Our war began just over 40 years ago. We were mere humans. Ignorant to the ways of the world. We didn't know what lurked out there. Just below the horizon. Not until it came for us.
The first to arrive were the angels. Claimed messangers of God. The entity we all prayed to at least once in our lives. Whether it was Allah, Yahweh, or even the sky itself, we looked to this creature when we needed help. Something more to assist us in a struggle.
If these angels were messengers of God. If they represented it, we were so very mistaken. It wasn't compassionate. It was destructive. malevolent.
And so, so angry.
We could see that merely in its messengers. The anger seethed through them like holy fire. And they unleashed it upon us. The heathen humans who had "turned our backs on God's gift." They wanted to talk at first. But when we disagreed with their ideals. Thought that this place was not a vessel of worship and prayer, they turned on us. Their anger became physical. But they were beyond the physical. They commanded what could only be described in the magic we all dream of possessing.But this. This was vile. Destructive and chaotic. It's only purpose was to destroy.
A violent deity wanted us dead because we dared to defy it. That was reason enough for our extinction.
So we went into hiding to escape the death they gave, permitted by a God who hated us. Of course, they found us before long. They were divine after all. Within weeks, millions of us had been wiped out.
When the demons came, we thought they were our salvation. Tall, resplendent creatures in beautiful clothes, they offered dazzling smiles and promises of deliverance from this cruel fate. We placed our hope in them. And yes, our love as well. We would have done anything to save ourselves and these passionate, beautiful creatures were offering us a way out.
But we were wrong. Again. They wanted to destroy the world, not save it as we desired or convert it as the angels desired. They just wanted to restore the world to primal chaos.
Opposite extremes.
Angels and Demons forgot us. They just wanted to destroy one another and gain this world for their own. They seemed so desperate to claim this place for their own. And we were just leeches. Parasites caught in the crossfire. And we'd lost hope. We sat in our shelters and our ruined streets and waited for the end. To be delivered to a malicious God or a Demon infested Hell. Despair claimed us. Life was all we had but it seemed so fleeting amongst all this death.
After a few days, a few of us began to change. It wasn't immediately obvious. But when we began to produce light. Fire. Strength. It was undeniable. We had been gifted with power. And we could only surmise that it had been from our true god. We lived off this hope. We honed our powers, and after days that seemed like years, me emerged from our holes. Our hiding places. And fought. Our powers were beyond those of both angel and demon, and they were driven into sky and abyss. Away from us.
Civilization was rebuilt in the next 20 years.And we did not edge. We were almost like the embodiments of divinity, and we were loved and cherished like divine idols. And I regret to say we grew indulgent on this love and thought the threat was gone. It was far from gone. It was present in a source other than us.
Our own children. For as we were known as the First Generation, they were known as the Second Generation, and they were sinful. Amoral even. They believed they deserved more power. They wanted to be rulers. Witht he power they had inherited from us, they rampaged. And the world once again knew terror.
Shortly afterwards, the Second Generation gave birth to their own. The Third Generation. Yet unlike us, they were repulsed by their offspring and left them in the care of governments across the world. And continued their destructive charge.
20 years later, the Third Generation are in hiding from the ever present threat of the Third Generation. We made a mistake in raising our children in luxury. And most of us paid for it with our lives. Even now, my children seek to kill me, as divine and demon try to re-emerge, forty years after we removed them from our world.
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Setting
This story is set in 2050, beginning in Los Angeles, America. Technology and civilization are relatively advanced. Private flying transportation is readily available, as are teleportation machines and anti gravity devices, as well as advanced guns and other weaponry. Most cities and towns are walled off, with heavy security guarding ways in and out of the city.
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Races
Humans
Ordinary humans with no powers. They have the ability to use guns, technology, physical skills and their own wit. They can be any age between 0 and 120 and allied with any other race or neutral. They may shift allegiances throughout the RP
First Generation
The first humans to gain abilities, they are well versed in the use of magic. They can be any age between 45 and 200. They are for the most part, allied with the Third Generation, but can have any allies and may shift allegiances throughout the RP.
The Second Generation
Almost universally amoral and selfish, the Second Generation are only interested in furthering themselves. They are between 5 and 40 in age They will do anything to attain this. Mostly allied only with each other, their allegiances can shift throughout the RP.
The Third Generation
New to or only just awakening to their powers, the Third Generation are mostly allied with the First Generation, but can be allied with anyone. Most of this race's goals are to rid the world of Angels, Demons and the Second Generation.
Angels
Self proclaimed divine messengers, this group desires to reintroduce the world to worshipping god. Any way they possibly can. They can be any age and their allegiances may shift throughout the RP. However, they must start aligned with their own race.
Demons
Powerful creatures from Hell, these creatures desire to return the world to a state of primal chaos in which each being must fight for their right to life every single day. Thus the strong emerge and the weak die, making a better world in their eyes. They may be any age and shift alliances throughout the RP. However, they must start aligned with their own race.
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Template
Name
Age
Race
Gender
Appearance
Appearance in divine/demonic form: Demons and angels may take on a considerably less human form to unleash their true power.
Personality
Weapon
Abilities/Skills/Magic
History
Elemental weakness.
The first to arrive were the angels. Claimed messangers of God. The entity we all prayed to at least once in our lives. Whether it was Allah, Yahweh, or even the sky itself, we looked to this creature when we needed help. Something more to assist us in a struggle.
If these angels were messengers of God. If they represented it, we were so very mistaken. It wasn't compassionate. It was destructive. malevolent.
And so, so angry.
We could see that merely in its messengers. The anger seethed through them like holy fire. And they unleashed it upon us. The heathen humans who had "turned our backs on God's gift." They wanted to talk at first. But when we disagreed with their ideals. Thought that this place was not a vessel of worship and prayer, they turned on us. Their anger became physical. But they were beyond the physical. They commanded what could only be described in the magic we all dream of possessing.But this. This was vile. Destructive and chaotic. It's only purpose was to destroy.
A violent deity wanted us dead because we dared to defy it. That was reason enough for our extinction.
So we went into hiding to escape the death they gave, permitted by a God who hated us. Of course, they found us before long. They were divine after all. Within weeks, millions of us had been wiped out.
When the demons came, we thought they were our salvation. Tall, resplendent creatures in beautiful clothes, they offered dazzling smiles and promises of deliverance from this cruel fate. We placed our hope in them. And yes, our love as well. We would have done anything to save ourselves and these passionate, beautiful creatures were offering us a way out.
But we were wrong. Again. They wanted to destroy the world, not save it as we desired or convert it as the angels desired. They just wanted to restore the world to primal chaos.
Opposite extremes.
Angels and Demons forgot us. They just wanted to destroy one another and gain this world for their own. They seemed so desperate to claim this place for their own. And we were just leeches. Parasites caught in the crossfire. And we'd lost hope. We sat in our shelters and our ruined streets and waited for the end. To be delivered to a malicious God or a Demon infested Hell. Despair claimed us. Life was all we had but it seemed so fleeting amongst all this death.
After a few days, a few of us began to change. It wasn't immediately obvious. But when we began to produce light. Fire. Strength. It was undeniable. We had been gifted with power. And we could only surmise that it had been from our true god. We lived off this hope. We honed our powers, and after days that seemed like years, me emerged from our holes. Our hiding places. And fought. Our powers were beyond those of both angel and demon, and they were driven into sky and abyss. Away from us.
Civilization was rebuilt in the next 20 years.And we did not edge. We were almost like the embodiments of divinity, and we were loved and cherished like divine idols. And I regret to say we grew indulgent on this love and thought the threat was gone. It was far from gone. It was present in a source other than us.
Our own children. For as we were known as the First Generation, they were known as the Second Generation, and they were sinful. Amoral even. They believed they deserved more power. They wanted to be rulers. Witht he power they had inherited from us, they rampaged. And the world once again knew terror.
Shortly afterwards, the Second Generation gave birth to their own. The Third Generation. Yet unlike us, they were repulsed by their offspring and left them in the care of governments across the world. And continued their destructive charge.
20 years later, the Third Generation are in hiding from the ever present threat of the Third Generation. We made a mistake in raising our children in luxury. And most of us paid for it with our lives. Even now, my children seek to kill me, as divine and demon try to re-emerge, forty years after we removed them from our world.
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Setting
This story is set in 2050, beginning in Los Angeles, America. Technology and civilization are relatively advanced. Private flying transportation is readily available, as are teleportation machines and anti gravity devices, as well as advanced guns and other weaponry. Most cities and towns are walled off, with heavy security guarding ways in and out of the city.
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Races
Humans
Ordinary humans with no powers. They have the ability to use guns, technology, physical skills and their own wit. They can be any age between 0 and 120 and allied with any other race or neutral. They may shift allegiances throughout the RP
First Generation
The first humans to gain abilities, they are well versed in the use of magic. They can be any age between 45 and 200. They are for the most part, allied with the Third Generation, but can have any allies and may shift allegiances throughout the RP.
The Second Generation
Almost universally amoral and selfish, the Second Generation are only interested in furthering themselves. They are between 5 and 40 in age They will do anything to attain this. Mostly allied only with each other, their allegiances can shift throughout the RP.
The Third Generation
New to or only just awakening to their powers, the Third Generation are mostly allied with the First Generation, but can be allied with anyone. Most of this race's goals are to rid the world of Angels, Demons and the Second Generation.
Angels
Self proclaimed divine messengers, this group desires to reintroduce the world to worshipping god. Any way they possibly can. They can be any age and their allegiances may shift throughout the RP. However, they must start aligned with their own race.
Demons
Powerful creatures from Hell, these creatures desire to return the world to a state of primal chaos in which each being must fight for their right to life every single day. Thus the strong emerge and the weak die, making a better world in their eyes. They may be any age and shift alliances throughout the RP. However, they must start aligned with their own race.
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Template
Name
Age
Race
Gender
Appearance
Appearance in divine/demonic form: Demons and angels may take on a considerably less human form to unleash their true power.
Personality
Weapon
Abilities/Skills/Magic
History
Elemental weakness.
Approved. Welcome to the RP.