<a class="postlink" href="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/9251/foreverperfecttag.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>After the collapse of civilization into a depressing complete chaos, several countries set about making a perfect civilization.<br/>They placed it above the earth and named it Citivatem Perfectionis.<br/>The new world learned that the main reason for chaos is the constant want and need for more and clashing ideologies.<br/>They decided to give everyone everything they could ever want.<br/>Of course there is always an issue with this.<br/>To keep that from being an issue they first used hypnosis and then child conditioning.<br/>They implanted into these people's minds the preconditions of peace addressed by the Hague agenda as well as those that were controversial additions.<br/>For a long time this worked quite effectively.<br/>But people became unconditioned.<br/>Some of them simply became more aware but others became vicious.<br/>Their minds told them to do the blatant opposite of what the new civilization stood for.<br/>Coming into contact with someone like this could easily decondition others or lead to fatalities.<br/>There are people however who wish for this society to continue unhindered.<br/>They are also deconditioned but they fight to save their home.<br/>That's where the problem lies.<br/>We can either fight against the growing number of chaotics<br/>Or figure out how to get back home.<br/>Back to Earth.<br/><br/>Name: Devin J. Avius<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 23<br/><br/>Appearance:<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://www.google.com/url?source=imglanding&amp;ct=img&amp;q=http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/2z/7l/1k/0f5c84c8-1.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=2GU4T7_CPOWnsALCq-GuAg&amp;ved=0CAsQ8wc4HA&amp;usg=AFQjCNE2sIvc7pYIsONNQxml6wVMKgQE3A">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Personality: Often times, He appears cool and calculating. He relies quite heavily on his intelligence and his observations to gauge situations, often without giving a thought about the moral consequence. He is considered by many to be quite superficial/arbitrary when he interacts with others. He is extremely serious around everyone and during every situation, but sometimes a devious smile can be caught when he is working on one of his many inventions.<br/><br/>Asking anything about himself will either be blatantly ignored or turned on the one who has asked question through subtle means. There are certain rare times when he speaks freely to certain people he deems fit. Oddly charismatic for being so eccentric, though he has a slightly irritating habit of pointing out flaws at odd times. He doesn't like lies or false appearances and will call you on anything he sees as a front. Some wonder if he does this to cover up a front of his own. Those people don't know how true they really are.<br/><br/>History: Devin was born into a world never knowing his mother. His father never spoke a word of her and most of the time, Devin paid it no mind. Devin lived comfortably in the central Tower of the new world that his father had inherited from the founder. He lived with just his father and learned everything from him. His father was a true genius and bestowed upon Devin many skills as well as virtues such as his love of classical music and the sunrise from the glass tower that flooded the room with beautiful,warm, golden light. He often would sneak up to his father's study and catch him playing his Grand piano at the sunrise and for some reason it made him so glad, so truly joyous.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Devin had turned thirteen that he became quite lonely in his large home. His father was no longer the happy soul he had once been, his hair had grayed, he was constantly sick, the house was no longer filled with the beautiful music it had been and the curtains had been drawn shut. His father remained in his study at all times, sometimes Devin caught his father whispering to himself through the door, he didn't dare try and open it anymore.<br/><br/>Anything Devin tried would not get his father's attention. His father just continued to become more and more odd. He never spoke to Devin, but his mumbling became more and more common as did his sicknesses. Sometimes his father would lay in bed for days at a time, hacking horrendously and mumbling to himself. Devin had completely given up on him, joy was no longer there, it was simply bitter life.<br/><br/>One day, Devin was woken by the most beautiful song he had ever heard his father play. His heart had felt so light he felt it would fly, he ran up the stairs and opened the study door. He saw his father there, playing like he once had and he cried silently to himself watching through foggy eyes as the happiness again flushed his father's face. When he had finished the piece Devin ran and hugged him...... but he was cold. His father turned to look at him, as if he had forgotten who he was but soon after smiled and fell to the floor, limp.<br/><br/>A funeral service was held for him, no one but Devin attended. Everyone had hated his father for trapping them in a chaotic place such as this. Devin had never noticed because he had never been introduced to the outside world, there was no need.<br/><br/>Devin lived in solitude for a year after his father's death, but the silence was maddening. He tried for years to play the song his father had with little success. One day, in a fit of rage, he upturned the piano and watched it clatter noisily to the floor. His rage was ended by curiosity as he glimpsed a piece of paper on the bottom of the piano. Written shakily on the note<br/><br/>"Access code: Legacy: The final solution" and underneath that was something addressing him, " I made this for you, my son. I will always be proud of you, but now someone must take the burden of this city, I hope you do better than I," .<br/><br/>Devin quietly spoke the Access code and the place where the piano had been opened and a circular staircase unfurled and touched the ceiling of the study. As soon as the staircase touched the ceiling, the ceiling opened into a higher room. It was a laboratory. From the floor rose a large case holding a golden gun, goggles, his father's notes, a tool belt, and another separate sheet of paper it read " Access Code: Sunrise" and underneath this note, four images were seen. One was of a black cat, Two a green Rattlesnake, Three a red heart, and Four a Golden hummingbird. Once again, Devin spoke the access code and another case rose from the floor, it held a golden suit with a plaque above it that read " The Golden Hummingbird,". He never wore it and Devin didn't plan to either.<br/><br/>After a year had passed, Devin had finally become a part of the regular world. He attended parties and hung out with others but Devin could see the chaos beginning to spread, unlike the others. Devin effectively began to clean up the civilization, he begun to place soft music, laced with hypnopaedic sayings around the cities. It effectively deterred deconditioning but some force was fighting hard against his plans. He began to devise plans to stop these chaotics and find out who has been behind the deconditionings, he's gotten no closer even now. His work has caused him to be weary of trusting others and he's becoming quite desperate, thinking at times that he might have to take things into his own hands.<br/><br/>He just might have to use the final solution after all.....<br/><br/>Theme:<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljilVJCDm2I"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/ljilVJCDm2I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object></div></div></div><br/><br/>Name: Blake Andreas<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 21<br/><br/>Appearance:m<a class="postlink" href="https://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzb0m0mYsz1qfvicmo1_500.jpg">http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzb0m ... o1_500.jpg</a>m<br/><br/><br/>Personality: On the surface, he appears to be a very calm and collected person. Sure and confident, he moves with the grace and dignity that one who is assured of his place in life and with his beliefs. He isn't very trusting, though he does very well at hiding it beneath a calm indifference that like many of his other negative emotions (generally pain) are deflected via humor. His humor is dry and sarcastic, though when relaxed he can be quite playful and a bit goofy as well. He's very serious about what he does, though attempts to keep it light when it comes to matters not pertaining to his mission, or duty as he sees it.<br/><br/>Anything personal he keeps tightly to himself, again deflecting or smoothly changing the topic. Nevertheless he is a strong leader, a good soldier and deep in his heart of hearts, probably a good man. Loss is something he's used too and will shrug it off but one wonders if it's as easy for him as he shows....<br/><br/>History:He, like so many others, were born too two happy parents who loved their son and their eldest daughter with all of their hearts. Providing their children with all that they had, Blake's parents were as great a parents as they were capable of. As Blake grew up he too saw the world around them crumbling at the edges with each passing year and seeing his parents unease. Even those that ran their world were becoming more on edge, their reactions getting more constricting, and at times, a bit extreme. His parents were more alarmed by the reaction of those in charge, these supposedly enlightened individuals who at times were merely whispered about doing unbecoming and shady acts. It was when it grew worse that they planned in secret to run with their almost adult daughter and not yet teenage son away from the city, back to what was once the home of all mankind.<br/><br/>It wasn't to happen though, the mania about rebellions and Chaotics had gone to a maddening strain and it broke upon the Andreas household, as well as elsewhere. Their house invaded, their lives destroyed, all died with the exception of Blake who had been cleverly hidden. Though of course he was found later on, wandering, shell shocked and lost, he was perceived to be a victim of the conflict of the Chaotics and taken in.<br/><br/>Even paradise needs it's guardians, it's warriors to vanguard the future and the sanctity of lives and the state. So he was taken up by the ruling class and made to be a soldier and a soldier he was. A good one at that. He was found to have a sharp mind and just as sharp a body. He was the model soldier who kept the peace, and enforced the many layered and often times confusing set of norms, rules and guidelines.<br/><br/>In private, a secret hate burned, a passion that ate at him and he eventually broke loose of the part he was playing in just the smallest amount, that widened with time. Contact with a rebel group, then trust began to build on both sides, eventually he grew to trust the rebel group as those who sought to get rid of this lie that they lived, to have freedom as it should be once again. The government was lying and society was eating it up like it was the only source of nourishment they could find. His passion, honesty, earnest belief and information earned him supreme trust in the rebel group The First Sons. The group was infamous and generally hated by the good citizens of the city, but they were growing, they were smart, spread out in cells that maintained contact and had various minds and abilities at their disposal.<br/><br/>Though he has earned control from afar of a nearby cell of The First Sons, Rising Phoenix, his superiors in the guard have become suspicious and his time might just be running out.<br/><br/>Theme:m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELWKjWkgkPM&amp;feature=player_embedded">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELWKjWkg ... r_embedded</a>m