Trad

IC:Jocasta swiftly dismantled all the spikes and worms. They looked awfully familiar. All too familiar. They were what she would do to hack into hi-sec files...She narrowed her eyes.She sent a, theoretically undetectable tracer.But a minute after she sent it, it disappeared and an error prompt showed up:"TRACER ABORTED"She grimaced."Johanna..." she muttered. "We meet again..."Madness began to stir slightly. "My...head..." he moaned.

IC:"What happened?" Ire asked.

OK, so here's what I've been doing and so go easy on me as this is still under progress. What am I, invisible?SKULDUGGERY PLEASANTERA OF CHAOS Introduction/Story Somewhere on Earth, Present Time Listen to the story of the Ancients and Faceless Ones. A long time ago... ( I don't know how long but let's say the time where humans became humans) The Ancients were the first people to discover magic. They had all the time in the world to learn the extent of their skills and therefore were very powerful. But far more powerful than them were the Faceless Ones. The Faceless Ones were gods. Not real gods actually, but they were god like beings. They were far stronger than the Ancients and could do many horrific things (tearing someone inside out, killing the world's strongest man with just a glance). They needed a host body to actually do all of those things, but if you happened to catch them without one, you would go insane, immediately. It wasn't fun for the host either. Their sense of self and personality was erased, along with their faces. Now, the Ancients had enough and fought the Faceless Ones, who won every battle, be it land, sea or air, until the Ancients constructed their secret weapon-The Scepter of The Ancients. Its power source was an enemy-detecting crystal, created by The Faceless Ones, which oddly did not detect the Ancients when they stole it from the Faceless Ones. Using the Sceptre, the Ancients succeeded in banishing the Faceless Ones from this reality. They were invincible. But all power came with a price. The Ancients squabbled with one another, and turned the Scepter on each other. When the last one realized the truth of his actions, he flung the Scepter deep into the ground. It is unknown what happened to him after that. Mevolent was a fanatical Faceless One worshipper, who wanted to let in the Faceless Ones into this reality again. Now let’s go forward in time, to the end of The War between The Sanctuary and Mevolent. Location Classified, 1800s Mevolent clicked his fingers and fire sprang into his grip. He looked at the shadows his fingers cast on the wall. He wasn’t one for philosophy, but he suddenly remembered the words of a philosopher, something about gods looking at the actions of humanity as we watch a shadow puppet show. If things tonight went the way they were planned, he would be one of the puppet show’s audience. He dismissed the flame and stood. He turned around and looked at Serpine, who was standing there looking impassive. “Serpine…” Mevolent hissed, an impressive feat for one with a nasal voice. “I suppose you are wondering why you are here?” “Yes, my lord.” stated Serpine simply. He clenched his red right hand. Soon. He told himself. Soon. Maybe his face betrayed a bit too much of his intentions, for Mevolent suddenly made a violent gesture and Serpine felt a vise-like grip enclose his throat. He fell to his knees, clawing helplessly at his neck. “Baron Vengous is dead.” The world, to Serpine, was going greyer and blurry….. “Why is that, Serpine?” the vise-like grip loosened and Serpine eagerly gasped for breath. It was barely enough for him to choke out the words: “I…..*gak*…don’t……*gasp*…..know…..” “Oh, but of course you know.” Mevolent paced closer. How Serpine despised him. Mevolent had no right to be with the Faceless Ones. It was Serpine himself who was more suitable to serve them, the Dark Gods. “You sent the Baron on a mission, a suicide mission, to kill Grand Mage China Sorrows, who was-is- surrounded by many high-power mages.” Mevolent spat those words into Serpine’s face. “You knew he wouldn’t come back. He could have refused the mission, but you sent him in my name.” “He had no choice but to go and get himself killed.” Mevolent made a lifting movement and Serpine floated into the air, suspended by the air itself. He struggled to break free, although he probably knew it was useless. For the first time in his whole life, he knew the meaning of fear. Mevolent laughed a ….well…malevolent….laugh, worthy of an entry into the Hall Of Evil Laughs (if there was even one) He made a tearing gesture and blood splattered across the floor and walls as Serpine right arm was torn off. Serpine wanted to scream, but all he managed was a whimper. “You wanted him out of the way for your ascension to power, don’t you? If Sorrows was killed, it was an added bonus as no one would be powerful enough to defeat me, won’t they?” He paused and pretended to think. “Oh, wait. There’s still me and Lord Vile, isn’t there?” Mevolent made another pulling gesture and the vise-like grip on Serpine’s neck loosened, enough to allow a tortured scream to escape from his vocal cords as his left arm was torn off. “Look at you now, Serpine. A spineless coward, filled with all sorts of tricks that will never be used again.” Mevolent leaned in and whispered in Serpine’s ear. “You know what’s your weakness, Serpine? Ambition. You are filled with it, but you lack the drive to fulfill it. Well,” Mevolent added, “You don’t need it any more.” The vise –like grip increased on Serpine’s neck and as Serpine blacked out, he felt his soul winging its way to the Faceless Ones. His last thought was, May an era of chaos follow my death. His wish would soon be granted. Months later, Mevolent was found decapitated. Lord Vile took over and started to rule the world with an iron fist. Somewhere on Earth, Present Time Now, I have no idea how this story will end, for the end is up to you to decide. Will you fight for the survival of humanity or will you bring about its destruction? It is up to you all now, my friend. Summary of the Story Before time, there were these mages/sorcerers called the Ancients, who had these horrible gods called the Faceless Ones. They were so horrible that they were kicked out of this reality by the Ancients. And in the 1800s, there was this bunch of insane people who worshipped the Faceless Ones (a.k.a Dark Gods) led by this especially insane person called Mevolent who had Three Generals working under him (Serpine, Baron Vengous and Lord Vile). They wanted, for some reason to bring back the Dark Gods onto this reality. And these mage government, The Sanctuary, was like “NO WAY!” so they went and had this War with the Faceless One worshippers, and they got defeated and pushed underground. Mevolent thought he had won, but was mysteriously assassinated and Lord Vile took over and started to rule the world with an iron fist. So now it’s your turn to finish this story. The Three Names The Three Names are the names every person has. They are the Given Name, True Name and Taken Name. A Given Name is the name someone is given when they are born from your parents. If someone finds out your Given Name, they can control you. This can be prevented by making a Taken Name. A Taken Name is the name a person makes up for themselves. The name you choose also protects the person from being controlled because of their Given Name. A person can only choose a Taken Name once. Once taken, the Taken Name immediately seals the Given Name. A True Name is the source of the person's magic. If the person knows their True Name, they can become very powerful. However, if someone finds out your True Name before you, they can control you. A way to stop this is to seal your True Name before anyone else knows it. However, most of us go about without knowing what our True Name is, but we can still tap into a small amount of power it provides. Magic Magic comes in a variety of types although they are classed into four types: Reaper (magic that affects physical body), Symbolism (magic that deals with symbols, the language of magic), Elementals (magic that involves the use of Air, Water, Earth and Fire) and Adept (a variety of different magics, such as Necromancy and Teleportation). The constant use of magic is said to rejuvenate the body, and extend a sorcerer's lifetime. The rate of age slowdown is not accurately known, but as Madness is over two hundred years old and appears as if he's in his thirties, so the effects are quite noticeable. As said earlier, True Names are the source of Magic. Every sorcerer has a True Name, and that enables them to use magic. However most of us go about without knowing what our True Name is, but we can still tap into a small amount of power it provides. Elementals Elementals are magicians that use the four classical elements (earth, air, fire and water) in combat and in leisure. · Air: Can be utilised to propel an object or oneself through the air by visualising the air as a series of objects and pushing at it, creating a gust of wind. It is also able to create solid walls of air and levitate objects. · Earth: Used as a last defence in extreme situations. Covers the user in rock and when coated the user will be trapped in this form for periods ranging from weeks to years. · Fire: Using friction to create a spark and ultimately a flame, fire is used as an effective projectile. The fire that is made can be manipulated as well as fire that was not made by the sorcerer. · Water: Can be utilised to perform feats such as walking on water to forming water from vapour. The uses of these elements can vary depending on the skills and creativity of the user. Adepts Adept mages have dedicated their life and magical potential to a single set of powers, although the scope of these powers might vary. Powers can range from burrowing underground to having an immunity to fire. Many Adepts have weaknesses that may cause trouble for them. An example is George Madness, whose Necromancy power is so volatile that he has to store and channel it through his pistols. Not all Adept magic is combat-related, such as Nye and Kenspeckle, who are doctors. Symbolism Symbol Magic is a special branch of magic that deals with symbols, the language of magic. One notable user of Symbol Magic is Grand Mage China Sorrows. Symbols can be placed either on the body as a tattoo, or drawn on to other objects. The signs are activated by a series of taps on them, and serve many different purposes. They can be used as offensive energy attacks, defensive walls, escape methods, and other miscellaneous things, such as making tea. Reapers Reapers are solely melee fighters because they view magic as a corrupting influence. They do possess some magic ability, but it is used in augmenting their already outstanding physical powers. Factions The Sanctuary Sanctuaries are the worldwide organizations that enforce the magical laws. All Sanctuaries have a Council of Elders that lead the Sanctuary, and are led by a Grand Mage. At first the Sanctuaries were unofficial. The sorcerers would go to the Sanctuaries to escape the mortal world. Over time, the sorcerers came up with rules, leaders and a code of conduct. Although the Sanctuaries have worked together before, there has been a lot of rivalry, particularly against Ireland, as it is seen as the main Cradle of Magic. After the War, all of the Sanctuaries were driven underground and are now fighting against Lord Vile. The main Sanctuaries are: · The Irish Sanctuary · The Japanese Sanctuary · The Egyptian Sanctuary · The American Sanctuary · The Haitian Sanctuary Profile Names: True: Given: Taken: D.O.B.: Gender: Mage or Mortal: Discipline of Magic: Equipment: Faction: Appearance: Personality: Bio (Short history of your character, explaining their motivations and reasons for adventuring, etc.): Weakness: Rules of the RPG · Obviously all BZP rules apply. · No "Leet". Really. It gives other people headaches. And you’ll look stupid. · No godmodding. Even a Faceless One has a weakness. I cannot stress the importance of this enough. · No teleportation, unless of course, you are a Teleporter or Necromancer. But then you have to know and have been at your intended destination. If not, walk or drive. · No bunnying (using other people’s characters as your own without permission). You are not a Remnant. · PM me on your character requests. · Be nice. No one likes a bully. · The Adept discipline is rather flexible, so you may create your own if you do not wish to follow canon. But I reserve the right to deny it if I find it too powerful. Punishments I don’t like punishing people, but these are the punishments for breaking rules. 1. A simple PM warning. A minor appeal. 2. A public warning. Shame on you. 3. A visit to Dr. Nye or Kenspeckle. Character out for a few days. (i.e. three ) 4. If your character is a mage, he becomes de-powered. If a mortal, a longer visit to Nye or Kenspeckle. 5. OK. All your characters will somehow die (I’ll think up of a way) and you are permanently banned.

IC:"Great." Madness ran, but the problem was the boost he could give himself wasn't high enough to reach the jet. But wait, what's this?He grabbed the hook on his belt. He jumped and swung it, causing it to catch on the wing of the jet."Hold..on..." he muttered through gritted teeth. He ran up a nearby tree and jumped, twisting himself and using the last of his powers to boost the jump. He landed on the wing and promptly fainted. The battle with Metallurge had taken a lot out of him.

OOC:No. The server had my post as a snack, so I forgot about the floor. Changed it.

IC: Madness was in a sticky situation. He had barely enough energy left, just enough to fuel his guns.But maybe if he created a mental barrier in Gap's mind? She didn't seem to have any experience in tearing down any mental barrier.He created a rather shoddy one in Gap's mind. There's no knowing what would happen.He used the last reserves of his energy to fire his guns and blast a hole on the floor near N-Ber.He ran towards it, hoping that N-Ber would get the idea.

IC:l"Of course. We are not immortal and for me, that's interesting." he said. " Now, tell me, who sent someone to kill a receptionist of the League and take said receptionist's place?" he asked. He readied himself. The answer he gave was very riskyJocasta tried to access her library and get it redownloaded into the database only to find several problems. First off, someone was trying to hack into it. Second, someone had implanted key loggers, spikes and worms into everything and signed it with their own signature.

IC:As the bullets of his own guns hit him, he quickly reasimmilated them into his own powers and stopped firing. He jumped back and seemingly punched the empty air between him and Metallurge. If an outsider looked on into this fight, it would seem that Madness had taken his name much too literally.But if another psychic looked on the fight, he or she would know that Madness had already constructed solid, yet reasonably easy to dissipate, constructs of hands and feet and controlling them. Madness kept fighting with the air at the same time, keeping an eye on the girl who could open wormholes.Jocasta in London had managed to ditch the stalker for a moment. She had reached her safe house.

IC:Madness didn't waste time. He dissipated the illusion, much to the shock of some villains.He then punched Metallurge, still holding and firing the guns in his hand.Jocasta had a prickly problem in London. Someone was following her again.

IC: Madness leapt out of the way. His suit offered protection from fire, but it wasn't enough for this job. This is now a special circumstance, he mused. He used the cover of the flames and the chaos around the whole place to create a temporary, lifelike illusion, which he sent to keep firing at Metallurge.Meanwhile, he sneaked behind Metallurge and got ready to go melee.

IC:"They wouldn't believe it anyway, Turaga."

IC:"Mine neither." said Ire, stunned.Katis looked at the dead body questioningly. "I know this may sound disgusting, but what if we dissected him?"

IC:"Great." Jocasta surveyed her surroundings. She was at one of the infamous stone circles. Stonehenge more likely. And if a psychic was about, it would be child's play to tap into its powers, she would be back at that bar by now, but unfortunately, Madness was at her wanted destination.She walked to the nearest car park and took a bus, to London, where she could get to another of her safe houses set up at various points around the world.Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Madness held out his hand and stopped the table. He swerved it around and the cutlery stabbed themselves deeply into them. He blasted that away and kept firing at Metallurge, advancing quickly to try and bring the fight to her. And if that didn't work, hyptonism or maybe the Insanity Scream would temporarily disable her.If he was lucky. Of course, his luck wasn't very good of late.

IC:"Well, fatface, for your information, it's in another world now, with Trad!" yelled Ire.

IC:Time slowed.Ire dodged in the nick of time and quickly sent a sound wave.As Katis descended, she pressed the air into something fairly solid and formed a wall in front of Soulgain. She activated her mask and shot forward, towards Ire.The sky rumbled.

OOC: I've changed Madness' movements.IC:Jocasta stood up and ran behind the cocoon of tables. She did a flying kick and hoped that it would land on Metallurge's backbone.

IC:Ire created a field of sounds as large as possible, hoping to knock Soulgain of his feet and far away enough from her.

IC: Katis flew into the sky. She used this to her advantage and exerting power over air, she composed all clouds into one giant cloud, hoping to get an electricity strike.Ire took the full force of the blast using her mask. She sent three piercing notes to shatter Soulgain's mask and armour.

IC:Madness stumbled and tried to get out of the way. At the same time, he shot rapidly at the cocoon of tables.Jocasta wrenched another tap and ran. She was on top of the werewiolf and swung it down, hoping to crack its skull.OOC:Was typing this at school, so everything went past as a blur.

IC:There is no use talking to an insane person. Reality is his own to manipulate.Ire took most of the blast with her Hau. She then sent three piercing notes to try and destroy Soulgain's mask and armour.The world exploded around Katis and she found herself flying through the air. She used this to her advantage. She manipulated all the clouds and compounded them into one, trying to create a lightning strike.

IC:Madness immediately created a mental barrier. The projectile deflected and buried itself in the ceiling."No," he chuckled. "I'm here for a drink."He took out Ice, and instead of using any metal, he channeled his powers into a solid form and shot the cocoon of tables, hoping to exert control over them.

ICKatis had to break off the cyclone attack, and dodge out of range from the knives. She activated her mask and sent projectiles at her attacker, along with three arrows.

Sound a bit like Kane Chronicles to me.

IC:What? was what Ire said. Exactly, Katis thought. Ire blasted that thing again with a wall of sound. Maybe that will knock him off balance.

IC:Jocasta ran and took another knife. She aimed carefully and threw it at the wolf's paw, the one holding the gun.