Not too long ago, men thrived. They were everywhere. No matter how much you imagined, you were never really alone. You were simply there. No one cared about you. There were more important people, more important things.
And then that changed. It started when a doctor relaxing saw a red spot in the sky. It came closer, until the doctor could make out that it was a dragon. The doctor's body was found later, ripped to shreds.
More of these 'things', the dragons, came to Earth. They killed everything and anything in their sight. Soon, only a select few humans were left. And they were not important. They were the forgotten. The race that was so forgotten, that they had mutated themselves. They had make their bodies so disfigured, so horrible, that they hid underground. And dragons thrived.
[You are either a forgotten or a dragon. The forgotten and the dragons have worked together in harmony for a few years, but then the dragon's food ran out. The dragons started attacking the forgotten when they could. This was war.
There are NO humans. NONE.
Spot saved for Morianna. =)
Spot saved for Jens. =)
Remove brackets from bios.
Name:
Species:
Age (for dragons, probably one thousand or something, the forgotten live as long as humans):
Appearance (if you are the forgotten, remember, you're disfigured):
Personality:
Other:
My Bio
Name: Morym
Species: One of the forgotten.
Age: 25
Appearance: Blue skin, red face. Hunchback.
Personality: Not telling.
Other: King of the forgotten.
We'll wait for six people excluding myself, and then we'll start. Three forgotten, and three normal dragons, and a dragon king. ^^]
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Anubis on Thu Aug 05, 2004 9:47 am, edited 3 times in total.