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Tickles:
Plot
In the distant future, a viral outbreak caused a strange phenomenon among humans. The virus, known as Project Perfect World, was released into the atmosphere, bringing genetic mutations among the humans. Some humans benefited from the virus, others were harmed, and the rest were unaffected. A war broke out, and thousands of lives were lost as the battle between the chose, the humans, and the monsters rampaged across the land. Out of this, a group of chosen and humans banded together, and built the flying city of Utopia. 100 years has passed since the end of the war, and Utopia lived up to it's name since then. However, the under lands are in great poverty and turmoil. Crime is abundant, and those that wish to escape to Utopia have a slim chance. But Utopia is not all it promises, as a new threat lies in the midst, and could bring the entire country, and possibly the world, to it's knees.

Races

* Human
The humans that remain have grown immune to the virus, therefore, they have not been mutated. They are skilled workers, fighters, and pretty much anything they put their mind to. They are weaker than any of the mutants due to the lack of powers, but are able to use weapons and armors more effectively. The human lifespan is at 75-80 years.


* The chosenThe chosen are humans that gained powers from the virus, but have not changed in appearance. Their powers vary from each other, and no two are the same. The chosen have a weakness to lead, however, which causes their powers, and life force, to slowly drain. Standing around lead causes them to feel weak, and touching the metal can prove lethal. Chosen lifespan is 45-50 years


* Monsters
The monsters were also humans affected by the virus, but were transformed into grotesque beings. They have higher resistances to lead than the chosen, but can still be killed by the lethal metal. Their powers tend to be more physical, and don't vary as much as the chosen. Some monsters are slaves to the chosen, while others hate the chosen and humans alike. Monster lifespan is unknown.


* Robot
Robots were built during the war to help the humans when they became a minority. They behave the same way as humans, but can't go against any command they are given by their owner. Robots are built out of lead to be protected from Monsters and chosen, and can get uprgades that can improve their skills, especially in combat. Robots are durable, but are weakened by strong electromagnetic fields. Robot lifespan is ageless.


Weapons
The weapons allowed in this RP are ones already invented. I limit it to this as the lore of this Rp is that industry concentrated on building robots, and regular guns are effective on the mutated individuals. Such weapons are guns, swords, knives, arrows, pretty much anything invented. The weapons have a lead base in their ammunition, or blade, if they are specifically designed to kill mutants.

MAP:
Utopia is above Central City

Rules

* No godmodding at all. You will receive one warning. After that, you will be kicked out of the RP if it continues.
* All posts must be at least a paragraph long. A paragraph is 4-5 complete sentences. Any shorter will result in being dropped from the RP.
* Proper grammar and spelling must be used at all times. If it is character dialogue, then the rules do not apply, but must be easy to read, and easy to understand. Use Microsoft Word, or a spell check program to help you with editing.


* Your character has a life, which means they interact with people. They must be doing something, unless it has to do with a battle phase. Give them some personality. Time does not stand still at all either.
* You must post relevant to what is happening near your character. If there is a battle going on, you need to post on what you are seeing as that character, or what you are going to do about it. For example, Johnny stumbles upon a battle going on, he runs from it.
* Do not ignore other characters if they address your character.
* Be creative. Though this is not really a rule, let your mind run as you post, it makes for a good story.
Profiles are here- http://pokemon-universe.com/index.php/topic,4101.new.html#new
OOCC is here- http://pokemon-universe.com/index.php/topic,4102.msg96999/topicseen.html#new

JerryEDIT: Approved

Tickles:
(RP has Started)

Utopia lies asleep, floating silently vthe under lands. 100 years has passed since the last war, and everyone finds peace in this time. The streets of Utopia are gold in color, and the buildings silver as the moon. A simple scene of peace for everyone.

Mysterious man:Soon, our plans will come to completion, and I will rule everything. The new world is coming, and it shall be a magnificent step for Utopia.

Meanwhile, in the Underlands, crime is afoot, dangers lurk everywhere, and the people live in such squallier, they can barely make it a day without stealing, or killing. Who will you fight for, who will rise to power, who will fall, who will win the Utopia we strive for?

Other more mysterious man:We will gain what we deserve, for all of former mankind.

Aquashin:
In Utopia, on a courner of a popular plaza, bang sounds could be heard, even if not close to it, a store which had some chimneys and smoke coming out of them, inside, were a couple of people, all clients, behind the people and the counter, only one person was standing there, a young girl named Axyl, her hair was silver and long to her knees, she was delivering packages to the people in the store, namely, weapons and armor, she was a blacksmith there.

"Thank you and come again, my work will be allways perfect"

she received money from the people

Guard " Thank you sweetheart, if we get more guards or some of them ruin armors and weapons we will come by again"

the guards turned back but looked at her as they leave carrying alot of boxes, they liked to visit the girl because her beauty for them was out of this world, as she smiles and waves them goodbye, then sighs and gets her bigger than normal ahmmer, and the bang sounds start to be heard again through the plaza

Darkstar64:
I was laying down on my makeshift bed. Not much had happened today. The screaming of people being robbed, the loud footsteps of thieves running in the night, nothing out of the ordinary. I turned on my side, facing my weapon which was leaning against the 'wall'.

Me: I still can't believe I made that...

I don't even know why I did. The only thing it's good for is amplifying my powers, but I don't need to do that. There isn't any point in doing so. Yet it seemed like a good idea at the time. I turned to look away from it.

I made it so I could protect myself. So I could actually get food so I wasn't starving like I was tonight. So I didn't feel like these powers were for nothing.

But let's face it, they were. And I was probably going to die of starvation down here, and no one would notice, or even care.

I lay on my front side now, letting tears run down my face. I was going to die down here. There wasn't a chance of me making it to Utopia, or any chance of me living down here either.

Ayara012:
The sound of a sword striking metal rang throughout the clearing. A bead of sweat rolled down my face as I swung at the makeshift metal practice dummy before me. The sword struck, and I let it bounce back, using the momentum to switch attacks, now swinging with my left hand, and then jumping back to avoid an imagined blow. I had been at it for hours now, but it was no more than my daily practice. After this, I would have archery practice. Then book study. And then I would go and look for food. This place that I inhabited, here in the underland-it was better than many places. You could actually be out at night without being considered suicide-not that there was anyone around to do so. This was a secluded place. The humans weren't strong enough to live here, the monsters just plain didn't like it, and the robots only do what their masters order them to. But no where in the underland is truly paradise, or even safe. There was a town a half-day's walk from here, but I would only go there if I needed to-the place was filled with poverty and death, and as it is, I don't speak with people. There's no point. All they do is chatter and chatter and chatter about how horrible their lives are.
Tsk. In the underland, people prattle. In Utopia, they're corrupt. Ha.
I sheathed my sword. It was time for archery. I'd probably have to visit that rotten town soon-There are certain things that you can only attain from those poor humans.

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