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In this world, secrets have been kept from the common public. Secrets that involve the fact that some humans are born with wonderful and sometimes devastating abilities. Up until the American Revolution, those with abilities were happy with hiding their powers from the public eye. One man, Silas P. Travers, changed that.
He created the organization titled Virtuoso. He gathered up a ragtag group of people with abilities and began to attack ordinary humans under the cover of the American Revolution. To combat this strange force, the extremely unstable government rounded up a patriotic group of people with abilities. They gave this group the name Underground, due to their shared belief that those with abilities should remain hidden. Through the course of the Revolution, Virtuoso and the Underground have secretly fought, and the Underground had managed to drive Silas back to England with the red coats after the Revolution was won. The Underground has spread globally, enabling it to keep tabs on the people with powers around the globe and help it conceal the existence of those with powers. Virtuoso, while being defeated, has managed to cling on through the ages and keep its stronghold in the United Kingdoms.
Link to OOC/Sign Up thread:
https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/saving-secrets-ooc-still-accepting.98302/
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Leone Damien Valcrosse
It was a peaceful morning, sunlight was just beginning to reflect off the skyscrapers. White clouds drifted overhead. It was midsummer, and the streets were already clogged with rush hour traffic.
Leone was glad he took the train into the city. He got less of a headache rattling along at sixty miles an hour on a set of tracks that rocked the train every now and then. He'd thought about riding his motorcycle into the city, but breathing in all that exhaust coming through Lincoln Tunnel wasn't a smart choice and he wanted to save his headache for when he was aimlessly wandering around Central Park looking for some kind of success seminar that he apparently signed up for. The email didn't make much sense, but he didn't have anything better to do and he figured he'd be able to handle any problems that came his way.
His long legs carried him down the fourteen blocks that it took to get from Port Authority to the island of green known as Central Park. Something in the back of his mind said that today wasn't going to be a good day, but he ignored it.
He created the organization titled Virtuoso. He gathered up a ragtag group of people with abilities and began to attack ordinary humans under the cover of the American Revolution. To combat this strange force, the extremely unstable government rounded up a patriotic group of people with abilities. They gave this group the name Underground, due to their shared belief that those with abilities should remain hidden. Through the course of the Revolution, Virtuoso and the Underground have secretly fought, and the Underground had managed to drive Silas back to England with the red coats after the Revolution was won. The Underground has spread globally, enabling it to keep tabs on the people with powers around the globe and help it conceal the existence of those with powers. Virtuoso, while being defeated, has managed to cling on through the ages and keep its stronghold in the United Kingdoms.
Link to OOC/Sign Up thread:
https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/saving-secrets-ooc-still-accepting.98302/
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Leone Damien Valcrosse
It was a peaceful morning, sunlight was just beginning to reflect off the skyscrapers. White clouds drifted overhead. It was midsummer, and the streets were already clogged with rush hour traffic.
Leone was glad he took the train into the city. He got less of a headache rattling along at sixty miles an hour on a set of tracks that rocked the train every now and then. He'd thought about riding his motorcycle into the city, but breathing in all that exhaust coming through Lincoln Tunnel wasn't a smart choice and he wanted to save his headache for when he was aimlessly wandering around Central Park looking for some kind of success seminar that he apparently signed up for. The email didn't make much sense, but he didn't have anything better to do and he figured he'd be able to handle any problems that came his way.
His long legs carried him down the fourteen blocks that it took to get from Port Authority to the island of green known as Central Park. Something in the back of his mind said that today wasn't going to be a good day, but he ignored it.
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