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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 1:52 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:18 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXConlaodh Kade Campbell Victim But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... "And I can't feel this pain anymore. And I can't carry on this way. I'm hiding behind false eyes." - Asking Alexandria
Basically...
I've been trapped for Five (Nineteen) years.
And he's done things to me...Conlaodh is now a cyborg, so he does not breathe, eat, or sleep. He can, however, feel, and he still has SOME emotions. He has lost all fear, desires, regret, guilt, affection, sadness, and most of his memory is gone. He is blind in his right eye (it was replaced by a pocketwatch when he was about eighteen), and because he has no lungs, he cannot talk. But his wings were installed on his seventeenth birthday (he can store them in his back), and although he cannot fly, he can jump longer distances than an average human.
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Although he has lost most of his memory, Conlaodh can still recall some of the "past" that he held in the future. The only part of his family that he remembers is his little brother, Shade. He doesn't remember that his parents were both killed in a hovercar accident. He also doesn't remember living on the streets from five years old to fifteen and caring for his brother, but his instincts and strength are still present, and he questions why he is so used to the terrible conditions of the scientist. He can slightly recall the job that he earned for himself as a astronomer and starship piolot. But the thing from his "past" that Conlaodh remembers most is his abilities in music and parkour. Living on the street, it was nice to be able to play an instrument and earn a quick buck for lunch every day. And another useful habit on the streets was running from the cops that were sentenced to kill all homeless, so along with being able to climb forty story buildings in a matter of seconds, he has become very skilled in combat. His favorite weapon is a dagger in each hand short-range, or a crossbow long-range. But he could fight with many other kinds of weapons including brass knuckles, swords, guns, bows and arrows, etc.
Conlaodh was fifteen when he was taken by the scientist. It was a sort of shock to him because the man had technologies so primitive, yet he beat Conlaodh with only a couple darts. He later found out that the darts were filled with a chemical that put Conlaodh into a trance-like state within seconds, so his fighting wasn't his best. And although his ability to love was taken, he still feels that it is his responsibility to get back to Shade and protect him. He had begun to teach him how to defend himself, but he was only seven when Conlaodh was taken.
Now, Conlaodh finds himself ripping his body apart, piece by piece, enduring the pain, just to figure out his inner workings in a desperate attempt to better understand the scientist's "training" machines and find their weaknessess. He is very dedicated and will leave the stables every night to explore the city and plan an escape route for when he and all of the other victims are free. And he finds it easy to trick the fools of citizens into giving him money (or he simply steals it right from their pockets). He has a small shack that he bought at the other end of the town that he stores his weapons and other tools in. He has built quite a vast collection over the years and could probably arm every one of the victims and them some, if the time ever came upon them.
And with these weapons, he of course needs practice, so the unlucky citizens that cross his path are usually not coming out alive. But the technologies are so primitive in this time that he can get away with killing much more easily, and well maybe it's gone to his head...
The only reason he returns to the scientist's stables is to defeat the machines one day and finally understand how he works. And it has made me who I am...
Insane, Murderer, Silent, Strong, Theif, Stealthy, Clever/Tricky, Easily Ammused, Extremely Smart, Loves the Night Sky, Despises Religion and Wealth/Greed/Money and Government (These are the types of people that he usually targets), Very Hard to Anger ...That my mind is already lost. TaishoSei8Death **Note: Please don't use the picture, not that you would want to anyway, I drew it all by mahself. ^-^
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:48 pm
Edward Williamson
Leader of the "Broken Forces" I've heard the rumors... And I hope they aren't true... Because, I've been counting the seconds... June thirteenth, eighteen-twenty seven. Twenty-nine years old
...but the seconds just grow longer... So it seems my life has become a broken clock...
Born and raised as a boy genius Edward was expected to do great things in his life. Diversed in many different subjects such as playwrights, his favorite form of entertainment, and many others he took up biology at a young age. At the age of 19 he became the youngest biologist ever, and was soon snatched up by a less than stable scientist. He was forced to comit heinous crimes on many different people, experitmenting, learning about their "abilities" as his "mentor" called them. But Edward knew that with his already crumbling sanity, he needed to get out of there.
When he finally escaped, Edward began to assemble a force to combat this vicious scientist and free the rest of his fellow prisoners. Relying on his quick wits, his decietfullness, and of course his ablility that was given to him, he fight this scientist back. Or so it seems, as brilliant as he is, it seems like he has even greater ambitions... But the clock has molded my mind... Tends to joke alot, may seem quite insane at times, but truly he is completely sane just puts up the front to prevent others from learning his plans, often times referes to events as if they were in a playwright, extremely intelligent and decietful, an excellent work at machinery, almost always distant, never lets anyone get close to him ...and it seems to me...The curtain has drawn, and the final act has begun!Five Magics ...well, it seems that I've misplaced that mind of mine...
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:52 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLydia "Sparrow" Hall Victim But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... The Game <3
Basically...
I've been trapped for nine years by the scientist but I'm nineteen years.
And he's done things to me... Siren like abilities. Her voice can invoke emotions and range in pitches from high frequencies to low, ground shaking ones.
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Lydia grew up in London with her parents, Rhayanna and Gabriel. It was the 37th century and London didn't look anything like what it does now. Most of the world was water, and most of the Earth was covered in water but people prospered. Because of the surplus of oceans and seas, most cities were on levitated platforms. Any land was farm land or ruins, filled mostly with myth and legend of the peoples whom once walked the streets. During her childhood, Lydia was a very happy and cherished child. Protected by the dangers of the world. She never needed to defend herself or care for herself. Everything was done for her. She was a spoiled child of sorts.
When she turned ten, her mother was taking her to one of the parks on the London platform. For no more than a split second was she separated from her mother before a man came out of no where and captured her. At first she struggled, but then blacked out. When she awoke she was strapped to a table and couldn't speak. It took almost a week for her voice to come back but when it did, she found it held much more power than it once did. She became very careful of speaking until she was put into training. She found that if she didn't use it, she would die. And it has made me who I am...
Innocent, Shy, Protective, Cunning, Seductive, Playful, Hot-tempered But I'm begining to think... Dancer in the Dark - Luka ...That my mind is already lost. Taka_tashimaru **Please excuse Taka for not having the link to her song. She can't access Youtube on her computer because of the browser she has. It's weird. Anyway, I would have done it, but Youtube doesn't always work on my computer and it just so happens that this is one of those times. >-<
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:58 pm
HELMI JINJU IHEJIRIKA
Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Iɴ Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ I've heard the rumors... And I hope they aren't true... Because, I've been counting the seconds... January 17th, 1825 [Twenty Seven Years]
...but the seconds just grow longer... So it seems my life has become a broken clock...Helmi Jinju Ihejirika, second in command to the broken forces delving into the dangerous world ruled and operated by a mad scientist, was born in an area which would later become a city known as Upington, but in 1825 (when Helmi Jinju would be born) it was merely a sparse expanse of land rich in resources and inhabited by a small tribe of people. The British, at the time of Helmi Jinju's childhood, had inhabited the area and growing up she learned not only Zulu, but English as well. Due to her upbringing, Helmi Jinju is a strong believer in the spiritual world as well as an accomplished fighter. Sensing the threat the British posed, each individual within the tribe learned well how to defend themself in the case that the British would become hostile. At sixteen, Helmi Jinju was fully considered an adult and when the opportunity came she left South Africa on a British ship. Once in her new home, Helmi Jinju continued a study of the martial arts and looking into other cultures she discovered a vast world of much more complicated designs. While she loves the martial arts she is not much of a fan of firearms so she continues to remain in the art of physical hand-to-hand combat.
Up until the age of twenty-three she continued to study under many individuals in many different arts, but none did she find more intriguing than the art of Capoeira. With he developed skills she became a competitor in both legal as well as underground matches, but she's truly found a way to put her skills to the test under the leadership of Edward Williamson. Her true motivation for aiding the victims of the scientist and ultimately stopping him are unknown, but for all intents and purposes her motivation seems simple sympathy and an urge for justice. But the clock has molded my mind... Independent, judgmental, hot-headed, passionate, loyal, cunning, quick-thinking, spiritual, stubborn, emotional, and imaginative. ...and it seems to me..."Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...it has no survival value; rather, it is one of those things that give value to survival."LEVITATE - ABLAZE - BANG - HOME ...well, it seems that I've misplaced that mind of mine...
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 11:48 pm
Beau Corso
Passerby I've heard the rumors... And I hope they aren't true... Because, I've been counting the seconds...December fourteenth, eighteen thirry-seven; nineteen years old
...but the seconds just grow longer... So it seems my life has become a broken clock...
Beau grew within a subculture. His widowed mother practiced voodoo, which instantly won him the likewise stigma attached to people who practice black magic. So, as a boy, he was taught various spells, charm, and potions, and including how to collect ingredients for all of these things. His grades at school suffered because of nights spent memorizing ancient texts that his mother used. But Beau never really bought into the voodoo. He has never seen the magic work because his mother forbid him from ever watching her cast spells. As a boy, most of his memories are of studying and throwing stones into the black murky swamps as his mother raved in the house.
A boy at his school died of mysterious causes one day; one boy that had bullied Beau at school. The town instantly assumed that his mother was responsible and a small group of thugs who had meant to only terrorize her by throwing a brick through a window managed to burst open his mother's skull with it, leaving her bleeding to death while Beau attended detention. His story began as he stood in front of the doorway, looking at his mother who had died and a strange man stood before him. But the clock has molded my mind... Irritable, restless, loving, flakey ...and it seems to me...That there is no reason to suspend belief anymoreThe Shoes - Time to Dance ...well, it seems that I've misplaced that mind of mine...
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:01 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRosa Cabera Victim But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... Do you lie each time you have a chance or is it because you want to be different from everyone?
Basically...
I've been trapped for Seven years with the scientist but seventeen years.
And he's done things to me... Rosa can manipulate plants and transform them into almost anything.
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Rosa grew up in a rich house hold in Spain. Being an only child her parents constantly made sure she have everything she ever wanted. Along with she be protected by almost everything they could think of. Her parents' work involve them to go out a lot and made them very famous in Spain so they rarely are home nor spend time with her. She usually stay inside her house or in the house area spending most of her time in the garden they owned. She occasionally would go to the city with them time to time. Rosa would spend hours there planting and gardening it with their gardener. Even though she was young she show skills in gardening and seemed to have a green thumb. But the early twentieth century she grew up in things were getting worse. Her family was being targeted and she was getting close to kidnap couple times.
Rosa's family was getting worried and prayed to God to make it stop. On her tenth birthday it seem liked it going to happen. The night before Rosa had a very strange dream. The next morning she ignored it thinking it was just a dream like her parents would say if she told them. Her parents thought it would be a good to take her out on her birthday like any other birthday she had. They all went to towns square and went around. Even though the place seem foreign to her she seem to relate to the kids around her age. Her parents took her to the park where Rosa met these kids. She played with them like any ten years old would and cherish the time she could be around anyone her age until they got tired to try to be her friend. She found out the kids didn't seem to want to be her friend. Even though she was kind and try to act normal. The other kids envy the way she dress and how everyone treated her. They hated the fact that she was different in society eyes and clueless to everything they been through. They taunted her until she felt like to cry in front of them. They would attempt to steal her things but she seem to get away from their grasp. Getting enough of this Rosa left the area while her parents talked to the other kids' parents nearby to engross in their conversation.
But something happen while Rosa ran away. She felt something was following her. She thought it was one of those kids trying to bully her again and continue runaway. As she ran away from the source of the sound she heard behind her. She trip over a root from a tree and unknown reason blackout. The next time she woke up she notice that she was around plants. Many of them were vines all around her and roses around her head. Panicking she didn't know if it was a prank or cruel trick on her but she notice that how can anyone possibly can do this. After she said she wish the plants go away she saw them all disappear. She saw that she was in a room with tools and wish the plants to come back. They did and after a few more experiments she realized that she was the one controlling them. After hurting herself with rose thorn she notice her blood was white like plants' blood. And it has made me who I am...
Quiet, Timid, Shy, Innocent, Insane, Nature Lover, Scared, Nervous, Blunt, Honest, Doesn't trust easily, A bit Rebellious from time to time, Loyal, Sad, Lonely ...That my mind is already lost. zoeykiki123
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:52 pm
 Allumette Anne FiresSecond RecruitI've heard the rumors... And I hope they aren't true... Because, I've been counting the seconds...November 30, 1900 (Twenty-one)
...but the seconds just grow longer... So it seems my life has become a broken clock...
Allumette was the most genius person of her time, but she shared this with absolutely no one. Her life, for the most part, was nothing but torture.
When she was just a girl, about ten years of age, her family was in hiding due to their Jewish decent, but the Gestapo sought them out and Allumette along with her older brother and father were brought to Sachsenhausen, a concentration camp near Berlin. When they arrived the genius girl smelt death and knew that she would more than likely never make it out of this alive. She looked to the sky after leaving the "cattle" train and prayed one last time, for she would lose all faith in this hell.
They were all stripped of their clothes and observed Nazis of all sorts. She was seperated from her brother and father forever that day, for they were males and she was, well, not. They sent every other girl of her age to the ovens, but for some reason they saw a worker in Allumette, so work she did. While in the camp she was served less than a cup of soup once per day just like her fellow prisoners. Most died simply from this starvation, but she was strong. Her body became a skeleton along with the few people still alive and sharing her torture. She found that if she didn't work quick enough for the leaders of the camp she would be whipped until her pace was just above exceeding expectations. Scars on her back and hands and legs prove this.
After four years in hell, the camp set all of the workers free, including Allumette. She was sent straight to a hospital for nearly a year where her body was brought back to a stable weight and condition, but the entire time she was in the hospital, she used any scraps she could find to build a time machine. She wanted to go back and stop the torture, and she deffinately had the natural brains to do it. She was fifteen when she was released from the hospital and there was only one thing that she needed to do before she could begin her decent into the past. She needed to confront Mr. Adolf Hitler and tell him personally that although she spent four years in his hell, she respected every last inch of that man. He may have been insane, but he was the most powerful leader that the world had ever known and she saw that from the moment he had the air-heads of Germany cheering him on with every move.
After telling Hitler this, she was ready to go back into the past, one year at a time, but there was a problem. Her time machine only went backwards, so there was no way to return to the present and ever see her father and brother again. She decided not to do it and just continue on with life and make the best of it. She made several friends in the camp that she was still in touch with, and she made more and more, about a month before her eighteenth birthday she had decided that a little fun was in order. So she arranged a huge birthday party, she invited all of her friends and told them to bring friends and let their friends bring friends and so on. On her birthday of 1918 at noon, she sat on her front porch awaiting the arrival of her guests. She waited for six hours straight... but no one came. After crying for another three hours, she decided that she was no good in this time period and went back in time to mid-eighteen hundreds, just for kicks. But when she arrived in the time period, she had lost all of her memmory. The only thing she knew was her name and her language (German). Everything else was a blur. That was when she met Edward Williamson and she moved in next door to him.But the clock has molded my mind... Bubbly, Happy, Easily Ammused, Genius, Funny, Loves poker (but not gambling) and has learned how to play and deal it, Memmories are slowly returning, she is slowly becoming more insane, Weapons master, theif, clever, doesn't like killing but loves fighting ...and it seems to me... "They said they said 'help is on the way'...but it never came!" - Rise AgainstHelp is On the Way
Dear Insanity
Poker Face (Not that Lady-Gaga s**t)
Over My Head (Cover)
...well, it seems that I've misplaced that mind of mine... I lost the god damn magical profile! DX s**t! Well, this is going to annoy me, but oh well.
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