Novus City (Temorarily closed. Still accepting new characters.)

"At the birth of our species man tamed fire and used it to keep the fearsome beasts that lurked in the shadows at bay, the Egyptians crafted great pyramids of stone through the will of the pharaohs and the benevolence of their gods. One of the greatest empires of all time was united under the power of a sole man, we erected a great wall to keep our families safe from murdering hordes. For the enjoyment of the people deadly warriors clashed in the greatest arena that mankind has ever seen, bards wrote tales and songs of the valiant men dressed in gleaming armor standing firm in the face of unrelenting evil. Explorers set sail and journeyed across the vast ocean into the unknown, man embraced man as the people of the world were declared equal in every way. Defying the very laws of nature herself we erected a great dam to stop the raw power of water itself, harnessed the limitless power of the atom, built a research station in the heavens themselves…

And built a city in the skies.

It is here that we find ourselves at a crossroads. Our once glorious metropolis has become rusted and battered in a relentless storm of corruption and indecency. Brother fights brother and we stain our streets red with our own blood. Every day is a struggle to survive and hundreds die every moment of starvation. There horrors of history are our common place. In our darkest hours we have turned our guns on each other. Stray bullets rob the lives of the innocents and the old and young are left to rot in the streets. Before long, we will drown ourselves in our own blood and our great city will become a tomb.

This is why we must act now. Only through action can we stop the fire that we tamed so long ago. Good people of Novus City, each of us stands at the crossroads. Each of us must choose a path. I have chosen mine and I will walk it with my head held high. Who will walk beside me? Who will walk against me? It matters not which path you take, for all our paths are connected and each path alters the paths of others. Together we will write the next page of history. Whether it is the final chapter or simply the next page will be decided by our actions. What will our tale be? What story will you write?”

--- Excerpt from Logan Vonarx, High Commandant of Helm’s inauguration speech.



The Districts:

Novus city is broken up into three districts. These districts are further split into sectors. The city of Novus consists of nine sectors in total. The Upper district is compromised of the top two sectors. Directly below lies the Middle district and its three sectors. At the bottom of the city rests the lower district; made up of the final four levels.

Upper District:

The Upper district is compromised of two sectors. Light being the first and Flower being the second. This district is the most secure, being the power seat of the governmental body Helm. Crime is minimal, people live in comfort and safety. The government has military guards posted at all entrances to the Upper district, thus providing a way to screen those who come and go. Despite common belief, the Upper district is not solely populated by the rich and influential. However, they do enjoy a level of economic security that the other districts do not have the privilege of enjoying.

Middle District:

The Middle district is composed of three sectors, the first of which is Water, the second Air, and the third and final being Earth. This district enjoys a higher level of security than the Lower district, though it pales in comparison to the security of the Upper district. It is the home of the NCPD, whose men and women work tirelessly to protect the citizens of their district. The people here live in relative comfort and are far better off than those of the Lower district. Though the police try their hardest, not all crime is stopped; the people still hurry past dark alleys for fear of what may lurk unseen and unheard.

Lower (Ghetto) District:

The Lower district is made up of four sectors, the first being Fire, the second Metal, the third Bone and the fourth and last being Shadow. These sectors of Novus City are home to some of the most vile and disgusting humans alive; The run down sectors form the Ghettos. The scum of the city (or most often, those who had the misfortune of being born there) inhabit the cesspools of filth. There is no law, no safety. Packs of orphans roam the streets and alleys, feral cats and dogs hunt anything that they view as weak. Drugs and sex are peddled, disease and poverty are a way of life. People live in fear of the next moment, that they will be killed when they cross the street, when they go out to whatever ‘work’ they can find, when they close their eyes to sleep at night. And above all this chaos, one thing stands out: the murderous screams and cries of The Sins of Terra.

Factions of Novus City:

Helm:

Standing tall in the bastion of the Upper District, Helm is the only true governmental body in Novus City. A union of the military forces and the politicians of the old government, Helm is united under Logan Vonarx; the mastermind behind the bloodless takeover of the old corrupt government and the man who has nursed Helm since its infancy. Military training and service is mandatory in Helm controlled sectors, ensuring that every man and woman is able to defend themselves and the creed of Helm. Determined to bring peace to the desolate and desperate human race, Helm has slowly begun to conquer the other sectors, bringing the people of Novus into its folds. Thus far, it has only established control over the Light sector and the Flower sector; but its forces have already begun to bring Water sector under control.

The Sins of Terra:

Running rampant though the Lower district, the Sins of Terra is the only true power that cuts through the anarchy of the ghettos. This death cult sprung up years ago, when the first new sector was built. With each subsequent sector built, the cult grew in strength and numbers as the Ghetto district came into being. Compromised of psychos, lunatics, crazies, and those who have no where else to turn; they present a threat to all who aren’t with them, and sometimes even to themselves. An overall nihilistic attitude pervades the Sins of Terra, they hold a general belief that the end of the world already happened, so why bother trying to bring humans back together. Why not enjoy life to its fullest without the responsibilities of morals and government? Why not help humanity along to its final destruction? Why not? Those of the Ghettos can find relative safety within its ranks, and under the new leadership of Damien Hochfelder, this death cult seems to be striving towards some greater goal.

The Resistance:

With the coming of a new government, problems were bound to arise. Not everyone could be pleased, and some issues required immediate and often violent attention. This left many hurts and alienated people from the Helm regime. In the five years Helm has been in power a small, but determined resistance has sprung up. Though still in its infantile stages, this faction is slowly growing in size. They face insurmountable odds, but they believe that Helm must be stopped at all costs for the greater good of Novus and all who inhabit it. Because they appose Helm, they are solely made of people from the Upper district and they operate there alone. Guiding their efforts is Markus Willheim.

NCPD:

In the dark corners and backrooms of the Middle district, the criminals of Novus wage secret wars and sell forbidden goods to the common folk of Novus city. The only protection offered to the people of the Middle district lies in the hands of Novus’s police force. Or rather, what remains of it. The proud men and women of the force work tirelessly to keep drugs off the streets, criminals behind bars, and homeless in shelters; running themselves ragged in a vain attempt to stem the tide. The chief of police, Eliza K. Roze leads the overworked, understaffed, and barely paid members of the NCPD. They do their utmost to uphold their oaths. To protect and serve.

Districts and Sectors Quick Reference:
Upper District Sectors:
Light
Flower
Middle District Sectors:
Water
Air
Earth
Lower District Sectors:
Fire
Metal
Bone
Shadow

Rules:
1. No God-Moding, metagaming, or shadow playing.
2. No Mary Sues/Gary Stues.
3. Use proper grammar.
4. A least one paragraph per post. (This means three at the very least, but We’d much prefer four or five sentences.)
5. Romance, while allowed, must be realistic. This means no love at first sight. You do not pledge undying devotion after one day together. This is a real city. Go on some dates!
6. This is a Mature RP. As such, we don’t care about cursing, just try not to drop the F-bomb every three seconds.
7. As stated above, this is a Mature RP. Expect there to be gore, but don‘t go overboard. We don’t need to know that someone’s entrails look like sausages.
8. At first, no one save for three special cases are from beyond the stars. There will be opportunities for such a character later on, but until then everyone is to be from the city.
9. This RP represents a post-apocalyptic scenario. As such, there will be no laser guns, no war machines, no shiny knight swords, etc. If you’re unsure about it, ASK FIRST.
10. We’re trying to make this as sci-fi realistic as possible. As such, if your character is sixteen, they cannot be a crack-shot or a karate expert. (In layman’s terms, age equals experience. If you got a young character, they can’t be masters at everything they do.)
11. This is a HUGE city. We expect there to be variety in your characters. Don’t make everyone from the same district.
12. Magic is a long lost and forgotten art. So, unless your character has a damn good reason that we approve of, they should not have it.
13. We reserve the right to change or add to these rules.
14. This RP is co-owned by Plaguewalker, Shadow Moonseye, Casey Jewels, and Ghostmaker.
15. Please put: “Welcome to Novus City, where the future is today.” in your post to let us know you have read and understand these rules.

Character Sheet:
Username:
Name:
Alias:
Age: (16 and up, okay? Anyone younger would die too quick.)
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Faction: (pleas note that this is not mandatory for you to fill out. If you’re unsure at first, feel free to join one at a later date.)
Occupation:
District of Residence:
Other:

City Wide Events:

This area will be used for City Wide Events. These events will affect all in the rp. SO check frequently.

Founding:

Citizens of Novus, it’s that time of year once again. Founding Week! Mark your calendars, gather your friends, and let the celebrations begin! Activities will be held throughout the city, varying from district to district and sector to sector. You can be sure that there will be no end to the festivities this week. So get out there, have some fun, and join us in celebrating the founding of our fair city!

Notes:

This section will be used for tid-bits of information that while important, wouldn’t fit elsewhere. These will also include notes referring to City Wide Events.

-Because Novus City is such a vast place (30 million people, lets not forget) separate plots can be on separate timelines. This means that it can be day for one group and night for another and midday for yet another and so on and so forth.

-The only time separate plots timelines’ will be brought back to the same time will be if a City Wide Event happens.

-We, the creators, control all faction leaders and their respective factions. This means that you shouldn’t be controlling more than a handful of NPCs from the factions. If you want to do something big or have an idea, please pm us. We’d love to hear from you. I will be controlling Helm, Shadow Moonseye will be controlling Sins of Terra, Casey Jewels will be controlling the NCPD and Ghostmaker will be controlling the Resistance.

-As Novus City is a place where old meets new, science meets fantasy, we are allowing for a large veraity of mythical life to exist within its confines as long as there is significant reason why such a species could exist undected by the general populace. These characters require special approval and we ask that you pm us beforehand for approval. And lets not forget to be original.

-If you’ll remember in one of the rules we mentioned that Novus city represents a post-apocolyptic scenario. This means that hundreds of years ago, the surface of the earth was made uninhabitable by a series of natural disasters. All of humanity flooded to Novus City, because it was the only safe place. It was safe, because it is above the ground. Held aloft in the skies by giant anti-gravitational engines. Thus, it is CUT OFF from everything. So no expeditions to the ground.

-This rp will be starting on 12:00 am (midnight) on the second to last day of the festival. This means that there is one day left of the festival.

-All factions have been and will be to absorbed in enjoying the celebrations of Founding Week to worry about each other or their goals. This means that there is an unofficial ceasefire. If you break this, we shall be most cross with you.

Accepted Characters:

Username: Plaguewalker
Name: Kaine Callaghan
Alias: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kaine’s deep red hair is almost always slicked back into spikes, keeping it from obstructing his gaze while he works. His eyes are ice blue, and usually devoid of emotion. His lower lip has twin spike piercing on opposite sides of his lip, and unbeknownst to most people, Kaine has a single stud piercing in his tongue. On the back of his neck, there is a tattoo of a barcode, which Kaine had done almost as a joke, although it seems to be quite an accurate truth.

His skin is lightly tanned, and rough to the touch from the innumerable scars and wounds Kaine has acquired throughout his difficult life. Kaine’s body is in near-perfect physical condition, due to his daily work-out regiment and years of mercenary work. While most don’t notice, Kaine has a body-mod on his back known as a tri-spine, giving the impression that he has three spines.

Standing well above most people, Kaine size and intimidating presence quite the sight to behold. His outfit normally consists of a muscle shirt, generally of varying colours, underneath a dark olive green jacket. His jacket is custom made, and has numerous holsters built into the fabric on the inside to carry his weaponry. With a pair of black jeans, and a sturdy set of steeled toe boots, Kaine looks quite like what he is. The finishing piece of his outfit is by far the strangest, however. A pair of metal gauntlets cover his hands, stretching a short ways up his forearm before they end. These are thin, and don’t hinder him when he uses a gun, and are ruthlessly effective in close range combat, allowing Kaine to get the most out of his powerful strikes.

Personality: Kaine seems to be a very hollow shell of a man, emotionless and utterly ruthless in his endeavors. The only emotion Kaine shows the world around him is anger, and he has plenty of it to spare.

In truth, Kaine simply hides his emotions behind a nigh impenetrable series of defenses that stops anyone from becoming close to him, and prevents him from getting close to people. Kaine sees this as the best way to live his life, because if people can’t get close, you can’t lose them. Some people think that deep inside, Kaine really just needs an actual friend in his life, someone to actually care about him and worry if he’ll make it home. No one knows if this is true except for Kaine, but some people insist they can see the loneliness lurking inside his cold, lifeless eyes.

History: Kaine was the second child of Stephan and Mia Callaghan, born a year after his older brother Jared Callaghan. He was a small child, but even when he was young he seemed to possess a drive to succeed at whatever he did, whether it was talking or walking.

When Kaine turned five, his parents divorced, his father taking Jared, and his mother taking him. Alone with his mother, Kaine soon found himself doing more and more work around the house as his mother tried her hardest to keep them afloat. For several years, her downward spiral continued, and Kaine was dragged down further and further by his mother. This all changed when Kaine was ten…

His mother was murdered one night, by who Kaine has never said. He witnessed the murder, but no one has ever managed to get him to say anything about what happened, or who did it. He found himself homeless, with no one to turn to but himself.

Scavenging became a way of life, trying to pick together a meager meal for the day. His prideful nature stopped him from joining with other children in his situation, and Kaine slowly closed in on himself. He began to manipulate the other kids, lying about shipments of food coming to stores then sneaking off with food while the shop keeps chased off the others. As he grew better at this, so to did his meals grow, and eventually he was eating on a regular basis.

His body started to grow, and his once lean body started to grow beyond the lean, lanky muscle he had always had. Kaine stood high above the other children, and his body was far stronger than theirs. He began turning in particularly troublesome kids to shop keepers for food and money. At 14, Kaine was a bounty hunter.

Soon, word about him began to spread, and people started to approach him about guarding shops from the kids and offering good amounts of money to do so. Before he turned 15, Kaine had become a mercenary.

Money began to come in at a steady flow, and Kaine purchased his first gun on his 15th birthday. The money kept coming, and soon the jobs changed from simple guarding jobs to more serious jobs, and soon, Kaine had lost all shreds of humanity, and his innocence was bloodied far beyond salvation. 2 months after he turned 16, Kaine killed for the first time. Shot a grown man dead in an alley outside his home, and left him for the buzzards. Kaine didn’t even bat an eyelash.

Soon enough, Kaine had acquired more guns, and sought to acquire something else. A home. Deciding on an old rundown two-story in the lower districts, Kaine poured both his sweat and money into making the home comfortable, not caring where the money came from, as long as it came when he needed it. It became his base of operations, and his safe house from the world around him.

At 20, Kaine stole his motorcycle from a former client who had tried to sell him out to some old ‘friends’ he had made on the streets. Kaine killed all three with only his hands, and left them on show as a message. His strength became one of the few things Kaine could be proud of, and he worked himself more and more to constantly grow stronger. Modifying his bike, it became the workhorse and companion that saw him all over the city for any sort of job, and always got him back home safely.

Now 25, Kaine’s name is one known all over Novus City, and his face is recognized by the most ruthless of criminals, and the most righteous of police. Kaine has become synonymous with the mercenary world of Novus, and everybody knows his single rule.

“As long as it pays.”
Faction: Which ever is paying at the moment
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter/???
District of Residence: Lower Districts
Other: N/A

Username: Shadow Moonseye
Name: Viper
Alias: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Viper has red hair that he keeps cropped short and bright green eyes. Due to his unknown heritage, he has pointed ears and moderately angular features. He’s thin and skinny, and though the thief heralds from the lowest of the ghettos, he dresses like someone from the wealthy districts. His overshirt is made from the finest fabrics available and is of a rich green color. His black undershirt is also made of luxurious material. His dark pants that while looking exceptional are surprisingly durable. His feet are clad in boots made from actual leather. To top off the half-breed’s outfit are his pouches. Some are attached to his belt, some strapped close to his body underneath his overshirt, and some are just slung over his shoulder’s by durable straps. The number of pouches on him varies, but he can be guaranteed to have at least three on him at all times.
Personality: Viper is a complete and total coward. He’d sellout his best friend if it meant that he’d live. He’d much rather talk his way out of a situation than fight, and if that doesn’t work, run like hell. He has a love of fine wine and women. The tragic fact being that he can’t afford either. While he’s still young, his years alone and on the street have almost aged him prematurely. Almost. He frightens easily, and has a habit of sneaking up on people. Which often leads to freakouts. He has them often.
History: Viper was born and raised in the Ghettos. Actually, more like born then abandoned. He doesn’t remember his parents, who they were, what they did, if he had any siblings or other relatives. But, it never really bothered him; the fact that he was abandoned with not even a name to go by. Yeah, he totally made his name up. He grew up on the streets, flickering in and out of different packs of children. He has always been small and had a talent for moving silently. So, it was only natural that he turned to the life of a thief. Rather than practice any other skills (such as fighting or the like), instead choosing to pour all his efforts into refining his seemingly natural talent. As such he is an extremely talented thief. He never kept friends, preferring to keep people at arms length, just on the off chance that they’d decide to turn him in or rat him out. Or something otherwise unpleasant to his person. He has lots of contacts to sell to, but no one knows where he lives. This is in part due to the fact that he moves every week. This is able to happen because he has literally hundreds of hideouts placed in the most obscure places throughout the Ghetto district. To this day he makes his living off theiving, while his hobbies include spazzing out over his latest geek discovery or brewing booze.
Faction: N/A
Occupation: Master thief
District of Residence: Ghetto
Other: Viper is a geek to the core. During his early thieving, he was able to steal a tv, dvd player and a box of pre-collapse dvd’s. Here he found his love of Lord of the Rings, Godzilla, and various super-heroes. Also, He has a knack for brewing alcohol. Damn good alcohol.

Username: Shadow Moonseye
Name: Senka
Alias: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has brown hair that is cropped short, falling to just below her chin. Her amber colored eyes are one of her most unusual features, for they are reptilian, with a slit pupil and the iris dominating so much of the eye that the white of the sclera isn’t seen. She has sharp features that lean towards the softer side of sharp. She is quite thin and everything about her seems to scream small. She has several scars scattered across her arms, legs, back and torso. Starting at the base of her neck and running down to the back of her knees is a tattoo-like marking that is several shades darker than her natural tan. Mixed in with the dark pigment are touches of red. She is clothed in a strapless black dress that barely reaches the middle of her thighs. This already provocative dress is accentuated by two ovals that cut into the sides of the dress, showing even more skin. A pair of strapy black heels serve as her shoes. She has just the right amount of make-up on to accentuate her features and her nails have been painted a gold to match her eyes. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a gold, collar-like necklace.
Personality: Senka has a traumatic past; this has left her mentally scarred and highly unstable. She is jumpy, paranoid, and considered insane by all who meet her. Moments of lucidity punctuate her insanity at random moments, and it almost seems as though its an entirely different person is speaking. Once her trust is gained she is generally a friendly, nice person to be around. She has no trouble defending herself or running away, whichever her unpredictable mind decides. At times, it is obvious that this survivor carries a heavy burden, and no matter how hard she tries, the sadness and pain of hundreds of thousands of her murdered people weighs her down.
History: Senka was born on the planet Aiel, the home of A’hai race. The A’hai were descended from a group of human colonists that landed a thousand years ago. On Aiel they found a home and changed. A reptilian symbiote lived in the waters of Aiel, changing the humans. It gave them drastically increased speed, increased strength, perfect night vision, and making them much more durable than the average human. It gave them their markings, and means to defend themselves through pheromones, it awakened a forgotten part of their mind that served to help them and give advice. But, this came at price. The A’hai are entirely dependent on Vitamin C. They get the majority of it from being in the sun, but they are still dependent on supplements. If they are with out Vitamin C for twenty four hours, their body changes. The symbiote grows out of control and they change into a monstrous creature. This creature actively seeks Vitamin C, but will not attack unless provoked.

Senka was born an only child and enjoyed a life of comfort and safety. She was highly social, and had many friends. In school she excelled, and once graduated she quickly found a job as a Jakir, or keeper of the balance between A’hai society and Aiel’s wilds. When she was 17 she met Ralis. They hit it off quickly and soon were an official couple. Over the next three years, she became convinced that her and Ralis were to be mates. However, this was not to be. In the third year of them being together disaster struck the planet of Aiel. An invading race landed, and upon finding the A’hai were enraged. They launched an all out assault against the A’hai. These creatures, more machine than living flesh, hunted out the A’hai, killing all they could find. The survivors of the A’hai evacuated Aiel in massive ships, only to have them shot down before they could escape the system.

It was during the evacuation that Senka lost Ralis. He died, shot down when they were running for one of the ships. She didn’t have time to stop, time to mourn , time to even react. She was swept along with the crowd into the ship. Her momentary safety wouldn’t last. The ship she was aboard was targeted and destroyed. She just barely made it into an escape pod, jumping it blind. The next five and a half years were spent running and hiding. She spent every minute living in fear, looking over her shoulder for pursuers. People that would turn her over to those monsters or kill her out right. In May of her 26th year, she was captured by the creature known as Gigas. Gigas was a slaver of the worst kind, and Senka was none too keen to become ‘merchandise’. She fought against Gigas at almost every turn, and the past six months of her life have been a living hell. Several days ago, she finally made her escape, just before the sale in which she was to be sold.

She is now catapulting through space, unable to read the alien language, her destination is a small, backwater world called…

Earth.

Faction: N/A
Occupation: None
District of Residence: None
Other: N/A

Username: Casey Jewels
Name: Kamilopterisa Hilwervis Niberton (Kami)
Alias: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: http://caseyjewels.deviantart.com/art/Because-of-You-Colored-106606701
The most notable feature of Kami’s is her silver eyes—a most unusual color, even for her kind. Hidden deep within them is something feral, wild. Rugged dark gray hair falls down to her shoulders, hanging loosely about her. Her skin is tan from spending so much of her time outdoors, but becomes very pale during the three nights of the full moon (something explained at the end). Her clothing is very loose, and consists of a gray, sleeveless shirt and blue pants held up by a brown cord. Her feet are bare and hardened from many years of use. She carries a brown knapsack with her everywhere she goes, as it holds all of her worldly possessions in it. She stands at 5’4” and is a little on the skinny side, no matter how much she eats. A few scars cover her body, all caused by silver. On her left hand, almost faded away, are the bite marks of the beast that bit her.

Personality: At first she appears very quiet and skittish, but that image fades away as soon as Kami opens her mouth. She’s loud, obnoxious, and very headstrong. You say ‘right’, she says ‘left’. You say ‘black’, she says ‘white’. Authority is the thing she hates the most and thus she rebels against it, even if it ends up harming her. She appears confident and secure, but it’s all just an act. She has no social skills, no friends, no confidence. Her scars run very deep, but pride causes her to hide them underneath her tough girl act. She pushes everyone away from her, even though all she wants is to be loved. She hates herself for what she is and for what she’s done.

History: Kami’s father walked away the day before she was born, for reasons that Kami’s mother would never tell her. The single thing he left his unborn child was a name—a name she has hated ever since being old enough to understand. Her mother tried her best to raise her up, but money was always tight and their bellies were never full. Still, Kami and her mother were happy. Alas, that was not to last.

A stranger was in need of lodging shortly after her fourth birthday, so her mom took the man in. An emergency rose up at a neighbor’s house and Kami’s mother left to help, leaving Kami alone with the stranger. The full moon came that night. Kami’s mother returned to find Kami screaming in pain, bitten. Unwilling to let her daughter die, she nursed her back to health and said nothing of the bite to anyone.

On the night of the next full moon, Kami’s mother locked her up, but her precautions weren’t enough. Kami broke loose.

The four-year-old awoke in the morning to find her mother dead and their house in shambles. With her mother’s blood covering her, she had nobody to turn to but her Wolf. Her weak mind was crushed by Its force and she remembered no more.

Nine years passed—nine years of death and destruction. Only during the full moon did she fully transform into a wolf, but that didn’t stop her from attacking at other times. The thirst for human flesh drove her on, as well as the joy of bringing terror to others. That’s when Javy found her.

The two of them spent only two weeks together, but those two weeks completely turned Kami’s life around. He changed her, giving her back her humanity. The Hunters found them then, for they had been following Kami’s wake of destruction. Javy sacrificed himself, allowing Kami to escape. That day has forever been branded into her mind.

After Javy’s death, Kami went into a deep depression. For weeks on end she mopped and moaned and cried. Her heart had been shattered and never would it heal back up—not completely.

Four years have passed since that fateful day, with hardly a dull moment. Running has been all she has done—running from the Hunters, from the law, from the fear her kind produces in others, and from herself.

The Truu Squad of Hunter located her during her fourth year of running. It was they (along with a cop by the name of Will) who pushed her to her limits in their game of cat-and-mouse and caused her to make mistakes. Those mistakes have driven her to a dying planet outside of known space—Earth.

Faction: N/A
Occupation: Werewolf—it’s a full-time job.
District of Residence: She doesn’t really belong to a district, but can currently be found in the Upper District.
Other: As a werewolf, Kami has better senses than most. Also, she happens to be a witch, but has yet to figure out how to really control her powers.
(When I say ‘three nights of the full moon’, I don’t mean that she transforms during each night. It’s only the true full moon that she transforms. The night before and the night after are nights of constant pain and sickness, as they are so close to the cursed night.)

Username: Casey Jewels
Name: William Dawn (Will)
Alias: N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Appearance: Always tall for his age, Will finally leveled off at six feet flat. His hair is kept cut short so as to not interfere with his job and is brown in color. His eyes match the color of his hair and shine with kindness and compassion, hardening only when on the job. His skin is slightly tanned, as if he had just recently started venturing outside. A few scars cover his body, the only battle wounds he has received from his job. Will’s clothing consists of blue jeans and polo shirts (usually of a blue color). A brown belt runs through his jeans, with several different pouches attached to it. One of those pouches holds a radio, which is his only way of contacting the Intergalactic Police Force (IGPF). Black boots in a similar style to cowboy boots cover his feet, their surface bulletproof. He wears a gun containing silver bullets on his left holster. When on duty, he wears the standard black uniform of the IGPF and carries two guns instead of one. Once on Earth, he simply adapts to their blue uniform in order to blend in.

Personality: Will once was a very kind and loving man, but his heart hardened when the person he loved with all of his heart and soul was slaughtered. He changed after that, becoming serious and silent. The only time his old self comes out is when he is among children, as he enjoys their presence. Obsession is what drives him on, as he wants vengeance on the one who killed his wife. He’s a very determined individual who will stop at nothing to get the vengeance, even if it means breaking his own morals. However, because of his silence and his holding his anger inside, he is often branded as a pushover by those that work with him. This is far from the truth, as he simply doesn’t want to bother with other people. When dealing with criminals, he becomes even more of a hardened man, as his voice becomes harsh and he takes no crap whatsoever. He isn’t afraid to injure or kill those who break the law, but if he believes them to have a shred of innocence, he is reluctant to do so.
History: Will was born into a rich family on the planet of Aphlir, where his father was a powerful lord. He had one brother, who was two years his senior. Jaidon was the one who was always in the spotlight, always doing right. Will grew to resent his older brother for this and he tried to outperform his brother but always found himself falling short. Fed-up with always falling short of Jaidon, Will ran away from home when he was fifteen. He left the planet Aphlir behind, intent on making his own fortune.

After two years of doing odd jobs here and there, Will enrolled into a police training program. Surviving the brutal course by the sheer determination to make something of himself, he was recruited as a police officer two weeks before his eighteenth birthday.

Things got better after that. His father didn’t approve of his chosen career, but he at least respected the fact that Will had managed to graduate the program at the top of the class. Finding himself finically secure for the first time since leaving home, Will finally turned his attention towards seeking a companion. He found her in Natasha Clowe, the beautiful daughter of the current chief-of-police for that planet. At the age of twenty-one, he married her.

Will quickly moved up the ranks in the police force, becoming a Captain by the age of twenty-three. Sadly, his good fortune ended there.

During a full moon, when he was away on a call, a werewolf attacked his home. He hurried back as fast as he could, but the monster had already fled by the time he arrived. Heartbroken at discovering his wife dead, he threw himself into his work.

Six months later he was put on the case of tracking down a known werewolf, who had managed to slip onto the planet unnoticed at an earlier point. Having developed a deep hatred of the Wolves, he had no qualms about taking this werewolf’s life. However, when he finally had a chance to strike the werewolf down, he found himself hesitating at her young age; the werewolf got away.

Since then, he has spent the last six months tracking Kami, fighting to stay one step ahead of the Hunters that are also on her trail, for he believes that she was the one who slaughtered his wife.
Faction: N/A
Occupation: Police Officer
District of Residence: Middle District, once he arrives on Earth
Other: He has weapons that are more advanced than those found on Earth.

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Nikki Marie Lisden
Alias: Chalybs
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://media.photobucket.com/image/girl%20with%20bionic%20arm/Sarline455/Blonde%20Anime%20Girl/AnimeWithWhip.jpg looks like this only with dark colored clothing, mainly jeans, tee-shirts and leather jackets and her metal arm goes all the way to her shoulder.
Personality: Nikki is not the nicest person around. She's a bitter person and cold to almost everyone. If she's not cold towards someone, she usually acts rude and sarcastic. Nikki is very realistics and doesn't care about trying to reach a dream, but more just getting through the day. She doesn't really fight that much either, choosing to ignore confrontations, but if she's trap, she'll do her best to protect herself.
History: Being born into the lower district Nikki had always had it hard. Her mother didn't know who her father was either, so she grew up without a father. Nikki didn't go to school at all, spending most of her time helping her mother out who worked in a dead end job. A shabby apartment was home for her for most of her life. Because she didn't go to school she learned from experience and from the streets. Doing different, small jobs also helped her learn. From running errands, to passing on messages, to sometimes working with broken objects. When she was fifteen her mother died from disease but Nikki was able to survive on her own pretty well. She got a job at a small store and was given food and board, although it was not much. When she was eighteen, she went down the wrong part of the Lower District and almost died. She got caught in a knife fight and although she lived, she lost her right arm. Nikki was able to get a new, metal(bionic) arm to replace her lost one but because she had to get it through shady methods, it's pretty worn down and has to be repaired constantly. Because of this fact, Nikki started to see that the world was screwed up and that it was pointless to try and strive to be great. She joined the Sins of Terra because of this. Recently the owner of the store died and Nikki took it over.
Faction: Sins of Terra
Occupation: Runs a small store that sells various items
District of Residence: Lower District
Other: Carries a gun and knife for safety, although she can use her metal arm to cause damage too.

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Serendipity "Seren" Yuul
Alias: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://s225.photobucket.com/albums/dd40/PainfulxLies/?action=view&current=tongxia3940.jpg (The one of the right)
Personality: Seren is very loud and outgoing. She isn't shy around anyone and speaks her mind frequently. Because of this she tends to get into trouble with other kids and sometimes with adults, but Seren says that she doesn't care. If they can't stand hearing what she has to say, they don't have to listen. But Seren has a soft spot for her twin brother.
History: Seren and Enti are identical twins, Enti being the first born. Their parents were very happy when they were born, but because they didn't really have time or money to have more kids, they stopped after the twins were born. Growing up in the Middle District, both were able to get an education, but they weren't able to really feel completely safe. Still there parents were hardly ever home starting from when they were young and so the pair had to take care of eachother, forming a bond between them.
At the age of seven they realize they could easily trick people into thinking one was the other by cross-dressing. They would do this mainly to their neighbors and even to teachers. This made them sort of popular, but Seren didn't really like that and so she changed her attitude to being more outgoing. Of course it's harder now to actually trick people since they are getting older.
They now rarely see their parents, but this is ok with Seren. She spends most of her days out on the streets, hanging out with a crowd of students.
Faction: N/A
Occupation: Student
District of Residence: Middle District
Other:

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Valentine "Enti" Yuul
Alias: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: https://s225.photobucket.com/albums/dd40/PainfulxLies/?action=view&current=tongxia3940.jpg (the one of the left. It does look like a boy to me and he wears pants too)
Personality: Enti is almost opposite of his twin sister. He doesn't really like to speech in public, though he'd gladly beat anyone out in a debate. Although Enti is quiet, he's not all that nice because he doesn't really see the point in pleasing everyone. He has a sharp wit, but isn't good in a fight. He admires his sister for her outspokenness.
History: Seren and Enti are identical twins, Enti being the first born. Their parents were very happy when they were born, but because they didn't really have time or money to have more kids, they stopped after the twins were born. Growing up in the Middle District, both were able to get an education, but they weren't able to really feel completely safe. Still there parents were hardly ever home starting from when they were young and so the pair had to take care of eachother, forming a bond between them.
At the age of seven they realize they could easily trick people into thinking one was the other by cross-dressing. They would do this mainly to their neighbors and even to teachers. This made them sort of popular, which Enti didn't really mind. Still he wasn't a fan of the limelight. Of course it's harder now to actually trick people since they are getting older.
They now rarely see their parents, which makes Enti sort of upset and he spends most of his time reading or hanging out with his own group of friends.
Faction: N/A
Occupation: Student
District of Residence: Middle District
Other:

Username: avatardestiny
Name: Seth Eyebright
Alias: n/a
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Seth is about 5'9 with a rangy, stoop-shouldered build. He has long, sleek black hair that falls to his shoulders. His skin is fair, but life in the Lower District has ingrained dirt into it to the degree that it is more yellow-brown. He has bright green eyes that look unusual in his normally shadowed face, hence the nickname "Eyebright" that was used so often he took it as his surname. He wears a long grey robe with a cowl over extremely ragged and patchy clothes, and he carries his wares and supplies in two canvas sacks stitched to the inner lining of the robe. He has long-fingered, thin hands that some describe as graceful and others spidery. His face is actually quite handsome, but the haunted air and intensity of his features means that few recognize this fact. He wears runes and charms on a silver chain strung along the inside of his robe collar, so it is impossible to see.

Personality: Seth is a very quiet and shrewd person, and he survives mostly by wit, being observant, and an unusually fantastic memory. Most of the tricks of his trade he has picked up by learning secretly from other healers. Because he almost never forgets a single herb, cure, procedure, or mixture, he has earned a name for himself among the Lower District sectors despite his youth. He also has a reputation for efficiency and fairness; whereas many healers of the District would just as soon slip their clients poison so they could make off with whatever possessions they had, Seth actually does his job and does it well. While he views his occupation mostly as a means of survival, he does secretly take pleasure in sowing small seeds of hope among the District through his healing. He doesn't let this on though; he works gruffly and briskly and his relationship with his customers is usually business only. In order to give himself some small measure of protection from the dangerous characters of the streets, he is also adept at feigning bouts of violent madness, a charade he adapted over several years. He is also very superstitious and is prone to seeing omens and believing in the influences of the supernatural. He wears amulets of protection and ritual on the inside of his robe collar and believes wholeheartedly in their power.

History: Seth was born the son of a woman living in utter squalor; she kept herself alive only by means of stealing and doing occasional medicinal work on the side. She was a mediocre healer who knew a little of old remedies and natural medicines, and from the age of 5 forward Seth learned these meager skills through observation and assistance. As he grew older, he saw genuine promise in the apothecary trade, more so than his mother's halfhearted way of eking out an existance. When she died of a wasting disease even she couldn't heal when Seth was thirteen, he struck out on his own. He shadowed other healers, learning to stay silent and eavesdrop to pick up methods and remedies that should have been trade secrets. He finds some herbs and materials himself from the sparse vegetation that manages to survive in the ghetto, the others he acquires from various shady markets.

After his mother died, Seth also became highly interested in the occult and supernatural lore. Aside from using his herbal and medicinal knowledge for healing, he often ties it into various rituals connected with the supernatural. Inspired by his repulsively dark surroundings, he believes occult forces are strong in the city and thinks himself to be very in touch with them, though he would never laud himself as a witch, druid, or sorcerer. He is especially interested in contacting spirits and hopes to one day communicate with his dead mother, whom he loved in spite of her weakness and failure to better their lot in life.

Faction: None at present
Occupation: Street Apothecary and Occultist
District of Residence: Bone District (Lower)
Other: Because of his occult interest, he is intrigued by the Sins of Terra but remains unaligned so he can continue his apothecary trade.


Username: avatardestiny
Name: Ivory (Iva) Alladeine
Alias: n/a
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance: Iva is 5'5, with a short, sturdy build. She has a square frame, broad shoulders, and powerful arms and legs. Her parents named her because of her lovely, white-blond hair, which she ties back into a tight braid because of her occupation. She has a strong face, with stern brown eyes, tight lips and a sharp nose. Her skin is tanned, and her hands are heavily callused. She wears servicable clothing like jeans, jackets, vests, and leather boots. Her preferred weapon is a sap club about a foot-and-a-half long and made of hardwood with a lead core, which she keeps holstered unobtrustively in the belt loop of her pants.

Personality: Iva is hard on the job, but a fun-loving person at heart. She has no trouble switching between her merciless law enforcement persona and her friendly casual one. She tries hard not to let the horrors she deals with affect her too deeply, but she has seen a lot since she entered the force at 18. She is very dedicated to her job, and believes wholeheartedly that the NCPD are one of the last vestiges of sanity and peacekeeping in the city. However, she sometimes has trouble meting out justice to some criminals; she sees their human side and their desperation and isn't always as strict as she should be. Several times she has been reprimanded by her superiors for being too lenient or neglecting her responsibility.

History: Iva grew up in the Earth District very spoiled; she was her mother and father's only child and they doted on her. However, her parents often wavered dangerously between the Middle and Lower Districts, as they were certainly not rich. When her mother was killed after venturing into the Lower Districts to trade for cheap food, her father saw he would have to toughen his beloved daughter up for the outside world. He sent her to train with the NCPD, hoping that she would avenge her mother's death by using her tenacious personality to control crime and keep Novus City from slipping into chaos completely. Iva still visits him when she can, but much of her life now revolves totally around the police force. She trained hard to become the confident fighting woman she is now, and often still uses her free time to hone her skills, exercise, and practice new techniques she invented herself.

Faction: NCPD
Occupation: Police Officer
District of Residence: Middle District (usually Earth)

Username: rcox1995
Name: Aphras F. Vigyls
Alias: N/A
Age: (16 and up, okay? Anyone younger would die too quick.) 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'11", 150 pounds, lightly tanned skin, blue eyes and blonde hair, he wears jeans, a blue shirt and a brown jacket.
Personality: Very intelligent, though he can take a while to make a decision. He is willing to do anything to save his friends, and he can also get very angry, though he can cool down quickly.
History: Aphras was born in the Upper District, Light, and lived a happy life. But, then his father died and he was pushed out of the Upper District by his brothers fighting over the inheritance money. He always hated the government because of how weak it was, and he joined the Resistance with the help of some friends because of this. He currently lives in the Middle District, Water, and joined the force when he was 17. With the government he considers weak, he joined the force to make sure the people are under control. He later moved to the Middle District with his own money that he earned, giving up his life and his family. He lives a modest life now, using the amount of money he earns from the force and requesting money from the Resistance when necessary.
Faction: (pleas note that this is not mandatory for you to fill out. If you’re unsure at first, feel free to join one at a later date.) He secretly works with the Resistance.
Occupation: NCPD
District of Residence: Middle District
Other:

Username: nando_c_s
Name: Alexander Gold
Alias: N/S
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black straight hair. Beautiful green eyes which stand out with his thick eye lashes. His skin is quite pale, yet hardly noticeable sin he wears a long black coat with his matching shredded black pants. And of course, the boots. Large boots that he once obtained from a random man he killed to satisfy his current thirst.
Personality: Alexander is a gentleman. A guy that respects people but gets angry easily. Patience is certainly not a virtue of Alexander, nor is mercy. If Alexander starts something, it’s for sure that he will finish it or die trying to.
History: A normal life in the Ghetto district. Alexander’s family did not have too much to eat, but still enough to survive. His father was a decent man (or that’s at least what Alexander thinks) who had class and manners. His mother was passionate woman of music. Oh yes, a person whose soul got filled by joy and happiness, a soul that forgot every single trouble as soon as a melody played around. Like a musical lover, a decent dancer she was. She used to work at a strip club. Unfortunately, it was the only place where she was able to get a job. Even though of her weekend’s work, she also knew other style of dancing, many to be precise. And she decided that her only son would be taught to love music and to love dancing, and that is indeed what happened. Since Alexander was able to walk (age 2), his mother taught him how to dance, making Alexander a great dance at the age of 6.
Even though he was a kid who loved dancing, he was also a kid who could pull his own wait and handle his fights. His father was the one responsible for this. Alexander’s time outside his house where quite limited, since the world outside of his house was basically the worst one imaginable. This is the phrase that his father taught him since he was at a young age: ‘If the enemy is weaker than you, just mess around with him a little, but do not abuse of him. If it has the same amount of skills as you, fight until somebody cracks. And last but not least, if he his superior and stronger than you, throw something at him, and start running!’ Alexander ALWAYS followed this rule to the word.
On one quiet night, when Alexander had 12 years, a group of 4 men managed to break into his house. These men had no life and lived solely for ruining the lives of those who tried to make some it. The father was obviously the first one to face the men, in order for his wife and his son to escape, but the father didn’t hold for too long, they were 4! Only in a matter of seconds, his father was stabbed to death. Alex only turned his head back to see the man who had raised fall to the ground bleeding to death on the floor where he once had played wrestling with the same man that was now taking his final breaths of life. His mother pulled him by the left arm and locked the door of the bathroom. Yes, there was a window in the bathroom, but only small enough for a kid to pass through, the mother knew this, but it was the only way to save her kid. She told Alexander to go out the window and run until he managed to find someplace safe. Just before he was about to squeeze himself outside the window, the men started to break through the thin door of the bathroom. His mother hugged him tightly one more time, and put in his hands a dagger wrapped on a light blue mantle. The kid jumped outside and started to run, but he stopped, his heart beat was at a million beats per second, but it stopped when he heard the screams of his beloved mother coming out from the window he had just come out. Tears ran over his face, for he knew what had happened, and there was nothing he did to prevent his mother from getting hurt.
Alexander since then has lived on the streets. First, he ate from anything edible that he found on garbage. Thankfully, he was smart, and he was a quick learner. This is how he came to theft. Moving slowly and stealthy, he managed to steal some food and every single time he performed a move, he learned something from it, making him an excellent thief at the age of 15. At this same age, while stealing from a man, he was caught by the same. The man grabbed his left arm, and punched him various times, until Alexander got a flashback of the day his parents were killed. This caused an enormous increase of stamina with which he lost control, took out the dagger that his mother had given him and stabbed the man repeatedly in the neck and in the chest. Alexander had now experienced murder. At moment, there was nobody around, except a man. A vampire who was thirsty and watched his prey from afar. Who was his prey? The man Alexander had just killed.
The Vampire got mad and decided to rush in quick after the boy who had killed his dinner. The vampire was careless. He approached Alexander head on while he still was high. Alexander certainly got scared, but as a reflex, he also stabbed the vampire.
The young teen thought he had committed 2 murders in less than 1o minutes, but it turns out that he was wrong when he felt the strong and clod fangs piercing through his flesh and the sudden sensation of being sucked dry. Alexander only managed to turn around and take a good look at the man who as now feeding from his blood. It was a tall and pale man, with all his body covered by thick pieces of black clothing. Once Alexander saw the eyes of the man, he thought for them to be beautiful. Red eyes that shined under the bright light of the moon. These were eyes that Alexander would never forget. Alexander yelled in pain, but it stopped. The kid fell to the floor unconscious.
The teen woke up in the middle of an alley, with pain on his neck. His memory was in kind of a blur, so he didn’t remember much of what had happened. Few weeks passed, and Alexander was stealing again. Another kid, who was indeed bigger than him, saw the food he had just stolen and decided to take them from Alex. Alexander was getting owned by the bully! Luckily our protagonist managed to land a blow on the kid’s face and here is what the amazing thing happens, the other guy was sent through the air towards a brick wall, killing the guy instantly. Yes, it was some sort of super strength that was given to him by the vampire.
Not much time has passed since the incident with the vampire. Alexander has not discovered the arsenal of skills that has given. He has only discovered 1, the strength.
Faction: None
Occupation: Vagrant/thief
District of Residence: Lower District.
Other: Even though of the horrible incident, Alex still enjoys music. Decent thief (has only been caught once) but not a good fighter.

Username: manysidestome
Name: Gregor Skalz
Alias: ‘Vision’
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Skin is white as marble, and his eyes are completely white, though it’s unclear whether he has pupils or not, he can apparently see and his head is bald. He wears a black jacket, pants, boots, gloves, and hood to cover his white skin up, so he can more easily blend into the shadows.
Personality: When in the field he is quite cruel and ruthless to the people he’s sent to find. He tries not to harm innocents, though. He is actually quite afraid of people, and shuns human contact unless necessary. He doesn’t do small talk and the only thing he likes to hear is business, whether is an assignment or news on what he wants.
History: Gregor was born in the slums of Novus, but while in the womb was affected by radiation, he still doesn’t know how his mother came into that, but he was born a freak. His father left them when he discovered that his son was a monster, so his mother raised him as well as she could, though he was never allowed out of their home and had to hide when company came over, lest someone find out she was raising a mutant. It was during his sixth year of life that he discovered another side effect of the radiation; he could lock in on anyone on Novus, and see where they were, what they were doing, what they said. This alleviated his boredom of being kept inside constantly, as he lived life through others, and he matured faster as a result. He saw things that changed him; death, torture, rape, his learning of the world was hard on him, and he eventually stopped talking to his mother at all, which made the woman even more distressed at her son’s condition, fearing the radiation was going to torture him until he died.

The two were ok for a little while longer in the slums, though they suffered like everyone else; Gregor was able to remain isolated from people. Until one night, when he was thirteen, his mother caught a lucky break and found a ring that had been dropped. It must have been only a few seconds before, because nothing like that would go unnoticed for long. As she put it away, though, a group of thugs noticed, and trailed her back to her home, ready to jump her as she went in and ransack the place. Gregor had been living through others again, and as she came in, he turned and saw one of the thugs draw a gun, and a second later his mother was on the floor, blood flowing from her head. In anger, Gregor looked to the thugs, who were advancing, and reached out with his mind, focusing on them. Without knowing what was happening, he prevented their minds from being able to form thoughts, and they just fell to their knees, unable to consciously do anything. Though he was scared, Gregor advanced, and took the gun from the thug’s hand. He shot all three as they lay there, helpless, and threw up. He crawled over to his mother and saw her hands wrapped around the ring she found. It was nothing special, but to Gregor, it was beautiful. He took it, and kissed his mother on the cheek, then took what little money she had been saving up, and left the house.

He couldn’t live there anymore, not without someone to provide for him. He wanted to get out of the slums, where he wouldn’t be safe, and traveled into the middle district. Shortly after his arrival, he was apprehended by NCPD, who took him into custody, for what he never found out. After sitting in a cell for a day, some Helm agents came and took him to the upper district, where he was registered and they could keep tabs on him. After a medical examination, which frightened him as he had never had one before, he was told that the radiation was slowly killing him, and he wouldn’t live past 35. He was frightened by this news that he had very little time, and asked if anything could be done to help him.
Helm made a deal with him, that he would put his powers to whatever purposes they wanted, he would work for them, and in exchange, they would work to find a way to save him from the radiation poisoning. With little other choice, Gregor accepted the offer, and was dubbed ‘Vision’ for his ability to locate people. Since then he has gone in and apprehended a few criminals that Helm had been worried about, but as he grows older, he worries more about how his life is quickly coming to an end. The only way he can get cured is to work hard, so he does, but he wonders if they won’t cure him because he is valuable. He’s currently working with a Helm agent and the NCPD.
Faction: Helm, NCPD
Occupation: Helm ‘Agent’
District of Residence: Lives in the Middle District, though usually travels between them often.
Other:

OOC: Is this the City of the Skies RP I made before, basically? I'm just wondering.

“Welcome to Novus City, where the future is today.”

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Nikki Marie Lisden
Alias: Chalybs
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://media.photobucket.com/image/girl%20with%20bionic%20arm/Sarline455/Blonde%20Anime%20Girl/AnimeWithWhip.jpg looks like this only with dark colored clothing, mainly jeans, tee-shirts and leather jackets and her metal arm goes all the way to her shoulder.
Personality: Nikki is not the nicest person around. She's a bitter person and cold to almost everyone. If she's not cold towards someone, she usually acts rude and sarcastic. Nikki is very realistics and doesn't care about trying to reach a dream, but more just getting through the day. She doesn't really fight that much either, choosing to ignore confrontations, but if she's trap, she'll do her best to protect herself.
History: Being born into the lower district Nikki had always had it hard. Her mother didn't know who her father was either, so she grew up without a father. Nikki didn't go to school at all, spending most of her time helping her mother out who worked in a dead end job. A shabby apartment was home for her for most of her life. Because she didn't go to school she learned from experience and from the streets. Doing different, small jobs also helped her learn. From running errands, to passing on messages, to sometimes working with broken objects. When she was fifteen her mother died from disease but Nikki was able to survive on her own pretty well. She got a job at a small store and was given food and board, although it was not much. When she was eighteen, she went down the wrong part of the Lower District and almost died. She got caught in a knife fight and although she lived, she lost her right arm. Nikki was able to get a new, metal(bionic) arm to replace her lost one but because she had to get it through shady methods, it's pretty worn down and has to be repaired constantly. Because of this fact, Nikki started to see that the world was screwed up and that it was pointless to try and strive to be great. She joined the Sins of Terra because of this. Recently the owner of the store died and Nikki took it over.
Faction: Sins of Terra
Occupation: Runs a small store that sells various items
District of Residence: Lower District
Other: Carries a gun and knife for safety, although she can use her metal arm to cause damage too.

I have a question now. Can we have more than one character?

Yeah, there's no character limit. As long as you can keep track of them, have as many as you want. In fact, its encouraged that you make multiple chars. By the way, you're accepted!

EDIT: Moved my character sheet down a bit. This is now the NCPD Note section. I'm not one to plan things out or I would have thought to do this earlier, but because of questions that I have been asked via PM, I have decided just put all of the information in once place for everyone to have access to. This way, we're all on the same page.

Just as an FYI, this may be subject to minor edits as I work out kinks.


NCPD Notes

Run by: Eliza K. Roze (who I will be playing when neccessary)

Members played by RPers: Iva, Gregor, Aphras, Will

Location: Middle: Air

Uniform: With a lack of money comes a lack of a standard uniform (which was lost long ago). However, Chief Roze is attempting to enforce the use of blue clothing when on duty, to both attain better unity among the Force and to reduce the level of impersonation done by criminals. Most cops wear a belt to clip their equipment to. Also, they must keep their badges with them at all times (unless it’s impossible to when undercover).

Equipment: Unless undercover or some other special case, all officers carry the following: a radio (required), a cell phone (isn’t a necessity, but is nice), at least one gun (as it’s difficult to come by them, not many have a second), handcuffs, and whatever weapons one has a specialty with. Other things can be used on the job, of course, but these are just the basics (as long as the equipment is reasonably, of course).

Transportation: Motorcycles are the biggest form of transportation for the Force, as they are cheaper for the Force to afford and maintain, as well as run. Also, they are faster to get around in then are cars and they are more flexible for the needs of the Force.

The Force does have their own cars as well, but all are rundown, as they don’t even have the money to pay their members well, much less afford to keep their cars in mint condition. Also, the cars are not uniform. Aside from the unmarked cars (which can be any color), the cars are mostly white and blue or white and black. Police cars are used mostly when bringing people to the station, such as when arresting others, as the Force only has a limited number of cars. The cars are run by electricity, instead of fuel, but are similar to the cars of today, as the technology of hover cars was lost long ago. However, the cop cars do not have computers inside of them, as the Force can’t afford those either nor is that technology readily available.

Smaller transportation is used as well, for the closer crimes. This includes bikes, scooters, and even walking.

Communication: As they do not have computers in their cars, cops communicate largely by radio. These channels are not available to the public (unless they have a scanner, which is rare). There are two channels dedicated to the Force in general, which means that all of the cops will hear a message relied on those two channels (as long as their radio is tuned in to the right channel, of course). Channel 2 is used only if Channel 1 is having problems. Channel 3 and Channel 4 are used for slightly more private conversations. If three or four cops need to talk something out, they oftentimes will switch to one of these two other channels. Channel 5 is heard by the Chief only, but anyone on this Channel can hear her response back, so it isn’t completely secure. If one needs a truly private conversation, a cell phone is used.

Partner-Related Work: As the Force is ran ragged, cops work alone for the most part. Bigger assignments and cases require a team, of course, but even many of these are handled by no more than two cops. There is just too much crime and too few cops for them to handle larger things efficiently.

History: The NCPD has always been around, since the beginning of the city’s existence. In the beginning they were very much on top of things and crime was at a minimum. They had all of the latest equipment and had no problems catching criminals or stopping crime.

When everyone rushed to the city in the sky, however, things suddenly got a lot more complicated for the NCPD. They found themselves with not enough cops to monitor the population and not enough money to hire all of the new cops that it would take. Twenty years was how long it took them to get the situation back under control, but the Force found themselves stretching their money out in order to keep their numbers up.

This lack of money from the start is what ruined the NCPD. As the years passed the Force found themselves with less and less money to work with. With less money, they had less gear that they could afford and a lesser amount of cops that they could pay. Also, as time passed there became less material to create the gear needed for the Force. Thus, the NCPD found themselves working with less and less equipment.

By the time there was only a hundred years until present day, only those truly dedicated to the cause flocked to the Force.

This was also during the time that the NCPD finally lost their uniforms, as it was the latest of the things they had to cut in order to have enough money to stay in operation.

The last thirty years have been the hardest on the Force and they were just about ready to abandon their cause when Roze became their Chief. Under her guidance, the Force found themselves slowly gaining back some of the control that they had lost, but recent years have showed that it was just a small victory in a losing battle.

Of course, that was before Helm came into existence. With the birth of Helm, many thought that things were finally looking up. However, it quickly became evident to the Force that Helm’s victory would come at a cost of the NCPD itself. The NCPD has had no problems in working alongside Helm and many are of the opinion that it would just be best to merge, but many more wish to stay separate—separate but equal.



Just as a note, the standard stuff isn't required for those undercover, as it would blow their cover.

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Serendipity "Seren" Yuul
Alias: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://s225.photobucket.com/albums/dd40/PainfulxLies/?action=view&current=tongxia3940.jpg (The one of the right)
Personality: Seren is very loud and outgoing. She isn't shy around anyone and speaks her mind frequently. Because of this she tends to get into trouble with other kids and sometimes with adults, but Seren says that she doesn't care. If they can't stand hearing what she has to say, they don't have to listen. But Seren has a soft spot for her twin brother.
History: Seren and Enti are identical twins, Enti being the first born. Their parents were very happy when they were born, but because they didn't really have time or money to have more kids, they stopped after the twins were born. Growing up in the Middle District, both were able to get an education, but they weren't able to really feel completely safe. Still there parents were hardly ever home starting from when they were young and so the pair had to take care of eachother, forming a bond between them.
At the age of seven they realize they could easily trick people into thinking one was the other by cross-dressing. They would do this mainly to their neighbors and even to teachers. This made them sort of popular, but Seren didn't really like that and so she changed her attitude to being more outgoing. Of course it's harder now to actually trick people since they are getting older.
They now rarely see their parents, but this is ok with Seren. She spends most of her days out on the streets, hanging out with a crowd of students.
Faction: N/A
Occupation: Student
District of Residence: Middle District
Other:

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Valentine "Enti" Yuul
Alias: N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: https://s225.photobucket.com/albums/dd40/PainfulxLies/?action=view&current=tongxia3940.jpg (the one of the left. It does look like a boy to me and he wears pants too)
Personality: Enti is almost opposite of his twin sister. He doesn't really like to speech in public, though he'd gladly beat anyone out in a debate. Although Enti is quiet, he's not all that nice because he doesn't really see the point in pleasing everyone. He has a sharp wit, but isn't good in a fight. He admires his sister for her outspokenness.
History: Seren and Enti are identical twins, Enti being the first born. Their parents were very happy when they were born, but because they didn't really have time or money to have more kids, they stopped after the twins were born. Growing up in the Middle District, both were able to get an education, but they weren't able to really feel completely safe. Still there parents were hardly ever home starting from when they were young and so the pair had to take care of eachother, forming a bond between them.
At the age of seven they realize they could easily trick people into thinking one was the other by cross-dressing. They would do this mainly to their neighbors and even to teachers. This made them sort of popular, which Enti didn't really mind. Still he wasn't a fan of the limelight. Of course it's harder now to actually trick people since they are getting older.
They now rarely see their parents, which makes Enti sort of upset and he spends most of his time reading or hanging out with his own group of friends.
Faction: N/A
Occupation: Student
District of Residence: Middle District
Other:

I shall finish them later

"Welcome to Novus City, where the future is today."

I hope that I enjoy my visit, but first I have to read everything else besides the rules and excerpt...

“Welcome to Novus City, where the future is today.”

Username: rcox1995
Name: Aphras F. Vigyls
Alias: N/A
Age: (16 and up, okay? Anyone younger would die too quick.) 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'11", 150 pounds, lightly tanned skin, blue eyes and blonde hair, he wears jeans, a blue shirt and a brown jacket.
Personality: Very intelligent, though he can take a while to make a decision. He is willing to do anything to save his friends, and he can also get very angry, though he can cool down quickly.
History: Aphras was born in the Upper District, Light, and lived a happy life. But, then his father died and he was pushed out of the Upper District by his brothers fighting over the inheritance money. He always hated the government because of how weak it was, and he joined the Resistance with the help of some friends because of this. He currently lives in the Middle District, Water, and joined the force when he was 17. With the government he considers weak, he joined the force to make sure the people are under control. He later moved to the Middle District with his own money that he earned, giving up his life and his family. He lives a modest life now, using the amount of money he earns from the force and requesting money from the Resistance when necessary.
Faction: (pleas note that this is not mandatory for you to fill out. If you’re unsure at first, feel free to join one at a later date.) He secretly works with the Resistance.
Occupation: NCPD
District of Residence: Middle District
Other:

OOC: Is this good enough?

rcox, could you just flesh out his history a little more? Then he should be good.

Reserve a spot.

Is it a problem that the history might be too long? I kind of got carried away.
I'll send plague my OC sheet through pm.

OOC: Fixed.

"Welcome to Novus City, where the future is today."

Like the concept...I think I'm going to do something different from my usual RP niche, since there are already a couple thieves and rogues.

Username: avatardestiny
Name: Seth Eyebright
Alias: n/a
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Seth is about 5'9 with a rangy, stoop-shouldered build. He has long, sleek black hair that falls to his shoulders. His skin is fair, but life in the Lower District has ingrained dirt into it to the degree that it is more yellow-brown. He has bright green eyes that look unusual in his normally shadowed face, hence the nickname "Eyebright" that was used so often he took it as his surname. He wears a long grey robe with a cowl over extremely ragged and patchy clothes, and he carries his wares and supplies in two canvas sacks stitched to the inner lining of the robe. He has long-fingered, thin hands that some describe as graceful and others spidery. His face is actually quite handsome, but the haunted air and intensity of his features means that few recognize this fact. He wears runes and charms on a silver chain strung along the inside of his robe collar, so it is impossible to see.

Personality: Seth is a very quiet and shrewd person, and he survives mostly by wit, being observant, and an unusually fantastic memory. Most of the tricks of his trade he has picked up by learning secretly from other healers. Because he almost never forgets a single herb, cure, procedure, or mixture, he has earned a name for himself among the Lower District sectors despite his youth. He also has a reputation for efficiency and fairness; whereas many healers of the District would just as soon slip their clients poison so they could make off with whatever possessions they had, Seth actually does his job and does it well. While he views his occupation mostly as a means of survival, he does secretly take pleasure in sowing small seeds of hope among the District through his healing. He doesn't let this on though; he works gruffly and briskly and his relationship with his customers is usually business only. In order to give himself some small measure of protection from the dangerous characters of the streets, he is also adept at feigning bouts of violent madness, a charade he adapted over several years. He is also very superstitious and is prone to seeing omens and believing in the influences of the supernatural. He wears amulets of protection and ritual on the inside of his robe collar and believes wholeheartedly in their power.

History: Seth was born the son of a woman living in utter squalor; she kept herself alive only by means of stealing and doing occasional medicinal work on the side. She was a mediocre healer who knew a little of old remedies and natural medicines, and from the age of 5 forward Seth learned these meager skills through observation and assistance. As he grew older, he saw genuine promise in the apothecary trade, more so than his mother's halfhearted way of eking out an existance. When she died of a wasting disease even she couldn't heal when Seth was thirteen, he struck out on his own. He shadowed other healers, learning to stay silent and eavesdrop to pick up methods and remedies that should have been trade secrets. He finds some herbs and materials himself from the sparse vegetation that manages to survive in the ghetto, the others he acquires from various shady markets.

After his mother died, Seth also became highly interested in the occult and supernatural lore. Aside from using his herbal and medicinal knowledge for healing, he often ties it into various rituals connected with the supernatural. Inspired by his repulsively dark surroundings, he believes occult forces are strong in the city and thinks himself to be very in touch with them, though he would never laud himself as a witch, druid, or sorcerer. He is especially interested in contacting spirits and hopes to one day communicate with his dead mother, whom he loved in spite of her weakness and failure to better their lot in life.

Faction: None at present
Occupation: Street Apothecary and Occultist
District of Residence: Bone District (Lower)
Other: Because of his occult interest, he is intrigued by the Sins of Terra but remains unaligned so he can continue his apothecary trade.


Username: avatardestiny
Name: Ivory (Iva) Alladeine
Alias: n/a
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance: Iva is 5'5, with a short, sturdy build. She has a square frame, broad shoulders, and powerful arms and legs. Her parents named her because of her lovely, white-blond hair, which she ties back into a tight braid because of her occupation. She has a strong face, with stern brown eyes, tight lips and a sharp nose. Her skin is tanned, and her hands are heavily callused. She wears servicable clothing like jeans, jackets, vests, and leather boots. Her preferred weapon is a sap club about a foot-and-a-half long and made of hardwood with a lead core, which she keeps holstered unobtrustively in the belt loop of her pants.

Personality: Iva is hard on the job, but a fun-loving person at heart. She has no trouble switching between her merciless law enforcement persona and her friendly casual one. She tries hard not to let the horrors she deals with affect her too deeply, but she has seen a lot since she entered the force at 18. She is very dedicated to her job, and believes wholeheartedly that the NCPD are one of the last vestiges of sanity and peacekeeping in the city. However, she sometimes has trouble meting out justice to some criminals; she sees their human side and their desperation and isn't always as strict as she should be. Several times she has been reprimanded by her superiors for being too lenient or neglecting her responsibility.

History: Iva grew up in the Earth District very spoiled; she was her mother and father's only child and they doted on her. However, her parents often wavered dangerously between the Middle and Lower Districts, as they were certainly not rich. When her mother was killed after venturing into the Lower Districts to trade for cheap food, her father saw he would have to toughen his beloved daughter up for the outside world. He sent her to train with the NCPD, hoping that she would avenge her mother's death by using her tenacious personality to control crime and keep Novus City from slipping into chaos completely. Iva still visits him when she can, but much of her life now revolves totally around the police force. She trained hard to become the confident fighting woman she is now, and often still uses her free time to hone her skills, exercise, and practice new techniques she invented herself.

Faction: NCPD
Occupation: Police Officer
District of Residence: Middle District (usually Earth)

((Finished with both, awaiting acceptance and/or constructive criticism.))

I finished my two other characters.

I pronoune Toko and AD accepted! Don't worry, rcox. You have a special case. I'll pm you the details in a moment.

OOC: I edited, again.

rcox, you're accepted.



Username: Casey Jewels

Name: Kamilopterisa Hilwervis Niberton (Kami)

Alias: N/A

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://caseyjewels.deviantart.com/art/Because-of-You-Colored-106606701
The most notable feature of Kami’s is her silver eyes—a most unusual color, even for her kind. Hidden deep within them is something feral, wild. Rugged dark gray hair falls down to her shoulders, hanging loosely about her. Her skin is tan from spending so much of her time outdoors, but becomes very pale during the three nights of the full moon (something explained at the end). Her clothing is very loose, and consists of a gray, sleeveless shirt and blue pants held up by a brown cord. Her feet are bare and hardened from many years of use. She carries a brown knapsack with her everywhere she goes, as it holds all of her worldly possessions in it. She stands at 5’4” and is a little on the skinny side, no matter how much she eats. A few scars cover her body, all caused by silver. On her left hand, almost faded away, are the bite marks of the beast that bit her.

Personality: At first she appears very quiet and skittish, but that image fades away as soon as Kami opens her mouth. She’s loud, obnoxious, and very headstrong. You say ‘right’, she says ‘left’. You say ‘black’, she says ‘white’. Authority is the thing she hates the most and thus she rebels against it, even if it ends up harming her. She appears confident and secure, but it’s all just an act. She has no social skills, no friends, no confidence. Her scars run very deep, but pride causes her to hide them underneath her tough girl act. She pushes everyone away from her, even though all she wants is to be loved. She hates herself for what she is and for what she’s done.

History: Kami’s father walked away the day before she was born, for reasons that Kami’s mother would never tell her. The single thing he left his unborn child was a name—a name she has hated ever since being old enough to understand. Her mother tried her best to raise her up, but money was always tight and their bellies were never full. Still, Kami and her mother were happy. Alas, that was not to last.

A stranger was in need of lodging shortly after her fourth birthday, so her mom took the man in. An emergency rose up at a neighbor’s house and Kami’s mother left to help, leaving Kami alone with the stranger. The full moon came that night. Kami’s mother returned to find Kami screaming in pain, bitten. Unwilling to let her daughter die, she nursed her back to health and said nothing of the bite to anyone.

On the night of the next full moon, Kami’s mother locked her up, but her precautions weren’t enough. Kami broke loose.

The four-year-old awoke in the morning to find her mother dead and their house in shambles. With her mother’s blood covering her, she had nobody to turn to but her Wolf. Her weak mind was crushed by Its force and she remembered no more.

Nine years passed—nine years of death and destruction. Only during the full moon did she fully transform into a wolf, but that didn’t stop her from attacking at other times. The thirst for human flesh drove her on, as well as the joy of bringing terror to others. That’s when Javy found her.

The two of them spent only two weeks together, but those two weeks completely turned Kami’s life around. He changed her, giving her back her humanity. The Hunters found them then, for they had been following Kami’s wake of destruction. Javy sacrificed himself, allowing Kami to escape. That day has forever been branded into her mind.

After Javy’s death, Kami went into a deep depression. For weeks on end she mopped and moaned and cried. Her heart had been shattered and never would it heal back up—not completely.

Four years have passed since that fateful day, with hardly a dull moment. Running has been all she has done—running from the Hunters, from the law, from the fear her kind produces in others, and from herself.

The Truu Squad of Hunter located her during her fourth year of running. It was they (along with a cop by the name of Will) who pushed her to her limits in their game of cat-and-mouse and caused her to make mistakes. Those mistakes have driven her to a dying planet outside of known space—Earth.

Faction: N/A

Occupation: Werewolf—it’s a full-time job.

District of Residence: She doesn’t really belong to a district, but can currently be found in the Upper District.

Other: As a werewolf, Kami has better senses than most. Also, she happens to be a witch, but has yet to figure out how to really control her powers.


(When I say ‘three nights of the full moon’, I don’t mean that she transforms during each night. It’s only the true full moon that she transforms. The night before and the night after are nights of constant pain and sickness, as they are so close to the cursed night.)





Username: Casey Jewels

Name: William Dawn (Will)

Alias: N/A

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Always tall for his age, Will finally leveled off at six feet flat. His hair is kept cut short so as to not interfere with his job and is brown in color. His eyes match the color of his hair and shine with kindness and compassion, hardening only when on the job. His skin is slightly tanned, as if he had just recently started venturing outside. A few scars cover his body, the only battle wounds he has received from his job. Will’s clothing consists of blue jeans and polo shirts (usually of a blue color). A brown belt runs through his jeans, with several different pouches attached to it. One of those pouches holds a radio, which is his only way of contacting the Intergalactic Police Force (IGPF). Black boots in a similar style to cowboy boots cover his feet, their surface bulletproof. He wears a gun containing silver bullets on his left holster. When on duty, he wears the standard black uniform of the IGPF and carries two guns instead of one. Once on Earth, he simply adapts to their blue uniform in order to blend in.

Personality: Will once was a very kind and loving man, but his heart hardened when the person he loved with all of his heart and soul was slaughtered. He changed after that, becoming serious and silent. The only time his old self comes out is when he is among children, as he enjoys their presence. Obsession is what drives him on, as he wants vengeance on the one who killed his wife. He’s a very determined individual who will stop at nothing to get the vengeance, even if it means breaking his own morals. However, because of his silence and his holding his anger inside, he is often branded as a pushover by those that work with him. This is far from the truth, as he simply doesn’t want to bother with other people. When dealing with criminals, he becomes even more of a hardened man, as his voice becomes harsh and he takes no crap whatsoever. He isn’t afraid to injure or kill those who break the law, but if he believes them to have a shred of innocence, he is reluctant to do so.

History: Will was born into a rich family on the planet of Aphlir, where his father was a powerful lord. He had one brother, who was two years his senior. Jaidon was the one who was always in the spotlight, always doing right. Will grew to resent his older brother for this and he tried to outperform his brother but always found himself falling short. Fed-up with always falling short of Jaidon, Will ran away from home when he was fifteen. He left the planet Aphlir behind, intent on making his own fortune.

After two years of doing odd jobs here and there, Will enrolled into a police training program. Surviving the brutal course by the sheer determination to make something of himself, he was recruited as a police officer two weeks before his eighteenth birthday.

Things got better after that. His father didn’t approve of his chosen career, but he at least respected the fact that Will had managed to graduate the program at the top of the class. Finding himself finically secure for the first time since leaving home, Will finally turned his attention towards seeking a companion. He found her in Natasha Clowe, the beautiful daughter of the current chief-of-police for that planet. At the age of twenty-one, he married her.

Will quickly moved up the ranks in the police force, becoming a Captain by the age of twenty-three. Sadly, his good fortune ended there.

During a full moon, when he was away on a call, a werewolf attacked his home. He hurried back as fast as he could, but the monster had already fled by the time he arrived. Heartbroken at discovering his wife dead, he threw himself into his work.

Six months later he was put on the case of tracking down a known werewolf, who had managed to slip onto the planet unnoticed at an earlier point. Having developed a deep hatred of the Wolves, he had no qualms about taking this werewolf’s life. However, when he finally had a chance to strike the werewolf down, he found himself hesitating at her young age; the werewolf got away.

Since then, he has spent the last six months tracking Kami, fighting to stay one step ahead of the Hunters that are also on her trail, for he believes that she was the one who slaughtered his wife.

Faction: N/A

Occupation: Police Officer

District of Residence: Middle District, once he arrives on Earth

Other: He has weapons that are more advanced than those found on Earth.

User name: nando_c_s
Name: Alexander Gold
Alias: N/S
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Appearance: Black straight air. Beautiful green eyes which stand out with his thick eye lashes. His skin is quite pale, yet hardly noticeable sin he wears a long black coat with his matching shredded black pants. And of course, the boots. Large boots that he once obtained from a random man he killed to satisfy his current thirst.

Personality: Alexander is a gentleman. A guy that respects people but gets angry easily. Patience is certainly not a virtue of Alexander, nor is mercy. If Alexander starts something, it’s for sure that he will finish it or die trying to.

History: A normal life in the Ghetto district. Alexander’s family did not have too much to eat, but still enough to survive. His father was a decent man (or that’s at least what Alexander thinks) who had class and manners. His mother was passionate woman of music. Oh yes, a person whose soul got filled by joy and happiness, a soul that forgot every single trouble as soon as a melody played around. Like a musical lover, a decent dancer she was. She used to work at a strip club. Unfortunately, it was the only place where she was able to get a job. Even though of her weekend’s work, she also knew other style of dancing, many to be precise. And she decided that her only son would be taught to love music and to love dancing, and that is indeed what happened. Since Alexander was able to walk (age 2), his mother taught him how to dance, making Alexander a great dance at the age of 6.

Even though he was a kid who loved dancing, he was also a kid who could pull his own wait and handle his fights. His father was the one responsible for this. Alexander’s time outside his house where quite limited, since the world outside of his house was basically the worst one imaginable. This is the phrase that his father taught him since he was at a young age: ‘If the enemy is weaker than you, just mess around with him a little, but do not abuse of him. If it has the same amount of skills as you, fight until somebody cracks. And last but not least, if he his superior and stronger than you, throw something at him, and start running!’ Alexander ALWAYS followed this rule to the word.

On one quiet night, when Alexander had 12 years, a group of 4 men managed to break into his house. These men had no life and lived solely for ruining the lives of those who tried to make some it. The father was obviously the first one to face the men, in order for his wife and his son to escape, but the father didn’t hold for too long, they were 4! Only in a matter of seconds, his father was stabbed to death. Alex only turned his head back to see the man who had raised fall to the ground bleeding to death on the floor where he once had played wrestling with the same man that was now taking his final breaths of life. His mother pulled him by the left arm and locked the door of the bathroom. Yes, there was a window in the bathroom, but only small enough for a kid to pass through, the mother knew this, but it was the only way to save her kid. She told Alexander to go out the window and run until he managed to find someplace safe. Just before he was about to squeeze himself outside the window, the men started to break through the thin door of the bathroom. His mother hugged him tightly one more time, and put in his hands a dagger wrapped on a light blue mantle. The kid jumped outside and started to run, but he stopped, his heart beat was at a million beats per second, but it stopped when he heard the screams of his beloved mother coming out from the window he had just come out. Tears ran over his face, for he knew what had happened, and there was nothing he did to prevent his mother from getting hurt.

Alexander since then has lived on the streets. First, he ate from anything edible that he found on garbage. Thankfully, he was smart, and he was a quick learner. This is how he came to theft. Moving slowly and stealthy, he managed to steal some food and every single time he performed a move, he learned something from it, making him an excellent thief at the age of 15. At this same age, while stealing from a man, he was caught by the same. The man grabbed his left arm, and punched him various times, until Alexander got a flashback of the day his parents were killed. This caused an enormous increase of stamina with which he lost control, took out the dagger that his mother had given him and stabbed the man repeatedly in the neck and in the chest. Alexander had now experienced murder. At moment, there was nobody around, except a man. A vampire who was thirsty and watched his prey from afar. Who was his prey? The man Alexander had just killed.
The Vampire got mad and decided to rush in quick after the boy who had killed his dinner. The vampire was careless. He approached Alexander head on while he still was high. Alexander certainly got scared, but as a reflex, he also stabbed the vampire.

The young teen thought he had committed 2 murders in less than 1o minutes, but it turns out that he was wrong when he felt the strong and clod fangs piercing through his flesh and the sudden sensation of being sucked dry. Alexander only managed to turn around and take a good look at the man who as now feeding from his blood. It was a tall and pale man, with all his body covered by thick pieces of black clothing. Once Alexander saw the eyes of the man, he thought for them to be beautiful. Red eyes that shined under the bright light of the moon. These were eyes that Alexander would never forget. Alexander yelled in pain, but it stopped. The kid fell to the floor unconscious.

The teen woke up in the middle of an alley, with pain on his neck. His memory was in kind of a blur, so he didn’t remember much of what had happened. Few weeks passed, and Alexander was stealing again. Another kid, who was indeed bigger than him, saw the food he had just stolen and decided to take them from Alex. Alexander was getting owned by the bully! Luckily our protagonist managed to land a blow on the kid’s face and here is what the amazing thing happens, the other guy was sent through the air towards a brick wall, killing the guy instantly. Yes, it was some sort of super strength that was given to him by the vampire.

Not much has passed since the incident with the vampire. Alexander has not discovered the arsenal of skills that has given. He has only discovered 1, the strength.

Faction: None
Occupation: Vagrant/thief
District of Residence: Lower District.
Other: Even though of the horrible incident, Alex still enjoys music. Decent thief (has only been caught once) but not a good fighter.

Username: manysidestome
Name: Gregor Skalz
Alias: ‘Vision’
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Skin is white as marble, and his eyes are completely white, though it’s unclear whether he has pupils or not, he can apparently see and his head is bald. He wears a black jacket, pants, boots, gloves, and hood to cover his white skin up, so he can more easily blend into the shadows.
Personality: When in the field he is quite cruel and ruthless to the people he’s sent to find. He tries not to harm innocents, though. He is actually quite afraid of people, and shuns human contact unless necessary. He doesn’t do small talk and the only thing he likes to hear is business, whether is an assignment or news on what he wants.
History: Gregor was born in the slums of Novus, but while in the womb was affected by radiation, he still doesn’t know how his mother came into that, but he was born a freak. His father left them when he discovered that his son was a monster, so his mother raised him as well as she could, though he was never allowed out of their home and had to hide when company came over, lest someone find out she was raising a mutant. It was during his sixth year of life that he discovered another side effect of the radiation; he could lock in on anyone on Novus, and see where they were, what they were doing, what they said. This alleviated his boredom of being kept inside constantly, as he lived life through others, and he matured faster as a result. He saw things that changed him; death, torture, rape, his learning of the world was hard on him, and he eventually stopped talking to his mother at all, which made the woman even more distressed at her son’s condition, fearing the radiation was going to torture him until he died.

The two were ok for a little while longer in the slums, though they suffered like everyone else; Gregor was able to remain isolated from people. Until one night, when he was thirteen, his mother caught a lucky break and found a ring that had been dropped. It must have been only a few seconds before, because nothing like that would go unnoticed for long. As she put it away, though, a group of thugs noticed, and trailed her back to her home, ready to jump her as she went in and ransack the place. Gregor had been living through others again, and as she came in, he turned and saw one of the thugs draw a gun, and a second later his mother was on the floor, blood flowing from her head. In anger, Gregor looked to the thugs, who were advancing, and reached out with his mind, focusing on them. Without knowing what was happening, he prevented their minds from being able to form thoughts, and they just fell to their knees, unable to consciously do anything. Though he was scared, Gregor advanced, and took the gun from the thug’s hand. He shot all three as they lay there, helpless, and threw up. He crawled over to his mother and saw her hands wrapped around the ring she found. It was nothing special, but to Gregor, it was beautiful. He took it, and kissed his mother on the cheek, then took what little money she had been saving up, and left the house.

He couldn’t live there anymore, not without someone to provide for him. He wanted to get out of the slums, where he wouldn’t be safe, and traveled into the middle district. Shortly after his arrival, he was apprehended by NCPD, who took him into custody, for what he never found out. After sitting in a cell for a day, some Helm agents came and took him to the upper district, where he was registered and they could keep tabs on him. After a medical examination, which frightened him as he had never had one before, he was told that the radiation was slowly killing him, and he wouldn’t live past 35. He was frightened by this news that he had very little time, and asked if anything could be done to help him.

Helm made a deal with him, that he would put his powers to whatever purposes they wanted, he would work for them, and in exchange, they would work to find a way to save him from the radiation poisoning. With little other choice, Gregor accepted the offer, and was dubbed ‘Vision’ for his ability to locate people. Since then he has gone in and apprehended a few criminals that Helm had been worried about, but as he grows older, he worries more about how his life is quickly coming to an end. The only way he can get cured is to work hard, so he does, but he wonders if they won’t cure him because he is valuable. He’s currently working with a Helm agent and the NCPD.
Faction: Helm, NCPD
Occupation: Helm ‘Agent’
District of Residence: Lives in the Middle District, though usually travels between them often.
Other:

Welcome to Novus City, where the future is today.

(Alright Nando and MSTM, you're accepted! And here's my second character. Also, we're hoping to start this by the end of the week, so anyone who hasn't gotten their chars in yet we'd really like to have them. Once the rp starts, you're more than welcome to make new chars, just to let you all know.)

Username: Shadow Moonseye
Name: Senka
Alias: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has brown hair that is cropped short, falling to just below her chin. Her amber colored eyes are one of her most unusual features, for they are reptilian, with a slit pupil and the iris dominating so much of the eye that the white of the sclera isn’t seen. She has sharp features that lean towards the softer side of sharp. She is quite thin and everything about her seems to scream small. She has several scars scattered across her arms, legs, back and torso. Starting at the base of her neck and running down to the back of her knees is a tattoo-like marking that is several shades darker than her natural tan. Mixed in with the dark pigment are touches of red. She is clothed in a strapless black dress that barely reaches the middle of her thighs. This already provocative dress is accentuated by two ovals that cut into the sides of the dress, showing even more skin. A pair of strapy black heels serve as her shoes. She has just the right amount of make-up on to accentuate her features and her nails have been painted a gold to match her eyes. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a gold, collar-like necklace.
Personality: Senka has a traumatic past; this has left her mentally scarred and highly unstable. She is jumpy, paranoid, and considered insane by all who meet her. Moments of lucidity punctuate her insanity at random moments, and it almost seems as though its an entirely different person is speaking. Once her trust is gained she is generally a friendly, nice person to be around. She has no trouble defending herself or running away, whichever her unpredictable mind decides. At times, it is obvious that this survivor carries a heavy burden, and no matter how hard she tries, the sadness and pain of hundreds of thousands of her murdered people weighs her down.
History: Senka was born on the planet Aiel, the home of A’hai race. The A’hai were descended from a group of human colonists that landed a thousand years ago. On Aiel they found a home and changed. A reptilian symbiote lived in the waters of Aiel, changing the humans. It gave them drastically increased speed, increased strength, perfect night vision, and making them much more durable than the average human. It gave them their markings, and means to defend themselves through pheromones, it awakened a forgotten part of their mind that served to help them and give advice. But, this came at price. The A’hai are entirely dependent on Vitamin C. They get the majority of it from being in the sun, but they are still dependent on supplements. If they are with out Vitamin C for twenty four hours, their body changes. The symbiote grows out of control and they change into a monstrous creature. This creature actively seeks Vitamin C, but will not attack unless provoked.

Senka was born an only child and enjoyed a life of comfort and safety. She was highly social, and had many friends. In school she excelled, and once graduated she quickly found a job as a Jakir, or keeper of the balance between A’hai society and Aiel’s wilds. When she was 17 she met Ralis. They hit it off quickly and soon were an official couple. Over the next three years, she became convinced that her and Ralis were to be mates. However, this was not to be. In the third year of them being together disaster struck the planet of Aiel. An invading race landed, and upon finding the A’hai were enraged. They launched an all out assault against the A’hai. These creatures, more machine than living flesh, hunted out the A’hai, killing all they could find. The survivors of the A’hai evacuated Aiel in massive ships, only to have them shot down before they could escape the system.

It was during the evacuation that Senka lost Ralis. He died, shot down when they were running for one of the ships. She didn’t have time to stop, time to mourn , time to even react. She was swept along with the crowd into the ship. Her momentary safety wouldn’t last. The ship she was aboard was targeted and destroyed. She just barely made it into an escape pod, jumping it blind. The next five and a half years were spent running and hiding. She spent every minute living in fear, looking over her shoulder for pursuers. People that would turn her over to those monsters or kill her out right. In May of her 26th year, she was captured by the creature known as Gigas. Gigas was a slaver of the worst kind, and Senka was none too keen to become ‘merchandise’. She fought against Gigas at almost every turn, and the past six months of her life have been a living hell. Several days ago, she finally made her escape, just before the sale in which she was to be sold.

She is now catapulting through space, unable to read the alien language, her destination is a small, backwater world called…

Earth.

Faction: N/A
Occupation: None
District of Residence: None
Other: N/A

Important Announcement!

We will be starting the RP on Sunday! My apologies to those of you still making characters, but we don't want this to stagnate before it even begins! So, please keep in mind, the RP starts Sunday!

Username: Plaguewalker
Name: Benjamin Slatton
Alias:
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Benjamin stands 5’8, and his soft auburn hair is buzzed short, so that it doesn’t interfere with his duties. His eyes are sharp hazel, and his skin is a pale white. When off duty, Ben usually wears a short-sleeved grey shirt and a pair of worn jeans with his combat boots. On duty, he wears the standard issue Helm equipment. Thick, dark grey combat boots, over a pair of navy blue cargo pants. A thick ‘plate’ of Kevlar covers the blue long sleeved shirt, the symbol of Helm emblazoned on the ‘plates’ center. A pair of light, gauntlet-like gloves covers his hands and forearms. Two thin ‘plates’ of Kevlar protect his neck and shoulders, his rank displayed on one, his number displayed on the other. A thick helmet conceals his face, it’s mask having a single slit for the soldier to see out of. Twin blue lights gleam at the helmet’s brow, providing light for the soldier no matter what time of day.
Personality: Ben seems to have two separate personalities, one for work, and one for play. When on duty, he is every bit the stoic, brave soldier. He commands his allies well, never placing someone in risk unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then he is more likely to place him self in harms way instead. Every word is professional, and it seems as though nothing in the world can phase him.

This changes once the helmet comes off. Ben becomes a very friendly man, easily convincing people to take part in his celebratory pub visits and practically forcing them to have a good time. He loves to joke, and if he can make someone laugh, then he is a happy man. His loyalty carries over, and he’ll stay with his friends until they’re back home in their beds, even if it means he’ll be late getting home himself.
History: Benjamin was born in the Flower Sector, and enjoyed a childhood of safety and comfort. Everything he wanted was provided by his father, who had a good job in the government that presided over Novus City at the time. He didn’t know about the corruption that ran rampant throughout the government, or that his father was one of the few who refused to be bought out by the higher ups.

As Ben grew up, he grew more and more obsessed with the idea of becoming a soldier. All of his shows showed them winning against the vile beasts of the world, saving lives and winning over the girl. This was the life that he wanted, and his parents noticed the boys growing anticipation of his eighteenth birthday. That very day, he enlisted in the armed forces of Novus City. After boot camp, he was posted in a barracks and it was here that Ben’s dreams where shattered. The soldiers didn’t do anything. They simply sat in the barracks all day, while the city around them burned. For two years, Benjamin tried desperately to convince his superiors to send them out to help, but it was to no avail.

Shortly after he turned 20, Ben was contacted by a man known as Logan Vonarx who spoke of a coming change, that would allow the soldiers to fulfill their duties to the city and help establish peace for the people. Hardly believing his ears, he asked the man how this was going to happen. The man chuckled, before telling him to be patient. Two days later, Helm seized power from the corrupt regime and the leaders of the military were brought into the fold as official members. Every since that day, Ben had been doing exactly what he had been hoping to do with his life. Helping people, and making the city a better place.

6 months ago, he was called before Logan for the first time since they’re initial meeting. Left alone with the aging Commandant, Ben feared for the worst, only to hear him chuckle and tell him to relax. He was being assigned to a mission of the utmost importance, one that could save Helm precious time, and more importantly save hundreds of lives. He was being sent to the Middle District with a small group of soldiers to aid the NCPD in restoring order to the Sectors. Promoted to Sergeant, Ben was immediately transferred to the headquarters of the NCPD, where he has been working with Gregor and the officers of the NCPD to bring the criminals of Novus city to justice.
Faction: Helm
Occupation: Helm Agent
District of Residence: Water
Other: Carries a sidearm on him at all times.

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Just an FYI, my first post has been updated with NCPD notes, so that everybody is on the same page. Check it out for more info.