Post by rook on Mar 22, 2008 15:21:22 GMT -5
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Forum Name: Angels
Category: Futuristic Anthromorphic RPG
Canon: No
Type of Animal/s Allowed: Anthromorphic animals of any species.
Fantasy: Yes
Rating: PG13-R
Member Count: 13
Date Opened: Mar 3, 2008, 12:36am
Activity: Just starting to speed up.
Banner Image:
Plot:
[Excerpt from Board Story Line]
"A hundred years ago the dragon, St. Dwight Lucent, along with his partners worked to found the island and to make this city the most progressive existence for it's people sense Atlantis was lost.
The Gates, especially were his greatest invention, they are living things protecting the city from the worst of the elements, the terrible monsoon seasons and all outward forces that it considered a threat to their well being, thus St. Lucent has never once been sieged.
The citizens, despite having lived in their freezing wonderland for a full seven years were still ignorant to all the secrets the island possessed, as well as it's true name. Dwight Lucent himself was set to reveal all of these to the public until one day he vanished without a trace.
Names, in this world are of great importance and with it's name lost to wherever Dwight had been spirited, the island seemed to lash out at the people that it had once sheltered.
Lost without their idealistic leader the city fell to pandemonium, and suffered scars it still bares traces of today. Between families, hatred was born, out of poverty advanced organized crime rose up from the crevices and the Gates which had been built to serve the city closed completely on their own accord to all outside sources, leaving Trade ruined and evacuation impossible.
---
From St. Lucent's old partners, pilots every one, there formed a Guild to replace the law that had been so easily shaken out of balance, The Guild alone had access to Lucent's notes and taught themselves the secrets of the Gates. Forcing the Gates to open and welcome in resources, they gathered and trained followers striking out into the city and protecting those who needed protecting, crushing rebellion, putting out fires and restoring order to a city fallen to chaos.
The public recognized the Hour Glass Guild as their protectors and leaders and as the vestiges of chaos faded they began to call them their Angels, the Guardian Angels of St. Lucent.
Despite recovering the notes, the Hour Glass Guild could not find the island's true name and elected to create an appropriate stand in to appease the Gates until they could find it. Christening the city St. Lucent after their lost martyr the Hour Glass Guild ruled forcefully but fairly for twenty years.
But this did not last.
Recognizing that Lucent had always meant his city to be a democracy they appointed a council of peers to rule the judicial branch, and took it upon themselves to control the executive branch, becoming the one lawful, military force of St. Lucent.
The Angels disappear into their secrecy, wiping away their trail as they come and go. They became an elite job class only the most skilled and intelligent furres could hope to join.
---
The Angels have dwindled, but their standards remain the same, rigorous training, complete dedication, a ritual of sacrifice, a withdrawal from the outside world,and an identifying mark are among these. Angels must take apprentices, and as the older Angels die away new ones must be instated before the threat that the Gates have divined settles down on their city.
Though things have settled uneasily in St. Lucent over the last fifty years, a disquiet still lingers, racism for half breeds and pure breed furres (for the species can intermix, and they have discovered this) abounds. Fights between old clans and families rage, rebels pack together and discuss anarchy with low voices in the Eastern alleys. '
And the Council, as a response to the outcries have grown increasingly feirce, their force and infamy beginning to rival the Angels themselves, unlike them however, they have become corrupt and power hungry. The Gates, bitter, have been the cause of more and more accidents over the past three years, and people are beginning to talk.
With ridiculous laws being instated on a daily basis and the council shifting the publics' faith in the Gate's themselves, the coldest winter that they have yet to know descends on them and the search for the island's true name becomes not only a quest for the right to live here, but for their very survival."
Staff Spots Open: Numerous, comes with experience and trust.
Location of TC's Banner: In the bottom scrolling "Listings".
Forum Name: Angels
Category: Futuristic Anthromorphic RPG
Canon: No
Type of Animal/s Allowed: Anthromorphic animals of any species.
Fantasy: Yes
Rating: PG13-R
Member Count: 13
Date Opened: Mar 3, 2008, 12:36am
Activity: Just starting to speed up.
Banner Image:
Plot:
[Excerpt from Board Story Line]
"A hundred years ago the dragon, St. Dwight Lucent, along with his partners worked to found the island and to make this city the most progressive existence for it's people sense Atlantis was lost.
The Gates, especially were his greatest invention, they are living things protecting the city from the worst of the elements, the terrible monsoon seasons and all outward forces that it considered a threat to their well being, thus St. Lucent has never once been sieged.
The citizens, despite having lived in their freezing wonderland for a full seven years were still ignorant to all the secrets the island possessed, as well as it's true name. Dwight Lucent himself was set to reveal all of these to the public until one day he vanished without a trace.
Names, in this world are of great importance and with it's name lost to wherever Dwight had been spirited, the island seemed to lash out at the people that it had once sheltered.
Lost without their idealistic leader the city fell to pandemonium, and suffered scars it still bares traces of today. Between families, hatred was born, out of poverty advanced organized crime rose up from the crevices and the Gates which had been built to serve the city closed completely on their own accord to all outside sources, leaving Trade ruined and evacuation impossible.
---
From St. Lucent's old partners, pilots every one, there formed a Guild to replace the law that had been so easily shaken out of balance, The Guild alone had access to Lucent's notes and taught themselves the secrets of the Gates. Forcing the Gates to open and welcome in resources, they gathered and trained followers striking out into the city and protecting those who needed protecting, crushing rebellion, putting out fires and restoring order to a city fallen to chaos.
The public recognized the Hour Glass Guild as their protectors and leaders and as the vestiges of chaos faded they began to call them their Angels, the Guardian Angels of St. Lucent.
Despite recovering the notes, the Hour Glass Guild could not find the island's true name and elected to create an appropriate stand in to appease the Gates until they could find it. Christening the city St. Lucent after their lost martyr the Hour Glass Guild ruled forcefully but fairly for twenty years.
But this did not last.
Recognizing that Lucent had always meant his city to be a democracy they appointed a council of peers to rule the judicial branch, and took it upon themselves to control the executive branch, becoming the one lawful, military force of St. Lucent.
The Angels disappear into their secrecy, wiping away their trail as they come and go. They became an elite job class only the most skilled and intelligent furres could hope to join.
---
The Angels have dwindled, but their standards remain the same, rigorous training, complete dedication, a ritual of sacrifice, a withdrawal from the outside world,and an identifying mark are among these. Angels must take apprentices, and as the older Angels die away new ones must be instated before the threat that the Gates have divined settles down on their city.
Though things have settled uneasily in St. Lucent over the last fifty years, a disquiet still lingers, racism for half breeds and pure breed furres (for the species can intermix, and they have discovered this) abounds. Fights between old clans and families rage, rebels pack together and discuss anarchy with low voices in the Eastern alleys. '
And the Council, as a response to the outcries have grown increasingly feirce, their force and infamy beginning to rival the Angels themselves, unlike them however, they have become corrupt and power hungry. The Gates, bitter, have been the cause of more and more accidents over the past three years, and people are beginning to talk.
With ridiculous laws being instated on a daily basis and the council shifting the publics' faith in the Gate's themselves, the coldest winter that they have yet to know descends on them and the search for the island's true name becomes not only a quest for the right to live here, but for their very survival."
Staff Spots Open: Numerous, comes with experience and trust.
Location of TC's Banner: In the bottom scrolling "Listings".