The Unforgiven

[Arke]

This is my little idea for an RP. If you listen to Guns 'N' Roses, you should recognize the name of the city. Mostly, I just want to see what happens if you ask people to tie music into an RP. The characters, the magic, even the settings. Even if they aren't directly pulled from songs or bands, they should have something. Like a 'Velvet Revolver' as some sort of keepsake, or the spell 'Thunderstruck'. And there's a plot, too!

Paradise City is hardly what it's name implies. Sure, the upper class sectors are well kept, the epitome of urban development. The buildings shine with a hint of chrome, the streets are clean, and there is none of the cramped feeling that so plagues other urban areas. But the lower sectors are utter slums, plagued with rampant crime, drugs, and all sorts of filth. South Paradise is dirty, festering, and in a perpetual twilight. What could these places possibly have in common?
The inhabitants of the North and South areas of Paradise City that goes by at least a dozen names. 'Soul' is one of the names used mostly in North Paradise, and 'Sin' in the South. Among other things, it can give people superhuman abilities, seemingly magical powers, and even make some people more (or less, depending on your opinion) than human.
The people of South Paradise are there because they have abused their powers, the slums serving as a constant reminder of their crimes. Anything more severe than petty theft is likely to get residents thrown into the slums with nothing but the clothes on their backs, and that is only if they are lucky. These are the cursed. The condemned. The Unforgiven.
The Unforgiven are ruled by powerful crime organizations that together rival the Council of North Paradise, but are constantly fighting each other as well as the city's law enforcers, the Troopers.

As far as bios go, you are free to be anything, from a Civilian or Trooper of North Paradise, to an Unforgiven or Gangster of South Paradise, or anything else you can think of. Also, be sure to list your Soul/Sin powers, and race (Human, Anthro, etc.)

Name: Dave
Age: 19
Race: Anthro Coyote
Faction: Trooper
Soul powers: Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis
Weapons: None
Description: He is dressed in the standard grey uniform of the citys Troopers, a silver bar on the side identifying him as a lieutenant. Unlike most Troopers, he is unarmed, choosing to rely on his powers over any sort of weapon. Also uncommon is the fact that he is a non-human holding an officers rank.

The Trooper sits inside an armored car, his squad looking out the small rectangular windows. "Welcome to the jungle," he said, not bothering to waste his time sightseeing. 'The Jungle' was the nicest term he could bring himself to use for the rathole that was South Paradise. Rocks and various other pieces of garbage clanked against the metal plating of the armored car, and profanities were uttered from every one of the Unforgiven who lined the streets. Dave, in no mood for this, turned to the driver. "How much longer?"
"Fifteen minutes, sir."
"Great..."

[Dr. Strange]

(you mean Metallica's The Unforgiven, right? xD Guns N Roses sings Paradice City, Welcome to the Jungle, not Unforgiven silly. Wait, I'm confused. Do you mean the song Unforgiven or Paradice City?)

Name:Samantha
Age: 15
Race: Human
Faction: Civilian
Soul Powers: Minor Telekinesis
Weapons: None
Description: Dressed in breeches and a thin shirt, Samantha carries herself like royalty. (which is kind of funny.)
(post more later.)

[Arke]

((You forgot Iron Maiden's 'The Trooper' ))

The car pulls into a small fortified building deep in South Paradise, a gate closing behind them. In what had turned out to be a twenty minute ride, they had been pelted with trash, shouted at, and shot at least twice. In a small garage, the doors of the car open and the squad jumps out. The coyote Trooper points to a truck that had been following. "I want those supplies unloaded now!" The others begin carrying the boxes in the back of the truck into the garage, the Trooper supervising.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

((do you mind if i join?))

Name:megan
Age: 14
Race: Human
Faction: civillian
Soul Powers: shapeshifter,telekinesis
Weapons: small knife
Description: Dressed in a ripped t-shirt and skirt, megan is shy but stubborn

[Arke]

((Not at all. Not much fun RP-ing with myself   ))

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

((true..i guess))
 she leant against the barbed wire fence, closing her paws around it whilst watching them loading trucks a few thoughts swirled through her head but she new to keep oit of site, for now that wqas anyway

[Arke]

The Trooper looks to the fence, his eyes falling on a human girl by the fence. He looks her over, looking into her mind a little as he walks over to the fence. "What are you doing out there? You're not Unforgiven." He walks to the gate, opening it for her just enough to let her through. "Hurry up, get in here." A few of the Troopers unloading the trucks turn to watch their Lieutenant, a few of them eying the girl suspiciously, and a handful of Unforigiven start moving toward the fence and the open gate.

[Thyclaine]

(Hope you don't mind if I join a little late. Also, i'll go ahead and make my intro post so i don't get behind.)

Name:Thyclaine
Age: 21
Race: Ringtail Cat
Faction: Civilian
Weapons: A bowie knife
Description: He is dressed in a white jacket and blue jeans. He has torn shoes on from life in the city. He is very smart and witty, and can outsmart many different people.
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Thyclaine drove up to the fence in confusion. He had never seen anything like this. He stepped out of his Don Pardo Pimpwagon and walked up to the fence, and peered through. He saw a human walk go through the fence, walking towards the operation.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

(1 music reference in the post. Can you guess it?)

[Arke]

((I got nuthin, unless you're a fan of David Bowie))

The Trooper waves the civilian on. "None of your concern. Just keep moving." Behind him, the truck was almost offloaded, and groups of what looked like civilians were carrying the boxes from the garage into the building next to it, which seemed almost like a bunker. The Unforgiven come closer to the wire fence, many carrying rocks or bottles. "All of you, get out of here!" He points his palm upwards, a short jet of fire streaking into the air and illuminating the gloom of the slums for a breif moment.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Name: Ember.
Age: 18.
Race: Anthro Black Wolf.
Faction: Unforgiven.
Soul powers: Telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and controlling darkness.
Weapons: Just herself.
Description: She is a slender, tall black wolf with black and red eyes. She is dressed in all black (shirt, pants, boots, and a long cloak) and has a look of defiance and determination about her.

She walks casually past the front of the crowd right next to the fence, staring right ahead. She saw the jet of fire streak into the air out of the corner of her eye and shook her head. "That's it? Real scary." She mumbled to herself. She turned her head and spit over the fence, and made sure she looked at the lieutenant before returning her attention to the direction she was walking in and continuing on. And your voice is the only thing, that speaks rebelliously in this world of claiming your own. There is no peace outside if there's nothing within. Love is addictive for the spirit. And your voice whispers with a roar, that fire rises up, refills. Place the right king on the throne. She thought loudly in her mind to herself.

[Dr. Strange]

Samantha watched the girl go through the gate, fascinated. She'd been living in the city for a month now and had never seen anyone so kind as the officer letting the girl in. She slumped against the gate a little further on, sighing. She hadn't had much sleep that past week, and it was taking its tole on her now.

[Arke]

The Trooper curses the Unforgiven aloud, the only words fit for young ears being 'Mouthy' and 'little'. "Now all of you, get out of here! This is territory of the Council, and I'd hate to make a mess on it! Go on, slither!" As he closes the gate, he catches sight of Sam. "You going to stay out there and rot, or are you coming in here, where it's safe?" He held the gate open, just wide enough for a single person to fit through. "You going to stay, or go?"

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

She turns right around on the spot, her fists all the way up to her shoulders becoming covered in flames (her body is special so she doesn't burn and she has flame-resistant, they set on fire but don't burn it's kinda complicated to explain, clothes). "Go ahead and curse me, lieutenant! You're not intimidating. You'll need a lot better stuff than that to insult or scare me after I've been in this Hell for so long. So go ahead and hit me with your best shot. Fire away." She said, obviously not scared at all of whatever the consequences of her words could be and giving a sarcastic kind of salute when saying 'lieutenant'.

((Music reference there should be obvious. haha.))

[Dr. Strange]

She lurched foreward and slipped into the gate, nodding to him as she passed. "And how do you prove its safer here than out there?" She asked, black circles under her eyes.

[Arke]

The Trooper smiles, more than willing to try the move that had given him the nickname 'Sandman'. He extended an arm toward her, saying the words he always said, whether he wanted to or not. "Say your prayers, little one..." The skill, though very draining, always filled him with a morbid satisfaction. First, the target would become increasingly weary until they eventually succumbed to sleep, given the Lieutenants tenacity. Once they fell asleep however, the nightmares would start. Each one so vivid, it was almost like living out your worst fears. For now at least, everything else could wait.