The end of a Third World War might seem like a blessing dosn't it? Well think again.

In the year 2313, a 30 year feud of the world has finally come to a close, but after life hasn't gotten any better. From the turmoil of war, territories have been lost, families and torn apart, All countries have been flung into regional debt, and without any rulers in existence, it is a dog eat dog world. You have to fight to survive.

Helix's University of Combat and Defense was opened to teach the younger generation how to live in a world of danger, preparing them to be able to defend themselves in order to live. Hundreds of students from all over the world arrive at the Helix doorstep every year, but it life in the school isn't easy. Constant training, harsh discipline and a high expectancy is what awaits inside.

You play a student enrolled at Helix. Determine their fate and adventures as they are taught to kill.

-Rules-

1. Provide a skellie. No more than two characters please and you must keep up with BOTH of them. There's nothing worse than dropping a character in a story.

2. Violence and romance is great but please keep it PG-13. No gory porn scenes. wags finger at you

3. NO god-modeing or killing characters without my permission. Way uncool.

4. Have fuuuuuun~!!!

-Skellie-

Name: Age: Place of origin: Appearance: Talents: Bio: Other: ((if I totally forgot something!))

Well, thats about it. If you have any questions feel free to post a comment on my profile.

-Ire🌈

((Onto Other Calamities.:. I will join! Through forgive me, I am writing this at 11:30 or so))

Name: Natalie Amsden Age:17 Place of origin: Britain Appearance: Not mine Talents: Is able to make perfume-like gas or can make poison look like just about anything that can be used for appearance (such as makeup, lipstick,etc) . It is harmless when it is liquid, but when used, it can kill people. Natalie is very good with small knives, she tends to hide them in the hardest of places and takes them out whenever she wants to showoff or if she is angered. She is able to detect and cure only a selected amount of poison. Bio: Natalie's parents scrounged all they had and then some in order to for both Natalie and their son to be able to get a proper 'education' and 'honor' them. When she was younger, she was in a factory that had children of all ages create mundane things in order to pass weapons and such outside of the country. When Natalie was accepted into Helix University, she is willing to fight tooth and limb in order to pass with high regards. Other: Natalie can either be an angel or a she-devil. She is very good at hiding any evidence that pointed to her. Most of the time she tends to be alone but when she needs numbers, she can quickly summon a lot of allies. When she wants something, she tries any possibility or chance for her to get it.

Name: Nikolai Harkov Age: 19 Place of origin: Russia Appearance: Not mine Talents: Is very skilled at quickly assembling and disassembling guns. An expert at snipering and using a hand gun. Through he does not look like it, but is has a brown belt and is working on getting the black belt. He tends to think things over and take note in his surroundings. Bio: Russia was known for its hard times, and yet it is also known for its people who managed to push through those terrible moments. Nikolai grew up in a struggling family, experiencing the joys and hardships of their life. Nikolai was amongst the many youths of 'Mother Russia' to take up guns. It was from this, he was able to achieve the quick hands that he has. Nikolai was one of the lucky few to enter Helix University. Other: Nikolai tends to be in places that are too quiet or too loud. he is a serious night owl. He does most of his sleeping in the library. He tends to do a lot of thinking and a little less talking.

((Hello Ire. been a while, lol ^.^ Hope I can join!))

Name: Julien Toussaint

Age: 19

Place of origin: Carencro, Louisiana

Appearance: not mine Talents: He is very fast and agile, and uses his body or his staff for most of his fighting. He relies on his flexible legs and his speed to fight usually, but when that doesn't work he uses a long simple steel staff that he carries with him everywhere. He is very accurate when it comes to fighting with his staff; most usually see him as a bit of a show-off, since a part of his fighting style requires him to twirl it often (granted, he is a bit of a show-off...).

Bio: He was left at an orphanage when he was born, but was adopted when he was three to a rather large family in Carencro. He was raised knowing that they weren't his biological parents, but Julien saw them as his parents. the family consisted of a mother, two sisters and a brother; he was the third oldest (the brother, Remy, being the oldest, and his sister, Serafine, being the second, he, the third, and Juliette being the youngest). One day, when Julien was fifteen, the war reached Louisiana by means of bombing. Everyone was killed except for Julien and Juliette, who had been protected by Remy and Serafine; their mother hadn't been with them at the time, and so she had no hope for protecting any of them. They were both taken to a hospital, but Juliette died three days later. Julien then became a lonely and reserved wanderer, stealing for money (this is where he learned most of his skills), until he found his place at Helix.

Other: Speaks in heavy Cajun accent. Just as a warning, I'll be writing with his Cajun accent as well, so for some it might be a tad hard to read, lol. He is a cheerful person who likes to talk to people about superficial things. He usually doesn't lend out his opinion unless asked and he gets touchy very easily. You don't want to set the Cajun boy off, believe me. Many find him comfortable to be around, but he doesn't have any close friends really. (Though he'd love some!)

((This looks very interesting~^_^))
Name: William Holland
Age: 16
Place of Origin: Czech Republic
Appearence: He has somewhat long red hair with some brown streaks. A spray of freckles covers his nose and the surronding area, and his eyes are hazel.
Talents: He's very good at deciving people, and he can make you think the worst thing in the world was something you could not live without. He's also quick on his feet thanks to his short size of 5' 12" and a lot of practice from running away from the enraged venders when he stole their bread in his hometown. His memory is photographic; show him a map and he'll remember every twist and turn for at least five days after. He fights using metallic thread that he keeps in a spool in his pocket at all times.
Bio: William's life was normal enough at first. He grew up in a normal family as an only child, and his parents had jobs that payed enough to survive. However, once the war began, his house was bombed by soldiers. His parents didn't survive, but he did. Barely. He was pulled out of the smoldering rubble by a soldier and was captured. The soldier was leading him, with a gun pointed at his head, to a slave camp. But suddenly, another child tackled the soldier, a boy William relized was one of his friends. He mouthed the words-"Run away!" and so William did. He ran and ran until he was extremly weary. But at that point, he had ran so far as to discover Helix.
Other: He's a quiet boy, but will speak up whenever he feels he should. His replys are either serious or witty,; the latter much more common.

Hello ireland, long time no talk, eh? May I join?

Name: Bishop Ashby Age: 17 Place of origin: Ireland Appearance: My Character Talents: He is very skilled with blades of all kind, and he is able to make a meal out of most anything. When he angry he feeds off of it and overeacts to the extreme. He is always carrying at least three blades on his person. As his parents were smiths, they taught him how to make weapons and armor, a skill which he uses to an extreme of fashioning weapons into all his things. he carries a flick-out a dagger in his gloves, which he is never without. Bio: Ever since he was young he had been involved in the war, he helped to make weapons with his Mum and Pa. They taught him most of his skills. His father was a heavy drinker a trait which he inherited in a slightly different liquid. Other: Is addicted to soda, and as such is easily swayed and bribed by others for the right flavor or price. He has an extremely bad temper.

((Hey all, thanks for joining! Ill post my skellie a little later.

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(( Ohhh, could I join, please? ))

Name: Kiyoko Kinjo Age: 17 Place of origin: Okinawa, Japan Appearance: Picture of her n_n She has layered brownish hair. Tan is her favorite color and she wears in often. Her hair is never tangled, she hasn't figured out why. Talents: She is good with karate. Very afraid of guns. ( You'll figure out in a second why ) Anything that isn't natural ( With the hands, feet, body parts ) she won't do. A problem, yes. Bio: She was only little when the war started, her father forced to go to war and going MIA for four years then found dead in a pile 13 other of POW's. She her whole live so far was a bucket of tears but somehow all was managed to put a smile on. Her boyfriend was forced to go to war too, gone in less than 4 weeks. Still, she managed to smile through it all. Her mother was heartbroken about everything and sent her brother in hiding so they wouldn't drag him to war to. When he was found in the basement a year later the goverment found her mother guilty of hiding him and sentinised her to 19 years in prision, along with her and her little sister. After 2 years in prision, the year the war ended her sister starved to death and her mother sent her off to learn to fight, while she was dying in prision.. All that she took with her was her mothers cloak, and jade necklace and a scrap of her sister's scarf, for remembering her. Oh ya, and the clothes she was wearing. Yet, she still smiles, normally not be when she gets around someone her likes, she giggles. (Like she did with her dead boyfriend) Other: Don't think so XD

((Are we gonna start soon? -hopefulface-))

((OOC: Sounds pretty cool. Mind if I throw one of my characters off in the mix?))

Name: Garrett Jennings Age: 18 Place of origin: Alabama, United States of America Appearance: Garrett has shaggy, sand colored hair that covers his neck, and ears, and falls over his eyes. His hair is naturally layered and feathery. His eyes are always covered by his hair, but when you see them, they are a dark mahogany and full of sadness. He stands at a slightly short 5'8'' and is muscular. He is naturally slightly tanned, and his canine teeth are naturally pointed. He dresses in hoodies and jeans most of the time. Talents: He is strong, really strong. His best weapons are his speed and strength. He prefers blades to guns, but he can use either. His favorite weapon is a pair of daggers. Bio: He grew up in Alabama, and was raised by his mom and dad as an only child. His dad went into the war when he was a kid, and his aunt came to live with him, so he was raised with his mom, aunt, and two cousins, who were twin girls, and his age. When he was thirteen, his cousins were shot by someone who apparently didn't like his family. This made Garrett want to train to become stronger, to protect his mom and himself. He's really quiet, and doesn't trust people. He hates personal contact or eye contact.

((alrighty then))

Name: Niamh Aberdeen Age: 16 Place of origin: Japan, Ireland Appearance: Ish not mine Talents: Niamh is very smart and great at hacking computers and figuring situations out. The problem... shes kind of a wimp. She is terrible with weapons and fighting. Bio: Niamh's lived with her father in a somewhat lower middle-class neighborhood in Japan for most of her life. However, One day when there was an argument between some local fighter gangs, Niamh's father was killed when he stepped in and break reason with them. Niamh was then sent to live with her aunt in Ireland, who sent her off to Helix before you could say "Kazoo".

((Hope it's okay that Hotleray started, Ireland. ^.^))

Julien sat, one leg tucked up to his chest and the other stretched before him as he leaned against the wall of the practice hall. He was, without a doubt, completely ad utterly bored. He had already stretched and did some weight lifting, but was bored of the individuality of the action. He wanted to spar. Not to get into a fight or anything, mind you; Julien never looked for a fight, he just got antsy very easily. It was hard for him to sit still. So when he saw a girl he had heard was named Scratt leave one of the fighting dummies, he brightened up a bit. Maybe she would be open for an innocent little dual.

He rose slowly and walked over, a careless grin plastered on his face; in truth, people rarely ever saw him without the signature grin. It was rare that he frowned, but it was also rare that he smiled as well. It was never a true smile with him. He walked across the room resembling a panther; he looked sleek and dangerous, but at the same time he looked calm. Maybe it was the seemingly endless amount of energy he was keeping contained.

He waved at the pink-haired girl nonchalantly and ran his hands through his bangs, a habit of his. "Yah seem t' have some pent-up energy there, chere," he said, his heavy Cajun accent coloring the statement. "You up fo' a spar?" he asked, nodding over at the sparring mats with that little grin on his face. This one showed a bit of teeth.

(("chere" is a nickname he uses for some girls, in case you were wondering. It's very amusing writing this character, since he's based off of my uncle.))

William was outside, relaxing in the little time they were allowed, when it dawned to him. He frowned. He was bored, very bored. He sighed. What did a guy have to do to get some amusement during their free time. But then an exellent plan, if he had to say so hinself, wriggled into his brain. Scratt! She was probably practicing! He grinned at his idea. He had not yet gotten the pleasure of being formally introduced to her, but he had heard things about her. Like, she loved to tease and that she could punch you into next weekend. And that she practiced whenever she was able. So, smiling, William walked with his arms behind his head, to the practice hall.
Just as he suspected. She was there. He stood, looking through one of the open windows, resting his head on the windowstill. His eyes widened. She was good. Really good. He watched as a teacher came over to her and asked to do something else. William smirked. She gave no witty reply, which what he would've done in that situantion. Suddenly he heard someone talk in a heavy accent. He looked over to see that Cajun boy, Julien, was it?, walk over to Scratt and talk to her. William couldn't make out most of what he said, but he clearly heard-"You up fo' a spar?" That caught William's attention. He stood there, watching intently, to see what would happen. Maybe free time wasn't as boring as he thought.

Garrett sat on the floor in the practice area, and sighed, leaning back against the wall. He wasn't bored, like most people. Garrett was never really bored. He was just calm, and collected, and alone, just the way he liked it. He watched as everyone trained, one girl pounding a dummy to shreds, and then getting called, "antsy" by the professor. A few people lifting weights, and fighting dummies, and a few people relaxing.

"Meh," Garrett hopped up, in one swift movement, and approached a dummy, a dagger in each hand. He was going to practice throwing daggers a bit, and then do some other practices.

He threw one dagger, hitting the dummy square in the forehead, and then throwing the other one, hitting the dummy in the chest, a little off of where the heart would be. "Crap," Garrett fetched his daggers, and backed up, further away this time.

He threw them both, in the same swift motion, and one hit the shoulder, and the other in the pit of the stomach. Instead of fetching the daggers, he ran, and then hit the dummy with an uppercut, sending it into the air. He smirked, and he hit it again, this time with three swift punches, sending it into the air again, and knocking the daggers out.

The daggers almost hit the floor, but Garrett moved, and caught them both, and then sent the dummy flying into the wall with a nice kick. He smirked, proud of his power, and then wiped a bit of sweat off of his hairline. He was getting pretty good at fighting, if only he could improve his dagger skills.

Julien grinned as she agreed. "Merveilleux (wonderful)! I don' tink you'll be disappointed, non?" He removed his overshirt, which was unbuttoned, to reveal him in baggy jeans and a black wife beater. He wasn't muscular, but he was well-toned due to his self-inflicted strict training regiment. He nodded his head to the side to try and get his bangs out of his face and Stretched his arms over his head. "'De safe word can be "give," jus' ta make t'ings easy."

He shifted and stretched, moving his feet with precision on the blue mat. He hadn't planned on a spar today, and so he hadn't dressed accordingly; he wouldn't be as flexible as he normally was, due to his jeans, but he didn't mind. He leaned forward and stretched his legs, making sure to really stretch - he knew that Scratt was a formidable opponent, and he wanted to be as flexible as possible; his legs were what he primarily fought with, due to his agility. He was excited to fight her.

After a minute or two he stood, getting into a casual fighting stance and grinning. He hopped from one foot to the other slightly, his adrenaline beginning to build. He could feel the enegy in the room build as well; quite a few people were watching now.

"Ready wheneva you are, chere."

She walked up to Julien and spoke softly. " Konnnichi, doko kankei jibun inshi benjo ryokou? " She realizes shes not in Japan. " E... Uhm. Excuse.. meh. Waere do me, I mean I put these.... bags? Sorry.. I donta speak very good... eigo, I mean english. " She chokes back on her words, regreting them. " Were do I put my bags? Is what I ment.

((sorry. Havent been able to get on the computer for a while. DX))

Peeking out of the girls dressing room, Niamh took a quick breath as she watched punches thrown and daggers tossed at dummies. She had been slowly trying to sneak back into the haven of lockers and feet/perfume smell when the main coach spotted her. Ms. Pasafeld strode over and placed her hands on her hips.

"Aberdeen! Dont think you're sneaking out of practice again young lady! Come, its time to make a Fighter out of you!" she said pulling an almost whimpering Niamh along by the wrist. A rather Large and muscular woman was Ms. P and there were several reasons why Niamh tried to avoid her. One, she always smelled curiously like bleach and beef jerky. Two, she had built up an obsession of trying to find what talents were 'hidden inside' of Niamh, and that it only took a matter of time until they jumped out. Soon when they reached the blue mats, Ms. Pasafeld grinned her painfully bright smile and patted Niamh on the back. "Go get 'em tiger!"

Julien chuckled as the clueless girl asked him about her bags. "Well, mi n'est certes pas un spécialiste (I'm no expert), but I tink you'd bettah ask a professeur (teacher)," He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He realized a bit too late he'd said almost half of that in french, and so he tried to repair it for the foreign girl. His english was good, he just wasn't used to speaking it fluently, and he sometimes forgot not everyone knew french. "Ask 'dat lady over 'dere," He said, pointing to the woman next to Scratt. He felt bad for his behavior, but he couldn't really help it. He gave the girl an apologetic grin.

He looked back at Scratt, surprised that she didn't try to take advantage of him being distracted. He was prepared for her if she had tried, of course, but she didn't. He was almost disappointed. Almost.

"Nah, wheah were we, chere?" He asked, looking back over at Scratt, his grin firmly back in place. He flicked his wrists and clenched them loosely in the form of loose fists. He rarely ever made the first move in a fight, and today would be no different. He wanted to see what she would do.

((Ack. I'm sorry, Ire. I didn't mean to ignore Niamh, I just don't know how to include her. Julien's really only paying attention to Scratt at the moment. ^^; ))

OOC: Ciao. thanks for not flooding guys, I figured I would'ver had to read a LOT more. I'm all up for not flooding as I'm not gonna be here either. Just let me post my intro.

Bic: Bishop smirked as he looked both ways down the empty halls. He knew that the practice rooms were full of all the other students and from what he could here a fight was going on. This will be to easy. He thought as he readied his blade and potatoe sack.

In front of him stood a vending machine containg nothing but soda. He drove his sword slightly in cutting off the face of it. Of course he had chosen the one closest to the practice room for the reason of not getting blamed, even though he was the only one who seemed to do this.

Flip... flip... the meanings of a behavior... To be or Not To be...

Nikolia flipped through the Russian translated books, he wanted to be calm and at peace with himself. He was in a small island in a sea of large bookcases; The only way of getting to each book was to find a movable ladder which was somewhere located on either side of the shelves. ...But fear itself...One ring to...At point blank, the skull would... He closed the book and opened another. He managed to hide away in this maze. Now he had to wait before the teacher would notice his absence.

Natalie was ignoring the big fight and was talking with some 'friends'. They spoke how hard the test was and how they did this and how they did that. Natalie did her song and dancing around them, immediately getting their trust. "I wonder whose going to be in my dorm" the girl with a french accent replied as she sheepishly wondered how a stupid brute could even enter the university, "its a good thing its that Japanese girl then me!" "Oh poo, you worry too much! With much luck, I am sure you will get each other," Natalie's heavy British accented voice silently plucked as she shared in their giggle. She noticed the marksman ship of the guy with the dummy and daggers. She patted the girls shoulders and gave a small smile. "I'll talk to you guys later" The two nodded and continued to talk. Natalie walked towards the safety line and watched him mercilessly attack it. She cocked her head to the side and gave a smile, her brows lifted. She silently observed him, taking note on his marksmanship.

Niamh sighed and held the daggers firmly in her hand, so tight her knuckles turned white. Around fifteen feet away, the old beaten dummy slumped on his post like an already defeated man. She drew in a quick breath and released one through the air and watched in despair as it flew about a yard off mark and clattered to the floor. "Thats alright Niamh! Try it again! Focus!" Called Ms. P from a safe distance away. Come on... come on... why cant you hit a stupid dummy? Niamh shouted at herself in her mind as she let fly another dagger. Then another, and another, once almost hitting another student in the head, until at last she came to her final dagger. "Just hit it once..." she murmured as she she drew back the weapon and glared at her target. It wizzed through the air with a slight hiss and struck the dummy's foot, just barely piercing it and not the blue mat. Niamh stood dumbstruck as Ms. P roared with joy that her student wasn't totally pathetic. Flushing with happiness and the embarrassing fact that she still only hit her enemy once, she quickly ran over to gather up the scattered weapons. She looked over at the boy with sandy hair penetrate his dummy's soft body over and over with the daggers. It looked so simple watching him doing it. After handing over the knives to the next classmate she walked over to join the other girls. "Dammit! Why am I so terrible at this?" She laughed adjusting her hair ribbons.