Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Loot! » Natural Kinds » I have a funny idea » Life in the 21st century. » Song of the Runes » Plato’s Beard » Clues » Nihilism » Strange Tales From Hadean » Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation » Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void »

Players Wanted: 18+ Writing Partner [Fantasy, Romance, Etc.] » 18+, Multi-Para to Novella Writers please! » Looking for roleplayers » Fun tale full of angels, demons, and humans » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP »

Savage Evolution

New Earth

0 INK

a part of Savage Evolution, by LunaSpirit.

None

LunaSpirit holds sovereignty over New Earth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

1,097 readers have been here.

Setting

Default Location for Savage Evolution
Create a Character Here »

New Earth

None

Minimap

New Earth is a part of Savage Evolution.

11 Characters Here

Oreron hall [54] "War shows our true nature? If that is the case then it would be wise to run from me."
Ace Tyrant [48] "Here is your little Blondie, starting to stand upon his own two feet."
Aleph Banton [46] "I live only because I deserve not to end the suffering of my foolishness and failure."
The Reprobate [46] "If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places..."
Ember Wolfe [39] "The fire rages insides, a fire I cannot control."
Owsla [38] "Tinkerer, Listener, Runner, Princess of swift escape. If I am cunning and full of tricks and I will never be destroyed."
Gabriel [35] "I see Nekos, but no humanity."
Marishka Amur [19] "The Beat is inside us all."
Jennifer Heathers [18] "Look at you. All grown up now. And look at me. Half of what I once was."
Mika L. Cheyenne [12] "Let's do this, then."

Start Character Here »


Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oreron hall
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Oreron

Morning's light wasn't something that was welcomed to the neco. The shine that the inside of his helm produced often slightly blinded him for a time before he could get his bearings again. However, in these times...there were mornings that he didn't want to be witness to.

The stirred with a groan, his jaw crackling in his ear and the familiar metalic taste of blood in his mouth. He blinked thinking that it was his and he had fallen on something that cracked his teeth in someway. However, his vision started to clear and his helm opened slightly and there he saw his own nightmare again.

The bodies of several neco males lay around him, mauled by some sort of animal and missing large chunks of flesh seemingly bitten out of their necks and arms. And Oreron knew exactly what animal had done this. He helm his head as if in pain, the smell of blood not only making him sick, but also putting him into a frenzy again. Whispers of voices past coming back to haunt him once again. His eyes darted around to scout his surroundings. He realized that he was some ways away from the bar that he had told Faith and Aleph to sleep for safety. And for their own good. He sighed, feeling himself falling into the frenzy slowly again as he walked quickly away from the massacre. His armor was covered in the evidence of his nighttime loss of control.

If only he could prevent it like he had years past...

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ember & Marishka

Marishka yelped as she felt her feet be sweeped out from beneath her and find herself suddenly looking up at the morning sky. She blinked several times before mustering the courage to get back up and try to snatch the ear phones out of Ember's grasp.

Ember sighed, her green eyes watching the blonde girl rub her lower back before standing and trying to rush the experienced war soldier. The blonde girl was too soft, and way too naive for Ember's like, but the teenager had clearly asked for some lessons on fighting. Ember in returned had asked for something valuable to Marishka, trying to gauge the way the younger Neco move. It was obvious from the way Marishka tried to charge Ember, only to have her speed turned against as Ember feinted to the left and slapped Marishka on the back, causing the girl to fall into the ground. Ember couldn't take it anymore. "Here." She dropped the earphones and knelt to help dust the girl off. "You like music, yes?"

Marishka spat out dirt and dusted herself off, her gaze on the ground. "Music? Yeah." She sighed loudly and tucked her earphones back into her pack that had been sitting nearby. She finally looked up after a long tense moment and saw Ember holding her hand out. The blonde Neco took it and stood. "You are not a fighter. I suggest you choose another interest." The words hurt. Marishka had always hated the words no, never, impossible and not. Although, she really did take a beating from the few minutes she had spent with Ember. She nodded her head.

Ember cocked her head, confusion showing on her face again. Marishka's expression was very familiar yet very foreign to Ember. It was the look of defeat mixed with a fiery show of spirit. She'd seen it so many times on the all the people she has captured and killed. It made her feel like she'd tasted something bitter and way too warm yet not too hot to be comfortable. "You could ask Ace to mentor you in Archery?" Ember didn't know where that came from but, it felt... wrong to leave Marishka so downhearted.

Marishka smiled and the defeated look disappeared. She quickly shot into the cabin and explored until she ran into a room that held Ace and... A strange woman. The image surprised her so much she yelped and backed away only to trip on her own feet.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Marishka Amur Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Jennifer lay awake, shaken from her nightmares, her eyes half-closed and focused on the wall opposite her, senses wide open, taking in everything she could: the gentle heat (a combination of sunlight and Ace) spread through her body, the looseness in her limbs (nightmares and fatigue had calmed her muscles the moment she had laid down to rest), the quiet sound of life around her (creaking and settling of the house, animals and breezes outside, the gentle trill of a quiet song muffled by skin and cloth). She felt lazy, and empty; she felt dead. She'd felt dead for quite a while. Ever since she'd slipped that blade deep in James' chest, the hot splash of blood pouring over her hands, sobs and laughter mingling together in the air--

Yelp!

She bolted straight up, hand flying to her thigh holster and gripping a pistol before leveling it at...a young girl, flat on her behind by the door. Cocking a dark brow, she clambered from bed (leaving the blonde behind without a single thought, though his heat clung to her skin in a comfortable way) and stood before the other girl, peering down with sharp eyes, all previous show of weakness or fear that had been there the previous evening wiped clean.

She stared in silence for a minute, then two, then parted her lips and spoke. "Are you...alright? You fell pretty hard." Holding out a hand, she offered a hesitant smile (all smooth skin and inhuman teeth, too sharp to seem normal, her entire expression distant and foreign) and cleared her throat. "Let me help you up."

The young girl didn't seem a threat, though she wouldn't let that throw her. Sliding her pistol back into its holster, she tried to look as soft and pleasant as she could, less like a murderous animal beneath the shell of a woman, and more like...an older sister? A mother figure, perhaps?

"What time is it? I'd hope it isn't too late; I was hoping to do some training. Is that what...you were doing?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Owsla

Sunlight. Another night that she survived through. Her eyes creaked open as she unraveled herself from the side of the couch. The feral child's eyes moved first before she did making sure that it was safe to move. There was some talking, but not the sort that she was used to. It was...helpful, though not directed toward her it, it was still odd to hear.

She felt wood, spreading her hands out on the floor as she tried to rememeber where she was before she bolted away from the place. It started coming back to her. The blonde, the older girl and the two soldiers that were here. The blonde had given her a roof over her head for the night. But never mentioned any food.

Owsla poked her head from the side of the couch before standing up. She was tired, hungry, and wary of everything in the house at this point. She wasn't used to people, including people who were meant to help. Too dazed to notice anything, Owsla started to wander around the house. Only stopping every now and again to look in cabinets and shelves for food.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Marishka & Ember

Marishka looked like a feminine version of Ace, the resemblance seemed to have saved her from being shot. The stranger looked feral, and tough, and trying so hard to put on a motherly face. The toughness, or the wildness in the Woman's eyes didn't scare Marishka, what did was the motherly look. It reminded her so much of the safe, calm and dull prison she used to live in. She crawled backwards and was able to get to her feet and bolt into the living room. She saw Owsla, and was able to make a quick decision and grab the girl's hand, dragging her out of the cabin.

Ember was doing pull ups on a tree branch when she heard the heavy footsteps of Marishka. She was quick to yank out her twin daggers and instead of waiting for the girl. She ran inside the house, her blood pounding with the sudden realization that Ace was inside the home. Whatever had scared Marishka out of the house, was a threat to him. She darted through the hallway, and stepped into a room that held... A woman. Ember felt the fire inside her stir and grow, quickly fueling the anger in her emerald eyes. Yet, something kept her from tackling the woman to the ground or serving her a backward roundhouse kick to the face. Something was flickering at the back of her mind, but she just couldn't find it.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Marishka Amur
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Owsla

As dazed as the feral child was, there was one thing that she hated more than anything. And that was being grabbed and pulled somewhere. For a moment, she didn't know what was going on. She didn't have a clue who this girl was that was pulling her, and for a moment, she let her pull her away.

Her mind started to come out of the fog that was the morning once she was out of the house, causing her to look around for a quick a moment and start to yank herself away. "Dont touch me!" She screeched before giving a screech that sound more animal than neco, but something familiar residing in it. She quickly slipped her hand out of her grip and sped back into the house on all fours.

She wasn't sure why she felt the need to run on all fours when she was running. She was good at it, but she didn't know how she got skill to do so. She quickly sped across the floor, brushing Ember on the leg as she skittered back to her crawl space, her knife unsheathed and trumbling as memories of every failed escape started rushing to her mind. She was a small animal cornered, and she was not afraid to lash out like one.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Marishka Amur Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Recognition flooded Jennifer's mind, the woman before her struck some chord deep within her. She'd seen the face, long ago, if only for a few moments. It seemed to have saved her from having to fight.

"You would stab me," she mused aloud, though there was nothing but a withdrawn expression on her face, "for being startled? For trying to lift her up?"

Words didn't seem to fit what she was feeling at the moment. She felt...empty. And suddenly, useless. Even trying to be calm, she had frightened a young girl. Even trying to be kind, she was viewed as a threat. Fitting. Her ears caught the gentle sounds of a frightened girl, a young mouse, tucked away in a corner, quivering.

"If you are going to slice me, I invite you, do so now. If not, I ask that I may pass. I would like to get some water, and leave this room. Blondie," she gestured to Ace's sleeping form, "is still sleeping."

Truth be told, she wouldn't have minded being hurt. Stabbed. Killed, even. Since waking, she'd felt achingly empty; emptier than usual. Death would be welcome, at this point. She could be with James again. Be with her family again. Be with--

No. No, she was not dead. Was not.

"May I pass."

She had no patience for this. Either she would be killed, or she would not. She did not care.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

(I am back. I'm glad this is still active. Will post Asap~)

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ember Wolfe

"You would stab me," she mused aloud, though there was nothing but a withdrawn expression on her face, "for being startled? For trying to lift her up?" Ember felt a sudden rage flood her systems when she heard the Stranger's words. She didn't know why, or even where the anger came from, but her thoughts were scrambled. She was fighting herself, the part that craved the feel of metal slicing through flesh, and that part of her was almost nearly all of her. The part of her that was trying to cool the anger was weak and faint but she felt it telling her not to kill this woman there and then. Her internal conflict was slightly visible from the way her fists clenched, and unclenched, the flexing and the stilling of her biceps. The way her eyes darkened then go slightly out of focus as if she weren't really there at all.

"If you are going to slice me, I invite you, do so now. If not, I ask that I may pass. I would like to get some water, and leave this room. Blondie," she gestured to Ace's sleeping form, "is still sleeping." Ember quickly glanced at the bed and saw Ace sleeping in a fetal position, and she glanced at him again to make sure he was breathing. Confirming that Ace was alive, the anger suddenly faded from her system. Her narrowed eyes softened just a tiny bit, and her stance relaxed somewhat. Ember let out a breath that she hadn't known she was holding in. "May I pass."

Ember let her eyes stray from Ace's sleeping form to the stranger. Her eyes narrowed again, her eyes becoming sharper than they were before. She stepped aside, and didn't bother to watch the Woman leave. Ember walked over to the bed, and was about to nudge Ace, when she realized her hands were shaking. She clenched her fists, trying to wipe that detail from her head as she jabbed her knuckles into the Blonde's backside. "Ace... Wake up..." She spat the words out from her gritted teeth. Still trying to get over the fact that she had almost lost herself in the rage... again. But I didn't... She thought, silently, letting her exhaustion show for just a second and then quickly shoving that out of her head. Why?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

With a defeated huff, Jennifer swept away, slowly padding through the house, her leather boots making hollow clunks wherever she placed her foot. Why did it bother her so, seeing the relief in the woman's eyes as she looked upon Ace? Why had it made cold fear swarm through her belly? What was she to Ace? Why did she care?

With a snarl, she rounded a corner and slammed her right fist into the wall nearest her, cracking the surface slightly as her trembling knuckles made contact once, twice, and then stayed. What was she even doing here? Honestly. Why had she come back? For sympathy? For someone to care for her? Was that really what she had fallen to? Needing someone to hold her and tell her that she was alright? Pathetic.

But that is what you need, isn't it Jenn, darling? That is why you came. To him. That's why you came to me in the first place, anyhow, after Kelly and you had that nasty fight, remember? You came to me, trembling lip and watery eyes. 'What did I do wrong?' you whined. 'How do I fix it?' you whimpered. Poor thing, you've always needed someone to make you feel all better, haven't you?

Blowing out a hot breath, she connected her fist with the wall once more, widening the crack further. After a moment of silence, she regained her stony composure (let no one see you crack, Jennifer) and turned her head slightly, sharp eyes falling upon a small girl, tucked into a corner, knife held in front of her as though to ward off an attack. Pain surged through Jennifer's stomach.

"I suppose," she half-whispered, her voice still hoarse, "that you, as well, are frightened of me?" She almost smiled, though it was more pained than pleasing. "I share that sentiment."

((Super duper sorry guys, don't hate me!!))

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla Character Portrait: Gabriel Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gabriel

Gabriel rolled his shoulders as he began to walk back to Ace's little cabin. His hair wet from the little shower he had. He breathed in deeply, and couldn't help but grin. His pink eyes sparkling with energy he didn't have the other night. The scent of pines and other types of earthly greens, contrasting with his pale hair and skin. The albino appeared out of place in this lush forest, yet somehow looking to belong at the same moment.

Gabriel heard the sound of flesh hitting wood, before he entered the cabin. Once he did enter the building, he saw Owsla crouched in a corner before he saw the strange woman looking down at the feral girl. His mask slid into place as he noted the way the stranger was "Battle-scarred."

"I suppose," she half-whispered, her voice still hoarse, "that you, as well, are frightened of me?" She almost smiled, though it was more pained than pleasing. "I share that sentiment."
Gabriel cocked his head to left, hinting at the question he held back. "Frightened of what? A broken person torn?" His words sounded like he was mocking her, but from the way he stood, suggested otherwise. His eyes, and face guarded, expecting the person to curse and say something childish to him and lunge to attack.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla Character Portrait: Gabriel Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Owsla

Owsla's eyes calmed a bit, not seeing a threat in the woman addressing her. Her eyes pointed to ember, the woman that cause much uneasiness in her. It was unnerving. She couldn't feel any sort of emotion but the urge to kill in her. And it frightened her. She shifted further away from Jennifer, but a look of what could be a mix of curiousity and irritation crossed her face.

"How do you know blondie?" She said, getting to the point of her curiousity. She watched past the woman. "You don't frighten me. I don't know you and how do I know you won't kill me here or take me back to the clans." Her hand shook, but lowered as she could feel her arms growing tired.

He head snapped toward Gabriel in surprise. She had forgotten that he was here with the other woman. The man who had mended her healing arm, though the subject of much scruteny from her. "Besides. What do you want?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Owsla Character Portrait: Gabriel Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Something in Jennifer told her to pounce, jump atop the man who had approached, rip him apart, feel his flesh beneath her teeth, his blood down her throat; but no. No. That was not who she was, not anymore, not for a long time. She glanced back at him, then forward to the girl again.

"How do you know blondie?"

"I knew him years ago. We traveled together briefly. He is...a companion, of sorts." Cocking her head slightly, though her eyes stayed dead in expression, she furrowed her brow slightly. "Why should I kill you? You've done nothing against me, nor anyone I care for. I've no reason to harm you."

Turning about sharply on her heel, she faced the newcomer and studied him for a moment, before offering an emotionless smile. "Exactly," was all she said, before slipping past him and out the door, heading deep into the woods, her hand closing around the handle of her pistol and pulling it out, searching for a training area.

Jennifer knew that, in order to stay balanced, stay sane, she needed an outlet for aggression and emotion, plus a way to keep her abilities in top shape, and keep her body from growing soft.

Good idea, Jenny girl, better not take your aggression out on the soft, squishy bodies back at that cabin...how long are you staying there anyway, hmmm?

She didn't know...and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oreron hall
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Oreron

The blood was getting to be too much for the armored male. Knowing that if he didn't get out now, another outburst was inevitable. And who knew who's blood would be spilt then. If anything Faith and Aleph were still sleeping and wouldn't notice his absence much. They had found each other and that was good enough.

His armor slowly blended into the envornment as he set off to the forest, seeing as the wastes held nothing for him at this point. Crossing the thresh hold of trees felt odd though. Like he had been in this part before, but not that he had remembered. The only thing he knew that could be seen was the blue line that brought fear that anyone who knew something of him were told. The early morning hours made the light clear as the blazing sun, trotting quickly on the forest floor as he tried to clear the scent of blood on his mind.

Oreron? Where are you going?

"Away from them. Keeping those two safe."

Like you tried to keep us safe, my dear?

"I was weak then. I shouldn't have let you die then. I know Osanal is alive out there somewhere."

His claws left marks in the exposed roots of trees that he walked over. Every noise pinged in his mind, looking for any sort of human or neco movement. Even in these times, as long as it had been since he had commanded necos, he couldn't let his guard down for anything.

The heat signatures that he could see around where very few and in-between. Every now and again, a small animal would dart across his vision and rarer still a deer would show up. He kept his guard up, stopping to get a good look at where he was. The blue line on the front of his helm pulsed, matching the rythum of his heart. He noticed something in the distance, a humanoid figure. Something that he had only come across recently with Faith and Aleph, but still strange to him all the same.

He crouched, being very still so that his armor could blend in again, even if he looked like a floating blood stain.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

((Ummm.... Is the RP dead????))

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

(No shit my friend. Um, I might make another reboot since I am back online now. I'm sorry for abandoning it is completely my fault -.- If anyone's still on put on occ if you are still interested.)