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_√ Bloods. Crips. Always a war between the two. People would always whisper, "Just kids giving their race a bad name.." They never meant white kids. When they say kids, they mean all those of Italian, Hispanic, Haitian and African decent. It was always their fault. They were to blame for gang violence and drugs. When a white boy was caught for gang-banging, people would say "Oh, it's just a misunderstood boy. Give him another chance." But if it was a black boy, the tables would shift violently; it was the complete opposite. When you live in somewhat of a dystopia setting, whether it be Queens, Brooklyn or Detroit, you'd recognize them. You'd recognize a Crip as well as a Blood; the Cholos are a different story, but everyone.. and that means everyone knows of the Latin Kings. A group of nasty Latino/Hispanic boys from down south who have ardent tempers and a keen eye for anyone who isn't inked in their traditional tattoo of a five point crown.
So here we are, in good ol' Atlanta. Home of good food, good dancing and gang-banging 101.In the center of the violence was a school with each corresponding race. And peace was held there, for a period of time. Eventually the Bloods and Crips--and most possibly some other gangs--would snatch up the youth that was left untagged by a gang and taint them.[ incomplete ]
_√ Plot two:
One young man. One big, notorious gang. After coming to a near death experience, he tried to lay low. His best friend who had been with him, thick and thin, decided to follow him. It was then, he noticed his brother's sister--a young woman. She wasn't interested in gangs, or gangbangers, but he was sure as hell interested in her. It was then that her brother mysteriously went missing, and he knew why--a drug deal went wrong, and a gang had been holding him hostage. He lied to his sister, telling her he had just went on a small business trip. But all the while he watched her. Stayed with her. He was so determined, he nearly slept in her bed. He wasn't sure if he was just being protective.. or obsessive. And that was beside the point--her brother.. his best friend, was probably being tortured. Obsession... or realization?
_√ Plot three:
Two opposite gangs, always feuding, fighting over territory. One had enough. They sent a young woman in, hoping they'd accept her so they could learn more about their enemies. A young man, no older then her, was her mentor. He showed her the ropes, but was slightly surprised that she knew more about the business then he thought.
[ ✖ ] lεgεиd of zεldα : тp [ ✖ ]
There was this legend.
A legend of a great, spiritual beast; a shape-shifter. For thousands of years it had laid dormant after being sealed away by the several sages. That millennia ago the beast terrorized all lands—from the snowy mountain tops to the north as well as the lush forests to the south. It took several shapes, morphing into some of the most grotesque creatures in Hyrule along with the most gorgeous beauties. Its goal was quite simple, however—to draw all life from the land and feed its ever-growing appetite for competency. It reaped the land, drawing all natural energies from the tillage. At one point it had completely destroyed the once ambrosial Gerudo Desert, leaving it barren with peru sands and abysmal, bottomless rifts in the cracked, dry earth. That was simply one of its attempts.. and look at the massive damage it caused. Just one visit to a vital source in the desert and it engrossed every last drop of its power in less then five whole minutes. If it could to that then just imagine what it could do to all of Hyrule with the allotted time. To make matters worse, no one knew of its existence. They named the desert’s destruction a natural disaster as well as a natural cause. The being left no traces of itself and left as quickly as it came.
The sages found this mysterious rectification of the desert highly suspicious and far less then natural.
They sent the great Sage of Spirit to inspect the sudden cataclysm since this was her designated region to protect. This scrutiny was done performed in secrecy as not to startle the other Hyrule inhabitants or vex them. Her only findings were these strange markings in a chamber deep below the Arbiter’s Grounds—a lost chamber meant for the decapitation of spirits far stronger then Ganon himself. She could not decipher these markings though she kept a thorough record of them, however, leading off in hopes that this would not happen again. Though they had peace for a fairly long time, things were happening.. odd things. Important stones were being stolen, and at one point, the Triforce had been snatched. Only the sages were able to follow the trail of the thief—a Shiekah. They had absolutely no clue that a clan so close to the royal family would ever purloin such an important artifact. He fled to the Temple of Time where all sages decided to seal him. The Shiekah raised the Triforce to the heavens, only to cease all breath; his heart stopped pounding against his ribcage. As his body cascaded to the ground the chamber grew dark, and there, standing affront of the sages was a beast. Its form.. it could not be described though it was far more then massive. The sages fought one epic battle, and when they thought the end drew near, they went out on a dangerous limb and risked all of their lives to open a portal—it drew in the beast quickly. Its claws met with the earth, kneading and clawing though its efforts were futile. The portal devoured the creature. The sages had believed that it was lost in time, however, that was not the case—it was lost in the land.
Those thousand years had passed. The time was current—evil had arisen and fell countless times over and the royal family had only grown, giving birth to the to-be prosperous princess Zelda. The cataclysm that Ganon had caused, the earth to upturn and cause several tremors through the earth—this was like a Morse code. Far off, deep underneath the darkest depths of the Gerudo Desert was an alcove. It was dark but exorbitantly large, hosting hundreds of small tunnels. The main chamber was excessively capacious, hundreds of chains falling from the ceiling. In the center of it was what seemed to be a pond. It was nearly twenty meters thick, though despite the density, it was clear to see into the crystal waters below it. This, from a legend that was created over thousands of years, was said to be the key to the revival of the Gerudo Desert; the lost waters that had seeped into the earth during the creature’s draining of life from the barren wasteland. There, floating dormant and held by the multitudinous chains piercing through the diamond-like ice was the spiritual monstrosity. Slowly, but surely.. it was regaining its consciousness after the three thousand year hiatus. Its powers were slowly returning to its lifeless body. However.. from the deep, icy holds of the water it could observe Hyrule with its strengthened efficacy, causing entropy and chaos. The prophecy, written by the sages after their passing, was hoped not to come true. Over the years, the prophecy was turned into a lullaby for young Hylian children.
The gods just hoped that this prophecy would not restart.. or rather, continue.
[ ✖ ] ιycαитнору [ ✖ ]
Plot one: Basic story, right? One minute your riding down an old country-side road in a brand-new Benz and next your ride is trashed. Not only the vehicle, but the rider too. A young woman merely was driving home from work during a mild rainstorm when a dark figure loped in front of the car. Immediately she pulled back on the steering wheel, causing the car to spin-out down a large hill. The bumper was scrapped; useless mangled shrapnel. The driver however, wasn't as lucky as the front of the car; despite the efforts of the airbag, she was clinging onto life. Broken bones, torn flesh. The only color she could see was red, and the rippling pain of death preparing her body for hell. Red turned to black. Conciousness ebbed. But the creature she nicked felt responsible for the human's death. Even though it was a great, griping beast, it had slight remorse. With deafening strength it pried the metal of the car apart, producing the female's mangled corpse. It examined the corpse, then without anymore hesitation clamped its cast iron teeth into the girl's flesh.
-------* this roleplay is meant to be very long term and very intricate.
-------*It will probably entitle side characters
-------*It's very practical, and will summon some mature subjects
Plot two: Being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Always fun. A young woman was merely taking a decent stroll among the trees, on a cobblestone path when she was attacked, demeaned to nothing but a tattered body. Attacked, however, by what. Her assailant was massive and furry; the last thing she noticed before blacking out was a set of large, white eyes piercing her own. When she had awoken, she was was wrapped in tight bandages compressing her shoulder that was nearly ripped open. She winced. Veering off down a set of old stairs, a winsome young man was perched in the kitchen. "Good afternoon, princess."
Plot three: Two clans. A raging war. Centuries it went on... more and more people grew tired and aged from it; causalities, deaths... some grew upset. Few disconnected with the clan. Two, from each faction, ended up meeting unfortunately in a small wager. In a twist of fate they ended up traveling together, learning of the one other clan that was trying to take advantage of the two at wars. All the while, completely oblivious that they were born enemies. Even when love was developing in stead of hatred.
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