For two years war ravaged the distant area's of the land, protection it from the invasion of others. Finally, the opposition surrendered, leaving what was left of the armies to return home. In Forget-Me-Not Valley, soldiers find themselves trying to settle back to their old way of life, before the death and destruction that they sure. Striving to return to normal, numerous fights break out between soldiers and townspeople alike, many of the soldiers being accused of being murderers in their attempt to protect their country and people.

In Forget-Me-Not Valley, many soldiers have returned to find themselves subject to wills which leave them with the occupation and ownership of farms, mansions, inns, bars, or just simply homes. Most of the soldiers hope to settle down with their new life, with a life of peace, quiet and romance. But not everything will go as planned.


Summary:
In this RP you can either play a soldier or a towns person in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Soldiers hope to settle down to their old lives, or to start anew. Numerous fights are bound to break out between former soldiers and townspeople alike.
You are either a former soldier, a genetically enhanced former soldier (please ask me), or local towns person. You may choose to have your character settle down on a farm, live in a mansion, or maybe run and inn or bar -- Its up to you.

Guns are allowed, but only very basic one-shot types

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A Boy of no more than 19 walked up to a farm next to a small town, a small black puppy walking along side him. After examining the buildings and feilds he smiled happily to himself. He walked to a small, but comfy looking house that had a doghouse next to it. The boy looked down at his small dog and happily said "well this looks nice, doesn't it?" the dog barked approvingly at her master's comment. The Boy, Sage, took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door to the house. As he opened the door his dog rushed inside. Sage too ran inside eager to see the inside of the house. When he looked around inside, he found a living room, Kitchen, and 2 doors leading to a bathroom and his bedroom. Sage smiles and said "this is more than i expected" He walked over to an old arm chair and plopped down on it, dropping his bag next to it. His dog jumped on his stomach and barked happily apparently liking their new home.

((sorry for the long first post))

Anne just turned 18 and has made her way back to her hometown only to find out that her only kin,her grandfather had passed away.She walks back to the inn left for her from her granddad and dumps her things in her room before going for a walk around the town with her cat,Caramel."It's been years since we've been back,Caramel.This place still remains the same...But without Gramps..."She sighs and walks back to the inn.She had been to the inn just now but haven't really look around.She goes upstairs and sneezes."Woah,dust attack much?"She saw how dusty the rooms looked."Come on,Caramel,we got lots of cleaning up to do!"Anne Sprung to action and went into the store to get pails,brooms and mops and other cleaning stuff before heading upstairs to clean up the rooms.

Natusia whimpered softly, tossing her head as she clutched at the cotton material of her pillow. The early morning sunshine streamed through the window, soaking the bottom of her bed in a golden heat that warmed her blanket and legs, but didn't reach her torso and upwards, leading to her face being cast in shadows that refused to wake her from her nightmare.

A sharp cry came from the young woman, her lips remaining parted to allow her to release her gasping breaths. Sweat trickled down her forehead, and she tossed her head again, biting at the pillow beneath her head as her body shuddered.

You are stronger than death my chariot fighter. Do not reach for the Beautiful Water yet, not yet. Stronger than death, stronger than death. Fight it love, fight it, fight it!

Natusia sat up with a start, heaving air into her lungs desperately. The stump at the end of her left arm throbbed painfully, and she glanced at the white bandages, then towards the window. The lateness of day shocked her into movement, and she scrambled out of her bed, throwing the quilt over it hastily and searching for her clothes.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Natusia mumbled to herself as she hopped around the room in her struggle to pull on her jeans with one hand. The disability was still new to her, and she still struggled to do small things. Grabbing her shirt, Natusia hurried out of her room, slipping on her shirt in the process and heading straight to the door.

However, a rumble in her stomach caused her pause, and she hissed slightly as she turned and walked back five steps, making a left through an ornate arch into the kitchen. Grabbing an apple from the basket on the bench, Natusia bit into the juicy green fruit as she returned on her march to the exterior of her new home, wiping away the liquid substance of the apple that had seeped onto her chin.

She had only been on the farm only two days, and she was still trying to get used to the sleeping patterns. It didn't help that she had to run the 25 acre farm by herself, and she barely got any sleep at night due to the dreams of the far, leading to late wakes.
Pausing only to knock her boots on the steps to remove them of spiders and to slip them on, Natusia slipped on her hat and began to jog towards the feed shed.

Natusia Nolana Talise (Stronger Than Death; Chariot Fight; Beautiful Water)

Sage came out of his bedroom wearing new, working clothes. He stretched happily as his puppy walked in through the doggy door. He smiled as he pushed the door open and walked outside. He looked to the side at a already plowed feild next to his house, along with 2 others on the far end of the farm. Sage walked into a tool shed and brought out a bag of tomatoe seeds. Looking down at the puppy he says "well, Bailey, it's time to get to work"

Anne finally finished cleaning up the rooms after 2 hrs.She goes downstairs to the dining room where all guests dine and decides to clean it up as well.It was relatively clean so she didn't have much trouble cleaning it up.She then makes her way back to her quarters.Anne stops by gramps' room and went in to clean it up before cleaning up the whole place."Now,this is so much better.Don't you think so,Caramel?Now let's look through Gramps' recipe book and raid the fridge to see what we have."She goes into the kitchen,accompanied by Caramel and looks into the fridge."Great!Fully stocked with only a few things going bad!"She spent the rest of the afternoon looking through the recipe book and cooking.She then starts wondering if there were any other people in this town.After all,it was quite quiet when she was exploring the town.

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Petar Uros... He was a veteran of the 23rd Battalion, 102nd Airborne Regiment, 1241st Planetary Division of the Red Technocracy in and on the planet where Forget-Me-Not Valley was located, and one of the only surviving men from his squad.

From the fires of that battle, he emerged a scared man; He was no longer the naive private that he once was. He was a changed man, wanting to return to combat... It was like the whole world has been flipped on it's side and shaken, and he wanted the grating sounds of artillery fire and the pounding of shells against the fortifications to come back, for everything to be it's constant battle; Civilian life was hard to return too, and every little sound could be the enemy to you, when in reality it was just a friendly person minding their own business.

Currently, his war-weary form was standing guard among the ruins of a bombed-out post office. He eyes danced across the scene, looking for that tale-tale glint of metal that could be a gun or the quite thunk of a grenade that could be the last thing you ever see.

A bit of rubble dropped to the floor as a pair of workmen hoisted up a broken steel column from the floor. Petar spun around expectantly; His hands moved towards his rifle, and in an instant, his finger was over the trigger. But his mind made the connections, and he turned around, slowly muttering to himself...

After several hours of planting seeds Sage leans on the side of the chicken coop and wipes the sweat off his brow. His dog plops down beside him, tired from all the work. Sage smiles and picks her up gently and carries her to the house. Once inside he puts her down and unpacks her food and water bowl from his bag and fills both, before setting them down in front of her. The dog growls happily before eating. Sage grabs a bottle of water for himself iand sits down in the armchair "well this was one hell of a busy day.." he says, the tiredness showing in his voice