Forum Thread

"Technology, one of the greatest gifts to our society. The greatest way to connect to people from distance, f̷̲̺͐͘r̸͓̠̓̋͗́͜ơ̷̢̝̄͑͜m̴̺͖͉͓̆͆ ḁ̶̫̭̘̾̆͝l̶͍̫̻͝t̸̞̪̋̃͜͝e̸̤̟͖͒̏͗͝r̶̟̙̠̍̓n̷̞̳͂͝a̵̤͎̩̲̎t̷̢̯͛̔́̈e̴̘͈̾͒̂͠ ̸̫͊́̅̕r̶̢͈̱̩͐͐e̸̹̳̳̖͗͗́á̵͔̲l̸̰̤̄̈́́͊m̵̗͉̠̥̀̕s̷̭͌̏̋."


"Hey, Joshua? The recording is glitching again. Do you think you could help me with that?"


"Yeah, I'm on my way, just a second."


"Sorry about that, cadets. We've had a few technological malfunctions over the past few mo-"


Amber alerts, weather alerts, notifications for seventy different programs, all appeared at once, the same message displayed on each one:


Amber Alert:

Við erum á leiðinni



Weather Alert for Your Area:

Við erum á leiðinni



Instagram:

Við erum á leiðinni



Snapchat:

Við erum á leiðinni

"Technology all over the word is malfunctioning. Recordings keep glitching, uttering a strange phrase that nobody believed, words that no common people spoke. Mobile devices get notifications from every application on their software, simply stating ‘Við erum á leiðinni.’ Computers go into a coma like state, the message plastered across their monitors permanently."


A news report from three years ago, stuck on repeat until the television falls to the ground, out of the skyscraper it’s in and straight through the floors, one after another. Impacting the ground, it gets smashed by a piece of rubble it knocked down after it.

A grunt is heard, then seven tentacles fly from seemingly nowhere and demolish everything in a twelve-foot radius of the fallen television. The tentacles retreat, back into a four-legged terror, a slit in the top closing as many teeth disappear from view.

Thousands of these beasts appeared in Iceland, then spread across the world like a plague. More beasts followed. Two legged things that split at the left shoulder flooded after them, their tentacles sharp and venomous. After the hordes of those, strange blue portals opened, releasing more and more of the two kinds of creatures. For one whole year, that continued.

Then it stopped abruptly. The portals, previously sitting on the ground like a sinkhole, rose into the air and started moving. Creatures were pushing them along with their tentacles, forcing them to move towards the center of Africa, now a corrupted wasteland, discolored to a light blue coloration.

Two have already made it, but the others are stuck over the seas. What few survivors there are have witnessed strange things happening. One man claimed that the two portals that met in Africa fused, warping to become bigger.

The others out at sea have apparently started to spill out water borne creatures, those beasts pushing it along with ease. The survivors are the cowardly or the hostile, either hiding themselves and their children or loved ones from the beasts, or attacking them and killing them.

To add, not just those beasts came from the portal. Transparent cyan spheres shot from the portals, bonding themselves to the first human they contacted. They unfolded into creatures, ones from the Earth, and became physical. Each one took the form of the creature most similar to the host's own attitude. A scar appeared on the nape of the user's neck; the face of their soul forever engraved on their bodies. Some got them at young ages. Others got them when they were older.

The spirits seemed to reflect their host’s soul and mind, too. They sometimes taught their hosts how to use different things, like weapons. Swords, daggers, bows... Though, never guns. Guns attracted the four-legged things, as many poor men found out. This subtle piece of information seemed to spread like wildfire among the daemons...

1. No powerplaying/ Godplaying; Humans are the weakest living things left now.

2. Survivors are scarce, so there will not be any killing of survivors by other survivors, unless otherwise stated.

3. Hate the character, not the roleplayer.

4. I have the right to decline your form no matter what.

5. Respect me, I respect you.

6. Password is the translation of the message (See either Plot or Sneak Peek) that “they” sent.

7. No major side plots, please. I have a plan for this.

8. Your daemon will be the opposite gender of your character.

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“𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔,
𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕."
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Name: Aelin Myraxis
Nicknames / Titles: Maledictus
Age: 20 years
Gender: Female
Role Assassin
Personality:
Aelin is a very…closeted character. She holds others at a distance due to being stigmatized for many years. Usually coming off as cold, cruel, brutish, and aloof, Aelin's loyalty is hard to earn, but once you do earn it, she's loyal to the grave. Why you would even want to stick around her is a mystery. Aelin has always been a haughty and reclusive presence. Observant and headstrong as she is, she has a dangerous cynical mindset with no shortage of pride, sarcasm, or just plain defiance. You'll never find a fae more down-to-earth. Second chances to her are absolutely non-existent, and she’s known to bear a vengeful grudge that more often than not results in her killing the offender outright. Otherwise, Aelin has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor, happily picking light fun in a satirical manner. Aelin is very stern, direct, and cunning; brutish in a sense. Aelin is also rather...erratic? Is that the word for it? The most unnatural and natural things speak to Aelin in an esoteric language. She can listen to nature itself, and the shadows coo in her presence. But the most notable thing about her is how she can mask her emotions. Her eyes...they're haunted and ... dead. As if she's seen horrors that no child, no one should ever have to endure. And yet Aelin stands strong...even if she lost herself a long time ago.
Appearance:
Aelin is a lean and strong girl with dark storm-blue eyes that look nearly black and relatively fair skin. She comes in at much taller than average, about 5'9''. She has long ebony hair that is usually kept down - she also rarely cuts her hair so it drops to her collarbones. She wears a loose dark grey-blue shirt and leather jacket, as well as tight-fitting black pants.
Backstory: Rewrite later
Inventory Signature Armor — Twin blades
Voice Charlize Theron
Theme Song Darkside - grandson

Spirit Animal
Name Daedris “Weapon of God”
Overview Daedris is a cold, ruthless, sarcastic brute to say the least. His wolf form is considered the harbinger of the death she brings upon her victims. His build is rather brawny, packed with iron hard muscle and a very thick, well-groomed coat. His instincts are primal and dangerous, and he’s more than willing to get down and dirty even at the slightest provocation. That being said, its rumored that Daedris has more compassion than his spirit partner, and more of a heart and soul. He is loyal to his deathbed for Aelin. While his outer shell has the tendency to push people away, once you earn his respect, you’ll forever be under his wing.
Species Wolf
Tattoo The tattoo is located on the back of her neck. (xxx)
— voiced by jason scott lee

[ full birth name ] Clara Dilshad
[ meaning of forename ] latin name meaning 'clear, bright'
[ meaning of surname ] an urdu name meanig 'happy heart'
[ nicknames ] none

[ age ] fourteen years old.
[ gender ] female

[ physical appearance ] Clara lacks physical build and mass, her figure so small that she is in fact easily forgotten. Compared to most, she might as well be considered a shadow. Her height is a negligible five-foot-two, and her slender appearance tells a tale of either abstinence or neglect. Clara's youthful appearance doesn't stop there. Her face - with a light skin tone - is small and rounded, neatly framed by a loose mane of dark brown hair. A tattoo of an ermine is located under her hair on the back of her neck, going down to just above her ribcage. The locks are finely combed and lightly curled. Clara's eyes are a bold sage-green, and look absurdly innocent — a doe-eyed gaze if you may. Considering the entire world to be a danger of some kind, she is often spotted hunched over with her shoulders bent inward and arms bent in to hug herself.
[ notable traits ] inoncent sage-green eyes, small build, youthful appearance, ermine tattoo.

[ alignment ] Lawful good

[ personality ]

[ — ] : Shy, Meek, Forgetful, Childlike, Absent, Subordinate
[ + ] Humorous, Prim, Agreeable, Compassionate, Loyal, Guileless, Sincere

Clara can best be considered a shy and fragile spirit who nonetheless has good intentions. She hates confrontation, and is more likely to roll over and show her belly rather than fighting for what she has. It's unlikely that she will raise her voice beyond a tremulous yet rich alto, refusing to alter herself. Like most children, she tends to see the world through rose-tinted glasses. Her unusually optimistic view isn't just due to her youth, but also her absent way of thinking. Maybe it's because she's survived for so long, but the fae often finds some way or another to ignore the absolutely horrendous state of the world. Her attention is often drawn towards daydreams and wistful mysteries that fall completely outside the bounds of reality. It's rather unfortunate, but with the soft dainty figure of a graceful lady comes the added detriment of being rather prim. Clara likes propriety and sweet things, cleanliness and beauty. Such things are hard to come by in the apocalypse, but that isn't a reason for her sweet and sometimes stiff demeanor to come crumbling down. Clara is polite and well-mannered, her aura open and entirely genuine. She struggles to understand that people do horrible things to survive, and she casts them off as scoundrels and horrid sinners - people whom she strives to never, ever be like.

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[ daemon ] euthymios ( ancient greek name that means "in good spirits; generous" )
[ gender ] male
[ species ] ermine

[ other ] We are coming for you if you hurt this cinnamon roll, ya hear?

Username: Skye_in_daSky

Character Name: Karina Magirno [mah-JEER-no]

Character Gender: Female (she/her/hers)

Character Age: 22

Personality: Sly and foxy, Karina is ambitious and optimistic, often relying on her instincts and skill alone to survive. Logic only plays a part in the decision making about 50% of the time, but she's always careful and never too reckless. Always a lone wolf, so to speak, Karina prefers working on her own to finding a team, even if there is "strength in numbers". She prefers to stay hidden and sneak her way around the problem, instead of diving head-first and creating a bigger mess to clean up. Fairly responsible.

Appearance: Ginger-blond hair (naturally ginger with hair that was dyed blond a while ago, now faded streaks of it on the tips of her hair are all that's left [x]) that's long and wavy, used to be tied up in a ponytail but ever since her hair-tie broke she was forced to wear it down. Wears a pale green short-sleeved shirt that's loose around the sleeves, and black shorts that stop a couple inches above her knees. Her arms, legs, and face are covered in scars and barely-healing wounds, and her face is freckled slightly. Her skin is a shade of dirty brown, and her eyes are a silvery blue.

Daemon: Black & Red fox

Daemon Name: Zero

Questions/anything else?: Karina is pansexual but not currently looking for love. Both of her parents are dead, and her little brother (age 15) went missing four months ago. She assumes he's dead as well. Also, I'm a tad bit confused about the daemons and what they do/are. Could you please explain them in further detail? I don't quite get it.

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