- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Online availability depends entirely on what is going on in life. I have a kindergartener, a baby on the way, and I'm the spouse to an officer, meaning without me, the house becomes a fallout warzone. On top of all of that, I write for work as well as for fun...so work tends to come first.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and Sci-Fi are my two major favorites. However, I tend to be quite the picky player. I prefer an RP with a great deal of development...the world, the lore, everything. And for those GMs looking for help with lore, I love to world build!
Plot
Some believe that man and his weapons will be the ultimate destruction of the planet. That nuclear warfare and tragedy will befall us all within the near future. Whether that is true or not remains a mystery. For now, we humans are safe with our technological advances.
But somewhere in the shadows...something begins to stir. A war that humans deem impossible. A war between what we know as werewolves and vampires.
Then again, some say that science fiction does not exist. Thus it is fiction and not factual.
But some say a lot, don't they?
What if I told you that the stories of werewolves are only partially true? Would you panic? Would you be a typical human?
Then you'd better stop reading now. This story won't be very pretty.
The Loup Garou - Legends beyond comparison. A society of men and women that could shape shift into wolves at will. Not controled by the power of the Full Moon. Not controled by much of anything. And very, very hard to kill.
The Aristocrats - One of the many clans of vampires that have made it through history. They control most of the human governments.
The Vatican - Catholic priests bent on the enlightenment of God and the destruction of all supernatural life. They are human. But they never falter. They never rest. They never stop.
These three clans are what have started the true reign of terror our world shall witness. A war that has lasted since time began will finally unleash itself on the world of man. Humans will no longer control the surface. World War III will finally unleash itself.
So yes, some men say that his weapons will be the ultimate destruction of the planet. But that is far from the truth. What we have now will come to an end, yes. Then again, what we have now is not much more than simple death and violence trapped within the concrete walls of prisons we call cities. No, our world has something completely different in mind for us.
December 21st, 2012 - Our world as we know it will come to an end. An apocalypse occurs for mankind. Destruction lays waste to tons and tons of concrete and asphalt. Miles upon miles is laid to waste before human eyes. Buildings fall. Man tears itself apart slowly in an all-out war. And how was it caused, you ask? Well, some say it was man meddling in the affairs of foreign man.
Some say a lot, though...
--Excerpts from The Many Letters of War, published February 19th, 2039
[SPOILI]August 20, 2012 -
My sweet Lilian...it has been far too long since I last wrote you. For that, I apologize. I'm sure by now, you watch the door awaiting the arrival of an officer to tell you I'm dead. But don't you worry. Not yet. It takes a lot more than war to kill this old boy. How's Ava? I can't wait to see her again...she must be so big by now!
I don't have much time to write you...I'm so sorry for being gone as long as I have. But I'm due to come home in a week. I'll see you soon, my darling. I promise, no matter where or how, I will see you soon.
Love always,
Shane
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[SPOILI]August 24, 2012 -
Oh, Lilian...What am I going to do now? How will I ever see you again? There is so much to say, and not enough time to write it all down. But there is one thing you must know. Believe it, too. I am writing to you this time to warn you...and everyone else that you can tell...there is such a thing as werewolves and vampires. They're here. They're out. And they're waging war...a war that no man could even begin to believe. It's insane seeing them. And we seem to be their main targets. I don't know how much longer we can hold them off...there's so many of them. We never knew it. We never believed it.
Russia has always been under the control of vampires...and now, we know. France and Italy...even Greece...is controled by the werewolves. A clan called Loup Garou, whatever they are. But there's more, Lilan...so much more. There's not just wolves. There's so many different types! Tigers, lions, bears, foxes...but all of them seem to be controled by the Full Moon. The Loup Garou...they can change whenever they want. And unlike the other types, this clan...they keep the human intelligence within the form of the wolf. They're so much more tactical than normal wolves. I don't even know where to begin!
There's a group of priests...they seem to be fighting against the wolves and vampires. And they work a little bit more than soldiers.
You were right all along, my Lilian. I should have never joined the Army. I should have never gone to war. It's all my fault. But I will see you some day. For your sake, I hope it is a while from now. Keep Ava safe, and give her a kiss. Let her know that her father stood proud and strong in his final days to protect humankind. Let her know that her father loves her as much as he loved her mother. I will never forget you. And hopefully...I'll see you in Heaven. I love you so much, Lilian.
Love always,
Shane
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[SPOILI]December 21st, 2012 -
There is no way I can get out of this alive. Already, I'm trapped with a broken leg, a gunshot in the shoulder, and a migrane that would kill the devil. I'd be surprised if I didn't make it to the end of this paper before dying. The Aristrocrats, as they call themselves, have me captive. They plan to drain me before I lose any more of my blood...and I'm bleeding pretty heavily.
America...she's a goner. There's no way she'll survive the war...not even with all of the hearty soldiers we have on home turf. They're too strong. Not only have the vampires come across the seas....but those damned wolves too. And the others...those weres...they all showed themselves. So many of them. And they're all waging war against the vampires. Right now, it's just one clan over here...but soon...other clans will come. No longer is this just Europe and Asia...The whole world has been pulled into this mess. World War III. It's a f.ucking apocolypse. And America only has months...perhaps even weeks...before she falls like all the others...
They're coming. It's the end of the line. I'll see you soon, my sweet bride...my darling girl. I'm coming home at last. I love you both.
-unnamed
--Diary Excerpt from The Many Letters of War[/SPOILI]
December 21st, 2012 - the beginning of the end. The Aristocrat clan came from Russia to American soil, rousing all of the hiding lycanthropes from the shadows. War broke out immediately, and within hours, the soils were soggy with crimson blood. Human, vampire, and lycanthrope, alike. Buildings were torn apart, and humans were ripped limb from limb or changed to become vampire or lycanthrope warriors. Tigers, Wolves, Lions...every large carnivorous creature on land was known on that single day. And from then, on, the world would know that day as All Spirit's Day - the day when the souls of those lost would come to take those alive.
The war would not end until many years later...
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December 25th, 2032 -
Fucking Christmas...a holiday everyone should celebrate...one that my mother would teach me about every year. Every year, though we moved from refugee camp to refugee camp, we celebrated Christmas while everyone just moped around and went on about the Hellish ways of the world.
I wasn't even three when this apocolypse came to the states. And now...damnit it's been so long. She died when I was only twelve. Now, so long after...I'm one of the last humans to still live on this sodden soil. I'm one of the last humans to fight for my freedom...for my life.
So, maybe...if I write this all down...maybe it'll be recorded in history. Or maybe, it'll just disappear like the lives of my bretheren...who knows? But, for shits and giggles, I might as well try.
Hello, my name is Ava Trope. I am 22 years old, and one of the last women to be on American soil....one of the last American soldiers. I am the daughter of Lilian and Shane Trope. My father was one of the first Americans to see the wrath of the supernatural. He was one of the first to die by its hand. And he is one of the first to let his legacy live on through humans. I will live through this. And I will be known throughout the years as one of the last humans to fight for life.
I leave this here in hopes that my legacy will live through that of others like me. Survivors...refugees. Humans. All of you, I call....we must always fight for our rights. Our freedom. And you will hear later on through our years about a young woman that took out the supernaturals. No more Aristrocrats. No more Loup Garou. No more nuclear warfare!
But one last attack is planned for the states...and it is to end tonight. Something...something to take out the weres. To clear everything but nature, itself. I have a feeling this will end badly, so the best thing to do right now is flee. I head to South America. I will not say where or why...but always know, my fellow Americans...that there will be life there. Always. That is where we wage war.
-Ava
--Excerpt from The Many Letters of War[/SPOILI]
On a gray Christmas night in 2032, the vampire clan in Russia launched five nuclear missiles to scatter across the United States. These missiles were designed to wipe out all lycanthropes and let nature reclaim what was taken from her.
But what the Aristocrats had not realized that night was a small group from the Loup Garou managed to sneak inside the bay that launched these missiles. They tampered with the power of the designs, turned around the effects. And when those missiles exploded across American soil, all lycanthropes became shapeshifters. Changelings, as they are known today.
No longer were they controlled by the moon and its phases. No longer did the beast control the human.
Man did not survive in America after that night.
Fleeing to South America, all humans that were left in the world came together, created an alliance that no one could destroy. They became the Men of God - controlled especially by the Vatican. America became the safe haven of the Changelings. Nature took back what was rightfully hers, yes. And using the animalistic advantage, the Changelings created communities all across what was once American soil.
The Aristocrats control all of Europe and most of Russia, the rest of Asia, and even Australia, continues to wage war between the other three clans of vampires - the Queue, Royal, and Formwandlers.
It has been nearly a century since then...
June 12, 2112 - War has begun to brew once more. Humans have bred and spread throughout South America, and the carrying capacity of the continent has been reached. Humans must find more ground. Vampires are battling for space, and the Aristocrats have become itchy for war. The Changelings have grown strong...and now it is time for them to show their power.
[SPOILI]You play a Changeling - Any Changeling will do. Read over the next few posts to see a few extra pros and cons to being one and see if you're interested. But remember...once you are born as a Changeling, there is no going back....[/SPOILI]