If there’s one thing humanity does well, it’s destruction. Many stories have been told of this destruction, of the wars and the disasters and the rebellions and of all of the effects. But not many stories explore what happens after, and what happens to the people who were not the soldiers on the front line.

This story takes place some time in the future. The exact year isn’t important, but it’s both close enough that it is somewhat familiar, but far enough away that there are things we do not understand. The exact location isn’t important either, but the story takes place in a city called Scarmouth. Six months ago, Scarmouth was torn apart by a brutal revolution. The exact details still aren’t important, but let’s just say the good guys won and Scarmouth is slowly and steadily becoming a better place.

Across the city, there are people who find themselves picking up the pieces. In this story, there are no great, grand heroes who single-handedly changed the path of the whole war and who were the face of the revolution. Here, there are only ordinary people who saved lives or who took them. There are only ordinary people who just wanted to live their lives and who found themselves caught up in the middle of it. And all around them, the world keeps changing. There are people pointing fingers and calling them traitors or heroes and sometimes people call them both. They have to come to terms with the new world and their place in it.

first things first, a reminder that god-modding is forbidden. god-modding typically means controlling a character without their player's permission. so when in doubt, ask. communication is key. if i don't hear from you in a while and have made one or more attempts to contact you with no reply, i will assume you have had to leave for whatever reason and will proceed as such. i promise i don't bite, so if you're busy or have bad writer's block or anything like that, please do let me know! romance and violence are pretty much a given for a drama-driven rp like this, but keep it within site rules. most importantly, if things get steamy, either fade to black or bring it off site. there will be adult themes within the rp. if the content veers into uncomfortable or distressing, please PM me and we can work around it or i can ask other players to alter as necessary. please keep the drama to the ic. i want plenty of drama between our characters and as little drama between players as possible! any issues arising among members of the rp should be dealt with over pm. you have 72 hours to submit a WIP. that WIP can be a blank sheet, i just want something in to know you're still on board. you will then have 5 days after submitting your WIP to finish your character. i will grant extensions as long as you pm me. any further questions or issues, please pm me!

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when reserving, i'd love to see

• a 250x250 gif of your character, and if possible, an image of the same size that's aesthetic. see below for examples.
• the character's name, age, hex code, and face claim.
• and a short paragraph description

Noah knew that a residency in Emergency Medicine was likely to be intense, but he had no idea how intense it would be. On a number of occasions, he was sent onto the streets to treat the wounded who weren't stable enough to make it to hospital in time. He had guns pointed at him for treating a person from the wrong side, he was threatened with violence, and was physically attacked on a number of occasions when people either didn't see his medic vest or just didn't care who he was. Now, he's one of those people that people call a hero, but he doesn't feel much like a hero. He's scarred from what he saw and terrified.

It wasn't that Hatch had no interest in the revolution. It was more that her interests were entirely self centred, and she was more concerned about how she could benefit from it. She worked as a mechanic for both sides during the revolution, but when this was discovered, it backfired as neither side trusted her. She's now regarded with a significant amount of weariness as nobody knows who she truly stood with. But Hatch only ever stood for her own interests, for her own welfare, thanks to a rough upbringing, and she tells herself she doesn't care what people think or if they trust her. She repeats it to herself and almost has herself fooled into believing it.