Thread: The New World (BlisteredBlood/Nexii)

The year is 4019. 1500 years had passed after the end of the last World War that had plunged all of Earth's population into chaos and ruin when all of humanity's greatest fears were realized in one instant. A nuclear holocaust on a global scale. Those that did survive the blasts had hidden themselves away in various vaults and fallout shelters all across the world, while the best and the brightest were sealed away in cryogenic chambers with the hope of rebuilding society one day. For the rest of humanity, they ventured out into the ruined wastelands to at least try to rebuild some modicum of a society on their own. But what would unfortunately happen, due to the vast amount of radiation that still lingered in the air would cause these humans to become mutated apparitions of their former selves, soon turning on their fellow brethren. Nothing would survive in this harsh, brutal, and unrelenting hellscape that soon followed and as eventually, all of humanity itself seemed to die off within the next 500 years, leaving those that were still frozen in those chambers and hidden deep underground within those vaults without the chance to rejoin their friends, families and loved ones alike. Or so it would seem. One young man would awaken from the long cryogenic sleep when one circuit shorted out on his capsule, causing him to slowly awaken. When he did, what he would awaken to was something far removed than what he once remembered. Most of the capsules here had already been opened or were destroyed. He didn't know whether it was from the plants that had grown here or otherwise, but the one thing he did know was that he needed to get out of this place. That young man was Alphonse Holystone , who was transferred here after the Americas had become overrun with a demonic infestation. At least, that was from what he could've remembered. The rest of which after that had been an absolute blur. It had been several months since that day, and now, here he was in a detention cell, dressed only in a grey undershirt, his traveler's cloak pulled open to reveal slightly tanned arms that bore quite the bit of muscle - he needed it in order to swing that big claymore around, anyway - but was slim enough to make him seem as though he wasn't much of anything. At his waist were a dusty grey pair of pants, accented with a black leather belt with three pouches on the left sight of his waist that were emptied - as he was right handed, naturally - and a simple pair of black shoes. For all intents and purposes, he could've been mistaken for a simple elven commoner that was out travelling with his hood pulled up over his head and no one would've been the wiser. That was, up until an unlucky gust of wind knocked the hood off of his head, revealing him to be a human. The resulting screams would draw the Vanadian city guards, who promptly surrounded him with weapons drawn. He would then lift his gloved right hand up and passed it over his hair of a reddish color, pushing it up and over his closed eyes for a moment before he then let out a sigh as they opened, revealing a set of hunter green colored eyes to a set of bars in front of him. So, Alphonse droned out for a moment as he then looked up at the two guards that stood in front of him. I don't suppose I can make a phone call or maybe get a lawyer or something, because if I'm charged with something here, I dunno if I should be here or not. He began before getting one of the guards to snap back at him with a fierce look. You are detained, creature! Now shut your head before I come in there and wrench it off your shoulders! The guard snarled at him, causing Alphonse to hold his hands up and gave a whistle. Ooooooo- whee! Touchy little fuzzball, ain'cha? Alphonse chided the guard jokingly, who only glared at him with intent. Apparently, they weren't much for jokes... Wherever this place was. Last edited Feb 9, 2019