Charon's Ride

Astatine held herself tighter as a slight breeze washed over her. She was hugging her knees in the corner of her cell, rocking back and forth. She had been disturbed in her sleep by the clang of prison doors, only to find that everyone was gone.

She had no idea what was going on. But she knew it was bad and she would much rather stay safe in her cell than venture out. Thats when in the silence, she heard the foot steps of someone. "He...Hello? Is anyone there?" She called out in a barely audible voice.

How could someone be here? She had checked already. Millions of suspicions came to mind. Maybe one of those mean ladies in white coats came back to do more experiments. She quivered at the thought and lifted herself to her feet. Her silver hair falling in her face. She cautiously made her way to the cell entrance. Peering around the corner she saw a girl heading her way. "Who...whos there?" She demanded in a frightened voice.

*Telluria put down her journal, and walked to the door. She looked around, all the lights were off. Something was terribly wrong. She pushed on her door a little, leaning to see out the window better. To her surprise, it swung open, almost spilling her onto the floor. She caught her balance, and walked out into the hall. The other cells in this block were already empty, she must have been too lost in her thoughts to hear the commotion. Her black pants swished gently as she walked, and her bare feet padded along silently. She also wore a black t-shirt, and had heavily wrapped gauze around her wrists, slightly dabbled in blood--one of her attempts at escape. Her long, plain brown hair waved a little in a draft from some unknown vent. All was quiet, and her keen, inhuman eyes made out the shapes in the absolute dark. She was looking for any signs of life.*

The world was at social, economic, and unceasing unease. Everyone was watching the storm build, just waiting for it to lash out at them with its full intensity.
Finally, it did.
A huge, global war broke out amongst all the nations. In the use of biological, chemical, psychological and conventional warfare, millions were killed.
Then, a group of scientists working for an alliance of countries found a way to create a perfect killing machine. A human appearance, but underneath there is nothing vaguely similar to morals, values, or humanity. It looks like an ordinary citizen, and can blend in to do so. But its only purpose is to serve the war mongering governments who fund this campaign to monopolize the war in their favor.
However, something happened they didn't count on.
In a larger underground compound used to make these perfect soldiers, a batch of creations escaped during an attack from an enemy country. Their endurance, strength, intelligence, and fighting ability was enhanced, but they still retained most of the qualities that define humans. They could still feel. They escaped, and vowed to help stop the madness. They fight on the side of the people, guerilla warriors standing as the population's strongest weapon against the militants. People from all countries across the world have started coming to Tokyo to fuel the opposition upon hearing of this blessing in disguise.
And now that you've arrived in the ruins of Tokyo, you must decide--Who will you fight for?

Hey people, and welcome to Charon's Ride. I only hope to make this a successful place to roleplay. This was an idea I decided to put into play, and do hope you enjoy it.
I've only just set up, so I'm still looking for maybe some artwork to use for advertising buttons and whatnot. Any contributions to this cause would be greatly appreciated.
For those who may not have seen the rules, or felt they were too vague, no spamming, harrassing, or purposeful disruption of the game and other players' enjoyment.

Ciao!
~Holly