Phoenix rise and flutter wings Crackle, tear, and burn it sings.

To singe, to torch, or so it aims Falling further into flames.

Spreading a destructive light To this, to all, it will ignite.

In the year 3121, the world was very different. For many years, technology became greater and greater, yet crime and corruption thrived undetectably beneath all of it as it never had before. The world, it seemed, was falling to pieces; however, everything became worse than anyone had ever imagined when the governments fell to the control of Monte de la Tour.

No one knew how it happened. It just did. De la Tour had the political leaders of every nation under his command. New laws were distributed and upheld. No one may do anything against the government, whether it was in words or in actions. No one may publish or read books that discuss topics the government does not approve of. Government runs all markets, trades, and enterprises. The government chose what topics the children in schools could learn, and there were many, many more laws. Anyone who acted in disagreement with the law would be put to death. Death by the N.I.E, or the cins, short for incinerators, would be arranged.

The N.I.E. stands for National Incineration Enforcement. Trained for years, the men and women in this organization could set anything to fire. The law gave them right to kill anyone with the slightest suspicion of treason. Not only that, they could legally set fire to a whole city. The N.I.E could burn whatever they pleased whether there was a reason or not. The government protected them and encouraged them.

As it was, all the hopes of a better world disappeared in ashes and pillars of swirling smoke.

Rules -Not everyone should be in the N.I.E. If so, there would be no plot. -Please try to keep the gender balance even. -I like violence and romance. Both are fine with me. -You don't have to ask to join. -List or paragraph intros are fine. I'm going to do a list simply because it is easier to keep track of characters that way.

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Name: Kol Jasper

Gender:Male

Age: 19

Occupation: N.I.E. Agent (Cin)

Appearance: Kol (pronounced like Cole, by the way) could be described to look as dark as the acts he commits. His hair is charcoal black, his eyes are steel gray and hard, and a sarcastic smirk is the character of his visage. His face has sharp, angular features, and his cheeks are often smudged with ashes. Kol is lean and muscular -- the body of a hunter.

Personality: Kol's father, and his father before him, had all been cins. It was the only life Kol ever knew. Burning. Destroying. The insane feeling of power and terrible beauty. Genetically, Kol has a hard, cruel heart with no conscience. His mind was warped from when he was a child to be masochistic and power-loving. He finds pleasure in the pain of others. Be all this as it may, he sometimes feels as though there is a cloud around him, a cloud which he cannot break through. There is something inside of him that is different. There is something inside him that does not exist in the other cins. But Burning has been his life, so he never thought of it as something wrong or evil. His mind instinctively does not think or consider his actions. But the cloud remains around him. Although he may wish to break through, it is probably too late. His heart is iron, destructive, and set in its ways.