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Name: CALLIE BETTO
Date of Birth: 24 August, 1992
Powers: Chlorokinesis - communication with and manipulation of plants.
Status: NEW MUTANT - AVAILABLE FOR APPLICATIONS.
![]() WELCOME TO A WORLD OF DISSIDENCEYou may not remember how long you have been here. In fact, you may not remember anything at all — neither your past nor much of your present. What is clear to you, however, is why you are here.You are a Chosen. Every minute of life, Creation is threatened; Order and Discord are constantly battling to overcome one another. It is a war that has been waged by the gods since the beginning of creation, with neither side having been able to achieve a permanent victory. It is said that such a win is impossible, but the gods are tenacious. The struggle became bloodier and more desperate than it had ever been before and the deities began to take drastic measures they had not considered before in order to ensure victory over their foes. That is why they chose you to lead them in this round of the fight. It is their hope that you will be able to succeed where they have failed. They brought you to their realm to do battle with their enemies and with fellow Chosen who have proven themselves to be dangerous pawns in the war. Now, dark agents of chaos from every corner of existence are very near to accomplishing their goal of plunging the universes in discord. The soldiers of light and order continue to fall and their armies have grown small and fragile due to changes of allegiance and transient deaths instigated by the legions of bedlam. Loyalty to those who have enlisted them no longer hold sway over the Chosen. In this our most critical hour, what will you fight for? | TAKEN/HELD | RULES | JOBS | APPLICATION | | DROPBOX | FAQ | |
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Fast forward into the future. Every single human on earth, either has the mutant gene dormant in them or is an active mutant. The mutant registration crisis is over but a new problem has risen. A couple of years back, a super robot named 'Master Mold' was built by a scientist named ' Dr Bolivar Trask' out of fear that mutants would take over and enslave humans. It's job was to create and give orders to Sentinels who's job was to protect humans and detain mutants who caused trouble. The only flaw in this plan was that Master Mold was too smart. It began to question why humans should be in charge when they were irrational and why mutants should only be restrained. Eventually it chose to do what it thought was right and re-programed all Sentinels to detain all mutants and humans alike and if they resisted, to kill. The humans/mutants that are detained are taken to facilities where they are either tortured for information, experimented on, kept in a cell till death or executed if considered too dangerous. Food, water and other supplies necessary for survival are scarce outside the facilities so surviving is close to impossible. To increase chances of everyone's survival, a Rebellion has been formed made up of both Mutants and humans. Together they are attempting to neutralise Master Mold and it's Sentinels, find and rescue detained humans/mutants and also to try their best to survive in a hellish nightmare world. Either way, no matter what you do, you will die. That is a fact. The question you must now ask yourself is, how will you die and for what purpose? | |
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You think you know London, its streets and alleys like the creases of your palm. You don't know all its secrets. In its depths are places to buy amulets and tarot readings, a talisman that permits the wearer to manipulate luck hangs alongside bottles of herbs and demon's blood. Books so ancient the pages are tissue-thin jostle against postcards of buses and telephone boxes. There are bars where the clientele don't just find the dim light flattering, but downright necessary, and the smell of brimstone lingers in the nostrils. There are corners and recesses where magic isn't trickery or sleight of hand, but blood and bone and flesh and you might -- you might -- catch sight of feathers pure as snow and light, if you know where to go. If you know how to see. There's a pitched battle being fought for this other London and your London besides -- one in which every human in existence is being counted in a gamble for souls, Heaven and Hell trying to tip the scales and grave-faced Librarians holding them steady. And all the time, people go about their lives with a little pinch of something extra in a London you'll never see. |
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