The world as humanity knew it was of war, rape, murder, pestilence and disease. A series of devastating maladies compounded; the human genome had begun to break down from the last critical epidemic of 2525 . After millennia of mutations and genetic disorders--the human DNA sequence, the code for all human life was irrevocably damaged. In a last ditch effort to stall for time for a cure, humans turned to gene therapy and gene splicing.

This futile attempt only stalled the progression of the breakdown. The cure for the disease came five years later, however nearly half of the entire world's population perished. With the break down on a cellular level, people began the long, agonizing decent into death looking dead; deathly white skin, unless the corrosion struck the liver then a noticeable jaundice onset. Dark circles that looked more like black eyes and contusions. Hemtomas would 'sprout' over the body, painful protrusions as the accelerated breakdown flared cancer cells into over producing even more.

A breakthrough cure came in 2531 under the code name "Icarus" A new synthetic drug that manipulated the chromosomes and secured human prevalence once again. At first, the drug worked wonders. It cured every natural disease man had faced up to that point. But like the man that flew with wax wings and got to the sun--everything went terribly wrong.

Seven years. Seven long, painful years and the world would change forever. the drug that humankind sough to liberate themselves from a disease that--biologically had sundered them, was now the choice weapon of their downfall. Utilizing "dead" strains of some of the more viral plagues that were tearing human civilization apart and combining them to ward off the effects of active live strains yielded surprising effects. The live strains broke down chromosomes, the chemical make-up of any given human being. With an endless array of outcomes; sterilization, rapid onset of leprosy, blindness, deafness, anorexia, and the ever increasing chance of having the all--the diseases became known as Azrael Syndrome. Because of the human depiction of the Angel of Death as a hooded skeletal figure--patients exhibiting this contagious plague often looked appeared dead long before their suffering engulfed them.



Entire colonies were set up to shelter them, burn the bodies when they died--sometimes in the masses--and experiment on to find a way to combat this Syndrome. Icarus combated this infection by consistently mutating the chromosomes on a regular basis so it could not be destroyed via blood. Once entered into the blood stream, it changed the nature of AS and did not full on combat it. Within years strange side effects of the Icarus became apparent. Within the seven year progression strange, brutal attacks began occurring where victims were torn apart--and eaten. It wasn't until the world saw what was happening to the population that had been immunized from AS did it stand still in absolute horror.

The constant adaptation to the disease left what remained of the populations scattered across the world mutated or unfazed. Half the remains world's population experienced one of two mutations. One mutation was that subjects had a massive increase in muscle density and a could contract muscle tissue far more than a human ever could. The comparable strength was twice that of an adult silver back gorilla. Capable of flipping, even lifting sedan sized vehicles, ripping steel doors off their frames and even breaking steel reinforced cables. They also exhibited a highly dense hide, very resistant to bullets and shrapnel. These had a a decrease in mental functioning, with warmongering as a strong mental urge. The need to fight is very prevalent in these mutations. Their skin is a dull grey, they are highly muscular, and their eyes are like polished obsidian and hair a stark white. This are nicknamed "Oroc"

The second and completely differing mutation is a more agile, slimmer and highly intelligent being. They had a massive increase in brain activity. They have made quite a few advancements in technology, including but not limited to human-cybernetic attachments capable of combating Oroc. However, as agile and intelligent as they are, they seem to be quite frail. Having hollow bones that allow them swift movement, this is counter-productive as they cannot withstand even the abuse of a normal human would be capable of. These are called the Silvian.



The landscape of the world has changed much during the times of the plagues. The continents have since shifted and rejoined to make a super-continent now called "Toril". Less in scale to Pangaea millions of years ago, it still combines most of Europe, North and South America, and Africa as well as the core of Russia. The earthen™s surface is ruled by the Oroc, the skies by the Amaranth and the subterranean by humanity. Humankind has found ways to combat the Oroc, albeit, not everyone applies. Human and Amaranth technologies have culminated in high strength, high performance robotic prosthesis. An expensive and painful procedure, usually only dedicated soldiers have been voted to endure at their request.

The Oroc have overrun the surface. Their cannibalistic and volatile natures make them a threat at all times. However, due to their incredibly durable skin as well as their redundant organ systems, they are incredibly hard to kill. On noted occasions of one Berserker Oroc took out two squads, fourteen men in total by itself while sustaining multiple gunshot wounds. Their bones and skin are incredulously dense, acting like a biological "bulletproof vest". Even shots to the head, unless by a heavy caliber tipped with depleted uranium cores have stopped these beasts. The Kommandos, technologically enhanced soldiers with grafted augments have been noted to be capable of one fights with the Oroc and survived.

The Amaranth seem to want nothing to do with the surface dwellers, hiding in floating citadels with their machines, high above the cloud cover. However, on occasion, they will trade with the humans. The Oroc having a keen taste for Amaranth flesh. The only connection with them is via hologram. However, something has changed the Oroc's behavior recently; decisive and seemingly tactful maneuvers--things that the typical Oroc or its hierarchy hadn't displayed before has become a new threat to humanity and the Amaranth.



A "Duke" that goes by Cain has developed a highly receptive sense of reasoning. He was a capable of taking the rule over the Oroc hierarchical society and maintains his intelligence. However this does not mean he can be simply persuaded. He has recently taken down an Amaranth citadel, a near impossible feat beforehand and forced the city's leader to ransom its people or his daughter. The city voted unanimously to give Cain their city's leader's daughter. Cain plans on making a principality with his new bride...a concept that invokes disgust and terror for all...

Cain is an ambitious, impatient but strong-willed character. He is tough, endurable but no invincible no matter his accolades. While it might seem inconceivable at times that he can be killed--it will merely prove to be down to the actions of a few to save the lives of thousands or down to one--who, put before her people to wed Cain--must decide rather she will help in killing him or come to understand and even love him. The choice is up to you.

NPC's

Regular



The Regulars are the basic "grunt" of the Oroc, they are the De-evolved--evolution to human beings, but aren't quite Beserkers and definitely not Titans. They make up the backbone of the Oroc party and roam through out the Lost Cities freely on the top soil above the humans. They are three times the size of your typical human, even with the growth hormone introduced to the human genome. Their skin is the same grayish subterranean mute color as well. However, unlike your typical Drone, Regulars are laden with protrusive pustules that a are porous and form a kind chitinous exoskeletal-armor. These are actually callouses that have formed an almost rock hard layer of hardened skin. These form over a course of several days and is not instantaneous. These have been known to be so hard, that they can literally with stand fifty caliber sniper rounds traveling at 852 meters a second. Even head shots, if the growth covers their head. This is not without incident however, the growths once attached to the muscle mass contracts slightly making it moderately harder for them to move.


• Height 8'0-9'5 feet
  
• Weight 325lbs-435lbs
  
• Build Durable
  
• Evolved State First Stage
  
• Typical Weaponry Swords, clubs, can and will pick up guns from dead humans; scavenger.

Berserker: When compared to one of these nightmares, Regulars are a walk in the park. Like the Regulars, they have a highly adaptive skin. They are black, usually armored--war painted and set loose. They are too dangerous to fight alone especially when frenzied. They smell Silvians like sharks smell blood so they will home in Amaranth's and Silvians. They stand 13 feet tall, can rip street lights out of concrete embedded emplacements and lift small cars. They can be provoked very easily and once frenzied they don't care what's in their way they will kill it or die trying. They can only be used but once per squad because their frenzy once started--can not be stopped until they die either by their own kinds hands or their enemies. Do not let their size fool you, they can rampage; running at 35 m.p.h


• Height 13ft
• Weight 3,000-4,000
• Build Heavy
• Evolved State Second Stage
• Weapons

Bare hands, street posts, telephone poles, light cars.[/list]

Titan: Titans are thankfully uncommon, but they do exist in numbers. They, like Beserkers share a mutative gene as they were once Regulars. But surviving so many battles, they progressively have gotten more enormous. Call it natural selection at its worst. They are 25 feet tall, and cause the most havoc when they are heavily clad in armor scavenged from the buildings of the lost cities. They wield weapons of large, cumbersome designs; clubs, swords, hammers--typically things that can cause tremendous crushing damage. While not dangerous for one person, the only single being that's taken one these out himself was Cain, that's why he's called Hathell, "Bane". Because he's dangerous to own selective breed as he is to the humans and Silvians


• Height 25 ft
• Weight 14 tonnes
• Build Ultra
• Evolved State Third Stage
• Weapons Bare hands, street posts, telephone poles, heavy vehicles, Swords, Hammers, Clubs.