So let's say, that all the different stories are true. For example there really ARE the X-men, Vampires, Demons, Fantastic Four. All that shit. If these people exist or existed. So now we go a few years down, humanity is on its way to destroying the planet, and the 'mutants' have almost died out. Why? They don't know.

Where you come in:
Your family, brother/sister/parent/uncle/grandparent IS a mutant, all mutants in the family have genetic memory. But sometimes happens and everyone but you is stuck with some kind of virus. What's so special about you? You're about to find out. Someone in your family, the strongest, most healthy, comes to you and explains that you with this <insert weapon here>, must CUT off their head. Can you do it? Will you do it? You must, because if you don't, you too will die and the powers will be lost.

Once you have killed your own family, you are now prepared with their knowledge and their experiences and skills. And more importantly their power.

[See Highlander for my theory.]

Introductory Post, My own character, 'Setting the Scene'

Name: Marc Ethence
Age: 19
Personality: MPD: 1 Crazy, slightly childish, eccentric. 2 Feels nothing, strategic, logical 3 quick to anger, insane rage, a bitch, impulsive
Prefered Weapon: Berserker Sword
Given Weapon: Hand scythes
Skill: Anti-skill [Area of 2 meters around me, no skills work, except my own.] Control of darkness and light
Powers specifically wanted: Teleportation, shapeshifting, various elemental control, mind reading, matter manipulation
Appearence:



Marc woke up. An average day? Sure. The aftershock of a recent earthquake was still shaking the house, and the occasional splash of water came from above. A few weeks ago, Marc had set up his own alarm clock, for whenever a new earthquake occurred. Too many a time had he been hit by something falling, no matter how much he nailed stuff down.

Standing up, Marc moved to his 'window' and moved across the plastic, glass long since replaced as too weak. The terrain was rough and destroyed, some animals that had been staked to the ground ran loose, and holes occupied the previous locations of others. He exited his room and looked around, everyone else was still in bed. He still didn't understand this virus, why was he the only one not affected? He checked they had fluids in their rooms and then went to eat.

Relaxing back in his favourite chair he tried to dream of days when it was easier, but he was still young and the world had always been torn in his life. There would be nothing better than this. Marc heard a thud and sprang up. For as long as he could remember he'd been taught various martial arts, and gotten quite proficient. His family had insisted, and it was training against his family that he'd gotten better. Even with this sickness, no one would make that kind of nose. Another thud. That doesn't sound like footsteps He thought to himself. He walked forwards, the floor not singing beneath him, as it used to. He moved up the stairs to his grandfathers room. He was the most able, the most awake.

Moving his centre of gravity to his back leg, Marc leaned out and curved his other leg to the door, kicking it open. He almost swung too far in shock, seeing his grandfather standing up, and holding some blades. Slowly they were taken out of their sheaths and new ones, ones that could be attached to shoulders or belts or legs were put on one. His grandfather turned around and presented them to him. "It's time." And then he knelt.

"Time? For what? Get up Grandpa..." Marc took a few steps forwards and then took the blades, for a second he was distracted as they seemed to be tinged with some kind of energy, electric to the touch. He looked at the different types of attachments and chose one for his back and then one for his belt. He shoved the others into various pockets. He started to look back at his grandfather. "So what's this all abo--" He was jerked suddenly as his grandfather grabbed and pulled hard on Marc's arm, forcing the blade the go through his neck and sever the head. Marc stared in horror as the head came off and fell to the ground with another thud. Blood it seems, was not plentiful in his body, as instead it shined and then moved towards Marc before he could dodge, it seemed to enter his eyes, ears, mouth and noes. He 'absorbed' him.

For a second Marc was floating. He was somewhat at the peak of his life, but now he felt energy like he never had before, something else was here and he searched for it. His vision blurred and it went white. Slowly everything came back into view, but it wasn't of the time he was just in, it was an old memory, that of when he had finally beaten off the rest of his family, to be announced the fastest and strongest. He had collapsed on the floor in tiredness, and his grandfather had started to talk to him. But in this memory, he couldn't see him. He could only see himself. Ah, he IS his grandfather, that's the memory. His own memory wasn't complete, he never understood or remembered enough.

"Congratulations, Marc, you are the best in the family, and for this you must face the truth.. no, don't wake, its easier this way, you'll understand later, I promise." He reached up and took a glass of water, sipped it, then supported Marc's head, pouring water down into it. "This is an antidote. It's kept under you bed. This sickness is a long time coming, and we've known about it for a while. As the youngest, we've been training you to outmatch all of us, as we are all going to die, and you need to take on our skills. My own skills is that of preventing other skills from happening. This will be the most useful. Wear the blades as you will, and your family will know. Your mother controls light and darkness, whereas the others are 'normal' they could if they wished, take these powers, but as the strongest, it is your right." He paused and looked into the mirror before them, slowly touching his skin, a sadness in his eyes. "I realise that if you ever see this, I'm dead, but worry not, go now and take what is yours"

Marc fell over, he wasn't sure if he'd been kneeling, sitting, standing or lying down, either way he was knocked across the room. He looked at his hands and the lack of blood or body. He heard around him the steady thu-thud of knees being brought down onto the floor. The steady pleading of 'Marc, I'm sorry' getting louder. He ran to his mum's room. "What.... what is this?" His mum just looked up and kept pleading. He looked at his hands again and practically screamed, his vision going red and his conciousness cutting out. He struck sideways and sliced off his mother's head, cutting the blade through the metal of the hinge. Stuck in this blood rage, he ran from room to room, absorbing his family and getting stronger.

Finally when the house was ruined he sat on the ground, he noticed that the house was darker, but he could still see fine. He looked up at the sky and noticed that around his house, or maybe even around him, the world seemed tinged with darkness, yet just around him it was brighter. As it got closer to night - had he really been out that long? - The darkness grew more solid until it was almost impossible to see around. He closed his eyes to the night, and hoped to wake up for a better day.

He slept long, and while he did, the darkness around him changed shape according to his mood and dream. Another person, such as him, trained to know the signs, was approaching the house and looking for him. This newcomer was large, easily a giant of a man, the muscles of him were immense. He seemed to wear a toga, or just a simple cloth. On his back was a massive sword, if he was 7ft this was near 8 or 9ft. With a massive scabbard to go with. He took a step onto the land that Marc was aware of and instantly became surrounded by a bright light. Shocked and angered at this, the man ran forwards to strike at Marc. Trained for a while in waking up at the slightest noise, Marc did, to the sound of running and the sound of a sword being taken from its holder and then the noise of said sword, falling through the air towards him. As it entered the area of anti-skill, Marc woke properly and flicked out his blades and stopped it in his tracks. The man staggered, gasping, that wasn't meant to happen. Marc grinned at the shock and struck upwards with his blades, cutting off the man's head. Again, he absorbed the skills, the life, the energy and the knowledge of the man.

Skill Gain: Strength and Speed
Weapon Gain: Berserker Sword


He looked at the sword. Marc was 6ft3. This was way bigger, and yet, it weighed nothing. He smiled and twirled it as easily as he had twirled the hand scythes.

Name: Kotaro Harken
Age: 18
Personality: Openly friendly, manipulative, blunt, experienced, logical, fiercely loyal
Preferred Weapon: Katana
Given Weapon: Katana
Skill: Hydrokinesis (control of water in all forms), Area-Awareness (like a radar, aware of everything within 10 meters, aware of peoples general location at 50 meters)
Powers specifically wanted: Wind control, Mind reading, Super Speed, Shielding
Appearance:

Name: Ichiki Tanken
Age: 16
Personality: Dishonest, slow to trust, passionate about her own goals
Preferred Weapon: Daggers
Given Weapon: Throwing Knives
Skill: Temporarily increased senses*, Slowing time**
Powers Specifically Wanted: Invisibility (in any form), Flight (be it through magic, wings, or an artifact)
Appearance: Link!
* One at a time; Strength can easily become weakness (e.g. bright lights when she's looking around in the dark)
** A method of gaining (what appears to be) unbelievable speed with less physical strain, I guess (though it doesn't work for nearly as long~)



// Do I have to do the intro thing about family killing and history eating?

Preferably yeah. Some how you have to get your families and/or friends' powers ... and to get the powers you have to kill them by cutting off their head. Just.. don't do it in the intro thread here... mine was just so that people would know what to put.. and Ronyo didn't listen to what I said...

If you don't want to go into lots of detail, you can just have like.. flash backs of it happening... oh and minimum posting is like 3 lines per paragraph, 3 paragraphs min.

Alright, she can have flashbacks. Screwing with time with an ability gained through something you didn't want to do... There are bound to be side effects ^^

I haven't done anything for the past three days. I'm completely burned out, somehow... You can expect something by next week, if I can pull myself together...

I'm sorry T__T *removes from post to reduce size*

Our characters don't have to meet for a while, so post when you can ^^... I keep having moments of great inspiration and creativity, so now I have a roleplay to put it into ^^

Well I can't post until someone else does o.O

technically you can... your just not meant to write the whole story in one go.. I'm sure that I could have written the entire lot, of me, killing family, various battle scenes, random filler and then killing off everyone other mutant... all in one go, but where would be the fun in that? My next post is going to include 2 other mutants, a fight scene somewhere, and then entering a town of humans as filler and background enhancer...

I just prefer to wait till someone else posts before continuing myself XP

oh okies... I might be a little while.. Dx.. inspiration comes and goes -___-

I have no problem waiting ^^

Ronyo... post something, if you need to get ideas, just post something and then put 'U/C' .. I'm onto my third post now... its in the process 3rd paragraph, I'm going for possibly 20..

Name:Jesse Neuse
Age: 21
Personality: Brutal, unforgiving, and cold to anything living outside of his little sister.
Prefered Weapon:Fists
Given Weapon:Spiked gloves
Skill:Enhanced endurance, strength, agility, and reflexes
Powers specifically wanted:Manipulation of the elements, greater augments to his natural abilities
Appearence:

I swear... I almost had a heart attack when I saw you posted here *jumps for joy*

One note, you don't have to even start in the same country as me and Ronyo, and if you look at the world, there are hundreds of thousands of mutants, just don't go too crazy on skill gain <_____<

I look forward to your posts ^_____^

I'm glad your excited that I am joining this, I think I am going to have fun.

Oh I won't go to crazy with the skill gain, in fact I plan on have him build them up one at a time mixed with natural training, I don't want a god character, just a badass =]

I'm going for god / berserker / mass murderer type....


Also Anti-Skill is unique to my character xP

It gives my character an unbeatable edge, that is almost godmoding, you just have to try and beat him with own 'human' skills, or leave well alone I guess, here there are plenty more fish in the sea and they are all coming for you and me... and Ronyo =D

Well when my post goes up you will see what I mean by badass but no god. I think you will like it.

I may end up adding a few other powers he gets but nothing too powerful.

Cool =D