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The tombstone stood as a blackened monument to a life the dates upon itsaid was taken too soon. The man in question had only lived 47 years on thisearth before he was called. However, today, there is nobody left to mourn him.In truth, nobody in the city beside the cemetery even knows who he was, or whyhe was so important that the resting place of his earthly vessel was given sucha lavish burial. An occult expert was commissioned by the city board toinvestigate the mysterious tomb of Connor Isaac Harm.<o:p></o:p>
But soon, Fate would take his first victim involved with the tomb of Harm.The expert was found dead at the tomb the next morning, robbed naked, raped,and stabbed. Several men where arrested, plead guilty, and where put tojustice. <o:p></o:p>
There was never a more eerie sight than the fog drifting around the stonesof the hilly graveyard just outside the city. From near every skyscraper there,the cemetery spans over the horizon, a bleak reminder of wealthy men'smortality.<o:p></o:p>
Yet no one ever thought of the WHY... just the HOW. The city was dangerous,and thugs often went to odd places to do their dirty work. However, the expertscalled in where ghost-hunters seeking supernatural closure. Their camera'spoised, and their mission clear, they spent the night at the cemeteryinvestigating. What they found was startling… and each of the seven mencontracted a dire form of influenza from the chilly night, each of them washospitalized before their findings could be reviewed. And their deaths loomover the city still. Eight years have passed, and no one dares <o:p></o:p>
The words written on the grave were etched in scrolling letters along theonce-smooth surface of the black granite. Stains of mineral deposits bled fromthe engraved verse like silver tails in the moonlight.
IN VENERE VERITAS<o:p></o:p>
Have nofear<o:p></o:p>
There arewounds that are not meant to heal<o:p></o:p>
And theysing, <o:p></o:p>
In VenereVeritas<o:p></o:p>
Comeinside, <o:p></o:p>
Let thefire burn you alive, <o:p></o:p>
And sing,baby sing, <o:p></o:p>
There arewounds that are not meant to heal…<o:p></o:p>
At all.
--THE BACKSTORY--
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The town of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Granite</st1:place></st1:city>Point nestled at the foot of the mountains and over looking the high plains,has two grocery stores, eight hundred head of cattle, a relatively low crimerate, and enough agricultural wealth to make the Green Giant proud. In a town where every body knows someone whoknows you, how well can you keep a secret that could chance not only your life,but ruin the stability of an entire community?
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Who are theAtrox? Celestial beings with a higher intellect, or perhaps just anotherfreakish creature that see's mankind as inferior? No one knows, not even those <st1:place w:st="on">Chosen</st1:place> by the Atrox.
From the diary of WilliamMarcionni.
The first time I realizedsomething was amiss was in January. The winter had been harsh, and I had notbeen paying attention to my health very much. I had skipped doctor's visits toplow snow for neighbors, and It was undoubtedly my own neglect that made thetransformation seem like nothing special in the beginning. However, don't getme wrong, I was hygienic, I just didn't really take the time to notice the oddblackened marking patterning their way over my back.
I found the first markings inlate April when the summer air started to seep through the open windows. I hadgone to the barn out back to do some spring cleaning, and found the weather toohot to wear a shirt. The reflection from the sheet-metal I was moving showed methe greatest surprise of my life…tattoo-like markings swirling out around frommy shoulder blades and moving up to my shoulders. When I turned, I could seethe faint and shaded edges of what appeared to be the beginnings of a VERYelaborate wing design of tribal origin… however. I had NEVER ONCE evenentertained the notion of inking my flesh. I pulled my shirt back on when my neighbor'struck pulled up, lest he see.
Later that week, I noticedthe edges of the wings had crept again, growing like a plague rash to envelopemy entire shoulder and collarbone…. Like wings wrapped around a bird body as itsat resting. Looking back, my confusion and terror were less than half whatthey should've been. Maybe that was the telltale sign that these marks were notdangerous. Now I see the truth... The wings are tools. My god, what if otherpeople have them too? Perhaps magic does exist in the world.
By autumn, the wings hadbecome itchy, their black inked lines stiffening, and beginning to feel heavy.When once they were simply designs that glowed faintly in darkness, now theywere annoying, their glow burning... As if they were something crawling undermy skin…I was right.
Several nights later the painwas crippling I lay on my stomach in bed, sweating like a woman I labor. Iturned up the music and took another shot of whiskey, trying to muffle my criesof pain. Finally I could take it no longer. I kneeled on the bed and startedscratching at my skin angrily, bloody chunks plugging up beneath my fingernailsas I screamed in rage and agony. First there was pain… then relief as the edgesof the black THINGS began to wriggle up through the ruined skin. The tattoomarks had become something real beneath my flesh and began tearing out of myskin, stretching the skin.. Then breaking it with their spiny, sharp, blackforms. My upper arms erupted with the edges of the tribal-floating designs, allone solid pieces of black inky material that looked like wrought iron fencing.The pain subsided only when the wings flowed behind me, my reflexion in themirror like that of a fallen angel… that is how I grew my wings. And I stillhave the scars to prove it. A single Term has emblazoned itself in my mindsince that day…ATROX ANHELL
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RULES
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1- you are a normalstudent or teacher, nothing fantasy based is allowed
2- fighting betweencharacters IC is allowed, but in moderation, we're all on the same team here.
3- do not abuse theability to fly
4- each charactergets ONE element, and ONE charge. Only acception is the slayer charge, and thatdoesn't mean each set of wings getsa different element.
5- using the wingsafter the first post will not damage the character.
6- have fun, damnit!^_^
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THE SETUP
Each persons firstpost will be during spring break, about the nights of the full moon, asdescribed in the diary entry, each character will have the wings burst fromtheir bodies, but for story purposes the tattooes will form over three days,and they will break out of the players bodies on the fourth, the wounds willheal in about an hour, but that doesn't mean it won't be torture.
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Each players secondpost, once I have posted the second intro, will be about them entering schoolthe following Monday. From there, fate will slowly bring the characterstogether to face their first challenge… strange beasts that only reveal theirtrue forms in the presence of the atrox chosen.
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From there, the storywill evolve on its own, and I will throw plot points out every few posts.
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<o:p> NOTE ON VICES- if your uncertain about a vice, look it up on the internet. LUST does not neccesarily mean sexual desire. lust is simply the action of deriving pleasure from an action. please chose wisely, as your vice shapes your internal struggle.
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Player: (screen name)
Age: (high school for students, no limitations on teachers)
Gender: (self-explanatory)
Vice: (gluttony, sloth, wrath, pride, envy, lust, greed, the wings usage aggrivates your vice)
Appearance: (short description or picture. Please nothingfantasy based, that's for later)
Occupation: (student or teacher)
Background: (why are you here…short bio. What makes youtick?)
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The Wings:
Element : (only one,determines visual appearance and color)
Charge: (onlyone,determines abilities)
Aura: (whatusing the wings' magic causes around you, sparks to fly, smoke from the groundwhere you walk, etc. this can be almost unlimited, but cannot have much effectin-battle. The aura lingers for a few hours after the wings are used.)
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Elements:
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Blood: (stark red wings with flecks ofdarker hues often erupting from the marks and forming into odd cobwebbed and/orsnowflake patterns.)
Good all-around
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Weak effect(excellentGUN charge), heavy physical attack
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Weak effect attack,heavy physical, weak effect defense
Bone: (from literal bone wings toconstructs made of a thousand kind of animal bones, these wings often appearheavy and cumbersome or visually too feeble when in fact they are neither.)
Heavy effect, heavy physicaldefense, weak everything else
Liquid: (from acidy green ooze toflowing mirrored ice-like waves they can be anything that takes the form of anelement that is not solid.)
Heavy effect, heavyeffect defense,weak physical defense
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Heavy effect, heavyeffect defense, weak everything else
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Charge:
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Flame:versatile flame control sprouting from the wings
The Neuc:vibrating 'fuzz' of white noise or static, a strange hot, and noisy energy.
Magnet:shuffling aura of distortion. Magnetics is control of anything magnetic.
Spirit:whirling ghostly patterns and tombstone motif's, summoning spirits to aid
Telekinesis:a purple very dull looking energy around the wings that allowsmovement ofobjects with the mind
Animation:bringing corpses to move, causing chairs to dance, etc.
Frost:chilly whisps of snow coat the wings in arching design, allows cold power.
TheWhisper: dull hues of yellow and orange allows to speaktelepathically, and spoken spells of arcane protection.
Force: abonfire of energy in any color, using the power of the wings themselves, forceunleashed wave after wave of mystical energy in carrying forms.
Brutality:green and grey energy aura that folds along the wings, making them tough, and nearunbreakable as a shield or as a weapon.
The Gale:unleashing white energy and wind against eh opponent, deft flyers.
The Dead:communicate, resurrect, or set to rest the dead, and wither any life one touches.
Magick:pure lustrous energy used to fuel any number of complex rituals. More for tactics than forbattle, but a useful friend non the less.
Blades: thewings take the form of, and summonethereal blades that obey the commandof their master( limited number of blades, no more than 5 to beginwith)
The Fear:black swirling aura around the wings, used like 'force' but absorbs energy from fright.Users often enjoy sadistic tendencies.
Aqueous:the blue shifting power of water is yours to summon and command.Healing magicksaswell.
The Shade:the wings seem less real, and warped somehow, masterful stealth, and assassination abilities. Shadow control.
The Shield:the wings are thicker, and larger than most with no aura, and serve to protect almostwithout conscious thought. Very damaging when used to bash into things.
The Needle:the wings are pointed everywhere, with barbs an odd silvery light.they splinter bits ofthemselves out and attack in mass. Using thispower does not damage the wings.
The Gun:the wings form over the users hands into large cannons capable of delivering massivesingular shot damage.
The Claw:the wings form a second pair of hands, but clawed and wicked for grappling, andtearing. Also useful for climbing, digging, and catching.
TheLight-bringer: shining light from heaven, unleashing blistering fast volleys of light energy.
The Swarm:buzzing particles akin to the wings element float around them, able to unleash swarms ofsmall ethereal beasts, or frighteningly large aura's at foes. Good for concealment as well.
Chatter:the power of sound is at your beckoned call.
The Animal:your wings allow you the savage power of one animal, which you may transform into,or gain a were-form with all allocated benefits.
The Gaian:the power of nature is yours, rocks crumble, vines entangle, animals listen. Speak withnature in all it's forms. Survivors and shamans.
ThePressure: unrelenting force in an invisible archtype. The pressure controls gravity and motion,often very nimble fighters.
The Bomb:the wings create swirling balls of blackish energy that are hurled and causemassive explosive damage, wether on impact, on a timer, or on a fuse.
The Slayer:the slayer has two sets of wings. Harder to conceal, they unleash more power than any other charge.Upon summoning their wings, a weapon floatsinto their hands made of their own blood to attack with.
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