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| 05 Jan 2013 10:27 AM |
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"Many say we are evil, but we are not. Many say we are different, but we are not. Many say we are insane, but we are not.
We walk alone. With no one to comfort us, no one to love us.
We used to be normal, like you.
You all have lives. You have hope. We lost these things to madmen, who were blinded by their success to see what they were doing.
They stole our lives, our hope, our everything!
And after they were done with their little experiments, they left us to rot!
Can't you see? It's not us that are evil, it's them!
You may not "fit in", as you call it these days. But you're lucky. You should be eternally thankful that you don't have to feel what we feel.
Rage. Depression. Abandonment. Betrayal...
They welcomed us with open arms. They promised us a new life. One better than the ones we were currently living. They LIED!
We are all over. We are constantly growing in numbers. Although we seem threatening, we mean you no harm.
We were made as weapons, but we don't intend to pull the trigger! THEY do!
You may even know one of us without consciously knowing it...
My piece of advice is not to run away, but to run towards them with open arms. Accept them. It will mean so much to them. I promise...
And although it is too late to save me, it is never to late to save all the other little lost causes..."
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What you just listened to was the last of a series of tapes from a boy who recorded his experiences of being on the run. Hours later, he committed suicide. He would rather end his life on his own terms than be captured and subjected to painful tests of all sorts. Honestly, I can't say that I blame him.
What was he on the run from, you ask? You know them as Membrane Industries. We know them as The Lab. That boy was one of the many children abducted from their households. Their parents were viciously murdered and their house set ablaze. This pattern followed hundreds of thousands of times. But we have to go back a few years for you to truly understand where we stand now.
Membrane Industries reign of terror began in the year 2003. Many office buildings that hosted failed businesses were demolished in New York City, making room for a huge plot of land, the size of a football stadium. There was never any announcement of what would be there, but even so, the sky scraper slowly crawled it's way up to the sky.
By the year 2008, after five years of construction, the massive tower was complete. And it was recorded as being the tallest building in New York City. That's when it was first publicized. The Seven Superiors, as they later came to be known as, announced to the world what Membrane Industries goal was. More or less, they said they were going to push the boundaries of mankind and technology as we know it. They followed up on this promise, but not in ways expected.
By the year 2009, Membrane Industries had already achieved so much. They discovered ways to increase the average American life by 10 years, sharpen senses and reflexes, and give human beings increased strength, speed, and endurance. Everyone was ecstatic; people thought that if Membrane Industries developed an army of highly developed human beings, America could become a world power, larger than it already was. Membrane Industries started towards this goal, but their was still one thing that they never announced to the public...
Their test subjects were children.
By the year 2010, Membrane Industries had nearly achieved their goal of creating an army. They developed a perfect model and made copy after copy of this model. Soon, they had hundreds and thousands of copies of this model were made. Thousands of unemotional, unoriginal, identical, yet unbelievably skillful men and women. They were made for this, after all.
By the year 2011, Membrane Industries had completed their goal. They had a army of at least a million men and women. Sense they were basically brainless copies, they required no real care or attention. They didn't even have to fulfill basic human needs such as hunger and thirst. They were mostly used as guards at Membrane Industries. That's when they began their new project. Named Project Splice, they crossed the DNA of human children with the DNA of animals and other substances, such as elements. There were two groups; Successfuls, and Rejects. Experiments that were Successfuls were left in cells until further notice; Rejects were looked at as the walking dead, for they'd just end up as target practice.
The year is 2013. Membrane Industries still abduct children and still experiment on them. There are still Successfulls who are tortured by the sound of the Reject's screams of slow, painful death. That's where you come in; you are a Successful, with nothing to be thankful for except for your life. Everything you ever knew has been left behind or doesn't even exist anymore. However, you are a developed human being... might as well reap the benefits of it and get revenge on those madmen that did this to you!
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1. Creator>Admins>Normal Members.
2. I start off nearly every role play without Admins. I will award Admin Privileges to those who I think deserve them.
3. Limited Swearing; keep in mind that people of all ages can view the content on ROBLOX.
4. No Godmodding; godmodding is the act of making your character overpowered or unbeatable. Although your character may have powers that make him/her a superhuman, they still have human limits.
5. No Mary Sues/Gary Stews; face it, nobody is perfect. Your character must have at least one noticeable flaw, whether it be physical or emotional.
6. No Jane Does/John Does; everyone is unique in their own way. Your character must have at least one noticeable unique aspect or trait, whether it be physical or emotional.
7. If you do not post for seven days straight, you will be deemed inactive and be kicked from this role play. If there is something that will preoccupy your time for seven days or more and is unavoidable, let me know in advance and you won't suffer any consequences.
8. Admins, in turn for monitoring the role play, get special privileges, such as extra powers. Don't argue or beg for privileges.
9. Before you may participate in this role play, you must completely fill out your character sheet and be accepted by either an Admin or I.
10. Most of all, have fun!
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Nam.e: Ag.e: Gende.r: Physical Appearanc.e: (Height, Weight, Skin Tone, Marks, Etc.) Hair Color/Style: (Black, Messy, Blonde, Long, Etc.) Eye Color/Shape: (Blue, Circular, Green, Almond Shaped, Etc.) Clothing: (Shirts, Pants, Shoes, Accessories, Etc.) Powers: (Normal Member: MAX 5, Admin: MAX 7, The Creator (Me): MAX 10) Weapons: (Normal Member: MAX 3, Admin: MAX 5, The Creator (Me): MAX 7) Items: (Normal Member: MAX 3, Admin: MAX 5, The Creator (Me): MAX 7) Personality: (Happy, Sad, Funny, Rude, Etc.) Other: (Anything else you'd like to mention. If nothing, just leave blank.) Bio: (Write a short background on your character.)
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| 05 Jan 2013 12:49 PM |
Nam.e: Cameron Young, AKA, "Storm"
Ag.e: 15
Gende.r: M
Physical Appearanc.e: Cameron, or Storm, standing a little under six feet and weighing 127 lbs, has a skinny yet slightly muscular body type. He has cream colored skin that gives off a healthy glow. He has scratches, bruises, and scars spread all around his body in a miscellaneous organization.
Hair Color/Style: Due to his mutation, Storm was left with snow white hair. It is about neck length and in a messy/spiky style.
Eye Color/Shape: Storm has clear, ocean blue eyes with splashes of green apple and grey.
Clothing: Storm wears dark grey vans with red trim, dark black skinny jeans, a white, and slightly faded, Hollywood Undead T-Shirt, and a bright blue plaid jacket. Powers: Storm, as his name suggests, has complete control over electricity and partial control over the weather. Storm's basic powers include increased reflexes, strength, speed, and endurance. However, his speed is enhanced much more so than both a human and a mutant. He can cover unimaginable amount of ground in short periods of time. Storm is basically a walking battery; he can summon and shoot electricity out from his finger tips. He can also use this electricity to make physical objects. Storm can zap the electricity out of most objects for two reasons; it can give him a boost if he feels tired or hurt, and it can make the item stop working if there was any reason for him to. Likewise, he can zap electricity into items in hopes to make them work again. His last, and greatest, power is hard to explain. Basically, he gathers all his power into one central place and pulses his electricity out. Depending on how long he holds the power, which can be very difficult sometimes, varies the destruction.
Weapons: Storm has a blade hidden in his pant leg.
Items: Storm has his wallet, which holds a little under $100, and his iPhone.
Personality: Storm's personality really varies on his surroundings. He can be your dream come true or your worst nightmare. Usually, he is very laid back and cheerful, making jokes to keep everyone laughing. But if he feels threatened or angered in any way, he will not hesitate to retaliate . Other:
Bio: Storm lost his memory due to his mutation, giving him amnesia of some sorts. The memories are still there; they just can't be accessed as easy as before. |
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LisaKitty
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| 05 Jan 2013 01:24 PM |
I am going to join, soon.
Bookmarking so I can read the plot later. |
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JPFan
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| 05 Jan 2013 01:58 PM |
Nam.e: Reagan Holiday
Ag.e: 18
Gende.r: Female
Physical Appearanc.e: Reagan stands at approximately 5 feet and 9 1/2 inches while weighing 122 lbs. She has a lightly tanned olive skin tone that tans and pales not very easily and usually stays an olive tone most of the time. She doesn't have any visible marks on her, like her face, but some can be seen hardly on her arms and sometimes shoulders.
Hair Color/Style: Reagan's hair is thin and light brown, as if the sun was shining on her hair at all times for being a bright brown. It's straight and naturally groomed and it ends at the bottom of her shoulders, not going all the way down her back. In the front, on the left and right side two bangs spill out of brown hair on both sides.
Eye Color/Shape: Her eyes are a deep hazel and are an almond shape.
Clothing: Reagan wears a purple shirt with nothing on it and over that she wears a fuzzy robe-like coat that has no buttons or anything. Sometimes she doesn't wear this robe-like jacket.She then wears a brighter shade of blue pants. Her shoes are black high heels, but she still manages to run in them.
Powers: (1)Reagan's main ability is her peak-human state. She can run faster than others, have more stamina, and climb, dodge, or jump over obstacles as if she's been training her whole life, though she hasn't. She also has more strength than most, average, people but this doesn't go to extremes, this is just like breaking down doors easily or beating a person up. (2) Her second ability is being able to regenerate quickly, which is good for fighting against dangerous opponents. The easiest way to kill her, and the most effective, would have to be decapitating her since she cannot regenerate from that. (3) Her third and last ability force-field generation. She can produce hard light-constructed fields or shields to protect herself and others. This can be a wall or a sphere shape, but she cannot use it to harm people unless she plants one right in front of a person running, who would run right into the force field, but she cannot move the force-fields.
Weapons: She carries a a light pistol that she sticks in her back pocket at all times with several clips of ammo.
Items: Several files of work that she's managed to salvage about her father's work, who works for Membrane Industries, but she hasn't read any of it yet.
Personality: Reagan is a helpful, serious, and care-taking person who's also sarcastic and easily-agitated at times.
Other:
Bio: When she was little, Reagan's parents both divorced for reasons left unknown to her. She just remembered her mother always complaining about her fathers work and disliking several situations he had done. Eventually, she packed up and left and tried to take Reagan with her, but she lost the case and her father got to keep her. Her mother cried and was upset about this. The last thing she said to Reagan was "He's going to change you." She didn't quite know what this meant at the time, but she think she does now. She had grown curious of her fathers work as she grew up, and when she turned 12 is when the affect happened and she was tested on for her powers. |
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rug437
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| 05 Jan 2013 02:00 PM |
| I am also going to join soon. I like an RP where the plot is actually long and understanding. |
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rug437
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| 05 Jan 2013 02:56 PM |
Nam.e: Citrine
Ag.e: 14
Gende.r: Female
Physical Appearanc.e: She stands at 5'8 and her weight is 90. She is very pale and has a petite figure which seems very odd for her power. Hair Color/Style: She has straight red hair with specks of orange. It goes down to her bob (add a o) and is sprayed out in all directions at the ends. She doesn't keep it very tidy so after a while a bunch of pebbles gathered in her hair and she never bothered to get them out, making her hair look like a bird's nest.
Eye Color/Shape: She has green eyes with grey streaks.
Clothing: She has a black shirt that is ripped up at the sleeves and black jeans that are all ripped up. She doesn't wear any shoes and doesn't bother to wear any accessories. She prefers to be plain and just blend in.
Powers: 1) She can control stone which is the backbone of all her powers. She can make stones or gems appear from the ground out of nowhere. 2) She can turn into stone. She usually prefers to turn into what looks like a smooth statue from museum but if she gets angry she can turn into any type of stone. 3) She can summon stone weapons like a sword or knife because they are made of stone.
Weapons: She carries a knife in her sock that has a protective covering so it doesn't cut her foot or leg.
Items: She likes to carry around her favorite stone, citrine, a orange stone which is the birthstone for November, which is the month she was born in. She also likes it because it energizes money, luck, protection, and healing. Plus her parents loved the stone citrine too.
Personality: She is a shy girl who prefers to be alone and not be noticed but with her power that if very hard. If people start to look at her or obverse her she turns into stone and stays that way until they leave. When people make her angry then she turns into a tough stone and grows twice her size and will crush them in an instant. She can become less shy if you know her well and are nice and then she can be nice too and may talk more.
Other: Bio: She was taken from her home when she was nine and watched those monsters murder her parents right in front of her eyes. This scarred her and now whenever she goes to sleep she rewatches the nightmare of her parents dying and them dragging her out of her house and setting it on fire. Her parent's screams always torture her and that makes her very shy because she fears that if she let's anyone into her life they will stab her in the back and kill her. She lived in Membrane Industries until they started to fuse people with elements because they deemed her unfit to be in their army because she would never kill anyone and stoop as low as them killing her parents. Pus she was way under a.ge. |
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| 05 Jan 2013 06:26 PM |
(@JPFan
Accepted. Also, I'm making you an Admin.
@Rug437
Accepted. Also, I'm making you an Admin.) |
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rug437
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| 05 Jan 2013 09:30 PM |
| (Should we start yet or what? I'm bored and want to RP.) |
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| 05 Jan 2013 11:25 PM |
Nam.e: Jacqueline Anderson "Jacky" Ag.e: 14 Gende.r: Female
Physical Appearanc.e: Jacky stands 5 feet 6 inches and weighs about 90 pounds. She tanned slightly and has a heart shaped face. She has a slice on each side of her left ankle, from when she was taken.
Hair Color/Style:She has blonde hair that curls at the ends. It is usually in a very clean ponytail.
Eye Color/Shape: She has wide eyes and long eyelashes. She has light blue eyes that look like sapphires.
Clothing: Wears a faded maroon t shirt and grey cargo pants. Also where a grey hoodie.
Powers:Her main power is her animal that she was crossed with, the leopard. She has leopard ears which allow her to hear very well. She can bring out her teeth and claws, but has no real control over it. She also can climb very well.
Weapons: She carries around a small axe and a backup dagger.
Items: A string of beads with foreign writing on each bead.
Personality: She doesn't trust very easily, but once she know you she is very loyal. Is very optimistic and happy no matter what the situation, except for the rare times she gets angry, which is never a good thing.
Other: Doesn't have complete control of powers.
Bio: She grew up with her aunt in a apartment. When they came, her aunt rushed to her and said, " Never give up and never ever forget who you are.", her aunt reached inside her coat pocket when suddenly, her aunt was shot square in the head and fell on top of her. But as she was taken away, she managed to get what was in her aunt's pocket, the string of beads. This is why she is optimistic, because she never wants to give up or go down without a fight.
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Afrikaisi
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| 06 Jan 2013 01:33 AM |
Nam.e: Akila Lunari
Ag.e: 15
Gende.r: Female
Physical Appearanc.e: Akila is 5'7 and weighs around 103 lbs. She has naturally tan skin. She has scars riddling the right side of her face and cuts scattered across her arms and legs.
Hair Color/Style: She has long, sleek, black hair that reaches her mid-back with bangs falling into her eyes.
Eye Color/Shape: She has big brown eyes tinged with green around the edges.
Clothing: Wears a dark blue hoodie and tattered jeans.
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Weapons: A shard of glass leftover from an experiment.
Items: A crumpled picture of people she no longer remembers.
Personality: Akila never smiles, she is undeniably stubborn and sarcastic, although she can be very loyal and brave at times.
Other: le blank
Bio: Akila barely remembers anything of her past, and anything she does remember are horrible memories. |
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Afrikaisi
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| 06 Jan 2013 01:35 AM |
(whoops forgot powers :T)
Powers: Akila has the ability to form ice. She can form armor, weapons, walls, etc. But despite all she can do the ice is often weak and melts easily. |
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| 06 Jan 2013 07:55 AM |
(@Lightavian
Accepted. Also, I'm making you an Admin.
@Afrikaisi
Accepted.
@Everyone
Alright. We have enough people, so we can start now. Here's how to begin; you wake up in a cell. You can either wake up as already mutated or wake up as a normal human being that still has to undergo mutations if you'd like to make more of an introduction for your character.)
~Storm~
My own little cell. Solitary confinement. Thrown in here because it was so easy to short circuit the others. Now here I am. It's nice because I don't have to hear the wailing of the Rejects. It's bad because I don't have a memory. Maybe that's a good thing; nothing to miss, a fresh slate. No wait, bad thing. I need to stop over-thinking things. But solitary confinement was BORING. I laid down on the cold, hard bunk, which extended from the wall. Maybe some sleep would help... |
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| 06 Jan 2013 08:24 AM |
Nam.e: Joseph Anderson Ag.e: 19 Gende.r: Male Physical Appearanc.e: Joseph Anderson stands at around 6'1, and 300 pounds of fat, pale, stretched skin over a severely rotund stomach, chest, arms and legs, all of which are covered in the massive rolls of his flesh. His face is squareish, and almost completely bald, with a short amount of blonde fuzz at the top of his domed head. Within his behemothic face squint two sky blue eyes, atop a thick nose, and tightly pressed, bulging lips. A slight, curling body hair covers the rest of his form, where the for the most part, there is a distinct lack of muscle. His rolling flesh descends from his stomach almost down to the start of his thighs, covering his hips nigh entirely. The legs are not that much different, huge, wobbling tree trunks, tipped with toe nails as dirty and unhygenic as his fingernails, both as grimy as he is fat.
Over his body, he wears a baggy white hoodie, clearly something ordered rather than shop bought, with the logo of Membrane industries emblazed on it's left breast. Underneath this hoodie, he wears large tracksuit bottoms, and finally, basketball shoes, which fill out at at least a size ten.
Hair Color/Style: See above. Eye Color/Shape: See above. Clothing: See above.
Powers: Joseph Anderson has the full capability to move and transfer sections of his body around his form, without any kind of physical harm or discomfort. This includes the free travel of organs around his body, as well as blood vessels, the nerve system, and at times, bones. Joseph also has the horrifying ability to change any amount of cells in his body into completely different biological cells at terrifying speed, changing skin to bone, blood to muscle, and other strange conversions, his favorite being using his tremendous amount of fat to create horrible images, and if the security get close enough, gruesome scenes of bloodshed.
Weapons: Joseph carries no weapons. He prefers overall to use his body, of which he deems a dangerous enough weapon.
Items: Joseph carries no items unless he is specifically given them.
Personality: Joseph, overall, is known for his gluttonous nature; whilst not freely carrying any items or weapons, if he deems something useful, even if in the grasp of another individual, he will persist in trying to obtain it; even after it loses it's use. This especially comes into play with food. However, inside, Joseph is a very intelligent, and very cold, cruel being, willing to move or fell anything and anyone in his way.
Other: Joseph has lied about his conditions. Using his terrible powers, he has convinced the scientists and doctors of the Insitution that he requires much higher amounts of food per day than most other patients, and usually recieves this.
Bio: Kidnapped from his home at age four, Joseph's previous life had not been all that more compassionate to the one it was now. In fact, kidnapping is a word that, in Joseph's lifetime, is similar to 'give up'. His parents had been as cruel, and logical, as him, as coldly intelligent as they were unluckily poor, and they had realised they could not cope, and preserve, by having a child; practically donating the young Joseph to Membrane. Tested, and experimented on, Joseph quickly came to learn - or otherwise snapped his own sanity - that his parents had been right; the only way to persevere was to cut any weak links to himself.
Joseph's main goal in life has not yet been concretely decided in his mind, but he feels strongly that it has something to do with the insistution. Whether that is to destroy it, or join with it, he is insure; but of both, he passionately believes he is capable. |
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rug437
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| 06 Jan 2013 08:55 AM |
~Citrine~ I was curled up in a ball in the corner of my cell. There were other people there but they didn't even notice me, and I liked that. They didn't notice me because I transformed into a rock in the corner and stayed like that for a very long time, mostly until everyone fell asleep. I hated this because I was always alone with my thoughts, the death of my parents replaying over and over again in my mind. It was pure torture, but I couldn't stand the thought of people looking at me! By now they probably forgot about the one time they saw me and started to think 'It's just a rock in the corner, probably there to sit on.' thankfully no one ever sat on me. The one time they saw me was the first day I was pushed into the cell, I ran to the corner and transformed into a rock as fast as I could, and that was also the time I discovered my powers. |
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| 06 Jan 2013 09:08 AM |
~Storm~
I swung my legs over the bed and looked at the for about a minute. I then looked up, examining my cell... Three poorly painted whitish grey walls; sealed off by the standard red holographic door. Touching it seemed to burn me, so I didn't dare to touch it. One cold, hard, metal bed; impossible to sleep on. One dingy sink. One dingy toilet. And one cracked, dingy mirror.
I stood up, walking to the mirror, and I stared at the monster that looked back at me.
Snow white hair and skin.
Cold, unemotional black eyes.
It took me a second to realize the horrifying truth; that monster is me. |
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| 06 Jan 2013 09:48 AM |
Joseph had a certain corpse-like manner to him, at this very moment. Lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling through lidded, half alert eyes, he seemed very still, and very, very dead. He knew this tended to unnerve the staff; especially when they came into feed him. He knew, however, that it was not the fact that he might be dead that scared the staff, but the fact that instead, he might not be, and they'd just stepped within three feet of his massive lump of a form.
Which usually meant that very quickly, they'd be a lump of a form on the floor too, although far less uniform in it's stability as a human body. And with quite a bit more of their blood smearing the floors.
Joseph smiled at this grim thought. He reached slowly with one pudgy arm to his right, where a high carb energy bar awaited his chubby mitt. He grabbed it, and brung it up to his face where he extended it. Then, opening it with his fingers, he stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.
Life, at the moment, was bliss. |
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rug437
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| 06 Jan 2013 10:05 AM |
~Citrine~ I cringed as I heard the scream of a reject, they always sounded just like my parents. I remembered seeing them going limp as they were shot through the heart and there gut wrenching screams torcher my ears as those monsters dragged me away from my home and burned it. Tears were streaming down my cheeks that day and I put up such a big fight that they had to shoot me with a tranquilizer dart to get me to the lab.
Tears always came whenever I thought of the awful memory and they didn't stop this time. I was protected by the cover of stone so no one could see me crying so I let the tears flow. I seriously needed help. |
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| 06 Jan 2013 10:06 AM |
~Storm~
"Oy, freak!"
I turned around to see a short and stout guard standing in front of the door.
"Yes?" I answer casually.
"Doctor Renolds wants to see ya. Don't try anything stupid, because I want hesitate to put a bullet in yer little scrawny head."
My nostrils flared, but I realized something; a bullet in the head doesn't seem so bad right now. In fact, that might be the best way out of here. |
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Techmagss
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| 06 Jan 2013 10:20 AM |
Nam.e: Rodrigo Hawke Ag.e: 16 Gende.r: Last I checked I was a guy... Physical Appearanc.e: (Height, Weight, Skin Tone, Marks, Etc.) He is a white, black- haired, brown-eyed person who is fairly average in height and weight. He has freckles scattered all around his face.
Hair Color/Style: (Black, Messy, Blonde, Long, Etc.) Black, smoothed-out Eye Color/Shape: (Blue, Circular, Green, Almond Shaped, Etc.) Brown Clothing: (Shirts, Pants, Shoes, Accessories, Etc.): Yellow shorts, Michael Phelps t-shirt & orange-blue shoes, with a fish bowl full of water on his head. Powers: (Normal Member: MAX 5, Admin: MAX 7, The Creator (Me): MAX 10) Hydrokinesis, Gills (Unable to breathe out of water), faster and slightly stronger in water. Weapons: (Normal Member: MAX 3, Admin: MAX 5, The Creator (Me): MAX 7): A small pocket knife. Items: (Normal Member: MAX 3, Admin: MAX 5, The Creator (Me): MAX 7) 1 bottle of water Personality: (Happy, Sad, Funny, Rude, Etc.) Very 'neutral' about everything, doesn't like to get involved in things that do not concern him that could put him in danger.
Other: (Anything else you'd like to mention. If nothing, just leave blank.) N/A Bio: (Write a short background on your character.)TBR
Rodrigo4ever wrote 'EVERYONE IS REPLACABLE'
Phoenix wrote 'Good I know that.' |
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Techmagss
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| 06 Jan 2013 10:21 AM |
(Oops, I mean minor hydrokinesis)
Rodrigo4ever wrote 'EVERYONE IS REPLACABLE'
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| 06 Jan 2013 10:24 AM |
There was the sound of conversation, among the reject's screams, and the sobs of those too weak. That was different. People tended to be slightly too antisocial, locked away inside metal cages all day. Joseph looked curious, and giving up his morbid game, became less a corpse, and more a man.
There was the sharp sound of sweaty cloth peeling from linoleum floor. Joseph gave a sigh as he lifted himself slowly onto his feet, although he revelled in this manual use of his form. Sometimes, he felt, physical exhertion helped him feel human, and for now, he had no need to feel monstrous.
He pressed his face against the door, and began to speak out to the guard, his voice loud and unmistakedly a mockery of the man's voice.
"Oh goodie! Are we all going to get a turn, mister? I sure am jolly bored." |
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Techmagss
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| 06 Jan 2013 10:31 AM |
oHawkeo
How did I get here? This is crazy. Did one of the kids at school knock me down again? Wouldn't be surprised. But this cell... It looks far too real for this to be one of those unconscious nightmares I've heard about. Best not to get involved... Just stay quiet.
(In other words, I'll start w/ no mutations.)
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