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Summary:
Before us there were others. Every last historian agrees on that. There isn't a man on Earth who will doubt that there were forerunners. It's after that the problems begin to arise. There are very limited records, almost none really and we have to work with what we can gather the wreckage of their shattered lives. And what we discover only baffles us further. We owe vast amounts of the progress we have made as a society to them, and yet we have no idea what it is that killed them. Perhaps that is incredibly irresponsible of us. But then I am a historian not a philosopher. Still the Cataclysm, as most of us have come to refer to it as, is the biggest mystery we are presented with as we continue to study these forerunners. We have had many theories thrown up but most of them lack any real support in fact or even from colleagues. We have honestly unearthed nothing of these people and we are beginning to worry our funding will be pulled.
...today we discovered something unnerving. What little records we have uncovered show that these people believed that had discovered the key to eternal life. This has excited my colleagues but I can't help but wonder whether we have built our society on one that is insane...
They did it. I'd thought they were mad, or mistaken but one of our researchers found a dusty vial in the abandoned spacecraft. And while I cannot applaud his drinking it, it certainly did lead to a consensus. He could no longer die. We will have to study him further
-The last excerpts from the Journal of Dr. A.L. Loyal (published in a tabloid)
This talk of a fountain of youth in our past is ridiculous, it lacks any scientific credibility...
-The Capital Times
Capital city stand as a shining beacon of what humanity can accomplish. It's pristine streets and buildings call to those who wish for a better life.
-Government Office (P.R. Dept.)
Several gangs have risen up calling themselves the Pantheon. I don't know if they have always existed, the other cops want me to let it go. But this means a lot to me.
There are four of them:
The Ashur: Mainly Gun runners and smugglers they fuel the firefights that the politicians spend all their time covering up.
The Eros: Mostly Slavers and soliciters of Sex ( for those who can't afford the entire Slave) the Eros are responsible for every missing persons released since their conceptions
The Dion: The inventors and purveyors of every illicit substance on the market. Many of them sample much of what they sell leading to many of the more interesting crimes in the city.
The Eris: Violent and insane the Eris own bits of everything. Most people are just too scared not to pay them. The people that do stand up to them don't have the luxary of dissappearing. Their deaths are very public. The Eris are also the only gang to operate openly without fear.
-this report was found stamped and documented inside the Internal Affairs office of the the Department
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Demi moved with a certain grace as he picked up the phone and redialed her number. He hoped she was happy to hear from him. "Sahara?" he paused as a voice assaulted him from the other end of the line. "Yes, yes. Fuck me. But could you please listen?" his voice took on an urgent tone that he was not accustomed to. He disliked it strongly. "I need you to come to my place it's-" he was cut off again "Yes I- No it- Please Sahara." he said in a much more comfortable tender voice. "It's business I promise." He smiled as the woman on the other end responded. He hung up without saying goodbye and handed the phone to Ben. He looked ben in the eyes. And smiled. "Ben I'm going to need a favor from you."Ben looked at him in askance for a moment before stepping closer. Demi laughed. "No, I mean I want you to take these-" he stopped when he realized that he had nothing in his hands. He looked around the room and saw a stack of paper on a seldom used desk. "those flyers to the usual places." Demi smiled widely. "We're joining the Pantheon Ben."
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Demi watched as members of the Underworld's finest were ushered in by Ben. He couldn't help but smile at the looks on their faces, as they took in the surroundings, as they were offered champagne, as the few of them that were on their toes noticed Demi himself. Among these people would be his new Temple. These people would help him rule Capital City, or at least the seedier parts of it. He wanted to greet them but he held back. Sahara was watching and she always considered him a bit too eager. In this case she would be right. Still he smiled.
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Me(also temp):
Name: Demi (short for Demitri)
Age: ??? He looks roughly 18
Appearence: Demi has icy blue eyes and long black hair. He looks perpetually amused, as though he finds something funny with the situation whatever it may be. He is by all means scrawny and has no real muscle or build to him whatsoever. He's of about average height and his features are almost feminine. He's not unnattractive though he tends to strike you as beautiful rather than handsome. He comes off as vulnerable. His right arm is heavily tattooed but there is no evidence of tattooes anywhere else. Always wears dress pants. Frequently with no shirt.
Bio: Demi has lived his life to the fullest from the moment he could walk. Which was only fifty years ago. Demi woke from a coma with no injuries and a slightly suspicious feeling toward the nurses coming toward him. Without thinking he attacked the nurses and left. Walking naked through the streets he got arrested and found that some of the people in prison recognized him and that none were very happy to see him. It was after he violently induced a riot that he decided that he had to find a place to stay. He had been living at the expense of the good taxpayers for long enough.
In the long run demi realized that his potential was most fully realized as a small time criminal. He lives among politicians and lawyers in the penthouses of the city and deals with the lowest and dirtiest scum when he's at work. He's pleasent to be around and while he enjoys violence he's no more addicted to it than he is his greatest passion. The Cello.
Demi lives in luxury. Always. It is where he is most comfortable and he will do whatever it takes to stay there. He had a very serious relationship with fellow immortal Sahara that ended poorly. He has not been seriously intimate with anyone since as he still considers himself to be devoted to her. Though the amount of meaningless flings has become almost ridiculous in recent years.
He had become sucessful and has been invited by each member of the Pantheon, except Eris, to join and has turned them all down. He has bigger things in mind.
Immortal: Yes. Very.
Faction: Syn
Weapon of Choice: Bare hands
Abilities/Occupation: Demi kills things. And doesn't die.
Rules:
Anything goes content-wise. I dun care what you do to or with eachother.
Do not let your relationship with the Rpers show in your characters. Whether you hate or love the person in real life. You probably just met in the Rp
Do not allow knowledge in real life to sink into your role playing. I will be mad. e.g. If someone thinks to themselves that you are immature DO NOT say "I know I may seem immature" in your next post.
You may have up to three characters but at least one MUST BE A MEMBER of the main group Syn ( Demi's gang)
Do not get into fights with other Rpers in the OOC thread. If it becomes an issue I will pick the Rper I like better and remove the other one.
Unless notified otherwise you are one of the criminals that have been invited. If you have any other ideas for yourself let me know via PM and I will consider them.
You are not immortal unless I say so. Ask via PM.
Immortals:
Thor. ~ Demi
Darkness Princess ~ Saraha
Obliviongirl13 ~ Amaya
Stavros ~ Damion
~
http://forums.khinsider.com/original-roleplays/122734-demiurge.html
Summary:
Before us there were others. Every last historian agrees on that. There isn't a man on Earth who will doubt that there were forerunners. It's after that the problems begin to arise. There are very limited records, almost none really and we have to work with what we can gather the wreckage of their shattered lives. And what we discover only baffles us further. We owe vast amounts of the progress we have made as a society to them, and yet we have no idea what it is that killed them. Perhaps that is incredibly irresponsible of us. But then I am a historian not a philosopher. Still the Cataclysm, as most of us have come to refer to it as, is the biggest mystery we are presented with as we continue to study these forerunners. We have had many theories thrown up but most of them lack any real support in fact or even from colleagues. We have honestly unearthed nothing of these people and we are beginning to worry our funding will be pulled.
...today we discovered something unnerving. What little records we have uncovered show that these people believed that had discovered the key to eternal life. This has excited my colleagues but I can't help but wonder whether we have built our society on one that is insane...
They did it. I'd thought they were mad, or mistaken but one of our researchers found a dusty vial in the abandoned spacecraft. And while I cannot applaud his drinking it, it certainly did lead to a consensus. He could no longer die. We will have to study him further
-The last excerpts from the Journal of Dr. A.L. Loyal (published in a tabloid)
This talk of a fountain of youth in our past is ridiculous, it lacks any scientific credibility...
-The Capital Times
Capital city stand as a shining beacon of what humanity can accomplish. It's pristine streets and buildings call to those who wish for a better life.
-Government Office (P.R. Dept.)
Several gangs have risen up calling themselves the Pantheon. I don't know if they have always existed, the other cops want me to let it go. But this means a lot to me.
There are four of them:
The Ashur: Mainly Gun runners and smugglers they fuel the firefights that the politicians spend all their time covering up.
The Eros: Mostly Slavers and soliciters of Sex ( for those who can't afford the entire Slave) the Eros are responsible for every missing persons released since their conceptions
The Dion: The inventors and purveyors of every illicit substance on the market. Many of them sample much of what they sell leading to many of the more interesting crimes in the city.
The Eris: Violent and insane the Eris own bits of everything. Most people are just too scared not to pay them. The people that do stand up to them don't have the luxary of dissappearing. Their deaths are very public. The Eris are also the only gang to operate openly without fear.
-this report was found stamped and documented inside the Internal Affairs office of the the Department
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Demi moved with a certain grace as he picked up the phone and redialed her number. He hoped she was happy to hear from him. "Sahara?" he paused as a voice assaulted him from the other end of the line. "Yes, yes. Fuck me. But could you please listen?" his voice took on an urgent tone that he was not accustomed to. He disliked it strongly. "I need you to come to my place it's-" he was cut off again "Yes I- No it- Please Sahara." he said in a much more comfortable tender voice. "It's business I promise." He smiled as the woman on the other end responded. He hung up without saying goodbye and handed the phone to Ben. He looked ben in the eyes. And smiled. "Ben I'm going to need a favor from you."Ben looked at him in askance for a moment before stepping closer. Demi laughed. "No, I mean I want you to take these-" he stopped when he realized that he had nothing in his hands. He looked around the room and saw a stack of paper on a seldom used desk. "those flyers to the usual places." Demi smiled widely. "We're joining the Pantheon Ben."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Demi watched as members of the Underworld's finest were ushered in by Ben. He couldn't help but smile at the looks on their faces, as they took in the surroundings, as they were offered champagne, as the few of them that were on their toes noticed Demi himself. Among these people would be his new Temple. These people would help him rule Capital City, or at least the seedier parts of it. He wanted to greet them but he held back. Sahara was watching and she always considered him a bit too eager. In this case she would be right. Still he smiled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Me(also temp):
Name: Demi (short for Demitri)
Age: ??? He looks roughly 18
Appearence: Demi has icy blue eyes and long black hair. He looks perpetually amused, as though he finds something funny with the situation whatever it may be. He is by all means scrawny and has no real muscle or build to him whatsoever. He's of about average height and his features are almost feminine. He's not unnattractive though he tends to strike you as beautiful rather than handsome. He comes off as vulnerable. His right arm is heavily tattooed but there is no evidence of tattooes anywhere else. Always wears dress pants. Frequently with no shirt.
Bio: Demi has lived his life to the fullest from the moment he could walk. Which was only fifty years ago. Demi woke from a coma with no injuries and a slightly suspicious feeling toward the nurses coming toward him. Without thinking he attacked the nurses and left. Walking naked through the streets he got arrested and found that some of the people in prison recognized him and that none were very happy to see him. It was after he violently induced a riot that he decided that he had to find a place to stay. He had been living at the expense of the good taxpayers for long enough.
In the long run demi realized that his potential was most fully realized as a small time criminal. He lives among politicians and lawyers in the penthouses of the city and deals with the lowest and dirtiest scum when he's at work. He's pleasent to be around and while he enjoys violence he's no more addicted to it than he is his greatest passion. The Cello.
Demi lives in luxury. Always. It is where he is most comfortable and he will do whatever it takes to stay there. He had a very serious relationship with fellow immortal Sahara that ended poorly. He has not been seriously intimate with anyone since as he still considers himself to be devoted to her. Though the amount of meaningless flings has become almost ridiculous in recent years.
He had become sucessful and has been invited by each member of the Pantheon, except Eris, to join and has turned them all down. He has bigger things in mind.
Immortal: Yes. Very.
Faction: Syn
Weapon of Choice: Bare hands
Abilities/Occupation: Demi kills things. And doesn't die.
Rules:
Anything goes content-wise. I dun care what you do to or with eachother.
Do not let your relationship with the Rpers show in your characters. Whether you hate or love the person in real life. You probably just met in the Rp
Do not allow knowledge in real life to sink into your role playing. I will be mad. e.g. If someone thinks to themselves that you are immature DO NOT say "I know I may seem immature" in your next post.
You may have up to three characters but at least one MUST BE A MEMBER of the main group Syn ( Demi's gang)
Do not get into fights with other Rpers in the OOC thread. If it becomes an issue I will pick the Rper I like better and remove the other one.
Unless notified otherwise you are one of the criminals that have been invited. If you have any other ideas for yourself let me know via PM and I will consider them.
You are not immortal unless I say so. Ask via PM.
Immortals:
Thor. ~ Demi
Darkness Princess ~ Saraha
Obliviongirl13 ~ Amaya
Stavros ~ Damion
~
http://forums.khinsider.com/original-roleplays/122734-demiurge.html
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