((Note: 1 cycle =ish 2 days))
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300000 cycles ago, the Knights live in a wondrous land. The Clockworks were open to roam and explore, and death was a mere annoyance. The air shimmered with light and hope, and that hope drove the Knights to the Core.
But this dream, the dream of continuing the long forgotten life lost in the Crash, was a foolish one. The Spiral Order decided to make one final push to the Core. Their forces swept through the remnants of other lost empires, not stopping to think what had befallen them. They reached the Core... only to find it sealed.
Crushed, they wandered the Clockworks for many cycles, hoping that one day, their Deities would save them and unlock the Core. New technologies were developed, new weapons and armors. The amount of wealth grew steadily. Great clans, the names of which have been lost to history, sprung up and organized great adventures in to the lower regions of Cradle. It was a time of peace and prosperity.
But it was not fated to last. For somehow, a single knight was able to open the Core. No one ever found out the secret, as the poor young knight was instantly vaporized. The contents of the Core spilled out, slaughtering the inhabitants of the Clockworks, and mutating those left alive. The remaining knights, their lives crushed once again, fled from Haven, hiding for their lives from the contamination that was spreading. Then, without a sign, whatever had been in the Core returned, having destroyed any evidence of what it was.
That was 300000 cycles ago, and now we live out our lives, hoping that we can reclaim some fraction of what we once had.
Isos Stranwi strolled out of the Library tent and looked up at the sky. It was a smoggy, ugly grey. The little remaining vegetation was dead or dying. Sick and wounded knights were everywhere, their moans piercing the air like some horrible, sadistic chorus. There was not a single shred of happiness within a hundred miles.
But, relatively, it was a beautiful day.
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((There's my introduction to a new Fan-fiction, set in a post-apocalyptic version of Cradle. I hope to be putting out a new chapter every couple of days, but I am often really busy so don't start begging, it just gets spammy. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.
Application Bio:
I will only accept a limited number of applications. Please, if you submit a character, try to make them not just the stereotypical hes-nice-and-loyal or hes-ruthless-and-unforgiving and the backgrounds should be more than his-whole-family-died-one-day-now-he-wants-revenge. They need their own motives and reasons, so they're not all re-portrayals of the same character.
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Gender:
Skills and Specialties:
Rank and Division (subject to change) :
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Death acceptable?
And here is a current list of known council members; you won't know what this means yet, I suppose.
Cepheus: Council Head
-Cepheus is the official head, though he has no more control then other council members. He tends to be a bit stuck in the old ways, and refuses to accept that a change in tradition might be necessary. This trait makes many find him annoying, although all regard him as an intelligent and strong leader.
Brastan: Head of Military
-Brastan is a bold, daring, and often over the top kind of soldier. His strategy most involves going in and fighting, so he leaves the planning up to others. While he is certainly not the brightest of the council members, his skill with a blade, gun, or bomb is unmatched, and no sane Spiralian would fight him in a duel.
Cercis: Head of Scouting
-Cercis is the newest member of the Council, having only been there for about three 100-cycles. She still is a little un-acclimated to the council seat, and often defers to the more senior members. When she does have something to say, she tends to wait until everything is on the table before speaking.
Uceru: Head of Information
-Uceru is often thought of as mysterious and closed, but in reality he can be quite nice once you know him. His hidden appearance is simply a result of his long training in Information, where he learned when no to talk about his work.
Rokelyer: Head of Development
-Rokelyer is often dwarvish (is this the Tolkien form?) in both stature and in personality. When he is not in his lab, tinkering away at some new invention, he is supervising the many Spiralians in Development, making sure new weapons are up to par and that old weapons are correctly restored. The little time he spends outside of the labs mostly consists of loud arguing and joking around, and he is usually the most jovial and relaxed during council meetings.
Sytisus: Head of Medical
-Sytisus has dedicated his entire existence to the sole purpose of helping others survive. In a world where the air is practically toxic, even a small wound could quickly become fatal. As such, the need for good medical care is very high. Sytisus can provide this care. Before he came into the council, a semi-major slice in armor, such as that caused by a Gelixi dagger, was fatal 38% of the time. He revolutionized the medical field and decreased the fatality rate to 6%. He is also one of the few Council members, along with Rokelyer, who actually partakes in their respective fields.
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Great beginning ... I like how you set the scene for what's to come. Because the story seems to be set so far in the future, I'm really curious to see what it is you have in mind for it.
... although I can't quite figure out how to pronounce your character's name. XD