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THE ALLIANCE:
Empowering VILE
July 4th, 2155
Tokyo, Japan
The sky slowly transitioned from a bright, peachy sunset to dark yet peaceful starry night.
Ever since Japan lifted its capitol 850 ft into the air [The ground being leveled with the tip of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai], more and more tourists have visited the floating landmark for its glorious view of the sea and land standing below it. During both day and night, if you were to walk to the edge of the city; you would be greeted by a beautiful view of a sea of clouds surrounding the flying city. Sometimes, when it is partly cloudy, you could see the shiny blue ocean, along with the rest of Japan.
As the sky changed to night; signs, buildings, and traffic lights began to glow in the night. In the middle of a popular street, a new form of light emerged in the center of the street. The light slowly sparked blue ashes onto the ground as grew at a slow rate. As it grew bigger, the sparks became bigger, even causing small flames on the concrete below. By now, all tourists and locals had backed up from the blue form and began recording or taking photos. Whispers flew through the swarming crowd, like “What is that thing?” or “What’s going on here?”
By the time the blue form became as big as a soccer ball, a dark circle appeared on one side of the blue form. As many people motioned the others to come to the side with the black dot, the crowd turned more into a one-sided audience rather a swarming circle of people. As the blue form grew, the dark circle grew too; through the dark circle seemed to form details of a room, or a wall. A local yelled out “Kon’nichiwa (Hello)!?” in hopes someone might answer. This action resulted in their best friend shaking their head in embarrassment.
In the distant of the black circle~or, portal now [The blue form had grown big enough to where a person could fit through], a pair of dark doors could be seen opening. One~no, two~three: more and more people seemed to walk towards the opening. The same local who yelled out decided to wave awkwardly at the approaching individuals. As the figures walked, they all bared the resemblance of…teenagers? All of them were in their teenage years, the youngest looking at least 10 and the oldest 15.
(Blame Google Translate for the awful translation. The English is what I put in and the Japanese is what I got, but if you put the Japanese back in Google Translate, then it’s entirety different.)
“Karera no me (Their eyes)…” One of the locals mumbled. Their eyes, indeed. Every one of their pupils shined of a dark maroon color. The small group of millennials halted before the raised step that was the portal opening, leaving only a few feet in-between them and the civilians. A new teen walked out from behind the portal opening, his left eye seemed to be pierced with blood and a long scar. Along came…a skeleton…no, a skeleton..teen. The two stood in front of their fellow teenagers. The skeleton walked out of the portal, sending a spine-chilling feeling to the crowd as he silently approached the closest civilian.
“Anatahadare (Who are you)..?” The closest man asked. The skeleton stopped a foot before the man. For a moment, he remained silent. The scene was dead silent as people recording the skeleton’s entrance.
“I don’t speak…whatever..that was, dumbass.” The skeleton replied, followed by a fierce jab to the face. The punch was powerful; projecting the man into the crowd and collapsing on about five people. The skeleton yelled, his screech nearly piercing the eardrums of the humans around him. Upon his scream, the teenagers behind him ran out and began brutally punching and kicking civilians, showing no mercy. Some began to fly and lift fearful civilians, only to drop them or throw them at buildings. The portal would suddenly screech. nearly mimicking the skeleton. A warm purr would follow afterwards.
The two screeches marked the fall of Tokyo. More and more teenagers, or Empowered, would run out of the portal, causing trouble to spread like a wildfire across Tokyo. Only moments ago, the only sounds emerging from the streets of Tokyo were laughter, talking, and advertising billboard commercials. The new sounds were of explosions, screams, and the burning of buildings. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force would send as many troops as it could, including SWAT soldiers, but none of them could even touch a single mutant. The Police Department’s demise only brought more terror to the city as mutants began to pick up the heavy machinery the dead soldiers dropped beside their bodies.
The scarred mutant from before stood on the edge of the city, looking down at the clouds and the rest of Japan. The skeleton walked up to him and stood beside him. “Once we’re done with this trashy place, why don’t we take out the rest of Japan?” The skeleton asked, noticing the scarred mutant looking at the clouds.
“No.” The scarred mutant grunted.
“N~No..? Why not!? It’s right there, and we haven’t lost a single member yet! If we wanted too, we could rule the world and rid it of those devolved humans by the end of the week!” The skeleton protested, taking a step back from the scarred one.
“…” The scarred mutant would sigh. Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed the skeleton by the neck, holstering him down onto a knee. “No, Chris!” He snarled. “We’re not wiping out the entire human race yet! Wanna know why!? Because if we did, then we would have to create a new world order as children! I’d rather spend my entire life as a child removing the human race slowly, and THEN create a new order for mutants as ADULTS! I don’t want to do all of that government work! You don’t want to do all of that government work! We would all slack off and then just die! Is that what you want!?” The scarred mutant yelled into Chris's, the skeleton, face.
“No...no!” Chris would reply back, his "don’t-give-a-shit” attitude quickly changing to one of what the Empowered would call a “sissy” in ranks. What can I say, their still kids after all.
“Good…” The scarred mutant pushed Chris back and looked back over at the clouds. “I…I see a world, meant..for us..y’know? We’re the evolved…” He would monologue, looking down at the landscape below. All of the nearby cities would see a fiery beacon of defeat in the air. “…and they’re not.” 30 minutes would pass, and nearly half the population was brutally killed.
An hour; the majority.
Two hours; the entirety. The burning defeat of Tokyo was a message to the whole world;
We’ve lost.
. . .
The year is 2155.
While most technology and equipment has been upgraded to its maximum ability, building architecture and the environment has remained somewhat similar to the previous century, with the exception of floating railways and the extinction of giraffes, pandas, and snow leopards.
For the past 45 years, various members of NATO have funded [and improved over the years] a Special Divisions Unit simply titled “The Alliance”; a large, diverse group of assigned agents, risky mercenaries, willing soldiers, and basically anyone willing to defend their countries all across the world. The original cause which led to the creation of the Alliance? North Korean bombings on American soil, killing thousands. With the hopes of preventing a World War III, NATO formed a small group of spies and assassins to secretly remove of the North Korean military generals. When the spies and assassins were exposed, the USSR sent in a group of elite soldiers to draw out the Korean soldiers while the UK sent in Panavia Tornardos to distract the Korean forces to dogfight while the US spies and Russian soldiers would break into the North Korean Headquarters and end the lives of the North Korean generals once and for all.
While that didn’t exactly stop the Koreans [A war only ending a few years ago prior to 2155], it did start something; The Alliance. 45 years later, The Alliance has easily become a household name and are, supposedly, “The Defenders on Earth” [On, because…well, no aliens to fight]. Unfortunately, their title won’t mean much soon.
2140, 15 years prior; newborns have been developing superhuman powers. This seemed very minor in terms of threats and many saw it as an opportunity; “The Beginning of an Age of Superheroes”, some called it. Though 10 years later, this new ‘age’ escalated. By 2150, the children, groups varying from 40 to 80, would attack their own families and cause havoc in their neighborhoods. A day would past, and an entire neighborhood would be gone.
This definitely wasn’t the beginning of heroes, but more so a prologue of pure villainy.
. . .
August 1st, 2155
Miami, Florida
Standing before you was The Alliance Headquarters; it didn’t seem like much now since you were on the fancier manor side of the building, but the back [and underground] half were filled to the brim with training centers, laboratories, and meeting rooms. The backside of the HQ sat beside the coast of Miami and connected to a large open bay, full of aircrafts of all sizes. Coming around to the right of the building, you would see the connection between the bay and a large garden with beautiful plants and large walkways.
But enough about the “cooler” side of the HQ; it was time you joined the Initiation party. You, like the many people arriving, were either assigned to become a member by your boss or decided defending the many countries of the world was the right thing to do, especially after the Tokyo Incident. While researching the Initiation Party, you found out that you are not required to bring your own fancy clothing since there are many being provided.
ACTUALLY standing before you was a small set of stairs to the entrance of HQ. The door was open and a man in a nice jet black suit would be waiting beside the open doorway with a clipboard and pen.
[You can skip checking in with the clipboard man if you like. Whatever suits you.]
^
I
Entering the main stage room, you were greeted by a fine scent of mint, fancy chandeliers, at least three different food bars across the enormous room, and a large stage in the back of the room. There were no chairs facing the stage; in fact all of the chairs were seated in front of circular tables, though you could clearly tell the room could be set up that way if needed to. There had to be at least fifty to sixty fancy dressed men and women all standing or sitting in the room, whether enjoying the fruit punch or chatting with people they knew and/or new friends.
The place sure seemed nice. I mean, sure, you probably didn’t know a single person there, but the place had this weird vibe that just “told” you to interact with others. Perhaps it was the strongly scented mint…
Anyhow, you’d best not stand like a deer in headlights at the front door. Go talk to people.
[Sorry if this sounded a bit like a 1x1 Roleplay; my original attempt was a 1x1 and I often times forget to change from the type of narration style.]
. . .
Rules : : :
1 ) - This Roleplay is very story related, so I expect Casual/Detailed writing skills. I, myself, being a Simple/Casual Roleplayer, will perfectly understand if you write a one to two-liner ONLY if there isn’t much to say, but if there is clearly a lot going on, I humbly expect you to write at least a paragraph.
2 ) - Fowl language and sexual references are allowed, although I’d prefer no outbreaks of pure cussing and no actual sexual action. As well, do not attempt to harass or insult other Roleplayers OUTSIDE of Roleplay context.
3 ) - You’re only human. The only way I can see one of you actually beating up an Empowered is if they’re alone and do not have projectile/strength related abilities. They’re children; they play rough. You’re only devolved skin bags to them who must be exterminated. There is no stopping or quick breaks. You’re just another victim. Though them being kids, they may attempt one liners. [Basically, no godmodding against the power hungry demon children. I mean, don’t die of course, but don’t over do your badass moment]
4 ) - No killing off other Roleplayers without their permission. I know you aren’t exactly fighting the other Roleplayers, though in the events in which you do, please wait for permission. As well, no Powerplaying; keep your writing to your own character. [Speaking of characters, 3 is your limit.]
5 ) - You are allowed to create NPC companions throughout the story. You do not need to make a CS for a NPC, though just make sure they have a name, a purpose, and some kind of impact story-wise [Unless their purpose is only for your own character development] That being said, I won’t be so harsh on this rule. [You are allowed as many NPCs as you want, although they are both more prone to death and are not allowed to be Alliance members. Although, if they’re Alliance members who die on the first mission, be my guest. Though don’t make them set up something, only to die. Also, again, if they’re Alliance members, do not keep postponing their deaths as an excuse to have 4 actual characters.]
6 ) - Anyways, I don’t tend to be harsh on any rules as long as you aren’t annihilating the rule to the seventh dimension and destroying it entirety or trying to take control of the Roleplay situation in its entirety and turning it into your own thing.
Character Sheets:
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-alliance-empowering-vile-cs.353727/
OoC Chat:
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-alliance-ooc-thread.353728/
Empowering VILE
July 4th, 2155
Tokyo, Japan
The sky slowly transitioned from a bright, peachy sunset to dark yet peaceful starry night.
Ever since Japan lifted its capitol 850 ft into the air [The ground being leveled with the tip of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai], more and more tourists have visited the floating landmark for its glorious view of the sea and land standing below it. During both day and night, if you were to walk to the edge of the city; you would be greeted by a beautiful view of a sea of clouds surrounding the flying city. Sometimes, when it is partly cloudy, you could see the shiny blue ocean, along with the rest of Japan.
As the sky changed to night; signs, buildings, and traffic lights began to glow in the night. In the middle of a popular street, a new form of light emerged in the center of the street. The light slowly sparked blue ashes onto the ground as grew at a slow rate. As it grew bigger, the sparks became bigger, even causing small flames on the concrete below. By now, all tourists and locals had backed up from the blue form and began recording or taking photos. Whispers flew through the swarming crowd, like “What is that thing?” or “What’s going on here?”
By the time the blue form became as big as a soccer ball, a dark circle appeared on one side of the blue form. As many people motioned the others to come to the side with the black dot, the crowd turned more into a one-sided audience rather a swarming circle of people. As the blue form grew, the dark circle grew too; through the dark circle seemed to form details of a room, or a wall. A local yelled out “Kon’nichiwa (Hello)!?” in hopes someone might answer. This action resulted in their best friend shaking their head in embarrassment.
In the distant of the black circle~or, portal now [The blue form had grown big enough to where a person could fit through], a pair of dark doors could be seen opening. One~no, two~three: more and more people seemed to walk towards the opening. The same local who yelled out decided to wave awkwardly at the approaching individuals. As the figures walked, they all bared the resemblance of…teenagers? All of them were in their teenage years, the youngest looking at least 10 and the oldest 15.
(Blame Google Translate for the awful translation. The English is what I put in and the Japanese is what I got, but if you put the Japanese back in Google Translate, then it’s entirety different.)
“Karera no me (Their eyes)…” One of the locals mumbled. Their eyes, indeed. Every one of their pupils shined of a dark maroon color. The small group of millennials halted before the raised step that was the portal opening, leaving only a few feet in-between them and the civilians. A new teen walked out from behind the portal opening, his left eye seemed to be pierced with blood and a long scar. Along came…a skeleton…no, a skeleton..teen. The two stood in front of their fellow teenagers. The skeleton walked out of the portal, sending a spine-chilling feeling to the crowd as he silently approached the closest civilian.
“Anatahadare (Who are you)..?” The closest man asked. The skeleton stopped a foot before the man. For a moment, he remained silent. The scene was dead silent as people recording the skeleton’s entrance.
“I don’t speak…whatever..that was, dumbass.” The skeleton replied, followed by a fierce jab to the face. The punch was powerful; projecting the man into the crowd and collapsing on about five people. The skeleton yelled, his screech nearly piercing the eardrums of the humans around him. Upon his scream, the teenagers behind him ran out and began brutally punching and kicking civilians, showing no mercy. Some began to fly and lift fearful civilians, only to drop them or throw them at buildings. The portal would suddenly screech. nearly mimicking the skeleton. A warm purr would follow afterwards.
The two screeches marked the fall of Tokyo. More and more teenagers, or Empowered, would run out of the portal, causing trouble to spread like a wildfire across Tokyo. Only moments ago, the only sounds emerging from the streets of Tokyo were laughter, talking, and advertising billboard commercials. The new sounds were of explosions, screams, and the burning of buildings. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force would send as many troops as it could, including SWAT soldiers, but none of them could even touch a single mutant. The Police Department’s demise only brought more terror to the city as mutants began to pick up the heavy machinery the dead soldiers dropped beside their bodies.
The scarred mutant from before stood on the edge of the city, looking down at the clouds and the rest of Japan. The skeleton walked up to him and stood beside him. “Once we’re done with this trashy place, why don’t we take out the rest of Japan?” The skeleton asked, noticing the scarred mutant looking at the clouds.
“No.” The scarred mutant grunted.
“N~No..? Why not!? It’s right there, and we haven’t lost a single member yet! If we wanted too, we could rule the world and rid it of those devolved humans by the end of the week!” The skeleton protested, taking a step back from the scarred one.
“…” The scarred mutant would sigh. Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed the skeleton by the neck, holstering him down onto a knee. “No, Chris!” He snarled. “We’re not wiping out the entire human race yet! Wanna know why!? Because if we did, then we would have to create a new world order as children! I’d rather spend my entire life as a child removing the human race slowly, and THEN create a new order for mutants as ADULTS! I don’t want to do all of that government work! You don’t want to do all of that government work! We would all slack off and then just die! Is that what you want!?” The scarred mutant yelled into Chris's, the skeleton, face.
“No...no!” Chris would reply back, his "don’t-give-a-shit” attitude quickly changing to one of what the Empowered would call a “sissy” in ranks. What can I say, their still kids after all.
“Good…” The scarred mutant pushed Chris back and looked back over at the clouds. “I…I see a world, meant..for us..y’know? We’re the evolved…” He would monologue, looking down at the landscape below. All of the nearby cities would see a fiery beacon of defeat in the air. “…and they’re not.” 30 minutes would pass, and nearly half the population was brutally killed.
An hour; the majority.
Two hours; the entirety. The burning defeat of Tokyo was a message to the whole world;
We’ve lost.
. . .
The year is 2155.
While most technology and equipment has been upgraded to its maximum ability, building architecture and the environment has remained somewhat similar to the previous century, with the exception of floating railways and the extinction of giraffes, pandas, and snow leopards.
For the past 45 years, various members of NATO have funded [and improved over the years] a Special Divisions Unit simply titled “The Alliance”; a large, diverse group of assigned agents, risky mercenaries, willing soldiers, and basically anyone willing to defend their countries all across the world. The original cause which led to the creation of the Alliance? North Korean bombings on American soil, killing thousands. With the hopes of preventing a World War III, NATO formed a small group of spies and assassins to secretly remove of the North Korean military generals. When the spies and assassins were exposed, the USSR sent in a group of elite soldiers to draw out the Korean soldiers while the UK sent in Panavia Tornardos to distract the Korean forces to dogfight while the US spies and Russian soldiers would break into the North Korean Headquarters and end the lives of the North Korean generals once and for all.
While that didn’t exactly stop the Koreans [A war only ending a few years ago prior to 2155], it did start something; The Alliance. 45 years later, The Alliance has easily become a household name and are, supposedly, “The Defenders on Earth” [On, because…well, no aliens to fight]. Unfortunately, their title won’t mean much soon.
2140, 15 years prior; newborns have been developing superhuman powers. This seemed very minor in terms of threats and many saw it as an opportunity; “The Beginning of an Age of Superheroes”, some called it. Though 10 years later, this new ‘age’ escalated. By 2150, the children, groups varying from 40 to 80, would attack their own families and cause havoc in their neighborhoods. A day would past, and an entire neighborhood would be gone.
This definitely wasn’t the beginning of heroes, but more so a prologue of pure villainy.
. . .
August 1st, 2155
Miami, Florida
Standing before you was The Alliance Headquarters; it didn’t seem like much now since you were on the fancier manor side of the building, but the back [and underground] half were filled to the brim with training centers, laboratories, and meeting rooms. The backside of the HQ sat beside the coast of Miami and connected to a large open bay, full of aircrafts of all sizes. Coming around to the right of the building, you would see the connection between the bay and a large garden with beautiful plants and large walkways.
But enough about the “cooler” side of the HQ; it was time you joined the Initiation party. You, like the many people arriving, were either assigned to become a member by your boss or decided defending the many countries of the world was the right thing to do, especially after the Tokyo Incident. While researching the Initiation Party, you found out that you are not required to bring your own fancy clothing since there are many being provided.
ACTUALLY standing before you was a small set of stairs to the entrance of HQ. The door was open and a man in a nice jet black suit would be waiting beside the open doorway with a clipboard and pen.
[You can skip checking in with the clipboard man if you like. Whatever suits you.]
^
I
Entering the main stage room, you were greeted by a fine scent of mint, fancy chandeliers, at least three different food bars across the enormous room, and a large stage in the back of the room. There were no chairs facing the stage; in fact all of the chairs were seated in front of circular tables, though you could clearly tell the room could be set up that way if needed to. There had to be at least fifty to sixty fancy dressed men and women all standing or sitting in the room, whether enjoying the fruit punch or chatting with people they knew and/or new friends.
The place sure seemed nice. I mean, sure, you probably didn’t know a single person there, but the place had this weird vibe that just “told” you to interact with others. Perhaps it was the strongly scented mint…
Anyhow, you’d best not stand like a deer in headlights at the front door. Go talk to people.
[Sorry if this sounded a bit like a 1x1 Roleplay; my original attempt was a 1x1 and I often times forget to change from the type of narration style.]
. . .
Rules : : :
1 ) - This Roleplay is very story related, so I expect Casual/Detailed writing skills. I, myself, being a Simple/Casual Roleplayer, will perfectly understand if you write a one to two-liner ONLY if there isn’t much to say, but if there is clearly a lot going on, I humbly expect you to write at least a paragraph.
2 ) - Fowl language and sexual references are allowed, although I’d prefer no outbreaks of pure cussing and no actual sexual action. As well, do not attempt to harass or insult other Roleplayers OUTSIDE of Roleplay context.
3 ) - You’re only human. The only way I can see one of you actually beating up an Empowered is if they’re alone and do not have projectile/strength related abilities. They’re children; they play rough. You’re only devolved skin bags to them who must be exterminated. There is no stopping or quick breaks. You’re just another victim. Though them being kids, they may attempt one liners. [Basically, no godmodding against the power hungry demon children. I mean, don’t die of course, but don’t over do your badass moment]
4 ) - No killing off other Roleplayers without their permission. I know you aren’t exactly fighting the other Roleplayers, though in the events in which you do, please wait for permission. As well, no Powerplaying; keep your writing to your own character. [Speaking of characters, 3 is your limit.]
5 ) - You are allowed to create NPC companions throughout the story. You do not need to make a CS for a NPC, though just make sure they have a name, a purpose, and some kind of impact story-wise [Unless their purpose is only for your own character development] That being said, I won’t be so harsh on this rule. [You are allowed as many NPCs as you want, although they are both more prone to death and are not allowed to be Alliance members. Although, if they’re Alliance members who die on the first mission, be my guest. Though don’t make them set up something, only to die. Also, again, if they’re Alliance members, do not keep postponing their deaths as an excuse to have 4 actual characters.]
6 ) - Anyways, I don’t tend to be harsh on any rules as long as you aren’t annihilating the rule to the seventh dimension and destroying it entirety or trying to take control of the Roleplay situation in its entirety and turning it into your own thing.
Character Sheets:
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-alliance-empowering-vile-cs.353727/
OoC Chat:
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-alliance-ooc-thread.353728/
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