TFF Royalty Recruitment "Intro Thread" Competition

[LocoColt04]

Before you get all antsy, allow me to explain a LOT of things.

THIS IS NOT AN ACTUAL RP.

Any member who wishes to join TFF's official RP club, "TFF Royalty," should start here first. Yes, we are recruiting. No, we don't know how many new people we'll be accepting. Now, if I may continue...

• There is no out of context (OOC) thread for this.
• You do not need to post a character profile for this.
• Each aspiring member should write one introductory post to a "new" RP of his or her own choice. In other words, if you were to start a new RP of your own, you would post its intro here.
• After TEN DAYS of RP introductions, the thread will be closed and we (the current Royalty members) will discuss the various introductions and choose the best idea presented to us to begin the recruitment RP. Feel free to edit your posts as much as you wish until the thread is closed.
• Not all members who post here will automatically be admitted into the recruitment RP. Write to impress. Worry less about grammar and stuff like that, and more about ideas, description, and story elements.
• Once the recruitment RP begins, I will give further instructions.

Yep. Also, all RP forum rules apply. Be creative, first and foremost. Enjoy!

[Red XIV]

The world is covered in water. The land has sunk beneath the sea. Humans live in special cities, below the surface. These cities use advanced technology to maintain life; air, plants, electricity, etc. The reason for this is because of the Great Flood.

Years ago, the Great Flood engulfed the world in water. The flood destroyed cities, killed billions, and completely ravaged the world, causing the earth to sink under the sea. The survivors managed to develop technology that would help them survive under the sea. The engineer who made this possible was Steven Subvla. He created the technology with his two sons, and together, they created the city of Atlantis, which is the main city under the sea. Subvla and his sons are treated with great respect, and the people live in prosperity.

However, above the sea, bandits, thieves, rogues, and other vile and evil things, live on man-made water stations, and travel the seas in boats, destroying anything they see, for fun and profit. Some normal people live above the sea, in floating bases and cities. People still wish to fix what has happened to the world. Scientists live above the sea, in old research facilities, trying to find the reason of the flood and how to fix the world, if it is even possible.

But, now, in the 23rd year since the flood, evil rumors have spread across the seas. An evil has been released. An evil monster, the Leviathan, that has been terrorizing the Sea-Dwellers as well as the Sea Riders, killing and destroying, devastating everything. And along with this evil creature, strange peoples have appeared. These people have the ability to live under the sea, breathe in the sea water, and are very odd indeed. They are something like a cult, foreseeing the end of the world as we know it, that the Leviathan caused the flood and will finish what he started. These people have committed murders and other atrocities in their beliefs.

Steven Subvla wishes for this to stop. He tried so hard to fix the world and these people and their creature wish to destroy what he had created. Steven, with his two sons, round up a group of the best soldiers, fighters, gunmen, and others to help him in his quest to stop this evil. To head for the evil's home, a ruins in the deepest trench of the sea.

However, they would have to go through the many challenges of the sea to reach this land...

Steven begins gathering people and information in Atlantis and works on his two new inventions, the submarine, and an apparatus that allows you to breathe underwater, without special gears and whatnot. As he gathers information and recruits, evil spreads...

[Strong Bad]

Mel sighed and leaned back in his seat. He seemed to be aboard some kind of passenger train, though he didn’t quite remember how he’d gotten on it. Everything seemed fuzzy to him. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his legs. The train was full of shadowy figures, grim expressions plastered on their dark faces.

”Passengers of the damned.” stated a rather large man sitting next to Mel. ”We all are. After all… this is the train to the afterlife. The Doom Train.” He continued.

Mel raised his eye brows. ”What? What are you talking about?” questioned Mel, a confused expression claiming his face.

A brief grin appeared on the stranger’s worn face, then quickly disappeared. ”This is the train to the afterlife. You’re dead my friend. Everyone onboard is.” He motioned towards the other passengers. Mel looked closely at them… they seemed to be missing something… Hope perhaps?

”Haven’t you noticed yet? I figured it would be obvious… Take a closer look at their physical features.” suggested the Stranger. Mel took another glance… They seemed to have a strange aura about them… wait a minute… They don’t have bodies! Horror took the place of Mel’s confused expression. He looked at the stranger next to him and then himself. He held his hands in front of his face. His skin had been replaced by a dark grey mist it seemed. He could see the bones of his fingers through the dark haze.

”No way…”

”Yes way. It’s true. We’re all extinct, diminished, done for, dead. And this is the train to the afterlife. We should be arriving shortly… Take a look out the windows and see for yourself.”

Mel took a deep breath, of what he figured was air, and gazed out the dark windows. He could barely see anything. He cupped his hands against the glass and peered through. Nothing….wait.. wait a second.. What the!?

Fields and fields of souls; chained and marching to an endless fate. Mel swiftly turned around and looked at the stranger.

”What’s goin’ on? What’s out there?!” Mel questioned.

”Those are the wastelands. Souls trapped in eternal damnation. Not a pleasant thought, is it?”

The lights flickered dimly as the train rattled, swaying back and forth. The door opened at the end of the carriage and a strange figure seemed to drift inside. He looked like all the other souls, but instead of having a dark aura about him his was green and burning brightly.

”We’ll be arriving shortly. Prepare yourself and welcome to San Gloria: City of the Afterlife. May The Creator’s judgment be fair. That is all.” with that, the green spirit turned and went back through the door.

”Who was that? And what’s this about ‘judgement’?” asked Mel. Things seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.

”That is a Gate Keeper, my friend. It is his job to transport all the souls to San Gloria, for the rest of eternity. We don’t have much time, quickly gather your things.” said the stranger.

”My things..? But I have nothing.” Mel stated.

”Are you sure? Check under your seat.” suggested the Stranger.

Mel reached under his seat and felt around. Nothing. Wait.. He felt a small box. He looked around and carefully lifted it up, placing it on his lap. He looked at the stranger then back at the box, then opened it. Inside was a gun. The Stranger’s eyes widened at the sight, he gasped.

”What? What is it? It just seems like an ordinary gun…” Mel said as yet another puzzled expression found itself on his face.

”Look closely my friend. That is no ordinary gun.” Suggested the Stranger.

Mel took another look. The word “Revolution" was engraved along the silver, steel shaft. There was also a clip in the package containting….23, 24, 25. 25 bullets. Mel held it in his hand and balanced it, it seemed quite heavy. Suddenly the door started to open again.

”Quickly! Put it inside your vest!” Urged the stranger.

Mel shuffled around quickly and put the gun inside his vest and the bullets in another pocket. He closed the case and put it underneath his seat again. The door opened and the train came to a screeching halt. The Gate Keeper entered the room. ”We have arrived.”

Mel, the stranger and the other passengers were guided off of the train and into a massive train station. Mel had never seen anything in his life… well.. in his afterlife anyways. Busy souls of all kinds of different colours rushing back and forth. It seemed quite hectic, especially with the new arrivals. The gate keeper formed all the passengers into two person pairs and got them to form a line. They proceeded to follow him through the crowd and out onto a busy street. Wow. The sight was breath-taking. Buildings as tall as the eye could see. In the center of the city was an even larger structure, so large you could not see the ends of it; it seemed to span on forever. The word “Judgment” was written all over it. It didn’t seem very inviting.

Mel looked up at the stranger, ”Say, I don’t think we were ever introduced. I’m Meliegent. What do you go by?”

”Barret. The name’s Barret. Pleased to meet you.”

The two went back into silence, gawking at all the sights to take in. As the line gradually made it’s way in the direction of the Judgment building, Mel thought to himself… “Revolution"…

[2ndPower]

"Nature is merciless. All know it, especially now, in these times. However, things were not always this way. Many hundreds of years ago, things were much different than they were now. Open land was plentiful. The sun shone brightly, and the world was full of many animals. There was enough food to feed all the thousands of millions of people that were there. It should have been a wondrous, happy time, but mankind was not satisfied. They wanted more. As a whole, the race of man wanted more than was needed to satisfy them. It was their foolish belief that Nature existed to serve them, not the other way around. Thus, they harvested and grew, culling the land of all it had. Nearly six hundred years ago, they depleted all of their Petrol, a substance that made many of their wonderous machines work, yet still they kept harvesting and growing, ignoring the sign from Nature to stop. Soon, they depleted all their coal, something that can be heated for fire, and still the just harvested and grew. Quickly after this, they took away much of the space that Nature had left for the rest of the animals and plants, and food became scarce. Many had to die so that the more powerful would have enough. Yet they still kept harvesting and growing.

"Eventually, Nature grew tired of their actions, and struck back. First came the unbearable heat, scorching the land, and all those who resided on it. Disease swept all during this time, and a great many of the inhabitants of the land perished. With much of their number gone, man did not know how to fully utilize all the resources they had left, and much of what they had was simply strewn about, wasted. There were a few of the more machine-savvy beings who sought to change this, and built a new type of machine that they hoped would reverse their current condition: a Regulator. It was a massive undertaking, and they spent almost their whole lives on the product. However, when it was finished, it worked too well, blocking out most of the sun's heat from ever reaching them. That was the beginning of the Great Ice.

"Nature, of course, has a way of preserving herself. Though almost all of the living things died, some adapted themselves to the new climate. Grass, brush, and trees learned to poke through the ice, and some animals learned to search for these plants, and to withstand the cold. Mankind, at this time migrated into groups, and constructed barriers that kept much of the cold and most of the animals out. It was not long, however, before these barriers fell, and mankind was at Nature's mercy. And as I have said before, Nature is merciless. The species of man was reduced to a fraction of its former population. However, the survivors adapted, and persevered, although they lost most of their precious machines in the struggle. They drifted apart to form small nomadic tribes, and that is where we are today."

Kol-tec stood up and brushed the snow from his legs. He had heard this story many a time before, but it never hurt to hear it again. Besides, Sosen was not telling the story for his sake, but for the sake of the little ones who sat now before her, a story with a warning: don't forsake Nature. He stepped closer to the fire, to check on how his wolves were doing. They were waiting patiently while the women of the tribe seperated the meat from the bone and the fat from the meat of the tribe's later dinner. Nothing went wasted from a kill, hide went to make clothing and dwellings, fat was used for small fires and lanterns, bones and teeth made weapons and other necessary items, and everything else the animal might have went to serve the tribe. Naelen, Kol-tec's wife saw that he was watching them and gave a brief nod before returning to her work. Kol-tec thought she was smiling, but couldn't be sure as everyone was covered head to toe in layers of clothing, leaving only the eyes and, when eating, the face, uncovered. It was rare that anyone but the closest of family members and the tribe's medicine men saw much more than that on a person. Kol-tec whistled, and his wolves came running, their thick snowy-white fur flapping a bit in the breeze. He wanted to give them a physical check-over before it was time for dinner.

The next morning, Kol-tec arose with the sun. His wife and his wolves stirred around him. It was normal to sleep in small huddles like that, with family members and animals, if one has any. It keeps them warm during the unforgiving night.

"Arise." Kol-tec said softly, and his wolves bounded up. Kol-tec was pleased. Wolf trainers like himself were rare, and wolves trained to as high a quality as his were rarer still. He allowed himself a brief moment of pride before moving on.

He and his wolves boarded his skimmer, an object that uses sails, muscle power, and thin pieces of metal and bone to skate across the ice. As he kicked off, he noticed that most of the other hunters hadn't awakened yet. It was probably for the best. They were dangerously near the territory of the Jokow tribe, a group of people that would as soon murder and steal as make an honest living. Kol-tec, in his skimmer, could move around faster than the rest of the hunters, who normally traveled in groups, on foot, where they'd be more likely to be caught. He pushed off, and starting the day's hunting trip.

Out all day and nothing found, thus far, other than a small amount of berries which he currently had in the storage bin of his skimmer. He saw tracks ahead of him. It looked like the Jokow had invaded their territory again, as if theirs wasn't big enough. Kol-tec brought his spear to bear as he steered the skimmer around that area. Something caught his eye. There was a lone figure in the distance, although human or animal, Kol-tec could not tell.

"Ready." He said strongly to his wolves as he guided the skimmer in that direction. It'd be night soon, but he wasn't too far from camp. If it was an animal, they could use the meat, and if it was a person, than perhaps they needed his help. He prepared himself for anything as he drew closer.

[cetra_aeris]

Every thing was still and quiet.A young girl ran down an allyway.Mice and rats ran squeaking out of her way. Her footsteps landed with a small click in the damp ally.She turned left at the allys end and ran in the shadows of the street.She looked back over her shoulder.She quickly made a right and then another left.She slowed, as she reached a street lamp.She stood next to it and took out a small cellular phone.She fliped back her messy black hair, and dialed a number.She tapped her foot impatiantly as the phone rang.Finally someone answered on the fourth ring."Hello?"said a male voice.
"Shiro, is that you?This is Keika.The mission was a failure.",the girl said calmly.
"What happened?Where are Chris and Maniko?"
"I don't know.We barely escaped.The guards let lose some wild Chimeras.We split up and agreed to try to meet up at base.I think you should head back too.It's not safe on the streets any more."
"Alright.Thanks for the tip.See ya there."
"Bye.."
Keika shut the phone and put it in her pocket.Suddenly she heard a low breathing behind her.She closed her eyes and flicked her wrists.Two large daggers came out of her sleeves and landed in the palms of her hands.She opened her eyes.The large pupils turned to slits as she whirled around.A Chimera was standing there ready to attack.Keika smiled and twirled her daggers."Bring it on big boy",she said.The Chimera roared and lunged at her.Keika jumped up and front fliped, dragging her daggers sharp points through its armored back.She landed on her feet on the other side.She slide the daggers back in thier place and started running.She could hear the Chimera behind her.
Keika flew through the streets heading twords the edge of town.She slide and made a right into an allyway.She looked over her shoulder and smiled as the Chimera hit the side of the building falling before it was able to follow.She looked down the ally and saw a fire escape.Keika jumped and caught the ladder.She climbed up and ran to the top of the building.She looked down at the beast as it tried to find her.She watched as it gave up and went out of the ally.She laughed quietly as she made her descent.Those things have such small brains.They really don't make good watchdogs.Her feet hit the ground and she walked down the ally.Her footsteps clicked as they hit the ground.Slowly the sun began to rise as Keika moved to walk in the shadows, her long hair flowing behind her.

[LocoColt04]

Today is the eleventh. Six days left. Just a friendly reminder.

[King Fenii]

"Training, fidelity and discipline!

These are the three components that make the perfect warrior! What does that have to do with you, you ask? Well, you will find out soon enough. Get them lined up Ujia, and take off their blindfolds..."

Ujia:"Yes, sir..."

Another, much younger voice could be heard: "No, get off me! Leave me, you creep." The first voice said something in response to this: "Don't hesitate if they're resisting, Ujia." The man called Ujia questioned his superior: "But sir, they are so young..." His superior immediately replied: "I never knew you were so weak of mind, Ujia. Be glad there is at least one this room to finish the job." ~ "Sir, no!!" The sound of a gunshot ran trough the room. The room was totally silent for a short moment. They silence was broken by the deep-voiced man: "Eventhough you cannot have seen what happened, you can all guess it. And that is exactly what happens to people who resist. Let that be a lesson to you all! Now Ujia, get them aligned and take off their damn blindfolds!"

After all the people in the room were aligned and unblindfolded, they could see each other. All twenty-six of them could see they all had one thing in common; they were all male youths originating from the Island of Caldaze. Some laid eyes on the boy had just been shot, who was now laying in the corner. His blindfold was already taken off, and he was shot between the eyes. Many were disgusted and started to hate his killer. The deep-voiced man interrupted their thoughts with a foul laugh: "So, do you think you wish to co-operate, or share the same fate as your little friend here?"

The largely built man slowly walked through the room, inspecting the boys' faces as they were conveniently aligned in a single row. Suddenly, the man stopped in front of one of them: "What is your name, young one?" The youth wanted to punch his lights out, but couldn't, seeing his hands were tied on his back. So the boy answered with the first thing that came to mind: "What's yours, you f..." Before he could even finish his sentence, he received a devastating punch in the stomach by the man: "You will answer when questioned! But if you really want to know, my name is Daemon."

Daemon stepped back so that all the youths could see him: "Remember, training, fidelity and discipline will lead you to victory, nothing else!" One of the boys commented: "Bullshit!!" Daemon couldn't believe his ears: "Are you resisting? Uh-ha, haha!! Ujia...hand me my rifle..." Ujia hesitated once again: "Sir, but..." ~ "Quiet!! Hand it to me!" Ujia didn't disobey Daemon and handed him his short-barrelled rifle, which resembled a shotgun with its dual barrels. Daemon loaded the rifle: "Surely, you will all learn to obey after this..." He put the finger of his right hand on the trigger, looked the boy merciless in the eyes, and was ready to fire, but was distracted by another voice:

"What do you think you're doing?"

Days of glory have long passed. Ha. If you were to even mention the good ol’ days in a tavern you'd most likely be trampled and beat. Only 1 major city remains, and that city isn’t even worth passing into to wipe off the shit on your face and dirt off your ass. The streets filled with wandering children, raunchy and cheap tasted prostitutes, and the no future beggar.

Glorious Days of Old, how you have abandoned us as if we were molested orphans with bad attitudes. What did you even leave us with? A bittersweet aftertaste hanging in the back of my mouth only to remember the disgust every time I swallow?

All we have these day's are our possessions, and isn’t that pathetic? All I have is my pub/shop/inn. I split into 3 businesses to make up for the lack of customers in the others. I get by, but hardly with the skin on my back and underpants craning to get free from my crack. Business has been picking up, not that it matters. Even when it’s picked up its still low. Someday I'll have enough to move out of this bloody hell hole of distastefulness.

Still I'm sometimes left to wonder, is it worth it? Then I realize what I asked and reassure myself its not and go on with my chores. I’ve come too far in life to just give up and quit. There’s no where else on this continent to move to with my business anyway. Damn this life to its due fate. These men who are coming to 'close' up my shop haven’t been the first, but then again they won’t be the last. Does it ever stop?

-Gordan Binson, shopkeeper



*Scribbled at the bottom in fresh ink, but entirely separate handwriting*

'No, it will never stop and though you've passed on, your never forgotten, even and especially by us.'
-Trendo and McCullum

The broken hinges on the door swung loose, the damage unfixable. Ceasing to move or struggle was the shopkeeper on the floor, spine broke, face still leaking blood, and knuckles bent and stepped on. His hopes, his glory dreams, gone.
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ooc: I understand you didn’t want ooc, but I wanted to make sure people know. The men who had killed are 2 of the main RP characters. okie dokie. Thanks.

[LocoColt04]

Thread closed. Thank you for participating. We will now go over each of the posts one at a time in the Royalty club, so that each of you can see what we think of your posts. You'll know your strengths and weaknesses, as well as general opinions overall.

Keep watching the club and the RP forum alike, as the best intro will be used for the recruitment RP. Thanks, and sit tight!