Maggots 'N Sirens

[yummyluc]

We breathe the smoke in which we could not
Our lips turned porcelain, cold to the touch
Carve a heart where it should be, earn your keep
Step out of our line, step into your grave
Many years ago, we could not imagine
Such tragedy, such catastrophe
Welcome, to a nightmare in which we see a dream
Pass the trial, stay distracted
Wait for the chemical to turn you rabid..

You are born, and scream your lungs out as the needle penetrates your frail skin. A bar code. It contains your date of birth, birth name, and birth parents.

It is your thirteenth birthday, and you stand on a podium surrounded but tinted glass, so dark you are barely able to see what is outside. You have with you your weapons of choice. But was it a good one? The trial was a blur. You passed. You scream as the branding iron sears you, injecting you with a chemical to run in your blood until you lose your mind. But you have done it, and return to your parents, tears staining your pale face.

It is your 18th birthday, and you are in the operating room, dazed by the anesthetic. Your screams are muffled by cotton as you feel the razor thin knife drag upon long-healed burn marks upon your chest, where your heart is supposed to be. Familiar tears spring in your eyes as you squirm. The doctor laughs.

It is your 21st birthday, and you are kicked from your home.

It is your 35th birthday and people are dying from the chemical. Turning them rabid. Sirens are the ones that stay tame until they've caught you off guard. Maggots are the one that clean up after the Sirens, eating your decay. Right-side up chest brands were the Sirens, upside-down chest brands were Maggots. This is what you learned. You're forced to join the military if you are male. Forced to help with reproduction and farming if you are female. Anyone in between or outside are organized as seen appropriate.
This is where your story begins.

||FORM||
Birth Name:
Alias:
Sex & Gender:
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]:
Age [13-40]:
Appearance [picture reference recommended]:
Back Story [if differing from above]:
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]:
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]:
Sexual Orientation:
Love Interest [if any]:

if you have questions, please PM me!

||MY FORM||
Birth Name: Arlyn Jaerel [ARE-LINN_YAY-RAL]

Alias: Rel Rylan

Sex & Gender: Male | Agender

Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Medic Apprentice

Age [13-40]: 19 years

Appearance [picture reference recommended]: 5'7 1/3", mixed, dreadlocks pulled back into a tight ponytail, light skin, generous freckles, thin face, full lips, large teeth, powerful hazel eyes, dark brown hair. Purple sweatshirt with a bright orange 'N' on the front pocket, gray sweatpants, black shoes with purple soles, face half smeared with charcoal. |LINK| (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/65/5b/68/655b68084953bbe312cf786403829a1b.jpg)

Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Arlyn is mostly seen as emotionless, almost looking like the bad guy. They laugh at morbid times and make awful jokes. They have the same monotone face and voice for most of this journey. Not even to their most trusted loved ones do they show emotion. Only until they can't handle it and explode. They deny affection or praise, not for modesty, but because it is what they were taught. They brush off crushes or love interests every now and again, and seem like ice, frozen solid, even cruel at times.

Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Medical Magic Staff
(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/elderscrolls/images/6/6c/StaffAlteration.png/revision/latest?cb=20120311105943)
Sexual Orientation: Grayromantic Asexual

Love Interest [if any]: Nah [possibly open to a worthy opponent]

again, if you've any questions, PM me!

[Hallowed Echo]

Birth Name: Jesse
Alias: Wolffe
Sex & Gender: Male
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Military
Age [13-40]: 19
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: Black shaggy hair with dull, emotionless blue eyes. He wears normal military uniform. He has a scar down his left side of his face starting at the top of eye and ending at the end of his chin. When he isn't on duty he wears blue and white flannel shirt with blue jeans and boots.
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: He is cold all the time. He is distant and often stares off into space. He never shows any emotions.
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Sword
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Love Interest [if any]: Open

[FadedShadow]

Birth Name: Stephanie(Stevie)
Alias: Hawk
Sex & Gender: Female
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Cook
Age [13-40]: 18
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/492649932987191/
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Quiet, funny, weird, awkward, intelligent.
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Compound Bow
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love Interest [if any]: Open

[yummyluc]

[both accepted, you can start roleplaying, if you like. this will be my starting post]

Another boring day in the boring infirmary tending to boring patients with boring injuries and boring lives. That was how things these days worked. Ever since the chemical outbreak, tame citizens were forced into boring lives, and once they were gone rabid, they were set free. Saying it would be "inhumane" to kill them. Weren't they the ones murdering barely even teenagers if they didn't pass some trial? Of course it was, your good friend Arlyn witnessed it first hand. They were now an only child, as their little brother didn't quite make it. But we won't talk about that.

Arlyn handed their mentor the syringe, watching the light softly fade from the patient's eyes as the anesthetic cut in. They were only there for the sanitary parts, and were to sit and learn once the surgery began, only occasionally being guided on how to do simple things. They weren't allowed to do it on their own until they'd graduated from an apprentice. They sighed, leaning against the table of tools, watching as the patient squirmed, then lay still.

"Stand back, Rel. Wouldn't want to get any blood on you," Their grim mentor spoke with such a flat tone, it seemed like they'd seen the same thing a thousand times. Except they hadn't. Yet, it felt as such.

Arlyn did as such, almost forgetting their alias, and making an audible groan from it. They sat and looked with bored eyes. They've seen this done, over, and over, and over again, only watching each time. Each time there was something different, but it never worked. Usually sped up the chemical process or completely declined any mandatory nutrients from entering the person's body. Arlyn didn't completely understand why the scientists weren't taking care of this, but they were probably trying to find an actual solution to this problem. Oh, I don't know, maybe stop forcing kids through that stupid trial and stop the branding and coding? They sighed in their head, still acting as if they were watching closely to the operation.

[Soddenfur]

Birth Name: Brian
Alias: Gunner
Sex & Gender: Male
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Military
Age [13-40]: 38
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: (Couldn't find a good image) Short black hair and blue eyes, some stubble. He has weary, worn eyes from the years of insanity he's gone through. He's somewhat stocky and sticks to wearing a white t-shirt, typical army shorts, and boots.
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: He's pretty stern and doesn't tell many jokes, but when he gets talking he's very friendly. During dire situations he gets very rash and will easily sacrifice himself to help the others.
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Combat Knife
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love Interest [if any]: Ehh, I doubt it, considering everyone else is probably gonna be like 16~23

[yummyluc]

[[ Soddenfur accepted! you may begin roleplay ]]

[EliteHotDog]

Birth Name: Charles Stevenson
Alias: 14
Sex & Gender: Male
Position: Military
Age: 40 (50 if ok.)
Appearance: Tall and lean, long hair, short beard, blue eyes, grey hair.
Back Story: He was a soldier, but he retired early because he broke his leg and it wouldn't heal properly, resulting in a permanent limp. Shortly after he retired, he became very sick. He was going to go to the doctor but then he was forced to re-join the military.
Personality: He's just like the awesome old guy that's always in a zombie movie.
Weapon of Choice: Shotgun.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.

[yummyluc]

[[ EliteHotDog accepted! you may begin roleplay ]]

[Hallowed Echo]

Jesse silently walked through the battlefield, his battalion close behind. It was awfully quiet, not a single enemy in sight. A gunshot went off nearby and one of Jesse's rookies was struck, killing him instantly. He picked up a discarded gun and shot at something in a tree, a branch snapped as person fell out.

"Stay by each other. They're hidden. Shoot anything that moves." He commanded as his battalion split into groups. He went behind enemy lines, discarding the gun and taking out his sword. A twig snapped and Jesse swung his sword, connecting with the nothing. Must of stepped on a twig He thought. He dropped his sword as a bullet struck his shoulder, he hissed in pain. He grabbed his sword with his other hand and continued to move forward.

One of his soldiers approached him, "The enemy appeared to have been killed already, sir. We are awaiting your orders, Wolffe." He said. He sighed, "Back to base." He said. Third time this week! Something's wrong. He thought as he led his soldiers back to base.

[EliteHotDog]

Charles limped into the barracks. He had just been out in the field and had used all of his ammunition. He took some slugs for his shotgun, and snaged a bow string while nobody was looking. He almost had everything he needed to escape. At the bunks he lifted the loose floor board and threw the string in.

[yummyluc]

The operation had ended fast, but not fast enough. Arlyn stepped out into the unrelenting heat, though it was no different than any other day. Since the outbreak, the season's had seemed to stop changing, only leaving heat and humidity. They called over their escort and guard, Ana, a heavy-lifting, stocky, and fast girl, who was no better company than a rock. They walked down the street together, as cars had been outlawed a few decades back, the reason unknown. So it was either bike or walk, and Arlyn had no interest in biking, so legwork it was.

The walk was silent. Too silent. Arlyn felt a chill shoot up their spine, and Ana looked concerned, but they waved it off. Something was coming. Something really, really bad. It was never so.. quiet, never so still. The battlefield was so close to the Wall, you could hear the gunshots and cannon fire. But not today, no. Something was being planned. Something bad. Perhaps they didn't know what, but it was definitely something bad.

[CinnamonCookie]

Birth Name: Leilah Sambor
Alias: ?
Sex & Gender: Female
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: seamstress
Age [13-40]: 18
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: Here (http://s1203.photobucket.com/user/Kinkerbella/media/sad-emo-anime-girl.jpg.html)
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Distant, smart, straight to the point, blunt
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: sword
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love Interest [if any]: Jesse

[Hallowed Echo]

I'm fine with Jesse being her love interest.)

Jesse sat down on his bunk and pulled out a pair of tweezers. He used them to pull the bullet from his shoulder, hissing in pain. "There." He sighed as he looked at the bloody bullet. He tossed the bullet aside and started sharpening his sword. He head hurt with multiple thoughts swirling in his head. "Something is out there doing our job. I want to know what." He growled under his breath.

"What was that, sir?" A voice asked from towards the door. He looked up to see one of his privates in the doorway. He shook his head, "Nothing important, Private. Just thinking out loud that's all." He said, bluntly. He got up and walked towards the doorway. "Is there something you need?" He asked. The private stepped back, "No sir, just passed by and heard you growl something that's all." He said and walked away.

[CinnamonCookie]

Leilah sat and sewed a new army jacket for no reason, just to keep her hands busy.

[yummyluc]

[you were supposed to wait to be accepted, but whatever, accepted, i guess]

Something hung in the air. Not a solid, real thing, but something of a bad feeling. Arlyn shook their head. They didn't believe in superstition or gut feelings, if something bad was going to happen, it would let itself be known. Still, the feeling bloomed in their chest, even as they clicked the lock to their building and inhaled a deep breath of the musty scent of what they called home.

"Go on, Ana. I'll call you if I need you," Arlyn told their bodyguard, who bowed and took their leave to their upstairs room almost silently. They shook their head, turning and hanging their bag and coat they'd carried on the rack in the kitchen, though, without any power, was useless. They'd turned it into their bedroom and office, as there were two other small families living there with them, and they needed all the space they could get.

They ran a hand over their coils of hair, tightly tied back into a ponytail, resting their face in their other hand before soon collapsing with their arms folded below them and their face buried down in them. The air conditioning didn't work either, so they've had to grow accustomed to the heat, but that didn't make it bearable. They all longed for a cold drink sometime, and maybe some fresh water. Ever since the stupid government experiments that'd ran wild in the city, good resources have long since been drained. Everything everyone had taken for granted, gone, left with nothing but the stuff that had landed in not even second place, but most possibly and likely last.

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||FORM||
Birth Name: Alyssa Burdock
Alias: ---
Sex & Gender: Female
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Seamstress
Age [13-40]: 19
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: boop (https://makeuptutorials.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/tumblr_nh9ys2pjul1qbrwjpo2_1280.jpg)
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Alyssa is seems distant and cold to those who don't know her , but deep down she's like a big ball of sunshine . She is kind to anyone , so long as you don't aggravate her - which is hard to do . She can be sarcastic and rude at times but that is barely ever .
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]:Compound bow
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Love Interest [if any]:None // open

[yummyluc]

||FORM||
Birth Name: Alyssa Burdock
Alias: ---
Sex & Gender: Female
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Seamstress
Age [13-40]: 19
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: boop (https://makeuptutorials.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/tumblr_nh9ys2pjul1qbrwjpo2_1280.jpg)
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Alyssa is seems distant and cold to those who don't know her , but deep down she's like a big ball of sunshine . She is kind to anyone , so long as you don't aggravate her - which is hard to do . She can be sarcastic and rude at times but that is barely ever .
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]:Compound bow
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Love Interest [if any]:None // open
[accepted! you may begin roleplay ]

[blank_bleh]

Alyssa sat crisscrossed against a dirty brick wall .Her black tattered jeans and leather combat boots covered in dirt and dust . Strands of her thick white hair falling in her eyes , as her nimble fingers worked quickly on an old sweater . She blew the strands from her face revealing her dark green eyes with flecks of gold and grey . Her thick eyelashes shading them from the sun. A wide smile plastered across her pale face as she worked . Sure things weren't that great but she couldn't help but smile . Even if it were for no apparent reason .

[CinnamonCookie]

She pricked her thumb with the needle. "Ow." she said softly. Then she got back to work.

[yummyluc]

It wasn't until Arlyn was a fourth of a way into their paperwork that they realised how quiet it was. No guns, no explosions, no screaming, no shouting.. it was almost... peaceful. The thought alone was hysterical, but that's what it sounded like. They tapped their pen against the desk to make sure they hadn't just gone deaf; exposure to the chemical would to that to you, and in the medical field, it wasn't uncommon anymore for the doctor to be deaf, most things were in sign language there.

What in God's name is going on? They wondered, standing from their desk and going outside. The sun was already set, just barely visible through the muggy skies, tinted a gloomy grey. They put on their jacket and stepped outside. They had to investigate. Something was extremely wrong.

They took off down the street, panic settling in. They had usually always been right about their hunches, so they were really panicked now. They didn't focus on anything, half tripping on a person sitting on the sidewalk, "Uh, s-sorry!" They said fast, hurrying to the gates at the front of the town. To anyone else, they'd been told to stop, but at the sight of a doctor, they assumed it was just business.

"Business," Arlyn murmured anyways, squeezing past the guards and to the dark front. As bad a shape, the city was in, it looked like paradise compared to the outside. Craters from bombs and grenades, decaying bodies, from the Sirens and Maggots to the dying soldiers fighting the war of the people demanding they open the city to people who need it.

The breaking of silence broke into Arlyn's thoughts. It sounded almost.. like a plane? No, impossible, transport like that had either broken down or been outlawed. But Arlyn was seeing it with his own eyes, something flying --no, falling! Something was falling from the sky. But what?They kept staring, eyes getting wider as it got closer. They felt a tug on their arm and went with it willingly.

"Doctor, please get inside, we see it too," A soldier said, pulling them back inside the gates and shutting them, "Just get to your home, tell others to get inside as well," She advised, sending him off with a nod before barking orders to the others guarding the wall.

And Arlyn took off running down the street.