@Evil-Ducky Jag has helped out a lot with this rp so that means he's in charge as well x] Tab That is when a war which would echo through the ages began. It’s a simple tale, honestly. It starts in a cabin in the woods, with a loving father, a mother and the birth of two children – twins, a boy and a girl. It was a wondrous affair, as the husband and wife, for the longest, yearned for children. They lived a simple life away from society, finding it much more peaceful to live off the land rather than the oppressive rule of the government. As time passed, and the twins grew older, the couple was blessed with another set of children. Another set of twins – a boy and a girl. Yet, things were different. Their birth sparked a change in the others. The once joyful pair of twins began to act strange – sometimes blanking out and talking to things that weren’t there. They were inseparable, and their parents could only worry as they did their best to raise their children to the best of their abilities. What alarmed them most was the fact their eldest daughter would seem to hold conversations with nothing. At times breaking out into crying and screaming fits if she was away from her twin for too long; as if there was something she was afraid of. The youngest pair had their own quirks as well. The youngest daughter was always quiet and despondent, at times disappearing for days in the forest only to return with blood-stained hands and mouth. The son was seemingly oblivious to it all, spending his time playing and learning. But, eventually, as the parents feared, something happened. A tragedy occurred. During the winter season, something impossible happened. Around the cabin and only around the cabin, a snowstorm formed. The family had lived in the woods for years, yet they had never seen a flake of snow. Yes, the temperature would drop to the point it was practically freezing, but never before had snow fallen. The parents saw it as an ill omen; something which was magnified by the fact the cold seemed to drive the youngest daughter away, with her returning infrequently each time covered in more and more blood. The father was never really a religious man, believing that nature was naturally unpredictable and that anything a man earned, he earned through his own actions and not from worshiping a being above. His wife was a different story, though. Having been raised in a religious household, she had been taught to worship many gods, though her ‘dedication’ dwindled as she grew older, yet she held onto her beliefs loosely. So, to placate his wife’s worries, the father travelled to the nearest town and sought out the elder shaman. He explained to the man about his children and how snow was falling only above his family’s cabin. The man merely confirmed his wife’s suspicions that one of their children was cursed before sending him away, telling him that the only way to break the curse was to sacrifice the cursed child. Yet, by the time he returned home with the shaman and a few guards, all hell had broken loose. The snow had ceased to fall, yet the cabin had been frozen solid, with one half of it completely destroyed, along with most of the land. His wife lay on the ground unmoving, as well as the body of his youngest daughter. The youngest sun stared blankly, all life drained from his eyes as he stared at his sister’s body. The eldest twins, though. They were the source of the fear and commotion. The girl’s features had changed, resembling that of a cat as she spoke in an unknown tongue. The boy’s arms were covered with strange inscriptions and his skin had turned a pale blue as he created and manipulated ice to seemingly destroy the landscape. To the father, shaman and guards, the twins appeared to be something of pure evil, using ‘wicked sorcery’ to kill the family. From the twin’s perspective, though, they were merely trying to protect themselves and everyone else. Ever since their younger siblings were born, the eldest sister had begun to see something hanging over the younger girl. It followed her like a shadow that resonated with a malignant force. Over time, the eldest son began to realize he could control the cold and he used it to steadily drive the strange thing away to keep his twin safe, even if it meant driving the younger sister away. But, when the father left, the spirit which seemed to hang over the younger girl took control. Within an instant it returned to the cabin, ignoring the cold as it lashed out and killed the mother. Doing the only thing he could, the eldest son allowed his instincts to overtake him as his powers surged forth and he began to battle the spirit, the monster now having form in both his eyes and his twin’s. And, on that day, the first Soul Hunters were born. As quick as the spirit struck, it was just as quickly killed by the combined efforts of the twins. Yet, unfortunately, irreparable damage had been done. A once solid and loving family had been torn to bits. A mother and daughter lay dead. A son’s mind shatters. A father thinks his children, whom he loved, to be evil beings. And a lone brother and sister run away, struggling to survive against humans who think them demons and malevolent spirits which seek to feast upon the blood of the twins. Yet, along the way of their years of running, they come across other children like them and, eventually, they decide to fight back against the spirits while hiding from society. _____________________________ It is now the 21st Century and a shadow war rages. When the first two Soul Hunters ‘awoke’ and slayed the first ‘spirit’ something changed in the world. It was as if someone opened Pandora’s Box and, ever since, countless Soul Hunters have been born and, subsequently, died. There are those who believe that being a Hunter or Seeker is a great gift, while there are naturally those that hate their ‘curse’. The life of a Soul Hunter is a harsh and brutal one. They live in a world where supernatural forces seek to consume them, while also having to survive against society. Perhaps we should rewind, just a bit. Back to 200 A.D. and the tale of the four siblings. The eldest twins became Soul Hunters. The youngest girl was host to the first ‘slain’ spirit. But what of the youngest son, whose mind shattered? He couldn’t believe what he saw. He couldn’t believe the sight of the spirit which seemed to appear out of nothing – how it controlled his twin sister’s body like a puppet on strings. How it killed his mother. How his older siblings killed his sister. It was too much at once. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Something inside of him snapped. Something crucial. But he recovered. Slowly, but surely, his mind pieced itself back together, but he was different. That once clueless and playful child was replaced by something else. He was now driven. He dedicated the rest of his life to the government. He chose the route of a soldier, gradually rising up into a position power. When he gained this new position, in which even the ruling emperor would listen to him, he started his crusade. The crusade against Seekers. In his mind, after years of studying various religious texts, he was sure that the Seekers were the answer to truly destroying spirits. He believed that, so long as Seekers continued to draw breath, spirits would continue to torment and plague humanity. So, with the emperor’s consent, he created a special troupe. A troupe designed to weed out and kill any Seekers and any Hunters which sought to protect them. And, after all these years, that troupe remains. Even though it has changed over the ages, it still exists to this day. Their goal, always the same – the extermination of all Seekers. The scary part? Almost all of the field operatives are Hunters. Hunters that choose to hunt and slay their own kind. So, how do you survive in a world where supernatural entities and your own kind seek your death? I don’t know – so why don’t you show me? Girls~ 1. @Karma200 as Dawn 2. @Evil-Ducky as 3. @Raevoryx as Vai "Sika" Sin 4. @Rainjay as Ashlyn Dawson Guys~ 1. @Vietmyke as Vincent Rosel 2. @Jageroux as Caelum Darius Mirrhai 3. @Jageroux as Skylar Osiris Wilson 4. @samreaper as Nex ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ REMINDER/RULES: keep the girl/guy ratio even as well as the seekers and hunters Post reasonable posts (2 paragraphs or more, I want effort) Be nice, I don't mind kicking anyone out x] Please be considerate and use proper grammar, I believe that the way you type is a mirror on how you rp If you are going to be absent for more then 2 days please pm me If you wish to rp with me on something else, don't hesitate to pm me x] Btw, your person is not perfect! Remember that! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dawn Caster~ She leaned against the counter with her head being held in her hand, her long dark blue hair was pulled up in a ponytail. A thin layer of black eyeliner lay a top of her honey golden eyes, small glimmers were on her lips from the clear lip gloss container in the pants pockets the woman wore. For the uniform there was a fitted white blouse with "Dawn Caster" on her name tag she had, a mid-thigh black skirt and a dark vest over her blouse. "Rosemore Cafe" was where Dawn worked and even though it was usually full, right now it was currently closed. It opened at 7:30am which meant in only 30 minutes more. The old man in the back was working the stove, preparing everything for the day. Dawn had already cleaned the tables and put the little extras on top of them, like: ketchup, syrup, salts, peppers and napkins. Why did she work as a waitress at all? Sure, she disliked anything that had to do with people but this job paid enough for the bills. Dawn didn't feel like working any extra seeing as there wasn't much that she wanted. Dawn watched with a bored expression as a co-worker walked around cleaning his own section of the restaurant. Its what he got for slacking off, he should've been done with it a while ago but instead the boy came into work only a couple minutes before. Dawn usually came in at 6:00AM and got all her things ready, getting her ready for the day early. After waiting a bit Dawn changed the 'close' sign to 'open' and it didn't take long before people began to pile in. The woman named Rhonda led them to their seats, many of the there were at Dawn's tables so she walked over to the old couple first. "Good morning, do you know what you want already?" She gave them a small smile and made sure to give them a few minutes before asking them. A shiver went down her spine and instantly Dawn looked up and out the large glass window, her jaw locked as Dawn's grip on her notebook tightened up. A spirit. You'd be surprised how many spirits roamed the world and many of them Dawn didn't want to deal with any longer. Being a seeker wasn't a gift in her opinion but a curse. Its a dangerous game to play with the dead and Dawn didn't want to do this anymore. Wasn't like she had much of a choice about it though. "I'd like the #3 breakfast special, sausage instead of bacon please. She'll have the same thing except with bacon," The man spoke to her in a gentle voice, he was a regular customer with his wife included. Dawn knew exactly what they wanted so Dawn didn't listen, only gave them a smile and left. Her eyes were a bit clouded from sensing the spirits but she didn't say anything while writing down the order and putting it up for the chef to read. Ignore that warm feeling in her stomach, the little tingle that always put her on edge. Ugh, if only she could've been born like a regular human being.