Balance
created by classy_cat18
Thanks to Dr. McNinja
There’s a legend among the people of the planet of Earth:
In the beginning was chaos and violence. The power-hungry people of the world tore each other apart in order to gain full control. Then came the four gods to bring order and cleanse the planet.
Lord Dairyuu, the fierce dragon of yang.
Lady Kagetsubasa, the black phoenix of yin.
Lord Hanako, the kirin of birth and life.
Lady Tsukihime, the kitsune of death.
They made a world a blank slate and used it as their canvas, even repopulating it with their own “children” whom they named Daemons. Confident that the Daemons were void of hatred and violence, they took their leave.
Thousands of years later, the planet is once again teeming with life. No longer are there monstrous towers of steel to block out the sky, or smog to hide the sun. The technology that the Daemons developed is more advanced than the earlier people could ever imagine. Science balances perfectly with nature.
The Daemons resemble the former human species with one major difference: the powers that the gods gave them. Born helpless but steadily gain them as they grow, this power is a gift from one of the four gods and is used to support the world.
But the people fear a new god, a mysterious being that calls itself Chaos. Chaos was a purple-eyed Daemon that didn’t seem to develop any of the powers. Shunned and humiliated, he disappeared centuries ago, but not before promising doom on the whole world.
Stories started to float around of strange storms appearing from nowhere.
Of nature going out of control.
Of technology going rogue.
Of young Daemons with purple irises roaming the streets, then disappearing before they attracted attention.
People started to prepare for the worst. The worst is soon to come.
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Generals are usually well into adulthood (mid thirties and older), with their powers fully developed. Of course, they’re more powerful than lower ranks and have extended training. And they can be male or female.
Lieutenants have different roles. Some keep an eye on the city as well as the surrounding wilderness. Others teach students on how to use and control their powers.
Lieutenants are late teens and up.
The rest of the population is either ordinary working citizens or students (children and teens). Most working citizens were power restraining collars unless their job calls for their full power. All students wear them.
From 0 to 13, Daemon children are in the TR, or "Tabula Rasa" stage. The day before thirteen-year-olds gain their special powers in the first day of spring (which happens pretty much overnight), their eyes change color. The only way anyone knows what race they’re in is by looking in their eyes at that time. Other than that, they all naturally have pale skin and white hair. Parents usually want their kids to feel like individuals so they’ll cut their hair in different ways and let them wear weird clothes or even costumes. And tattoos and ear piercing are allowed since advanced tech allows the process to be almost completely painless. But no hair dying, because that will mess with the hair as it also changes color. The hair color, though, varies widely among them and can even be more than one color. Kids sometimes keep their TR style (as far as clothing, hairstyle, and such) even after the change.
After the big change, kids are switched to a special school with regular academics mixed with training classes. They wear special uniforms in the new school (red boarding school suits for guys, red and white sailor fuku for girls). Before then, normal elementary school.
The last week of winter has everyone getting lightweight, metal restraining collars that cannot be removed by anyone except a radio signal that the Generals send out in case of an emergency.
Name: Ichimaru Hotaru
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Race: Hana
Appearance: She's 4'5" with a usually cheerful expression. In her TR stage, Hotaru wears her hair in a high ponytail in the back, with a black ribbon tied to it. A double helix tattoo surrounds her neck. She wears a white blouse and blue jeans. After the change, her now mint-green hair is worn the same way, with a pale yellow ribbon instead. She also likes to wear flowers in her hair.
Personality: Hotaru is usually cheerful...when she's not panicking about something. Which is more than half the time. Worrying about tests, about being late, about forgetting something (or even the possibility of), and even random things. She'll also have short tempers during her bad days, which will definitely reflect in her powers (like random vines sprouting from the ground to trip people. But she's graceful for a Hana and can think on her feet.
Specialty: Plant healing and manipulation.
Relations: None yet. Waiting on others
Other: Um...can't think of any right now.
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"Okay, let's see..." my mom said softly as she tilted my head up. I groaned and kept my eyes tightly closed, as if keeping them that way will get me the race I want. "Hotaru, you'll be just fine. No more playing around."
I sighed and opened my right eye. Mom smiled. A bad sign.
"You're a Hana."
"NOOOOOOOO!" I howled as I rushed the nearest window. Spring green eyes. Why did they have to be so bright?
Mom put her hands on her hips. "Don't be a drama queen. There's nothing wrong with being a Hana."
"But...but...you're a Tsuki! And Dad's a Ryuu! Why am I a Hana?"
"You grandmother was a Hana, and a very good one at that. Now get dressed. You can't just mope all day. You have your first day at the academy, remember?"
"But I don't even have my powers yet! How come I still have to go?"
"You still have regular classes." She patted my head and left.
I groaned and sat on the floor. Mom told me about her first day at the academy. Today would be my first day and my first time seeing the awesome Lieutenants that taught there. But today will be an half-day since no one had developed any powers. This sucks. I won't even get my powers until tomorrow.
If you have a student character, he'll have the eye color change but no powers. This will be a way for us to get used to each other's characters.