~Dark Utopia~

sparrow • 28 November 2013 at 10:19 PM

A dusty high depth television set plays its message lowly in a dingy hovel. It's dusty screen played a reel.
"Come to Utopia! A dream world within the barren land. A golden hope. A place of safety. Act now, before all the spaces are filled." A smooth voice on the Tv says.
This advertizement only played once every year. Few spots would open in this safe haven every year. People who would gain access were never seen again, but did write from time to time.
This was a chance of a lifetime... Will you get in?

The barren land is what many now call the world, the ground is dead and hard. The sky is dusty brown. The temperature is 90F and rising each year. The ocean has diluted into salt acid, and the rainforest is now a desert. Water is the currency, and must be drilled for, farmers that can grow anything are admired in the highest regard. Towns are divided, and few mingle with outsiders. What animals are left are twisted monstrous forms of what they should be, and indeed, some humans has been effected by these mutations. Any and all mutants are outcast from society to continue their change into a monster on their own. It is not know what causes these changes. Yet.

Utopia is described as a world apart. A behemoth dome encases it, and no towns surround it. The dome can not be seen through. But letters often tell of the abundance of plants, animals, and water. Photos are not allowed inside or out. What is this place like? You'll have to see it to believe it.


Rules:
1: No GMing or PPing.
2: Two characters per-person. (I may need to use several side characters to progress the story :| )
3: Mutants can have one power, but the mutants are unstable as they progress.
4: Keep it clean.
5: No killing or controlling other characters without permission.
6: More may be added later.

Sign up sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Mutant, human:
Power, if mutant:
Limits:
Weapon:
Description:
Bio:


Lets have some fun. 😃 Any questions, feel free to ask.

featherstar_stormclan • 28 November 2013 at 10:33 PM

@sparrow are we in Utopia or are we heading there? And do mutants have animal parts?

Name: Tusami
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years
Mutant, human: Mutant
Power, if mutant: Mind Reading
Limits: She can only survive a select amount of time in sunlight, and has issues containing her temper.
Weapon: A sword.
Description: 6 foot five blond with shoulder length blond hair ice-blue eyes extremely skinny, and pale caucasion, she has retractable claws where her fingernails used to be along with a silver tail and white ears, with whiskers and patches of silver fur on her face.
Bio: She was born to a family just outside civilization but they died as an animal attacked. She survived but was changed by the attack. She slinks on the outside of the nearest civilization waiting for someone to be kicked out.

sarahzafirah • 28 November 2013 at 10:34 PM

@sparrow I'm joining. 😊

Name: Casey
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Mutant, human: Human
Power, if mutant: -
Limits: Doesn't like to be teased, is short-tempered sometimes.
Weapon: Bow and arrow
Description: A jumper over a tank top, denim jeans. Wearing somewhat worn out sneakers. Has a pixie cut and dark blue highlights in her auburn hair.
Bio: Lives in a family of poverty. She does not interact well with other people as someone killed her younger brother when she was 9.

hoaxion • 29 November 2013 at 12:49 AM

@Sparrow
This looks really interesting!

Name: Wren

Gender: male

Age: 20

Mutant, human: Human

Power, if mutant: None

Limits: Despite his harsh reality, Wren doesn't like to see people suffering, and will do all in his power to help those he can. But he's not afraid to defend himself if the situation calls for it.

Weapon: He carries a set of throwing knives- which are places inconspicuously around his person. He also has a hunting knife- but rarely uses it for defense. His favorite weapon is his great-grandfather's Model 10 S&W revolver; but due to lack of gunpowder and bullets, it's rarely used correctly. (I'm new here. If guns are not allowed please tell me and I'll change it. Also, if this seems a bit much, let me know.)

Description: Wren is a skinny guy- some may even say lanky and stands at 6' tall. Long brown hair frames his sharp features, and is usually pulled back into a low ponytail. He typically doesn't take the time to shave, so he's got stubble. His eyes are dark brown and gentle.
His clothes usually consist of a dark colored T; an over-sized, tattered brown leather jacket; old jeans; worn in combat boots; and a bandana with a smiling mandible printed on it (Only wears it up on his face when it's overly dusty).

Bio: Wren was born into the very wealthy family of a farmer. Growing up, he had everything he needed. But his father passed away due to an unknown illness, sending what was left of his family spiraling into poverty. They would have been able to cope with their new lifestyle were it not for his little sister's illness- which requires expensive medicine. Their reserve of money is quickly draining towards her care. He left to find Utopia, so he might bring his mother and sister there to live comfortably.

If it's alright, I would like to give Wren a dog companion, which was originally his family pet, but his mother sent with him for protection.

sparrow • 29 November 2013 at 7:20 PM

@featherstar_stormclan

They are heading there, and animal parts are allowed. 😃 Accepted.

@sarahzafirah

Accepted 😃

@hoaxion

Accepted. 😃 And a dog is fine, it sounds like it wouldn't of been exposed to the harshness outside all too often like wild animals would.
I'm not sure about the rule on guns here. 😱 If it's not allowed, I'm sure we will be told. Accepted. 😃


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I'd like to wait for one more person before starting, but it may just start tomorrow if no one else joins (and as long as my power isn't out from the snowstorm coming... XD)

featherstar_stormclan • 29 November 2013 at 11:12 PM

@sparrow ok give me a few seconds to change my form.

jupiter_hollow • 30 November 2013 at 11:42 AM

@sparrow Don't mind if I do ;3

Name: Vendetta Del Pasibo "Vedel"
Gender: Female (though it's debatable)
Age: late teen, early 20s, but it can't be said for sure.
Mutant, human: Human
Power, if mutant: Nope.
Limits: Despises loud yelling or screaming. Otherwise is seemingly immune to feelings like annoyance, hate, love, happiness or any other emotion. Mostly blank-faced and emotionless, her ultimate limit being physical harm to her - doesn't care about anyone else.
Weapon: a simple metal pole, made of stainless steel - nothing select; she picked it up on a whim.
Description: Vedel is rather tall, unnaturally so, even for a person her age, usually overtowering most people around her. She has a deathly white complexion and a thin frame, marble pale skin matching her skinny body to create what looks like a walking ghost. Her hair is raven black, shortly cut to reach her ears, with bangs going across her forehead. Eyes are a dark hue of brown, with dark circles under them due to lack of sleep. One oddicity of her appearance are the numerous and various tattoos she has on her body (A spider web on her whole left shoulder; A blood red phoenix on her entire back; a snow white pigeon on the back of her neck; white rose on the left side of her neck; japanese writing on her left ankle; ect, ect), most of which she drew herself. The other, a small velvety strap tied to her neck, that she never takes off. Her clothes are usually oversized, too big for her to fit in. One irreplaceable part of her wardrobe is an XXXL brown coat that she always wears everywhere. The sleeves of the coat hide her whole arms, the base of it reaching to her knees. She wears oversized knee lenght black boots, so her whole body is covered and hidden (in order to conceal her anorexic frame).
Bio: Born in the barrenlands Vedel was surprisingly raised in a family of artists. Both her mother and aunt made a living by brandishing a paintbrush and since Vedel herself had an talent for art, it was no surprise that they soon spiralled into poverty. Needless to say, the two older women soon passed away and Vedel simply moved on to travel towards the city.

sparrow • 30 November 2013 at 6:16 PM

@jupiter_hollow
Accepted



@featherstar_stormclan
@hoaxion
@sarahzafirah
@sarahzafirah

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Everyone
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We can now start, but I'm so tired from cooking all day. We cooked a Thanksgiving meal today, since we couldn't on Thanksgiving. Still cooking actually. I hope you all won't mind if we start tomorrow.... ☹️ Sorry.

jupiter_hollow • 30 November 2013 at 6:20 PM

@sparrow Hrm... am I allowed to change my character? I know I entered today, but maybe I should even out the male:female ratio? =)

sparrow • 30 November 2013 at 6:34 PM

@jupiter_hollow
Sure thing. ^^

hoaxion • 1 December 2013 at 1:04 AM

@sparrow
No worries! I got home late from a friend's, so it would actually be better for me if we started tomorrow. ^^

sparrow • 1 December 2013 at 8:20 PM

@featherstar_stormclan
@hoaxion
@sarahzafirah
@jupiter_hollow

We can start now. 😃 Thanks everyone.
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Name: Francisco (Goes by France)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Mutant, human: Mutant
Power, if mutant: Can change his form from solid to liquid to gas. But doesn't know this yet.
Limits: In solid form he can get hurt like anyone else, liquid he can get frozen or dehydrated, gas he can be blown away by wind.
Weapon: Letter opener blade, worn on belt hidden.
Description: short silver hair, blue eyes, light gray t-shirt, blue jeans, black shoes (he "borrowed" off someones porch) 5'.10".
Bio: Orphaned at a young age, he quickly found himself at the bottom of the poverty poll. He became a thief in order to survive, and learned what getting caught would mean, when his only friend was caught by a shopkeeper... Since then he's learned how to be agile and uses his silver tongue to get out of situations.

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France runs full speed as a group of people chase after him with clubs and other weapons. 'What's the big deal' he thinks, 'So my hair went gray, how does that make me a mutant? All the stress we streeters have, it's no surprise.'
He wanted to turn and say that, but thought it wasn't the best idea. The towns people chasing him were shouting for others on the sidelines to join the group. One man even said.
"That's the scum that stole my shoes!"
Maybe France did, he had 'permanently borrowed' a pair of shoes off a porch. Before anyone could nab him he escapes past the towns limits, out into the barren desert where no buildings are... He keeps on running, wanting to get a ways away before taking a breather.
"Ha-ha..." he breaths heavily one he finally stops.
"Those dogs are too slow to catch me." He smirks in reference to the towns people. After a moment a thought dawns on him. Then realization. They weren't after him to catch him... He'd been run out of town.

sarahzafirah • 1 December 2013 at 8:49 PM

@sparrow @hoaxion @jupiter_hollow @featherstar_stormclan
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Casey watches from afar as some of the townsfolk ran a boy - a mutant-to-be, maybe - out of town. She admitted that she felt a little bit bad for him. At least she had a family. They lived near the bakery, and used what little of money they had to feed themselves. The clothes that she had were permanent. She'd have to trade them if they didn't fit any more.

It was a hard life.

ilovedoctorwho • 1 December 2013 at 10:05 PM

Name: Blake Devlin
Gender: M
Age: 19
Mutant, human: Human
Power, if mutant: N/A
Limits: Usually straightforward and blunt, he sometimes takes it too far and is just plain rude. He is nearly constantly wearing a smug smirk and listening to his music. He isn't one you should trust because he will always let you down.
Weapon: His fists! He is very good at weaponless combat 😸
Description: demasakkasstories.yolasite.com/resources/anime guy.jpg.opt418x296o0,0s418x296.jpg Sort of like this, but with green eyes and without the collar/necklace thingy.
Bio: He and Izzy were separated when young when Izzy was kidnapped. Their parents were so worried that they couldn't eat, so they died when he was 10. He was given foster families but ran away at the age of 14, living on his own. He has not seen Izzy since he was 6 but will meet her again soon.

Name: Izzy Devlin
Gender: F
Age: 17
Mutant, human: Mutant
Power, if mutant: Shapeshifter
Limits: Can shapeshift for only for a limited time and a limited range of species.
Weapon:
Description: passionacademyy.webs.com/23415866-Anime_Tomboy.jpg
Izzy is a 17 year old tomboy. Though she is naturally quite attractive, Izzy usually only wears the typical eyeliner and mascara; not caring to flaunt her appearance any farther. Izzy has sort of a hard demeanor and is not easily brought to tears. If someone tries to mess with her, you can be sure that she'll send it back to them ten fold. She enjoys being 'one of the guys' and typically doesn't get along with other girls her own age, seeing that she thinks that most of them are two-faced and conceded. Izzy doesn't care what people thing about her so she typically lives by her own rules. Still, on the off chance that she meets a cute enough guy, she might end up flirting just a bit.
Bio: Izzy was kidnapped at the age of 4 but was treated very kindly. The kidnappers were kind of poor but had a fine lifestyle which they shared with her. They just wanted children but didn't have the money to adopt, thus the kidnapping. She left at the age of 15 to find her family. Upon finding her parents were dead, she went off to look for Blake.

Is this okay? @sparrow

sparrow • 1 December 2013 at 10:17 PM

@ilovedoctorwho

Yes. 😃 Both accepted. ^^

featherstar_stormclan • 1 December 2013 at 10:20 PM

@sparrow @ilovedoctorwho @hoaxion @jupiter_hollow @sarahzafirah

Tusami jumped back as a crowd of people ran a boy out of town. -A mutant to be?- She thought sliding out her claws. -I'm actually glad I left before they had the chance to do that to me.-

ilovedoctorwho • 1 December 2013 at 10:31 PM

@sparrow @featherstar_stormclan @hoaxion @jupiter_hollow @sarahzafirah
Izzy barked as a boy was run out of town. Yes, she barked. After all, she was a dog -- a pure white borzoi puppy to be exact. Not permanently of course, but she had shapeshifted into one for a while, so what she had just witnessed didn't happen to her. Izzy was a fan of Borzoi, they were elegant and beautiful yet fast and strong. She left the empty field she had been walking around aimlessly in and found her hollow tree, shaking off her silky fur and shifting back to a human. She just now realized how chilly the air was and how confining her tree was and shifted to a furry guinea pig to satisfy both. Yes, it was frustrating and tiring having to change constantly, but she needed this. It was her vice, she was almost addicted to it.

Blake sat in his 'house', his music on as he pondered life. (Yup, that's it x3)

sarahzafirah • 1 December 2013 at 11:08 PM

Casey walked along the same pavement that she stepped on every single day, and bumped into a girl with deliciously sharp claws. She stared at them for a while.

@ilovedoctorwho @featherstar_stormclan @sparrow @jupiter_hollow @hoaxion

hoaxion • 1 December 2013 at 11:09 PM

@featherstar_stormclan
@sparrow
@sarahzafirah
@jupiter_hollow
@ilovedoctorwho

The sky was darker than usual- thick dust clouds covering the sun, but giving no relief from the heat. They brought on a painful reminder that it hadn't rained in years, as well as the false hope that they may release water again someday. But everyone knew water was never going to fall from the heavens again. Still, Wren looked at the swirling clusters overhead, moving his cracked lips and parched tongue if only at the memory of the clear drink. He sighed and sank back down against the giant wall. It surrounded the entire city, which rose up like a mountain in the vast desolation that now covered the earth.

It was by no means a pretty sight- a pile of metal which somehow formed houses and shops and buildings of more official business. All of it surrounded by a giant metal wall; radiating in the heat, making it seem like a mirage to distant travelers. Wren wished this wasn't the way things were; that the earth was still lush and green. But he knew the civilization of metal was entirely too real.

He sat on the outer edge, near the giant gates that led into the city. Wren wasn't sure if they were meant to keep things in or out. Their eerie creaking made him jump up, alerting the hound sleeping at his side. She also rose, although more slowly; and watched the boy next to her, giving a small growl at whatever was going to appear from the opening in the wall.

Wren relaxed when only a boy raced out into the desert. His hand moved down to give the hound a scratch behind the ears. "Settle, Abby. It's alright. Sit." Her muscles softened and she obeyed his command. His eyes moved back to the boy, who didn't seem to have any interest in slowing.

Wren looked down at the dog beside him, who was still watching the stranger disappear into the distance. "Fast isn't he?" Wren chuckled. "But he should run out of gas soon." He smiled and took a step forward, making a motion with his hand for Abby to follow. She jumped up, tail wagging and walked beside him. "I bet we can catch up." He smirked and started into a steady jog- heading towards the boy's direction. The hound followed closely, tail swaying happily behind her. To her, it was all an adventure.

featherstar_stormclan • 1 December 2013 at 11:22 PM

@sarahzafirah Deliciously sharp claws. @hoaxion @ilovedoctorwho @sparrow @jupiter_hollow

Tusami looked up as a girl bumped into ehr. (It was her right?) "What?" She snapped noticing hte girl was staring.

sarahzafirah • 1 December 2013 at 11:24 PM

@featherstar_stormclan 😋 @hoaxion @ilovedoctorwho @sparrow
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"Oh, um, I-I'm sorry." Casey whispered. She wasn't used to people snapping at her like that, even though she herself could be a little fierce at times.

featherstar_stormclan • 1 December 2013 at 11:26 PM

@sarahzafirah @hoaxion @ilovedoctorwho

Tusami sighed. "It's alright." She said her voice strangled. Her hands lay at her side nad she looked around realizing she was in the town.

sarahzafirah • 1 December 2013 at 11:33 PM

@featherstar_stormclan @hoaxion @ilovedoctorwho @sparrow
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"Make sure that they don't catch you. Please. Hey, what's you're name. I'm Casey." she said, sticking out her hand. It was very unlikely for this to happen as Casey didn't like to interact with other people. Mutants in particular.

featherstar_stormclan • 1 December 2013 at 11:48 PM

@sarahzafirah

Tusami reached out and shook Casey's hand. "I'm Tusami." She said. "Anyways, I'm pretty sure they'd kill me if I stayed much longer."

sparrow • 1 December 2013 at 11:52 PM

@featherstar_stormclan @hoaxion @ilovedoctorwho @sarahzafirah @jupiter_hollow

France sat on the hot dusty ground. What would he do now? He'd never left the walls of the town further then the shadow it cast at times. He was able to survive by his 'borrowing skills' in the town. ...But out here? Weren't there monsters out here? He'd heard of things that people had seen beyond the wall. It was why people never really left it... He glances around his surroundings, the waves of heat breaking up the visibility. At a distance, towards the gate he'd left, he spots something coming. Was...Was that a person and a... dog? Had they followed him out here after all? France just stares in caution, and slowly stands, ready to run if they we're coming after him. While he was watching, he felt something. A small quake in the ground, coming from behind him. He looks over his shoulder, but sees nothing but the vast desert.

hoaxion • 2 December 2013 at 12:02 AM

@featherstar_stormclan @sparrow @ilovedoctorwho @sarahzafirah

Wren slowed as he approached, but stopped completely as something shook the earth. He looked down at his dusty boots, an inquisitive look on his face, before turning back to the boy. "Hey, you alright?" He asked, closing the few yards that stood between them. Abby trotted along, stopping just behind Wren before sitting down and itching at her bulky collar.

Wren could see that the boy was still on edge, and for good reason. Anyone with hair that color should be wary of strangers. Out in the wilderness, gangs as well as individuals would kill for any normality. It was just safer for them to get rid of the mutated before their transformation fully took over. Perhaps that was what had made him run from the city in the first place. No matter where you went, normal was the only thing welcome.

Wren sighed at the thought. He hated the violence that had gripped this once loving nation. But it was how life was now, so he just ignored it and tried to be kind to those he could- which brought his gaze back to the boy.

"Do you want a drink?" He held out a leather flask to the boy. It was not water of course- Wren would have never offered him such a valuable commodity. He just hoped the boy didn't mind the taste of liquor.

sparrow • 2 December 2013 at 12:25 AM

@featherstar_stormclan @ilovedoctorwho @sarahzafirah @hoaxion



France looked over to the person when he heard him. He watches cautiously. He didn't expect him to catch up so fast. The dog seemed tame, at least it wasn't trying to kill him, like some strays that wander the town...
When asked his well being and offered a drink of some sort of liquid he arches a brow.
After a few moments of silence he asks,
"Why would you help me?"
For a moment he wonders if it's some kind of poison. It wouldn't surprise him at all.

hoaxion • 2 December 2013 at 2:30 PM

@featherstar_stormclan @ilovedoctorwho @sarahzafirah @Sparrow

Wren smirked a little at the boy's healthy caution. "Well, if you don't want any." He slung the strap back over his shoulder and tucked the flask behind his heavy jacket.
He brushed back a few strands of hair from his dark eyes and sighed.
"Because." He said, answering the boy's question. "There's too much violence I don't care much for it." He wished more people understood where he was coming from. Many- including himself- had never known any different life than the one they currently lived. Only what was left of the elderly had actual memories of trees and flowers, and brotherly love. The hardened landscape wasn't the worst effect of the wars and their consequences. People's minds and hearts took a greater toll.
The hound stood and nudged Wren's hand reassuringly. He smiled down at her and pet her head. He was glad she was there and that she understood what kindness meant. His eyes moved back over to the boy. "My name is Wren." He said, wondering if he had yet gained any of the boy's trust.

sparrow • 2 December 2013 at 3:50 PM

@hoaxion @featherstar_stormclan @ilovedoctorwho @sarahzafirah

France hardly understood what this guy was saying. Not because he didn't know what he meant, but because he'd seen so few acting kindly to someone else. Let alone him... The violence was only getting worse each year.
"I see." he says carefully in reply.
After a moment he hears the introduction. He thinks for a moment. What harm could happen if he told Wren his name? Nothing he could think of.
"Some people call me France. A lot more call me something else I'd rather not repeat." he says, a small smile appearing at the last part.

Then it happened again. Another quake; this time stronger. It felt like it was closer now, but how could that be?
France glances back, just to ensure nothing can be seen.
"That's... odd." he mutters seeing nothing in the distance.
Quakes he'd witnessed never felt like these. They were like one wave of force coming from the ground behind. The second seeming much stronger than the first. Not like the shaky quakes with weakling aftershocks he was used to.