The Revolution [sci-fi advanced](Accepting OPEN)

[RP_Master_Jak]

The Earth, thought to be the only habitable planet in the galaxy. As I said, we THOUGHT Earth was the only one. But now we know better.
The year is 3089. The problem is an inbound asteroid that would wipe out the planet. The only solution to be found was to evacuate the whole of Earth’s population. Everyone was forced to board massive ships, all bound for space, and some other planet where mankind could settle safely.
In the year 3090, we found it, another planet that would support humanity. And s we landed, not even thinking of the dangers that we might face, not even thinking to test for new diseases. That is why it spread, pure human stupidity.
It started with isolated incidents, a few women here and there, but in time it spread, whole countries engulfed by this new virus. And yet it did no harm to the bodies of those infected. It made them better. It only seemed to infect women, but the infection was highly noticeable. They grew to eight feet tall, and became stronger and faster than any man before. And boy did they use that to their advantage.
They took over, overthrowing every world government one by one in place of a monarchy, under the Great Queen. She then appointed lesser queens to govern the four continents, the great Northlands, the mining regions of the South range, the fertile plains of the Grand basin, and the industrialist lands of the East isles. There was no hope for men, whom were treated as slaves, and forced to labor for the queen’s will. Some were bought and made into mere playthings for the powerful women, others went to the mines, searching for strange crystals that amplified the power of the women, and some were made into gladiators, whose only purpose was to die before the great masses at the hands of a women gladiator.
But this would not be forever. The revolution is now. The men must band together, and fight for their right to live as true men.

Choose your side wisely…  

[RP_Master_Jak]

RULES: (Sorry folks, gotta have 'em...)

1. Basic rules, no PP, GM, Sues, etc.
2. Pm profiles to me, with the title "F.E.V. infection"
3. PG-13 please.
4. Each women is allowed 2 powers, but try to keep them realistic. No instant kill powers. Allowed powers can range from voice of seduction to size changing of any body part to telekinesis. More than one person can have the same powers. Powers are controlled by the crystals, so if one of yours is destroyed, you lose one power, but can pick up a new one later. PM me if you get a new power crystal.
5. Everyone in the resistance has two ranks, one for in the world, and one for in the resistance. If you are not in the resistance movement, then you only have one rank or title.

Women:
Gaia name:
Name:
Age:
Faction:
Powers:
Weapons:
Rank: (1st grade(lowest, commoner.), 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th(Highest, queen.)(Resistance: Supplier, stocker, spy, protector, or soldier((if soldier, you are a betrayer to the queen.)
Appearance:
Bio: (family, personality, history, etc.)

Men:
Gaia name:
Name:
Age:
Faction:
Weapons:
Rank: (Resistance: Any of the military ranks, I will assign you a squad and position, but you may request a particular spot and I will review your profile and whether or not I should put you there.)(Miner, slave, toy, gladiator.)
Appearance:
Bio: (family, personality, history, etc.)  

[RP_Master_Jak]

Received profiles:

Gaia name: RP_Master_Jak
Name: Chris Grossman
Age: 18
Faction: Rebellion
Weapons: That giant claymore on his back, and whatever else he can get his mitts on.
Rank: Gladiator - Sargent
Appearance:
Bio: He was born into gladiatorial status, his father was a "toy" for his mother, a women Gladiator. Chris became known as the white king, simply because he alone was able to hold a claymore in each hand and fight, while being weighted down by white armor and sacks of white rocks. He was often spared from death simply because he put on a good show, and was a favorite of many of the spectators. But now, his secret life must come to light. When he became a gladiator, the resistance approached him, and he could not refuse. He became a Sargent, and is in command of the first stealth squad. But how long can he keep this part of him secret when war is coming so quickly.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

Updates:

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Black list:  

[RP_Master_Jak]

(Ok, now just to wait for more people to arrive...)  

[RP_Master_Jak]

(Doo dee doot doot doo.)  

[RP_Master_Jak]

(doo dee doo da doot doo.)  

[RP_Master_Jak]

(I may as well start now. If anyone wants to join they know what to do.)

"Another bleak sunrise." Said a young man, clad in all white armor. Another day of fighting for his life, and another day of watching fellow men die. But this day was special. Today he would prove his worth, and possibly be allowed some better accommodations than these four cold walls and hard wood bunk. Perhaps he could even be moved from the cold dank of his room, which sapped his strength, making it harder for him to put on the grand shows that he must participate in. A large, well armored women came and unlocked his door.
"The time has come, white king." She said, and he stood, turning away from his window, and facing the door, and the hell that was to come. He was lead, handcuffed, to a large chamber, and was given his sword. A large, black Claymore, unwieldy to any man but him. But he was born for this, and knew what must be done. He had been blinded to the carnage through his mother, who taught him to become a great and powerful gladiator. Of course, that meant nothing for men now. Now they were merely slaves and toys for the women. Now they kept in oppression. Any of his earning from this fight would go straight to his mother, and she would use them for her own gain, and he would spend all his life fighting in the arena.
The time had come, as the artificial fog would be rolling over the battlefield now, and the doors above him opened. He was raised on a platform, facing away from his enemy, and he waited for the signal to turn, and face his unknown foe.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

He turned to look at his opponent, whom was clad entirely in black. The Executor.
"The White King faces Execution! Can he survive this one, or is it finally time for his reign to end?" An announcer shouted over the woman's roars and cheers. A few had black banners to support his foe, while some of the younger women wore all white in support of the young king. He smiled to them, and bowed to his opponent. This fight would be difficult. She had a reputation for never sparing a man. Now he had to push himself to avoid death and win the fight.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

"Who could have seen this coming. The Executor fighting the King, the mentor and apprentice, Mother and child, locked in combat." The black clad woman said, hefting her spear. The king only drew his Claymore.
"Don't hold back mom. You know I won't." He said, and he readied his defense. That spear would skewer him if he wasn't careful.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

The king blocked thrust after thrust of the spear, playing defensively and moving swiftly to avoid her attacks. He had to focus on his own survival while providing a good show for the spectators. He had to provide a good show or they'd kill him. And he would not die. Not yet.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

"You've been training for this day, haven't you?" She said.
"Indeed, I knew it was coming from the start." He answered, and he turned aside a thrust, then slammed his claymore into the wood of the spear, shattering the point clean off. Then he realized too late that he had left himself open, and he was hit with the other end of the spear, being thrown into a wall.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

He staggered out of the hole he'd made in the wall, shaking himself to refocus his eyes. That hit would have killed an ordinary man, but then again, he was the White king. Something like that was only a minor annoyance to him. Now for the real fighting to begin.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

He knew he only had to hold on for another few seconds. Then he heard the explosion. It was time to leave. He raced to the hole in the stadium wall that the explosion made, a group of men rushing in with rifles covering his back. He stopped and turned around.
"FOR THE REVOLUTION!" He shouted, and raced off, the other men following him.
"Alexi, good to see you still live." A man said.
"Good to see you are the same, Grigor." Alexi replied, smiling as his best friend and comrade raced with him to the tunnel. All of them would get through, then block the entrance with rubble. They would then cause multiple cave ins as they went, so as to slow any pursuers.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

(Man, why is no one joining this... I'm so lonely...)

They had reached the first cave in site, and had planted the explosives. They would be detonated when they were far enough away fro it to be safe. Alexi had an iron grip on his claymore and was watching for pursuers. They were lucky that the attack had surprised the women. It gave the men a little time before the women could summon their soldiers.