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Over a century ago, 144 years to be exact, an event known as prolonged magnetic-tectonic rage occurred. It lasted several weeks, and caused the planet's magnetic field to undergo rapid change, resulting in geographical disasters, as the continental plates shifted. The magnetic field's force increased beyond its natural level, and soon deflected larger than usual amounts of solar radiation, leading to a cooler climate in large parts of the world. Though humanity had to adjust to the catastrophic results of the plates' moving, the true misery began when, shortly after this event, a meteor struck the planet. The day all people of today merely know as Ragnarök. Though its exact origins are still unclear, it is currently scientific consensus that this event has introduced the Parca Cells to our planet, resulting in the appearance of Proxies–gargantuan creatures, seemingly hell-bent on erasing the human species.
The current year is 107 ER (efteråt Ragnarök), and the new calendar already signals one thing above all else: society has changed. Even the world's most notable nation, the Eura-Pacific Confederation, calls few metropolises their own; The EPC is a country with millions and millions of people living in small villages, and more commonly within Dens–small camps located wherever the wildness, and more importantly Proxies, allow them to exist. Competition is fierce, as the Dens pry for supplies, tools, and stability, and violent escalations aren't uncommon. Meanwhile, the few cities that somehow manage to sustain themselves, such as the capital Santover, live with the omnipresent fear of having their frail luxury taken away at any moment, the only possible exception, the royal fortress Queen's Bastion–however, even the Bastion has more than its fair share of skeptics. Outside of the brittle peace of the major cities, the cold climate, the twisted world, and the ferocious Proxies gnaw at our souls. More and more people flee to the southern Outbacks, where the sun warms the arid lands, despite the presence of mutated wildlife and heightened Proxy activity.
The government's crisis management is fairly straight-forward:
- Combat the Proxies
- Detain civil unrest and unify the people
To achieve these goals, the entirety of the authoritative body, from law enforcement all the way up to the Royal Brigade, has been dedicated to the cause. At the forefront of the nation's efforts: HORUS and their chosen warriors, the Godglaives.
As the Proxies appeared, the old governments fumbled, trying their hardest to keep control. Overwhelmed by the sheer destruction and chaos the Proxies caused, civilization crumbled. The military had long failed. In desperation, humanity had turned to nuclear warfare, only to find the Proxies unscathed, continuously stalking the now poisoned lands. The first signs of a new order came only when HORUS appeared on the scene. Founded by the combined efforts of various research companies, HORUS conducted massive research dedicated to the Proxies' demise.
Though their research remained fruitless at first, a historic breakthrough was made when the ORIGIN patients appeared; their genome reminiscent of the Parca Cells that appeared alongside the Proxies during Ragnarök, these two individuals were able to withstand the Proxies' Gravitas to a certain degree. At first, the monumental findings appeared to facilitate meaningful defensive measures, but instead lead to far more significant revelation; Proxies' bodies are, somehow, weakened when attacked by their own kind. As unfathomably superior as they appeared, they were more than capable of tearing into each other.
The defensive measures failed harshly, resulting in many lost lives and a publicly distrusted HORUS. But the EDEN-TECH department knew what had to be done; Perhaps the ORIGIN patients couldn't provide HORUS with any dedicated defensive tools, but their mirroring genetic make up would instead provide weapons–weapons more powerful than anything the world had ever seen.
Thus, the Pieces of Eden were created. And with this immensely powerful weaponry, those who could wield them were recruited, and the Godglaive was born. Allying itself with the remaining–and emerging–leaders of the world, HORUS ascended to global reverence, establishing humanity as an entity to be reckoned with once again, and subsequently allowing civilization to stabilize.
It is our duty to protect was it left. For this is what it means to be a Godglaive.
Notes:
- This roleplay will accommodate anywhere from 6-12 players, perhaps more. It is fairly flexible.
- All characters will be Godglaives. Which type of Godglaive is totally up to you. There will, however, be a preference for variety, so consider that.
- The roleplay will not be first come, first serve. Sheets will be accepted when they're considered suitable.
- You may have picked up influences and such when reading the IC, and that's okay. I do heavily recommend you treat the roleplay as a seperate world though, and don't just assume things are a certain way. HOWEVER(!) I heavily encourage you to participate in world building. If you want something to exist, make it work, and make it part of this world. I like players who are involved and eager to create.
- Anime physics, rule of cool, and impossible edginess lies ahead; beware you poor soul!
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halflight - burnt into your retina
"Those who ignite the world, will burn the brightest. It is our duty to light the flame, and usher in an era of clarity from within the dark."
Over a century ago, 144 years to be exact, an event known as prolonged magnetic-tectonic rage occurred. It lasted several weeks, and caused the planet's magnetic field to undergo rapid change, resulting in geographical disasters, as the continental plates shifted. The magnetic field's force increased beyond its natural level, and soon deflected larger than usual amounts of solar radiation, leading to a cooler climate in large parts of the world. Though humanity had to adjust to the catastrophic results of the plates' moving, the true misery began when, shortly after this event, a meteor struck the planet. The day all people of today merely know as Ragnarök. Though its exact origins are still unclear, it is currently scientific consensus that this event has introduced the Parca Cells to our planet, resulting in the appearance of Proxies–gargantuan creatures, seemingly hell-bent on erasing the human species.
This is where it all began.
The current year is 107 ER (efteråt Ragnarök), and the new calendar already signals one thing above all else: society has changed. Even the world's most notable nation, the Eura-Pacific Confederation, calls few metropolises their own; The EPC is a country with millions and millions of people living in small villages, and more commonly within Dens–small camps located wherever the wildness, and more importantly Proxies, allow them to exist. Competition is fierce, as the Dens pry for supplies, tools, and stability, and violent escalations aren't uncommon. Meanwhile, the few cities that somehow manage to sustain themselves, such as the capital Santover, live with the omnipresent fear of having their frail luxury taken away at any moment, the only possible exception, the royal fortress Queen's Bastion–however, even the Bastion has more than its fair share of skeptics. Outside of the brittle peace of the major cities, the cold climate, the twisted world, and the ferocious Proxies gnaw at our souls. More and more people flee to the southern Outbacks, where the sun warms the arid lands, despite the presence of mutated wildlife and heightened Proxy activity.
The government's crisis management is fairly straight-forward:
- Combat the Proxies
- Detain civil unrest and unify the people
To achieve these goals, the entirety of the authoritative body, from law enforcement all the way up to the Royal Brigade, has been dedicated to the cause. At the forefront of the nation's efforts: HORUS and their chosen warriors, the Godglaives.
As the Proxies appeared, the old governments fumbled, trying their hardest to keep control. Overwhelmed by the sheer destruction and chaos the Proxies caused, civilization crumbled. The military had long failed. In desperation, humanity had turned to nuclear warfare, only to find the Proxies unscathed, continuously stalking the now poisoned lands. The first signs of a new order came only when HORUS appeared on the scene. Founded by the combined efforts of various research companies, HORUS conducted massive research dedicated to the Proxies' demise.
Though their research remained fruitless at first, a historic breakthrough was made when the ORIGIN patients appeared; their genome reminiscent of the Parca Cells that appeared alongside the Proxies during Ragnarök, these two individuals were able to withstand the Proxies' Gravitas to a certain degree. At first, the monumental findings appeared to facilitate meaningful defensive measures, but instead lead to far more significant revelation; Proxies' bodies are, somehow, weakened when attacked by their own kind. As unfathomably superior as they appeared, they were more than capable of tearing into each other.
The defensive measures failed harshly, resulting in many lost lives and a publicly distrusted HORUS. But the EDEN-TECH department knew what had to be done; Perhaps the ORIGIN patients couldn't provide HORUS with any dedicated defensive tools, but their mirroring genetic make up would instead provide weapons–weapons more powerful than anything the world had ever seen.
Thus, the Pieces of Eden were created. And with this immensely powerful weaponry, those who could wield them were recruited, and the Godglaive was born. Allying itself with the remaining–and emerging–leaders of the world, HORUS ascended to global reverence, establishing humanity as an entity to be reckoned with once again, and subsequently allowing civilization to stabilize.
It is our duty to protect was it left. For this is what it means to be a Godglaive.
take up your arms, glaives
Notes:
- This roleplay will accommodate anywhere from 6-12 players, perhaps more. It is fairly flexible.
- All characters will be Godglaives. Which type of Godglaive is totally up to you. There will, however, be a preference for variety, so consider that.
- The roleplay will not be first come, first serve. Sheets will be accepted when they're considered suitable.
- You may have picked up influences and such when reading the IC, and that's okay. I do heavily recommend you treat the roleplay as a seperate world though, and don't just assume things are a certain way. HOWEVER(!) I heavily encourage you to participate in world building. If you want something to exist, make it work, and make it part of this world. I like players who are involved and eager to create.
- Anime physics, rule of cool, and impossible edginess lies ahead; beware you poor soul!
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