Armethylia Rising

It is said that when a world SHOULD die evil will begin to rule and rampage the world's surface. However, as it usually isn't a wish for the world to die, it shall summon heroes to come to it's aid.
This current world is known as Armethylia. A planet of diverse continents, beutiful mountains, vast oceans and scorching deserts. Her plant life is slowly becoming corrupt as Brogan, The Dark Lord, has begun to overpower the many races. He offers once for those to join him. Those that do are able to live a half life of sorts, but are powerless if he commands them to do something. If they refuse, most of them die fighting. However there are a few survival stories floating around here and there and as he hasn't conquered the entire world yet, there is still hope for a force to be built that can rise above and take down the Dark Lord.....

((This is where the heroes come in, hope everyone enjoys it. Think of the world much like the world we live in now, only the portions that are over run look like the elephant grave yard from the Lion King. The technology is different and more biological, so if you want a gun it is likely something that will attach to you and use your energy to make a bullet. Otherwise parts can be medieval or modern depending on where you choose to start in the world. Have fun.))

Kyaiva walked through the dark alley ways, slinking, almost cat like through the shadows. "where is he?" She thought to herself, her amber eyes peering out, her keen ears picking up on the sounds of people chattering out on the street. She heard it before she saw it and leaped toward the sound. The little Darkling sqeaked, it's dull red eyes glaring up at her as she pinned it to the floor with her boot, "Die." Was all she said as she applied more pressure to it's throat. It turned into a wisp of black smoke and she walked out into the sun light.

Currently she was walking around Liberty City. It was a simple town more than a city. Little technology, and mostly just a farmer's town, traders and merchants everywhere....as well as Brogan's Darkling scouts and rogues alike. The town looked more like it was half medieval and half modern. She fastened her cloak and pulled the hood up before she went any further. She ran her tongue over her slightly longer than human canines and realized she was hungry. She frowned. Kyaiva ((key-eye-vuh)), 22, black hair and hypnotic amber eyes and a curvy yet toned figure was what was known as a Class AHunter. She went out with certain parties and brought meat back to the village, but she also policed the town, unlike the Class B Hunter's who only got food.

She was never really close to anyone in the city either, she was friendly if approached...which was rarely, but not overly social. This was mostly due to the influx of Darklings and most people didn't care for demons such as herself. She was trusted to police the town because they didn't really care if she didn't live to see the next day. She didn't mind, it also meant that she didn't have anyone or anything the evil side could black mail her with. She gazed around and then jumped into her favorite tree and began continuing her studies, keeping an ear out for trouble.