Let's cut to the chase. I want to roleplay in the following fandoms, or with the following plot. If you want to discuss something going by my resume, then that's cool too. Aphorism Fairy Tail Sword Art Online Lunar Knights Chrome Shelled Regios Science – it’s a tool. To be used for or against people, is the decision its user must make. Inventions and discoveries can change the world for the best – penicillin, telecommunications, that wolves could be tamed to the point they became dogs. All of these and more have changed humanity, and the way it operates. It has changed the world for the better, and people have been helped as a result. But science is a double-edged sword. Chemical warfare, the nuclear and hydrogen bomb, the things that turn men into monsters. Science, though used with good intentions, has turned men, women and children into snarling monsters. Distrustful, hateful, intolerant – weapons change a man. Once you have killed a man, once you have shot him, stabbed him or blown him to kingdom come there is no turning back. You turn into something else. There have been lots of stories about breeding weapons - people that do not show mercy or compassion. People who follow orders without remorse. People who are machines. But, as of now, scientists find that impossible – a person cannot be bred to be like that. They can be raised that way, but they are still human, and will always have some human trait or other that restrains them. They will always have something wrong with them. So what to do with the failed experiments, the test tube children that were never meant to be? Killing them was out of the question. Somebody would find something – somebody always did. There was never any use for them in the normal world – if their origins or their talents were discovered, the resulting uproar would be tremendous. So what to do with them? The answer was the same to how they would neutralise an immortal being – trap it. The experiments would be raised in a city, where only the bare minimum of normal humans was allowed in. They would be raised, out of view of the public - out of everyone’s view - and taught only what their creators wanted. They had to be taught what they were able to do, and how to manage it. They were to be raised in a perfect city. And they would never be able to leave. Tales were slipped into the city of what happened to people who strayed too far outside the city boundaries. Bodies of those who dared to venture out were left hanging on the trees nearest the border, with ‘TRESPASSER’ crudely drawn onto a wooden sign hanging around their necks. The word was written using their own blood. This kept the citizens in check. Generations have passed, and the city is – strangely enough – the same as it ever was. Stuck in the year 2036, though the citizens think nothing of it, happily wiling away their lives. They dream of the outside, but the same thing happens whenever someone tries to venture out. They die. Monsters, men, a secret government conspiracy – the theories and folktales are all there. Our story focusses on the lives of students attending Alistone High School – not particularly special to them, but when you consider their lives are exactly the same as ours, even when they have to be taught what they are and how to contain themselves, you can marvel at how well a trapped group of individuals can cope.