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Fantasy Imperfectly Perfect ‖ Uprising of the BlOod Rose

CloudKitteh

Crimson Kiss of Death

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"Lay against the floor; can you hear the subtle vibrations beneath? Can you feel the wings of asphalt grow onto you?"

In the world we live in, there is no such thing as perfection. No such thing as flawless. It's been like this for as long as the inhabitants of Earth have remember...until now. The Blood Rose Society has created a group of [almost] perfect individuals, beings that can do about everything absolutely perfectly with the exception of a few tasks.

The world is desperate to know the secret of these individuals, the secret that has made them the way they are. Perfection had finally been mastered, or so it seemed.

Several days after the news of the Flawless, as the Blood Rose called them, the Society was wiped out completely by something mysterious. Something that obviously wants the Flawless for themselves...but for what reasons, no one knows.

The seven Flawless are being hunted down one by one,

and if they don't find out who is behind this chaos,

their lives will not be the only things at risk.

You are a Flawless, and the weight of humanity is in your hands.




BLOOD ROSE (Classified Information)





  • (General information about the Flawless)




    Appearance

    Each Flawless looks like a human, with a few distinguishing features that separates the two species. Flawless eyes are much different from the norm; they are more vibrant, and tend to be a mixture of two colors. No flawless has two colored eyes, but rather one eye-color that consists of two mixed colors. Flawless also have a more beautiful/handsome complexion; their features are more elegant and fine. Skin often has no blemishes or acne, save for freckles for few of them. Flawless also have an inhuman feature, such as wings, horns, and etc.




    Personality

    Although Flawless are almost perfect, their personalities are...varied. As they are a different branch of human species, Flawless have the variety of personalities as a regular human does.




    Senses

    Flawless tend to have sharper sense than a regular human. Eyesight is preferable better, as well as the other 4 different senses. They also have a 6th sense that allows them to feel the brink of the spiritual world.




    Residing Area

    Flawless are human volunteers who are perfectly willing to give up their specie and alter themselves to be almost perfect. The cities, towns, and villages they come from are from the present day, ex: Chicago, New York, etc. The year is 2048, so technology is much more advanced and flying cars, robot servants, and etc. are possible.









RULES


If a rule is broken, please notify me via Private Message. If a rule is broken, you will be warned. Breaking rules at least 3 times will result in the elimination of the Role-Player.


Rules and Regulations


1) Be kind and do not bully or insult outside of the Role-Play.

2) No Mary-Sues or God-Mods are allowed.

3) Be active! Post at least once every week or two.

4) There is a three characters per Role-Player limit.

5) Do not base or use a licensed character.

6) In this Role-Play, you must use sentences with periods and capitols.

7) Keep one-liners to a minimum and try to have depth in your posts.

8) Keep it PG-13!

9) Have FUN!

10) Scroll down.​






If you have read the rules completely, put Imperfectly Perfect somewhere in your character sheet. Please do not make it too obvious, nor too hard to find.​
 
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Celaena's pulled her knees toward her stomach, fighting back the cry strangled in her throat. She should be glad, glad like a regular person that she had survived the fall of the Blood Rose. She knew she should be glad that the Society had another base, smaller, but just as luxurious. Her eyes surveyed her surroundings, dread knotted in her stomach. Her feet rested comfortably on the couch. (She was offered a room as everyone else had, but refused, taking refuge on the navy blue couch.) The room was large and spacious, as the rest of the place was. Red wallpaper with silverish roses adorned the walls of the room, elegant and simple. A maroon carpet ran through the middle of the hallway, perfectly placed in between the mahogany wood located all over the house. The place was so red, so elegant, and so...comfortable. And yet the girl felt hatred and guilt. She should have died in the Falling, she should have let the memories that plagued her soul die with her. But she was such a coward - to escape and take refuge with the remaining Flawless. The others were about to awaken, as the sun was peaking over the hills. Celaena regained her composure, taking a deep breath and plastering an emotionless facade, waiting for the others to file in.
 
She sat there, still and silent in the coming light.


Allowing her eyes to slip open, she let out a breath as she watched the sun start to make it's appearance.


Erika had sat all night in that single cross-legged position only allowing her back to rest against the wall a couple of times. Her eyes traveled slowly around the room she sat in, plain grey with only a single desk, a small wardrobe, and a rickety chair that she wouldn't dream using. It may have been small and plain, but it was enough for her to deal with. Her lungs took another large breath, exhaling it slowly, before moving her numb body into a standing position.


Grey eyes stared out the large window across from where she previously sat, taking in the birth of a new day. Pulling her dirty blonde hair into a pony tail, Erika grabbed her leather jacket off the desk before moving towards the door. The others would surely be awake soon, meaning that she at least would need to be in the large living type room. Erika's boots clicked softly across the wooden floors of the hallways, leaving her stoic expression on her face. Moving into the room, she took a sort glance at Celaena sitting on the couch. It was an interesting display, though she made no remark to express her own thoughts. Leaning against the wall, she preferred to listen rather then to talk.
 
Feeling boredom settling in, Davice began wandering the halls in search of any sort of armory or training hall. He had already planned out what he'd do if he found one or the other. If the armory was found first, he planned to go through the various weaponry that was hopefully present in such a room. There was nothing more exciting than coming to a weapon he hasn't used yet or at least, a weapon that has yet to be used. If he found the training hall first, Davice planned to mess around with the equipment he was already carrying, which consisted of a a three part staff and a seven inch dagger.


The problems of others was of no concern to Davice at the moment, as no one had yet approached him to speak of the recent events, and sitting around in room by himself seemed like a waste of time. So now, he was seeking something productive to do with his time. As he walked down the halls, his footsteps could easily be heard through the quiet surroundings. His pace was slow and laze and his expression was blank, a perfect match for the lack of excitement going on. It had been a while since he last saw anybody, they were likely holed up in there rooms still. His set of orange eyes carefully scanned the hall as he walked, a habit for safety purposes. "How dull..."
 
Vincent was wandering with his book in his left hand and another pile of books in the other. Allthough he enjoyed the book, his expression was blank. This often happened you see. He always seemed emotionless or bored, but in fact he wasn't. He really was enjoying himself at the moment, as the book was very good. His footsteps increased with length as he continued to walk down the halls towards the libary to return the pile of books in his right hand. But while walking, he couldn't help to think that something was up. The air felt stiff, and the whole town seemed mutch too silent. Almost like the brief moment right after a storm, when the people try to figure out what has happened. Vincent shrugged the thought off and continued his walk.


Without looking up from his book he reached the door to the libary. The walk to the libary was his standard, every day a little bit after lunch you would always see him walking around near here. Either on his way to get some books, or returning the ones from a few days ago. Occasionally he would just go here to have a look at the libary itself. The ammount of books always fascinated him, just as the high ceiling and tall bookshelves.


Vincent sighed once before taking one book and placing it in the shelf.
 
The scar on her eye glistening as the steam rose into her face. She loved making breakfast in the mornings, it was her second favorite thing about mornings next to her sunrise exercise. Talon smiles as she prepared a platter of breakfast foods. She hoped the other would enjoy it she went through five pans to make this food. She knew that everyone would be down the Falling, the loss of so much, would hang on their conscious. Hoping that food would cheer them up or at least fill their bellies. She has cooked, every variation of food, from vegan to mega meat eater. She takes a huge steak off the grill that she had just finished and thew it. A large white tiger jumped up placing it's paws up on the table and swallowed the steak in one gulp.


"Good right?" She smiled at the tiger and placed the last of the prepared food on a large platter. As she prepared the table she gave a small prayer to everyone in the building, hoping for a renewal of mind and body. Also, that they would get their butts in here before this food goes cold. Talon walked out of the kitchen area and yelled "Everyone the food is ready come and eat before it gets too cold!!"
 
Davice stopped abruptly and looked the other way. Somebody had shouted something about food being ready.


Somebody had cooked a meal? Maybe things won't be seem so depressing, at least for a little while...


Spinning on the heels of his feet, he made his way to the kitchen, his a pace was a bit more brisk than moments ago. It didn't take long to reach his destination just 5 or 6 minutes. He immediately observed the food that had been so neatly laid as he walked in. The tiniest of smiles formed on his face to show his delight, but it vanished within a second. "There's enough food here for an army. Hopefully, none will go to waste."


Striding over to the table at a leisurely pace, Davice retrieved a single plate and a set of silverware. Then he piled a variety of vegetables and a single, somewhat small steak onto his plate, everything being almost perfectly portioned. His brightly colored eyes glanced up at the girl he assumed had cooked. "Thank you for cooking." Without waiting for a reaction, Davice took his food to a far corner of the room and sat down on the floor.
 
Hearing the call for food, Erika took another lingering glance at the girl sitting on the couch.


She didn't seem like she was jumping at the opportunity for any sort of food. Then again, perhaps she was still rather tired from the chaos that commenced a few nights prior.


"Make sure you get something to eat."


She commented blankly, her legs carrying the rest of her body into the next room. Dull silver eyes traveled over the amount of food laying out on the counters. Taking quiet steps out of habit, she plated up quickly not looking at anyone as she did so. Her stomach nagged at her, begging for the small girl to eat something. Erika was aware she hadn't eaten sense that night and she was planning on just starving herself for a while, but she was never one to turn away free food. Heaping another mound of meat onto her plate, she glanced up at the other two in the room. Erika probably knew it looked a little weird, the amount of food stacked on her plate was most likely as big as her. In a figurative way.


Grabbing a few blankets, she muttered a quick "Thank you" before heading back towards the door. Planning to make her way to the training room, sense it was indeed probable that no one would be in there. Concentrating on keeping her food balanced on her plate, Erika absently walked down the long hallway.
 
Vincent was still in the libary when he heard someone from the room on the other side of the hallway. His stomach growled louder than ever, as if there was an earthquake. He hadn't eaten anything since dinner last night. Something that he highly regret. For the moment, he was pretty mutch starving. With his beloved book in one hand he began to walk towards the kitchen. When reching his destination he glanced around the room, only two people here at the moment. But in a brief moment he returned to his book while taking a plate of food and sitting down on one of the chairs. "Thank you for the meal" He mumbled and brushed a hand through his black hair. Just as he took the first bite, his eyes went to the chef of this dinner. It really is delicious..


Then someone else entered the room, Vincent turned his head towards the door. But just as quick as the girl entered the room, she was out again, leaving the door slightly open. He shrugged once and returned to the book for about the billionth time today.
 
Davice stood up from where he was, food already eaten. If one wasn't watching, it might have looked as though the food on his plate had simply vanished. He set his plate on the sink counter before walking off towards the door. As he was leaving he was mumbling to himself, "So much for lightening up the mood..."


Getting back to his original plans for passing time, Davice made his way back to the training room, his pace more sped up than last time.


Something needs to happen, this miserable atmosphere is sucking the life from everyone.
 
Talon smiled and nodded as people came not wanting to scare them off with her morning person optimism. As she was thanked by the others she smiled happy to cheer them up enough to spit out a few words. As one person put his plate to the sink Talon called out to him "Hey at least rinse it!" She sighs as he walks way mumbling something. Talon turns to her tiger and sighed at him "these people think they own the world," as she turns from cleaning the stove to the plate she noticed that it was not just empty but clean. Talon sighs and gives a smile "well at least they know good cooking." As the bell rings on the timer talon moves from the sink to the refrigerator and pulls out a delicious jello made of eight different flavors.


As she fixes them on separate plates Talon smiled an said "I hope you guys liked the food and enjoy dessert!" She smiled as she placed the jello on the table and walked out of the kitchen. Before she left she leaned out the door frame and said "make sure you rinse the dishes when your done and all extra food goes into the fridge. I you need me I will be in the training room"As she left the large white tiger followed her swishing his tail in happiness as he went.
 
Bite.


Reload.


Chew.


Safety unlocked.


Swallow.


Aim and fire.


Another loud sound went off, the bullet left it's barrel only to fly across the large room and slam right into a styrofoam head. Eri had done the repetition about ten times now, and yet only two giant bullet holes could be seen on the head. It wasn't like she was missing, she just kept hitting the same mark over and over again with the exception of a few centimeters. Repeating her process, she got down so she was laying on her stomach. The cool metal of the sniper rifle pressed reassuringly against her cheek. Placing a bagel in her mouth, she readjusted the scope humming a soft tune purely because she believed she was the only one in the room. Finishing her bagel, she let another bullet fire this one slamming into the manikin's mouth. The end of the bullet sticking out slightly between it's lips.
 
Apparently, Davice was wrong. Not everyone was moping around as much as he had thought. One had come from the library recently, evident by the book. Another was cooking and mentioned being in the training room later. And upon sneaking in, there was yet another already in the training room doing target practice, not that it wasn't already obvious by the sound of gunfire.


Davice could hear the humming of the girl but said nothing. In fact, he was purposefully being extra quiet as to not disturb her. It was proof that all wasn't as bad as it initially seemed. Unstrapping the three part staff from the back of his waist, the separated parts snapped together into one piece with subtle clank. Sitting down with the now unholstered weapon, Davice pulled out a gray cloth and started polishing it. Weapons were his life, taking them apart and keeping them clean was a hobby.
 
Talon walked into the training room and looked around she smiled as the smell of gunpowder and sweat caused her heart to beat a little faster. Talon moved over to the weight lifting area and pulled up the 15o kg weights and rested them on the bar. She looked at the others just to be sure she wasn't being watched and lifted the whole 300 kg with her left hand and began her routine.


The tiger walked around the gym inspecting the others. The tiger was taller than the average white tiger ranging around 4.5 ft from front paw to top of the head. His blue eyes were piercing as he looked at other people it seemed as if he looked deeper into them creating a sense of unease.
 
Davice glanced at the large, white tiger. It wandered around like nothing more than an over-sized house cat. Retaining his neutral expression, he stood up and put the cleaning cloth in his back pocket. Giving the staff a few twirls around showed off its new shine job, a pleasing appearance as the unnatural light glistened off the chrome surface.


The training hall was starting to get a bit more crowded now. Staying quiet as to remain inconspicuous, and not draw attention to himself, was now pointless. It was now apparent that multiple people were in the room, so Davice decided to do what he initially planned.


Starting with the staff resting on his shoulder; and making sure that the area around him was clear of people, obstructions, and animals; Davice started spinning the weapon around. Slowly at first, the rotation sped up as it gained momentum. Once at a satisfying speed, looking like a chrome blur, Davice switched the spin to his left, then right. The staff spun fluidly over the back of his neck, and around his waist. Then the rotation changed order and Davice repeated the action in opposite order before ending the action with folding the staff back into three parts in a single movement.


Next was to demonstrate his skill with the weapon while it was in three pieces. Taking hold of the middle section, he tossed the right side around his back, catching it with his left hand and tossing it over his right shoulder and under his left, then over his left shoulder and under his right. This move was repeated twice before the weapon was tossed a short distance into the air, coming together as it fell. Letting the staff fall into both hands, Davice folded it up and holstered the weapon back onto his waist.


The next weapon due for a cleaning and some practice was the curved dagger at his side.
 
(Okay, guys...I am alive! I'm just busy. So right now you Flawless and Survivors must train in the Training Hall. Do not just practice combat, practice your false identities, too!)
 
Talon quickly goes through 400 lifts and puts the weights back down. The large tiger bound back over to her and hops up and licks her face. Talon smiles as she pushes the creature off of her and begins to walk around the gym she noticed Davice and walked over to him. "Morning! Getting some early practice in?" her voice a bellowed across the gym. She didn't mean to be loud, but it happens every time.


(I'm here just not all day)
 
Davice looked to the tiger girl. "I wouldn't call it that, practice insinuates that it'll allow me to get better. To get better, I need competition. That show was merely to loosen up." He walked over to the practice weaponry of the training room. "What sort of weapon to use? A sword perhaps?" He took out two wooden practice swords from a barrel. "Care to dance, tiger girl?" Davice asked, offering the handle of one of the practice swords to her. Putting on protective gear didn't even cross his mind, going without only added to the competitive spirit of hurting one another.
 

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