A World at War (Open)

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This is a re-imagined version of 'The Hidden World' All country's are the same but with little changes to fir the new lore. The lore has been heavily changed and the theme of the internet has been scraped since it was a stupid idea.


LORE: Deep in the heart of space thousands of light years away from us lied a planet called OKB Zero. Same size as earth but with less water and more land. Four continents, Three oceans, Six moons and one sun. On one of these continents named Skogen has four country's inside of it. Arestoska, a militaristic communist nation. Tyria a land of freedom and equality. Otaka A land of honor and culture. Equestria a land of fashion and beauty. These four nations where the leading powers of the planet creating what is called 'The Peace Sentinals' The United Nation of this planet. after 100 years of peace the nations relize Arestoska has been hiding something for the last Decade.




The Nations:


Arestoska


Lore - Founded in 1457 by Otakan settlers looking for freedom from a harse dictatorship. The created a nation where everyone has free will to do what they want. After 500 years of freedom. Tyrian forces invaded and took over the country. A revolutionary rose up and restored freedom for the land. His name was Ronald Arestoska. He was praised for his excellent leadership and courage, after  the Tyrian army fleed from the country. Ronald was elected as chairman then president. He put in a communist government and made the country into a military power after his death in 1970 his son Benjamin took power and lead his country for 20 years until he resigned and gave power to his son Bailey Arestoska, the world would see the power of this man and how evil one person could be.


Description of people - Homosapein 


Language - A mix between Russian and Chinese
English, " How are you doing today?"
Arestoskan, "Kak u tebya zenme yang?"

Style of music - Accordions, Balalaika, Guqin.
Example of music Korbosushka

Style of Art - 50's style communist propaganda


Dress Civilian: Very Eastern European something very similar to This and This

Dress for Military: 1910 to 1947 Uniforms 1948 To 1955 1956 to 1979 1980 to 2010 2011 to 2046 2047 to 2070


Dress for Police: 1950 to 2004 2004 to 2070



Tyria


Lore - The first nation to ever be found on the planet. Research show they created the nation in the  early 0057. The nation is a democratic free willed nation. Very similar to America or England. Since it was the first nation other people wanted to spread out and create other country, laws where passed in the year 1197 to make sure no one in Tyria could leach out and create other country's. After hundreds of years the nation stayed at the top for money, power, and economy. Now the year is 2015 and there lives will be changed forever.

Description of people - Anthropomorphic

Language - Its English

Style of music - Traditional Italian Style, Modern music Electric techno.
Examples Rabbia e tarantella, Bangarang

Style of art - I want you to guess what you think it is.

Dress civilian: Very Formal and casual this and this

Dress for Military: 1900 to 1927 1928 to 1950 1951 to 1974 1975 to 2009 2010 to 2046

Dress for Police: 1900 to 1945 1946 to 1996 1997 to 2015

The other nations will be added soon. I just have not made them yet.

Alright This is the new and improved Hidden Earth, I really hope you all enjoy!

[Shuriken Hivitur]

Shuriken sauntered along the crowded street, hands shoved into his pockets, backpack bumping against his tightly folded wings, getting jostled around by the endless stream of tourists visiting Tryia. Anyone whose eyes landed on the scruffy teen would dismiss him as a harmless citizen enjoying the sights in the market street, same as them. What they didn't know was far less innocent.
At the moment, he was very busy. Doing what? Ah well, Shuriken was a bit of a pickpocket. Alright, fine, he was a pickpocket, and in it big time. Right now, he was sliding two fingers of his left hand into a tourist's pocket while the pockets owner was busy snapping pictures with her camera, deftly seizing a thick, fake leather wallet out. All that happened within two seconds. The lady didn't even move from her careful positioning of the camera.
Walking at a regular pace along the road, keeping to the middle and going with the flow, Shuriken quickly picked another two furries' bags and pockets, along with a pony's saddlebag. Casting his green eyes about, he located a break in the crowd and ducked through to the outside of the horde of sightseers. Fast walking to the nearest alley, he ducked within the shadows and behind a box of rotting fruit. Disgusting, but private. And there, Shuriken laid out his profits.
” Three wallets, two phones,” he muttered. ” And a camera. Not bad. Let's see what's in those wallets.”
Cracking his knuckles, he first put away the phones and the camera. Then, he opened the first, faux fur covered wallet. Inside was a drivers license, belonging to some ”Drauxia Hanster”, several crumpled twenties, a couple fives, and countless one dollar bills. Also, a credit card, but Shuriken took it out, stuffed it into his pocket, and moved on to the next one. This next one, according to the credit card, belonged to ENOJI Kengura. Oddly, the furry had spelled his first name with all caps. Dismissing the thought, Shuriken pulled out some money, but no credit card. This furry was wise not to keep his eggs all in one basket.
The next wallet yielded some money, and a credit card, so he put the card in with the other, placed the wallets and other stolen stuff at the bottom of the bag, covered it with regular teen stuff like textbooks, jackets, and sheets of crumpled finished and unfinished homework. Peering out of the alley, he ducked back into the flow of society.

[[INACTIVE]]

(Incredibly sorry I have been gone from the forums for 3 weeks but I'm back!)


Armored cars and tanks began to drive down the busy street. Solider's began to walk down the road looking tired and wrecked. Helicopters went flying by. A rather short and chubby brown bear in a black officers uniform walked up to Shuriken telling him, "You need to leave the premise as once!"


Sirens began to wail over the streets, "Attention! All citizens must evacuate to the north side of Nebalsbourn manor! Repeat! All citiziens must evacuate to the north side of Nebalsbourn!

[ENOJI Kengura]

ENOJI, an aakor, or wolf with wings, stepping out into the crowds, staying alert at every sudden movement. That tactic proved to be difficult because of the fact that everyone was moving so quickly. The aakor himself was already beginning to get light headed, so he dismissed the tactic for now. As people passed him, he had to repeatedly dust himself off because of the people passing him with high amounts of dust and chemical on their clothing. One out of every 50 people actually smelled nice, but that smell was slaughtered by the others. Throughout his own confusion, he suddenly felt a tug on his pocket. He looked down, but knew the direction of the pull, looking in that direction, seeing a Shuriken walking away, but ENOJI himself didn't know his name just yet. He followed him as the military personnel started to order everyone to leave. Enoji then grabbed his wallet along with 3 others, then moved back to make sure he didnt notice. ENOJI then went around  the crowd and stood in front of him with a stern face. “hello there”, enoji said sternly with his wings flapping. “Looks like someone got curious of my fake id. You'd think i'd carry that much money and a real credit card with me. fat chance.” ENOJI took out a money checking pen (yes those actually exist), and wrote on it, the ink turned black, meaning the money was fake.
"now, should i report you to the police, or should you apologize?" (sorry if that was a bit rough.)

[[INACTIVE]]

((Hey I'm thinking of re writing this RP to get more people to join. So we might have to restart if thats okay with you all, Under this is where we will restart, everything that happened above this never happened .))


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[Tempest (Red Panda)]

((My character is mostly in feral form btw, and only stands up occasionally))

Tempest ran along the tree branches the grew over the street, jumping, like a squirrel, from branch to branch. She kept checking to make sure her the bag on her steampunk belt hadn't opened, and it hadn't so far. She smiled and jumped on a big branch that hung low near a fruit venders cart. As she jumped on it, she held onto the branch with her hind legs and reached down to snatch an apple from a barrel as the vender turned to start packing up her cart. She giggled and put the apple in her mouth before the branch swung her back up again. The little Red panda used that momentum to hop to the next tree, which was a bit further than she could've jumped to on her own.


She sat down on a branch and ate the apple, listening to the tree groan and creak and breath in the crisp, warm air that day. She let the sun warm the fur on her back and she purred softly. As she finished the apple, she looked down to see a confrontation between a thief and a civilian. Her ears perked up and she watched them talk, giggling to herself. When she decided she had enough of watching, she dropped the apple core down next to them and walked along a branch that was near them, letting her weight bend the branch low enough for her to jump down safely. She stood up "Good afternoon guys, what's up?" Tempest cracked a crooked smile.

[[INACTIVE]]

The city was rumbling with cars and people mingling. The heat of August was intense. But you all where use to it since Tyria was know for being very hot in the summers.

[Oceanic815]

     Walk, step, step, walk.


     The stumbling . . . the stumbling steps he took afforded Mark's webbed feet, outfitted in sneakers, little purchase on the pavement below.


     Walk, step, stumble, walk.

     It was important to note the creatures on the street – his education had been certain of that.  Wolf.  Bear in uniform.  Feline of some kind.

     Mark’s outfit was stained.  Stained with the embrace of . . . the redness . . . the redness of something as red as blood.

     Well, it was blood.  Mark could hardly think straight, let alone come up with an appropriate metaphor for bloodstains right now.  Damn good thing he’d decided to wear his red sweater today, too, because-

     Stumble!

     Shit.  That one had been bad.  He was walking down a street without that many people on it, but still, he could feel he was drawing their eyes.  Which was funny, because his artwork had always been terrible.

     There you go.  Metaphor.  Kind of.

     Arachnid.  Parrot.  A . . . well, he actually didn’t recognize that one.  The hell was that thing?  He’d have to look it up.

     Exits, exits, where were the exits?  Well, he was on a street.  A military checkpoint lay far up ahead, but his ID would check out.  At least, it should.  Behind him was the highway, but that was way, way, down there.  Side streets led onto . . . more, bigger streets.  A city was funny like that, wasn’t it?  All of it, buildings, manholes, streets, lights, repeating itself.  Like a giant copier.

     Mark inhaled sharply.  On a serious note, he had lost a lot of blood and he knew that.  Still, though, his current goal was far too important to abandon.  Stopping for just a moment, Mark leaned into a doorway, peeling aside the locked laptop bag he held at his side.  Beneath it, the gash in his outfit stared at him, like that big canyon on the 4^th moon that he’d learnt about in College.  How long was the canyon?  1000 miles?  Yeah, sure.  Mark had a 1000-mile gash in his side.

     And if he didn’t make it to the SH, he’d be dead.  Well, presumably so.  Mark didn’t know that for sure, but he was pretty certain.  So he kept walking.  Kept stumbling.

     That side street would do nicely for the running-from-pursuit business.

     And goodness, why the hell did it have to be so hot here?  It was hot, and it was DRY hot.  Mark hated those combinations.  His water-resistant fur remained itself dry, but underneath that, he was sweating, his skin slick.  Which was remarkable, because Mark NEVER found himself sweating.

     Mark stumbled again, and distantly, he thought he heard somebody ask if he was okay.  He couldn’t make it.  He realized that now.  But he couldn’t go to a hospital, either.

     Exits?  Suddenly, they were all gone.  Mark’s hazy vision afforded him a view of none.  His mind rode on a cloud, up, up, up, away from his body.  He could hardly think anymore.

     Red panda.  Wolf . . . winged wolf.  Dragon.

     Hardly able to think, Mark couldn’t . . . process.

     He stumbled up to the trio of creatures.

     My, my . . . it appears . . . the weather is lifting.  Clouds . . . the cloud with his mind carried . . . him away.

     He was only ever so vaguely aware of his hands slapping the pavement as he tried . . . catching himself.  Like a push-up.  But push-ups never hurt this bad, why did it have to hurt so bad? . . .

[[INACTIVE]]

"Good morning citizens of Tyria! Today is March 7th 2015, Weather for today will be sunny with blue sky's! For the news today The Peace Sentinel's will be holding a meeting in the capital of Tyria, Impor. But President Bailey Arestoska will not be attending this meeting due to "Economic struggles." We will continue are report of this later." The radio went to static like the broadcast was just cut off. The Radio turned back on again and a voice with a thick accent from a eastern country began to speak. The microphone that the man was using was poor, but was understandable, "Idiot! Vklyuchite yego snova! *Cough* Sorry. This is Major Yastreb of the Universal Union of Arestoska. Are invasion has began, Your borders have been taken over and we are moving towards your capital. If you are hearing this, your district is under U.U.O.A control." *Music Begins to play, This *

[Tempest (Red Panda)]

Tempest jumped at the fainting otter and took her last bite of the Apple, tossing the core over her shoulder as she knelt down beside him. She pulled his eyelid up and watched his pupils. She then walked to his side and gingerly felt his side before flipping him over. Lifting up his shirt to reveal his wound, she winced and put his shirt back down. "Good gods and goddesses man..what have you been up to?" She murmured, ignoring the announcement like she always did. Tempest snapped near his ears and sighed. Someone this hurt would've found a hospital by now..unless they had something to hide.


      The bag and box on her belt were now open as she looked through them for something that might help. Finding her stitching needle and her gauze, she nodded. The small creature looked around and noted that the fallen man hadn't caught any attention yet. She pulled him under the nearby overpass and propped him up against the curved wall. Nobody really ever rode on the road under the overpass anyway. She searched his pockets and found his wallet, she looked at his ID and smiled at the picture. "Mark? Hehe that's my grampa's name." She put the wallet back and decided on putting her medical gauze around his abdomen for now. Waiting until he woke up to confirm he would want her help.

[[INACTIVE]]

The sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance. Soldiers from down the streets could be seen marching towards Mark and Tempest direction, they clearly can't see you two. There Flags waving above them with the color Red Symbolizing the blood they will spill to destroy its enemy's. There uniforms Black and red with ghoulish gasmask. There eyes glowing red with anger and hatred. If they find you two they will kill you on site, no questions asked. You could make out what sounded like singing. Yes, that is singing. They where singing what sounded something very similar to this. The sounds of boots begin to get louder and louder. There voices rumbling and echoing across the landscape. Its now or never you need to make a move.

[Tempest (Red Panda)]

She cussed under her breath and stuffed her belongings back into her belt pouches. She dragged him through the small tunnel and pushed him up onto the grass behind a little wall. Luckily, the wall was big enough for them to lay low behind it and hide. She perked her ears up and listened to the gravel crunch under their feet as they passed. Putting her hand over his to make sure his breathing or any noise he would've made would be muffled, she also held her breath. 'We need to go to my house..at least that place would be safe.' She thought. Her house was a few miles out of town, and getting there for her was pretty easy as she just jumped from tree to tree like some sort of squirrel. With him, however, it'd take at least an hour or two. Good thing she had room. She decided they'd move at night.

[Shuriken Hivitur]

Shuriken was just about to drop and run away from the winged wolf when an otter with vivid red coloring on his clothes stumbled up. He was just about to help, regardless of the wolf, when a furry flash came down from a tree, a red panda. The panda quickly got the injured otter away, bit not before Shuriken saw him. Suddenly, an announcement blared through, an ordinary thing except for the end.... The end... Cursing, he leaped straight up, beating his wings powerfully down, ripping his backpack a bit from the winged wolf s hands. From there, he could see all of it. Soldiers marching down the street, shooting furries left and right. Blood. Terror. No doubt the wolf could fly and was probably getting ready to give chase, so Shuriken banked sharply, following the progress of the red panda down below. She seemed nice enough, maybe she could give him done shelter, as he didn't have any.

[Tempest (Red Panda)]

Tempest looked up at the flying creature and made sure the coast was clear, she attempted to try and flag him down. Maybe he could help them. She looked back at the still otter and pressed her ear to his chest, his heart was still beating, but rather slowly. She cursed again and looked up to see that the sun was setting. Perfect.

[lonewolfthesniper]

watching furry's getting shot and terror spreading through the city is nothing new to him as he slinks through the city he spots a flying fur, then he hears foot steps and singing, he growls hating that he has to pull out his training to save the fur. slinking to a new spot he readys his knife to kill the troopers and get some furs to safety.