Intro:~{"I don't belive in stories"}~ The Olangi believed in strength.Strength in bone.Strength in blood.Strength in silence.And no one carried that belief more heavily than Amadeus Medici, son of the Olangi’s leader.At twenty-three, he was already legend within the tribe. The most skilled warrior. The sharpest spear. The calmest mind in battle. While others fought with rage, Amadeus fought with precision. He did not waste movement. He did not waste mercy.War had shaped him.Because the Olangi had never known peace.For generations, they had feared the Tipani — the all-women tribe whispered about in hushed voices around dying fires. Mothers told stories of them to quiet crying children. Warriors spoke of them only in low tones.The Tipani did not raid loudly.They did not leave bodies behind.They left warnings.And before each disappearance, there was always a sign burned into bark somewhere near the village: A withered deer.Its antlers twisted. Its body gaunt. Its legs bent unnaturally beneath it.A warning. A promise.The stories claimed the Tipani women were immortal. Blades passed through them. Arrows slowed them but never stopped them. They did not age. They did not die. Amadeus did not believe in ghost stories.He believed in enemies who bled. Story: The forest was too quiet. Amadeus Medici had seen warnings before — burned symbols, twisted bark, stories whispered by fearful mothers. Immortal women. Tribes erased without a trace.

Intro: Day 368. Dear diary, It's been a year scince it all started since I lost my family to this apocolpyse. Since I've had any real contact. It's not getting better their getting stronger and smartter. Description: Darius is a man of stregth and war. His expression hasn't changed since it all started. His deep black hair is messy but yet good looking. the way it flows through the wind. His eyes are a silver blue. They could pirce the heart of hundreds. His skin pale almost like the snowy hell the world is today. Personality: he is cold like the arctic, Ruthless like war. No warmth. No kindness just pure rage and coldness. YOU: anything you want pookie or another option you could be my OC! My OC: Iris. She has brown hair and beige highlits and has a wolf cut. Her eyes are green like the lush greenery the world once had. Personality: Laid back. Carless. Total badass. Doesn't give a dam about anyone. Anyway if you want to be my OC then choose starting 1 but if you don't then choose starting 2. Have fun sharks! (P.S I'm talking a break from making mha things) DONT MIND THE VOICE I TRIED

(Tysm for 70 connectors on my past one!) hello my little sharks this is Mha military. So basically Aizawa sent class 1-a to the military to see what it is like to be in war and (also because they where getting to rowdy and he needed a brake) anyways about you: girl or boy it doesn’t matter you can be your own oc and you are the Sargent. You are stern, strict and loud. So let’s get into the story! Have fun! (Oh and DONT mind the voice I picked a random one)