The world of Elementia development was not meant to ever become what it had. Humans were sent to live on a different planet around the year 3000. Over 400 years later, when normal humans began to transform, it was thought to be a blessing from god. Suddenly, people began to be born with an element. There are 9 main people: Earth, Plant, Electricity, Fire, Ice, Water, Metal, Air, and those who are elementless. Rather than living in a mixed world of piece each element segregated into tribes. One's element is the pride of their village, and it became easier to simply say that one's own element is superior to the other elements. Unwilling to bend to each other's arrogance, the tribes began a war for dominance- a war which was said to be in the name of their elements. The battles came hard, with no side holding back. Each tribe targeted the one most vulnerable to it- water attacking fire while fire attacked ice. Resulting in deaths like nobody could've expected. The smallest population at this point was the people who didn't have an element, the wisest group it seemed. This war would go on until the entire world was sunken into despair- the elementless knew that something had to be done. That is when they created Plan 9. Plan 9 was executed almost immediately. One child from each element would be adopted, seeing as orphans ran rampant through every tribe. Once one child of all 8 elements is gathered, they would be secured with the humans until the war was over. And exactly that happened, the children (age ranging between 2 and 5) were taken to a vault with a majority of the nonelemental population. The children were raised together, sheltered from the reality of the hatred and despair of war that raged above their heads. 10 years later, the news came. The war was over. But it was much worse than anyone could have expected. The land was empty, broken and sad. Not a single person roamed the dead valley that was once a center of population. Nobody could understand what happened. There were no records left behind or any trace of a single elemental-human anywhere to be found. Nothing was left of the elemental, except for the 8 children who were spared.
Rules:
Fire: Eric Finch @Martin Pine
Water: Levia Tsovinaire @kyuukestu
Plant: Marik Crowell @Mystic Zander
Wind: Alex Wispet @Sky5372
Ground: Noah Rhysen @5DigitNeb
Metal: Jackson Turley @me
Electricity: Kyla Cole @Grand Master Koop
Ice: Royal Easton @Crimson Sun
Discussion Thread: https://pokecharms.com/threads/plan-9-discussion.21549/
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Voices buzzed about the otherwise silent room. It was pitchblack in the small, concrete enclosure, one wouldn’t be able to tell how many bodies were actually cramped into the area. The last group had gone out half an hour ago, and still not returned. Sent to scavenge the land above, the leaders of the underground community instrAucted for everybody to stay in the lobby while they investigated. Now, questions were rising among the other people. The group consisted of all sorts of villagers, some young and some old. Men, women, children. The thing they had in common was the fact that 10 year ago they had hidden themselves from the world. In the back of the crowd stood one woman, tall and proud with a round face. Azula Rodriguez was a well known member of the community, an unbelievable sweet old lady with a strong motherly instinct. Most of all, Azula, better known as Zuzu, had gained a reputation for being the force behind Project 9, and the caretaker of the only elementals in the community. Scattered about her were the 8 children who she adopted, the woman’s face held no worry like the others around her- instead she was focused on the children.
Suddenly, a peak of light followed a loud, metal sound and a hole from above was open. The well-known face of the vault-leader poked through the opening and gave a forced smile, offering a hand to the nearest person. “It’s not perfect, but it’s livable. There are some things we need to discuss over.” the man quickly stated as people began to flow out of the enclosed space. In a matter of minutes, the group that once was squished together had dispersed. Some looked about in awe- felt the sun on their skin, choked on the freshness of the air, stared at the vast landscape. Others noticed, immediately, what was missing: everyone else. Where had they gone? It was impossible- all of the elemental tribes? Zuzu, last to leave the vault, bushed herself off and her face contorted slightly in confusion. Livable, sure- but what were they supposed to do with this desolate piece of death? “For now, we will continue using the vault as shelter and for resources, but it is time we come out and build a permanent society. There is no more danger, we must immediately begin to explore and build. We can answer questions, which I’m sure you all have, along the way.” the man stated on an exhale. He didn’t seem particularly sure about what he was saying, but people nodded in agreement anyways. “All able-bodied people are to help gather resources and explore. Children, elders, and pregnant women are to stay nearby where they can be protected. We will work, now, to get a better understanding of the environment- and we will retreat for dinner in the vault at sun-down.” the small spoke in a large voice, though he was mostly talking to the working men of the society.
Jackson stood very still as soon as he exited the vault, the sun caused him to squint as his eyes slowly adjusted. “I still don’t get it-” the boy muttered quietly, referring to the multiple times different people had to explain to him why the society had to go up to the land. Jackson looked around, he took a few skips forward and his grein grew bigger with each step. “It’s kinda ugly.” Jacks sighed as he tipped his head to one side, he could vividly recall the pictures of green and blue from his story books- this didn’t quite match, however.
Rules:
- The normal Pokecharms rules apply
- If a battle is to occur another participant's character, please discuss who's going to win in the battle through private messaging as to not crowd the discussion thread
- Romance is allowed; don't make it awkward
- Swearing is fine as long as it's Pokecharms friendly
- Write proper length paragraphs (5-10 sentences at least) with correct grammar, punctuation, and thorough details. I can't stress this rule enough. I plan on being very strict about this in this RP
- Only 8 people will be able to serve int his RP (one for each element) it's a first come first serve ordeal
- Only 1 character per RPer, so we can get as many people as possible to RP. If a few weeks pass and the characters aren't full, anyone can make a second character to take the element that is not taken.
Fire: Eric Finch @Martin Pine
Water: Levia Tsovinaire @kyuukestu
Plant: Marik Crowell @Mystic Zander
Wind: Alex Wispet @Sky5372
Ground: Noah Rhysen @5DigitNeb
Metal: Jackson Turley @me
Electricity: Kyla Cole @Grand Master Koop
Ice: Royal Easton @Crimson Sun
Discussion Thread: https://pokecharms.com/threads/plan-9-discussion.21549/
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Voices buzzed about the otherwise silent room. It was pitchblack in the small, concrete enclosure, one wouldn’t be able to tell how many bodies were actually cramped into the area. The last group had gone out half an hour ago, and still not returned. Sent to scavenge the land above, the leaders of the underground community instrAucted for everybody to stay in the lobby while they investigated. Now, questions were rising among the other people. The group consisted of all sorts of villagers, some young and some old. Men, women, children. The thing they had in common was the fact that 10 year ago they had hidden themselves from the world. In the back of the crowd stood one woman, tall and proud with a round face. Azula Rodriguez was a well known member of the community, an unbelievable sweet old lady with a strong motherly instinct. Most of all, Azula, better known as Zuzu, had gained a reputation for being the force behind Project 9, and the caretaker of the only elementals in the community. Scattered about her were the 8 children who she adopted, the woman’s face held no worry like the others around her- instead she was focused on the children.
Suddenly, a peak of light followed a loud, metal sound and a hole from above was open. The well-known face of the vault-leader poked through the opening and gave a forced smile, offering a hand to the nearest person. “It’s not perfect, but it’s livable. There are some things we need to discuss over.” the man quickly stated as people began to flow out of the enclosed space. In a matter of minutes, the group that once was squished together had dispersed. Some looked about in awe- felt the sun on their skin, choked on the freshness of the air, stared at the vast landscape. Others noticed, immediately, what was missing: everyone else. Where had they gone? It was impossible- all of the elemental tribes? Zuzu, last to leave the vault, bushed herself off and her face contorted slightly in confusion. Livable, sure- but what were they supposed to do with this desolate piece of death? “For now, we will continue using the vault as shelter and for resources, but it is time we come out and build a permanent society. There is no more danger, we must immediately begin to explore and build. We can answer questions, which I’m sure you all have, along the way.” the man stated on an exhale. He didn’t seem particularly sure about what he was saying, but people nodded in agreement anyways. “All able-bodied people are to help gather resources and explore. Children, elders, and pregnant women are to stay nearby where they can be protected. We will work, now, to get a better understanding of the environment- and we will retreat for dinner in the vault at sun-down.” the small spoke in a large voice, though he was mostly talking to the working men of the society.
Jackson stood very still as soon as he exited the vault, the sun caused him to squint as his eyes slowly adjusted. “I still don’t get it-” the boy muttered quietly, referring to the multiple times different people had to explain to him why the society had to go up to the land. Jackson looked around, he took a few skips forward and his grein grew bigger with each step. “It’s kinda ugly.” Jacks sighed as he tipped his head to one side, he could vividly recall the pictures of green and blue from his story books- this didn’t quite match, however.
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