History

Back in the days of the Gods, a boy was born. The first man ever to walk the planet Viru, the Gods name him Initium. This boy was to be nearly immortal, living until the Gods who created him died. During the thousands of years he had before the rest of humanity arose, the boy (soon a man) began training. He would defend the Gods, be their infinite protector, for their lives, are his...

Focus of the RP

The two sides of humanity are now fighting over whether to kill the gods, or save them. Humanity as a whole has become far beyond what the Gods originally intended it to be. As the Gods' power wanes, many a man and women step up to defend them, while others seek their imminent doom. Which side will you fight for?

Time Period

This RP will consist of the two sides, Kristo and Anti-Kristo, fighting each other. Kristo wants to protect the Gods until they die naturally (a couple thousand years from now), while Anti-Kristo wants humanity to be in complete control of the world of Viru.

The Kristo are endowed with their power by the gods. They use a form of magic, similar to the force in Star Wars, to fight, as well as blades and bows.

The Anti-Kristo are far more advanced than the Kristo, using guns that are measurable to those of the modern guns these days. They however, still use horseback as a method of transport. As there is no suitable fuel for vehicles on the planet Viru.

So if you join the Kristo, you follow the less modern ways of life. If you join the Anti-Kristo, you get to fight with modern weapons and live in urban areas.



The story begins with the stage set on the border between the two warring factions. Animals that sleep tonight may not wake up tomorrow, the two armies are going at it intensly. No one outside the armies dare enter the area, for fear of being caught in the crossfire. The surrounding hillsides are silent, for tonight the Gods are watching.

Echo Sukaida was prone on a hill just outside the fighting, watching...waiting...for a shot that might mean something. For some Kristo commander to let his gaurd down for half a second. He knew the chances of this shot coming up were slim to none, but he couldn't resist.

His horse that was tied to a tree behind him suddenly reared up, scaring the living shit out of Echo. Echo stood up, grabbed his Desert Eagle, and turned to face the disturbance. It seemed a lone squad had discovered his position...bad move.

He dove into the woods, rolling and shooting as he moved through the trees. His shots all hit home, these men were very inexperience with their Magicks. The men fell to the ground, dead.

Echo figured it was time to move, he got on his horse and rode away from the battle, towards the beaches nearby. Time for some R&R.

Ash was sitting on a small, shrub-covered dune on the beach. She gazed distantly into the waters, her eyes glazed over; emotionless. Her fingers twitched beside her.. causing little splashes and waves in the water. It seemed to amuse her for a moment, but only a moment, as she slumped back and let her shoulders hit the cool sand.

She stared up at the stars, motionless. They reflected off her opalescent eyes; as well as the smoke from the distant battle field. She sighed, restlessly turning over. The idiots in her apartment wouldn't get to bother her tonight.. but for some reason, she couldn't sleep anyway.

A lone figure sat on the hillside watching as the sun set in west. As it slowly dipped beneath the clouds off in the distance it formed beautiful combinations of color normally seen only in dreams or visions. A single tear rolled down the man's cracked and leathery face. Such beauty could rarely be seen in the world of late. As this thought slowly went through his head the tranquility was broken by the far off sound of conflict and bloodshed. Sighing the lone figure rose and slowly began climbing down the hillside. As he walked he reminisced of the days of old; back when he was young and foolish, his head filled with visions of a bright future where men got what they deserved and his hard work and perseverance could take him anywhere he wanted. These thoughts had long since been dispelled by trickery, betrayal, and the horrors of war. His face had slowly turned from a young smooth face filled with hope and cheer to one worn down like hardened leather that carried a sad look of acceptance in his eyes.

Jarred back to the painful reality that had become the norm the figure readied his shotgun in a hand that had long since adapted to its weight. Trudging up the hillside like a man condemned he trekked onward towards the battle. Prepared to take the lives of men who may have more of a right to live than he did, who may have more ahead of them than he did, and who may have more to lose than he did. But such was the way of war, of any war for any purpose since the dawn of mankind. There was never a good and evil, there was always just men and their foolish ideals and goals. Just stupid, stupid men……

Echo rode toward the beaches, not really towards any specific spot. He hadn't seen the beach, nor socialized with anyone else in a long time.

I can't wait to feel the waves. They will be so nice, if I can remember the water feels really good too.

About an hour or so later he arrived at the beach. He quickly jumped off his horse, tied her up, stripped down to his underwear, and dove into the water. He didn't care who was watching, so he made loud splashing noises, scaring the birds on the waterside.

Echo swam around in the water peacefully, playfully thinking of childhood memories long past. Then he thought of the murder. He stopped swimming and walked to the edge of the water, sitting in the shallows.

Damnit. It never fails. Whenever I'm having fun.

(OOC: Very philosophical post Hyde, I like it.)

(Yeah!!!!!!!!! Now I'm going to mess with it and add some more descriptive stuff in it. Like descrbing the sunset....Its really nice to hear positive comments)

She slowly sat up, watching the smoke swirl in the sky, and how it created almost unearthly colors by reflecting the light off the stars.

The stars.. she thought, Were those created by heaven, too?

She rose to her knees, feeling the cold sand grind against the leather on her suit.

What isn't created by heaven? Ash replied to herself, Does such a place actually exist? One without monsters.. murder.. or war?

Glancing down at her hands, she exhaled, as a cloud of warm breath was released into the air.

Who am I kidding.. I am a monster.

One of her hands moved up to her face, flicking a strand of white hair across her back. She took a few steps, testing the sand with her feet, before leaning with her back against an ancient tree.

And I couldn't be more lucky.. She wasn't even sure if that thought was sarcastic or not, but for now, she didn't care. Why waste time on herself when a battle was being fought? Her own morale was produced by those who had the will to fight for it. For her, however, she refused to fight. Well.. perhaps until she actually had something to fight for besides herself.

Echo stared at the stars. Their radiance shone bright, piercing the night sky with their scintillating beauty.

How could the Gods create such beautiful things and not bring them to Viru? Damn. Theres another reason to kill them.

Echo turned around, hearing movement on a dune west of him. He saw a girl, sitting there just twirling her hair and thinking. He felt lonely all of the sudden, so he went back to his horse, dried off, and put on some clothes.

Who am I kidding? Talk to a girl? I haven't talked to one in three years.

He strapped his combat knife to his belt, nearly mounted his horse, then paused.

If you don't take this chance it could be another three years. Who wants to be alone for six years?

He swung his leg back to the ground and walked across the sand, quickly, yet nervously. Nearing the girl he started having more second thoughts.

Do it! No...no...you can't. Comon...I can talk to someone....Or...maybe...ugh...I'm doing it!

"Hey. My name is Echo, whats yours?" Echo said calmly, but obviously startling the girl.

Nasaga walked through a sparkling green forest he saw a beach and someone in it always curious but shy he unsheathed his sword and spun one of its 3 runes.He suddenly felt himself floating out of his body and floating to a girl who was sitting at a beach.

he spun back into his own body and walked up to her he looked out into the sparkling green Ocean and let a sigh escape his lip he walked up to the water and put his finger in sending vibrations out and back just like echolocation.

(OOC: That would be a great post, cept you need to break it up...make it more clear.)

(Um please don't tell me all four of us are out to kill the gods or this will get kind of one sided really fast.)

"W-Wha--?" Ash asked, suddenly stepping back, "W-Who are you.. just.. just what do you want? Are you one of them?!"

She paused, looking down for a moment before clearing her throat. "I'm so sorry.. that's just not like me at all."
Her pearl-like eyes glanced up slightly before giving him a quick scan. She didn't want to be rude, so her constantly shifting gaze pulled away almost immediately.

Whatever she was looking for in him, she seemed to find it, her shoulders softening up a bit as she folded her arms.
In fact, she was so entranced by him that she almost forgot to introduce herself.

"A..oh..um.." The words didn't seem to come out. She sighed, her cheeks darkening from the embarassment, "I'm Ash. Well, that's my name. Umm.. w..what are you doing here? I thought I was the only one who spent time in this place.."

(OOC: Hyde there are three other people RPing that aren't on atm, they are all the Kristo...if so needed I will make a Kristo character aswell.)

Echo was taken aback by her stammering response. She was beautiful, her eyes resembeled the stars...so much that he almos lost himself in them. Gathering himself he spoke.

"Actually, I was just passing through. You looked lonely up here, so I felt the need to make sure you were okay." He replied calmly. "Sorry to have startled you."

He once again was lost in her eyes, trying to break free...yet something held his gaze.

Her wandering eyes met his once again, noticing he was staring right at her this time. She dug her toes into the sand, nervously taking a half-step back, and latching one of her hands to her belt.. just incase she needed a weapon.

No.. no, she convinced herself. She didn't need a weapon to fight this man. His look wasn't cold, or harsh, like the others. In fact he had some sort of presence to him she just couldn't identify. She felt a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, she felt slightly attached to him as well.

I could just kill him on the spot, She thought, I shouldn't take interest in strangers.. what the hell is wrong with me?

Just like before; nothing but sinister thoughts were able to fill her head. For a mere moment she felt a bit of magnetism towards him; but just as quick as it had started, it managed to disappear. There was something different about him, however. She just couldn't figure out whether she should delve in it or not.

Jutas walked to the Border River's Edge. He stood quietly as the water pushed its way down from the mountains. He looked up the sky and peered at the open air, its wind moved the dust and dirt high and away to the sky. Jutas clinched his staff. Its metal creaked as he grasped it.

Jutas bent down, leaning toward his feet. He lifted his right foot and pulled off the sandal. The wood of the soul, clanked as it hit the stones and the sand. Jutas placed his right foot slowly into the water, and let his white gown touch the water. He then lifted his left foot up and did the same. He placed both his feet in the water of the border let his legs and his feet myosin in the icy water.

Jutas picked up his sandals off the sand and the stone, and held them in his right hand. Whilst he held his staff in his left. The water coursed through and around Jutas' legs as he slowly waded his way in the Water. He headed East, down from the Moutians toward the Coast.

Jutas walked down the river, his legs dipping and rising in and out of the current.

Father is this what you saw, is this was I was meant to see. A river. A river that will rise and fall, but always tear the earth away. A river that is a scar that cuts the land asunder rushing and breaking rock, sand and stone.

Jutas heard a loud crack; he turned his head toward the noise. In the trees behind the berry bush, a deer and her fawn grazed grass that grew so plentiful by the riverside. Though it cuts the life, The river also gives it as well. It stands as a wall, and it stands as a gate. When the water fails will this river be no longer a gift of live, or a break in the flesh.

The wind swayed the trees that bent around the river, reaching out to the other side. There branches easing over and falling down upon the water. Jutas walked passed the tree and pushed it away from his head. He turned back and looked at the tree, and the river as it pushed away the leaves. Jutas watched the fallen leaves as the rushed away from its host. Is this a sign of Death, or of New Life. Does show that the leaf will never be with its Mother, will it no longer taste of its fruits, will flowers never have bud growing about it. Or Does this show that the leaf has found freedom, it will see new things and live a new live. It might be the bread for a another creature, or it might just sail on the water forever, free. What ever it may be, the River as given it reason to move, or the river forced it to do so. Whatever it may be, the leaf will have to go on, without its Mother.


Jutas reached the end of the river, looking apon the raging delta. The white foam lashed out and leapt toward the sky, then sunk back down into the merky water. Jutas could see the Sea out in front of him, the waters looked fast and infinite, it looked calm but Jutas knew that this was only the surface, the Mighty currents pushed and kicked the water about, ragging about in the open oceans. Father I see two paths that lie amongst this river. I can see a end to this river, and a path of uncontrollable rage. A torrent of anger and furry, which can doom all life upon its shores. And I can see a plane of greatness, and majesty that reaches out toward the heavens. Its vastness can only be ended by the eyes and mind alone.

Jutas lifted up his arms and closed his eyes as he let the wind push him about. "Father, I pray that this will be a sign for me."

A bullet rang out, Jutas turned his head. standing over on the shore of the Anti-Kristo side stood his bother, holding a gun in his hands, aiming the barrel towards Jutas.

Concerned Jutas turned about toward Lucianus, "Brother, why do you do this? I am not your foe."

E'mackuel chuckled, "No you are not, your are not my foe, But you're not my ally either. You stand for no one. I respect my foe, and fear him for what he might do. But you stand for nothing, which makes you nothing."

"Not to be true Brother, I stand for anyone who cares for another, which is worth standing by."

"Why does that matter, ha brotherhood, Ha camaraderie. I laugh at all those signs of fellowship, you act as they are your powers, but the only thing an ally does is makes you weak. You are weak for living such lies, I am strong because I only need myself to live, No one else. I use my Comrades to help me win this war! what do you get out of your friends? Nothing!"

"No. My friends give me support, my friends care about me, my friends are there for which to be loved."

"LOVE!" E'mackuel laughed aloud, putting his gun at his chest. "Love... ha-ha.. Love, Love will not win anything but sympathy. What do I need sympathy for. Im fighting a war here. Caring and affection are not needed on the battlefield brother...No wait, I have no brother. My brothers do no break to the will of others, or to ask for something that they can get on thier own. No, We Take It! That is the Anti-Kristo way. We were wronged, we were lied too, Now it is time for our revenge. We will take back everything, and show the world that the gods are lies and they will be crushed like dust in the wind."

"Why brother, Why do you wish to destroy them? What wrong have they done to you."

"They have lied us, that have feed us crap for all off our lives, an now we will bring a new light to the world." He said clenching his fist.


"Light! Light!," Jutas raised his hands up high, with eyes filled with anger. When Jutas spoke with Passion in his heart is seemed that the earth would shake under his feet. E'mackuel could only stand back, and plant his feet firm. " You call mass genocide Light! You call Death and Destruction Light! No sir, I call this madness. Light shines very thing into the open a reveals all, not cover it in Darkness and leave a shroud of hate and grief. Light is the Key to happiness and truth. No, Brother you slay that word with your tongue. The word you call light is nothing but a instrument to fix upon your foes" Jutas says while he points his staff toward E'mackuel, as his eyes glowed bright white. The Rebel retaliated and raised his gun at Jutas.

"Do not threaten me with that toy." Dropping his sandals down to the river's water, he pushed his right arm out, sending the gun flying backwards.

E'mackuel clinched his teeth. "Damn you Jutas. Damn you and your father, the one you praise so highly." E'mackuel walked way going back to get his gun.

Jutas kept his eyes frozen until his bother left from sight. "Forgive me Brother." He dropped his right hand down. Letting it slump down his body. A tear fell down from his face into the water. Does this tear give me only relief or sadness, I ask myself

Jutas looked down the river watching his sandals flow down the river into the delta. He flowed it, keeping pace but never running. The Sandals reached the Sea, and floated out on the water, the waves pushed it back the land. Jutas walked up to them, bending down and picking them back up again.

Jutas Lifted up his head and turned his head to see a woman and a man standing out on the water's edge letting the waves lap over their feet.

Justas walked closer but only watched, standing still, for he thought it to be rude to greet them whilst they were talking.

Adrian was sitting in a boat that had just departed from the great trade city. He had never left the island and wanted to explore the world. That morning, before the sun rose, he quietly left his house, leaving a note for his parents saying he was leaving for good. He never planned to return as he felt that he was a burden on his parents.

Adrian had just woken up and had bad leg cramps, he was in the cargo hold, he did not have money to pay to get on the boat, so he hid in a box, only recently have gotten out. Adrian walked around the hold, realizing the hatch to enter was locked from the top. "Just my luck, stuck in here for god knows how long."

Adrian heard a commotion upside so he jumped back in the box and pulled the lid on, just in time as the cargo hold was opening and a couple men came down.

swish, swish The trees raced past Fallon as she sped through the trees, making her way closer and closer to the battlefield. In a pouch on her left side was medicine for her wounded comrads and in her right hand was a spear.

Almost there she told herself. She burst through the trees and was greeted with a horrendous sight; hundreds of Kristo lay dead or wounded on the once green countryside. She stifled a gasp and immediately she sprung into action, tossing her pouch over to a nearby Kristo attending to the wounded.

"Here" she called "Take care of them" She was met with a questioning gaze, but she sprang off towards the heat of battle before the other Kristo could reply.

This was it, the battle she had been waiting for; a final showdown between the Kristo and the Anti-Kristo. She paused for a moment before charging headlong into a thicket bursting with the sounds of gunfire and screams.

swish, swish went the trees again. She was gaining on the sounds. This was where she would need to use stealth. She slowed down, and crouched low near the base of a huge fir tree. She could hear a couple of voices just a few feet away in a small clearing. It sounded like a stand off between a Kristo and an Anti-Kristo. Fallon slowly stood and climbed the tree to get a better look. Sure enough, a male Kristo was facing a younger female Anti-Kristo. The girl seemed nervous; unsure of whether or not she should pull the trigger of her shotgun. The man, un-armed as it were, was taunting her, telling the girl that she was not strong enough to shoot him. Fallon watched the exchange for a moment, debating on intervention, when the girl started to lower her weapon. Fallon took the chance. She jumped from the tree, neatly landing behind the girl. The Anti-Kristo was startled and began to turn around, just as the older Kristo stepped forward. A bad move on his part, as the girl promptly raised her weapon and fired, hitting the man in the chest. He staggered for a moment before falling on his face in the dirt. Fallon wasted no time. Grabbing her spear, she ran the girl through. The girl let out a small gasp then went limp. Fallon caught the girl in her arms and yanked out the spear, splattering blood across her tunic, and turned her body around so she could look the girl in the face. She seemed to be about 14 or 15 years old; a child. Fallon felt grieved for a moment.

The moment quickly passed, however, as Fallon heard another voice approaching. She dropped the girl's body and started to move from the area, already knowing the Kristo man was dead. A moment later she could hear an angry voice behind her, and then the sound of persuit was at her heels. A bullet whooshed past her ear. They were closer than Fallon thought. She picked up her pace and was met with the familiar sound of the trees whooshing past her. Another shot, this time it hit home and embedded itself into her arm. Fallon waivered for a bit, but kept going, grimacing at the pain that now shot up her arm. She had to get out of range. Fallon was now running with all her might. She ripped off her jacket and with a whisper, transparent wings shot from her back; an illusion created by wind that activated her gift from the Gods. She pumped them up and down, desprate to catch some air.

The trees up ahead began to thin out, revealing another small, yet adequate clearing. Perfect. Fallon sprinted through the trees and as soon as she hit the clearing, her wings found the lift they needed, and she was airborn. She flew higher and higher until the people chasing her looked like ants. Wasting no time, she soared past the forest, so as not to be in range of their high-powered weapons.

This was not good. Fallon had barely been in the battle for a half hour and already she was wounded. She needed to find a place to stop, rest and tend to her arm. About a half mile away Fallon could see the beginnings of the ocean and a sandy and seemingly deserted beach. That looked as good a place as any. Fallon began her decent, but the blood loss began to take it's toll and she landed with an ungraceful thud on the beach. Fallon slowly rose from her face plant and exhaled. She was alive at the moment, but her right arm was damaged as well as empty. I must have dropped my spear she sighed to herself and pulled out her little jacket. Fallon crawled over to the edge of the water and grimaced. She needed to clean her wound. Fallon shoved her jacket into her mouth, bit hard and plunged a finger into the hole in her arm to feel for the bullet. She cried out and quickly withdrew her hand which was now covered in blood. Just as she suspected, too deep to take out herself. She would need to have it surgically removed. Tears fell down her face as she washed her hand and forearm in the ocean, stinging with every drop of salty water. When the pain became too unbearable, Fallon used her jacket to dress the wound. She pulled away from the edge of the water and fell back onto the sand, too tired and too much in pain to move any longer. She allowed the tears to dry on her cheeks, as she gazed up at the stars. So close yet so far away.

Fallon wondered if the stars ever had to fight for what they believed in.

As the man cleared the hillside he was confronted by a massacre as far as the eye could see. Men and women lay strewn across the barren landscape. Some ripped to shreds by spears, arrows, or blades, others with holes where bullets had ripped through their flesh and some looked as if a giant hand had come done and smote them into the ground where their crumpled corpses lay. This was not battle, or a war between good and bad. It was a massacre of Kristo against anti-Kristo, Men against men, brothers against brothers. A few sparse pockets of fighting continued while most of the massive slaughter had moved elsewhere.

Sighing the man continued on his long trek. This time headed towards the sea. He did not have a taste, nor the stomach for such carnage. He wondered this was the fate of man, and of all sentient races. To war against one another in endless massacres and wars for all eternity until there was nothing left. Or was this just some sick thing only mankind could do, killing one’s own kin in the thousands over things as little as difference of opinion. With these dark inventions of man how could some claim us superior to the lowly creatures around us. Sure many of them would not band together as man did, or build huge structures like man did, or bring in to the world terrible creations such as the one he held in his hand. But if they were extinct in a thousand years it would not be because they couldn’t agree, or didn’t like how the others look. If they did meet their extinction it would probably be at the hands of men. Men and their stupid machines, their stupid ideas, and above all else, their stupid wars.

Echo jumped back. The girl seemed to be drawing a weapon. She quickly relaxed her hand and he let out a sigh of relief. All too quickly many people seemed to arrive around them, though Echo could still not relax his gaze on her.

He stepped back, finally turning away, and sprinted for his pack. The second he reached his horse he picked up his pistol, rolling to his feet.

Echo took aim at the nearest person, noticing the staff he was carrying and the Kristo style he had. He settled the sights on the man...but something stopped him. Not any form of magic, yet not any reasoning. He lowered his weapon and strapped it to its holster.

He sat back in the sand by his horse, let out a huge sigh, and allowed himself to relax. It was a helluva...

wait...that one is wounded!

Echo grabbed his pack, sniper rifle, and horse and ran over to the fallen Kristo.

Should...nah...wait...ugh...God Damnit why am I so soft?

He reached into his pack and pulled out some painkiller, getting a handful of water from the sea he shoved the pill into her mouth, drowning it in water and forced her to swallow. Echo then turned to the Kristo mage.

"Can you help her?"