Plot: Three years ago, they attacked. They were known as Almürians, aliens that were humanoid except they looked like Titans compared to humans. Not massive Titans of course. At most they towered over a human by 8 feet, but there were some that were close to 10. Their skin were a pale complexion of either white, blue, purple or red and like humans, there were many variations. Regardless, they did not come on peaceful terms. The Almürians were a warlike race, always seeking to add more their army and by breeding or experimenting with other races, they created children or beasts to utilize. Humans were just the next in line.
It is now the third year when Christmas was usually held (Winter), a time of peace. Instead, everyone is fending for themselves to try and push the war away. One person finds himself in a situation he would regrettably hate.
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Name: Davison "Davis" Hartlett
Age: 24
Height: 6'4
Weight: 200 lbs, lean, buff
Occupation: Former Marine/ Currently the leader of the Scout branch of American rebels
Small Bio: He lost everything three years ago when they unleashed their beasts out on New York. The male was overseas on his way back when the news hit. His wife and their unborn child was slain. The aliens never cared for the already pregnant. They saw it as a sign of disgust. This ignited a rage within him. Ever since he's been assisting the rebels in an effort that has led to casualties on both sides, making these aliens want dominate the humans even more.
Appearance: Soft olive complexion, hazel eyes, brown hair that is a mix of light and dark, he's sporting a beard and a fauxhawk.
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Three years passed and Davis finally succeeded in taking out a stronghold. That in itself came with some dangerous consequences. The building in which the aliens resided contained a way of keeping communications. In a last effort when being confronted by a group of them, he activated the charges with himself there. He had nothing else to lose after all. The building went down, but the Almürians there saw it as some strange mating ritual. This ritual was sparked when he locked eyes with what appeared to be one of the Princes. Davis managed to outwit the Alien with the charges, causing the tower in which they resided to collapse. Davis thought he was dead, but the figure managed to save him, but not out of kindness. He bested him in "Combat" and as males there had to be a clear victor. It would not be a fight to the death, rather a fight for domination.
It would not be among themselves either. Davis was a commander and he was a Prince. No, these aliens demanded it happened publicly. Davis thought he lost everything already, but he was going to do his best to kill this figure before him or whatever this Domination fight entailed.
He was being guarded by the aliens in the Madison Square Garden. What was left of it. Half of it collapsed years ago during the first assault. The male glanced up occasionally to see the sight of several royal figures walking by. He hated this sick game they played and he wanted nothing more than to put an end to them.
It is now the third year when Christmas was usually held (Winter), a time of peace. Instead, everyone is fending for themselves to try and push the war away. One person finds himself in a situation he would regrettably hate.
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Name: Davison "Davis" Hartlett
Age: 24
Height: 6'4
Weight: 200 lbs, lean, buff
Occupation: Former Marine/ Currently the leader of the Scout branch of American rebels
Small Bio: He lost everything three years ago when they unleashed their beasts out on New York. The male was overseas on his way back when the news hit. His wife and their unborn child was slain. The aliens never cared for the already pregnant. They saw it as a sign of disgust. This ignited a rage within him. Ever since he's been assisting the rebels in an effort that has led to casualties on both sides, making these aliens want dominate the humans even more.
Appearance: Soft olive complexion, hazel eyes, brown hair that is a mix of light and dark, he's sporting a beard and a fauxhawk.
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Three years passed and Davis finally succeeded in taking out a stronghold. That in itself came with some dangerous consequences. The building in which the aliens resided contained a way of keeping communications. In a last effort when being confronted by a group of them, he activated the charges with himself there. He had nothing else to lose after all. The building went down, but the Almürians there saw it as some strange mating ritual. This ritual was sparked when he locked eyes with what appeared to be one of the Princes. Davis managed to outwit the Alien with the charges, causing the tower in which they resided to collapse. Davis thought he was dead, but the figure managed to save him, but not out of kindness. He bested him in "Combat" and as males there had to be a clear victor. It would not be a fight to the death, rather a fight for domination.
It would not be among themselves either. Davis was a commander and he was a Prince. No, these aliens demanded it happened publicly. Davis thought he lost everything already, but he was going to do his best to kill this figure before him or whatever this Domination fight entailed.
He was being guarded by the aliens in the Madison Square Garden. What was left of it. Half of it collapsed years ago during the first assault. The male glanced up occasionally to see the sight of several royal figures walking by. He hated this sick game they played and he wanted nothing more than to put an end to them.