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The Earth, thought to be the only habitable planet in the galaxy. As I said, we THOUGHT Earth was the only one. But now we know better.
The year is 3089. The problem is an inbound asteroid that would wipe out the planet. The only solution to be found was to evacuate the whole of Earth’s population. Everyone was forced to board massive ships, all bound for space, and some other planet where mankind could settle safely.
In the year 3090, we found it, another planet that would support humanity. And s we landed, not even thinking of the dangers that we might face, not even thinking to test for new diseases. That is why it spread, pure human stupidity.
It started with isolated incidents, a few women here and there, but in time it spread, whole countries engulfed by this new virus. And yet it did no harm to the bodies of those infected. It made them better. It only seemed to infect women, but the infection was highly noticeable. They grew to eight feet tall, and became stronger and faster than any man before. And boy did they use that to their advantage.
They took over, overthrowing every world government one by one in place of a monarchy, under the Great Queen. She then appointed lesser queens to govern the four continents, the great Northlands, the mining regions of the South range, the fertile plains of the Grand basin, and the industrialist lands of the East isles. There was no hope for men, whom were treated as slaves, and forced to labor for the queen’s will. Some were bought and made into mere playthings for the powerful women, others went to the mines, searching for strange crystals that amplified the power of the women, and some were made into gladiators, whose only purpose was to die before the great masses at the hands of a women gladiator.
But this would not be forever. The revolution is now. The men must band together, and fight for their right to live as true men.

Choose your side wisely…

Gaia name: RP_Master_Jak
Name: Alexi Stoyanivich
Age: 18
Faction: Rebellion
Weapons: That giant claymore on his back, and whatever else he can get his mitts on.
Rank: Gladiator - Private
Appearance:
Bio: He was born into gladiatorial status, his father was a "toy" for his mother, a women Gladiator. Chris became known as the white king, simply because he alone was able to hold a claymore in each hand and fight, while being weighted down by white armor and sacks of white rocks. He was often spared from death simply because he put on a good show, and was a favorite of many of the spectators. But now, his secret life must come to light. When he became a gladiator, the resistance approached him, and he could not refuse. He became a Private and is in the first combat battalion. But how long can he keep this part of him secret when war is coming so quickly.

Gaia name:Rachetdude11
Name:Erik
Age:14
Faction:None(For now, will likely join the resistance)
Weapons:One sword only. Has been known to use a sniper rifle, but prefers his sword.
Rank:None(For now)
Appearance:He wears a black cloak and a mask at all times. No one has seen his true face. His mask has a computer screen that helps him out a bit in a serious battle.
Bio:Erik is on a quest of revenge. His father killed his mother as a gladiator, and then his father was killed for revenge. But instead of crying for eternity, he instead put on a black cloak, and a mask, and then sought revenge against those who killed his father. But once the executioners were killed, Erik realized that he couldn't stop his vengeance. He knew that if the women ever caught him, he would have suffered the same fate as his dad. So, he has pledged to overthrow the Queens, and now he travels the planet as the Warrior of Vengeance.

Gaia name: Serrenedy
Name: Queen Serrenedy
Age: 2-92
Faction: Queen
Powers: Changeing age at will/ suduction
Weapons: two kanatas up her sleaves, two dagers in her garters, broadsword on her back
Rank: 5th queen
Appearance: varies on age
Bio: She was abused by her father on earth and so hates men-she is one of the worst opressors and woe to you if you land in her unit

Gaia name:
Raja_b11
Name:
Kristoph "Serpent Fang" Utherson
Age:
29 years
Faction:
The Resistance
Weapons:
Krizt and Rahnk, the chainblades. They are hook bladed, thick, medium length swords, and are razor sharp. They can detach from the blade on specially designed chains, and can be used for a variety of purposes, including grappling, swinging, stabbing, and are generally very versatile weapons. The ore used to make the weapons is nigh unbreakable, almost surpassing that of diamond's toughness when forged. Kristoph's craftsmanship is seen on these blades, as they are decorated with ancient symbols and relics passed down through his family.
Rank:
Gladiator - Private

Bio:
He was born into a family of miners on the new planet. He was very industrious, dextrous, and strong, which made his female overseers send him into the deep mines, where the rarest of minerals were kept. He stumbled upon a 2 ores he had never seen in his career of mining. One was golden, and very malleable, but when it was heated only slightly, it became as hard as diamond, which he found out by scratching a piece he found lying around. The second ore was a dull metallic color, yet it too was malleable, and it was light as air. Kristoph, dreaming of one day leaving this horrible place, secretly fashioned himself two weapons. Both were remarkable pieces of work, and he prided on the two chainblade he had masterfully wrought. He engraved in them secret runes and with blessings of victory and protection, unknowingly giving them a large sum of ancient power. However, he quickly was discovered after he had tried to join the Resistance. The Queens took him away in chains, and sent him to the Arena to pit himself against powerful opponents with his chainblades. His nickname was earned for the way he fought, striking quickly and painfully against monstrosities he had to slay. The Resistance finally contacted him, and he gladly accepted the offer, and now he waits for the call to arms to sound.

He is a very just person, believing powerfully in justice and helping the unfortunate. Vengeance and hope guide his mind and hand, and it shows through his allies when they fight near him. Kristoph will not let man disappear, and he will let no one block the way to his grand vision. He is a decent strategist, however, he is a better leader of men on the battlefield. His rallying cries and mere presence make fighters revel in combat, yell with joy, and stain the grass red with the enemy's blood. Nothing seems to get him down, because he knows that the day he gives in is the day he dies.

Gaia name: Shadowdragon087
Name: Simon Griggs
Age: 21
Faction: Resistance
Weapons: Shotgun, walther pp9(2) and a knife
Rank: Gladiator - Spec Ops
Appearance:
Bio: He was born into a miltary family and quickly showed his talents at a young age. He became
one of the Spec Ops for the resistant at the age of 15 and has been doing various things since.
He can be cold at times and very distant when he's on a job, he gets too into it.

Gaia name: explodingstaples
Name: Anthony Smith
Age: 17
Faction: Resistance
Weapons: Desert Eagle, ARC3 Assult Rifle
Rank: Gladiator
Appearance:
Bio: Anthony never knew his real parents. He was adopted by a man in the resistance who found him alone and scared. He was taught about what the women had done and decided to join the fight for freedom. He is a fun loving person but the war controls his life so his only friends are in the Resistance.

Gaia name: Serrenedy
Name: Lindsey
Age: 16
Faction: gladiator in training
Powers: none
Weapons: knolage of mechanics and pole fighting
Rank: She dosen't know
Appearance: opps
Bio: She is the grandaughter to Serrenedy but due to a genetic mutaion she dosn't have the virus, she dosn't want to betray her grandmother for fear of her going crazy but also thinks what she's doing is wrong and will help almost anyone that asks, She is a sweet if not scared girl aqnd verry kind

Gaia name: Rachetdude11
Name:Karoline
Age confused (Doesn't talk about it, assumed to be 17)
Faction:The Crowns
Powers:Can summon eletric charges to her daggers that are much more powerful then any other woman's weapon, also has wings and can fly, but not very high and not all that fast. In other words, the wings are there for show.
Weapons biggrin aggers
Rank:4th rank, answers directly to the queens themselves.
Appearance: Looks like a normal, 17 year old girl, but if you didn't know any better you'd think she was an angel with her wings out. http://images.epilogue.net/users/taury/darkangel.jpg
Bio:Much like Jon, her past is unknown, to the point where her age is unknown. However, it IS known that she's a supreme hard-a**. She answers directly to the queens, and regards anyone else as unimportant and simply there to be used in order to pursue the goals of the Crowns. She takes a personal interest in the death of Jon, however, and has spent every possible moment tracking him down. my best advice to you is STAY OUT OF HER WAY!!!

"Another bleak sunrise." Said a young man, clad in all white armor. Another day of fighting for his life, and another day of watching fellow men die. But this day was special. Today he would prove his worth, and possibly be allowed some better accommodations than these four cold walls and hard wood bunk. Perhaps he could even be moved from the cold dank of his room, which sapped his strength, making it harder for him to put on the grand shows that he must participate in. A large, well armored women came and unlocked his door.
"The time has come, white king." She said, and he stood, turning away from his window, and facing the door, and the hell that was to come. He was lead, handcuffed, to a large chamber, and was given his sword. A large, black Claymore, unwieldy to any man but him. But he was born for this, and knew what must be done. He had been blinded to the carnage through his mother, who taught him to become a great and powerful gladiator. Of course, that meant nothing for men now. Now they were merely slaves and toys for the women. Now they kept in oppression. Any of his earning from this fight would go straight to his mother, and she would use them for her own gain, and he would spend all his life fighting in the arena.
The time had come, as the artificial fog would be rolling over the battlefield now, and the doors above him opened. He was raised on a platform, facing away from his enemy, and he waited for the signal to turn, and face his unknown foe.

"Who could have seen this coming. The Executor fighting the King, the mentor and apprentice, Mother and child, locked in combat." The black clad woman said, hefting her spear. The king only drew his Claymore.
"Don't hold back mom. You know I won't." He said, and he readied his defense. That spear would skewer him if he wasn't careful.

"You've been training for this day, haven't you?" She said.
"Indeed, I knew it was coming from the start." He answered, and he turned aside a thrust, then slammed his claymore into the wood of the spear, shattering the point clean off. Then he realized too late that he had left himself open, and he was hit with the other end of the spear, being thrown into a wall.

He knew he only had to hold on for another few seconds. Then he heard the explosion. It was time to leave. He raced to the hole in the stadium wall that the explosion made, a group of men rushing in with rifles covering his back. He stopped and turned around.
"FOR THE REVOLUTION!" He shouted, and raced off, the other men following him.
"Alexi, good to see you still live." A man said.
"Good to see you are the same, Grigor." Alexi replied, smiling as his best friend and comrade raced with him to the tunnel. All of them would get through, then block the entrance with rubble. They would then cause multiple cave ins as they went, so as to slow any pursuers.

(Sigh, I'm so very lonely.)

The entrance was sealed and the first cave in made. Now they only had to reach the second spot, and then it was on to the exit.

Standing in the middle of 4 super strong women while they're all trying to cut you open is not the best place in the world. But that was exactly where Erik found himself. He knew that he had to get out of the circle, or he wouldn't last long. With a quick sweep kick, he knocked one of the women off her feet and simply ran over her, taking special care to walk on her nose. The other three women dashed towards him, but Erik was slightly faster. With two swings of his blade, one of the remaining women was cut into 3 pieces. 2 down, 2 to go. Erik then launched himself at another woman, driving his sword right into her heart. He turned to face the last woman, who was wielding a powerful halberd. He lowered the hood of his cloak, and removed his mask, allowing his opponent to see his hate filled eyes. "Die, you ******** b***h!" One quick charge later, the last woman was dead. Erik took a quick moment to kill the woman with the nosebleed, or otherwise she could have surprised him. Erik put his mask back on and continued walking towards the mountain. There was rumors of some kind of base, and the rumors had such detail to them that Erik thought it would be a good idea to check things out.