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Remorseless Evolution

Remorseless Evolution

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Evolution has caused humanity to branch off into two separate races, the Neco and the Sapiens. Many years ago a war occurred to try and eliminate the weaker race but they still walk to earth today. Many now think it is time for a revolution.

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Introduction




We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves.

Roughing up our minds so we're ready when the kill time comes.

Glory and gore go hand in hand. That's why we're making headlines!




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Homosapien.
Noun
Definition: An weaker ancestor of the human being. The hominid have little intelligence, power, or skill in anything and are now viewed as lower class citizens. They are restricted from contact with Neco kind and now live in small collections under strict control by the government which usually are plagued by poverty and disorder. Any signs or corruption or rebellion will result in execution.
Life expectancy: 80 years
Status: Before it was thought the species had more or less become extinct but new data and information is displaying that Homosapiens are still around in decent sized numbers, many not under government control.

Homoneco.
Noun
Definition: A modern day human. Most Necos are ever powerful, immune to every known disease, and have pure bodily perfection. They are the optimum of the human race. So far they have advanced technology, weaponry, and nutrition in food. Necos are able to push their body over the limit with extreme physical strength, intelligence, determination; the Sapiens lack this. City's and civilization is quickly being rebuilt after the war and society is repairing though many areas elsewhere are still left empty, dead and baron. Disagreements over the "solution" to the war means violence is still common as many protest either for or against Sapiens rights. Stray Sapeins often attack small villages sparking up small battles and spars. Despite a Neco's strength they are still killable and well thought out plans and large numbers have meant a good handful of victories for the weaker race.
Life expectancy: 134 years.
Status: The population is quickly increasing to the number that is was before the war.


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After the war.


A war that began and ended many years ago still does not prove as a solution to differences between the two species that still walk the planet. Sapiens and Necos do not differ in many ways what so ever apart from Necos appearing to be a improved version of the human race, though additional flaws have been identified. Generally the new species has been observed to be more stoic and lacking the more 'unnecessary' and humanoid emotions. They act upon logic but many tend to be unable to see the more ethical sides of situations. Moral behavior may be seen differently to both races.

The war began to try and eliminate the Sapiens as they were seen as stunting humanities development. Many were persuaded by the idea of natural selection but it did not take long for the plan to completely backfire on them. A good handful of merciful Neco's were against this but those with more power confirmed the assault but under estimated what they were up against. Many lives were lost and now only about a 1/5th of the worlds population 10 years ago survived. As written above in the race descriptions recently the Neco's have stopped the violence and began scooping up the Sapiens like livestock, though it is clear there will soon be a uprising.

It's not clear who is fighting who anymore either. Many Neco's and Sapiens live together in peace on the outskirts of the world, but in other areas revenge and hatred spurs violence. The world is full of disorder.


(This is a follow on from a old RP of mine though you don't have to know of it at all to join.)




Rules and other things.


★This RP is quite literate. I expect people to reply often and with about 300 words minimum per post.
★This RP is also quite mature with lots of violence and touchy subjects. It has implied racism and I also expect some characters will use foul language and have some suggestive scenes. If you can't deal with it I don't think this RP is for you.
★Characters are welcome to be offensive but in OOC please don't contuine it.
★Feel free to message me with any questions or ideas. You can also add me on skype at strawberrysweet98.
★Sexual scenes may be implied but not described. I don't think its the best idea to do a full description here, so just leave it brief or do a kind of time skip. If you want to RP like that do the kinky stuff in PM if they agree to it.
★For gods sake don't godmod. I know Necos are generally stronger but they are not indestructible.
★I suggest having no more than two characters but the max is 3.
★Please have fun c:




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She sighed and sat back against the bar, watching him puff generously at his cigarette and ponder her words. Akira longed to know what he was thinking of, but it seemed like she never would find out as he remained silent.

"Now we're going to Moi Delim. You've heard of it right? A town that isn't actually kept up with the times so to speak. It's pretty dirty and the people there will stare you down to your grave, but it's probably the most genuine place on this massive rock we call earth. I don't know. The wine's good at least."


"Oh." The raven haired girl hummed before pausing for a while. "I have passed the place a few times on my travels but never really visited. I wish I had something to cover up with..." Akira tutted looking down at her breasts with a frown. Of course she dressed in a provocative manner to attract some amount attention but what she most certainly was not asking for was harassment. "I'm pretty sure a gun in their mouths gets the message across in a better manner though." Her lips began curling into a venous smile before quickly falling back to something flat. "Is this place a Neco town or?..." If that was the case, she would be more worried about her life than her body. She would also have to resist the temptation of slaughtering every being in sight; she would more than likely fail.

"You know, if you keep treating me so nicely I might start thinking of you as my wife on accident."


"W...what? June!" She stammered clumsily. The woman’s cheeks almost instantly began flushing a dark red. As much as Akira could have easily battered back a confident witty comment to sexual flirtation, this kind of thing made her weak at the knees. It took her a few seconds to pull herself together before she began asking questions. "Why do you say that? Was she and I somewhat alike?"

"I'll be right back,"
"Let's go to a better location. If you stay around farm animals and their.... leavings for too long in a boxed area, it'll strike you with fever."


Akira nodded before waiting patiently, with her right hand brushing against her handgun while he was absent. She followed him once he returned and seemed pretty pleased with the new cabin in comparison to the filled with pigs. The sapien sat alongside him, drumming her fingertips on the window ledge rhythmically, finally feeling peaceful.

"So why do you dote on me? If you don't mind me asking. I'm not really that special of a person to be given the gift of affection from a young woman such as yourself. You're also not naive. You must know how I live my life by now. Still you show me such kindness. Why is that?"


Akira smirked before letting out a soft laugh, leaning her head on the side of the chair and meeting with his eyes. "You are very skilled and prove a worthy acquaintance in battle, you spill your stories as though you have known me forever, you provide me with an adventure that is finally making me feel alive again, not to mention the free drinks and the fact that you are devilishly gorgeous too..." She purred, finishing with a wink rather than a full stop. Akira then turned away from him and continued to have her pupils scan the outside world; the trees, the cities, the ruins.

"I hope you realize after I lost my home I was pitifully lonely walking about the place on my own. Sure, I met decent people but it was only ever a short term thing, whether it be trade, sex, or help, they all moved on or died very quickly. Of course 3/4 of them were Sapiens like me so it was not all that surprising that many lost their lives. Me and you are likely to be a short term thing, but I hope it does not have to be." She explained with a heavy sigh, trying to pick up the memories of these people in her brain.

"It's just that, it feels like I'm dreaming."


"I..I don't really get what you mean by that June. Are you sure it is not something in the bullet?"

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Owlsa and Oreron Hall

Oreron watched the tyrant boy as he and the other girl walked in. His hands where shaking as he lifted the bowl of meat and stew to his lips and drank. Just being in the presence of someone who reaked this much of the old war very nearly made him want to spill blood. But still, he knew very well that his line where like sharks to blood. Letting Owsla go into a frenzy here would not only be irresponsible, but dangerous for all involved.

"Do not thank me, Tyrant. Owsla made it." The larger neco muttered as he snapped a chunk of meat into his mouth. He looked over at his daughter and watched as she was seemingly facinated with this new person. He could hear her purring as she circled around him and started playing with his odd colored hair. He snorted and took another drink as he played his sights on the other female.

He remembered this one very well. A female that, at one time, was capable to take care and fend for herself. It was years since he had met her and now seeing her made him think. "What happened to you, Mafo?" He said as quietly as he could but his voice still rummbled deeply as if it had come from the earth itself. "Once a proud neco that my wife would have been proud to meet. Now nothing more than a lamb." He placed a finger under his chin as if to inspect her face. His eye were calm, the kind watching patiently for prey to come by so he could snatch it up. The curiosity of this transformation he would soon figure out.




Owsla circled the man serveral times before going back to champ upon noticing that her father now set his attention on the girl. "Hey! Ace!" she called as she got herself another bowl of stew. "How do you know her? Dad seems to have taken an instrest in her." He purred as if asking a different sort of question. Owsla looked down at Champ and gave him a quick ruffle on the top of his head before coming back up. "You know. Dad has told me stories about the war when he finally found me. Things that his clan did to keep prisoners in line like and made them the shell of who they once were." The girl took a somber tone as she watched her father inspect Jennifer as if she were someone imprisoned by his command. "And with this guy here, he might just leave to wander and clear his head for a bit."

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Ember Wolfe & Shrade

Ember flinched when Ace arrived on the scene and... "Shrade, don't you think you should leave now..." She leaned over to whisper at Shrade as she felt a slightly embarrassed and comical expression appear on her face. "I mean, you showed up.. out of the blue and everything, you've embarrassed me and humanized me and-" Shrade lifted his head to look at her, and shrugged before walking out of the cabin.

A conflicted look stole her face and made her bite her lip. Aww, hell, it's not like Ace is gonna worry if I disappear for a few... she sighed before walking out of the house to talk with her former mentor.

....


Once outside, Shrade had begun to stride away from the cabin, his violet eyes set on something in the distance.

On the other hand, Ember was trying to keep up with Shrade. While she was tall for a woman neco, she was still a bit shorter than most neco men, and (as it's something Ember had always reminded Shrade in the past, she wasn't going to say it) short people tend to have short legs, and not that much of a stride. She began jogging lightly to keep up with the violet haired man only to be ... "Aghh! What the hell!" She stumbled to her knees, gloved hands barely catching herself before she landed face first into the dirt.

Shrade sighed at her, "Why can't you just be normal, and just... I don't know... get knocked out with one hit?" Ember turned to stare at Shrade, incredulous about her situation. "What? Shrade, what-" Her voice had been soft, child-like, vulnerable, but then it had been cut off with Shrade knocking her out with a punch to the face. He sighed before dropping to the ground and pushing Ember's hair out the way to stare at a tattoo on the nape of her neck. "I'm sorry, Ember... I truly am, but I have to do this."

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Minutes later, Shrade walked back into the cabin. No one even noticed we were gone... good... maybe the experiment will be... better than before. He let out a dramatic sigh before settling down on the ground at the far corner of the room. He watched everyone through narrowed eyes.

A minute later, Ember walked into the room, except this time... There was something different about her... Like eyes had fire in them. "Hey guys, what's going on?" She walked, no, she stalked over to Ace like a panther, her movements fluid and provocative. "Whatcha doin, Ace?" She purred and ran her hand distractingly through his hair, then moved away quickly. She flitted about the cabin, her eyes moving from every person's face to the next, as if bored and jittery.

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Jennifer turned her gaze to the man across the table, his stare burning holes into her by the second. She wondered what he saw in her eyes; sadness? Perhaps fear? Or nothing, a blank tundra of blue and white, a glacier of nothing, no life within, no fire, no heat. That's what she was after all. She was nothing. She was a bed heater, a decorative vase, a body to use when the men felt so inclined. She wasn't anything to actually look at. She was a tool.

But he looked at her in a way that made her muscles tighten, like she was worth a look that said I see you. I know you. I found you. She opened her mouth, shut it again, and shook her head once. "I am as I was meant to be," her voice broke as she spoke, her eyes wavering, but always coming back to look the man in the eye, "that's all." That's all she could truly say. That's what had been taught to her. She was this way, because this was the way for her to be all along, the way James had always wanted her to be. And James was her closest companion. Had been. Before she'd murdered him.

She wants to say more, wants to know why he asks, why he looks her in the eyes, why he cares, when the warrior-woman breezes in. Immediately, her arms begin to prickle, her brow scrunches, her jaw locks in concentration. Something is not right. This is not how she is. She is never this sparrow, flitting from one person to the next, voice velvet and unnatural. The warrioress runs her fingers through the Blondie's locks, and Jennifer feels a spark of something in her gut; it feels a lot like anger. She tightens her hands into fists, fixes her empty tundra eyes on the woman, and watches each and every movement, studies the way her arms turn, her lips curl, her eyes flicker.

For a moment, it is like Jennifer is all better. Like she is cured of whatever emptiness has held her captive. A dark predatory sense washes through her body, and she tenses as though to stand. An errant jolt of pain pounds through her teeth, and she exhales as though punched in the belly, and releases her muscles, falling back into the defensive pose she has inhabited all morning. Still, something is wrong with the other woman. And the other man has yet to return.

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"Do not thank me, Tyrant. Owsla made it."

"Ah." Ace smiled lightly, turning to the white haired girl before correcting himself. "Well thank you Owlsa. It's just a shame you never made food when it was just me and you eh?" He laughed, but his eyes were cocky as though there was some facts behind his comment. He ate the food with good manners and did not leave a drop. It was quite enjoyable.

Jenn ate in a way that was the complete opposite to himself, but he could understand why. Due to the state they had found her in, her almost malnourished body and the lack of knowledge about what had happened to her he had a good guess about how starving she was. As their eyes met he simply smiled, wishing that he could read her thoughts or at least have them written down in a very thick and detailed book.

"Once a proud neco that my wife would have been proud to meet. Now nothing more than a lamb."
"I am as I was meant to be,"


The conversation between Oreron and Jennifer then erupted. It was a simple enough conversation that Ace himself was building himself up to attempt, still her answers were quite dissatisfying. They did not explain anything, but if she did not wish to explain he would not push her or allow anyone else to either.

"Hey! Ace!"
"How do you know her? Dad seems to have taken an interest in her."


Taken quite an interest in her. Ace could not help but have his expression fall into a harsh frown that was cold and dead. Oh really. What does that mean? A voice uttered in his mind but he kept his lips pressed together for a second to hold back those words. "Jenn saved my life on so many occasions. I was shot in the leg and as a boy...and as a man now I have always been very weak compared to the average neco. She protected me and taught me how to be strong in this world but one day I woke up finding myself alone. This woman is not a lamb...

Jennifer Heathers is a lioness my friend."

"You know. Dad has told me stories about the war when he finally found me. Things that his clan did to keep prisoners in line like and made them the shell of who they once were."


Ace got to his feet with a heavy sigh and another seemingly tired expression fell on his face. As he collected the dishes and put them in the machine he absently looked down upon himself. He was not packed with attractive muscle mass like most neco's, he was rather much built like a lean sapien who did sit ups in his spare time. Ace used to be the lamb and Jenn the lioness, now they were both lambs. How depressing. "I'm sure when she wants to tell us her story she will do." He replied in a simplistic tone.

"Whatcha doin, Ace?"

"Oh hai Ember I did not notice you were go-!" The blonde man was cut off as she ran her fingers through his hair, sending shocks up his spine by just that simple action. He could feel her breath on his skin for some reason and it took him quite by surprise; he jolted back away from her with slightly flushed cheeks, blinking quickly with confusion and trying to keep his eyes away from her body with snaked round the room.

Ember was not the type to flirt, even if she wanted to. She was a predator with a set objective that she would let nothing get in the way of whatever her plans were. Ace did not know if he actually enjoyed this provocative behaviour from Ember, or if it scared him somewhat. It seemed so wrong and foreign. "So...Where did you pop out to just then?" He questioned, suddenly remembering this purple haired stranger and scanning the room for signs of him.

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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron could feel it in his bones, something was truely wrong with this woman. He sighed as he removed his hand from her chin and continued with his own food. Lapping the liquid up like a canind before setting down the empty bowl on the table. "You with speak of this with the time is right. For you were never meant to be what you are now." He said as he stood from the table and towards the sink.

That was when both halls noticed Ember's return. Needless to say, their reactions to Ember's new persona was...less than pleasing. Oreron made a low rummbling noise, with a warning noise from a lion as he watched the normally stern and milliteristic woman. He had noted before her mannerisms and quirks and this seemed....out of character for her. Being a flirt to someone she had, just last night, slapped across the face to make a point. Something was off and either he was going to figure it out or kill who or what was responsible.

Owsla's reaction was...less than subdued. She gave a loud wild-cat like hiss at Ember upon watching her new mannerisms. Grabbing Ace and pulling him close, she growled and hissed in her direction and her hair looking like it was standing on end from the tenseness. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Ember?!" She roared as she pulled Ace ever closer to her. This outburst awarded her with a slight glare from her father herfore he encased his arm in the armor from earlier and pulled up a hollogram screen to a search engine of some sort. If anything Oreron didn't look like he wanted to be bothered, but a photo slipped out from his pants pocket with out his notice as she scrolled and typed on the holoscreen. Owsla herself watching the new Ember like a hawk ready for a fight.

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As though alarms were blaring in her head, Jennifer was wincing every few moments, pain forcing her to toe the line between action and passiveness. An instinct in her heart, her throat, her very blood was telling her to be ready for a fight. Slip out of the chair, out of the room, take up position to tackle and subdue if the target was to run. Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared...but an artificial voice, masculine and cruel, wouldn't let her body move as it wanted. It was telling her to be still, be liquid, be weakness. No one would attack weakness. For a while, the battle raged inside her. To follow an instinct that she wasn't sure her body could handle, or to be still and preserve a life that didn't even matter.

Finally, she resigned herself to stay seated, but her eyes stayed glued on the rushing woman. Jennifer's eyes, for once, looked full of life; one could almost see the thoughts whirring, the things around her being recorded, the life dancing inside. She looked, honestly, alive, in comparison to the brain-dead body that carted itself around. Though dangerous as the situation might have been, her thoughts were all locked on what the Blondie had said.

"Jennifer Heathers is a lioness my friend."

He thought of her as a lioness. Or, rather, the her that HAD been. He thought that much of her. She wanted to be giddy, to smile and to dance in the way that the men had shown her, but now was definitely not the time. A lioness. A lioness. The moon. All these strong things that she might have been, once, and might be, once again. Still. Not the time.

Allowing her eyes to drift, Jennifer found her gaze on the man that was sitting hunched in the corner, his eyes narrowed as he watched the events around them unfold. Strange, strange, not to be trusted, something told her, so she angled her body towards him, fixing him under a stare that she hoped was unnerving, or maybe even a little uncomfortable.

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Ember Wolfe

Everything was twisting, causing her insides to contract, her pupils going wide. What the hell is going on? She felt herself stop moving and shiver... She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly, feeling as if she had just gone through one hell of a firefight... She opened her eyes to find everyone staring at her or at least... glaring at her. She felt instincts kick in and she pulled back into a defensive position... "Ace, why does Owsla have me in her sights?"

Ember had changed instantly from the jittery bug and back into her normal cool headed self. The only problem was that her cool thoughts were now entirely focused on Owsla, and... to a small extent, Jennifer. But then... Something unsettled Ember... "And why does she have her arm around you?" It sounded more like she was wondering why he was stupid enough to trust anyone like that and... just a smidgen of jealousy although she'd never admit it...

Just then, her C.A.T. decided to make an appearance and jump off her wrist. It was in its hamster-thing shape and was bouncing back and forth in front of Ember and Ace as if it a big secret to tell. "Shush! Shush! Shush!" It's constant bouncing, howver, was interrupted by Ember dropping a spoon on its head. It stopped bouncing and hissed angrily, "Shu!!!" Ember rolled her eyes in a small sign of amusement, "I don't have any chocolate... but I think he does." She pointed at Ace, her posture now relaxed, or as relaxed as she'll ever be, as she felt that things had calmed down enough.

In response to Ember's lie, the C.A.T. whizzed toward Ace and began scampering all over his body... Running up his shirt, under his chin, over his head, into his pockets and even sniffing around his feet. Even having looked over him again, the CAT did another run, this time faster and whizzing around again and again, not caring if Ace didn't like it...

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June King



June let a small chuckle out as the woman suggested there was something in the bullet effecting him. "I don't know," he said stretching his arms wide. "Maybe there was some type of aphrodisiac."

Of course it was a joke seeing as he didn't really feel like his mind was being altered by some type of drug. Though he had to admit, there was something making him feel a little aloof at the moment. Soon enough, a knock at the door caused him to release his stray thoughts. "Come in."

On signal, a man in a blue dress getup with a workers cap on opened the door and poked his head inside. "Sorry to bother you sir," the man said while looking around, "and mam. I was just going around seeing if anyone wanted anything off of the menu."

"Sure," June said taking pieces of paper made money out of his pocket. "I'll have the bacon sandwich with egg. Oh, and a bottle of vodka. Here, I'm sure this will cover my meal and hers." June handed the man his money and rested back in his chair, closing his eyes as if he were about to go to sleep.

"Um... Sorry sir. I'm sure this is too much for any reasonable order."

Opening one eye, June looked at the man with a grin on his face. "It's okay. You know me and my wife were just talking about what an amazing trip we've had while aboard. Isn't that right Aki?"

The man looked over at June, then he looked over at Akira. June watched him over with his opened eye wondering if he was going to give them any problems. Finally the man folded the money he had in his hands and placed the currency in his pocket. "Well, I shouldn't be rude in neglecting your thanks. So what will it be for you mam?"

While Akira ordered, June fell asleep against his window and didn't wake up until the food arrived, upon which he asked when they would reach their destination.

"Oh. I suspect within an hour or so," the man said.

Once he left for the last time June looked at his watch and pulled out a stylist and his phone, probing folders and crossing off information that only he knew about. Within his work flare he had almost forgot that there was someone else with him. It was tedious work really. Basically he was seeing how long it would take him to get ready for his next job. He hoped that he wouldn't have to wait long for his man eater, otherwise he'd be stuck for a good week in one place, something he never liked.

"Hey," he said upon glancing away from his work. He was startled by the girls presence at first until he reminded himself of the situation. "Did you want to go anywhere after we stop here? I probably wont have to do much for a week, so it might be best if we find something to do until it's time for my next job."

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"Who are you and what have you done with the real Ember?!"


Ace was yanked hard towards the female with caused him to stumble clumsily over his feet with a small yelp. "Owsla!?" He questioned sternly, before finding himself in her arms. She was clutching him more defensively than affectionately, leaving his brain whizzing with confusion. "Easy there tiger..." The blonde male said in a way that was both meant to be flirtatious and relevant to the situation at hand.

"Ace, why does Owsla have me in her sights?"

"Oh jesus christ. I..Um." He started before simply sighing; noting that Ember's seductive behaviour had now vanished and her body was now held with pride rather than lustful intentions. It was quite odd, but Ace could not come up with a reasonable answer to the situation such just stated what he knew. "You seemed rather...out of character. It's just I did not think you were that kind of lady. I think Owsla took it as threatening." He explained, tone uneasy.

"And why does she have her arm around you?"


Ace began half sarcastically sobbing and pulled Owsla's arm from around him. "I'm sick of girls. Half naked bed pounces, being slapped in the face, finding my long lost companion and now you are arguing over which one of you gets me!" He flopped to the floor comically with his hands raised in the air. "I know I am so sexy and the only one you all want but please have mercy on my poor virgin soul!" He pleaded to the sky, before letting his hands fall to the floor and now becoming unable to hold in his laughter.

"Please let us be civil now. I don't want blood spilled in my nice cabin." Ace pulled himself to his feet, before checking briefly upon Jennifer who now had Champ nuzzling affectionately at her shins pleading for attention. Still her face seemed angered, in fact she finally looked alive. It was beautiful and made his heart beat faster and faster. This situation seemed to had stirred something in her heart. He followed where her pupils were locked to and found the purple haired stranger seated in the corner of the room. "I hope you don't plan on making a mess either. I don't know what you are like after all. Mind me asking your name Sir?" Ace asked with a hint of coldness in his tone yet he did remain awfully polite.

"I don't have any chocolate... but I think he does."


"PLEASENO.NOO....!" Ace begged before the creature began racing across his body, tickling his torso causing the man to make an odd sounding mix between laughter and pain. "IT'S GUNNA BITE ME IT TICKLE STOP STOP ARHHHHH. I'LL KILL YOU EMBER!" He told her before making his way over to the cupboard to look for chocolate. He rummaged the shelves for a small silver wrapper and placed it on the counter. "FLUFFIN STAWP!"

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"Maybe there was some type of aphrodisiac."

A devilish grin instantly rose on Akira's face as he said this and her eyes lit up like emeralds. At first she simply let out a soft laugh before pausing for a moment and deciding on her next move. She did not even know what exactly she was doing or what she was planning but due to a bold mind frame she went with it anyway. Slowly the raven haired woman pulled herself towards the man before straddling his crotch steadily. "Oh really?..." She purred quietly in a rather seductive tone, waiting for a reaction to light up on his face. Akira did not know if she expected this to go any farther than this really, but either way the situation was enjoyable and amusing. "Is that so June?"

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Come in."

She gasped and quickly leapt from him, now sitting awkwardly a meter or two away from the male. Her movements were fidgety and there was a small colour difference in her face but she managed to compose herself rather quickly.

"Sorry to bother you sir,"
"and mam. I was just going around seeing if anyone wanted anything off of the menu."
"Sure,"
"I'll have the bacon sandwich with egg. Oh, and a bottle of vodka. Here, I'm sure this will cover my meal and hers."
"Um... Sorry sir. I'm sure this is too much for any reasonable order."
"It's okay. You know me and my wife were just talking about what an amazing trip we've had while aboard. Isn't that right Aki?"


Akira clenched her fists tightly, now feeling under pressure as she was pulled into this. Aki?! What the? Her mind spat. She was also rather annoyed at how much June just tossed away without a second thought. His job was something so dangerous and horrible yet he did not seem to be exactly in it for the money. It made her feel disgusting as he once again offered to pay for everything. "Ah...um yes. Utterly amazing!" She announced with a polite smile.

"Well, I shouldn't be rude in neglecting your thanks. So what will it be for you mam?"

"Pasta salad with a bottle of red wine. Thank you sunshine." She told the man in the same tone she spoke to anyone else who she was unfamiliar with in.

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Akira enjoyed her meal and wine in silence after coming to the conclusion that June had decided against speaking to her due to her actions. Possibly? She did not take much notice to what he was doing until he finally made his presence noticeable again.

"Hey,"
"Did you want to go anywhere after we stop here? I probably won’t have to do much for a week, so it might be best if we find something to do until it's time for my next job."


"Oh so you have not fell out with me after all? Am I too much for you to handle?" The raven haired woman asked with a light snigger yet the way she looked at him did make it appear like she was legitimately asking a question. It was quite possible he found her actions rather offensive and she would have liked to know if that was the case. Akira then thought about his question and pressed her lips together before once again holding the blue plant up which she had been dragging around with her all this time. "I need to visit Asher and give him this at some point, but I don't mind when. You lead. I follow." She explained simply.

"Why do you throw money away so much? I get that you have a lot of it and it is your choice and everything but do you never plan to save up for anything nice or useful? I feel really bad when you buy me things you know. Especially considering that so called job of yours." She questioned with her hands holding her head and her elbow on the table, along with a glass of red wine in her other palm, and green eyes fixed on his own. It was just like when they had met at the bar.

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If anything, Oreron was tired....life had beaten, slashed and cut his spirit to near its very core. As he watched his daughter calm herself at the return of Ember's normal mannerisms and watch as Ace rolled on the floor in mock mental agony over being protected by and "fought over" by the three women that had affections for him. Though in his eyes, Owsla's affections for the meek neco seemed more like that of a little sister protecting their older brother from harm.

He rolled his eyes and sighed and leaned against the sink as he patted his left side around his pocket. "If having women faunt themselves at you is too much then do what I did and take a male as a mate for a while. No harm in that." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

The more he patted his side the more that his face started to fade from stoic to slightly paniced and started looking around on the floor for something. The wind from his foot blew away a small piece of paper closer to Champ as he left the room, muttering to himself as he looked at the floor as if searching for something.

Owsla also rolled her eyes at Ace's antics as the fluffins zipped around him. "I swear you still have issues, Goldie...." she said, pinching the bridge of her nose before setting her sights on Ember again. "And what is wrong with you? One minute you're all panther I heat and the next you're back to Ms. Stoic and everything." She said with venom in her words, tapping her claw-like nails on the table as if waiting for something.

((The paper on the floor is a picture of Kathleen, Owsla's mother and Oreron's mate. If anyone wants to pick it up, go ahead, just know that Oreron gonna be wigging out without it. X3))

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Jennifer's attention snapped quickly to the dog as he pushed at her legs, a soothing energy rolling off him in droves. The thoughtful, prepared look dropped from here eyes, and she set in to petting him, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck, making soft, pleasant noises, letting her instincts seep from her body. It was like a switch was flipped, and the lamb was led quietly back to pasture, while the lion fell to sleeping. Her thoughts centered now on the warm dog giving her attention, and it was calm and clear.

A moving scrap of paper caught the raven-haired woman's eye, and she reached for it, closing it carefully in perpetually trembling pale fingers. Slowly turning it over, she stared at the woman in the photograph, her face, her hair, the peace and love that was almost radiating through it. It was pure peace, happiness, love. She remembered, for a second, a picture that she would tuck into her back pocket when she needed the extra boost, that she would pull out and sing to when she wanted to remember joy, that she could cry to when she needed to remember her loss. And then the memory was gone. No pain, no flinch, just a blank breath and a blink, like someone had pressed reset.

She looked to the picture in her hand, then at the door frame Oreron had exited, and got up to quietly follow him. She took a few steps, cleared her throat, and held the picture delicately in the palm of her hand. "Here," she managed to say, extending her arm out to him, "she looks like the little girl, but bigger." Her eyes couldn't look at him. They couldn't really look at anything. She was just staring at the floor, gaze blank and empty.

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(Posts please :c Please don't let this RP shut down)

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Ember blinked slowly, not feeling like spouting lies or questions at the people around her. She was just, suddenly, very tired. It felt as if her body was no longer flesh and bones but a heavy stone filled with nothing but sand. It made her feel heavy and... just so exhausted. Not caring if Ace was threatening to kill her, or if Owsla would carry his plan out for him, she spoke, "I'm gonna go..." She paused to think before adding, "check the forests for punching bags." It was a lie, but at least a lie that could possibly happen.

Ember walked out of the room, not caring when the... 'Fluffin' stopped torturing Ace to snatch the chocolate piece and stand in front of Ember who just walked over it and continued her exit. The Fluffin's ears went down and made a sighing sound that could be described as a sad moan. "Shhhu...."


Shrade

Shrade looked at Ace, "Salutations?" He ran his fingers across his lip as if wiping off invisible crumbs. "My name is Shrade, and you'll find that I'm not messy and... geez, you must be like those bad roommates aren't you?" He cocked his head and smiled like a simpleton just as the Fluffin bounced over and onto his knee. It made a questioning shhhuuu sound.

Shrade continued smiling as he ran a finger over it ears gently. "It's alright, she's probably going to kill a family or something, nothing to worry about." He appeared to be talking to the Fluffin and not any of the other people in the room. The Fluffin perked it's ears at this and all it's worry seemed to dissipate as if it had understood what Shrade had said.

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Ace Tyrant




"If having women faunt themselves at you is too much then do what I did and take a male as a mate for a while. No harm in that."


At first Ace chuckled at Orerons comments so much that he had to hold his stomach and ribs before rubbing them to take the pain away. He then fell into silence, thinking about his words and worked on an honest reply to his suggestion. "I'd like to have a mate but I don't think I'm the type. I mean I'm barely a neco and a lonely cabin dweller with nobody but a dog for company. I'm not exactly respectable or boyfriend material in this type of world am I?" He explained before running his fingers through his blonde hair awkwardly. Being honest Ace was greatly jealous of Oreron and what he had and lost, but also who he was as a human being. He had kind of become a role model for the blonde but he knew he would never be able to live up to that mans standards.

"Plus isn't love quite uncommon in this world now? I thought people more or less forgot the feeling existed." He told the group darkly, which was rather factual. Many necos had been told to have destroyed many emotions through the warfare as they programmed their own brains to only do their duty, which left no room for anything else. "Of course I guess it's hard to feel anything good in some situations." He instantly thought of Jennifer.

"And what is wrong with you? One minute you're all panther I heat and the next you're back to Ms. Stoic and everything."
"I'm gonna go..."
"check the forests for punching bags."


Owsla and Ember were seeming to have a growing amount of conflict with each other. Of course it had always been this way even when they first met in the cabin many years ago as he recalled Owlsa stating something along the lines of how that woman acted was unnatural, and in many ways she was correct. Still he did not know what to do or what to make of it. Even though Ace often filled the role of a peace keeper it did not mean he was a very good one.

He gave fluffin a generous amount of chocolate before placing the creature upon the table. "Don't worry buddy. She will be back soon." It quickly scurried over to the purple haired stranger.

"My name is Shrade, and you'll find that I'm not messy and... geez, you must be like those bad roommates aren't you?"


"Are you sure it is me that is the bad roomate here? You are the one who turned up uninvited." Ace scowled but there was a light smile upon his lips. At the moment in time he had barely any judgement upon this man as he disliked their first encounter due to his interest in Owlsa's breasts but now enjoyed his casual laid back humor. Still he was not comfortable with him in the house either way. "Ace Tyrant. Though I don't really believe names tell people who we really are. I guess I will just have to find out about you in time."

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Oreron turned to face the lamb girl as she handed out a piece of paper to him. At first, he was slightly confused as it seemed that she wanted to be nowhere near him at all. Something that he could respect at literally being carried by him like a dead animal to be skinned and processed. He tilted his head to the side before the words she said regestered in him.

"she looks like the little girl, but bigger."

"Yes..." he stammered as the memory of Kathleen invaded his headspace. "That is because she is her mother." A simple sentence causing a man so feared to become misty eyed. The terrible memory of her being tortued and Owsla cut out of her. He shook himself from the images, knowing full well that he would go into a frenzy if they continued. "It's nothing to worry about right now. You need to put some fat on your ribs if you're going to survive out here. Especially the winter when it comes." He patter the top on her head like he would a small child at play as he walked back into the kitchen to watch the commotion.

Owsla's eyes followed Ember as she walked out of the cabin. She was still on edge and not with her gone there was the other one that Ace seemed to be getting chummy with. "Why'd you come here anyway? Not everyday someone ember knows also shows up out of no where. Especially gem-heads." She spat, still coated with the venom that was thrown at Ember and now at this man. Her eye patched glowed somewhat as she glared at him. Trust wasn't something Owsla gave out Willy nilly to say the least. Her father was one thing since he had the proof that they where blood and she knew very well that she could Ace at anytime should he become a threat. But the chance of Ace become thing a threat was extremely thin to none at this point. This purple haired man, however, was an unknown in her world of knowns. Something she did not take very kindly to.

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With a pat on the head, the man was gone, and she was left standing alone in the hallway. For a while, she just stood, not unlike a computer on idle. She'd been given no commands, no work to run, and so she stood blank, letting the chatter from the kitchen soak into her like rain into dusty ground. She should go back there. Be near the Blondie. Be near the men, where she could be protected. But something pulled her outside, into sunlight and wind and trees.

After a while of wandering pointless circles around and around the cabin, she noticed a duffel bag up in a tree. She paused at the trunk, let her fingers run across the bark, desperate to feel the rough crags, the toughness that even a tree held. And she could feel it...but it was muted. Like she was coming off anesthetic. With a sigh, she boosted herself up, scrambling through the tree like a squirrel, until she reached the branch with the bag.

It was a plain bag, thick dark blue canvas, but she knew in an instant it was for her. It was the same bag the Men used to load up on trucks when they had to go somewhere. They were watching her still. They would always be watching her. Just like they'd promised. Trembling fingers reached for the bag, opened it carefully, clenching the canvas in white-knuckled fists. Inside, on the very top, lay a single, gleaming pistol. She wanted to scream. Wanted to throw it, far far away where she'd never find it and she couldn't use it and she wouldn't ever hurt anyone ever again. But she didn't. She stared at it, traced every inch of it with fearful eyes. This was what she'd used once to hurt people. This was what she had used to kill. To spill blood. This is what had helped her be a monster.

But she wasn't that person anymore. She'd been stripped out, remade. Washed, rinsed, recycled. No more bad woman. No more murderer.

No more anything.

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June King



Upon hearing the woman's desire to visit her loved ones grave site June grinned, closing his eyes and leaning back into his seat as if he were about to take a nap. He admired that in people. For it was truly a brave and respectable thing to visit someones resting place, especially when a lot of people would wish to be laying right next to the ones they've lost. June only on one occasion visited a grave in his life and that was when he had gone back home to find his mother had been long since dead. In truth, he wasn't sure what ever had become of her body, but he was sure, especially now as an adult, that someone's grave didn't have to have their body inside of it. He remembered the pain he went through upon resting in that empty beaten down house. Oh, how he had wanted for her to return and yet, it was inevitable that she never would. Though of course he got over that hump in his life and he thought that he had matured from the whole experience.

June sighed and scratched his head, already counteracting the thought. It was only because he wasn't fully matured yet. Sure he was older than the Akira, but if asked, he'd call her more mature and possibly more brave than himself. Even after all these years, he couldn't stand thinking about certain people, let alone go to their grave sights.

"Why do you throw money away so much? I get that you have a lot of it and it is your choice and everything but do you never plan to save up for anything nice or useful? I feel really bad when you buy me things you know. Especially considering that so called job of yours."

June opened the eye he was sure he'd be able to see he with more clearly and portrayed a lazy smirk. "You shouldn't feel bad cupcake. When a man does nice things for a lady it's usually received with joy, not regret. I'm sure the queens of old would love for their kings to shower them with many of things," June jested. "Though, I suppose if you want a more straightforward answer..... Hmm...." Once again he closed his eyes and actually thought about what he was going to say, for he didn't know if he wanted to completely stop teasing her yet, or give her insight to his inner thoughts. "Well, I guess I can answer that in many a ways. One being said by yourself already. My line of work. You see, that train stooge would eventually do a ticket check. You and I have no tickets, meaning we would probably be thrown out on our butts. Let me tell you, this train isn't going to miss its schedule just to stop to let us off and I don't want to know how it feels to be flung off of a moving train. So you see, giving him a little money in his pocket keeps us off his radar. Not only that, but it will probably give him something nice once he spends it. Heavens know he would enjoy it more than me."

Fidgeting steadily trying to find a comfy position, he continued answering her question, making sure to choose his words as carefully as possible. "As for myself, I have no need for such things as money at this time. You make it sound like I'm old." To the very thought of such, he frowned, though he knew it wasn't her fault if she thought him so. He said he had been to a incarceration unit, he has many a scar, and he probably talks funny compared to most men his age. "I'll have you know that I'm only twenty-two and I have a lot of time, plus a lot of things to adjust before I even think of saving for an old mans retirement. So don't worry so much kid. Let me take care of you and I'll let you take care of me."

For some reason, June felt a sensation in which he hadn't felt in a long time. It was probably from knowing that that's how things were going to be for a while. A side by side transaction of care. One in which he hadn't really thought about until now. The thought of him caring for another person or even them caring for him, in even the smallest regard, made him feel flustered. He couldn't tell whether he was blushing or not, but he did know that he was done talking for now. Not being much of a talker do to the fact that most people didn't talk to him, he didn't know how much he could expose in his words. Not so much to her, but to himself as well.

"Well then," he said taking off his coat and throwing it over his face. "I'm going to sleep. Please wake me up when we get to our destination. I'd hate for this train to take us past our target point. That would be... heinous. To say the least."

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"You shouldn't feel bad cupcake. When a man does nice things for a lady it's usually received with joy, not regret. I'm sure the queens of old would love for their kings to shower them with many of things,"

"I'd love to be a Queen. I think that title would suit me just fine. What do you think?" Akira responded, smiling widely as through she was a small child being told a fairytale story. She then paused pressing her lips together tightly but the edges still curled into a grin. "You won't shut up refering to me as your partner. Have you not noticed that? I'm pretty sure it's something you are doing on purpose June..." She pondered.

"Well, I guess I can answer that in many a ways. One being said by yourself already. My line of work. You see, that train stooge would eventually do a ticket check. You and I have no tickets, meaning we would probably be thrown out on our butts. Let me tell you, this train isn't going to miss its schedule just to stop to let us off and I don't want to know how it feels to be flung off of a moving train. So you see, giving him a little money in his pocket keeps us off his radar. Not only that, but it will probably give him something nice once he spends it. Heavens know he would enjoy it more than me."


The raven haired woman listened to his explanation and seemed pretty satisfied with it. "Your first point is logical and your second one is kind. I guess you are just more of a selfless person than I since it would have never come to my mind." She told him but it was as though her words were trailing off into thought somewhere. "You sure are an odd one."

"I'm going to sleep. Please wake me up when we get to our destination. I'd hate for this train to take us past our target point. That would be... heinous. To say the least."


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So Akira kept an eye out for where abouts Asher's grave was but after a while of travelling her own eye lids began to fall heavy and even though she was still awake, the world around her blurred into something unrecognisable. A sense of familiarity snapped her out of this tired trance and got her heart racing with adrenaline.

"Shit. Shiitttt!" Akira yelled before basically pouncing onto a tired June and tugging at his clothes frantically. Her eyes were ablaze with anticipation and worry. "It's here! Get up!" She hissed loudly, clearly freaking out about the situation. She did not even know if the train stopped around where his tree was but this was definitely around the location they needed to be. "June I don't know where it stops!! Look its slowing down anyway. Lets jump? Is...is that a good idea? No? Yes? Fuuuuuucckk." Akira stammered before basically tugging him into a compartment they could escape from. The blue Rena plant remained tucked under her arm tightly.

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((I apologize for not being able to post as much lately but I've been swamped with studying and my finals))

Ember Wolfe & Shrade



"Are you sure it is me that is the bad roomate here? You are the one who turned up uninvited." Shrade grinned like an idiot, and in a sing song voice replied, "Well, I had to check in on Ember, see to see if she needed killing."
"Ace Tyrant. Though I don't really believe names tell people who we really are. I guess I will just have to find out about you in time." Shrade shrugged at this. "And I, you. Although, unusual name as you don't seem like an Ace."

Ember walked, her fingers gently massaging her temples. Ugh, it feels as if I've been up all night drinking Ree. She stopped walking as she felt a sharp pain at the nape of her neck. She tried to raise her hand to feel the back of her neck when an odd thing happened. Her arm wouldn't move. She gritted her teeth and attempted to move, do something. Nothing happened. The pain blossomed and instead of letting out a shout, she fell to her knees and hands. What is wrong with me?

Meanwhile Shrade was looking at Owsla. "Why'd you come here anyway? Not everyday someone ember knows also shows up out of no where. Especially gem-heads." He let out an exasperated sigh, "I told you already. I'm here to check up on Ember, to see if she's lost her mind yet. And... gem-head?" He paused, as if unsure for a moment... Seconds ticked by and he smirked, "Okay I agree with the pet name... Wild thing." He laughed at a private joke.

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((Midterms have been after me as well, sorry for the MIA status :/))

After a while in the peace and silence, staring at the gun and the bag full of things that must have belonged to other Jennifer, she was starting to doze off. But there was a rustle, and she could almost sense a presence nearby. A pained presence. She slipped from the tree and crouched on the ground, crawling towards the source almost on her belly. She wanted to be sure it wasn't dangerous. Peeking around, she noticed the warrioress on her hands on knees, locked in on herself, in obvious pain. Very dangerous, indeed. It could be nothing. Could be a trap. Could be everything. It was best for her to just go.

But she couldn't leave her in pain. It wasn't fair. She'd left her alive til this moment, so letting someone who had shown her such kindness die was bad. And rude. And unfair. Against her better judgement, the dark-haired girl crept forward, letting herself be known by breathing louder, letting her steps be heard. She cleared her throat, and took a careful breath. "It's only me, Ember," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and clear, "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help."

She hoped her fear wasn't betrayed in her voice. "I'm not going to touch you if you don't want me to. I just want to try and ease the pain maybe, if I can." With a quiet hum, she slithered a little closer, to be in the woman's eyeline if she looked up. She didn't want to be mistaken for a threat, possibly killed for trying to help.

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Owsla's eyes narrowed in mis-trust, huffing as she turned away from him only to fund her father face first in the pot of stew, lapping up the liquid like he had been starved for days. "DAD! REALLY?!" she yelled as she tried to pull the large man away from his second meal. As strong as she was compared to most, there way nothing she could do but pull in vain at her father's sleeve as he continued to fill his belly.

Oreron's hunger for food was nearly as legendary as his bloodrage to those who knew him. This wasn't an uncommon occurance when food was in abundance, often leading to him pushing any competitors away as he ate. This was no different. "No one else is gonna eat the rest of this." He muttered as he lifted his head for air. He licked his lips of the liquid and let loose a loud blech as he shivered a chill down his spine, looking like he had just been scolded for something he always did. Owsla covered her face with her hand. "At the very least we could have let Ace and gem-head get seconds." She huffed in slight irritation. Oreron tilted his head to the side. "Gem-head?" He looked over at Ace and Shade and raised his brows after a few seconds. "You mean Mr. Amythest." She said pointing a thumb at the male in question.

Owlsa often times wondered how her own father became so animalistic sometimes as his mannerisms often reflected that he had no social shame to speak of. Then she remembered stories of ghe war and what he was involved in. Year of that, she concluded, would drive anyone to their primalstates. And sometimes she wondered if this trait was passed down through the blood line. Then again, somethings were better left out of thought.

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Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe
Character Portrait: Akira Theron
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Character Portrait: Shrade
Shrade

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to stop just because you tell me to?"

Character Portrait: Jennifer Jones
Jennifer Jones

"Forget it, just forget it all. Memories are the only enemy."

Character Portrait: Quinn Bradley
Quinn Bradley

"Innovation is the one true method of a future forged in light"

Character Portrait: June King
June King

"The cycle of life continues. Even after death."

Character Portrait: Oreron Hall
Oreron Hall

"You see, you lay a hand on my daughter and she doesn't finish you...I will."

Character Portrait: Owsla Hall
Owsla Hall

"If you see me, The larger is not far behind."

Character Portrait: William Abrams
William Abrams

"Sapien? Neco? Fwahaha! What's it matter? You're all beneath me!"

Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant
Ace Tyrant

"Strength comes in many forms!"

Character Portrait: Akira Theron
Akira Theron

"I've got you wrapped around my trigger finger!"

Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe
Ember Wolfe

"Don't let your emotions make your decisions."

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Character Portrait: Oreron Hall
Oreron Hall

"You see, you lay a hand on my daughter and she doesn't finish you...I will."

Character Portrait: Akira Theron
Akira Theron

"I've got you wrapped around my trigger finger!"

Character Portrait: William Abrams
William Abrams

"Sapien? Neco? Fwahaha! What's it matter? You're all beneath me!"

Character Portrait: Owsla Hall
Owsla Hall

"If you see me, The larger is not far behind."

Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant
Ace Tyrant

"Strength comes in many forms!"

Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe
Ember Wolfe

"Don't let your emotions make your decisions."

Character Portrait: June King
June King

"The cycle of life continues. Even after death."

Character Portrait: Quinn Bradley
Quinn Bradley

"Innovation is the one true method of a future forged in light"

Character Portrait: Jennifer Jones
Jennifer Jones

"Forget it, just forget it all. Memories are the only enemy."

Character Portrait: Shrade
Shrade

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to stop just because you tell me to?"

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Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant
Ace Tyrant

"Strength comes in many forms!"

Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe
Ember Wolfe

"Don't let your emotions make your decisions."

Character Portrait: Quinn Bradley
Quinn Bradley

"Innovation is the one true method of a future forged in light"

Character Portrait: June King
June King

"The cycle of life continues. Even after death."

Character Portrait: Owsla Hall
Owsla Hall

"If you see me, The larger is not far behind."

Character Portrait: Shrade
Shrade

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to stop just because you tell me to?"

Character Portrait: Oreron Hall
Oreron Hall

"You see, you lay a hand on my daughter and she doesn't finish you...I will."

Character Portrait: William Abrams
William Abrams

"Sapien? Neco? Fwahaha! What's it matter? You're all beneath me!"

Character Portrait: Akira Theron
Akira Theron

"I've got you wrapped around my trigger finger!"

Character Portrait: Jennifer Jones
Jennifer Jones

"Forget it, just forget it all. Memories are the only enemy."


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Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Okay that's cool. Awh btw the bit about Oreron seeing Ace as a son was brilliant c:

Also sorry for not posting for Akira tonight but I will do tomorrow. It's just my boyfriend is being a dickkk and I need to talk to him so. Yay relationships. -.-

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

I might put hints that either he's starting to loose his mind or that she is actually there and he just keeps missing her. Remember, he wasn't in his right mind after the attack and torture so she can very well be alive and he could have taken the wrong body to rest and they also became seprated.

That at it's very hard to find a white haired female picture for me for some reason.

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Hai! Guy's I really really don't wan't this RP to shut down so please keep posts rolling in. I know I myself have not been as active as usual. I guess Christmas is a busy time for us all.

Sorry Kyuu I just did not check here c: You mean like her being alive or him remembering her? Either way its your choice but I suggest you not overwhelm yourself with too many characters but seeing Oreron's more sensitive side might be pretty awesome. Do what you like~

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

OH

FANNY

YOU POSTED

BBY

FINALLY

///blushu

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Hey guys, I just had an idea that's kinda fucked.

How do y'all feel about me including Oreron's wife in this and just going to town on oreron's mental state? XD

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

I HAVE RETURNED TO THE INTERWEBS! IT WAS COLD AND DARK WITH GREEN LIGHTS! XD

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

May Phonic finally bless us with a post as a Christmas present to everyone!

If he does not do so then I shall for real this time write him out and hopefully we can revive this! C:

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Sorry for not posting. It's thanksgiving week here and I've been really busy with food and family. I'll try to post before sunday.

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Yay. now that the site is working, i'll be posting tomorrow

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Hmm, he figures there's no reason to post if we're timeskipping!

I'll rip him a new one if he doesn't post after the timeskip though.

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Sorry guys. I have been pretty ill and upset lately thats why replies have not been instant. I'll post for Ace tomorrow and I want to basically get to morning in the next two set of posts so please finish up~

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

HE'S GOT TWO GIRLS THROWING THEMSELVES AT HIM! JUST TAKE IT DAMN IT! XDDDD!

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Luna, my darling friend, this is my entire reason for returning to roleplaying. To make sure you and Ace are in pain because of poor, sweet, used-to-be-tough Jennifer. She is the only character I have ever followed and allowed to go through so much, and it is DELICIOUS.

P.S. I have returned!! I'll post soon, but right now I have lots to get done!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

I'll post for Ace once I get back from college. I just needed to get Akira's wombo post out the way. c: You have no idea how much fun I had writing it.

Re: Remorseless Evolution-General stuff

Yup. My baby is pretty sensertive~