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Perhaps it was the wrath of the Gods that caused the sky to rain fire that day, my memory can not recall. Earth was once a simple, peaceful place for centuries at times, however humans became greedy, selfish, lazy, violent, forgetting what was truely important in life. The Gods become furious watching mankind destroy everything they worked so hard to make, and so they attacked, killing off over half of humanity and, punishment for the rest.. those left alive were enslaved, now long gone, and so we are their descendants. The earth was.. I guess you can say reborn, species evolved, including some of the humans, greater technology, that which was not destroyed but rather advanced, and creatures men thought only exsisted in old tales began to show up, no needing to hide. And so the gods decided upon a new idea... 'Why not enslave the humans to these, their betters of old?' Thus their will was done... however, there are those humans who resist, in secret and silence, gathering their army to claim what is rightful theirs... Earth.


Enigma is where most citizens live now, being one of the very seldom sanctuaries from the outside world, which has in the recent years degenerated into wastelands of nature and barbaric creatures, not all of which are inhuman. Enigma is divided into four primary sectors.
West end:
This is where every day life happens, for those who can afford it. It is quite a bit more expensive than the slums, having those technological advancements that the Hierarchy felt safe to offer those who live there.
East end :
The Entertainment District, where the modern 'stars' spend most of their time, and also where the Chaos Federation has most of their secret operations. It has a fair portion technology on some parts, but that which Humans are regularly allowed in has minor technology, but is for the most part little better than the slums.
North end:
The North end is built on a higher elevation than the rest of the city, bordered by walls of the most technological and magical nature thus far constructed, for the purposes of keeping the undesirables out. For here is where the Hierarchy of Elders resides, with those who they deem of the highest society. Very few humans make it here, and those that do, are almost always indoctrinated regularly by the Hierarchy to ensure they know who's side they are on.
South end/Slum:
This is where most of humanity has found itself after thousands of years of prosperity and technology. When the city was built by the enslaved, they were carefully monitored to not include any technology in this area; for this is where they and their families were destined to live. While in the days after the Gods rule, the Elders had some sympathy for certain strains of human lineage, most families still find themselves living in a perpetual Medieval state.



Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Attire/Apperance:
Race: [Note: Humans either belong to the group Chaos or are slaves]
Gender:
Occupation: [Also if your an Elder or anything that has a specific rank please state it here]
Location: [ Optional.. though it would be nice to know where you live xD ]
A Brief History:
Other: [ Optional ]



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Only four Elders and one Leader of Chaos will be allowed. If you'd like to be on of the following please PM Aderas or myself C:
[Note: ..Please don't be offended if you are not chosen to be Elder or Leader of Chaos... I really dont want someone to abuse their power knowing they have a whole city/army at hand.. not saying the reason why you werent chosen is that it will be on a first come first serve basis.]

The Hierarchy

[ The Hierarchy ]
First Elder : [ Taluna (Imogen) ]
Second Elder: [ Li (Anima) ]
Third Elder : [ Nal'et (Valekor) ]
Fourth Elder: [ Daidora-Pending (Jack_Shade) ]

Leader of the Chaos Federation: [ --- ] (Currently, without leadership.)


~Rules
1) No God moding at all! God Moders will castrated and strapped to a nuke o: [ If you have any problems with God moderrsss please just let Aderas or myself know C:]
2) Try to make more than at least three posts a week, its unfair to everyone else if they have to wait around. Also try not to post to fast a well, give others a chance to catch up [ Do let someone know if something comes up and you cant post ]
3) You must ask to kill/control another persons character.
4) HAVE LOTS OF FUN AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS : D
5) Please do not hold rapid conversations in the Thread; Take them to the Chat Service we have on the site (Typing /join #Enigma will take you to the private chat for the RP) and copy the conversation when it ends, to be put into a suitable post. If assistance is needed, contact either Aderas, or ConvolutedMusings, both of which have offered to assist in that regard.

Name: Nachytsm Encaitar
Age: Unknown
Attire/Apperance: Usually wears old, dark clothing, with a large cloak covering everything except his head. He is quite tall, being seven foot three, and has long black hair tied in a ponytail. He is also quite muscular, a fact that is likewise covered by his cloak, though comes as no surprise considering his size. His body is covered in many visible scars from various wounds throughout the ages, and his eyes irises are black, like his pupils. He has some rugged facial hair, and little else in the way of remarkable features.
Race: While he appears human most of the time, he no longer has any claim to humanity.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Unknown. He seems to take an odd job here or there, but mostly stays out of the public view.
Location: One of the older houses near the center of the slums is where he lives.
A Brief History: Nachytsm has been around, at the very least, since before the enslavement of humanity. For a while he would occasionally take up a new identity for those who might have kept track on him, however when civilization was overthrown, he assumed his normal identity of Nachytsm Encaitar. He has remained mostly quiet, and has no friends or groups that he is a part of, and nobody has been particularly interested in attempting to make friends with him. For all intensive purposes, he is a loner.
Other: He bears several weapons; he was allowed to keep (Or perhaps liberated) a bow, an arming sword, a claymore, and a large slab of metal covered in spikes, which he passes for a shield. Normally they would appear to be simply weapons, though of a fine make. When wielded by Nachytsm however, and on closer inspection, runes become visible.

What sort of races are we allowed? Or is it a free-for-all? =D *Coughcoughlatterpleasecoughcough* >><<>>

I think it's mostly open, as long as it's nothing too out there.

Any race you want my dear =P

Why thank you. =3 Now I shall get on a profile...

Name: Morticus "Mort" Darkspine

Age: Over 4000

Attire/Appearance: Being one of the Heirarchy, Morticus rarely exercises. This shows in his lean, serpentine figure, almost like a snake with legs. His scales are onyx, which have the strange ability to either absorb or reflect light, though he usually prefers the former. His scales are smooth, with no spikes at any points, always prim and well-kept. He raises his long neck high, as if to make up for his lack of muscular tone, and displays his smooth, clean head with pride, with neat, clean rows of teeth and long, curved horns above small, pointed ears. His eyes are either yellow or pitch black, the latter of which whenever he uses magic. Thus, in total darkness he can not be seen.

Race: Dragon

Gender: Male

Occupation: 3rd Elder

Location: Perhaps the third or second best 'home' (if such a simple term can describe it) in the North End.

A Brief History: A mediator since his birth, the middle child of a nest of dragons, Morticus lived most of his life as a peaceful dragon, staying far in the back of caves, never found by humans. Never one to fight, Morticus learned to use his tongue more than any other muscle, quickly becoming an orator when the 'reveal' of magical beings began, rising to the top with much support. However, several things from his past kept him front gaining the uppermost position in the Hierarchy. First is that throughout his time before the reveal, he was a human sympathizer, never one to harm or kill one, and occasionally making contact under certain circumstances. He denounced all claims to this, but, apparently, the rumors had done their damage. Not that they weren't true--he was and still is a sympathizer, but hides it in the most simple way ever: owning slaves himself. Morticus has perhaps the largest contingent of slaves in all of the city, each supposedly paid poorly and rarely--sometimes never--leaving their quarters on Mort's property. However, in reality, they are treated relatively well, as compared to other slave owners.

Other: [ Optional ]

Okay, you pointed it out. I guess I'll join up.

Name: Sandra Bowman

Age: 25

Attire/Appearance: She wears whatever she can get her hands on. She is skilled in making clothes, so she often changes her attire just by taking her clothing apart and remaking it. Her usual fare is light and easy to move in. She is accustomed to making everything by hand; thus her hands are rough and worn. She is ambidextrous. She has bright blue eyes, but they have dulled over time in light of her difficult life. She is 5'6'', pale complexion and has auburn hair that is usually tied back in a severe ponytail. She keeps herself clean, but no amount of water can keep the weathered look from her features. If her life wasn't what it was, she might even be considered pretty, if not a little plain.

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Occupation: Builder

Location: South End

A Brief History: Sandra's parents died when she was still young. It wasn't an uncommon story, and instead of spending her time grieving, she put herself to work learning her parent's trade - the unappreciated art of building. She could build almost anything, but her talents were squandered on merely repairing the damage that seemed to be everywhere in the slums. She always did what she had to to get by, but she made as decent of a living as one could being in the worst section of the South End. She had learned quickly to defend herself - one could not live without either fear or power in a place where there was nothing to lose. Learning to use all of the tools of her trade led into her knowledge of basic weaponry, and she was skilled with a knife and could turn a number of tools into an impromptu weapon when the need arose, which was often the case in South End. She didn't kill for enjoyment like some of the sick bastards that populated the lesser areas of South End, but she did kill when it was necessary, and she became known well enough that most people just left her to her own devices. It was only the really sick bastards that would approach her now. It was amazing what that sort of life could do to people, and while some made the best of it, there were always those who made matters worse. She had her pets killed and eaten enough times to know better than to own them. She felt a sense of pride in her work, aside from the evils that daily life brought, because it was what her ancestors had done before her, and as she shaped things with her own hands, she felt the strength and the sorrow of the past flowing through her. One day, using that strength and fueled by that sorrow, she vowed to overcome those who had oppressed her kind all those years ago. That's why she was secretly training...

Other: She carries two knives at all times, but will attack with whatever she has in her hand if need be. One knife is strapped to her left forearm and one to her right thigh. She does not attack without provocation, but she is swift and unrepentant when threatened. She is seldom, if ever, sentimental. She will kill man, woman and child alike if they present a real threat to her. She hopes to be noticed by the organization that wants to fight the oppression, and she currently has a very deadly reputation among her corner of South End, and it is said that she is known by at least a few all throughout Enigma.

You are accepted Vyrwolf however being 3rd Elder is a big thing =P what you minddd PMing me? some questions before you are granted elderr x3

Bwahha! you are accepted Hostilecrayon and I shall join your RP soon too! x3

Sure, go ahead and PM me. :3

I have a tendency to either play a top dog or an underdog, heh. This RP screams underdog at me, so I had to make this crazy BA girl who is a simple builder. I couldn't help myself! XD

You issh accepted Blackfang =3

Name: Sevick Dirk
Age: 25
Attire/Apperance:

Race: human
Gender: male
Occupation: Leader of Chaos Federation
Location: South side/Slums
A Brief History: Sevick was raised by his Grandfather The former leader of the Chaos Federation after both his parents were killed in a misson for the CF. He was 7 years old when this happened and this memory has haunted him all his life. This causes him not to speak of his past so to keep his mind from this memory.
From the age of 7 he learned all he could from his grandfather until they sad day he passed away. His grandfather's last wish was that Sevick take his place.
other: Sevick only trusts the higher ups in the CF and his elite guard. Sevick is a pyromancer though he rarely uses this power so as not to bring unwelcomed attention to himself.

Name: Li
Age: 352
Attire/Apperance: Li has dark, dark brown skin and bright blue hair that almost seems translucent at time, eyes to match, and a pair of wings of the same color. She wears long, golden colored robes (with slits in the back for her wings), but no jewelry.
Race: Siren (though she doesn't necessarily have to sing for you to feel what she wants you to feel)
Gender: Female
Occupation: Elder(?)
Location: North End
A Brief History: Li was brought up after the reveal, during the reign of her people. Her parents were endlessly protective and posessive of her, but never that loving. She learned quickly to be self-dependant in those circumstances. When her parents were killed in a human uprising, she retaliated quickly and sharply without thinking. The rest of her people approved of this action and she rose quickly through the hierarchy.

Iced Fire, your character is hot. Seriously.

Sandra's not in the CF yet. Perhaps you could discover her, oh Chaos leader.

She's not hard to find. She tends to leave a bloody path. Heh heh.

Name: Hunter Killer

Age: 360

Attire/Appearence:
He is the tallest of his race at 12' 3" tall. He, like the rest of his race, has four arms and has his armor and faceplate fused to his being. His breathing at translator unit are built into his faceplate, so it appears as though he is speaking the language, when he is actually talking in his own language. He is incredibly strong. Has the ability to rotate his neck 270 degrees around his head, in either direction. His skin, where the armor isn't fused is charred black and is knotted with exposed, toughened muscle, mixed with portions of his bone to form an outershell called a carapace. Above his faceplate is a helmet device that sheilds his hearing so he can function in the world with risk of death. His second pair of arms are right below the first pair, growing a few inches away, the bone structure can be traced back to the top sets of the ribs on the side.

Race: Dal'Ngoth (Not a race that origonally exhisted on Earth.)

Gender: Male, Like most of his race (there are almost no Females in his race at all.)

Occupation: Head of the Primary Military Force on Earth, answerable only to the Elders and the Gods. He is also responsible for the guard forces that overwatch Human activity in all Locations, but are concentrated heavily in the South end, making sure no illegal technology is in the humans' possetion.

Location: His HQ is in the North End, but he has facilities and bases in every location.

A Brief History:
Hunter Killer is the 18th clone of the Dal'Ngoth Military Leader. His kind are not from Earth origonally, but found it by accident while searching for their home world. The entire Dal'Ngoth race is, and still are, clones... The Humanoid ancestors of the Dal'Ngoth could no longer reproduce at one point in their history, resulting in mass cloning to keep the population alive, this is why there are so few Female Dal'Ngoth. On one particular territory planet, whoes conditions were to harsh to live on the surface so the facilities were built under the topside. They eventually moved to the surface, evolving into one of two beings: The Sentient Dal'Ngoth and the half-sentient Dol'Ngorn.

There was a third group, the Del'Ngeln, made up of anyone who refused to go topside and evolve, rather to try and be "normal." They grew to fear the Dol'Ngorn, using the Dal'Ngoth as mecenaries and exterminators. But they refused to acknowledge their brilliance and soon grew fearful of them as well. The Del'Ngeln used a form of sonic/biological warfare to try and kill the Dal'Ngoth. In responce the Dal'Ngoth did a mass extermination of the Del'Ngeln.

After taking control of the whole planet, the Dal'Ngoth used the space technology, left by their ancestors, and began to search the stars. After they found Earth, they showed their strength and military powers and were granted control of the defences on the planet. While they argued for a seat on the Elders, claiming they should have a military figure within their ranks, these requests were declined, but their military leader was placed only under the conrol of the Elders and the Gods. The Dal'Ngoth brought the Dol'Ngorn with them. These 10' long devils have six legs, no sight but incredibly sensitive hearing and smell. They also have a 6' long tale made from a fussion of their bones and the armor their humanoid forms once wore. They speak the same half-bark, half-click language the Dal'Ngoth use, but they speak mostly mindless nonsense. Their forms also have twisted spines, which used to be altered bones, that can be fired from their bodies, penetrating almost any armor, if the right muscle groups are contracted.

With the Dol'Ngorn as a form of guard dog, the Dal'Ngoth asserted their military and guard abilities within decades. During that time the Dol'Ngrul were created, the "grown up" form of the Dol'Ngorn. The Dol'Ngrul were more sentient than the Dol'Ngorn and used to "control" their mindless, younger, species.

The Dal'Ngoth do not use their real names with any outsiders, even the Elders or the Gods... Instead they use code names to address each other, once used to determin their skill on their homeworld. Hunter Killer is an honor term, since in his origonal life he brought the Dal'Ngoth from the ashes and defeated the Del'Ngeln. He personally has two Dol'Ngrul at his sides at all times, even if called to see the Elders.

other: The true strength and resilience of the Dal'Ngoth is only known by them and a few Elders and the Gods. So no Human knows if its even physically possible for the Dal'Ngoth to be killed in combat.

The Dol'Ngorn, the mindless half of the species, is not restrained or under the control of two Dal'Ngoth can kill anything, even Hunter Killer, if he allowed it to get an advantage. They also have a hunger for flesh and blood that cannot be satisfied.

hostilecrayon wrote:Iced Fire, your character is hot. Seriously.

Sandra's not in the CF yet. Perhaps you could discover her, oh Chaos leader.

She's not hard to find. She tends to leave a bloody path. Heh heh.

thanks, and don't be surpirsed if you have CF scouts checking you out at some time maybe we can work out how we meet in pm or something.

Hunter_Killer wrote:
Attire/Appearence:
He is the tallest of his race at 12' 3" tall. He, like the rest of his race, has four arms and has his armor and faceplate fused to his being. His breathing at translator unit are built into his faceplate, so it appears as though he is speaking the language, when he is actually talking in his own language. He is incredibly strong. Has the ability to rotate his neck 270 degrees around his head, in either direction. His skin, where the armor isn't fused is charred black and is knotted with exposed, toughened muscle, mixed with portions of his bone to form an outershell called a carapace. Above his faceplate is a helmet device that sheilds his hearing so he can function in the world with risk of death. His second pair of arms are right below the first pair, growing a few inches away, the bone structure can be traced back to the top sets of the ribs on the side.

and to hunter killer the bigger they are the harder they fall

I PM'd you. ^.^

I can't wait for the IC. I wanna post already! XD