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 Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:30 pm
Introductory Post
Greetings to yee, who were interested enough to click on this topic. This roleplay is my (Auron's) most recent roleplay idea. It involves many things, most of which are explained in the story, and more that will be explained in the future of the roleplay.
I deem it an experimental roleplay. In this roleplay, I shall be sending Private Messages to the members of each Faction, containing information on the other Faction, or just updates on what's happening in 2123 in the dystopic world around them.
Now, I invite you to read further, and enjoy.
- Auron
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:33 pm
Table of Contents
1. Introductory Post
2. Table of Contents
3. Story
4. Characters
5. Announcements
6. Rules
7. Extra/Just in Case
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 8:37 pm
Story
The Government. It’s a pretty simple, all-encompassing name for the one ruling power of the entire world. They have created a dystopic world, a world where they can control their people and do whatever they want to them, without much protest. All protests are quietly dealt with, all participants in the protest being subject to ‘cleansing’, or in lamens terms, death by shooting squad/flamethrower/other means of death.
A few of the aforementioned protests yielded good results, one even managing to destroy a Government building. The only problem with what happened on December the 12th, 2122, is that the protestors never had any intention to blow up a building. They didn’t even have the means to accomplish such a feat. The Government told everyone a small team of protestors found an underground tunnel and planted explosives, and since no protestors were around to say otherwise, it was accepted. Some eye witnesses were detained, never to be seen again, while others fled for their lives. The living eye witnesses spread their stories around their respective communities.
Some said they saw zombies, others said aliens, and some even went as far to say that they had seen Satan himself. Although most stories became diluted and were disregarded as delusional, there was one common element in all stories that were told. Every surviving eye witness made mention of some sort of weird equipment inside the building. The equipment was nothing like they had seen before, and seemed to be like something out of a sci-fi novel.
Just what was this equipment used for?
Excerpts from Dr. Covington’s Journal:
December 12th, 2122
FAILURE!!! UTTER FAILURE!!! Everything went wrong that could go wrong. Damn you, Murphy’s Law.
January 3rd, 2123
We've set ourselves up again, and are getting back into the swing of things. We have new subjects, they seem like they could have some promise. Preliminary surgeries are under way as I’m writing this.
January 25th, 2123
4 out of our 5 subjects died after preliminary surgery, two of them dying from massive hemorrhaging, the other two dying from what seems like an implosion of the brain. Must remember to do an autopsy on those two.
Second entry: I just got word that our fifth subject died. Time to go out and pick up new hobos that no one will miss.
February 19th, 2123
New subjects have all undergone preliminary surgeries with no signs of problems; we intend to move forward with the second and final part of the surgery, unlocking the brain. Ohh, how I’m excited.
February 23rd, 2123
That did not go as well as planned. Two scientists were killed after one of the patients woke up during surgery and somehow managed to make their heads explode without touching them. A form of psychokinesis? Possibly. This subject was shot dead. The other four subjects died from cardiac failure.
July 7th, 2123
It’s been a while since I’ve written in here. We’ve gone through four more test groups, all of them utter failures. I wonder if our dream is ever possible.
August 3rd, 2123
They’re so disgusting. It’s so appalling that they are still considered humans. Filthy. These new lab rats we picked up are worse than any of the ones we had previous, which were all utter failures. We got so close to having pyrokinesis, but the subject exploded in an act of spontaneous combustion. The explosion killed 4 of my scientists, two of them being particularly bright. No matter, I’ll just get new ones. But I digress… The new subjects, they’re all homeless; some of them have no consideration for hygiene and smell like feces and alcohol, while the others are just degenerate husks of their former selves. Disgusting specimens, but useful nonetheless.
These five new subjects consist of 3 females and two males. It’ll be interesting to see what kind of potential they have.
September 23rd, 2123
The subjects are much cleaner now, and are actually pertaining to our hygiene guides that we set out for them. That aside, some more interesting information is that two of our subjects have undergone the preliminary surgery, which will allow us to unlock the brain at a later date, are recovering just fine, as though the surgery never took place. It is amazing news. Most of the other subjects died or fell into a coma after this step. I wonder what will happen once the other three have gone through the preliminary surgery. Something to sleep on.
October 12th, 2123
All five of the test subjects have undergone the preliminary surgery, and have all recovered fully. The next step is to unlock the brain, and see what powers each individual will receive. So far they have been told the surgery they are getting will help with research into the cure for Scarcinoma, a rare disease that you inherit from your families’ lineage. It usually kills within a year of diagnosis, and the patient’s body is always covered by horrible scars, hence the name.
They accepted this reason. They were under a roof, had food and other provisions, and really couldn’t complain about the whole situation. Excellent for us.
October 30th, 2123
What a fitting date to be performing the final surgery, the unlocking of the brain. We took all five ‘willing participants’ and put them on the table at the same time. This way the subjects won’t be put under stress as to why the other’s surgery is taking so long. The only thing we can do now is wait, and find out what happens.
November 2nd, 2123
The operations were a complete success. No backfiring, no deaths, every patient seems to be recovering. Just going to have to wait and see what potential they can reach. I’m off to go check on them all, and bring them out of their drug-induced slumber.
The full story about what happened on December the 12th, 2122 was never disclosed, except to the highest ranking Government officials. The explosion was the result of a 'failed' experiment. For the past few years, The Government has been trying to create humans who had psionic powers. They had brought in Dr. James Covington. Dr. James Covington was a brilliant man, having two PhD's. He would prove to be useful to The Government with this project.
Soon after the project was started, Covington ran into many problems. The main two were getting the subjects, and keeping them alive after the surgeries. After the first surgery, most patients died. This forced the Doctor to send out more Government officials to kidnap people so he could continue his work. The dear Doctor had no sense of morals, and as long as he was given a steady supply of subjects after the others died, he didn't care where they were picked up from.
On December 12th, Dr. James Covington started the second and final surgery on a patient named Kyrian Thrace. All the other subjects in his group died in preliminary surgeries. Moments away from success, disaster struck. Kyrian went berserk, and his abilities went out of control, sending bolts of electricity in all directions. One of the bolts hit a storage tank for rubbing alcohol and other flammable liquids. This sparked an initial explosion, which blew a hole in the floor, allowing the flames to reach the boiler room. The flames came in contact with the gas storage for the building, and created the explosion that was seen by the people outside the building.
Kyrian had escaped the building after the initial explosion by diving through a window. Landing in the streets, he made a run for it, fearful that the Government Agents would track him down. After a month of recovery, Kyrian set out to find others like him, if there were any. His search took two more months, but he eventually found two more members with whom he started the Resistance. Their aim was to take down the Government, and restore power to the people through any means necessary.
The roleplay will start with each character being awoken by the dear Doctor.
For those in the opposing faction, please start wherever you deem fit.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 10:03 pm
Characters
The character profiles will be set up like a medical dossier/profile of the subject in question.
Also, the only characters that are available are the ones that are open on this list. At this time, I (Auron) am not accepting any made up characters, and do not plan to allow any in the near future. Maybe in a month or so, and even then, you will have to choose from a list of abilities which will be listed here.
Username: [`Auron`]
Name: Dr. James Covington
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 170 lbs
Blood Type: AB
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Caucasian; White
Hair Color: Blonde
Basic Personality: James is very analytic, and has a passion for anything scientific. He is very upbeat, and usually has a positive outlook on life, despite the dystopic world around him.
Ability: N/A
Background Information: He has a PhD in Medical Sciences, and a PhD in Nanotechnology. All other information is classified.
The Subjects
Username: Meenchi
Name: Arabelle Zucco Madrid
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 02"
Weight: 110ish. Arabelle is unsure; she hasn't been to a doctor in ages, and isn't exactly in the position to own something as unnecessary as a scale.
Blood Type: AB-
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Skin Color: Porcelain-like Pink
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Basic Peronality: Arabelle has always been very outgoing; she usually can draw someone into having a conversation with her, and she knows how to keep people interested. She doesn't like to talk about herself though, or bring up people's problems. So when things began spiraling out of control in her life, she never let on to her classmates. As the people and situations in her life began to fall apart, her personality went from bubbly to quietly cheerful as she began to withdraw herself from social reality. The less people were involved, the easier it would be to keep her life outside of school elusive. By the time she got into her high school years, no one really knew much about her, and while she had a few friends, no one really talked to her more than to say hello, or ask for homework help. Arabelle would simply watch her classmates, observing their dynamic relationships each day.
Ability: Pyrokinesis. Pyrokinesis is the ability to control heat and fire. The basic ability causes a flame to start wherever the user wishes, which may make it seem like things are spontaneously combusting. This ability is one of two main abilities that is offensive-focused only. This ability, while extremely destructive to whatever the user wishes, is also destructive to the user. They will often be burned when using the ability, as well as have extremely high fevers, and consume large quantities of water when the ability is not in use. Excessive sweating and minor heart attacks happen only in severe cases, such as after using pyrokinesis after a prolonged time.
Background Information: Arabelle's childhood was a wild one; in between parental disappearances and house-hopping, she would constantly struggle between making new friends, and playing academic catch-up. Her mother and father were constantly having disputes. Her dad would end up being gone for a night or two, and there would be a fight. Her mom would take on an extra job, and there would be a fight. Her dad stayed gone for days, and they would fight. Eventually, verbal abuse became physical and bad went to worse, although Arabelle was too small to be fully aware of how negative things truly were. To her, it was 'mommy and daddy are angry'. She was easily capable of taking care of herself at an early age, as her family was always scattered, with her dad in and out of jail for one thing or another while her mother met with multiple lawyers and authority figures.
When Arabelle's mother died, she was basically left living alone; her father spent his days in and out of dealings with shady characters and parole officers, and eventually he lost the house. By then, he had alienated every living family member, and he hardly recognized Arabelle as his daughter, his mind too riddled with a drug-fueled psychosis. He left her one day, stranding her by herself in the middle of their repossessed lawn front. Since that day, Arabelle began taking on multiple jobs, sleeping in anything and anywhere she could afford, while scrambling to keep up with schoolwork, so when she was made an offer to become a medical subject, she had no choice but to accept the offer. Arabelle had her dignity, but she also knew that anything was better than nothing.
Username: DreamClaw
Name: Shane Raines
Age: 19 years old
Sex: Male
Height: 6 foot 4 inches
Weight: 189
Blood Type: AB+
Eye Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Tan
Hair Color: Black
Basic Peronality: Most everything about is to not attention to himself. He hardly speaks, though when he does, his sentences are broken and only barely understandable, and his words are reserved for friends and enemies. Most of his 'talking' is done through his actions at the vibes he can give off. Not-so-deep-down, he's very kind. He's always helping out those in need. Though simple minded, he does have a basic sense of right and wrong-
Not really 'anger management problems', but his mostly emotionless state makes his hardly-to-be-seen anger, well, hard to manage.
Ability: Aerokinesis. Aerokinesis is the ability to control the wind, and after much practice and perseverance, air itself instead of just the wind. This ability is usually used as a defensive ability, using the wind to shield themselves and deflect incoming harmful objects. Aerokinesis does, however, have an offensive trait, although much weaker than it's defensive capabilities. It can be used as a slicing tool, and unless this is practiced, it can be very hard to control where the air blade will head. The drawbacks to using this ability include blood not having enough oxygen in it, requiring the user to need an oxygen mask at times of prolonged usage. Another drawback to the ability is that the user's body temperature dropping below normal.
Background Information: Shane grew up on a poor Indian reservation with his father, the tribe's medicine man. He'd never known his mother, and his father never disclosed any of her information. His father had taught him his trade since he was small, and had expected his son to take his place as the medicine man in the future.
On his tenth birthday, Shane was in a horrible accident that involved a rock slide from the nearby mountain. It had put the tribe into bankruptcy to put the boy in a proper hospital, and thus disbanded, traveling to cities or other reservations. Shane's found work in a city, but died in an accident at the factory he worked at. Due to the fact that the accident had royally screwed up his memory intake processes, he couldn't hold down a job, and had to become a government guinea pig.
Username: SilentBreeze90
Name: Kaltrina Ardmalyn
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 100 lbs
Blood Type: A
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Milky white
Hair Color: Auburn
Basic Personality: Generally, she is rather timid and self-effacing, and hides her thoughts behind a façade of sweet innocence and gullibility while inside she is a cynic to the core with a wild imagination that easily comes up with thousands of reasons not to believe what she’d being told. Despite her cynicism, she does have ideals about which she is passionate, and is unwilling to break those ideals for anything.
Ability: Hydrokinesis. Hydrokinesis is the ability to control water. It can be used for such things as making a wall of water to defend oneself, or condensing it significantly to harden it into ice, and using said ice as a lethal projectile. Hydrokinesis is neither an offensive nor defensive ability. It's adaptivity makes it well suited for support roles. The drawback of using this ability, however, can be quite extreme. The user usually suffers from intense dehydration to the point of death if the ability is overused, or used for a prolonged period of time. Other drawbacks include dizziness, muscle weakness, and there is a possibility for hypothermia when the user uses the ability to make ice (Note hypothermia only happens if the ice part of the ability is used too often).
Background Information: Kaltrina’s mother was a prostitute who accidentally became pregnant, but couldn’t bear the thought of giving up the life inside of her by aborting it, and her father was either never told of her existence, or didn’t want to claim her as his own. She grew up with her mother, barely getting by on the money her mother brought in, though she herself was never forced to cater to the whims of men and sell her body. Though she was taught to read, write, and do her basic figures by her mother, she never really took to the learning, seeing it as rather useless for a nearly homeless girl who would probably follow in the same profession as he mother, and her education is elementary at best. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, when she was ten, her mother was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS, and died very soon after, completely giving up on her life and allowing herself to fall so deep into illness that nothing could be done for her. Although this left her alone and on the streets, it also prevented her from becoming a prostitute herself, as she always feared she’d have the same fate as her poor mother, and could never bring herself to go that far, even when she was homeless and starving.
Barely keeping herself fed through various odd jobs that she performed for any who were willing to take her help, she bounced from church to church to keep herself from remaining as a target on the street for men with a taste for little children, moving whenever the idea of becoming one of the faithful lambs of the church was brought up to her. Unable to believe in God after her trials and the troubles her mother faced as well, she was unwilling to give herself to any faith, though she knew deep down that all she would have to do was to pretend that she believed and she’d have her free lodging. However, she was unable to force herself to do that, and continued her church hopping until she’d tired out most of the nearby churches and spent a few nights on the streets instead. Around this time, the government found her and took her to be a subject in their testing, as she had nobody to miss her and nobody would ever be the wiser as to her fate.
Username: Crimson Akane Ryuu
Name: Nyrio Rojas
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 140
Blood Type: AB
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Lightly Tan
Hair Color: Red
Basic Peronality: Nyrio is a man of few words. Concise and to the point, he often seems cold and distant to others.
Ability: Psychokinesis. Psychokinesis is the ability to move objects without touching them. The ability is very useful, for example, if the user is in a place where there are many projectile-like objects lying around. This ability is primarily an offensive ability, but barriers can be erected using psychokinesis to move objects to shield themselves. The drawback to this ability is extreme fatigue. While using this ability, the user becomes fatigued very quickly, so use sparingly. Other drawbacks include fainting, dizziness, and in some cases disorientation.
Background Information: Nyrio has no family, being an orphan since birth. Nyrio arrived at the orphanage, wrapped in a towel, while the pouring rain flooded the streets. He was picked up by one of the orphanage's staff before the water rose enough to drown him. The woman who picked him up decided to call him Nyrio, which means water. Nyrio spent his first years there, keeping quiet and to himself. He always perferred reading over playing. Thus, when he hit high school, he rose to the top of his class. However, when he graduated, he wandered the streets rather than take a job. There he was picked up by Dr. Covington's staff.
Username: Sakashiro
Name: Annabelle Baker
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Height: 5’6
Weight: 120 lbs.
Blood Type: AB
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Skin Color: Pale White
Hair Color: Black
Basic Peronality: Anna, as her loved ones and few friends call her, is what you would call a Goth or Emo. She doesn’t talk much and rarely does she smile. She is nice, and has a kind heart, but you have to come to her, she won’t come to you. If she does happen to talk to you, you'll hear her voice is quite soft.
Ability: Telekinesis. Telekinesis is the ability to affect another person's mind. This is the other ability of the five that is offensive-focused only. This ability can be used to trick other people into thinking that they're being attacked. It can also be used to pose mental attacks, meaning that they can attack them using their own memories against them. this ability can also take over one limb of a certain person for a short period of time. The main drawback of this ability is mental exhaustion, weakness, and when used too often, depression. Another common side-effect of using this ability is temporary Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)(Or Multiple Personality Disorder).
Background Information: Anna grew up as a middle class girl. She had parents, was an only child, and went to school. She’s lived in the same place all her life. Anna was never part of a specific group in school. She was the quite girl who simply went through the school day. Then when she entered high school she started to hang out with what people categorized as Goths and Emos.
She gained friends who were almost exactly, if not the same, like her. Anna proved that many of the things said about the Goth stereotype were true. She wore black, listened to music ranging from rock, metal, and screamo. Her virginity was lost to one of the Goth boys’. Anna and the boy confirmed that they were not in a relationship though, just friends with benefits you could say.
When Anna graduated from high school she moved in with the boy she had lost her virginity too. They were strictly friends by then though, and just decided it would be fun and easy to live together. She had lost touch with her parents, another stereotype of Goths proven true. It was then one night Anna was walking the streets by a large building, and things happened very fast. Next thing she knew there were men surrounding her and she was taken into the building.
Later on she was told that she was helping with research to find a cure for Scarcinoma. For some reason she found herself accepting it and let them do what they pleased. In her mind, it was alright. She had all the necessities she needed in the place and she would be off Brad’s back for a while. Yeah, it would be okay.
The Resistance
Username: Ladi Capri
Name: Kyrian Thrace
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 180 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Eye Color: Blue-Grey
Skin Color: Caucasian
Hair Color: Raven Black
Basic Personality: Kyrian tends to be carefree and outgoing, but it is best not to let the his exterior fool you. His mind is very logical and detailed. He is also kind and attentive to those that he values.
Ability: Electrokinesis. Electrokinesis is the ability to control and produce electricity. This ability is offense-focused only. The user can use the electricity to shock, temporarily paralyze, or cause a heart attack to whomever they wish. The major drawback with this ability is heart palpitations. Although minor, medicine needs to constantly be taken by the user to keep them from becoming a problem. Other drawbacks include numbness, the inability to feel pain, and, in extreme cases, slight loss of vision.
Background Information: Kyrian was the eldest of three boys all seemingly bred to play some sport or the other. Track and Field was his calling and he answered enthusiastically. He pursued the sport with unheard of zeal and his enthusiasm feed his need to succeed. His childhood and teens years were uncomplicated and he came from a loving home. He graduated early from high school and in his college years, he continued his commitment to track and field until he was sidelined with a recurring injury. He was not angry, but accepting of his circumstances and took it in stride. He took a different route in his life and returned to coach the sport he loved in a high school setting instead, glorying in the passion of those he inspired. This was the course of his life, predictable but fulfilling for the main character. He was content, he was happy.
Often he would play teacher’s assistant to three or four other teachers. He would take home tests and sit in on classes and it thrilled him. There was the added benefit of working hand in hand with the woman he loved. Still his life was paced to his liking, until he was kidnapped. The finer points of that time is unclear, whether it were only hours or months, he could not say. He was never released from wherever they were keeping him but I chance accident saw to his escape. He could not return to the profession nor the woman, not this way, he was a broken man, a different thing all together. Still, keeping close to his personality, he did not let that destroy him. He used it to carve out a new beginning, one of change.
Username: Syrenrei
Name: "Terra" Cecilia White
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Blood Type: A
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: Caucasian
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Basic Peronality: Terra has an almost unwavering moral compass. While some people grapple with concepts of right, wrong, and ambiguous in-between, Terra has been confidant in what was the 'good' answer. Sometimes she comes across as overeager and confidant in what is the correct way to do something, but she only has the best intentions. The Resistance members don't all rise to the moral standards of Terra, but she regards them like a family who she forgives despite their faults so they might fight for the greater good.
Despite her conviction, she has a harder time dealing with social situations. Her enthusiasm can be charming, but sometimes she is more honest than is always appreciated. While friendly and warm, she is very capable and able to be chilling, she can be judgmental to those that she has a poor perception of. The government has suffered the more brutal end of this; Terra has no qualms about using force to try to "cleanse" the government. She has a great sense of sympathy and empathy for those that have suffered from it.
Ability: Tetrakinesis. Tetrakinesis is the ability to control earth (i.e. dirt and plants). This ability is mainly defensive, the user being able to create solid barriers of soil, as well as creating a cloud of dust, disorientating the enemy. The offensive portion of this ability is minor, but can be unexpected. The offensive portion uses plants, using them to entangle, bind and cut off circulation to a person's body. After much practice, the user could potentially cut limbs off with the plants. The major drawback to this ability isn't immediate. The user needs to have a constant intake of vitamins, and red meats. Their bodies have an extremely high metabolism as well, around two times as high as normal. This causes them to need water constantly to keep their body temperature down. They also need to consume food on a regular basis. Other, immediate, drawbacks include dehydration, general weakness, and in extreme cases, narcolepsy.
Background Information: Cecilia had an uneventful childhood in suburbia. She was not prom queen or star of her school's plays; her grades were neither stellar nor abysmal. If anything, she suffered from mediocrity. Nothing really excited or interested her, so she just put in the effort that was expected or needed to do well but not excellent. She went to a middle-of-the-road college a few hours away from home where she was close enough to visit the parents but far enough away to live her own life. In all her school years she never strayed from the path she set for herself: to become a librarian. Cecilia never tried drugs, smoking, didn't have sex with either of her high school boyfriends, and didn't drink.
Everything was shot to hell in short order. In her second year she was on a long drive to visit a high school friend who had attended another college when her car broke down. She was picked up by a kind citizen who left her at a gas station; she was certain that she'd be able to get a tow truck and some assistance. Unfortunate circumstances continued; while she was waiting the station was robbed. Cecilia had tried to convince the offender to stop but was only rewarded with a gunshot. When she arrived at the hospital her purse had been stolen and she was subsequently dubbed "Jane Doe 157." It is uncertain how she was sent to program from there, but is likely because it would have been hard for family and friends to place exactly when and where she went missing.
Her escape remains hazy in her mind, but her life since then has not. Knowing she was changed and had strange powers, she set about making herself a new life. Cecilia started to call herself "Terra" as a sort of play on her new abilities. After climbing a ladder of part time jobs and shoddy apartments, she has earned herself a moderately nice studio and a full time job at a nursery where she puts her green thumb to work. No contact has been made with her parents or two brothers and she has abstained from having any real relationships. Her life is only work and the Resistance where she often ends up being the main line of defense.
Username: [`Auron`]
Name: Eviane Materia
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 220 lbs
Blood Type: O
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Pale White
Hair Color: Brown-Red
Basic Peronality: Usually a serious person, Eviane can sometimes be very dark, or very humorous, depending on the situation at hand. When using his ability he usually shows no emotion whatsoever.
Ability: Hemokinesis. Hemokinesis is the ability to control a person's blood, be it the user's own blood, or the blood of others. This ability is very versatile. It can be used for both offensive and defensive means. In terms of offense, the user can draw out a portion (1/10th) of a person's total blood(as long as they have an open wound). Another offensive ability is what is called blood-wire. Blood-wire is formed by gathering all the platelets in an amount of blood, and making it sharp. The defensive abilities include being able to seal up cuts, and clot blood, as well as a weak temporary shield. This ability has one of the most severe drawbacks of all the abilities, coming a close second to pyrokinesis. The major drawback is that the user needs to take in large amounts of blood in order to stay alive, the ability causes the user's own hemoglobin to decrease exponentially. Other drawbacks include weakness after a long time of use, dizziness, and the need to consume larger quantities of food to help replenish lost blood.
Background Information: Eviane used to be a small-time business owner. He had his own store, and lived a happy life, even under The Government's rule. He had a family, wife and two kids. This all went downhill one day, when Government Agents raided his house. They had reason to suspect that Eviane had stolen money hidden in his house, which they presumed he had acquired through business partners. They took his wife and children as hostages, trying to get information from him. They ended up bringing his wife to the brink of death, all the while Eviane telling them he didn't know what they were talking about. Convinced, the Agents left. Eviane's wife was rushed to hospital, but went mad shortly thereafter, and was sent to a mental institution. Eviane became extremely depressed, and he made the decision to have his kids stay with relatives.
During his depression, he became a severe drunkard, and in his drunken stupor one night, he was abducted and experimented on by The Government. After the two-month ordeal of being The Government's guinea pig, Eviane was released back to the streets, not being told what they had done to him and that he was a useless subject. The entire time he was in the custody of The Government, he was drugged up with everything they could put in him without making him overdose, just to keep him so disoriented that he would have no recollection of what happened.
Shortly thereafter, Eviane had been wandering one of the main streets near the Government building, trying to find food. He was attacked by three men, who tried to rape him. Becoming desperate, Eviane discovered his hemokinesis, the result of the experiments that were performed on him. In a matter of seconds, the men that were attacking him were writhing on the ground, cut up, with their blood spilled all over the sidewalks.
Jumping ahead one year, Eviane is now one of the three leaders of The Resistance. He helped to found the secret organization, vowing to take revenge on The Government for cursing him with his ability.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 10:04 pm
Announcements
This roleplay IS NOW OPEN.
12/20/08 The story has been added on to. Members please check it out.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 10:05 pm
Rules
- BE LITERATE. I cannot stress this enough. If you can't pump out two five-sentence paragraphs per post, then you need not apply to be a part of this roleplay. Also, if you feel the need to not use a spell-checker, please, feel free to not apply. Everyone gets a writer's block, but no one has it all the time. THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE.
- Abide by Gaia's ToS.
- What I say goes. If you act up, you're out of the roleplay.
- No God modding. No one likes it when you play God.
- Be courteous to other roleplayers. They're here to do the same thing as you.
- This Roleplay is PG-13, you should know what that means by now.
- NO Killing of other characters, unless mutually agreed upon with the character's owner.
- PM your applications to me (Auron), with the title: Resist.
- If you have a question, comment, or concern PM me and let me know.
- Also, if any participant in the roleplay is going to be away for more than four days, it is required that you pm me, and let me know how long you'll be gone for.
- One more. If you join this roleplay I would like it if you stayed for more than, you know, a month. This is a long-term roleplay, and I don't want to have it start up and all of a sudden die cause one person up and leaves. I know real-life is more important, but if you need a leave of absence refer to the rule above.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 10:17 pm
Extra/Just in Case Post
This post is here just in case I need to add something.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 12:04 am
The Doctor was a different man today. His feet hit the floor with a different beat, one that was more upbeat and chipper than normal. Did he get a raise? Was he promoted? Or did he have a good night with a nice girl the night prior?
No, it was none of these things. Dr. James Covington was in such a good mood because of one thing. The one thing he had devoted many years too, with all his research, time, and sleepless nights. Turning the corner into the recovery room, his eyes shone, a smile plastered on his face. There, in front of his brilliant eyes, were his precious subjects. The only ones so far to have not died, the only ones that showed any promise, the only ones with confirmed abilities. There they were, to him, at this moment, the most brilliant achievement known to man. He had finally done it. He had created a small group of what is referred to as psionics. The first ever confirmed, recorded report of such an event. It was a momentous occasion in his life.
A week earlier...
Suddenly the brightly lit operation theater went dark, the lights dimming to almost nothing. Then, from the five subjects sprung forth a sight that was the most beautiful thing Dr James Covington had seen in his entire life. Above each of the five, were small orbs, shining brightly. They symbolized the powers that each subject had just attained. From left to right, James saw Fire-, Water-, Wind-, Psycho- and Tele-kinesis. They floated there, for a little under three seconds, but that was more than enough to make James the happiest person alive.
Walking into the recovery room, he approached each side table beside each of the subjects. He took a syringe and filled it with a chemical that would nullify the effects of the sleeping drug they had used. Carefully, as though handling his own offspring, James went around to each subject. He injected the serum into each one of them, taking his time in doing so, relishing in the fact that he had succeeded with his goal.
Walking over towards the doorway, James stopped, his eyes scanning the room, watching for any signs at all of movement. They would be waking up any moment now, and when they did, James would be the first to greet them, the first to bring them forth into their new existence. No longer were they the homeless garbage as when they first arrived in the building. Oh no, they were now precious beings, having near-godly powers at their whim. And James was their Father, their Creator.
And his first act would be to greet his newly created beings, a gleeful smile plastered, probably permanently, onto his face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 9:24 am
Chemicals waged war sub-skin, compelling one another to give up, give in. In the end, the more diluted chemical was worn away, eroded by the counteraction serum, and the decimated sleeping chemicals lost all effect on their host, freeing up her mind and body effectively. As the host's brain began to register consciousness, the synapses began firing away to every part of the body; arms, legs, hands, feet.
Every single nerve ending in her body seemed to alight with some foreign feeling, tingling hotly. As Arabelle began to regain control of her motor skills, she realized how...uncomfortable the tingling was, almost like singing pinpricks upon her nerves. Finally realizing she was light-headed, Arabelle gasped in a gulp of air, filling her lungs; it felt cold, flowing through her lungs and being used rapidly.
Feeling her body temperature drop to a comfortable level, the test subject's eyes slowly fought their way open. Thick lashes parted willfully, and light flooded her eyes, forcing her to wince at first as she adjusted to the lighting. Her gaze rolling around, weak with sleep and confusion, Arabelle found her voice finally. Glancing around, her clouded eyes caught sight of what appeared to be the shape of some body by a doorway and her brows furrowed as she tried to remember exactly where she was...
Arabelle sat alone in the city park, slumped over and looking quite blank. Her mind was racing now, flying over all the possibilities and questions... Could she do it? Would she do it? What were the benefits? The risks? It wouldn't cost her anything, apparently, and she would have food and shelter but... She wouldn't be in school for a while, supposedly. And really, was there anything to lose...? She had no home, not really any friends that would care to miss her too much. For all they would know, she could have transferred schools. That's all.
Standing slowly, realizing that it was dark now, Arabelle's feet began to shuffle slowly. She wasn't sure where she was going, but... She would get there somehow. The high-school student walked onwards, increasingly more confident in her decision. There was no point in not accepting this offer. It would be for the best, as far as she could tell. No more sleeping in bus stations, or sneaking school lunch. She was simply 'transferring'.
Into a new life.
Arabelle's eyes widened as she remembered where she was. The doctor's research building... How long had she been asleep? What was going on now, and where was everybody...? Spotting them quickly, she sighed in mild relief, attempting to sit up as she switched her clearing gaze to the doctor. Dr.Covington, as she very vaguely recalled...
"H-Hello...?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 11:13 am
Annabelle sighed as she walked down the sidewalk. Brad was at some party and would probably bring some girl home, not even thinking about his roommate, so here she was, just walking. She side-glanced at the building she was walking in front of. She had heard stories about it. Brad had even suggested trying to break into it one night, but Anna had declined. She would usually jump at the chance to do something like that, but there was just something that stopped her.
Suddenly she saw a flurry of movement and then there were men in front of her. Anna's eyes widened, where had they come from? She barely had time to think before one of them grabbed her and suddenly she was a lab rat.
Annabelle shot up from her sleeping position. She looked around with bleary eyes for a moment before raising her hands to rub the sleep from her eyes. When she was fully awake Anna looked around. Where was she? "Brad?" She questioned in her soft voice.
She then heard a voice and she looked at the owner of the voice, a girl who was only a little ways away from her. Everything came flooding back then and she immediately looked around to see everyone else was still asleep. But where was..? Anna spotted him then and she simply looked at him wordlessly; Doctor Covington.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 2:51 pm
Kaltrina woke groggily from her deep slumber, confusion filling her mind as she felt soft sheets and a decent pillow under her head. What was going on? She groaned a little as she tried to remember how she had managed to get where she was; she hadn’t finally given in to those nasty men who were probably crawling with STDs, had she? No, somehow she knew that wasn’t the case, but then something else must have happened. Through her eyelids, she could see bright light from above and she slowly forced her heavy eyelids up only to shut them instantly as the bright light burned into her eyes. Everything felt heavy; her arms, legs, torso, even her chest felt heavy, as if it didn’t really want to be moving up and down in deep breaths. She turned her head to the side and opened her eyes again, thankful that the light was diluted from this angle and her blurry lenses were slowly adjusting to show her a very clean whitewashed room.
Memories came trickling into her brain as her surroundings registered in her foggy mind. There had been men, but they’d been different from all the ones before. Instead of staring hungrily at her flesh, they’d been perfect gentlemen, coming up to her and asking if she would be willing to participate in a study on scarcinoma. She’d never heard of the illness before, and she’d been incredibly skeptical of the offer, but she’d pretended that she believed their words until she’d been sure that none of them were interested in using her body that way. In the end, she hadn’t put up much of a resistance after they assured her they wouldn’t touch her and promised her food and lodging for free as long as she was associated with their study. She hadn’t believed the illness they’d made up, but she desperately needed food and a place to stay now that she’d run out of churches to go to. They’d taken her to this facility, if she was even in the same one, and had told her to clean up, a blessing really, since she hadn’t been able to have a real hot bath since her mother had left. Everything else after that was pretty much a blank, and she guessed that they’d been drugged for quite a bit of time while their “procedures” were being carried out.
Her memories returned, she sat up slowly, the light blanket on her sliding down off her lightly gowned torso as she did so. Her head spun and she grabbed the sheets beneath her as she swayed lightly, hoping she wouldn’t fall off the bed she’d been placed upon. When her head stopped spinning, she glanced around. There were two other girls who were already sitting up, two males still laying asleep on their beds, and one more man standing near the door. She frowned in thought, vaguely recalling that they’d been introduced, but unable to recall what his name had been. He seemed to be a doctor of some sort from his clothing, but she couldn’t tell if there was a name on the lapel of his coat since her eyes were too fuzzy to even clearly make out his face. Not that it would have taken her any less than ten minutes to sound out his name either way. Breath wheezed through her slightly open mouth and she was suddenly thirsty. Incredibly, enormously thirsty. She looked down and around her, but saw no water: no ready glasses standing waiting to be sipped, no empty cups or pitchers of water to pour out either. She closed her mouth, running her tongue around her mouth but there was no moisture there whatsoever. “Water…” she rasped out through dry lips and swollen tongue, “Need water… please.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 6:58 pm
Dr. Covington smiled happily as the three females woke up in quick succession. He held out his arms, "Hello, my dears. How are we all feeling?" His eyes snapped over to the girl to his right, the one who asked for water. Walking over to the end of the bed, he looked at the clipboard that was hanging there, looking over her report. "Ah yes, you're the one who possesses Hydrokinesis." He said, pausing to look up at her, pulling a pen from his breast pocket, clicking it open.
Calmly, taking his time, he walked over to the side of her bed. Bending down, he reached into a small mini fridge that was sitting in one of the compartments of the side-table. He took out a jug of water and a cup, pouring water into it until it was full, handing the water to Kaltrina. He brought his pen to his clipboard, observing her. Subject H seems to exhibit an intense need for water. Possibly a side effect of the Hydrokinesis. Will investigate further.
After finishing his entry, he placed the clipboard back in it's place at the end of the bed, and looked towards the other two conscious patients. "Either of you need anything? If not then I need to explain a few things to all three of you." As he said this he looked at the two male patients. "I'll tell them later, we had to use stronger drugs on those two." Smiling, he went over to a chair that was placed near the doorway, and sat, waiting for his subject's responses.
"NO!! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU."
"You beg for mercy?"
"YES!!! Mercy, please! I've... I've never done anything wrong, please, oh God, why? Please don't do this..."
"I'm sorry, but in order for me to live, you must perish."
"AAAarrgheghe.........."
Eviane withdrew his blood-whip, looking down at his latest victim. It was a shame. This person wouldn't have died if his supplier had kept up it's end of the bargain. Oh well, warm blood tasted better anyways. Bending down, his face a picture of complete indifference, Eviane picked up the man and put his lips to the man's throat. He drank deeply, the warm blood trickling down his esophagus. It was a good feeling, but one that Eviane also loathed. He loathed it for the sole reason that he was not a murderer. He only did this type of thing in order to survive. If he had another way, he would, but as of this moment, he was out of options.
He had been doing this for about a year or so, off and on. Whenever his supplier of blood stopped, he would have to transition to live subjects for a while in order to not die. He figured it would take about another few days to get a new supplier. Hopefully this one will stick around for a while.
Licking his lips, and wiping excess blood on his sleeve, Eviane placed the man back onto the cement gently, closing his eyes over. The man was dead, Eviane draining most of his blood. Getting up, Eviane looked at his shirt, before ripping it off himself. It was covered in warm blood, and would certainly make him look suspicious. Doing up his coat, Eviane walked out of the alleyway in which he committed the murder, before walking towards the Resistance's hideout.
Eviane looked up the street at the city before him. Even though there were lights lining the streets, the place seemed all too dark. I guess that's what happens when you live in a dystopic world. Eviane saw people walking hurriedly, not wanting to be outside longer than they had to. Plus, the curfew was to be put in place in fifteen minutes or so, and anyone caught outside would be put in The Government's Jail without hesitation.
Placing his hands in his pockets, Eviane walked the two remaining blocks to the hideout, an abandoned building, in silence. No one bothered him, instead just attending to themselves. Upon entering the partially crumbled building, Eviane took off his jacket, placing it on a old desk. He stretched, and looked down at himself, covered in blood. Sighing, he pointed his finger towards himself, seemingly willing the blood to come off. The blood hung in the air for a moment, before it fell to the floor, leaving Eviane completely clean.
Putting his coat back on, he leaned back on the desk, hoping that the other Resistance founders got his message, and would show up. If they didn't it'd just be a waste of his time. And Eviane wasn't one who really liked to have his time wasted.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 9:24 pm
Annabelle's eyes widened, looking over at the girl who had just woken up. She sounded dehydrated. Anna herself felt fine, except for a minor headach that she was sure would pass. She looked with concern at the girl before she heard Dr. Convington. Her brows furrowed in thought. She wanted to know what was going on. Had he found a cure?
She watched as the Doctor walked over to the girl and at his words her eyebrows rose. Did he say Hydrokinesis? Did he mean.. The ability to control water? Anna was an internet surfer, so she had come along things like that. But, it wasn't really real, she knew that. She simply must have heard him wrong. Anna's head was still a little fogged with sleep.
Snapping from her thoughts, Anna's eyes followed the Doctor as he gave the girl some water, wrote something down on his clipboard, and then looked up at her and the other conscious patient in the room. After he was finished speaking Anna mutely shook her head. She was also thirsty and a little hungry, but those things could wait. Anna wanted to hear what Dr. Congton had to say.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 11:37 am
Glancing at the other two patients, she focused in on the girl who'd asked for water; water wasn't an unusual thing to ask for... But the doctor's explanation of what was making her thirsty was. Hydrokinesis. Water and movement... This girl couldn't possibly have any kind of command over water...could she? Arabelle frowned slightly as her head seemed to split achingly the more she tried to think about what they were here for right now...
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she glanced back at the doctor as he mentioned that the boys had been given a higher dosage of what she assumed were sedatives. She could feel her own drugs wearing out still and as she became more and more aware, Arabelle also noticed that she was becoming increasingly warm. Hot, really. Sitting up straight, the youth swung her legs off the 'bed' she'd been laid out on; the cooler air provided a small amount of relief, but she quickly heated up once again, her nerves tingling uncomfortably.
"I could probably use a bit of water, too..." Arabelle nodded to the doctor. Hopefully liquid would extinguish some of the heat that seemed to be coursing through her veins.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 12:30 pm
 The silver fork pierced the last bit of salmon easily. With little effort Kyrian charged the metal fork, running a slight current down its length into the meat. The spark added an extra flavor that was hard to come about by natural means. He dipped the fish in the lemon marinade then into his mouth, the tang of citrus was heightened by the electricity that tickled his tongue and throat. Accompanied by perfectly aged red wine and his meal could not have been better.
A slight blonde appeared seconds after her set the fork on the empty plate. He wasn’t oblivious to her watching him even in the crowded restaurant. She blushed and looked away when he looked her directly in the eyes; she was young. He doubted he was much older than her at twenty three but circumstance had him coming to certain realizations sooner than he would have had he been spared. She touched the fork as she cleared his dish and pulled back as though she’d been burned. In truth, he’d left her token for his own amusement, when she glanced at him with curious eyes the corners of his lips quirked up in a small smile. She looked away and quickly cleared the rest of the table, carefully avoiding anything metal.
His phone vibrated on the table and he reached for it without looking away from the girl as she walked away. His fingers moved over the keys, unlocking the screen, opened the messages and then the newest one. Only when she shapely frame had disappeared did he look at the tiny, glowing screen. He read the message twice before closing it, his spirit fell just a little but on his face he still wore the small that had his waitress blushing. His movements were measured as he gathered his things, dropped some bills on the table and left the restaurant, he didn’t want to appear rushed.
He called a cab to take him home, for appearances sake, then set out on foot from there. He knew the way by heart and didn’t pay much attention to where his feet took him. He caught snippets of conversations around him but his mind was focused on what the message could mean. Did mean. Hs exterior didn’t reflect his inner turmoil, anyone passing by would assume he was a pleasant enough man out for a walk, he even returned polite nods and well wishes for the night.
“Couldn’t we meet up somewhere less morbid and depressing?” Kyrian spoke into the dark knowing who would already be there. He stepped over mounds of rubble and garbage to get into the room, spying a halfway decent chair he dropped into, careful to keep his jacket between himself and the dusty cushion, “I’d even settle for somewhere less filthy.” His face wrinkled up in the dark.
Kyrian hated to think of people losing their lives, especially women, they were delicate creatures to be cherished, “I have to give the Doc his due, he’s tenacious. It takes a special kind of person to create things like us and turn a blind eye to the cost of the failed attempts. Now that he’s succeeded there will he keep making more? And what do you have in mind to stop five of them?” Despite the seriousness of the situation and his questions, Kyrian’s voice remained light and calm. He wasn’t one to get worked up easily, that wouldn’t end well. Click The Image heart 
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