Age of the Machine ((Semi-Lit Steampunk RP! OPEN!))

[ossa di cervo]

I was the best before all this. They wanted me in this war. No, they didn't want me, they needed me. They needed our division. At the time, only a few of us still survived. We were the trained Bloodletters. Bloodlettering was a practice that ended long ago because no one approved. But the Bloodletters of today learned from grandparents, uncles, aunts, we learned and kept it hidden. Then the government found us. They forced us into the way with the threat of announcing us as Bloodletters, then having us killed. So we listened and helped in the war We slaughtered mercilessly, until the enemy found out about us. They hunted us down, killing only when we were alone, but they didn't know about the doctors. They had no idea that we were being preserved for the later future...

Intro:
"Kisssshhhh.." The sound of a time sealed capsule opening makes the walls of the dirty brown room shudder. A sudden mist is upon the people as the dry ice reacts to the air. "Careful man, careful. We don't want another death." The thick British voice can be heard all over the room. The sound of tearing plastic, heaters rumbling to life and the drip and slosh of liquid drowns all voices or sounds out. A sudden gasp is heard and a frail, pale, red-haired girl falls from the capsule. "Hurry men! Get the girl some clothes and move her to the heaters! Don't let another die! We must win!" Several men rush around the room, gathering clothes and moving heaters. As the noise dies down, the heavy panting of the girl can be heard as whispers rose around her, "Can you believe it? We've got a Bloodletter, she's alive!" Once the girl gained consciences, the world around her takes form, making her shudder in terror. The men around her are all draped in white, from the protective masks on their faces to the brilliant shoes on their feet. All of them, expect one. The one that stood out to the girl was the man in the long brown waistcoat with the tall top-hat, gleaming green eyes and bushy mustaches. He stood over the girl with an odd lopsided, devilish grin, "Finally.." The girl saw the look in his eye and her own eyes widened and she pushed herself back into the chair, gripping tightly at the arms. Something was different about this and she could tell. She was a trained assassin and she was afraid of a man she didn't even know. "My dear, what is your name?" The man's voice reached the terrified girl's ears and she could do nothing but answer, "Zilya Withers.." The man with the mustache and overcoat smiled then, showing all of his crocodile teeth and it was then that Zilya saw. He was part machine. The girl glanced around, her eyes cast over every living body within the room. To her shock, she was hit with the sudden realization that there were only two living bodies in that room. Her and the man with the mustache, now the man with the mechanical jaw. He reached forward, cupping her chin in his hands, "You're in very fine condition, Zilya.. I'd like to welcome you into the new age. The age where brute strength over powers wit. As you may have noticed," his sparkling, teasing eyes looked down at her left leg and he placed a hand on her knee before bringing his eyes back up. Zilya panicked a little. She couldn't feel anything, she could see it fine though. She knew that his hand was pressed against her knee and she saw that his grip was tightening by the moment, "Zilya, my dear, my Bloodletter, we had to save you somehow.. And without the ability to walk.. You would've been useless.." His eyes cast about the room and Zilya followed his lead, noticing the piles of bodies scattered within the room. She gripped the arms of the chair again. Dead bodies. Everywhere. She recognized a few and the grief mixed with shock overcame her body, "What's going on here...?" Zilya's words were quiet as she looked back up at the man with the mechanical jaw. "Well, dear Zilya, the Bloodletters are returning but the toll is coming as well. Many of them have died out.. But we're still opening a few.. Many more have yet to come into this world.." He winked as he spread his arms wide open, his crocodile grin returning, "Welcome, Zilya, to the Age of the Machine. The past will be rewritten."

Basics:
If you've read this far, I applaud you, even though it isn't a horribly long intro. When I first started to put this down, I didn't think I wanted both parts on this, but I thought you'd be missing out if I left a part out. Anyhow, this RP is a Steampunk RP. If you don't know what Steampunk is, I suggest you look it up because I'm horrid at explaining things. Anyways, basically, you would play out a war veteran or as our little story likes to call them, a Bloodletter. You're a trained assassin but you were fatally wounded in a war and the doctors had to freeze you in time because they had no other way to save you. You were born into the time when technology was just beginning to rise and new things were being invented almost everyday (Sort of like the present day, kinda, sorta) but you wake up in what you think is the past. But it's the future, Mr. Dillians will assure you of that. (Mr. Dillians is the guy with the mustache/mechanical jaw) You're now stuck in this Victorian future and you're trying to find your way home. Anyhow, feel free to PM me if you are confused in any way and I'll try to clear things up as best as possible. <3

Rules:

1. Chat speak = No, no.
2. Godmobing also = No, no.
3. Must be approved before RPing. I'm going to be really picky about this RP cause I spent so much time obsessing with and/or writing it up.
4. Please one paragraph+ per post. This is semi-lit. I expect slightly beefy paragraphs.
4.5. Put a link to a favorite song in the 'Other:' section of your form so I know you've read the rules. ^^
5. Please keep the genders as equal as possible.
6. Even though your character is going to be a Bloodletter, that doesn't mean they have super uber powers. You got shot in war. You obviously have SOME weaknesses. (Refer to #2)
7. As many characters as you can handle. I will say something if it gets a bit over-board though. You have been warned.
8. Please try not to mess with the forms to much. I've set them up a certain way for a reason. :3 Just delete the parenthesis.

The Form:

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[center][size=100](Insert a picture of your character here. Realistic pictures only please. <3)[/size]
[b]Physical Description:[/b]

[b]Name:[/b] (First and last please)
[b]Age:[/b] (No kiddies please. They're assassins in war. ;>.>)
[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]History:[/b] (Must be at least two paragraphs long. If this section is too short, I will not accept you into this RP.)

[b]Personality:[/b] (Must be at least two paragraphs long. If this section is too short, I will not accept you into this RP.)

[b]Other:[/b] (Any mechanical limbs or anything?)[/center]

The Bloodletters:
Character Name-Gender-Age-Username-Page
Zilya Withers - Female - 21 - Zmija - 1
Kuper Maines - Male - 23 - Zmija - 1
Ari McCaughlly - Female - 20 - Koru Dreamer - 1
Juno Smorden - Male - 22 - Atomic Blue - 2
Genevieve Bolet - Female - 22 - Ǥ.Я.Є.Є.И - 6

[ossa di cervo]

Physical Description:
Zilya has a pale frame with long red hair. Her brown eyes burn with eagerness and willing. She's an average height for a women and she doesn't tend to keep herself very tidy. That doesn't mean she doesn't care for hygiene though, she just doesn't care what she looks like. When her hair is up she tends to leave strands loose, and lumps all over her scalp. Her nails are short due to her tendency to chew on them and her shoes are sometimes, if not always, left untied.

Name: Zilya Withers.
Age: 21.
Gender: Female.
History:
Zilya is one of the few Bloodletters that grew up without parents. She was an orphan. She had a hard time coping with the fact that her parents didn't care about her and left her to live her life alone. Zilya didn't like to believe that some adult could live with knowing that they had a daughter somewhere but they couldn't see her. She lived her whole life as a scared, quiet kid, not bothering to put the effort into friends because she believed they would abandon her as her parents did.
That was when Mrs. Stark, the owner of the orphanage, found Zilya. Mrs. Stark saw the power that was burning behind Zilya's eyes. Mrs. Stark slowly became closer and closer to Zilya. Soon, before Zilya even knew what was happening, she had a friend. Zilya began to unfold before Mrs. Stark. She shared all her secrets, her wishes, her dreams, everything. Then, just as stealthily as Mrs. Stark had become friends with Zilya, she began to teach her. She taught her the ways of the assassin and Zilya caught on quick. This was what she was meant to do.
When Zilya had learned all she could, Mrs. Stark approached her and told her, "Zilya, you must listen to me.. I've been teaching you.. You're a Bloodletter now. You mustn't tell anyone. Not a soul. The only reason I've taught you all this is because I knew your parents. They left you here in hopes that you wouldn't have to go through the torture they did. But they're lost now.. I need you to find them.. They've always been so close to me.." Since that day, all Zilya has been able to think about was her parents. And to this day, she searches endlessly for them.

Personality:
Zilya is simply stern and cautious. She likes to be a leader of groups and tends to be a bit headstrong. She believes what she will and no one can change that. Growing up in an orphanage taught her a lot and she tends to use the experience as a reference quite a bit. Zilya believes that no one has really had it as hard as she has and in that sense, she can be a bit selfish. A lot of the time, when listening to other's stories, she just rolls her eyes and says she's seen worse. Zilya also has her moments where she's very hotheaded. She gets angry over silly misunderstandings and she likes to get vicious. Rather then using gossip to her advantage, she'll say what she has that's rude to someone's face, snickering as she leaves.
Under the rough exterior, Zilya is a sweet, shy girl. She grew up that way and she still clings to those feelings. She's actually terrified of what people think of her and she wonders why she does the things she does everyday. She doesn't really understand why she is that way and sometimes wants to change that and get to know more people.

Other: Has a mechanical leg.
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Physical Description:
Kuper is a little on the OCD side. His dark hair is always perfectly brushed and clean and he always smells the same. It's not a bad smell, it's quite the opposite. More often then not, Kuper is wearing a suit that is perfectly lint and crease free. He wears a small necklace with a locket, but it's rarely ever seen. Kuper stands up straight with his shoulders back and his narrow, glinting, blue eyes in constant motion.

Name: Kuper Maines.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.

History:
Kuper grew up in a rich family, in a rich neighborhood and went to a rich private school. He was an only child, therefore got the spoils of his parents' love. Kuper never had to do chores because he grew up with a maid and his parents declared that every Friday would be a "fun" day. A day in which Kuper gets endless amounts of attention, presents for no apparent reason, and usually got to skip that day of school. Whenever his birthdays rolled around, Kuper didn't really notice any difference. On the Friday fun days, his presents consisted of money, clothes, or a few games. On his birthdays, he usually always got a new puppy, some expensive game stations, a rare horse or two, or the occasional car. On one rare birthday though, his grandmother dropped into town. He'd never really met her because his own mother couldn't stand the lady.
Kuper spent endless hours with his grandma, learning about who she was, how she lived, and at one point he listened to his grandma vent about how awful his parents were bringing him up. Kuper didn't mind though, he loved this new experience. With his parents nothing was ever new. It was just a daily repeated process. His grandmother agreed to drop by and visit Kuper once or twice every two weeks and Kuper was thrilled with the idea. Upon one of these visits his grandmother abruptly asked Kuper if he knew what Bloodlettering was. Of course, Kuper said no, and his grandmother's response was that or urgency. She claimed that Kuper had to learn Bloodletter to keep the classification alive and that she had to teach him now before it was too late... before she passed away. Kuper wasn't fond of the idea, but he went ahead with it anyway. If it made his grandmother happy and kept her visiting, he'd do anything.

Personality:
Kuper never really grew up learning how to have empathy for another Human. He just learned about himself. That's all her cared about. Ever. Expect his grandmother and occasionally Max, but then, who wouldn't care for their only source of company and escape from the usual? The few lovers Kuper has ever had he didn't really think of as lovers. He faked everything. His emotion, his concern, his sympathy. He could never muster the feeling. Because of this, Kuper made a fine warrior or sorts.
The one thing Kuper was fantastic at was killing. That and being rude. Kuper was a pro at being horribly rude. Since the war though, something has changed Kuper. He can be found a lone with Max, holding a small locket that dangles from the thin, gold chain around his neck. Although he has changed, Kuper tries his best to deny any difference in him since before the war started and gets angry rather quick with someone that wants to take his bet on the change.

Other: Mechanics reach from his waist to his shoulder on the right side of his body. He got rather mangled in the past war but the wound just barely missed his heart, allowing the doctors to just barely save him.
Kuper has seven dogs, nine horses, five cats, and four rats. His dog Max came with him to the war and was even preserved with him.

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[beekind]

Physical Description:Ari is rather...small,though she prefers not to speak about it. She stands only 5'5 and is lean from her years fighting in the war. She has fiery red hair that would hand to her shoulders if she ever let it down,which she rarely does. The right side of her face excluding her eye and hair is completely Mechanical. on her back there's a tattoo of a large black eagle with it's wings extended wearing a crown. In one claw it's holding a scepter and in the other,an orb. It is her family's crest.Her eyes are a piercing shade of greenish-blue.

Name:Ari McCaughlly
Age:20
Gender:Female

History: Ari was born in the normal way with average parents and a medium sized family,but everything changed when she turned seven. Her uncle Steven was visiting one day when her sat her down at a table and asked her if she'd like to learn bloodlettering.She'd been hearing this words her whole life from aunts,uncles,grandparents,cousins,but never anyone outside the family. Naturally she was curious and he taught her just about everything he knew,and from that point on,she was never the same little kid anymore. She took to dressing in all black and pulling her hair pack into severe buns to keep it our of her face. She started imposing her presence on others and taking up an 'Alpha' mentality.

But,she was to set in her ways. Ari would always describe her life in two parts:Pre-bloodletter and Post-bloodletter,but there was about to be a new chapter:War. She was dragged out of bed in the dead of the night with her younger and older siblings and forced outside into the snow. They were told they were committing one of the gravest crimes worthy of death by an officer of the law. Ari fought the most to get free,even still,in the end she was forced to go to war as well. Her youngest sibling,a girl named Jenna hadn't even reached 13 yet and was being forced to kill people. It was in one such battle that Ari was killed. She was fighting and something went horribly wrong. One of the enemy had found out about them,the bloodletters,and was killing all of them first. Half of Ari's face was completely destroyed and she died.

Personality:Ari's pretty much the most neutral person to ever walk the face of the earth. She's usually calm in the face of adversary,though in the heat of battle goes in to a sort of blind rage.She loves all her family members to death and would do absolutely anything for them,right down to taking a bullet.Though it might not seem like it on the outside,Ari is extremely shy and introverted. She doesn't like being around a bunch of people,as they make her nervous.She tries to meet new people and be friendly to them when they first meet,but she finds it difficult.

As to the side of Ari that rarely comes out: When she's in a battle she tends to get an almost over powering sense of anger that makes her want to fight.She hates it when she gets angry as she's not yet found a way to channel her anger into something positive. When she gets angry,she tends not to care who she hurts or why,she just feels an need to take it out on something and that target has almost always been the enemy,but,it only took one time of her slipping up and getting reckless to almost die.

Other:The right side of her face excluding her eye is completely mechanical.
Prelude 12/21: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGBFS_MxuWs

[Kites]

Physical Description: Standing at 6ft2, Tamesis is a tall guy, with a muscular frame. His short near black hair was inherited from his father, and his deep green eyes from his mother. He carries several scars, including a large knife wound from his waist to his shoulder. He lost both of his arms in an explosion during the war.

Name: Tamesis Daniel Williams
Age: 26
Gender: Male

History: (Must be at least two paragraphs long. If this section is too short, I will not accept you into this RP.)

Personality: (Must be at least two paragraphs long. If this section is too short, I will not accept you into this RP.)

Other: Both his arms are mechanical
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Physical Description: Morgan has always been petite, standing at 5ft4 with long messy brown hair. Her eyes are light blue

Name: Morgan Eva Lovett
Age: 20
Gender: Female

History: (Must be at least two paragraphs long. If this section is too short, I will not accept you into this RP.)

Personality: (Must be at least two paragraphs long. If this section is too short, I will not accept you into this RP.)

Other: She is blind, but she has an amazing sense of hearing.

[wickedwolfgirl]

((I will join soon. Amazing idea!))

[ossa di cervo]

LessThanThree: Sure thing!

wickedwolfgirl: Thanks! :3 <3

[ossa di cervo]

Bump!(:

[beekind]

((After I add my physical description and pic am I accepted?))

[ossa di cervo]

You'd just be missing one thing. ^^ Read the rules once or twice more.

[ossa di cervo]

Bump!(: