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Old 03-04-2014, 02:30 PM

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Eternia City, the Eternal City, gateway to advancements within science, medical, technology and even human nature. Eternia has its politicians, its Governor, but everyone knows who has the true power within Eternia. The city is known for its exemplary police force, headed by a group of specially trained operatives. The best of the best, known as C.R.O.S.S. It is said that you do not choose to join, they choose you. Eternia however, is also home to a powerful and notorious gang, who has labeled themselves as C.R.E.S.S, the mirror or anti form of C.R.O.S.S. They have their hand in many things around the city, just as C.R.O.S.S does. Some of the members of C.R.E.S.S, are ex members of C.R.O.S.S, including its leader, Kiba Haruta. He was said to have been the best of the best within C.R.O.S.S, in line to become the next head.

After an incident that has now been deemed classified however, he turned his back on and left the force. It was not long after this, that he became the new leader of C.R.E.S.S at the mere age of twenty. It was also soon after his departure, that a male of sixteen shocked everyone, and rose to the rank of head of C.R.O.S.S. It was no secret that both this male and Kiba knew each other, they grew up together. Some even went so far as to accuse the two of being romantically involved, for their relationship when seen together at times was questionable, as was a few things happening behind the scenes. Four years have passed, and under the rule of both this prodigy and Kiba, both C.R.O.S.S and C.R.E.S.S have risen in power. The two have become the most powerful forces within Eternia city. Though they seemed to be locked in a sort of back and forth dance, there was also an unspoken truth as to how far one side would go. But that truce has been shattered.

Kiba’s body is discovered within his known home in the center of C.R.E.S.S territory. He seems to have died from a wound sustained by a specialized saber, a mark which seems to mirror one of a custom blade made for the head of C.R.O.S.S. This leads many to believe the young head is responsible for the death of Kiba. It ignites a long festering hatred and fire between the two sides, and now under new management, C.R.E.S.S has vowed to take back the city and to destroy C.R.O.S.S. Especially their leader, who has become the target now of murder and capture. Eternia and its’ people are caught in the crosshairs of a coming war that will possibly do more harm than good in the end. The sides are not without power though, for Eternia has also been the center of a new kind of weapon known as Soul. This is seen only by those who possess a powerful heart, and will. It is only as strong as these qualities of the wielder. Soul is the tangible manifestation of one’s energy.

Some use this energy to enhance certain areas of their physical attributes such as speed, strength, endurance, etc. Some are able to infuse it into ordinary objects. One instance of this was of a man who infused his energy into simple rubber balls, turning them into bombs which would explode on contact. Kiba was known to be able to use his energy, manifesting it to raise his body temperature, as well as the heat of the air around him and whatever he came into physical contact with. This in a sense gave way to his profile of wielding fire within his fights, or leaving his opponents burned. However, using this energy does drain the wielder the more they use it, using too much at once can kill someone. Many have pushed themselves past the breaking point with this power in an attempt to surpass and evolve. It also is the source of currently many experiments within Eternia that few know about…experiments that would leave anyone pale and sick. This added tidbit within the fight causes quite a stir of its own. As does the mysterious third party known only as P.H.A.N.T.O.M, who seems to be running behind the scenes. Who will survive? Who is the true culprit and instigator behind this war? And why?...

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Old 03-08-2014, 09:59 PM

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3. PM profiles to me titled Riot, or they will be rejected, this is to make sure you have read the rules.
4. Yaoi and Yuri are allowed, Romance, etc within reason.
5. Follow all Mene rules.
6. Keep OOC in the OOC NOT IN THE RP. (A major pet peeve of mine that few seem to follow.)
7. Players MUST write a GOOD SIZED PARAGRAPH OR TWO PER POST. NO ONE TWO OR THREE LINERS AT ALL!
13. Rules will be added and subtracted as needed.


Profile Skeleton:

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[FONT="Arial Narrow"][RIGHT][COLOR="Color"][B]The Puppetmaster[/B][/COLOR]
[username]

[img]pic here[/img][/RIGHT]

[LEFT][B][COLOR="Color"]My name is:[/COLOR][/B]
[name]

[B][COLOR="Color"]My friends call me:[/COLOR][/B]
[nickname]

[B][COLOR="Color"]I was born here, so that makes me:[/COLOR][/B]
[birthday/age]

[B][COLOR="Color"]When love is on my mind:[/COLOR][/B]
[sexuality]

[B][COLOR="Color"]Who's side am I on:[/COLOR][/B]
[Normal civilian, member of C.R.O.S.S, C.R.E.S.S, etc.]

[B][COLOR="Color"]The good about me:[/COLOR][/B]
[good traits/personality]

[B][COLOR="Color"]The bad about me:[/COLOR][/B]
[bad traits/personality]

[B][COLOR="Color"]My arsenol contains:[/COLOR][/B]
[any weapons are here.]

[B][COLOR="Color"]My second nature is that of:[/COLOR][/B]
[If part of C.R.O.S.S, C.R.E.S.S or P.H.A.N.T.O.M, and you are able to use the energy ability, place what you typically use it for here. If not, delete this.]

[B][COLOR="Color"]The raw facts of my past are:[/COLOR][/B]
[bio]

[B][COLOR="Color"]Only one thing left to say:[/COLOR][/B]
[Extra]

[RIGHT][B][COLOR="Color"]The music of my life: [/COLOR][/B]
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Old 11-14-2016, 06:37 PM

Shinjiro Hayato

Another day, another chance to see how the masses would spend their time on this earth. Standing before the window, dark gray eyes scanned the city streets below. The sun just rising, the city was waking up below. It had been barley a week now, since the leader of C.R.E.S.S was discovered dead within his home in the heart of the gang's territory. How had someone gotten in and out without being spotted? How had no one seen anything or heard anything during the crime. Why was the wound consisted with that of a blade of C.R.O.S.S? These were questions being asked by many in the city from all sides. People wanted answers, but few could give them to them.

As a result, tension was on a rise throughout the city. People called for C.R.O.S.S to be held responsible, for the leader to hand himself over to C.R.E.S.S as retribution. Others wanted the leader to step aside, face judgement, though neither of these things seemed to be happening. Thus, the tension was turning more violent. They had started nearly the day after the discovery, people had begun to stand against the authorities of the city. C.R.E.S.S was mobilizing, this was nothing surprising. They had been on a mission for years now to take back the city as they claimed. To attempt to bring it back to the people. However, for such promises and boasts, they still seemed to have been holding back. The city divided between the two factions, with his caught in the undertone middle.

People had begun calling it P.H.A.N.T.O.M, and he had grown attached to it. He was known as Ghost, head of it. He had started out as a normal kid, though some would say he was never normal. He had simply become bored just like anyone else might. However, he had turned this boredom into a career for himself. Now at merely Nineteen, he had an empire behind him that few outside of him knew the sheer size of. His power and influence within the city rivaled that of the two faction leaders already. He was quite curious to see how the new leader of C.R.E.S.S would step up and deal with this incident. Especially with so many already seeing it as a huge insult and calling for action.

These little gatherings and spouts of anger taking place around the city were only going to get worse. The two sides had been at each other's throats for some time now already, this was merely the spark that they needed to push forward and fire to errupt. In truth, he didn't believe it was fully about the death at all. It was the trigger, now people had an excuse to retaliate, to start a war. A war that had been brewing, now the city would be caught in the crossfire. Innocent lives were on the verge of being lost, what would they do? A smile tugged at his lips, soon followed by a chuckle. How amusing it all was. He was looking forward to seeing what happened.

In this entire mess, he and his own faction was the wild card. No one knew where they would fall, what they would do. Already, he had been contacted by people within both sides. He would not be surprised to hear propositions of joining together coming soon. Possibly attempts at take over or something more. Either way, he was a powerful force that people would be watching closely during all of this as well. That was fine with him, let them watch and let them do what they desired. He turned away from the window, moving to the door. Slipping his coat from the stand there, he stepped out. He headed down the stairs, people giving him nods and slight bows in respect.

Reaching the first floor, the door was opened for him, guards already ready to follow him. He typically stepped out about this time, to get a nice morning coffee. Though the guards were often told to stay back and out of sight. They were very good at doing so and blending in. For as little as he tried to hide who he was, people still did not always readily recognize him. Perhaps it was like the Superman and Clark Kent affect. People did not believe a man of his power would so casually be out and about like this. So man rumors and whispers about him and his group already out and about within the city.

Heading out to the car, it was a nice ride to the cafe he usually went to in the morning. He could see the early morning hub beginning already. At the same time, it wasn't to hard to pick out who belonged to which side. C.R.E.S.S members looked on edge, angry and liked they often belonged on the streets like this. C.R.O.S.S members in uniform, always looking like they held themselves above others. Clean and pristine as always. He chuckled once more, resting his chin on a hand as he watched them slip by out the window. Reaching the cafe, he got out of the car and made his way inside.

Taking his usual table by the window, he slid into his usual chair. He smiled at the waitress, as she sat a menu before him, opening it even though he already knew what he wanted. He ordered coffee, as well as a strawberry danish. A good breakfast to get the day started in his mind. Something sweet and something bitter, perhaps like him. He handed the menu back, casting his eyes once more out the window. His head resting on his hand, he could not heep the smile from his lips. He was excited, he could feel the energy in the air, that things were about to heat up.
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Old 11-14-2016, 10:39 PM

Mars


Mars pushed her shades back up the bridge of her nose, black circles over blue eyes. Her angry red hair was tamed in a long braid that fell over her shoulder. Well, not entirely tamed. Stray curls poked out from their places, wisps of the stuff in the young woman's face. It had been a long night.

From her position in an alley, Mars lit up a jay and breathed in deep. The new leader of C.R.E.S.S. had sent her on round after round of scouting, looking for any hint or hide of whomever killed Kiba.
"Might as well have been the Ghost." she muttered to herself as she took another inhale, "Could'da been him." she spat, recalling how much she didn't like the replacement for her old boss, "And if C.R.O.S.S. did it, they got to have some new high-spangled gear to have pulled it off." all in all, she was pissed. Mars liked Kiba. It may have only been because he was the one who was there when C.R.E.S.S. found her, but that was enough. He had been a better figure than her father was, that was for sure.

With her stress lessened and her appetite piqued, Mars tossed the butt of the jay on the ground and put it out under the heel of her doc martin. From the side pocket of her jacket which lay folded over an empty trashcan, she pulled a small vial. The strong scent of cloves filled her nose when she opened it. Mars tipped the bottle and dabbed the oil on her wrists and under her jaw. She wiped the excess off in her hair and on her jeans. With the most of her illegal smoke covered, Mars returned the vial to it's place and pulled her jacket on. She was starving now.

It wasn't too long of a walk to the coffee shop she had been eyeballing. Long enough that the overwhelming scent of clove had some time to die down, but short enough that it was still enough there. The bell above the door chimed gleefully when she entered. She found a small table in the corner by a window and sat down, waiting for a waitress and a menu. She took off her glasses and placed them down on the table. A few tables ahead of her sat a young man, already with coffee and a danish before him.
"Danish sounds good.." Mars mumbled to herself. When the waitress came with a menu the young woman took a quick glance at it, "Can I have a mocha, extra whipped cream, and whatever danish that gentleman is having?"
"Strawberry?" the waitress clarified.
"Oh that sounds fantastic, yes please. Actually, can I grab two of those? Thanks." she handed back the menu and relaxed back into her seat. There were going to be quite a few more long nights ahead of her. Who knew when the next time she was going to get a break like this.

 


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