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[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

   The city was born from a world of chaos, ruled by a dictator that rained ash from the sky.  It was meant to be a utopia, a perfect example of what a prosperous country should be, if we all worked together to succeed.

But its in our nature to be selfish and brutal creatures.

You spent your whole life hidden behind the comfort of the trees, but it’s finally time to step foot into the bright lights of the big city.  Will you glow alongside them or will they burn your delicate, untouched skin?

THE SHELTERED is open for application && a most wanted role !!  Faceclaim is Im Jin-Ah with alternates by request.                                                                         Apply today !!

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[steelmistspromos]

    The city was born from a world of chaos, ruled by a dictator that rained ash from the sky.  It was meant to be a utopia, a perfect example of what a prosperous country should be, if we all worked together to succeed.

But its in our nature to be selfish and brutal creatures.

You’re everything your family wants you not to be.  A disgrace, a constant disappointment.  Why not live up to their expectations and make a real name for yourself, one that ruins theirs?

THE MISFIT is open for application && a most wanted role with connections that are already filled !!  This is a non-cis required role with gender UTP.  Faceclaim options include Jacob Artist and Jessica Szohr with other by request.                                                                          Apply today !!

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[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

    The city was born from a world of chaos, ruled by a dictator that rained ash from the sky.  It was meant to be a utopia, a perfect example of what a prosperous country should be, if we all worked together to succeed.

But its in our nature to be selfish and brutal creatures.

You live life one day at a time.  Why overthink things?  It’s only ever failed you in the past.  You jump from one high to the next, hoping that small bit of euphoria will carry you towards tomorrow and help you forget all those rotten yesterdays.

THE DERELICT is open for application && a most wanted role with connections that are already filled !!  This is a non-cis required role with gender UTP.  Faceclaim options include Eka Darville, Katie Findlay, and Bill Skarsgård with other by request.                                                                          Apply today !!

                               MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ OTHER ROLES

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

    The city was born from a world of chaos, ruled by a dictator that rained ash from the sky.  It was meant to be a utopia, a perfect example of what a prosperous country should be, if we all worked together to succeed.

But its in our nature to be selfish and brutal creatures.

Your upbringing has left you hopeful and idealistic: promising that one person can be enough to change the world.  Harmony did, why not you?  As a newly elected official on the city’s Senate, now’s your chance.

THE IDEOLOGUE is open for application && a most wanted role !!  Faceclaim is Steven Yeun with alternates by request.                                                                          Apply today !!

                               MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ OTHER ROLES

[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

 The city was born from a world of chaos, ruled by a dictator that rained ash from the sky.  It was meant to be a utopia, a perfect example of what a prosperous country should be, if we all worked together to succeed.

But its in our nature to be selfish and brutal creatures.

You live to serve, and you do it quietly.  Your loyalty extends further than the money you’re paid, though you’ve begun to question your assignment’s judgement and morality.  Will you speak up, or stay silent to retain her trust?

THE PROTECTOR is open for application && a most wanted role with connections that are already filled !!  Faceclaim options include Charlie Hunnam or Alexander Ludwig with alternates available by request.                                                                       Apply today !!

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[steelmistspromos]

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                           MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ ROLES ≋ TALK TAG

[steelmistspromos]

 The city was born from a world of chaos, ruled by a dictator that rained ash from the sky.  It was meant to be a utopia, a perfect example of what a prosperous country should be, if we all worked together to succeed.

But its in our nature to be selfish and brutal creatures.

You live to serve, and you do it quietly.  Your loyalty extends further than the money you’re paid, though you’ve begun to question your assignment’s judgement and morality.  Will you speak up, or stay silent to retain her trust?

THE PROTECTOR is open for application && a most wanted role with connections that are already filled !!  Faceclaim options include Charlie Hunnam or Alexander Ludwig with alternates available by request.                                                                       Apply today !!

                            MAIN ≋ MESSAGE ≋ SYNOPSIS ≋ OTHER ROLES