|: ғeѕтerѕoυl :|: steampunk/dark magic :|: NOW ACCEPTING :|

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Something dark stirs in the gleaming city of Aeterna.

It is the year 3194. The majority of the human population has been relocated to a planet in another solar system. This new planet is called Imitor. Three times the size of Earth, it has been built to last.

You have grown up in Aeterna, one of the more successful cities. Victorian-style buildings stand tall and imposing, lining smooth streets that have been weathered down by the hundereds of sleek metal cars that zoom across them each day. The air is never quite clear thanks to the steam that lingers perpetually in the air, but the trees and wildlife are natural. Automatons are not an uncommon sight, whether they be a common tracker reinforcing security or a mechanical creature snuffling about the shadows. It is a sight quite unlike anything you'd ever see on Earth, which has remained unchanged for the most part over the last few hundred years - sadly, it has been left in the dark about humankind's leaps in technology.

But sooner or later, corruption was bound to settle into the heart of some soul. And it has happened sooner than anyone expected.

Damien Scarrow started out just like you. He was born in Aeterna and grew to fiercely love his city. No one knows for certain what caused him to turn into the monster he is, but one day, he must have started to see things... differently. The little imperfections in the city were suddenly magnified to him. It drove him to the point where he was determined to wipe out every single flaw of Aeterna. The trackers that didn't work quite the way they were supposed to, the judderbugs that weren't efficient enough - he tried to rebuild them, capturing them, taking them apart, giving them a few modifications before rereleasing them. But no machine can match up to his level of satisfaction.

People started going missing. It wasn't long before they figured out what was going on: Scarrow was kidnapping them, testing them to see if they were proficient enough in various departments. If they weren't, he executed them. If they were, he removed their soul and fused it to an automaton. The kind of robot he combined your soul with depended on what skill you had displayed to be particularly good at. When he released the robot, it would function just as well as you had. It was dark, dark magic that no one could ever hope to beat. And it was destroying the very core of mankind. Scarrow thought he was working for a good cause, blind to the consequences of his work.

He is unstoppable, or so they think.

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This roleplay is not realistic. At all. It is basically a steampunk and magic rolled into one big mess. Really, this will never ever happen in real life.

You have the choice of being one of Scarrow's captives or being part of the Resistance.

If you're a captive, you'll be put through various tests. I'll post what Scarrow is currently doing to you here and you'll respond accordingly. You should be able to interact with your fellow test subjects at any time. I play Scarrow, and if he happens to be in your character's proximity, you can speak with him as well - although don't expect to ge much of a conversation out of him. And, by the way... you don't have to dislike Scarrow *winkwink*.

If you're part of the resistance, you follow under Adrian Doyle. Your job is to try and infiltrate Scarrow's ranks. I'll be playing Doyle as well, so you can visit his office at any time to talk with him and receive your commands. I'll post necessary information here.

None of the characters will be able to use magic. There are items that Doyle might supply, but for the most part, it's reserved for Scarrow.

Look here to see the information I have about Aeterna.

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No god-modding, power-playing, or anything of the kind.

No perfect characters. Please try to make them believable. Give them quirks and irrational fears, make them so that I can envision them. It's not that difficult, really.

I'm hoping for this roleplay to last a good while, so don't solve the plot in a matter of a few days. I'll be guiding the whole thing, although I can't be on 24/7.

Make your posts legible. I prefer five or more sentences a post, although I won't say no to a good-sized paragraph or two. So yes, this is pretty much semi-literate. Pretty formats are a plus! ;3

Please pay attention to others. I don't want three pages of one-on-one interaction between two characters. If you want that, make a thread of your own. Everyone should be included here.

Check back frequently for updates, both here and in the commands for your characters. I'll be sure to notify you when something new is happening, though.

I want to keep this list as short as possible, so I'll end here. I'm hoping I don't have to add more because of a certain roleplayer's actions.

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|: extra info :|
Nickname: Sakki
I'm active on weekends and holidays. Sometimes I can get on
on weekdays, but it's usually just to check up on things.

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|: characters :|
Adrian Doyle - leader of the Resistance - 39 [x]
Damien Scarrow - "leader" of the captives - 32 [x]
Findabhair Byrne - captive - 17 [x]

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Nicknames: Bloody, Crystal
I'm usually here on the weekends and sometimes I'm on during
the week. Well most of the time you can find me. On Mon-Fri
from 7:00-4:00 MST I'm at school or coming home so I'll
usually come back about 4:30 PM.

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|: characters :|
Serenity 'Viricia' Ducelle - Resistance - 15 [x]

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Nickname: Swall
Well, I am on everyday, for several hours but I may not
be able to post everyday. I'll do my best to post, but
sometimes I lack muse and the computer is taken, so
I am forced to my Ipad. Anyway, I am not a fast typer
and I lack inspiration and motivation, but I will do my
best.

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|: characters :|
Alice Olivia Efreean Cumberoui Mentraah - captive - 19 [x]

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Nicknames: Prep, Jack
Usually, I will be most active on the weekends, but
I will sometimes reply on weekdays as well. Please
keep in mind that I have other RPs as well, so my
replies might not be as frequent.

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Mordecai Fernsby - captive - 24 [x]

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What's your username?

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Do you have a nickname we can refer to you as?

:| activity |:

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How often are you on CS?

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:| full name |:

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What's your character's full name?

:| gender |:

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Male or female?

:| age |:

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Age? Somewhere between fifteen and forty, please.

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Is s/he part of Doyle's Resistance or is s/he one of Scarrow's captives?

:| appearance |:

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You do not need an image if you provide a good description. If you don't have an image, be sure to provide height, weight and build.

:| personality |:

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A brief outline, please. I know some people prefer to let their character develop over the course of the roleplay.

:| history |:

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I prefer this, but it's optional. You don't need to type a novel for this section, either.

:| talents |:

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Self-explanatory. But just because I don't include weaknesses on this form, don't think you can get away with a Mary-Sue.

:| quirks |:

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Odd habits that your character has.

:| fears |:

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What is your character afraid of? Please don't put "nothing".

:| other |:

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judderbug

A disc-like robot with a diameter of about ten centimeters. It acts as a vauum cleaner for the streets of Aeterna. They can be found everywhere and are completely harmless, though they avoid human contact.

tracker

An automaton with a somewhat humanoid shape. Trackers generally come out at dark to patrol Aeterna and to search for people out past curfew, which is 11 o'clock.

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:| username |:

>> sakorian r a g e}

:| nickname(s) |:

Sakki

:| activity |:

I'm active on weekends and holidays. Sometimes I can get on on weekdays, but it's usually just to check up on things.

:| other |:

None

:| full name |:

Adrian Doyle

:| gender |:

Male

:| age |:

Thirty nine

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Leader of the Resistance

:| appearance |:

TYPE HERE

:| personality |:

As you would expect from your ideal thirty nine-year old man, Adrian is sensible and level-headed. He is intelligent and strategic, but passionate about his worth, the ideal leader of a group such as the Resistance. Most of his time is spent plotting about Scarrow's downfall, but he does enjoy reading and jogging. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, but most people would be probably doubtful of his reliability if he never took things seriously, anyway.

He is mentally strong; it takes a lot to crack his defenses. Although he is not the biggest man around, he has a certain aura that exudes authority, and a single look from those slate-gray eyes can usually quell a boisterous soul. Firm and assertive, he can seem arrogant at times, and has a tendency to underestimate people's capability. Most of his trust is placed in himself, although he does his best to give the people of the Resistance jobs that are not just for little children. Adrian is generally well-rounded, someone who is easily dependable upon as a leader.

:| history |:

TYPE HERE

:| talents |:

He can keep his cool in a dire situation
He is sensible and level-headed

:| quirks |:

Whenever he opens a package, he does it as carefully as possible and tries not to rip it too much
He refuses to write with anything but a pen

:| fears |:

Knives give him a queasy feeling, no matter how innocently they're being used
The dark, though he would never admit it

:| other |:

None

:| username |:

>> sakorian r a g e}

:| nickname(s) |:

Sakki

:| activity |:

I'm active on weekends and holidays. Sometimes I can get on on weekdays, but it's usually just to check up on things.

:| other |:

None

:| full name |:

Damien Scarrow

:| gender |:

Male

:| age |:

Thirty two

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The bad guy The mastermind behind the whole scheme a.k.a. the leader of the captives

:| appearance |:

TYPE HERE

:| personality |:

There is no doubt that Damien is brilliant, but he has used his genius in all the wrong ways.

His pride for Aeterna is fierce and obvious. So fierce, in fact, that he has gone to immeasurable lengths to make it as perfect as possible. His passion blindsides him to the consequences of his project and makes him oblivious to the cruelty of his actions. "Evil" is not an accurate label for him, however despicable he may be.

At the top of the food chain and the shady mastermind that everyone in the city fears, Damien is brazen and confident. Through blackmail, he has assembled workers to do the dirty work for him while he stays locked in his own room. Every inch of his headquarters is kept under surveillance; his bluster has not made him any less cautious.

He is somewhat of a coward, but the only time that shows is when he is caught off guard. He prefers it behind the scenes, partly because it gives him privacy to work, partly because it adds to his mysterious deputation. He has little human interaction aside from bossing people around, and is not used to getting a reaction other than fear or respect. His social skills are a little rusty, but he successfully keeps up a cold but courteous manner.

Damien, in short, is a prime example of potential going wrong.

:| history |:

In his childhood Damien was no different from his classmates. He was a bright and charismatic student, winning over the teachers - and most adults, in fact - with his mild, contemplative nature. He never really had any friends, but he didn't mind. As an introverted individual even back then, he would devote all of his time to getting good marks and tinkering with scrap bits of machinery.

At the age of twelve, his life started veering off course.

He found that he could manipulate his teachers to his advantage and they would never suspect a thing because he was their star student. The other children, who had mainly been indifferent to him before, began to notice and resent him. When there were no adults around, they would bully and tease him. He never showed much of a reaction on the outside, but rage began to build up in him.

At fifteen, his parents and teachers finally began to notice the subtle change in him. At first glance, he was the same as ever, but something darker, more sinister became pronounced in him. He finished his education at an earlier age than usual. However, rather than move on to a respectable job as everyone had expected, he became even more reclusive, secluding himself with only the automatons he would occupy himself with repairing. It was in this phase of life that he began formulating the basis of his "project".

Soon enough, Damien found a job, much to the relief of his parents, who thought he had finally grown out of that phase. He moved out of the house with the money he had earned and a loan from his family. Rather than live in a house, however, he had gone to occupy an abandoned building at the very edge of Aeterna. He fixed it up soon enough, modifying it to his needs.

At the age of twenty eight, he began to take citizens hostage and put them through several tests he had developed. At the age of thirty, he detached a soul from its owner for the first time and fused it with a tracker. When he saw that his results were satisfactory, he began taking in more people. Sure enough, word soon spread of the strange young man who lived in an oddly high-security building. Then, fear followed, roaring like a bonfire. The officials that tried to force Damien out of his fortress were unsuccessful; his defenses were too strong.

To this day, he continues with his project, his sanity slowly slipping away unbeknownst to him.

:| talents |:

He has a way with machines
He's very smart, if you count that as a talent

:| quirks |:

His fingers are always moving, whether he be twiddling his thumbs, drumming them on a surface or fiddling with bits of metal
He likes sour candy

:| fears |:

The sight of his own blood nearly makes him faint
It unnerves him when one of his captives talks back to him, though you would never be able to tell

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None

:| username |:

>> sakorian r a g e}

:| nickname(s) |:

Sakki

:| activity |:

I'm active on weekends and holidays. Sometimes I can get on on weekdays, but it's usually just to check up on things.

:| other |:

None

:| full name |:

Findabhair Byrne

:| gender |:

Female

:| age |:

Seventeen

:| status |:

One of Scarrow's captives

:| appearance |:

Reference.

Findabhair stands at 5'5" and tips the scale at 114 pounds. She is just a little thin for age, but it only becomes pronounced in her narrow face and prominent cheekbones. Her skin is naturally pale, and she tans to a light gold before burning. Her arms are quite scrawny, her legs being the strongest. She is quick and nimble, and her slight build lets her slip into small spaces. She used to dance, and has good balance and is flexible. Years of ballet training have left her athletic and fit, although she has lost weight and some muscle mass since Scarrow's captives are not exactly fed properly.

She had straight auburn hair that fell to the middle of her back, although some of it was singed off in one of the tests, leaving it with a choppy cut and hanging a few inches past her shoulders. Her almond-shaped eyes are a pale, mint green, and have lost quite a bit of life ever since her capture. The curve of her mouth and the slope of her shoulders gives her an undoubtedly feminine look, but her angled eyebrows suggest that this body houses a once-lively spirit.

She has no body modifications and has always dressed practically, although she no longer has to make fasion choices since Scarrow's captives are issued a standard set of clothes. She has long fingers from several years of piano practice and a smile full of straight teeth - although it never shows much anymore. When Findabhair relaxes her mouth, it looks like she is frowning, but that is just the way her face is.

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Findabhair keeps a chilly distance from her fellow captives, sitting in the corner of her cell whenever there's a break from testing. Having never quite recovered from her kidnapping, she comes off as a bit of an ice queen despite her flaming coppery locks. Although she is more quiet than haughty and aloof, some make her out to be like that - which she sometimes is. She gets lonely easily, however, but is too shy do converse with the others and only responds when spoken to first, which further adds to the frosty reputation she has.

She spends her time thinking of the friends and family she left behind. Before her capture, she was quite the charismatic and friendly one, but it's taken a large toll on her personality. Sometimes you can catch her tapping out a piano tune on her lap with her fingers, leading her to look quite deranged - although you do need to be a little insane to survive so long inside your own head without going completely off the hook.

Findabhair gets lost in her own thoughts, and she's gone deep enough and you break her out her reverie, she can be rather snappy and rude. She has a way with her words, which can be venemous and honey-sweet in turn. She has never had a problem with lying, although the guilt often gets to her. Manipulative and deceptive at times, she is particularly determined; she can and will use these traits to get her way.

:| history |:

Findabhair grew up surrounded by a loving and encouraging family and a ring of close friends. She got good grades, the teachers seemed to like her respectful demeanor and her classmates were generally either neutral or friendly toward her. She starting playing the piano at the age of four, and she began ballet lessons at the age of five. By sixteen, she had completed her piano training and practiced in her free time, and was in the last year at her dance school. Life was better than ever, but she was soon kidnapped by Scarrow's cronies and taken to his headquarters. Her parents demanded information from the authorities, her younger brother had trouble sleeping at night and her friends were all concerned for her safety.

After growing up in such a privileged atmosphere, Findabhair did not adjust well. She found refuge within herself as her mind switched gears into survival mode. She is near unrecognizable from what she was a year before.

:| talents |:

She is fast, agile and flexible
She is quick-witted

:| quirks |:

She loves mint
She refuses to be addressed by anything but her full name
When she's nervous or distressed, her fingers twitch more than ever

:| fears |:

Findabhair fears a test that she cannot handle, yet at the same time the thought of Scarrow detaching her soul gives her shivers
Loneliness

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None