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kawaiihogoshatenshi Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:12 pm
Bio Warfare ☣ The use of disease-producing microorganisms, toxic biological products, or organic biocides to cause death.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:14 pm
The year is 2035 Everyone thought that the third world war would be nuclear and that we would all just wipe each other out within seconds. There were plenty of nukes being sent from place to place, but the majority of nuclear reactors were destroyed within the first few days of fighting. Many countries fell because of this taking many women, men, and children along with them, but many held on and continued fighting. After all the nuclear reactors were gone, it switched to more of gun battles. People shot each other back and forth, but nobody backed down. Everyone refused to give up, nobody wanted to lose. This was of course until a biological weapon was thrown into an American city. This weapon, that everyone had before sworn to not use, became widespread. Countries dropped the weapons within their enemies borders. hoping to weaken the other people's will. One by one, leaders fell, but nobody seemed to want to quit. They'd find a moment of peace, just to have bio weapons rain upon their cities. This continued over and over until men started to become unsure as to who they were fighting for anymore. The world's population shrunk drastically from the nuclear and biological warfare until their was only about 25% of the population left. All of which seemed to claim to be from a country that likely no longer existed. Oddly, they all fought, even though they no longer knew why. Even stranger was that the majority of the survivors were....men. You see, during the biological warfare period, their had been many countries making weapons that were X chromosome related. Many women and children died as a cause of this, but a majority of the men survived. The countries had been working on weakening the other powers gradually. They had done it as a last ditch effort to get the other countries to finally give up. Instead though, it left a sickly sweet aroma in the air all over the world and only men up and standing.
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kawaiihogoshatenshi Vice Captain
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kawaiihogoshatenshi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:15 pm
Rules
⇝☆⇜ ❶ No god-moding.❷ PM your profiles to me with a heart in the pm and with a title of "Y will survive" . ❸ Follow gaia's rules! ❹ Don't just start then quit. I have had many issues with inactivity in the past and reserve the right to cut you if you leave for a long time without a viable reason for your absence. ❺Please use [[]] (())or {{}} to show that your character isn't talking and that it's you. ❻ Please have at least 5 sentences per post. It keeps things going. Short answers don't give people much to go off of. ❼ Follow the guild's rules.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:17 pm
Profile Setup:
[color=postingcolor]Your controller?[/color] [[username]]
[color=postingcolor]Your name?[/color] [[First Last]]
[color=postingcolor]Your age?[/color] [[18-30]]
[color=postingcolor]Your gender?[/color] [male, female, both?]
[color=postingcolor]What is your preference?[/color] [[men, women, both, neither, children?]]
[color=postingcolor]Where you from?[/color] [[which country or state you were previously from]]
[color=postingcolor] Which languages do you speak?[/color]
[color=postingcolor]What's your preferred weapon?[/color] [[1-3 weapons]]
[color=postingcolor]When you look in the mirror, what do you see?[/color] [[ a picture or description please]]
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kawaiihogoshatenshi Vice Captain
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kawaiihogoshatenshi Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:16 pm
Profiles Your controller? Liklef_lvr Your name? Kari Payne Your age? 21 Your gender? Female What is your preference? Men Where you from? Ukraine Which languages do you speak? English, Korean and Russian What's your preferred weapon? Dagger or short sword and a bow and arrow When you look in the mirror, what do you see?  Your controller?kawaiihogoshatenshi Your name? Ariel David Your age? 25 Your gender? male What is your preference? indifferent Where are you from? Israel Which languages do you speak? English, Hebrew, Arabic What's your preferred weapon? Sniper rifle (M89SR), Survival knife (Feldmesser 81), Semi-automatic pistol (Glock 19) When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Your controller? NykinaEverlynn Your name? Alin Nicu Your age? 22 Your gender? Male What is your preference? Men Where you from? Romania Which languages do you speak? English, Romanian, Italian, & Finnish What's your preferred weapon? A short dagger, Pistol, & Shotgun When you look in the mirror, what do you see?  Your controller? Tsunayoshi Sawada-chan Your name? Salvatore Batistella Your age? 22 Your gender? male What is your preference? indifferent Where are you from? Italian Which languages do you speak? English, Italian, French & Spanish What's your preferred weapon? Rifled Percussion-lock Muskets, Hidden Double daggers, Iron Claws When you look in the mirror, what do you see?  Your name? Jyri Pekko Your age? 20 Your gender? Both/ Hermaphrodite What is your preference? Both Where you from? Finnish Which languages do you speak? Finnish, slight English What's your preferred weapon? Sniper Rifle, and a metal bat When you look in the mirror, what do you see?  Your controller? Likleflvr Your name? Owain Pryce Your age? 25 Your gender? Male What is your preference? Neither Where you from? Wales (though he fought for the British) Which languages do you speak? Welsh and English What's your preferred weapon? Rifle, handgun, and a rapier When you look in the mirror, what do you see? 
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:31 pm
<~Kari Payne~> "The war outside keeps raging on." Kari looked out the window of the plane that her parents had been rich enough to afford as the she waited for the announcement that they could get off. The words that her father had spoken to her before she had left echoed through her head. She could still remember the day that he told her everything like it was yesterday.
His pale face had been even more grim than normal as he began to tell her everything. "Ваша мать и я не были полностью честны с Вами,"* he had started hesitantly. With that sentence her life had changed. She was let out of the large room that she had spent her life in for the past few years, and into the world above. Unfortunately, it was nothing like how she had remembered it. Now it was nothing more than a sad version of what it had been.
"Пожалуйста выход через дверь впереди самолета. Спасибо за то, что лететь с нами."** The flight attendant's voice stirred her from her thoughts and gripped the small back pack that she had brought with her. Without waiting for any more invitation she walked towards the door. With a sigh, she stepped onto the bullet proof walkway that led to the airport. Once she stepped out of this building her overpriced protection would end. That was what she had asked for, but was it what she really wanted? (*Your mother and I haven't been completely honest with you **Please exit through the door at the front of the plane. Thank you for flying with us) "Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:03 pm
How long was it he left home to go somewhere. It's been quite so long that he couldn't quite put his mind to it. Some of his deep reddish brown locks had blown in-front of his face. As he was just fixing his "claws", then pulled that long sweater sleeves down his fingers tips, it felt good. To just breathe in the fresh air. Back at home in Italy. Everything was so nice. Nothing was bad. That was all fake. Salv always believed that nothing was bad, like he was childish, and innocent all this time. Ignoring everything that clearly went on.
Around him. Just a clear blue sky, with a bright morning sun, and birds. Tweeting their music around. Now a days nobody, or anything was safe, even so. He always thought in a childish way about everything. More carefree. If your father was a godfather of mafia. What would you do? If you were the next heir in a Sicilian family. Run away from home. Start Anew.
So he decided to sing a song with french. Something Romantic. Sadly, he missed his mother the most. If only she hadn't died that day, when he was only a little thing. She was french. Those memories went somewhere else. While he was just walking around in a slight daze around this place. How long was it. When everything just went ugly. The central block, the forest, the sky, ocean.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:12 pm
Ariel David באין תחבולות יפול עם, ותשועה ברוב יועץ A permanent smell of death filled the air, blood, grime, and ash could be seen everywhere, and dead bodies lay randomly on the ground. The place was an absolute mess, just like every other city on the planet and yet here he was, stuck in the middle of it. It was funny really. He had read stores about post-apocalyptic worlds, but he had never thought he would see one. Even as the world was seemingly falling apart, he had trusted that Yahweh would save him and his people and that none of them would be stuck here in this horrid place.The young man frowned some at the thought and stared up to the yellowish sky. This place was a sad sight compared to what it used to be. He could still remember when he had first gotten here. The place had been gorgeous and the people had always been so happy. It had after all been one of the greater cities of the world and had been one of the few untouched by the war. You'd think that if they had wanted wanted preserve it then, that they still would've when the bioweapons started falling. He guessed not though. Ariel sighed some at this thought and looked back at the destroyed buildings. This place looked absolutely horrible. It was amazing really how far people would go just to defeat the enemy. Even he, who had previously been a sniper for the Israeli army, didn't go so far as to destroy priceless objects or people. In fact, he had prided himself on doing as little as possible to the area in which he was killing his target. People could be so...awful. The brunette zoned out some for a moment as he though of old times. He was soon snapped out of it though as he picked up a strange scent in the air.. He couldn't place it at first, but then it hit him. It was the smell of a fire, which meant only one thing. .. There were humans around and sane ones at that. It was a rare thing to come about and something to always take advantage of. After all, it was only so often you saw one. Where no counsel is, the people fall, but in the multitude of counselors there is safety
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kawaiihogoshatenshi Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 7:42 am
You best be quick, you've got to run
They're coming at you with their guns "Ahhh..." A long sigh left a pair of pale pink lips as a head full of brown hair fall back over a pair of narrow shoulders. Pale hand reached forward, fingers lifted up, palm displayed as the owner of the limbs did his best to warm up his hands with the heat of the fire. "*Ole varovainen, ettet polta itseäsi, olet saada hyvin lähellä." A soft voice spoke up, drawing the males eyes open to look at the speaker. Copper orbs locked on to dark brown, and a slight smile tugged his lips up. "Sinä huolestua liikaa, Jyri, olen kunnossa." The brunette replied back speaking back to his company in their native tongue since the other didn't understand much outside of his own language, English was not his strong suit. As if to prove his point he scooted a bit closer to the flames, so that the heat reached not only his hands, but now the front of his whole body, the smile turned into a mocking smirk as Jyri pouted at him. "Alin." the voice started to scold him, but Jyri seemed to give up before he/she even started, pressing pink lips together ebony hair waved back in forth as Jyri shook his/her head. Instead of speaking Jyri moved, coming to rest a crossed from Alin around the fire, though Jyri remained much farther away then the male did.
The two seemed rather comfortable around their handmade fire, soon an easy conversation picked up between them, it would see their were nearly friend, which was a relationship rarely seen in this time. Even rare when it was between people of a different race. But when ones life was at risk, you would find yourself making friends with even your darkest of people. Such had been the case for the two of them. They had aided one another in order to survive, it was a planed alliance only meant to last for a short time, but soon they found that they were much better off together then on their own. And since then the two had become partners, slowly become friends over time.
Watching the curls of smoke lift from their fire a small frown pulled at Alin's lips, "Emme voi jäädä pitkään. Tämä tuli houkuttelee ihmisiä." And people often meant trouble, avoiding trouble was the best way to stay alive. Jyri nodded "Kymmenen minuuttia sitten eteenpäin." They were always constantly moving, fire was a lecturer they only allowed themselves briefly. But sometimes those things were needed, they would wait for as long as it took to warm their bodies, ten minutes was as long as they dared to stay and that was pushing it. More then likely they would move on before that. Put out the fire and leave no tracks to be followed. But should they run into trouble each had a weapon at their side. Alin hide a short pistol under his leg, his dagger resting innocently against his side, the blade held at his hip with a thin piece of rope tied around his belt loop, and the handle. The fire reflected against the cold metal, the heat from it causing the dry blood on the blade to dampen a bit so that appeared much more recent the it truly was. As for Jyri a bat set at their side, his/her small hand curled around the end of it, only dirt covered the metal on her/his weapon, as the other liked to avoid a fight when they could. Against a close tree rested their large weapons, a shotgun, and a sniper rifle. It was a place they had marked as their exist so if they heard a rustle they would only need to reach out their hands and grab up their arms. And should they not have the time for that they had their other weapon close as plan B. Hopefully they wouldn't need too do either. If someone should fall behind
Just let their suffering slip your mind *Be careful not to burn yourself, you're getting very close.
*You worry too much, Jyri, I'm fine.
*We can not stay for long. This was to attract people.
*Ten minutes then we move on.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 8:48 am
Salv just got up on those abandoned railings of a train, then walked on them, he was quite good in gymnastic like sport. Usually even father called him a monkey sometimes. His daggers were well hidden under his slightly ripped jeans. He did a quick flips, now were on his hands, quietly watched the scenery. Upside down. Thankfully he's Musket wasn't in the way. Those lids closed as he walked with his hands down the railing with ease. They started to ache so he stopped doing it. For instant he thought he saw something from afar. Or when he was in the central spot of the city. That caught him off guard. Shock was gone. Maybe they weren't bad people. Or..if they were he had to use his weapons on them. Those claws, he lifted his hands infront of them, can be of a good use against one.
Or maybe two. Those were dropped to his sides. Why couldn't he play more. Why were people making fire. Wouldn't it make others around here come. Wondering what they were doing. Like a cat he sneaked silently. Then looked away to something else for a while. The beautiful sky overhead with it's clouds. A small came to his lips. French mixed with Italian came as he twirled slightly in joy. Just for now he wanted to use his native tongue, have a good life, also a sweet one at that. Maybe a peaceful one as well. A peaceful world with no calamities. Like he wanted. He could save these people. Another lie.
Too much lies he tell himself wasn't a good thing at all. Or being so innocent, childish, and sweet minded either. How did he survive anyways. lots of logical things he could've used was just written over his mind. Or arms. This place was corrupted with what they set off years ago. Killing every women, men, and children leaving out a few percent of population. To do what exactly. So they kill themselves off. Only few survive. That idea he never really liked from the beginning. From shock he felt tears as well. Wiping them ever so carefully so not to slash his own eyes out. That will be horrid.
At this year he could have became the next godfather after his father. Only few years to be exact. He still smelled burned smoke from where he was. Not near, but good to sense in a cautious manner. It was killed or be killed. Some sweat came from his skin. Making a jump when ever he have to do it again. Last was pretty gruesome. His first made him feel so depressed. Did he have any choice in the matter. No way in whatsoever. First was he hands passed just down to his thighs. Use this sheathed poison tipped ones. If necessary. The musket will be used if he really needed it. If he was ambushed. Need to run..well he can go to the park.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 9:57 am
)-(Owain Pryce)-( "Citizen soldiers holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair." Owain held up his night vision goggles and looked around. The night was still, almost too still. He hated the feeling that peace brought. It gave one a false sense of security. However, he refused to let this feeling take over. He had a job to do and he wasn't about to let a solider from the other side catch him flatfooted.
As he waited in silent anticipation, he could hear a tune in the distance. It wasn't one that he recognized, but that didn't really matter to him. It served as a sign that potential danger might have been approaching. He crouched down behind the wall of a building that had once been a family owned restaurant but was now nothing more than a ruin. His years of training had taught him how to be silent and remain undetected by those who meant him harm. He sat with his shotgun at the ready until the sound of whistling stopped."Standing guard for the ones that we sheltered, we'll always be ready because we will always be there."
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