Gates of Atrocity

Jing

The King Of Bandits
Cold winter's and barren summers, Thats how Atroxia had always been. A peaceful kingdom with nothing to hide from anyone. It thrived on the many coal mines that lay under the city, and the abundant variety of wildlife that it's trappers had brought to it from around the world. The kingdom had a small army, Just something for show and to enforce laws with. The many rolling hills and clear starry nights made the kingdom a perfect place for people of any kind to visit or live in. It's founders laid the road for a tremendous way of life, and set an amazing example of how a kingdom should be. Never before in history had a kingdom accomplished so much...

...Never again...

One late summer's night, a soldier from the small kingdom of Trevious spotted a flashing light in the distance. It was beaconing from the kingdom of Atroxia. The soldier mistakingly let the incident pass, thinking it was just a torch of some kind being held by a peasant. In the morning he would come to realize his error, and how it would change the course of history for a lifetime.

When first waking up, The small band of scouts at a Trevious outpost were startled to see smoke in the distance. Far to the east smoke was billowing from The capitol city of Atroxia. After reporting this phenomenon to the the members of the council in The capitol city of Trevious, the men rushed towards the city, noticing that several cities along the way were not burned, but deserted.

Upon gaining access to the capitol city, Miday, The groups quickly dispatch several soldiers standing near the entrance. They were not of Atroxia, Nor did they bear any symbol that was even remotely close to the any kingdom's crest. The soldiers wore dark armor, and seemed to be the only one's around. They had been standing in the shadows. The men saw nothing more of the city than smoke, death, and more death. In the main chamber to the castle a carving had been left in the wall as well. A giant symbol with words under it. The word " VILE? " was carved into it.

The last event to happen that day was nothing short of disturbing. In the royal chamber of the castle, hanging from the staircase was a body, the body of a nobleman. Silas Gruentesc, the house leader of the high council of Atroxia. On his desk was a small notebook which contained a short account of the night before. Over the railing of the nearby balcony, the other soldiers gazed out at a deep, dark, hole, big enough to swallow an entire town. The soldier with the notebook read.

" Liuez 35th, third month of reckoning,

They have come for us at last, for the final time. Brucel tried negotiating with Zeno again but it didn't work this time. Zeno beheaded Brucel before he could say a word more. They came from the mines, all 600,000 of them. The entire army came pouring out of the hole in the middle of the city park. All i could do was watch in horror as they burned the homes of the peasants and cut down the innocent. It was a terrible sight to watch. At day break they all mysteriously disappeared however. Thats how they work, they kill by night, and move by day. To the person who finds this, please help us.... You must stop them... My work is done now.... You cannot see them durring the day... Lest they step in the shadows... You must stop them.... Please.."

shortly after writting the entry, the councilmen must have hung himself, not wanting to go on living with a kingdom in ruins.

Rules:

No god moding, pping and what not
Don't ghost
Do not machine gun post unless no one else is posting.
Romance... don't think we will have a problem, but keep it pg13
Also dont kill off other character's with out permission
You may have multiple characters, just make it obvious which character is doing what.

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Job: ( whatever you want to be )
Kingdom: ( where you are originally from, must have because we all came from somewhere)
Picture:
Bio: (Strongly suggested seeing as it gives you something to go back to when you don't have anything in your mind, But isn't a must)


Mine:

Name: Xeno

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Personality: Cold hearted towards most city goers, but respects and is open with travelers, soldiers, and mercenary types. Reguardless is hardcore-wannabe personality, Xeno is sort of shy when it comes to new people, But in battle you couldn't find a more reliable mercenary.

Job: Mercenary

Kingdom: Originally from Cardac, The snowy kingdom of the north.

Picture: Xeno stands at 5'11, and is a slim young man with dark black hair that hangs to his shoulders, deep sad metallic blue eyes, And a large scar on the left side of his face which he has had ever since the day he escaped the city of Liken, where he was born. He wears a black piece of leather armor on his chest with the sleeve's cut off to allow air in, as well as a dark black glossy looking pair or steel legging's, they are light enough so that he can move quickly in them however. In colder weather he had a heavier leather chest piece, which is near white, with sleeves to insulate him; with a pair of Steele legging's painted white. He wears a pair of light armored boots all the time.

Bio: Being 1 child out of 9 , Xeno grew up being neglected. By age 3 he found himself in a orphanage because his parents could no longer take care of so many children. He was quite literally abandon by his family. Left for dead in a back ally at only age 3 in the middle of a thunder storm. Images of his past would come to haunt him for the next 4 years. At the age of 7 he had began training at the military academy, the school which all children at the orphanage were required to attend. The government assumed that since they had no families, then they might as well be soldiers.

For years Xeno trained at the academy, being second only to one student in his class. The Cadet's name Xeno never learned, for the reason that he trained constantly. He knew only a face, The only way he needed to live. After all if he lived by faces, he could easily attach a name to it when needed.

At age 13 Xeno deserted the military academy, in a daring escape with one of his closest friends. Within moments of stepping foot out the door, they were nearly captured again when the alarm sounded. running on pure adrenaline, Xeno took a turn down a back ally, losing sight of his friend. As he slowly approached the city walls edge he slowed, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape now. He was captured, or was he? From the distance came a bright light, so bright it blinded Xeno and the soldiers running behind him. The next thing he felt was the sensation of falling. Falling and falling, Finally he passed out, he never felt himself hit the ground. When he awoke he was on a pathway, leading up a mountain, several miles from the city. Dawn was still breaking.
 

E.V.

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Name: Servi Pix
Age: 18
Gender: male
Personality: TBA
Job: fighter
Kingdom: Miami, hottest kingdom on the planet(that allowed?)
Picture:TBA
Bio: will be brought up as story goes on
 

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Name: Will be found out later in the story but he goes by the name of Ghost
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: He won't comunicate much with anybody. He likes to be alone in his thoughts. He will say anything that will seem important to him.
Job: Mercenary Gunslinger
Kingdom: Jhada. City of Warmth
Picture: He is 6ft tall and weighs 210. He wears a specially made armor for his class. His shirt is pure white with a black leather vest over top. His pants are black cargo with many pockets to hold what he needs. He wears a cloak on his back made of nylon making it light. It hung down to his feet, all black with his city crest on it.
Bio: At the age of 9 Ghost lived on a farm working to help his parents. They lived in the lowest part of the city. Barely hanging onto their house a noble came along and bought their son off them. The city was cruel in those days. The parents agreed and vowed to their son they would buy him back when they got the money. It never happened...
The next day after they sold him the city was raided. The peasants were all killed. The gate that lead to the upper part of the city was closed and locked. Nobody could get through. The nobles and others safely made it out through the secret passage. The man who bought Ghost, Sir Isaac Grenifhal, (Grin-i-hall), lead Ghost to a academy to train him to fight. After leaving him there he left with what money he had and ran to Cardac, the snowy kingdom of the north.
At the academy Ghost was trained on how to be a gunslinger. A special shooting class with high speed and agility. His teacher, Hans Crate, was one of the best gunslingers in the world.
After graduating the acadamy at the age of 20, Ghost, traveled back to Jhada to try to find his parents. He scavenged the ruins of the city and only found burnt houses and broken roads. No bodies were in sight. Dead or alive.
He left the city and headed to Cardac to find any jobs to raise some money. His trip was long and hard...
 
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