Wounded Skies

[Caroline Anne Fulchette]

Lol, hi. I'm not quite sure why I decided to name this role-play Wounded Skies. I think the name fits, as it's about the death and rebirth of the world. If the Earth is wounded, the sky is wounded. Oh, shut up. It sounded pretty.

Anyway, I'm still working on the plots. It's actually a sci-fantasy role-play. It's science fiction because of the futuristic time period, but it's fantasy because of the magic and the fantastical beings. I decided to put it in sci-fi, because I'm cool like that.

Just sit tight and wait for the finished plot. It'll come soon enough.

! Do not post until plot and rules are posted !

Thanks.

- Care

[Caroline Anne Fulchette]

-Plot-

Earth. Even in the prime of its life, it was a cesspool. No matter where you went, you were sure to encounter some trouble or another. Perhaps a gang would mug you, or maybe you’d be shot in a drive-by. The possibilities were – quite literally – endless. The same couldn’t be said for job opportunities and natural resources. It seemed that death was the ruler, and that it had eternity in the palm of its wicked hand. Out of all of the disgusting, filthy worlds in the universe, Earth was by far the most repulsive of them all. Many blame the mortals. Humans have never been very clean, well-mannered creatures, and very few of them possess higher intelligence. They fouled the air with their toxins and warped the minds of their youth, corrupting them at an early age. Still, no one species can take credit for Earth’s flaws. In a way, it is everyone’s doing.

When the trouble began, we’re not sure. Earth was always a planet plagued by disease and expiration, but things got worse as its life progressed. In retrospect, the trouble began when it was created, but – for the sake of the story – we shall say that it truly began with the creation of the Brotherhood. No-one can deny that they were an odd group. Group; what an unfitting term. It was more like a cult. This certain handful of individuals decided that humanity was on a one-way trip to Hell, and took matters into their own hands. Those who opposed them were strung up on crucifixes and either burned or beaten to death. They were the lucky ones. The Brotherhood often took captives and forced them into slavery. Most of the captured remained locked in cells until they withered. Very few escaped. The whole ordeal was ironic, really. The Brotherhood was formed to help the Earth, but all they did was destroy it.

When – at last – the dust settled, there was nothing significant left on the planet. Fires had ravaged the green lands, bombs had leveled the cities, and man had slain man. The blood-drenched soil was all that was left for the Brotherhood to protect. However, they, too, perished. The Earth was left unpopulated, save by only the smallest of mammals, such as rats and mice. Many reptilian species survived, and most species of insects. Felines had also managed to avoid the mass extinction, and a few of the canine family continued to roam the Earth’s ruined fields and forests. Through the slow passage of time and the nurturing of the Gods, the Earth re-grew its vegetation. Animals began to flourish and evolve; long extinct species came back into existence. The sky – wounded and bloody – shifted into a glorious shade of blue once again.

Then the Gods placed mortals back upon the planet. At first, it was thought that the Earth would retrogress into its previous state, a state of chaos and disaster. But the new mortals thrived on the reborn planet, and their world grew greater with every passing century. First carts, cars, spacecrafts; soon the Earth was filled with the twinkling lights of cities far more advanced than those of the days before the Brotherhood. Vehicles could fly, rockets had been melded with backpacks, metal creatures known as AIs appeared on the scene; the Gods were pleased with the mortals’ progression and decided that it was time to test their acceptance. They shaped and molded new beings, beings with magical properties and odd physical features.

These new creatures came in many different forms. Some resembled animals that walked upright, and others seemed to be only half human. Many looked like mythological creatures, centaurs and fauns and such. There were talking animals of greater intelligence than that of their silent cousins, and humans with animal ears, tails, and wings. Anything you can think of – anything at all – lived on that planet now, and the humans didn’t like it in the least. The new beings wished for peace and harmony amongst all races, but the mortals – oh, those stubborn, selfish mortals – craved individuality. They wanted the world for themselves. They were already sharing it with animals and plants. Why should they be forced to coexist with more inhuman creatures? It was their small-mindedness that brought the first recorded war about.

It started as territorial disputes. The humans divided all of their cities into quadrants. Quadrant 1 was typically for the rich mortals. Quadrant 2 housed the less-fortunate, and quadrant 3 was a hodgepodge of mortals and ‘Monsters’, as the humans had dubbed them. The fourth quadrant was for Monsters alone; no mortal dared set foot there. The peaceful beings accepted the division for a while, thinking that it was obviously for the best. The humans felt more comfortable this way, and they wanted their friends to be as comfortable as possible. The foundations of the system were shaken by a young man and his sister from Tokyo, Japan. Together, they waged a miniscule war on the humans. They gathered others of their kind, all of them tired of poor treatment. The groups made dashes into the first two quadrants daily, causing mayhem and generally disrupting the peace. Eventually, they had every Monster in every city following in their footsteps and the fighting escalated.

Weaponry began to advance further than it ever had, which was quite a depressing thought. Weapons had not been held in high regard since the rebirth of the Earth, and now they were being updated and equipped with new, deadlier technology so that they could kill. That was their only purpose: to kill. They served it well. As the years passed, more and more lives were lost. The mortals would pull ahead, and then the Monsters. It was a never-ending game of tug-of-war, and the Gods were growing weary of it. They put their heads together and whispered ancient words, words that would hopefully save the world. From these words came a pure being. He had hair made of sunlight and eyes created from the Earth itself. His scent was composed of every wildflower imaginable, intoxicating and exotic. The Gods placed the wondrous being upon the battle-scarred world gingerly, and gave him his objective. When he agreed, they gifted him with a name: Gaia.

Gaia approached the Monsters first. They were far more willing to end the war, and they immediately took to him like a child to its mother. They considered him their savior. He was a miracle-worker and was the perfect image of the Gods. He was the only flawless being alive, and would be the only one to ever grace the Earth. When he had quelled the Monsters’ anger, he went to the mortals. They were more reluctant to trust this newcomer. He looked human enough, but there was something otherworldly about him. The way his hair flowed and the way his skin seemed to glitter in the dimmest light; something was off. They found themselves drawn to Gaia, however, and soon accepted him into their midst. He became a beloved figure among the Monsters and the mortals, and he was – perhaps – the only thing keeping the war at bay. The two races shared one thing in common: their love for Gaia.

It’s funny how some things turn out. A mortal – perhaps one who was under the influence of a powerful drug – cornered the Child of the Gods one evening in late October. Gaia was raped and then brutally murdered. The police found him the next day and he was given a proper burial, one fit for a King. That was what he was. With their savior gone, the two races clashed again, but not as fiercely. It seemed that the memory of Gaia – of his patience and kindness – kept them from warring again. Tension hung heavy in the air; the Monsters and the mortals continued feuding. The quadrants were reinstated, and the Gods could do nothing but weep at the loss of their son and at the loss of their fight for the Earth’s purity. That was gone, long gone.

[Caroline Anne Fulchette]

-Rules-

1. No god-modeling.
2. No power-playing.
3. Cursing, violence, and romance are all fine. Romance should be kept PG-13, though.
4. Yaoi and yuri pairings are allowed, but are not required.
5. You may be a mortal or a Monster. Some mortals do accept Monsters, and some Monsters do accept mortals. You'd be hard-pressed to find one, though.
6. This is a futuristic setting. That means go crazy and imaginative with the futuristic devices. The role-play will take place in Tokyo in the various quadrants and districts.
7. Don't complain about Gaia being a perfect character. He's not in the actual role-play, so he cannot be a mary-sue/gary-lou. He's simply perfect in the plot and in the memories of those loyal to him.
8. No, "You killed my father", shit unless you discuss it with the other role-play member first.
9. You may have as many characters as you can handle.
10. Do not randomly stray from the plot with crap that has nothing to do with it.
11. The year is 9008, exactly 7000 years after the destruction of the Earth, which was in 2008.
12. Monsters are any inhuman creatures you can imagine.
13. Be original and use OCs (original characters). Do not use characters from books/movies/games.
14. No chat-speak In Character.
15. Use spell-check on whatever writing program you have. This is the advanced role-play section, and I want good grammar and proper spelling.
16. I have the power to expel you from the role-play if you break a rule.
17. Be open-minded, as there may or may not be gay/bisexual/transexual characters in the role-play. There may also be incest, rape, homicide, and other such things. Keep an open mind.
18. Post 'Afalopsypopsy' to join.
19. Post 'Flibbittygibbit' to let me know you've read and understand the rules.
20. Questions will be asked through the PM system.

You may post now.

- Care

[RoxyWolf]

Afalopsypopsy - How do I even say that?
Flibbittygibbit - I can say that one.
May I join, Care-san?

[Caroline Anne Fulchette]

Holy crap, someone wants to join.

Yes. You may join! <3