The Halves' Animus

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It's the year 2566, five hundred years after the Release. That day, over five centuries ago, was when it all started. Sixty years before, it was found out that animal and human DNA could be combined to create animalistic humanoids with fully functional bodies. The possibilities were endless: medical immunities, physical deformity correction, better, stronger soldiers. This, of course, was not disclosed to the general public. Species of every kind were made into these combination life forms; lions, dogs, tigers, cats, bears, everything mainstream, everything else. It took forty five years for them to capture and find samples for every animal, and by that time, facilities spread all throughout the world. It was the final race to be put into the process that ended it: black wolves.

The first black wolf born as a combination life form, now known simply as Half, was named Iris. She was different from every other combination because of one, small mutation: endurance. Where it was tuned down in all other wolf types, this one was given an upgrade. But it didn't go as planned. The endurance was too high, and Iris didn't fall where the others did. She stood until her bones broke, her muscles tore, and her body was all but destroyed. Somehow, she lived, and got stronger, and stronger, and stronger. Finally, at the end of the year, Iris's patience broke. She rallied the wolves and any others that would follow, and, with pack moral and inhuman comradery, forced their way out. The rush claimed more lives than could hold the facility together, so everything else in there, like it or not, was free to go. Now free about the world with powerful friends and an unstoppable leader, the pack made it widely known what was happening behind closed doors. Unable to throw a lid on this, the entity in charge, still unknown, claimed ignorance and left his/her employees to the world.

With five hundred years, Halves are still unnaccepted as human or anything close. Living areas are fenced off, cerfews are enforced with brutallity, racism is at a high not seen in the slave days between whites and blacks. Many Halves vanish without cause, and reasons are never found. Almost every human hates Halves with a passion, whether for their bodily superiority, agility, or the fact that they are simply better than them, all humans who hate them resort to violence. There have been public hangings, burnings, beatings, rapes, muggings, murders, anything and everything to bring pain to something with breath.

But there is something fighting back.

A pack of wolf types, known as the Riharians, has surfaced and turning the tables by hunting humans. The first kill was brutal by any standard, something not even those of the horror industry have ever seen. Suffice it to say that the body was spread across three blocks, and everyone in those blocks knew instantly what was happening.

A young black wolf claimed the kill, one going by the name of Stray, with the backing of sixty others. A massive operation was launced to bring them in, ending in a slaughter than resulted in the loss of the entire pack, but also the loss of half of the active Army. It was later discovered that the Riharians were decendents of Iris, all of them. It was also discovered that the purest member, Stray, was missing. Now, a year after the incident, known as Black Snow day, because it happened in december, all black wolves are labled as Riharians. Very few even exist anymore, and those that do are tortured for the location of the vanishing Stray. As before, it's one against the world. And as before, the Riharians call to bring it on.


Post your CS then get to the IC. Do NOT post until EVERYONE has posted once. This means that we will not continue until EVERYONE has had a chance to post once.


Okay, rules:
1. I am the only Riharian, no exceptions, it is crucial to the story that it remain this way.
2. No godmodding/jacking/-oh hell, you either get this already or get out of my thread.
3. You are not limited to wolves or even Halves altogether. You may be human or Half, just make sure the story is believable.
4. The tech level is set about that of GITS, just to generalize.
5. Have fun OR BE DESTROYED...the choice is yours.


Appearence:
On the left.
Race: Half/Riharian
Name: Zephryn 'Stray'
Age: 18
Skills: Con man, thief, brawler, knows how to survive in almost any enviornment
Uplink type: Softwire
Racial abilities: Unstoppable endurance and stamina, naturally strong, ultimately loyal to whoever earns his loyalty and those that obey him. Never leave a Half behind.
Personallity: Hard to determine. One minute he'll be cowering scared in a corner. The next he'll jump up and rip your throat out then go on a rampage laughing like a maniac. Generally, though, he's passive to the world around him unless it specifically involves him or something sparks his interest. Also, he never sees a problem with anything he does, whether it be killing or stealing, he sees nothing wrong with it.
Biography: Zephryn was born to an unknown mother and father, raised instead at a church he was left at. Shortly after he turned eleven, Zephryn ran away from the stifling bible kissers and made his way to the nearest city. Very quickly, he learned that he had a thing for music, and began holding invite only raves. He saw, a hundred times, how cruel humans could be, specifically when they broke his raves down. So, without much regret, he got together with a few wolves like him and went to work, trying to find others, keeping some of their own safe from the law, or busting into fights to distract cops from Halves. Then the police killed one of them, and Zephryn got serious. He led the first raid and got his first kill, then made an example out of the body. From then on has been nothing but raves to fund his activities and raids against the cops.
He regrets what happened to his friends and comrades, but refuses to dwell on it, instead focusing his feelings on fighting back. Currently, he intends to build up a small force of elites with different skills and force his way into what he believes is the last remaining Half test facility, then free whatever is still held inside. Since there is a strong possibility there are Riharians, his wolf loyalty makes him never stop. A friend that never joined the raids, Zeke, is working on his own team after his brother, who did go with Zephryn regularly, died in the attack.
Reason for siding with Riharians: Isn't it obvious? Kill or convert the humans.


For this world, just imagine the setup for the Prauns in District 9, and you got the Halves' living arrangements.


Stray bolted through the slums on a dead run, growling at the four humans chasing him. It'd been seven hours since he'd been caught, and he'd covered about twenty miles easy. All that and he was still running strong. The humans chasing him, though, had gone seriously under. Two had collapsed early on, fifteen more to follow in the ensuing pursuit. More than Stray could count just stopped. A few caught up to him...those were out of the fight for good.

Stray looked back, then stopped and turned around, holding out his hands as if to gesture to the whole world, "Guys, come on. You're on my home turf, now. There's no way in hell or heaven you'll take me down now."

The foresight was answered by many Halves coming out of their shacks to stand around the exhausted police force. Most of them here in New York were a mix of lupine, common feline, and a dash of exotics. Either way, there were more than enough to rip the force limb from limb WITHOUT the Riharian's help. Slowly, though after a second they broke into a panicked run, the force retreated. Stray took the moment before everyone vanished into their homes again to say quite loudly, "To anyone who can fight, I led the last runs the Riharians made. I was the leader. Now, I'm looking for a new pack for a special raid. Will anyone join me?"

No one acknowledged him. They just went back to their lives. Stray spat into the ground, then turned and started walking. Anyone who cared would follow him, though this was only the fifth to last stop until he got...there. Rumors had it that there was another facility out there, one with Halves still imprisoned and used for the humans' benifit. That would not last long, not with Stray pissed as he was. Besides, this was soon to be a racial war, and he needed soldiers. Prisoners, no matter how powerful, were always strong tools and deticated fighters.

Stray didn't kid himself. There would be no surviving this war for him, not the way he led from the frontlines. Still, there was hope for the next generation. Still, Stray would fight to the end for it. He walked away without fear, but with dignity, and the knowledge that he could, would, and might eventually kill every human on the planet for the freedom and rights of his people.

He brushed back his wild hair and kept walking.

Eternity wrote:Appearance:

(Artwork by: Melissa O'Brien a.k.a. Frisket17)
Race: Half [Australian Fox]
Name: Destiny Delora
Age: 18
Skills:
-Fast runner / Good at pursuits
-Retriever: she 'retrieves' stolen items for a fee, but works only for Anthros who've had their things stolen
-Persuasive
-Sly
-Can jump good distances
-A speed fighter; she does not have very good endurance once hurt, but she is evasive and quick, which makes her a tough challenge. Her tactic in a fight is to wear the enemy out, and then open up a can of whoop-ass when she's got them right where she wants them.
Uplink type: Digital
Racial abilities:
-Extremely fast on her feet
-Is a good fighter; always using her extreme flexibility and nimble ways to her advantage
-An amazing hunter with extremely keen senses
-Night vision
-Sly
Personality: Destiny is a prove yourself first, talk later, kind of girl. She's tough, and will not talk for any human. Humans are what she despises, no matter her history with them. She feels like most of her life has been led in a cage, and finds freedom exhilarating. But when she is around other Halves, she can be collected, peaceful, though still slightly stern and solemn. Once she gets to thaw her social ice walls, she can be quite nice company. Cool, smooth-talking, outspoken, and very kind. She's also loyal, which makes her a good ally.
Biography: Destiny is a tough cookie, but was not born nor bred that way. She is the daughter of a negotiating force, a Lieutenant of an Half & Humans Peace Association. Though things like this are not very intimidating nowadays, this still stands as a method of keeping the peace. Still, even in these times, hatred and racism exist.
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Thus, as a child, Destiny stayed with her father, Orion, and attended these things. She had a cast of cat-Half guards who protected her from outsiders. She was a child, a little foxling girl, who knew nothing outside of her little home, and the large massive auditorium where the HHPA gathered. At the age of fourteen, her father Orion spoke about the Riharians, how they deserved a chance to speak. It was that very night he was assassinated and her mother was kidnapped. Her guards of Halves were killed off quickly, or either fled. She wasn't sure. Destiny didn't stick back to find out; she ran for her life. Ran until she met another, who was slightly older than her. A Doberman Pinscher named Marius...
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Marius was a dark person, but a helpful one. With all the right connections, he helped her get her mother back. But when her mother was back in their home, she was too traumatized by the humans to continue raising Destiny for the last bit of her adolescence. So, instead, Destiny took up the offer of staying with Marius. Marius was like an older brother to her. Protective and strong, he taught her to hate humans, and he trained her to fight. With his skills and words, he turned her into a force to be reckoned with. As of recently, she has turned eighteen and now is ready to begin a mission with Marius to seek out the remaining Riharians, and join their forces.
Reason for siding with ___ : Riharians
-After her father having been assassinated by humans for speaking up for the Riharians, she grew an instant dislike for the humans. When having met her dearest friend, who she calls her brother, Marius, she was taught how to redirect her hate, and now is a fighting force for the Riharians.





Appearance:

(Art by the same person)
Race: Half [Doberman Pinscher]
Name: Marius Heath
Age: 20
Skills:
-Con man
-Gambler
-Loan Shark
-Sly
-Thief
-Persuasive
-Can get anything he wants by one of his three problem solving methods. Talking, Taking, or Ass-kicking.
Uplink type: Digital
Racial abilities:
-He can smell out anything and anyone for a good little distance
-A fast runner
-Ruthless fighter
-Great sense of hearing
Personality: Marius is born to be a bad boy. He is a gambling sinner, one who lives in the night and by its rules. He breaks society's laws and leads himself the way he wants to. Without restraints, Marius is a dark jester who will go to any length to cause the suffering of a guilty human, and aid a Half. Nicknamed the "Father of Night", he's a wild character who loves to play games. He's determined and loyal, and beneath it all, he can be quite caring in a rather awkward manner.
Biography: Marius was born to two Halves, but they didn't raise him. As a pup, he was abandoned in the streets. He grew up with ridicule from humans, who would throw things at him and always tease that the mutt was going to die. What they did then, while he was a child, would forever fuel his hatred.
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As a teenager, Marius had grown accustomed to the streets. Without a mother's nourishing touch, or a father's warm protection, he had grown cold and hard. It was at about this age he began to work for a Half [Boxer] nicknamed Crawl (because if you did something he didn't like, that was how you would be leaving his presence). Crawl was the man who gave Marius his first job, getting him into fighting shape and using natural Doberman instinct to attack. Marius became a loan shark. Then, he learned how to gamble, and played that game out too. Soon after that, came thievery, interrogation, kidnapping, and murdering.
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At the age of sixteen, he found a teen foxling named Destiny who had barely escaped the clutches of angry humans. Distressed and torn, she explained her situation, and Marius decided that he would bring her home. He offered his lifestyle to her, but she was more of an honest woman than that. So Marius did what he could for her. He taught her to fight as Crawl had taught him. He taught her how to turn her anger into answers. She accepted him quickly, and became his little sister. Now, most of the underground refer to Destiny as Marius' little sister. So, if you haven't ever seen her, you'd think she was a Half Doberman, instead of the HHPA Lieutenant's daughter. Marius has recently gotten Destiny to agree to join the Riharians with him; a cause worth dying for in his eyes.
Reason for siding with ___ : Riharians:
-Having been thrown out by his parents, humans seemed to enjoy torturing him at a young age. Picked on and ridiculed by the normal man, he found himself angry and stricken with hate. Soon enough, he learned how to take care of himself and make his own decisions. The Riharians is perhaps one of his most favored recent decisions.

Marius

He was there. around his ear was a wide ring, like a BlueTooth specifically designed for canine Halves. The inside was a thin speaker bud that rested on his ear, and then a long thin wire that stuck out and served as a mic.

"Mhm. How far?" Marius said in his deep, rugged voice. The male Doberman Half looked around, dark violet eyes hungry for adventure. He watched a few Halves moving past him, and patted one on the shoulder.

"You there." The Half tried to continue, ignoring Marius. Marius, of course, did not like this. His dark hand gripped the male gerbil Half's vest, and pushed him against a wall. "When I speak, you say 'Yes sir how can I be of some fuckin' service'. Understood?" The gerbil Half nodded his head frantically, suddenly in a scare. "Now, I've got some intel on a Riharian nearby. Truth, or shit?"

"Tr-truth.." He said, pointing in the direction. Marius smiled, and without another word, released the Half to let him flee. He moved into the shadows, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, putting it to the end of his muzzle and taking in a large puff. Then, his muzzle parted and smoke rolled up the sides of his nose, shrouding his eyes from the passerbys.

"So." He said, stepping out, and moving towards the scene. "A Riharian. This ought to be just what we're looking for." Marius grinned...

Not even a whole three minutes later, he saw him. A shadow in the alley, brilliant eyes like topaz gems gleaming before the sun. A Riharian. Marius snapped his fingers, knowing it would sound to the very sensitive ears of his ''little sister''. He looked on though, and smiled, seeing the black wolf Half.

"Hey you, I hear you're looking for a fighting force." Marius dragged on his cigarette, before removing it and stomping it out with his heavy boot. He pulled on his vest-jacket a bit tighter, his burly thick biceps fuzzing up a bit as the edges moved against his short fur. "I got two people for you. My name's Marius, and, well, that's Destiny." He said, as if there were a third person. And then, as suddenly as he spoke, from the rooftops dropped a Fox Half. She stood, and nodded to him. "A pleasure to meet you." Destiny said, her voice slightly foreign and velvety, as she looked back at Marius with bright violet eyes.

"Well, girl, it's up to the wolf boy to accept or not. Let's just sit and see what he says."



Destiny

She was racing the rooftops, jumping from one to another, continuing. She knew that, by the headset wrapped around one of her sensitive ears, that Marius had found him. Him, being the Riharian. They had been looking for one, for one that was going to do something about the crap that was put up with. She wanted to fight. Wanted to fight since she was little. Marius provided her the skill, she provided the enforcement of that skill, and now they needed the Riharian to lead them.

Soon, she heard the quiet snap of fingers, and she leaped. Marius' voice was near as she dropped from about two stories, almost two and a half if one included the amount of height she gained in the actual leap.

But Destiny landed between Marius and the Riharian, in a tight crouch. She uncurled, into a strong standing position. Her fingers unfurled, and she looked to Marius, before looking back to the Riharian. Her brilliant eyes like glittering amethyst stared hard at the Riharian, analytically. She reached up, pushing her long locks of cocoa brown hair back over her tan shoulders, and sighed. Her hands then fell next to her beige stomach, and she smiled.

"A pleasure to meet you...It's good to see you exist." She said, stepping back, her almost nude form covered in thin pieces of white vinyl that was obstructed with tiny metal spinal pieces that kept it in shape and place over her body. "Are you alone so far?" She then questioned curiously, as Marius came to her side and put his arm on her shoulder.

"Don't be so inquisitive lil' sis." The Doberman Half jested, looking over at the Riharian as he lit another cigarette.

Appearance:
Race: Half-Arctic Fox
Name: Fenrir Gleipnir (Fern)
Age: 17
Skills: Merchant -
Good judge of character
His wares are of a variety
Good with knives
Uplink: Digital
Racial abilities: Arctic Fox-
Good at sprints
good Nocturnal vision
Tough hide
Has good sense of smell
Made for harsh environments
Personality: Rather than fight he wants peace with humans and has tried many times. Rather watchful of his surroundings. He likes to be helpful and happy as long as possible but can get angry at people. He usually stays back and watches things when other people discuss issues.
Bio: Fern was watched over well by his parents and grew up with a good life, but when he thought he had become to much of a burden he got his items together and left home at the age of 14. Fern wasn’t always a Merchant. He only became one after he grew tired and hungry and was forced to sell or trade his personal items. After that he just went along with the whole merchant aspect of his life.
Reason for siding with Riharians: Doesn’t like all of their methods but feels as if he can’t do anything without a large group to back him up, he feels like he needs their support.
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Fern sat still as his "customer" went over to the door to see what all the ruckus was about. Come on. I've almost got this customer hooked. The female half was interested in the two boxes of silverware that the merchant was offering and twenty bucks for the silverware. He heard the door creak shut as his customer came back over to him, throwing down a twenty dollar bill.

"I'll take them. Now if you would be on your way." She picked up the two boxes and placed them over in what was the kitchen area. Fern gathered his other wares and packed up to go.

"What was out there?" He was on his way toward the door when he finally got his answer.

"A Riharian. Stupid fool is looking for people to help him." She was calling her kids over which were in the middle of a game called Humans and Riharians.

"Bew, bew! I am here to kill all Halfs. Don't try to interfere." The half kid who was playing the Human was pretending to shoot down the Riharian child.

"I won't let you!" said the other child. He looked at the kids who seemed to have fun playing this game.

"Not all Humans are bad kids. It's only the fact that they are afraid of us as much as we're afraid of them." He tried to smile at the children, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Ahem! I think you should leave trader." said the kids' mother. She obviously didn't like the comment that he had just made.

"Yes I understand." He opened the door and stepped out seeing the Riharian with two other Halfs. He sniffed the air. The male was a Doberman...and as for the female...she was another Fox. That was pretty rare. He had only run into about five other foxes in his lifetime. The most common were like the doberman over there. The scientist who did these experiments usually did their tests on domesticated animals more often than not. He scratched the snow white fur behind his ear and set off in the direction of the three halfs knowing he could do something in someway or another.

A single figure was sitting down amongst the shadows. At a glance she looked nothing more than an outline of a person with rounded ears and bushy tail sprawled out beside her. The only thing that gave away that she was more than just a silhouette was the rancid smell radiating off of the girl. It was a musty smell that all ferrets possessed plus the result of a lack of soap and deodorant, not a pretty scent. Then again, it’s not like it’s her choice to smell like that. If she could take a shower, she would.

Through the clouds a giant ball of fire, also known as the sun, peeked out and sent down rays of light to reveal that the girl was just what she smelled like: a ferret. Well, more like a ferret half, but the differences between the two are small. Her name? Isabel, more commonly known as Iza.

Her face was tilted towards the ground with her two hazel eyes fixed on nothing. There were no thoughts going through her head, and her face held no expression. Iza just sat there, clothed in nothing more than a red T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans that were white at some point. She only looked up when she noticed a few other half people gather and start to converse with each other.

A fighting force? Hm…

What they were talking about intrigued Iza, and her ears perked up as she began listening intently to see if it was something she could help with. The girl tried her best to stay unseen and serve as a silent listener. Although with the unpleasant smell coming off of her the group would probably either notice her or change location in no more than a minute.

Now that she thought of it, Iza was surprised that the owners of the surrounding buildings didn’t try to shoo her away by now.

((Okay, all of the fighters are here. We just have the loyalist to post up, so we can go on. Here we go...))

Stray looked up at the two person team that seemed to have been trailing him. He'd noticed them before, but took barely a second to record their positions in his mind. Now, though, Stray looked on with hard eyes. There, the merchant that just came out of the shack now walking towards him, he might be useful. The two that dropped in almost litterally were, Stray could already tell, good fighters. The dog type might be a problem for discipline, but that was workable. Earn respect and in turn earn the right to lead. Most of the Riharians that ran with Stray before the massacre could beat his ass through a wall without a second thought, but he'd won their favor through unstoppable determination and showing he had more balls than the next guy...always.

And so, he'd do the same for a new crew, and however many times after that until he could win the war and make things...right was far from the correct word.

Stray stopped moving, then said, "I'm listening. Speak your peace fast, they'll know I'll be gone before they get here, but that never stopped the cops before."

Then he crouched and waited. His words had been for the two, but his eyes went straight to the ferret. Stray saw her before he entered her area, and had been generally impressed with how well she hid. That kind of sneaking around would be useful, "Same goes for you, ferret girl. Interested?"

"Hm? Well...I figure I can help somehow. I don't agree with fighting, but I can't watch children live like this. I can't watch our civilization downfall into a hell. I'm not one who likes to fight, but I can. So don't try me." He smiled as he let the words flow out of his mouth. He was in one of those moods he always had. He felt like he needed to fight. To give into the instinct and let go of himself.

"Nice group you've got here." he said examining the group of people who had gathered. A ferret, a doberman, and a fox. Two were of the female persuasion. Not that he had anything against females. It was actually nice to see a change from all that chivalry bullshit. He tried chivalry, but that never really works out. As for the doberman...he looked like he had blood lust in his eyes. It was going to be hard for Fern to get used to these people, but hey maybe he could be the conscious of the group...He always was.

Destiny

She nodded to the Wolf, her violet eyes looking around as more came together. So, of a rally, the Riharian had only called the attention of four individuals? Her, Marius, a white fox, and a ferret? How... interesting. Destiny had no problem with other Halves, but she remembered her feline guards; vicious and sturdy with biceps and thighs the size of bowling balls. They were killers, and yet they lost the fight when her father and mother were endangered. Perhaps, Destiny then thought, these people would be better tacticians, where her guards failed.

The Wolf's voice created a stir of excitement in her chest, a smile forming along the fox's expression.

"I have nothing to do now but fight. It is the final strike of revenge. My father wanted to stand up for your people, and for that seeking of peace, the humans created a disastrous scene. If not for my own instinct to survive, I too would be dead. And Marius, of course, who has taught me to survive better than most can after years of living in the slums under the critical grip of racism."

She turned her head, reaching up and pushing her hair back again. Her eyes scanned the area, glinting as she saw all the things in the shadows, and she felt her muscles coiling. "And you are right. The cops will come. We need to move."



Marius

The dog Half stepped closer to Destiny, grinning at the lean, alluring Australian Fox Half. She spoke her piece, and he agreed fully. Now, her daddy's assassination wasn't his own personal reason for hating the humans and wanting to join, but he was going to just keep quiet, dragging on his cigarette and letting the smoke roll out from his black nostrils.

"Yeah, what she said. We ought to bail fast before this place becomes a bloodbath." His eyes flickered over to the white Fox, and he grinned.

I bet that little lamb ain't got no blood on his slate at all. I wonder what he'll feel like when he really gets to kill somebody.

Marius returned his dark gaze to the Wolf, and he stepped forward, waving his hand out after having taken the cigarette between two fingers. A trail of smoke danced between Marius and his hand.

"Say, if we go northeast two blocks, I've got my club running. It's Halves only, and under it I've got my place; a basement facility I've spent a good five years creating simply so that the humans couldn't find us. You think that'll be safe enough to stick ourselves in for the time being? We need to get some battle tactics down first off anyways. Or we could all sit in a circle and tell a little something about ourselves, if that's more your cup of tea." The older Half said.

He shrugged, tossed the cig and stomped it out, sniffing the air.

"Humans, I smell 'em. Let's go." He said, waving his hand. Destiny turned, but looked back, waiting for the Riharian's word.

Destiny

She nodded to the Wolf, her violet eyes looking around as more came together. So, of a rally, the Riharian had only called the attention of four individuals? Her, Marius, a white fox, and a ferret? How... interesting. Destiny had no problem with other Halves, but she remembered her feline guards; vicious and sturdy with biceps and thighs the size of bowling balls. They were killers, and yet they lost the fight when her father and mother were endangered. Perhaps, Destiny then thought, these people would be better tacticians, where her guards failed.

The Wolf's voice created a stir of excitement in her chest, a smile forming along the fox's expression.

"I have nothing to do now but fight. It is the final strike of revenge. My father wanted to stand up for your people, and for that seeking of peace, the humans created a disastrous scene. If not for my own instinct to survive, I too would be dead. And Marius, of course, who has taught me to survive better than most can after years of living in the slums under the critical grip of racism."

She turned her head, reaching up and pushing her hair back again. Her eyes scanned the area, glinting as she saw all the things in the shadows, and she felt her muscles coiling. "And you are right. The cops will come. We need to move."



Marius

The dog Half stepped closer to Destiny, grinning at the lean, alluring Australian Fox Half. She spoke her piece, and he agreed fully. Now, her daddy's assassination wasn't his own personal reason for hating the humans and wanting to join, but he was going to just keep quiet, dragging on his cigarette and letting the smoke roll out from his black nostrils.

"Yeah, what she said. We ought to bail fast before this place becomes a bloodbath." His eyes flickered over to the white Fox, and he grinned.

I bet that little lamb ain't got no blood on his slate at all. I wonder what he'll feel like when he really gets to kill somebody.

Marius returned his dark gaze to the Wolf, and he stepped forward, waving his hand out after having taken the cigarette between two fingers. A trail of smoke danced between Marius and his hand.

"Say, if we go northeast two blocks, I've got my club running. It's Halves only, and under it I've got my place; a basement facility I've spent a good five years creating simply so that the humans couldn't find us. You think that'll be safe enough to stick ourselves in for the time being? We need to get some battle tactics down first off anyways. Or we could all sit in a circle and tell a little something about ourselves, if that's more your cup of tea." The older Half said.

He shrugged, tossed the cig and stomped it out, sniffing the air.

"Humans, I smell 'em. Let's go." He said, waving his hand. Destiny turned, but looked back, waiting for the Riharian's word.

"Same goes for you, ferret girl. Interested?"

The single sentence was enough to get Iza on her two feet and show herself. Not that she was trying to hide herself very well in the first place. Besides, everyone seemed to have noticed her anyway. Silently the girl wandered over to the other three halves with a forced smile to make herself appear friendly. She didn't bother saying anything as everyone else already seemed to be talking. So she simply nodded every now and again while taking good looks at everyone.

The Doberman and Australian Fox already appeared to know each other while the rest of them were strangers that met up by chance. The Arctic Fox seemed easily annoyed. As for the one who "assembled" them all here, the wolf, seemed just as she would expect a leader to be like. What kind of leader, she couldn't be sure. Iza wasn’t very good with judging people by their first impressions she knew that she was most likely completely off.

Those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as a sudden tenseness came upon everyone. They were being followed? Great. In the back of her head Iza was silently regretting doing or saying anything. She could’ve just done nothing and played dead, but no, the ferret had to get herself wrapped up in trouble. Oh well. Nothing she can do about it now. Besides, what did she expect? This was a fighting force against the humans. Of course stuff like this was going to happen.

Stray listened carefully, taking in a little of everything from these people. No, from these Halves. When the dog type turned to leave, he moved with a sudden blur of motion. From stillness to full sprint, there was no time at all. It was like Stray just got shot out of a cannon. He moved fast and low, using his shoulders to go under and trip the dog type. Before he hit the ground, Stray shot into the air up and back, then twisted and grabbed him by the vest, landing with his knee on the other's throat, "If you knew anything about this war you'd know that's the first place they'd check. I don't know what you've done before, but this is the real deal, you gotta think more than that. You think they would come in with a warrent? No way, they'd come in dressed up like the KKK if they had to and burn the place down. This whole slum's gonna be a smoldering hellhole unless they know I'm gone."

He turned his gaze to the merchant, "Not sure what your story is, but you'd do well to NOT piss me off. Keep that attitude in check and you can tag along."

Next, he focused on the ferret, "I have no idea what your story is, why you're here, or what led you here, but judging from what I can see and, no offense, smell, you hate them as much as I do. Welcome to the Riharians."

Finally, he addressed the two fighters with a low growl, "Fox girl, you'll be very useful in this war, welcome as well. But you," he leaned down and pressed harder on the dog's throat, "Don't think you'll get away free of this. I'm not stupid, I know con tricks. Riharians know each other better than themselves, that's how we fight so well. If you don't trust me enough to share your reasons, at least, find your own damn army."

Stray got up, releasing the dog and cracking his neck, then started walking towards the nearest mainline subway system, "We take the obvious way out, for two reasons. One, they might not be watching it, since they know I'm smarter than that. Two, we need to make it obvious that we left, or like I said this whole area will be a smoldering pile of shit. We'll check into an old hotel my pack used to use for shelter and get clothes, gear, and maybe some warm running water before we hit the big one. That's the last stop, though, so let's get moving. Next stop is the safehouse in the country we used to shelter the families of allies. If things worked right, it's a fully functioning Half only town by now."

Exilewing wrote:Appearance:
Race: Half/ orange and black tabby
Name: Lance Blanshen
Age: 19
Skills:
-High level hacker
-calm under pressure
-He trained in Yiquan (Yiquan is essentially formless, containing no fixed sets of fighting movements or techniques. Instead, focus is put on developing one's natural movement and fighting abilities through a system of training methods and concepts, working to improve the perception of one's body, its movement, and of force. )
Up-link type:Fiber optics
Racial abilities:
-silent stepping with out shoes
-night vision
-excellent hearing
-acute sense of smell
-excellent reflexes
-very fast
Personality: Will show in game.
Biography:He was born in to a low class family in the slums. His family work as hard as they could just to live. One day a mob attacked the slums. There focus was the Halfs how lived there. His family was killed in the attack. He wandered the street for a year before he was caught my a human couple that he was trying to steal some food from their store. They took him in. He lived wit them for 3 years until a anti-half gang burned it down. He survived. After that he decide not live with anyone else anymore. He joined one of the middle level Half gangs. Since joining he learned the trade of hacking and has gotten good at it. Now a days he does jobs for any one who can pay enough and he is also a bouncer at a rave club some nights. He started noticing a lot of activity from a group going by the name of Riharians. After some digging and research he decided to look for them.
Reason for siding with Riharians: He still hope that humans and Halfs can live together one day.

Lance

He made his way throw the town. It was night so no one should really see him or care. He ducked into a alley then back on too a main street...If you could call them that. He looked at the buildings, this sector was a dump. Turned in to another alley of one of the few true building in the sector. Seeing a fire escape he climbed it top to get a better view of the area. Well, my sector is only a step maybe a step and a half above this. At least our roads are paved...at least half are.

He looked over the area. He had came here following the police wave of some of them chasing some one matching this Riharians profile. Pfft, right his profile. Lances profile was made up of rumors, web gossip, and this guy he new that was a drug addict. Out of it all one thing always came up, a black wolf. The last broadcast was they were following them into this sector. He made his way back to the ground and made his way throw the town.

He heard a beeping. Ducking into an alley he pulled out his small personal computer. It was made up of stuff he found in the dump and what ever he could buy. Opening it up it, was picking up a police wave near by.

Come in command, we are closing in on him...Hey you stop.

The idiot didn't turn of the radio. then heard another voice...

Guys, come on. You're on my home turf, now. There's no way in hell or heaven you'll take me down now.

After some mumbling and he heard running.

Come in command we have multiple hostile, repeat multiple hostile. Request back up.

Roger. Return to HQ for rearming and deployment.

"Great. This is going to get bad." He tracked their position direction before they ran. He heard them before he smelled. ducking in to an ally he looked around a corner to find a group of halves talking he could make them out as clear as day. A black wolf, That must be him, A fox, Shes cute, A white fox, A doberman, great...a dog, and a ferret, that hasn't washed in a bit. Listening in he was happy he finally found him. Hmm, he don't look like much. The Doberman suggested that they go to his club. Lance was going to tail them to get a better idea of them.

When the doberman turned to go to his club when the black wolf move. No, not move it was like a blur. In one solid move he dropped and pinned him. Lance swallowed hard.Ok, I take that back.. The wolf voiced his concerns that if they don't leave that every one was going to be in one in town is in danger. Lance thought about what he heard. Now is as good a time as any to make a entrance. Taking a breath. He walked out. "You might have done a little more damage then you think." Pulling out his computer he plays back the last transmission form the police.

Come in command we have multiple hostile, repeat multiple hostile. Request back up.

Roger. Return to HQ for rearming and deployment.

Race: Half [Stoat/Ermine]
Name: Richard "Tirce" Tircean
Appearance: Hardly straying away from the appearance of the typical wild stoat, Tirce has a light brown coat flecked with hints of orange and gold; yellow fur of a pale shade lines his muzzle and the majority of his long neck. His hair is blond, cut short into wispy bangs, and his eyes are a stark, cold blue that harbor an immense amount of aggression and menace. He is fairly tall for a mustelid, standing just above six feet when raised to his full height. He has a habit of hunching over, not due to bad posture, but a savagery that haunts him, as if he's always prepared to strike when the moment comes. His tail is around the length of his body and is tipped with a black tuft.
Age: 23
Skills: He is adept at fighting, sprinting long distances, using firearms, and climbing.
Uplink type: Fiber Optic
Racial abilities: His Half side grants him a larger chance of taking down species twice his size. He will latch onto the neck of his prey, biting with unfathomable pressure for a gradual kill. When sprinting, stoats bound in small leaps, not unlike rabbits. His slim-lined body is flexible, adding to his agility.
Personality: Can this come out in the roleplay? Ylanne's made me loathe writing these, haha.
Biography: It was snowing that day in London, that dreary day when Tirce was born. His parents were working-class Halves, dwellers of a haggard South community where his kind were better off skinned for their pelts. He recieved little formal education; the greatest lessons, so he was told, lie in learning to survive, and to fight, and to claw your way through the bullshit. He watched friends come and go, taken away by harsh methods and those fleshed beings. There was a constant war between both factions, and each side was no less brutal than the other. However, he tried to remain pure of heart, blocking out the violence. But there was something remarkable about this isolated corner of town--humans, working in secret, were known for providing assistance within the foundations of the meagre homes, and Tirce, with all his naivete, would approach them when he could, much to the dismay of his parents. Some warmed up to them gradually, setting aside their hostility to discover a sense of warmth awaiting them. Others naturally kept their distance. The stoat lad wasn't one of them, and through the care of his former enemies, he became quite open-minded about the world around him, learning much, feeling protected. He became acquainted with Rikki, a young mink girl orphan, soon after, and watched over her, smitten for the first time in his years.

Things quickly took a turn for the worse. Renegade Halves stormed the little community, craving the blood of humans and thrusting all into a danger zone. Had they been misinformed? Tirce had little time to ponder this as he and his family planned their escape. But they were separated in the chaos, and Rikki was declared missing. What followed was years of aimlessness for Tirce, who became a drifter; mixed emotions developed a wariness of humans and a self-loathing for Halves. Since then, he has lived as a killer, slaying rebel Halves for blood money from sources unknown. And if the pay is good, he'll slay anyone--and anything--with no exceptions.

Reason for siding with humans: "Siding" is a funny way to put it. Tirce is distrusting of both sides, but as a realist, he has deemed the Riharian cause worthless and unreliable. He still carries fond memories of the humans who practically raised him.
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"What? You don't plan on staying for tea?"

Oh, some victims were far too loud. How rude they were to writhe and scream in the comfort of the dimness. He had even gone as far to spare them somewhat this time—a few bruised noses given here and there, a pair of hammered in kneecaps, but, truth be told, he was capable of far, far worse. And the rabbit, in all his anguish, was clearly aware of this, even though his bouts of fear did not cease in the stoat’s presence.

Tirce himself looked fully bemused. His fur was matted, his face deadpan, his hair unkempt, his casual clothes stained with the blood of fools. Tail lashing about, he leaned forward in the wooden chair, exhaling with contempt. There in the cramped space of the one-room shack, only the light of his cigarette illuminated the space between them, the dull flame revealing the fear in his prey’s eyes. It was a simple enough situation: Take one unsuspecting informant, your small animals, gerbils, whatever; get his arse to talk through one legitimate way or another—and devour him afterward if the hunger got to you—and reward him with a smile, a pat on the back; hear things, learn things, skulk about until that anticipation paid off, and the reward was handsome indeed. From one corner, a makeshift signal reciever had picked up telltale signs of greatness, police calls and worthwhile noise. He had smelled them ages ago, caught a glimpse of their pursuit in the midst of his own. They were on to something, those pigs, and Tirce had an idea of what. Out of nowhere, he laughed, startling the rabbit into silence.

“You hear that, mate? You hear that shit?” he asked in his low accent, expecting no answer. He drank vodka from the bottle in paw, shaking his head. “I tried ‘elpin’ them once. …Didn’t work out, as even a ponce like you could obviously tell.”

The rabbit whimpered in response, his mouth covered crudely in packing tape. He lay sprawled on the filth of the hardwood, rendered immobile by a few well-placed blows. The scent of the room was overwhelming to the senses: Blood clashed with the rotting foundation, the air of the slums, the life of New York. Tirce doused him with the last of the alcohol, and the lapine shivered.

“C’moff it now, ya cunt, hush up. Yer’ve been a terrible guest as is. Tell ya what—we can make a deal. Yes, a deal! How exciting does that sound?” A smile broadened his cheeks. Whenever Tirce smiled, you took it heavily. You took it as a warning that you were to die soon, and that, gawd help your soul, you should brace yourself before the time came. He straightened himself. “Now, I coulda sworn I saw yer mucking about with a few beasts earlier on. Saw a lovely black wolf, yeah? Got all spirited an’ patriotic, di’ntcha?”

His prey was completely still now. How boring. Thing could’ve been mistaken as dead at the right angle. Finally, a nod, barely visible.

Tirce’s smile morphed into a crooked grin. Snapping his fingers, he then sprung out of his seat, pacing back and forth in the void of the shack. “They’re doin’ it, ain’t they? They’ve finally grown the balls ter strike at the heart,” he said, but there was a different tone to his words now.

By now, he was speaking more inwardly, thriving on the fuel of assumptions and guesswork. The idea alone enticed and him; his crazed eyes gleamed in the darkness, focusing on no point in particular. Even if his focus was shot and scattered, schemes wracked his brain, tactical plots that would most likely fail if rushed. Like all good plans, he would start off slow, building them slowly for that wondrous climax. Perhaps he could even get to know them, really know them—what made them tick, what drove them mad. One by one, like ducks in a line, they would know his name.

And then, an echo: “Roger. Return to HQ for rearming and deployment.”

Tirce merely shrugged, saying to the lapine, “Guess that’s your cue,” before pouncing on the Half, ripping into his throat.

Moments later, he grew disinterested. He cleaned himself methodically, donning the spare suit he had brought for the occasion, and set the shack aflame with his lighter, leaving more calmly than was sanely possible. Surely those righteous Halves weren't daft enough to notice.

Stray's ears twitched at the police order, though his gaze remained hard. He was going straight into his combat senses. Life slowed down as his reflexes increased through adrenalin and delayed cafine rush. To get himself through the night, he'd raided a coffee shop and chugged a few double shots of espresso. The buzz kept him going for an hour before he crashed, though by that time he was so far ahead he could afford a few second's rest. 'Shit,' Stray began planning the normal way, with an insult to himself, 'What was I thinking? Of course they'd bring down the hammer. Okay, what are my options? ...Three. Got three options. We could blitz to the station and make as much noise as possible, which would be better to the population but I seriously doubt they could keep up like the old crew. That's out. Two, we could split, sprint, and pray...no, same problem. I'd be there and back before they get halfway, knowing my crazy ass. Last option, we go fast and raise a little hell, then bolt before they get there, maybe cause a riot...yeah, yeah, that could work!'

Stray stood and jumped back a little, "We're moving. If you know anyone in the area, get them to raise hell. The plan is to make noise and move on before it gets hot. You guys go to the train station downtown and hop on the ten thirty express west. I'm gonna go bomb the police HQ and meet up with you later. Good luck."

With that said, Stray bolted off towards the station, staying low and fast like always. Two minutes to get to the station, five to raise enough hell to make them chase him without getting caught, and six or seven to catch the train. That left ten whole minutes' leeway...hm...yeah, he could do that. He just hoped they would listen and get on the train in time.

Fern looked down at the Doberman laying still on the dirt road. He reached out his hand to help him up.

"Hahaha! And I thought you were the asshole! Looks like we got a leader who is full of himself! I do got to give him credit for picking up speed that fast, but I think I'm faster. Any merchant has to be fast. A lot of customers want to steal products." He looked around at the group. The Fox, all credit due in name. The Doberman, seemed like a power-house. The Ferret-" Ugh! Take this!" - he reached into the messenger bag at his side, pulling out a modern perfume. " Most of my "Female" customers like it. It's on the house." He looked around. The Riharian seemed to be out of sight.

"Tag along? I'll do more than that fuck face!" He yelled in the direction the wolf went, "Well, let's get going. We got to get there in less than a few minutes. I want to show him we can do it. So anyone got any stops to make first?" He signaled the rest of them to follow him, bounding off in the direction of the station...Ten minutes? That's a little too much. If we get there too soon then we'll be apprehended, but what other choice is there right now.

Appearence:
Race: Half/Wolf (not a riharian)
Name: Alexander Chase Smith
Age: 21
Skills:
- More wolf than human (stays on all fours a lot, uncivilized, etc.)
- Knows martial arts and can use many weapons.
- Good contacts.
Uplink type: Digital
Racial abilities:
- Fast runner.
- Good hearing, smell, and sight.
- Durability.
Personality: One of those 'play nice then cut your throat' kinda guys. He's really sneaky and may think he's all that, but he has a good heart deep down.
Biography: Alex's story is a better Half story. He came from a very civilized family who were left alone by humans because they allowed themselves to be exploited by the humans. Alex had good education and was allowed to slightly mingle with humans. But one day the humans went too far and killed his parents. He ran away, taking a few humans out as he went. Now he just tries to stay alive.
Reason for siding with Riharians : The humans killed his parents and he thinks that it's their fault that Riharians and humans are fighting.
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"Please, please, I...I wasn't gonna hurt anyone! D..don't h...h..hurt meeeee!", cried the human teen. Alex pushed the gun harder into the guy's head. "Yeah right. Shut up!", he growled. The kid had been sneaking around one of the Half towns carrying a gun. Alex was visiting friends when he smelled the guy. Now he was lying in the dirt whimpering, with a gun to his head. "I said, SHUT UP!!!", he yelled. A few Halves looked up, but said nothing. A few even smiled. There was hatred in all their eyes. This human stood for everything that would like no better than to kill them all, everything that hated them. They didn't even flinch when the gun sounded.

Later, Alex turned on the TV. He smiled, showing all his teeth, when he saw the story on the news. "...body of a missing teen found in river. Authoroties have said that he was shot in the head. We'll be waiting for more information on this case. In other news," He shut off the TV and stood up. That's when he heard the door handle rattling. He sighed. Squatting wasn't his best idea. He backed up, getting a running start, then he ran and leapt out the window, wincing as the glass cut him. "AHHHHHH!!!", he yelled. He'd forgotten that it was a three-story apartment. He reached out and grabbed a flagpole. He stayed suspended for a few seconds, then dropped to the ground. He ran off on all fours, trying to get away before the human cops got there and gunned him down.

Lance

"Ya, I won't take some of that personally." He Murmured after him. "Well people it looks like this is our initiation." Opening his mini computer, He pulls up a map of this area. He looked up at the white fox. "Not even 5 minute and your taking 2nd in command. Your rather ambitious. Well, you are a merchant." He looked at every one and then in the direction of the station. "I can jam the police wave but with this thing..." He indicated his mini computer. "It will last maybe 5 minutes before they stop trying to stop it and switch over to a more secure wave that I can jam with this.

Bright eyes were watching closely, nose twitching at scents and ears poised. One eavesdropped frantically on the carnivores while the other twitched about, carefully keeping tabs on her surroundings. Hazel didn't do what she did for so long without being aware. Scuffle somewhere in the buildings, not important. People talking down the block, not important. Phew, but the ferret wiffed. The little mouse was grateful that her sense of smell wasn't as sharp as some halves, gawd to be a canine in this situation! She'd new respect for the doberman and wolf. Typical posturing, what was it with canine males and establishing dominance. Must be to do with that pack instinct they all displayed. Hazel's tail was closely tucked around her feet as she crouched in the doorway. With her dusty and non descript clothes she looked like any random half, the hair in her face clipped aside with a metal bow clip that was now starting to rust in places where the blue and white paint had worn off. A bit clean to be a bum, she could just as easily live in the house, be sitting in the doorway to watch the world go by which was a common pastime.

That was Stray, hm? Although she'd heard plenty of him, this was the first time she'd laid black eyes on him. Hazel ran the names through her head again. Destiny, red fox, Marius, doberman, Fern she knew from around the place. She'd bought lockpicks off him although she didn't know if he'd known her name. As far as she recalled he'd just called her Little Mouse, a common enough nickname for her, no more individual than sweetheart or hun. And the cat she didn't recognise. Cats like that one were a dime a dozen and EVERYwhere.

Stray had a good point on the smouldering ruin though. Hazel slipped her hand to a thin collar discretely ringing the base of her throat, pressing a pinkie to the communication device hidden there.

"Stella, goose chase, resist?" she questioned lowly, her voice barely a murmur and her lips still. A moment later and she got an equally quiet response from a transmitter hidden in an earing that peirced the top of her ear.

"Done. eta 15?"

"Good." Hopefully her contact would be able to keep the police running in circles chasing phantoms with too many points to strike at. Meanwhile Hazel planned her course of action. She'd tail these rebels to this hideout, covering for Human police spies, and then make herself known. Hazel wasn't strong, but she didn't need to be. She was fast and she'd been taught how to drop an adult male in under 5 seconds with minimal damage.