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[Tyler and Hobbes]

It was the year they willed the world to end. More specifically, it was 1914.

La Trompete

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An Eschatalion

Paris, 1914

They all calmly stared, each one secretly calculating the distance to the nearest exit, incase anything became amiss. Along with every one of them being a leader in the Neo-Holy Empire, from the Junior Minister of Trade to his holiness Pope Pius X himself, all were members of the order that congregated now: the Destroying Angels. So it would come as something of a shock to see all of them in one of the most devilish places that had ever plagued the earth.

The Moulin Rouge, a nightclub famous for its customer’s debauchery and lust, has long been closed on orders of his holiness, the Pope. The memory of all that had occurred there has still not been burned away; the stench of alcohol and perfume still chokes the dust-ridden air.

There they stood, every minister and mistress holding their breath, their thoughts only – always – on their Lord. Soon it would all be over; there was no doubting that, and if the Lord served they would all sit on his right side, basking in the joys of paradise.
They stood around a titanic wizard’s foot, known to adepts as a pentacle, which was etched into the hardwood flooring. Four figures in long hooded robes stood in the middle of the circle, unthinking and unfeeling. The entire world held its breath as Pope Pius X approached them, careful not to breach the pentacle, else all would have been for nothing. In a loud voice he whispered the divine names, every one growing louder and louder until it seemed a miracle that he was not instantly turned deaf. Thunder and lightning roared in the nightclub, threatening to rip reality there in twain. The entire process could have taken less than a second, or it could have taken the length of a day – no one could really tell.
With the last word that the Pope spoke, “Iao”, everything seemed still. The figures in the center began to sway, a horribly gleeful feeling erupting simultaneously between them. All of the color in the room seemed to fade away, until there was none at all.
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That night the Moulin Rouge burned to the ground, leaving no trace of what had gone on there, except for a tarot card (police later burned it – tarot cards were outlawed as the Devil’s picture book) inscribed with the black words, “Le Jugement”.

The year is 1914. In this world, magic and alchemy have grown hand in hand with science and technology, though by now magic is quite illegal, and alchemy is considered a Psuedoscience, something reserved for fools and charlatans, though its detractors usually neglect to remember that the end of the plague was brought about by alchemy.
The Neo-Holy Empire, an empire ruled by the iron fist of the Pope, is the sole world power, with the only resistance being a few farmers in the Northern American colonies, a few prisoners in Australia, and about half of Iran, though they go about it in secret. The Vatican, who has set up ministers in every major province, rules almost the entire world.
Alcohol and drugs are outlawed, as well as anything that might even be considered the work of the Devil, which basically comprises all art except for those officially requested by the Vatican, and almost all literature. Those close to the Pope, however, often times get around this.
Recently, Pope Pius X has gone missing, now presumed to be dead. No investigation has been made, nor any arrests, though the week before he was declared missing a local Parisian nightclub was burned to the ground. This was just considered to be the work of a pyromaniac, and a British man by the name of Charles Walton was charged and burned at the stake for witchcraft.

You are somehow entangled in this mess, either apart of the Inquisition (a member of the Destroying Angels or otherwise), or the resistance (a magician, alchemist, etc.). You somehow find yourself at the Moulin Rouge, exactly three months after it was burnt down. You see others there, apparently as clueless as you about…everything. It was as if something had beckoned you all there, something…malevolent. A dark wind encircles around you, around the Moulin Rouge. You’re being hunted.
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Basically, the plot sort of runs like this – a secret society raises the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death) into the bodies of four ordinary people, in hopes of bringing about the end of the world. The Horsemen are loosed, destroying the Moulin Rouge and causing destruction to erupt wherever they go. A few humans that were around that night in the immediate vicinity (Paris) somehow are changed. Nothing is noticeable, except now they feel paranoid, like they’re being hunted. Of course, the Horsemen are hunting them, because these humans have the sparks – traces of the divine still within them – something left after the night of the burning of the Moulin Rouge.
The entire world is in chaos, not just because of the Horsemen being loosed, but because prominent members of the Neo-Holy empirical government are now all dead.
Sleep with one eye open tonight, weary travelers.

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“The lions sing and the hills take flight

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The moon by day and the sun by night

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Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool

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Let the Lord of Chaos rule”

This is a work of fiction, nothing is meant to be taken factually. Any historical accuracies are non-intentional.

Vocabulary:

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Personifications of the woes of this world (War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death) who have been raised into the bodies of four humans by the secret society known as the Destroying Angels. They have all of these powers at their fingertips, and wherever they go destruction follows. Before their task can be completely carried out, they feel compelled to get back their entire power in the form of the sparks.

Destroying Angels: A secret society bent on the achieving the end of the world; only a few members are left.

Magic: Magic in this world involves summoning spirits (demons, angels, djinni, fairies, etc.) to do one’s bidding. It is outlawed in every state under the Inquisition’s control.

Alchemy: A type of pseudo-science, the bastard child of science and magic. Though sometimes they summon elementals, alchemy is still legal, though there are so many restrictions placed on state alchemists that it might as well not be. The top objective of alchemy is the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone, an object that, if created, could transmute anything without any chemicals or magic at all. No one has been able to create one since the Deluge, as dictated by church dogma.

The sign-ups:

Name: Yeah
Gender: Yeah
Age: Whatever
Looks: Early 20th century – keep that in mind
Personality: Yeah
Alliance: Are you apart of the Inquisition (government official, one of the last Destroying Angels, etc.), or apart of the resistance (magicians and alchemists and mystics oh my!)
Affiliations: What are you exactly?
History: Yeah
Relationships: Yeah
Track: Any music? (Current or otherwise). I want this to be a very musical RPG. Not a musical, but…never mind. >.<
Other: Meh…

Horsemen sign-ups (yes, they’re playable)! If you’re interested, I’ll also allow a fifth horseman: Oblivion, but you’ll have to have a hell of a back story.

Name (Originally):
Gender:
Age:
Looks:
Personality (Originally):
Personality (Changed): You have one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse inside your body! I’d think there’d be a change. Make it evil, I guess.
Symbol: <= For lack of a better word, what powers do you have at your beck and call? The powers are: War, Pestilence, Death, Famine, and (maybe) Oblivion. Oblivion was not at the Moulin Rouge, so you can be free be as creative as you want with it.
History: Up until your transformation.
Track:
Other:

My sign-up:
Horseman sign-up:

Name (Originally): Damien May

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Looks: Almost completely plain, so that normally your eyes would slide over him, Damien is the complete opposite of how the human incarnation of War should look. Aside from being about an inch smaller than average height, he has no muscles to speak of at all. His eyes are an innocent blue, humongous and child-like. His skin is quite pale, so near the end he looks like a sad-eyed angel. A tuft of tawny brown hair pokes out from under his crimson robe, one that is nearly too tight. The tightness of the robe is not noticeable, but he notices it.

Personality (Originally): Once, Damien was a happy child, quiet, but generally happy. He was kind, and gentle, but extremely gullible, and so he was often take advantage of. Aside from that, he was very emotional, and sensitive to others. He was a very sensitive boy as a child, crying for no reason at all. All that has changed though, now that he is the Horseman of War, the Rider on the Red Horse.

Personality (Changed): With War inside of him, Damien can become extremely violent at the drop of a hat, sometimes without any reason to be. No longer the kind boy that he once was, there is a shadow to him now. He is now senseless, savage, and angry all the time, like a scared dog. He acts without order or logical lapses, giving into all instincts, be it hunger, sex-drive, or the need to kill. Damien no longer lives in the body, leaving room only for war. His mouth is stained with blood, as he only has the desire to kill. No trace of the boy is left, and there is no hope for him.

Symbol:War

History: Born to loyalist parents in the Neo-Holy province of America, Damien May’s life didn’t truly begin until he was seven. At that time, the rebellions began to pop up around the village of Concord, where the May’s had their home. Within the month, they found a ship that would take them to the French port town of Brest. There they all lived, serving God, the Pope, the state, and most of all, the Church, until eight years later, their son was found missing.

Damien May had joined a local chain of the Destroying Angels, a radical society dedicated to seeing that, “God’s will be done”. The boy that had once been called, “kindly quiet”, was never seen again.

Track: Wargods - Demonoid

Other: You know, those capes are really coming back.

Enjoy.

[wickedwiccaboi]

Name (Originally): Landon Monet
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Looks:
Personality (Originally): Originally a well mannered child and teenager always respectful to his parents and other adults and got along well with everyone especially Children . until that day.
Personality (Changed): With Pestilence inside of him, hoping the world will end, he has become a man of darkness, always having a malevolent grin on his, he longed to see others with that sickly look and doubled over from whatever sickness he chose to give them. His favorite to see of all though... was children
Symbol: Pestilence. (thats like the boubonic plague correct???)
History: Raised as a well mannored god fearing boy Landon never imagined what his teen years would bring, Slowly from when he was 14- till it took over, he started becoming ill the symptoms were that of a, long since thought to be extinct, disease known as the Boubonic plague. but strangley he started to get better without medical treatment, as though by the work of god, until he was captured.
Track: Sugar we're going down, By: Fall Out Boy
Other: Watches and laughs as other keels over form sickness.

[ChobiChibi]

Name: Aurore Decartes
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Looks: Aurore has mousey brown hair down to her bum in one long braid with bangs framing her face. She has olive green eyes. She's around 5'7'' and of an average size. She wears a simple long sleaved shirt a couple of sizes too big and a simple pair of brown trousers, heald up by a peice of chord. She also wears an old black cloak she found when it's cold and is normally bear-footed. Under her shirt, she wears a vest top which covers the charm on a necklace she recieved from her parents. Attached to her chord-belt hangs a pouch containing a set of tarot cards.
Personality: Aurore is very shy and will normally only speak if spoken to. She is very observant and learns from others experience. She is very confident with her magic, although she has to hide it. She doesn't find it easy to trust people and normally keeps things to herself. She is normally by herself and therefore finds it difficult to converse with people. She hates the Church and Pope with a passion.
Alliance: Magician posing as an Alchemist to avoid being arrested.
Affiliations: With the Underground Magicians, i guess...
History: 2 years before the Moulin Rouge incident, Aurore's parents were arrested for their involvement with witchcraft. They raided the house, taking everything except the 6 elemental tarot cards Aurore had hidden. They believed that she was too young to have any involvement with magic and allowed her to be free. They later burnt all of the items inside of the house as well as her parents on the stake. She has spent the last two years practising alchemy to earn money for food and has lived on the streets of Paris, hiding her tarot cards and charm. On the night of the incident at the Moulin Rouge, she was in that general area selling her medicines. She saw the Destroying Angels leaving, as well as The Four Horsemen. Since that night, she felt the presence of ghosts and occasionally sees them.
Relationships: Open... She'll probably only know people from the Underground Magicians, though.
Track: Currently? Complainte de la butte- Rufus Wainwright. From the Moulin Rouge soundtrack lol.
Other: Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light and Dark are her 6 tarot cards.

I've drawn her... I don't have access to a scanner atm... I'll get that up as soon as i can ^^;

[Cxjenious]

Name: Constantine Foulle
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Looks: Constantine is of average height and build, with dark hair and amber eyes. He is not what one would call 'classically' attractive. He has a ruff and scruffy look about himself, with his dusky skin tone and beard, and he holds a slightly dangerous air. He wears a simple white tunic and slacks with boots, and a long dark coat. There is a tatoo on his left palm of a five point star surrounded by a halo.
Personality: Constantine is a very private man, and he keeps mostly to himself. He is a man of few words, and is very observant. However, he is secretly extremely inquisitive and curious about things. He investigates everything. He is confident in himself and his abilities, and is devoted to his work.
Alliance: State Alchemist...
Affiliations: Alchemy
History: Constantine was born and raised in the heart of the Paris slums. His parents were beggars, and he, a boy with no future. He did the best he could to survive in the slums, be it pick-pocketing or robbing from stores. Despite the fact that he did commit these crimes, he did not enjoy his work, so when he met Nicholas Hasser, a very old, very wise alchemist, he ceased his opportunity to leave his life behind. He became Nicholas's apprentice, and the man taught him all he knew, including what was forbidden. When Nicholas died, Constantine took over his studies and became an Alchemist of the State. His work called him to a small home near the remains of the Moulin Rouge that fateful night, and what he saw and felt will haunt him for the remainder of his life.
Relationships: Open
Track: Hailmary by Tupac
Other: He smokes the forbidden death-sticks

Horsemen Sign-Up

Name: Armond LeFay
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Looks: He is unnaturally tall and deathly pale. His eyes are blood red, and seem to be burning with fire. His has an arstocratic face, with high cheekbones and a sharp angular chin, and thin, high arched eyebrows. He has long, straight icy white He is thin, with long spidery fingers adorned with long, sharp nails. He wears long dark flowing robes over simple black clothing.
Personality: Armond was never nice. He used people to his advantage, and when they were no longer of any need to him, he disposed of them. He was cynical and sarcastic, and very loud and brash. He was rude beyond belief, all in all a very unnatractive person.
Personality(Changed): He is very quiet compared to his former self, and extremely wise. Death is his passion, and because he knows that everything must die, he feels no need to be expedient in his travels, ans as such, he may come across as very arrogant and self-assured, which he is.
Symbol: Death
History: Armond is the product of a wild, drunken night. His parents were never in love, but managed to stay together long enough to have another child to go along with Armond. A little sister, named Gabrielle. His father was a drunk and an abuser, and when Gabrielle was old enough, he became a molester. When Armond was nine, his father strangled Gabrielle to death. Armond slit his father's throat. His sister was the only person he had every cared for. When she died, he had no one left, and one night, while wondering the streets, he happened upon a meeting between three individuals who had great plans for him.
Track: Before I'm Dead from Queen of the Damned
Other: Blah

[Tyler and Hobbes]

Wow, cheerful crowd so far. Everyone in, I think.

*goes off to smoke the forbidden death sticks*

BTW, *smoking the forbidden death sticks* WTF? XD