much seeing as she was alone. Maybe I'll meet up with a group heading to the same place and I'll be able to walk with them, she thought as she slowly exited the small town she had stayed in for the past few years. I'm sure going to miss every body but, at least I'll be in a land of peace. A smile split across her face as she thought about Utopia.

[Yay, we're starting~ This is the moon calendar I'll be using as a reference from now on, just in case anyone is wondering.]

"Tonight's going to be a good moon, F.O.U.R.!"

The Robot directed his head to the sky, pausing to look at the low sun. He sighed, much as Ilandere did, while replaying a memory of her smiling and commenting on scenery just like today's. Ever since they were separated, and before he knew it, he had already adapted her mannerisms. How she walked, how she talked.. Well, he was as much like her as he could be in a "manly" kind of way.

"Manly". She often used that word to describe him. Built to be strong and swift, yet gentle. That didn't even sound logical to him. He was neither strong enough nor swift enough to keep her with him.. Though he supposed he could not deny that he was kind. He thought about killing the travelers when he found them but F.O.U.R. knew that wouldn't be the right thing to do.

The 7-footer sighed again. He missed his Lan so much.

"Nope." A piece of scrap metal went flying behind him.
"Not this." Another worn hunk of junk is sent airborne.

"Nope.... No. Useless...Not it..." Dei went on like this for another minute more. The man just could not find what he wanted in the pile of rubble. But that was alright, there were plenty of other piles to search through in this desolate wasteland of a city. "Not tha- Oh, wait!" Giving the metal object a good look over, Dei eventually stuffed it in his bag with satisfaction. "Finally, a wrench. Now I don't have to fix those pipes by hand anymore.", he said, rubbing his sprained left wrist.

He was talking about the plumbing in some of the bathrooms of the ruined buildings. Being human meant he still needed to heed the call of nature every now and then, and in this day and age a working lavatory was hard to come by. With the knowledge he gained from living in the safe houses, Dei managed to fix up a few he needed to use ever since arriving at this former city. It was a miracle water even ran through this place. The bathrooms out here were not as clean as the ones back in the shelters but Dei preferred the dingy stalls over going back to that nuthouse.

After looking around for anything else useful, the one-eyed man looked to the skies to check the time. It was a little hard to tell. The tall hollow buildings, though blasted in many places, still stood proud and their shadows cast a gloom over the streets. Dust often obscured his vision whenever the wind blew, but if he was right it would be night time in a couple of hours. Looks like he'd have to find a place to stay soon.

Despite knowing which buildings were the least likely to collapse on whoever slept in them, Dei would rather sleep under the stars as much as possible. He had already spent most of his life in a sealed area and he was not going to risk being trapped like that again.
The blond soon went on his way, kicking up some rubble after a few steps out of boredom.

Angela clung precariously to the edge of the ruined building. A gust of wind blew her long hair in her face.
Her wings shifted minutely, automatically adjusting her balance to compensate for it.
She absently tucked strands of hair behind one ear, her melancholy golden eyes thoughtful.
An awful lot of people had been passing through lately, either in groups or singley. She wasn't sure why and hadn't yet screwed up the courage needed to fly down and ask.
Angela grimaced slightly at the memory of the last time she had approached someone. It hadn't ended well and she wasn't eager to repeat the experience. Her arm was still bruised where the stones had hit her.
As the sun retreated behind a cloud, she sighed and looked around at the roof she called 'home'.
There was a tiny flat shelter made out of metal and brick, her wings twinged in remembered pain. It had taken so long to fly them up here and her wings and shoulders had been so painful after that she had been stuck here for several days. There were also assorted blankets and rags Angela had brought with her when the old man died, they served as her bedding. And that was it really, not much of a home but it was all she had at the moment.

Noises from far below caught Angela's attention and pulled her out of her musings.
She carefully peered down, curious. This place was normally so silent, what was happening down there?

The buildings threw shadows everywhere and Angela shivered, feeling the cold for the first time today. Maybe it was something bad? I should stay up here, nothing can get me up here. But.......... What if it's someone who needs help? Maybe they won't throw stones at me this time? No, I'll stay here, I'm safe here. But....... Maybe they'll talk to me? It would be nice.......

Her thoughts tumbled round each other, going in circles. Angela had been alone for so long, she yearned for a little company but she was also afraid. There hadn't been many people willing to show her kindness in her short life, experience had shown her they couldn't really be trusted.

Finally she made up her mind. If I stay up high, out of sight, they won't see me. I'll just look.
With a look of determination on her normally sad face, Angela spread her wings wide to catch the wind, then leapt off the edge before she could change her mind.

She silently descended keeping an eye out for whatever was making such a racket, one hand clutched tightly round her hair to keep it out of her face.
The empty windows of the buildings around were creepy, she felt like a hundred unseen eyes were watching her. She stubbornly forced herself not to keep checking them. No one was there, hadn't been before and wouldn't be now.
Her gaze swept the rubble strewn streets and she nearly missed the blond man kicking his way along.
Angela stopped with a jerk and instantly flew up into the nearest empty window, her heart hammering in fear.

She peeked cautiously past the edge, her hands and wings shaking, would it be safe to go down?

"Huh?" Dei stopped in his tracks and looked about him. He listened carefully to the light breeze passing by, to the clanging and clacking of severed wires tapping at the metal poles they were attached to. For a moment he was sure he heard the distinct sound of flapping wings. He readjusted his backpack. Previously, Dei had been carrying it with just a strap over his right shoulder. Now, he would have to wear it properly in case this was a situation he'd have to run from. 'Could it be robbers?', he wondered. He was no stranger to marauding gangs of thieves roaming the harsh terrain. It had been seven years since he had left the bitter comforts of his safe house and although he had run into friendly survivors every now and again, he also had the misfortune to meet some nefarious ones.

If they were marauders, he could probably handle them or make a decent escape. There were many places to hide in. But what worried him more was if it was one of those wild, mutated animals. The animals that didn't die off from the radiation often mutated. Most were harmless and usually avoided humans when they could. But there were some that became rabid, insane, and just plain old nasty. They would attack anything that crossed their territory on sight and were tough to take down if you didn't at least have a gun.

Dei had come across such a beast and lost an eye for it. He did not want to deal with one again. But after scanning the broken streets the man saw no signs of movement. He also checked out the buildings. Perhaps there was someone living in this area after all, lurking in the shadows and watching him since his arrival. 'That would be creepy.', was his immediate thought. The runaway was about to end his search when he finally spotted something white in a high-level window.

"Is anybody there?", he called out, his echo ringing throughout the area. Squinting his eye, Dei was sure he could make out the top of someone's head.

When his voice reached her, Angela squeaked and ducked hurriedly. Had he seen her? What do I do? Shall I go down? Should I say something? What if he throws stones at me? Maybe I should stay hidden. Oh why did I come down here?
She pressed her hands against her head, torn by indecision.
Finally she decided to just take a quick peek over the edge again. After all, he wouldn't be able to get her all the way up here. Could he?
Angela mustered her courage and slowly peeked over the edge again, her wings curled protectively round her thin frame.
"Wh-who are y-you?" she stuttered as loud as she could, unfortunately her voice came out rather high pitched.
A strong gust of wind howled through the building and she shivered in her thin dress. Why was it so much colder down here than it had been up on her roof?

The wary man barely made out the question that came from the stranger since it sounded a little squeaky, plus the stuttering didn't help much. At least he now knew it was a girl. Or someone that sounded like a girl.

"I'm Dei. Who are you?", was his straightforward reply. As far as he's concerned, there wasn't any real point to hiding his identity. A shift in the clouds brought a little more light to the area, if only for a passing minute, at which time he put a hand to his brow as a temporary visor. The extra lighting didn't do much to help him get a better look at who he was speaking to. "You spying on me or something?", he added curtly.

Spying? Angela felt so indignant and shocked at the very idea that he thought she had been spying that she instantly jumped to her feet and, half hanging over the edge, she scowled down at him.
"You're the one who's been making a racket near my roof!" she shouted down to him.
The few rays of sun flashed in her face and she gasped, one arm going to her eyes to block the sudden brightness.
All it took was for the wind to give a strong gust and Angela suddenly lost her balance.
With a cry of surprise she fell out of the window. Completely forgetting her wings she stared in terror at the fast approaching ground.
Whilst her brain was frozen in fear, instinct kicked in and Angela's wings opened wide with a muscle wrenching pull.
She cried out in pain, however she shakily spread them a little further and managed to slow completely.
Heart hammering she landed softly amongst the rubble and promptly collapsed to her knees, her long brown hair obscurring her face.

As Emily left her home, she came closer to a small patch of trees, or at least they were suppose to be trees... right? The girl glanced back behind her; she had only left what seemed like a few seconds ago and the town she was in was already off in the distance. She was now officially traveling. She smiled at the thought and then decided to inspect the trees, maybe even catch an animal or two for later.

The plants looked like they had died a long time ago but somehow still managed to stand. There wasn't a whole lot of shade and very little in the way of food for animals. There were maybe one or two trees that somehow managed to live, though they were deformed and seemed to beg for better nutrients and water. Emily stepped into the group of trees as quietly as possible. She had a make shift bow with an arrow drawn and ready to kill for her meal.

"Woah!!", Dei exclaimed, thinking that the girl who had fallen from the window was going to meet the ground in a horrible way. But to his relief, she didn't. It took him a while to register the wings that had spread from her back. 'A mutant?', he thought as he rushed over to the brown haired girl. "Hey! Are you okay?!" Dei had seen that she was able to slow her descent because of her unusual appendages but she immediately crumpled over as soon as she reached the ground. That was more than enough to make him worried. The man stopped just a few steps away from the winged stranger. Although the space he kept was by virtue of caution, the man had a clear look of worry on his face. "You aren't hurt or anything, are you?"

Angela huddled, shivering in her poor aching wings.
At first she didn't hear what the man had said to her, she was in such a state of shock that at first all she could do was hug herself.
A few tears squeezed past her eyelashes and splashed on her knees.

After a few minutes her shaking and crying slowed and Angela managed to make herself look up at Dei.
He had stopped a reasonable distance away, but had an obvious look of concern on his face.
She was so surprised by it, that for a moment she just stared at him, confused.
Why did he look like that? He..... can't be worried..... about me? Is he?
Angela took a deep shaky breath, wincing as her shoulder muscles and wings protested.
"I-I'm ok, I think" she said nervously. "You- you're not going to...... hurt.... me.... are you?" she whispered this last one, half afraid of the answer, but she was feeling increasingly afraid of being caught on the ground. She didn't think she would be able to fly for a little while yet, which meant running if she had to.

When another human, a girl this time, suddenly appeared and called out to them Angela flinched.
She stared at the second stranger, totally unable to find her voice, before staring mutely at Dei her golden eyes huge and frightened.

F.O.U.R. watched in silence from between the old, dry tree trunks as the garnet-haired entity drew her arrow back. It looked to be a female, with obvious robotic enhancements. He had long since detected her arrival, but was unsure whether or not to watch her or be on his way.

He had been wary about humans and other life-forms since that day, but this was his first encounter with a cyborg. In some ways, maybe he had hoped that she could answer his questions about Utopia. Or better yet.. lead him to it.

His heat-sensors told him she was aiming in the right direction as there were animal signatures up ahead. A small 'Danger' symbol flashed in the upper right corner of his vision. The tektite-shaded robot stiffened. Did she know what she was getting herself into?

Because those mutated creatures were the big kind.

[Finally. xD]

Emily held her position as quietly as possible. Within a few seconds, her arrow flew, whispering through the branches and leaves until it hit its target. The creature reared up and charged in the direction the arrow had come from. Emily had seen her father hunt this type of animal before, but that was when she was younger and out of reach of danger. She hadn't known that this beast was so fast and she actually panicked because of it.

Dei thought that the girl had indeed injured herself badly after she started crying. But when she confirmed she was in fact alright, the one-eyed man breathed a sigh of relief. "Hurt you? I'm pretty sure you've hurt yourself enough.", he retorted, noticing that she still looked like something was causing her pain. Perhaps the waterworks weren't just her overreacting to almost falling to her death. Just as he was about to ask the winged mutant if she could stand, a voice came from behind them. He turned to see who it was, surprised to find another human in such a short amount of time.

The dark haired woman had a smile on her face, her clothes were frayed in some places and splattered with red. Perhaps it was blood, who knows? Either way, it wasn't an uncommon sight and other than having a cheery disposition, Dei found nothing else strange with her. "Well I was on my way to find some place to sleep until I caught this kid here spying on me.", the man replied matter-of-factly as he placed a hand on the young girl's head. The light haired girl had been quiet ever since the newcomer arrived. She was wary of the woman, the look she had given him told him that much. Dei, however, merely held the person with as much suspicion as he had for everyone else nowadays.

"Callie was it?", he continued, "What's it to you?"

Angela jumped minutely when Dei placed his hand on her head, other than that tiny reaction she didn't move at all.
She figured that she had to trust somebody, at least for now.
She warily watched the new girl from behind lowered lashes, why was everyone being nice to her today? It was completely outside of Angela's experience. Usually people ran away or hurt her.
When Callie placed a hand on Angela's shoulders she flinched automatically, then relaxed slightly at her words. Maybe these people could be trusted?
Staring doubtfully at the offered hand, Angela glanced once more at Dei.
She then shakily placed her much smaller hand in Callie's and pulled herself up, suppressing a tiny groan when her shoulders protested.
"Thank you" she whispered in a tiny voice.
She experimentally flexed her wings wincing as they complained and pain flared through them. She was pretty sure all she had done was pull the muscles. Hopefully anyway.
"I'm sorry" she said quietly "my name is Angela."
A shortlived spark of indignation flared again. "And I wasn't spying" she added.