.:Blood: The silky ribbon of bliss:.
A single leg was hanging from a windowsill. It was covered in blue cowhide and stitch in a style that is referred to a jean. The foot connected to this leathery parchment was bare in all aspects except for the calluses that were developed on the bottom. The Upper torso of this body was also bare as it leaned against the thin wooden edges of the widow’s barrier. The left hand of the individual was in possession of a text. One used for the description of multiple words but soon enough just like the society it fell. The book itself twisted and turned in the sky as it landed in a silky warm puddle. The frame of this text had landed face up and was split into two. The first half tumbled into the sewers of the community and the second just lay in the same position. It quickly absorbed the liquid that had braced its fall. A single word was left on the page. It meant nothing to anybody. A simple thing among civilization, which cause mass terror and confusion. It read…
Blood [bluhd]-noun
1. {The fluid that circulates in the principal vascular system of human beings and other vertebrates}
2. {A person or group regarded as a source of energy, vitality, or vigor}
And with that word the substance covered it up too… along with the life of its original carrier. That man’s life was referred to a bystander as the government of the world thought he wasn’t fit for the modern world. What that man didn’t understand was that he did along with forty-seven percent of the world and that the cause of this entire thing was the medication he took for the tumor he develop along his spine.
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Civilization depends on its technology for the advancement of their luxury. Their luxury comes at the cost of the world itself as more and more of it was produced. This wouldn’t be a problem if they did it sparingly but there is always a limit. For every tree cut down and every pole replaced in its step the world bleeds. Not the blood of a living organism but something called Trhar. This blood was held in for thousand’s of years. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem but because of a certain race on the current day world had destroy so many things belonging to the world and had made barriers to stop the world from repairing itself. The internal bleeding of the world had reached its limit. The bruise had busted in New Zealand as a Black smoke covered the world. For Seven years the Trhar had terrorized every human. The Black smoke would only kill those with a certain factor inside themselves. That factor is still unknown and during that time everyone whom didn’t the smoke kill was destroyed by those who had a feeling they were going to die next. It’s been three years since the smoke had passed and only twenty three percent of the world’s living human population still walks the planet named Earth.
A government had risen up and is in world control. The justice system now is more of a dictatorship as those seen unfit to live in their eyes arm demolished. On top of that all technology except literature has been burned down to ashes or thrown into the deepest depths of the ocean because of the many riots during those Seven years but that isn’t the worst. In fifteen percent of those who still lives a strange anomaly has occurred. They had developed powers. These powers aren’t those of fire and water or even light. They run along the lines of flight, teleportation, and transformations. Those who have developed these powers hid deep within villages of the mass only testing their powers to themselves and those who show their power in the public are murder or recruited into the governmental system. But what if… what if someone tried to stand up against the government and try something. Many people across the remains of the world are trying that as they group together. Training and traveling from each of the many ruins that the old sky had destroyed. This is the tale of those people.
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Rules
Follow the rules of KHI(You should know them, no need for me to retell)
Romance (you can…. just do it like TV and block out the interesting part)
literacy is a must
No guns… swords and stuff like that yes.
No repeats of weapons… be original (variations of swords yes but tell the difference)
No one is able to have the same power of someone else. (password is ribbon)
This rp will only be only 500 posts long. The rp will go one to part two by then.
Two paragraphs is a must.
Only post your template here if you have completely finished it.
Any question about the rp ask me ok.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Power: (No coping someone else)
Weapon: (No having the same weapon as someone else.) (One only)
Appearance: (written or link)
Personality: (No being really emo… cause if you were you already be dead
Bio: (everyone knows what has happened… its hard to forget)
I will post my template later after some people join. I will have the power of Teleportation and I shall wield ribbons
.A single leg was hanging from a windowsill. It was covered in blue cowhide and stitch in a style that is referred to a jean. The foot connected to this leathery parchment was bare in all aspects except for the calluses that were developed on the bottom. The Upper torso of this body was also bare as it leaned against the thin wooden edges of the widow’s barrier. The left hand of the individual was in possession of a text. One used for the description of multiple words but soon enough just like the society it fell. The book itself twisted and turned in the sky as it landed in a silky warm puddle. The frame of this text had landed face up and was split into two. The first half tumbled into the sewers of the community and the second just lay in the same position. It quickly absorbed the liquid that had braced its fall. A single word was left on the page. It meant nothing to anybody. A simple thing among civilization, which cause mass terror and confusion. It read…
Blood [bluhd]-noun
1. {The fluid that circulates in the principal vascular system of human beings and other vertebrates}
2. {A person or group regarded as a source of energy, vitality, or vigor}
And with that word the substance covered it up too… along with the life of its original carrier. That man’s life was referred to a bystander as the government of the world thought he wasn’t fit for the modern world. What that man didn’t understand was that he did along with forty-seven percent of the world and that the cause of this entire thing was the medication he took for the tumor he develop along his spine.
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Civilization depends on its technology for the advancement of their luxury. Their luxury comes at the cost of the world itself as more and more of it was produced. This wouldn’t be a problem if they did it sparingly but there is always a limit. For every tree cut down and every pole replaced in its step the world bleeds. Not the blood of a living organism but something called Trhar. This blood was held in for thousand’s of years. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem but because of a certain race on the current day world had destroy so many things belonging to the world and had made barriers to stop the world from repairing itself. The internal bleeding of the world had reached its limit. The bruise had busted in New Zealand as a Black smoke covered the world. For Seven years the Trhar had terrorized every human. The Black smoke would only kill those with a certain factor inside themselves. That factor is still unknown and during that time everyone whom didn’t the smoke kill was destroyed by those who had a feeling they were going to die next. It’s been three years since the smoke had passed and only twenty three percent of the world’s living human population still walks the planet named Earth.
A government had risen up and is in world control. The justice system now is more of a dictatorship as those seen unfit to live in their eyes arm demolished. On top of that all technology except literature has been burned down to ashes or thrown into the deepest depths of the ocean because of the many riots during those Seven years but that isn’t the worst. In fifteen percent of those who still lives a strange anomaly has occurred. They had developed powers. These powers aren’t those of fire and water or even light. They run along the lines of flight, teleportation, and transformations. Those who have developed these powers hid deep within villages of the mass only testing their powers to themselves and those who show their power in the public are murder or recruited into the governmental system. But what if… what if someone tried to stand up against the government and try something. Many people across the remains of the world are trying that as they group together. Training and traveling from each of the many ruins that the old sky had destroyed. This is the tale of those people.
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Rules
Follow the rules of KHI(You should know them, no need for me to retell)
Romance (you can…. just do it like TV and block out the interesting part)
literacy is a must
No guns… swords and stuff like that yes.
No repeats of weapons… be original (variations of swords yes but tell the difference)
No one is able to have the same power of someone else. (password is ribbon)
This rp will only be only 500 posts long. The rp will go one to part two by then.
Two paragraphs is a must.
Only post your template here if you have completely finished it.
Any question about the rp ask me ok.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Power: (No coping someone else)
Weapon: (No having the same weapon as someone else.) (One only)
Appearance: (written or link)
Personality: (No being really emo… cause if you were you already be dead
Bio: (everyone knows what has happened… its hard to forget)
I will post my template later after some people join. I will have the power of Teleportation and I shall wield ribbons
eople accepted:.Setharoth- Sai Traski
Seirio- Seko
dark invader-Rhyla Scite
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