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| [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:100px; height:150px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:117px; height:153px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:30px; margin-left:-23px; margin-top:-5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:117px; min-height:153px; padding:2px text-align:justify; color:COLOR2; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.2px; line-height:100%; text-transform:uppercase]YA KNOW -- DRAGONS AND ZOMBIES MIX P WELL IDK. you'd think surviving an apocalypse would be really easy with dragons but what if those dragons were only babies? Babies who barely knew how to use their natural abilities? Babies who aren't even taller than you? Just ferocious little companions who might bite your nose off during their temper tantrums. Okay, you get it by now. This is a serious roleplay with lots of danger and some violence and light gore so be prepared for that c: Just be advanced, follow FF rules, and you're good to join![/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:none; width:250px; height:150px; margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px; margin-left:20px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:270px; height:155px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:35px; margin-left:-25px; margin-top:-7px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:270px; min-height:155px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; color:COLOR2; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.2px; line-height:95%;]It took only five days for America to succumb. Mass hysteria was the new trend, and it seemed everyone was wearing it. The government allowed the country's people to fend for themselves, instead fleeing to their remote islands of safety. When the rest of the world crumbled under the apocalypse everything grew... Quiet. What happened, exactly? You see, the Infected are the result of a sudden outbreak of a mutant Cordyceps fungus that now affects human beings as opposed to merely insects. The fungus reportedly originated in South American crops; various radio stations support this claim. The fungus infects the human brain, growing mycelium inside the brain tissue and killing the brain's cells. This erases their memories and drives them insane, modifying their instincts to seek no goal other than spreading the spores to others. Eventually the fungus will kill its host, and will then grow out of the host's body to spread spores. As you could imagine, public reaction to the Infected had been catastrophic. As the vicious fungus took hold of the majority of the population, the worldwide pandemic caused the total breakdown and destruction of society through widespread violence; the failure of martial law to contain the outbreak, the military's increasingly violent efforts to censor information, and the near-extinction of humankind. Twenty one years have passed since then. In the year 2037 technology has not had a chance to evolve. Our numbers have been dwindling -- women feel unsafe, refusing to allow any children of theirs to be raised in such a cruel reality. Men die risking their lives to feed their families. Children stray too far from their camp, the curiosity of the unknown feeding their desires. There is no hope for the dystopian society, therefore those who survive must find a new reason to live. In a quaint neck of the woods our characters have been drawn together by one similarity -- each muse has bonded with a dragon of the same nest. The Serpentine Alliance disbanded years ago after the apocalypse spread and they were forced to reveal the truth of their whereabouts. The remaining dragons, having been hunted for centuries, fled to remote sections of the world. Each of our characters found an egg five years ago, and after the creature hatched, it became apparent their futures would be greater than the rest. Their destiny is to bring back the dragons and restore the Serpentine Alliance... While also escaping zombies, angry hoards of survivors, and the government all at one time. [hr] [b]MUSE A |
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(18 - 22 ) has been searching for the unknown their whole life. Everything that was told to them has been questioned ten times back. They sought what was not meant to be found, and feared they may fade into oblivion without leaving their mark. One day they came across a warm rock hidden within a mossy stump. Had they not been paying attention it would have been easy to overlook the object. Their rock had hatched into a highly intelligent Wyvern, capable of communication, hoarding objects, and a lover of riddles. At five years old he stands at four feet tall and ten feet long with a wingspan of eight feet. Barely able to fly with uncontrollable powers, he's more of a nuisance than an advantage. His usual hue of golden brown can blend into any environment, while from his throat he can conjure the breath of fire. RESERVED pour moi MUSE B ( 18 - 30 ) has been running from trouble their whole life. within the large city of new york they had been involved with a gang who promised to care for them. when things got tough, the tough got going. now that the new leader in command was a psychomaniac, B knew they had to split. on the outskirts of the city, on the roof of an abandoned building, they found a rock too hot to even touch. Their rock had hatched into a highly intelligent Wyvern, capable of communication, hoarding objects, and a lover of riddles. At five years old she stands at five feet tall and eleven feet long with a wingspan of ten feet. Her scales resemble that of dried blood -- matte scarlet. Her wings can lift her from the ground, but not for more than a minute. She has the ability to conjure impressive amounts of fire from her throat. RESERVED pour gandy MUSE C ( 16 - 20 ) has been staying put their whole life. They lived in a safe zone where you couldn't really complain about life. The small community has been going strong for years. C never felt the need to venture from their cute little abode, preferring to live with their parents to spare themselves the trauma. They became separated after the Infected slipped through the barriers, forcing C to flee. Hiding in a pond out in the forest they found a cold pearlescent rock. Their rock had hatched into a highly intelligent Wyvern, capable of communication, hoarding objects, and a lover of riddles. At five years old she stands at five feet tall and ten feet long with a wingspan of seven feet. Her reflective scales appear ghostly white in the shade, but glisten a rainbow shine as soon as she hits the sun. Her wings are much too small to lift her, therefore usually remain tucked against her body. She has the ability to conjure impressive amounts of frost from her throat. RESERVED pour bubba MUSE D ( 18 - 30 ) has been stuck in the clouds their whole life. Ask them anything and there is a good chance they have read a book about it. They rely heavily on science and fact, never finding anything such as fairy tales to be interesting. After their library home was overrun by an aggressive group of survivors, D wandered the streets in search of something new. One day they stumbled upon a foul smell coming from a broken car. Sitting in the backseat was a rock with the aroma of death. Their rock had hatched into a highly intelligent Wyvern, capable of communication, hoarding objects, and a lover of riddles. At five years old he stands at four feet tall and nine feet long with a wingspan of twelve feet. His scales are painted a sickeningly pale shade of olive green. His wings allow him time in the air, where he usually prefers to stay. He possesses the ability to spit acid from his throat. RESERVED pour stormy [hr] [color=#692929]THE INFECTED: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE |
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