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Year 2050. The technology of the world has been shut down and in a reverse motion from lack of resources. Electricity is at a minimum and only for the richest of people. The world has been cut into many factions. But three remain dominant. The 11's, which take up the largest portion of Asia and Australia. The Midarchists who rule over their lands of Europe and control all of Africa. Then there are the AF7's who control the entire western faction of the world. The year of 2015, the skies turned completely black with smoke. The world's climate was warped into chaos as all of the ice was destroyed. The water rose and it rained every day. The sun was blocked out and a small population of plants were able to live, with less plants, an even smaller amount of animals survived. The humans of the 6 nations of the world are now fighting in their search for the sunlight temple that opens the sky to reverse the destructive effects on the world. It is hidden in an area unknown to the world.

Leader: Eastern 11's: Asia+Indonesia
Sub: Southern 9's: Australia
House of Hibiki
Poorest/ Most Skilled

Leader: Midarchists: Europe
Sub: Archist Territory: Africa
Lorship's Manor
Richest/ Most Technology

Leader: American Federation section 7 (A.F.7): North America+Brazil
Sub: American Federation section 4 (A.F.4): South America
Global Defense Fighters G.D.F
Technology/Skilled


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RULES:
1. Follow the rules below.
2. Follow the rule above.
3. Please, follow the normal rules that Gaia says to follow.
4. Please, spell correctly. I will tolerate some bad grammar though, nobody's perfect.
5. Keep in the normal "Fantasy" limits of your person's powers.
6. I may be the creator of this Rp, but I am not god here.
7. Follow the profile skeleton that is below to make your characters.
8. If you just join later in the Rp, please read all of the posts, it would be a shame if you joined in and had no clue what to do.
9. Don't control another persons' character at any cost. This has only the exception of moving a group and/or permission given to do so.

Name: Haque
Age: 18
Race: Sub-Human
Leader/Sub: A.F.7
Personality: Kind but out going. He is always in a rush to have fun and get into things he might not get out of.
Bio: He grew up in the wilderness, mountains, forests, lakes, open sky. He has seen it all. With the help of his animal friends, he gained the ability to manipulate his own D.N.A to adapt like the animals and change himself. His favorite always being the dragon scale that he was given to him by his grandfather.
Weapons: Throwing knives, daggers, explosives
Power/s: Ability to transform into part animals. Activated by touch from feathers, scales, fur, skin... ect.


Haque ran through the rainy streets of the decaying city of New York. He had his blades at his side and his explosives hidden in a pouch at his side. He arrived at a warehouse at the side of a tall building and entered. Bats fluttered out as the iron gate was pried open from outside. He closed the door as soon as he entered. Haque dried off the infected water falling from the sky and ran to the far wide of the warehouse. He hit some stairs and descended down below. "Sir, it is time to move out. The Archists are on the move, they have a new lead to the Sunlight Temple. Are we to confront them?" Haque stopped when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He entered the room with a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. "Yes, move out when ready. Take any A.F.'s that you can find." The darkened man said from a large table that had a map laid out on it. "Follow them wherever they go, we cannot let them find the temple first."

(It looks fine to me, except for the powers, the element manipulation needs to be more specific... and less varied.)

Haque nodded to his general and saluted. He walked back to the stairs and reached into his pocket and retrieved a small feather. His back expanded and he lifted off the ground and exited out the warehouse a mile above. His wings retracted as he entered the main entryway. He covered his head as he was about to enter the infected rain outside.

(it's good now.)

Haque opened the the door as it grated across the floor. The sound of rain was quiet as it was sprinkling. The sky was still dark with black clouds as he walked out and closed the door as quickly as possible. He turned back around and ran through the empty streets. He started to head for the center of town, the area where most people in the city gathered. Haque splashed through the puddles and stopped in every other building occasionally to dry off the rain burning through his coat.

Haque ran into town square, a few were around, all covered in black coats to protect from the rain. He jogged from person to person and talked to them quietly and briefly. He asked each and every one, but with few interest none liked the idea of leaving for a military conquest. His head hung low as he walked to the nearest building in the area. He sat down on the cement floor and put his hands on his face. "Great, now how am I supposed to stop the Midarchists. By now they probably have a force to be reckoned with and are halfway to finding the temple." He looked up from his hands and stared tensely at the ground. "But that doesn't mean I have to give up!" He stood up abruptly and dashed back into the rain and searched for others, determined to find helping hands.

((does anyone speak here any more?))

Yeah, I noticed that. It suddenly like people don't want to rp any more or are having a year of brain deadness or something.