Warrior Cats Online - Maggots 'N Sirens

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Maggots 'N Sirens

We breathe the smoke in which we could not
Our lips turned porcelain, cold to the touch
Carve a heart where it should be, earn your keep
Step out of our line, step into your grave
Many years ago, we could not imagine
Such tragedy, such catastrophe
Welcome, to a nightmare in which we see a dream
Pass the trial, stay distracted
Wait for the chemical to turn you rabid..

You are born, and scream your lungs out as the needle penetrates your frail skin. A bar code. It contains your date of birth, birth name, and birth parents.

It is your thirteenth birthday, and you stand on a podium surrounded but tinted glass, so dark you are barely able to see what is outside. You have with you your weapons of choice. But was it a good one? The trial was a blur. You passed. You scream as the branding iron sears you, injecting you with a chemical to run in your blood until you lose your mind. But you have done it, and return to your parents, tears staining your pale face.

It is your 18th birthday, and you are in the operating room, dazed by the anesthetic. Your screams are muffled by cotton as you feel the razor thin knife drag upon long-healed burn marks upon your chest, where your heart is supposed to be. Familiar tears spring in your eyes as you squirm. The doctor laughs.

It is your 21st birthday, and you are kicked from your home.

It is your 35th birthday and people are dying from the chemical. Turning them rabid. Sirens are the ones that stay tame until they've caught you off guard. Maggots are the one that clean up after the Sirens, eating your decay. Right-side up chest brands were the Sirens, upside-down chest brands were Maggots. This is what you learned. You're forced to join the military if you are male. Forced to help with reproduction and farming if you are female. Anyone in between or outside are organized as seen appropriate.
This is where your story begins.

||FORM||
Birth Name:
Alias:
Sex & Gender:
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]:
Age [13-40]:
Appearance [picture reference recommended]:
Back Story [if differing from above]:
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]:
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]:
Sexual Orientation:
Love Interest [if any]:

if you have questions, please PM me!

||MY FORM||
Birth Name: Arlyn Jaerel [ARE-LINN_YAY-RAL]

Alias: Rel Rylan

Sex & Gender: Male | Agender

Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Medic Apprentice

Age [13-40]: 19 years

Appearance [picture reference recommended]: 5'7 1/3", mixed, dreadlocks pulled back into a tight ponytail, light skin, generous freckles, thin face, full lips, large teeth, powerful hazel eyes, dark brown hair. Purple sweatshirt with a bright orange 'N' on the front pocket, gray sweatpants, black shoes with purple soles, face half smeared with charcoal. |LINK|

Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Arlyn is mostly seen as emotionless, almost looking like the bad guy. They laugh at morbid times and make awful jokes. They have the same monotone face and voice for most of this journey. Not even to their most trusted loved ones do they show emotion. Only until they can't handle it and explode. They deny affection or praise, not for modesty, but because it is what they were taught. They brush off crushes or love interests every now and again, and seem like ice, frozen solid, even cruel at times.

Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Medical Magic Staff

Sexual Orientation: Grayromantic Asexual

Love Interest [if any]: Nah [possibly open to a worthy opponent]

again, if you've any questions, PM me!

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Birth Name: Jesse
Alias: Wolffe
Sex & Gender: Male
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Military
Age [13-40]: 19
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: Black shaggy hair with dull, emotionless blue eyes. He wears normal military uniform. He has a scar down his left side of his face starting at the top of eye and ending at the end of his chin. When he isn't on duty he wears blue and white flannel shirt with blue jeans and boots.
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: He is cold all the time. He is distant and often stares off into space. He never shows any emotions.
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Sword
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Love Interest [if any]: Open

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

Birth Name: Stephanie(Stevie)
Alias: Hawk
Sex & Gender: Female
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Cook
Age [13-40]: 18
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/492649932987191/
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: Quiet, funny, weird, awkward, intelligent.
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Compound Bow
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love Interest [if any]: Open

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

[both accepted, you can start roleplaying, if you like. this will be my starting post]

Another boring day in the boring infirmary tending to boring patients with boring injuries and boring lives. That was how things these days worked. Ever since the chemical outbreak, tame citizens were forced into boring lives, and once they were gone rabid, they were set free. Saying it would be "inhumane" to kill them. Weren't they the ones murdering barely even teenagers if they didn't pass some trial? Of course it was, your good friend Arlyn witnessed it first hand. They were now an only child, as their little brother didn't quite make it. But we won't talk about that.

Arlyn handed their mentor the syringe, watching the light softly fade from the patient's eyes as the anesthetic cut in. They were only there for the sanitary parts, and were to sit and learn once the surgery began, only occasionally being guided on how to do simple things. They weren't allowed to do it on their own until they'd graduated from an apprentice. They sighed, leaning against the table of tools, watching as the patient squirmed, then lay still.

"Stand back, Rel. Wouldn't want to get any blood on you," Their grim mentor spoke with such a flat tone, it seemed like they'd seen the same thing a thousand times. Except they hadn't. Yet, it felt as such.

Arlyn did as such, almost forgetting their alias, and making an audible groan from it. They sat and looked with bored eyes. They've seen this done, over, and over, and over again, only watching each time. Each time there was something different, but it never worked. Usually sped up the chemical process or completely declined any mandatory nutrients from entering the person's body. Arlyn didn't completely understand why the scientists weren't taking care of this, but they were probably trying to find an actual solution to this problem. Oh, I don't know, maybe stop forcing kids through that stupid trial and stop the branding and coding? They sighed in their head, still acting as if they were watching closely to the operation.

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

Birth Name: Brian
Alias: Gunner
Sex & Gender: Male
Position [e.x. military, cook, farmer, seamstress, etc..]: Military
Age [13-40]: 38
Appearance [picture reference recommended]: (Couldn't find a good image) Short black hair and blue eyes, some stubble. He has weary, worn eyes from the years of insanity he's gone through. He's somewhat stocky and sticks to wearing a white t-shirt, typical army shorts, and boots.
Back Story [if differing from above]: Same as above
Personality [TBRP'd not accepted]: He's pretty stern and doesn't tell many jokes, but when he gets talking he's very friendly. During dire situations he gets very rash and will easily sacrifice himself to help the others.
Weapon of Choice [mace, sword, axe, warhammer, bow, staff]: Combat Knife
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love Interest [if any]: Ehh, I doubt it, considering everyone else is probably gonna be like 16~23

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

[[ @Soddenfur accepted! you may begin roleplay ]]

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

Birth Name: Charles Stevenson
Alias: 14
Sex & Gender: Male
Position: Military
Age: 40 (50 if ok.)
Appearance: Tall and lean, long hair, short beard, blue eyes, grey hair.
Back Story: He was a soldier, but he retired early because he broke his leg and it wouldn't heal properly, resulting in a permanent limp. Shortly after he retired, he became very sick. He was going to go to the doctor but then he was forced to re-join the military.
Personality: He's just like the awesome old guy that's always in a zombie movie.
Weapon of Choice: Shotgun.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

[[ @EliteHotDog accepted! you may begin roleplay ]]

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

Jesse silently walked through the battlefield, his battalion close behind. It was awfully quiet, not a single enemy in sight. A gunshot went off nearby and one of Jesse's rookies was struck, killing him instantly. He picked up a discarded gun and shot at something in a tree, a branch snapped as person fell out.

"Stay by each other. They're hidden. Shoot anything that moves." He commanded as his battalion split into groups. He went behind enemy lines, discarding the gun and taking out his sword. A twig snapped and Jesse swung his sword, connecting with the nothing. Must of stepped on a twig He thought. He dropped his sword as a bullet struck his shoulder, he hissed in pain. He grabbed his sword with his other hand and continued to move forward.

One of his soldiers approached him, "The enemy appeared to have been killed already, sir. We are awaiting your orders, Wolffe." He said. He sighed, "Back to base." He said. Third time this week! Something's wrong. He thought as he led his soldiers back to base.

Re: Maggots 'N Sirens

Charles limped into the barracks. He had just been out in the field and had used all of his ammunition. He took some slugs for his shotgun, and snaged a bow string while nobody was looking. He almost had everything he needed to escape. At the bunks he lifted the loose floor board and threw the string in.