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Depending on the setting you want this Fallout RP to be in I can make some quick changes to their bio if needed.

ZOCOM wrote:

OOC: Oh, that's pretty cool. Okay I'm starting to get it now, I'm surprised that Aura and mana can become one like that... Then again I guess it would make sense. I've been thinking of Aura too simply. And now that I know what he's steering Duncan down, I can pick up on it better.

BIC:

Duncan was still taking in the crazy storm overhead, getting some feel for it before his future self takes a step forward with a frightening purpose. Even Duncan felt a chill up his back as he felt the serious tone and deadly intense behind the lightning as it cracked across the ground and in the air around him. He knew he couldn't get hurt in here... But the pressure his future self was giving off was insane. What kind of guy does Heimrich think I'll become in 5 years?

Duncan tried to move back before he felt the lightning from his future self ensnare him, using both his aura and his mana separately to try and break these bindings. Still trying to figure out how he created that yellow lightning from before. Though before he can think of figuring it out he listens more to what his future self has to say. From the sounds of it, Heimrich is predicting Duncan has more to lose in the next five years. He only had so much left, the thought that his friend predicted he could lose anything else before he got this strong. Ridiculous.. He was trying to get stronger so he would never have to lose the few things he has left... But it scared him. This future version of himself was a very possible future with the current state of affairs. Salem may not have him or Vengeance right now, but he still has the Templar. He still eyes on his home and on his remaining Family... He wasn't about to let Salem take them from him too.

So as he watched his future self continue to walk towards him, seeing that the eyes of the storm itself was moving with him... He realises something as his mind was full of bad ends. His... Aura and magic... He isn't using them separately. They felt like they're one and the same?! He only got more desperate as he wanted with all his heart to avoid becoming this future. Everything his future self said was right... His greatest lessons were beaten into him as it laid at death's doors and overcame them. But that was always with Vengeance's help, overcoming death with a patronising hand that manipulated him. These were not his lessons, they were all marks on his name handed to him by Vengeance whispering 'That's another one you owe me' in his ear every time he was helped back from the brink. Forever reminded Salem needed him as a tool and nothing more, death would always escape him. Not because he overcame it on his own, but because it was not convenient for Salem. "I'm not wasting anything!!" Duncan screams as he keeps struggling. His eyes fixated on his future self as he gritted his teeth, his aura and mana mixing as he raises his power as high as he can go and trying to force himself beyond it, yellow sparks start to grow larger and wilder as he uses every emotion he has at his disposal to use as a source to claw higher. Using every ounce of willpower and stubbornness he can muster to break free and refuse this future before finally digging into that seemingly bottomless well of rage and resentment he holds towards Salem. This training was to start him along his path towards killing that Forgotten god and tearing down everything he worked towards, he would not stop here even before they just begun.

Wabacha wrote:

His fist shakes in anger, but then the lightning stops, as his fist stays itself. The sky rumbles but no lightning emerges as silence befalls this restless battleground. "Honestly, seeing my younger self brings a bad taste to my mouth. All that pointless worrying. Do you want to know what happened, after I woke up to the reality, of who I am? I broke Salem. Over my knee, in his own realm. His body, his mind, his spirit. He never threatened anyone ever again. Not with some bloodline power that our ancestor needed to win his battles for him. All I needed it for was to wake up."

Future Duncan releases a breath before something changes with him, a low intensity that is a far cry from the the brilliant display he created before. "You want to know the true difference between him, you, and me? Why I won against an omnipotent Salem in his own realm, and why you will lose? He was our ancestor, the Crossed King. You, are Duncan Cross, heir to his power. But me?" The world loses focus as Future Duncan takes a step towards Duncan, the man becoming the sole focus of the world as space is bent between the two men, Future Duncan pulling back his right fist.

"I am this fist."

Duncan's head flies to the side, his body dragged with it, unable to register anything but Future Duncan's hand. But then it fades, unable to follow it.

"I am this shin."

As Duncan stumbles back his body buckles under the blast to his unsteady legs from Future Duncan's left leg slamming into the inside of his knee.

"I am this hand."

His near fall is stopped by a steadying hand that grips the neck of his hospital clothes, holding him aloft with comforting ease-

"I am this forehead."

-Only for him to be slammed into the ground as Future Duncan headbutts him, his present self creating a tunnel straight down with his own body.

Only three attacks and Duncan is shaken to his core at the exchange, not at the power of the attacks but at the purity of them. It is not yet over as Future Duncan begins to walk past the hole, moving away from it as the sky rumbles.

"I am the lightning."

His eyes clothes as his back is illuminated white by the bolt of lightning that bursts the earth around Duncan, freeing him in a blast of dirt and stone. Future Duncan tilts his head up with his eyes still closed.

"... I am the thunder."

A thunderclap rolls through the sky as Future Duncan stands unmoved. "What the hell are you afraid for, Duncan Cross."

ZOCOM wrote:

Amongst the frozen wasteland of britain, a land once ruled by a prestigious monarchy and was once the envy of the world being the most ethnically diverse and one of the most advanced countries in the world. Now reduced to an eternal tundra thanks to the great war that shook the sector to its very core.

Unlike the most reclaimed US of A, the land of New Albion as some of the survivors are calling it was an untamed and wild land filled with dangers. The monsters that lurk the frozen streets and cities include such monstrosities such as:

- Raddgers (Large 4ft tall, mutated badgers that evolved into predators that hunt the streets and existing subway tunnels for its main prey.)

- Radbits (The population is largely made of of the former domestic rabbit population. Now being 3ft tall mutated herbivores that survive on the mutated flaura that grows in the subway stations and natural pockets of wilderness that aren't as heavy thrown into the eternal winter.)

- Penguins (These creatures have thrived in the frozen wasteland of the wasteland, being immune to the radiation filled waters that surround the island nation they are often domesticated by shoreside settlements to fish for them sice the waters are filled with the likes of who knows what.)

- Midnight Fox (Being mutated from the native gray fox, these foxes have developed a sort of developed camouflage. That allows them to hide and survive out in the eternal tundra. These creatures have replaced any species of dog as domestic pet)

- Hydra (Heavily mutated from the captive snakes that lived in Zoo's or were kept as domestic pets, these creatures have grown to be 8ft tall with 4 heads like the mythic Hydra of legend. They number few but they cover themselves in the fur of their kills to help them survive in the tundra before they hide away in any place they can find warm enough to stay, eve if someone, or something is already living there. Being able to spit corrosive acid, radioactive venom and hallucinogenic vapour, they are a threat to any beast in the Tundra)

- Radhog (Mutated from the common hedgehog, these creatures are now 3ft tall and have developed a pseudo humanoid physique while being able to fully use their natural defences, still primarily traveling on all fours and even being able to fire their quills like pressure propelled spikes, they are highly dangerous yet docile until attacked.)

- Wolfman - (The previous government, knowing that war was inevitable, started to develop their own super soldier projects but did not go as far as using live humas for their testing. Instead they developed something that would boost the combat effectiveness of the military hounds. A virus with similar properties to the American FEV, or Forced Evolutionary Virus, in creating a more humanoid Canine with a developed intelligence. In most cases they were still no smarter than common domestic mutts, though some did develop sophisticated intelligence, being referred to as 'Alpha Wolfmen' out of respect. In their playing god they had created Pseudo sentience. Without a master, most travel in packs hunting the many creatures of the Tundras of Albion, though some have been domesticated by settlements that have raised their own Alpha's)

There are also more than afew races that now live on Albions surface, including the Wolfman that hunt in packs there are:

- Ghouls (Just like in America, the ghoul population here are humans that became heavily irradiated and mutated. Though because of the cold and frozen tundra they did not lose their skin, instead they developed icy blue eyes with their skin turning a similar colour. Being referred to as 'Wraiths' by others. Which the ghouls have taken to rather well, Wraith's take up a good majority of Albions sentient population. There are the feral versions known as Banshee's)

- Humans (Humans are the extremely rare species that have been able to survive in specialised city spanning bunkers known as 'Bastions'. Before the bombs fell, a Bastion was build ner every major city controlled by the crown and connected to secret train tunnels that the royal family had access to. Humans are often referred to as 'Pureborns' given that they aren't touched by the corruptive influence of the Tundra.)

And finally.

- AI (Before the war, since the United Kingdom was seriously lacking in man power compared to the armoured legions of America and the invisible commandos of China, they decided to create sentient machines that would serve the crown dutifully, to protect and care for the many Bastion's that lay under the cities of Albion. Along with the Wraith's they are amongst the only people that remember what it was like before the war.)

In the land of New Albion there are factions that lay claim to the many sections of land and its many Bastions and surface settlements that that provide food, water and shelter to those with the borders. Some representing good and upholding the chivalrous virtues of the old kingdom, while others only seek chaos. There factions are:

- Templar Monarchy (When the royal family struggled to survive they turned to the old legend of King Arthur, taking it abroad and using it as a beacon in this blinding tundra they now called home. Born from the London Bastion they quickly became a expansive army that wore mechanised suits to help the pure humans traverse the frozen tundras of the surface so that they may one day reclaim the surface and make it habitable again.)

- Church of Atom (You can't escape them no matter the landmass it seems)

- Coalition of Winter (A militia government made up entirely of Wraiths and Wolfmen that make sure the surface settlements stay safe and protected against the hostile monsters of the Tundra. They tend to steer clear of the Monarchy unless they absolutely have to since they are often referred to as 'poor wretches' or such in that old timey talk. But they do work well with them)

- Order of the Server (The AI race formed their own expansive military government, that works with the Monarchy and the Coalition, often keeping to themselves unless it concerns matters that demand cohabitation or additional supply routes that keep their population at a steady number. They are considered Neutral in the state of things)

- Cult of Ice Ages (These are a faction of crazed Wraiths that think that the tundra was their punishment for being too proud and corrupt, so Albion should belong to the true heirs to the land, the likes on the Wolfmen and the other creatures. They will attack anyone regardless of affiliation.)

Amidst all this madness, life persists as it always does. Life may not be easy but it was still a living, there was no imminent threat to the lifestyles of those that called it home... At least for the moment. But someday soon, something would come to Albion that would change it for years to come... It will come down to those that live there and those that arrive on the isles shores to see how to change this realm. Either for better, or for worse.