The Rise of Dominant Brutality <Reserved>

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Name: Unknown
Alias: Nightmare
Age: Approximately 22 years of age
Gender: Unknown
Race: Human
Eye: Green-yellow
Skin tone: Pale/Fair

Resides in: An old church with 18 others
Group: Dominant Brutality
Position: Leader

Religious: Many think so

Commonly Used Item: Journal & Handgun
Gear: Cheshire Grin Mask, hooded long coat, boots, clawed gauntlets
Gear color: Black ranging to navy blue
Habit: tends to be seen eating red velvet cake and drinking lots and lots of soda
Hobby: strategy games, reading books, coding/programming

Personality: Strange, uses a voice changer to make it sound hissing-like and undefined gender. Helpful, and never seen in the day time. No one knows who this person is and it doesn't want anyone to now. Seriously secretive, eats tons of snacks but some how stays thin. It as well loves to joke around.

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The Plot: The world we were born in was corrupted after a war plagued the lands. No one could stand up to the two governments that took over the world. One took the south at a border the other took the north. Both powers were rough on the people and made strict ruling of the lands, no one could stand the corruption of the government. Two groups slowly began to emerge; one bent on taking over the world, the other bent on saving it. The good group lay in hiding, their leader had gone missing till a new one rose up. Disguised as something from a dream the leader slowly is rebuilding a once formidable group into a living terror against Oppression and Death. The world its modern and filled with grief and greed.

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Crackling and popping of fire sounded as a homeless man walked to a group of others. He sat down trying to get warm as a cloaked figure stumbled over and crawled closer to the man who just arrived. It was much shorter than him and curled up by him whispering. Who it was, seemed to be crying. The figure covered its face and held on to the man. The others looked to them and seemed curious, "What is wrong?"asked an old woman, "The child, lost its family."
"It's?" she asked. The man pulled the hood down to show the child's face was deformed, and it was disfigured, "It has no gender thanks to the men of the Oppression. The child was burned and beaten as a debt punishment of its family's money over due." the man covered the child up and held it close.

Twelve years passed that day and no one remembered the child but save for a person who worked as a writer for a slow working paper. A covering of dark red gauze covered its face, wore baggy clothes and kept in the dark. Forever given the ark trial of burden. No one was good to it save for the elderly folk it lived with in the basement of an old house. One night while working the figure was heading home, looking for a way to pay for a better place when it saw a church. Walking to the church it sighed and went inside. Its bandaged hands gripped the handle and pressed it down and went inside. The strange eyes looked around as it saw how damaged it was. Today it turned 18, this new find made it happy, no one in Oppression came here because of sacred grounds.

Looking around the figure saw a clear spot and went to it, kneeling it began to pray. Pray that one day this mess would end. Closing its eyes it bowed its head and tears fell as its voice cracked and creaked from damage. The memory of its family made it hurt and feel so alone. Looking over it saw something. An old robe. Getting up it touched it, gripped it, took it up and was surprised at how dark and strange it felt. A flash of something went through its mind, wide eyed it stood and removed its sweater. Its body was heavily and tightly wrapped in gauze, it put the robe on and pulled the hood on. It made a wheezed sound and went around dancing, this coat was nice and was somehow untouched by age. With a smile the figure ran about and soon was exploring. As it explored the figure saw something, artifacts from different ages. Gathering some different things it too, taking them and finding a crate it stuffed them all into it and took off. Over the next few weeks the figure continued its job but, but it was also working on something. Going away the figure lived in the church.

Gripping onto the handle the figure went inside wearing the hooded coat and blinked at seeing something new, rushing over it saw a box. Rushing over it saw a mask in the box, listing it up a strange flash went into the being's mind. Smiling it knelt down and hugged it reading the note. It was from the leader of some group, asking for the figure to take its place. Crying to feel a hand touch it's shoulder it looked up to see an old man, "You would do much better than this old man. Take that mask, and I'll train you into a force that no one will want to bide with. You will continue where I failed." it smiled and stood, hugging him. Crying tears that hadn't fallen in a long time. Being trained the figure took up the name the mask gave to itself "Nightmare" it went about trying to find others.

Oppression was hard to run around but having seen the defilement, Nightmare knew what to do. Though Nightmare developed a sense of humor that kept the government at bay. However, one day the old man was taken prisoner, never seen again. Nightmare was hurt, it lost its mentor. With a howl the being vowed to protect and one day... end tyranny.Though no one ever saw the bandaged begin ever again, they say the figure walks in the shadows of the old buildings, gathering info but also spending time with the orphans giving them a better life.

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Name: Raelynn
Alias: Rae or Lynn
Age: 19
Gender:female
Race: Humsn
Eye: blue
Skin tone: Fair


Resides in: inside a church with
Group: member
Position: member

Religious: Meh....

Commonly Used Item: sword and gun
Gear: Boots, a gun holder and a sword holder
Gear color: navy blue and white
Habit: tends to bite her nails when nervous, eats cupcakes
no matter what the mood she’s in.
Hobby:

Personality:


~Fiery


~Protective


~Loyal
~Hard headed
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Raelynn was in her usual 'uniform', she had her skirt on with a blue vest. just under the skirt she had a gun holder that was holding her gun and slung over her back was her sword holder that was complete with the sword and she had her usual black boots on. Sat on the ledge against the window, yeah she was that tiny. She was waiting for Nightmare. She took off the paper of her cupcake and took a bit before her blue eyes went back to the window, also she was just a member she found herself playing lookout and protector. She took another bite before she got up and walked outside popping the rest of the cupcake in her mouth and chewed before she set off walking around seeing how the day was going, most never suspected Rae due to the fact she was a girl, skinny and pretty. Most just overlooked her which worked in her advantage. She walked along sticking to the shadows taking in what she saw she she could report back to Nightmare, the leader.

So many people were discouraged to be out late, or early, it just depended on who was out. Even at times "what". Though for the group that resided in the old run down church it meant nothing, they didn't care but only if they got injured they stayed hidden. Lucky for them the area was run down and buildings old gave dark shadows for them to hide in. Even their leader, the rather weird Nightmare, loved the shadows. It never really came into the light, looking at it you could see why. The outfit was all black, save for the teeth etched and painted onto the mask. Not many knew why Nightmare kept the mask and long coat on save for the nurse, other than that not many knew much on their leader's behavior. Well Night did spend time with them, was friendly, helpful; but no one know who it was, what gender it had, what it's name might be, why it became a leader, it really was an enigma but somehow they trusted it. Trust it to help them, it always helped them.

Though it was trailing after the ones who spent its past and turned it into the thing it was, after a while it gave up and decided to check on one of the members. Shifting through the darkness Nightmare scanned for the one it looked for. Even the metal claws it had on its hands didn't shimmer, they were painted and stained black to hide the glint. Looking around the being soon caught sight of Rae stalking through the shadows. Rubbing its gauntlets together the being ran through the shadows and vaulted over things till it came up by her. It blinked behind the mask and lifted its left hand to tap her shoulder just lightly, the figure walked by her keeping closer to the darker half of the shadow creepily stalking like a joke by her. In its hand was a tennis ball, a little cork was shoved in it as well.

Looking around the leader poked her again, "Hiiii..." it said through the soft hiss. thanks to tampering with an electronic it made it possible so its speech wouldn't be burdened. All it has to do was barely speak and the device made it louder, to a normal or depending on a setting it put. Its gold green eyes looked about, "Find aneetin good?" it asked. If the mask had been off, you could have seen its lips curve into a little grin.