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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: left; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black;]Amaya Momoe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= 000000; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oqBeFJd.gif); height: 400px; width: 500px; border-radius: 10px;] [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; color: black; font-family: georgia; height: 300px; width: 400px; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.50; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px white; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 275px;]OOC I'm honestly so flattered that you would think that! You're such a sweetheart. ^_^ Also, I think it's time for another danger to show up, but I'll leave the next one for you.
IC Amaya laughed nervously, the awkwardness of the situation crashing down upon her. She slid a foot back, a solid tell of her wavering confidence around this man. Was that even supposed to be a joke? Or was he really just trying to get that yokai out of his way? I can't tell with him. His facial features never seemed to move, which made reading him completely impossible. It was as if he was a statue from another time, a flawless work of art that refused to be portrayed any differently. Or maybe, he just didn't know how to portray himself any differently.
Amaya's mind desperately scrambled to think of something to say, simply for no other reason than to break the silence. Her eyebrows shot up as she suddenly realized she had never introduced herself. "Oh! My name is Amaya, by the way. Amaya Momoe. My family owns this temple." The girl considered walking up and offering her hand, but quickly decided against it. From what she's seen, most likely he would stare at her hand until she moved away again. "W-what's your name?" Amaya tried to keep her voice steady and clear, but the shock of the situation was starting to wear out.
This newfound lack of shock brought with it more sensations. Amaya noticed that her hands were softly shaking, partly from fear and partly from the cold. Her clothes and hair were absolutely soaked, and as she realized this, her body seemed to come alive to the sensation and begin shaking. Pale arms wrapped around herself in a fruitless attempt to keep any sense of warmth in her body. Despite this chill, Amaya couldn't bring herself to walk to a dry place. It was as if the girl was captured; frozen under the sharp and uncaring gaze of the man in front of her. A hand reached upwards, pulling auburn locks behind Amaya's ear. She set her eyes upon the clouds, getting lost in the sight of the rain falling towards her. "Is this really a place they would want to fall to anymore?" Her voice was barely a whisper, merely the echo of a thought. Amaya herself could barely hear herself, and yet didn't care. She was lost in her own thoughts of her childhood spent sitting on the porch with her mother. The thoughts carried her gently to another time, allowing Amaya to forget her current situation, and even the man in front of her for a moment. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: left; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black;]Amaya Momoe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= 000000; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oqBeFJd.gif); height: 400px; width: 500px; border-radius: 10px;] [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; color: black; font-family: georgia; height: 300px; width: 400px; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.50; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px white; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 275px;]Amaya didn't expect much of an answer from the yokai before her at her sudden barrage of speech, and yet he seemed willing to answer her question. It was the closest to an actual conversation that the two had, which for some unknown reason, made Amaya smile. She watched him intently, trying hard to observe every small movement. She could see subtle movements in his face then. A twitch of the eyebrow, a slight pull at the corner of his lip. It was reassuring that to see however slight, that he did show emotions on his face.
Amaya's head tilted slightly at his opinion of his name. Was he trying to hide it from her? Wait, do yokais' names hold power over them? No, wait, that was supposed to be demons. She scoffed at herself in her mind at her mistake of confusing the two species up. However, that raised even more questions as to why he simply wanted her to refer to him by his title. Amaya never was one of those people who would use titles as opposed to names. She wasn't even one for nicknames, either. However, she supposed that referring to this man as 'medicine seller' was better than simply calling 'hey you' or 'yokai'. Would he be offended at her bringing up the fact that he was a yokai directly? It suddenly dawned upon the human girl that she had just been introduced to a whole new world, one filled with its own customs and sets for rules to follow. Did he already know how humans act? Would he be offended by anything she does? Worries swirled around Amaya's mind until the medicine seller's voice broke through her inner turmoil.
At the sound of his command, Amaya immediately squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn't exactly sure why she felt she should trust this yokai completely, but she did. It was one of those things that you just couldn't describe to other people, nor would it make sense to others. This baseless trust is what lead Amaya to shaking in fear and cold, listening to the deafening screech of an unknown creature above her. Part of her desperately wanted to see what was happening, but she knew that she was in a world that was not her own. A powerless human can do nothing against yokai in a fight. It was better to simply hope that the medicine seller would choose that she was worthy enough to protect.
Amaya was still squeezing her eyes shut, pale, shaking hands clenched to her chest when she felt the sensation of something covering her eyes and touching her shoulder. Immediately she froze at the sensation, panic clenching her every muscle in preparation to run at any second. That when she heard that decadently sweet voice breathed straight into her ear, telling her to open her eyes. Amaya's panic for her life was quickly replaced by another form of panic as she scrambled away from her once-again saviour. Somehow in her tangle of arms and legs flailing about, Amaya had ended up on the ground, looking up at the medicine seller. Her voice no longer had to cut through the sound of raindrops landing as Amaya yelled out. "D-don't do that!" Her voice tried desperately to sound authoritative, but there was a breathy tone about it, and her desperate attempt to seem mad was lessened by the rose colour painted clearly upon her pale cheeks.
Amaya's heart pounded loudly in her chest, loud enough for the sound to echo up to her eardrums. Her chest pulled upwards in a shaky breath, trying desperately to quell the pounding of her blood vessels. Her efforts proved to be useless; her stubborn organ refusing to slow its pace or power. Amaya thought back to the sensation of that yokai's hand on her shoulder. His touch was surprisingly... gentle. It seemed to communicate a much different nature that the one portrayed upon his face. She could still feel the subtle heat from the simple touch, and secretly she wondered why she was dwelling upon what must be nothing to him.
A sigh escaped exasperated lips as Amaya slowly stood up from the ground. Her voice rung out, now echoing off of the walls surrounding them due to the lack of rain. "I can see now that you someone who likes jokes, despite you not... well... seeming like the type." Her voice had a desperate tone to it, her exhaustion clearly showing upon her features. Yes, Amaya told herself, That was simply a joke. I'm probably just like a toy to him. Wait... Is that why he saved me? Amaya couldn't explain why, but a small pang resonated in her heart at that moment, and sadness crossed her face for a single moment. It was quickly covered up with a smile, which Amaya had been doing since she was young. There was no point in trying to show sadness to others, because they would secretly take that as weakness and use you because of it. She learned that from her past experiences. "Well, I think we should probably get inside somewhere. I can give you a change of clothes if you like, since we're both pretty soaked." A lighthearted giggle escaped from Amaya's soft lips as her usually bouncy nature returned. She spoke in a tone as if none of the previous scene had even occurred; as if she was speaking to a regular human instead of a yokai that had saved her life twice. There's no point in showing anyone sadness. I can't be that pathetic. She convinced herself of that in her mind, but somewhere inside of her, there was a girl who wanted to scream out at everything this situation had brought to her and taken away in short amount of since the first drop of crystal came from the sky, until the puddles stop collecting droplets to add to their surface. For the first time in her life, Amaya cursed the sight of the rain. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
I'll post in a minute, first I was just wondering about what the familiar should look like? Is it like an animal pet type of familiar, or does it resemble humanoid figures, or what?
[size=9pt]NICKNAME(S) »[/size] Addy, sometimes Add
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size] Female
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size] 19
[size=9pt]DATE OF BIRTH »[/size] September 21st
[size=9pt]SEXUALITY »[/size] Heterosexual
[size=9pt]SPECIES »[/size] Human
[size=9pt]POWER »[/size] None
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial] [size=9pt]WRITTEN DESCRIPTION »[/size] Adette has a slender frame and pale skin. Her brown hair hangs down just past her chest. Often people assume that she lightened the ends, but her hair is actually naturally coloured like that. Despite trying to straighten it, Adette's stubborn hair often ends up curling at the ends, quite dramatically. Standing only at 5'3", you would most likely have to look down at her, to see icy blue eyes staring back at you. Her style could be described as a mixture of girlish and casual. Her looks occasionally get her notice from others of the opposite gender, but usually they get bored after they realize she's not interested.
[size=9pt]HEIGHT »[/size] 5'3"
[size=9pt]WEIGHT »[/size] 119
[size=9pt]HAIR COLOR »[/size] Brunette to light blonde
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial] [size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size] Everyone who knows Adette knows that she is capable of achieving so much more socially than she does. But if they know her, they also know that the only thing she's focused on is her studies. This leads to a mostly stand-offish nature to her. She often gets approached by guys wanting to date her, but she couldn't be less interested in anything of that. She's a person who once they set their mind on something, wouldn't be seen taking that back. She is determined to prove herself in this world by using the proper way of studying, not that she truly needs to. She has always been a prodigy in math and the sciences, but originally held herself back because of her friends. Now she spends all of her time playing catch up for holding herself back all those years ago.
[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size] Math, Science, Books, Being alone, Technology, Sweets
[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size] Flirts, Being disrupted, Arguments, Violence, Being called cute
[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size] Intelligent, Quick to learn, Determined, Loyal
[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size] Stubborn, Physically weak, Not good at reading emotions of others, Quick to anger
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial] [size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size] Adette's childhood began traditionally, and she liked it that way. She was happy not being special. She didn't have any chance of being the special one in her father's eyes anyone. That place went to her younger sister, Lily. The moment she was born as Adette turned 7, she knew that her hopes of being the favourite daughter were gone. Not that it really bothered her, as Adette was happy to play a supporting tole in her sister's life. It was normal.
That's why Adette wasn't exactly pleased when she was selected at the age of 9 to be a prodigy. She didn't want to be special like that. The teachers talked to her parents about moving the young girl up a grade or two, but Adette didn't want that. Her parents agreed that it would be best for her, so Adette had to dumb herself down. To keep things normal as they were. She pretended to have difficulty understand the grade 6 work, but truly she understood it fine. Eventually the system gave up on her and let her continue her normal life. Her life was finally back to normal.
But that didn't last long. When Adette reached grade 6 at the normal pace, her sister continued to get more sick. Her father couldn't bear to lose his baby girl or see her suffer, so he recklessly doled out money to any and every doctor who might have a chance to cure her. Their bank accounts drained quickly as Adette's father became more and more desperate. His efforts were fruitless, and the normal family of four quickly became a bankrupt and broken family of three. Adette's normal like had been dashed before her eyes.
After that, Adette's father dashed off, not wanting to burden Adette's mother with the cost of his debt. It's unsure if he truly had noble intentions, however, or if he was simply to cowardly to watch his only other family starve through nights of poverty. That's when Adette decided to stop being so normal. Her normal life was gone, and now she simply had be less than normal. She would do everything for her studies, which wouldn't leave her space in her life for friends or especially a boyfriend. And to avoid these distractions, she simply had to make her personality seem as boring as possible, as if she had no other interests. She would go to college on scholarships and then make a good living to support her mother.
Adette began to wonder if the world was trying to teach her that life just would never go as you planned. Her mother died the summer before she was going to go to college. But there was no other life path for Adette anymore. This time, life was to go to her plan, or at least until one dangerous walk alone...
[size=9pt]FAMILIAR »[/size] A small red fox with a scar in it's left ear. It attacks by being too quick for others to catch it, and striking when the enemy no longer knows where it is.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial] [size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size] Single
[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size] Hehehehe
[size=9pt]BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND »[/size] Going to be found....
[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: left; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black;]Adette Breaker[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= 000000; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oqBeFJd.gif); height: 400px; width: 500px; border-radius: 10px;] [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; color: black; font-family: georgia; height: 300px; width: 400px; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.50; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px white; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 275px;]OOC I changed the first part a bit just to fit my character, I hope that's alright. IC Adette sighed as she walked her way home. She could feel the presence of her familiar lurking in the shadows, always following yet constantly out of sight. When she first met Iri, this odd way of following freaked her out. Now it was more of a comfort than anything. And in her current situation, the girl could any sort of comfort she could get. She knew it was a mistake letting her college roommate drag her to the movies. Adette was more than aware that it was only out of pity that possessed her to bring along a downer like herself.
As she continued along the dark path, Adette began to wonder if it would've been better just to put up with the stupid party her roommate wanted her to go to. It wasn't as if this was a safe neighbourhood. A scoff escaped the brunette's lips as she thought to herself. Clearly she doesn't care about me that much if she just lets me walk home on my own through one of the city's most dangerous areas.
Adette stopped abruptly as two men stepped out in front of her. She didn't even need to glance at them for more than a moment before knowing that they were bad luck. Lucid-Siege... She swallowed her fear as she tried to step around them, maintaining her cool and plain composure. "Please, let me through." Her voice was quiet, but there was a fierceness behind it, one that held the fire of a thousand suns within it. Despite this, the men refused to move. Adette could feel Iri's hostility, and the girl had to hold out a hand behind her subtly to tell the fox to stay where she was. No good could come from her familiar appearing. That would be just asking for the two to attack her.
Before she could devise a plan, Adette had found herself being grabbed along with being called someone else's and Adette prepared herself to yell at the man behind her for whatever stunt he was trying to pull when she saw the identity of her 'protector'. She stood frozen, staring for a moment before a deep voice pulled the girl out of her trance. Her face quickly dropped to a deadpan, however. It was a natural face position for her at this point, being as she practiced it every day of her life. "Thank you for saving me." She dipped in a small bow, brunette locks falling in front of her face. She didn't bother moving them after coming up; she tried not to make any unnecessary movements. "But if you do not mind, I will be heading on my way now." She showed no expression as she quickly spun around and stepped away. Adette made sure her steps weren't too fast as to seem afraid of him, yet not to slow as to seem like she was having any doubts about her desire to leave. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: left; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black;]Amaya Momoe[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= 000000; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oqBeFJd.gif); height: 400px; width: 500px; border-radius: 10px;] [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; color: black; font-family: georgia; height: 300px; width: 400px; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.50; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px white; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 275px;]Amaya expected to hear such an answer from him. She didn't let her smile drop for a single moment, merely nodding her head softly as though to say she understood. She wasn't sure if it was due to the fact the medicine seller was a yokai, or simply because he didn't seem to be adept at expressing what he was feeling, but suggesting ideas to this pale man proved once again to be a fruitless effort. Inwards, Amaya let out an exasperated groan, and wished she could just go inside.
Amaya's thoughts froze to a halt as the reality of the situation she was in hit her. This wasn't a malicious yokai, he didn't seem to be the type to attack her while her fragile back was turned, despite the scene he caused earlier. And yet, Amaya found herself avoid the removal of herself from this yokai's presence. Words that the pale man spoke earlier echoed through her thoughts. I seem frightened? Am I? The small girl considered it for a moment before realizing that she wasn't. No even a bit. What was it about this strange yokai's presence that set her so at ease? The questions dwelled in the back of her mind as she considered the different possibilities.
Amaya was still lost in her thoughts when she heard the yokai speak up once again. At first the sides of her mouth curled up as a natural raction (Falling asleep, finish in morning when awake_ [/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: left; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black;]Adette[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= 000000; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oqBeFJd.gif); height: 400px; width: 500px; border-radius: 10px;] [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 7px solid 000000; color: 000000; color: black; font-family: georgia; height: 300px; width: 400px; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.50; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px white; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 275px;]Adette let out a tiny sigh as the realized that Override was still following her. She was aware of the numerous sets of eyes setting their gaze upon the plain girl. She also wasn't dense enough to realize that she couldn't depend upon any of these people to help her. Most likely almost, if not all of them, were criminals. Besides, the man walking a few steps behind her was Override. The Override. Not even a decent-hearted citizen would dare act against the orders of this mysterious criminal.
Adette felt a shock of sensation as the blue-haired man spun her and put her against the wall. Despite the quickened pounding in her chest, the girl refused to let any of it show outwards. She remained to keep her breathing at a normal rate, and a stoic look upon her face, as if this was a completely normal situation. Her teeth clenched tighter as his grip tightened, causing a dull pain coat her nerves. Adette could feel Iri lingering in the protection of the shadows a couple feet away. Despite the fox's will to protect Adette, even Iri could feel the power radiating off the of man in front of her. Adette calmly observed his facial features. From up close, the girl could tell that he was very old whatsoever. Early twenties, perhaps? The most eye-catching feature was obviously his eyes. Adette thought she observed Override's eyes glowing in the dim light, but surely that couldn't be true. Perhaps just a mixture of being tired and slight fear.
Adette inwardly sighed as she heard his statement. I figured it wouldn't be that easy to get away from this man, especially given who he is, but I didn't expect him to be so forward about it. Blue eyes closed for a moment for Adette to take a deep breath before she responded. She did not want to give him the privilege of seeing her immediately reaction, especially since that was what he wanted. An immediate reaction of fear and a fight. But Adette knew that a fight would be pointless given their obvious strength differences, and the more she gave him what he wanted, the more the man would demand. "I promise you that whatever I can give you will rather be disinteresting to you, or nothing you do not already have. Her words came out as slightly harsh, yet her icy blue eyes met his golden gaze with complete calmness. She did not bother to move as opposed to the slow rise and fall of her small chest.
Suddenly, a grin spread across her face. Although she had told herself it would be of no use to give a reaction, and despite her calm exterior, her emotions were in a frenzy inside her brain, causing a bit of the rage to be released in the form of mocking. "You know, I expected the notorious Override to be more intimidating than this." Adette's head moved in a nodding motion, gesturing to his overall self. Her eyes held a mischievous look in them that few have ever seen before. She wasn't sure what brought this out in the girl, but she couldn't say that she was completely hating giving this man a reaction. "I bet your intelligence isn't even as half as great as mine." Her words were practically spat at him, showing the collective bitterness that Adette had collected for herself, spending years proving herself with her mind. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
"What has made the state a hell on earth has been precisely that man has tried to make it heaven."-Holderin
Broken glass crunches under your feet. Logically, you should be feeling pain, yet even the sound of crunching is not enough to trigger that response in your mind. Not when the only thought echoing through your mind is the pure fact that you are free. Free. What year is it now? It should be close to 1900 at this point. You go to take a step, then stop. Panic sets in for a moment, covering the pure sense of elation pulsing through your veins. You were never meant to get out. You'll never be accepted into society the way you are. You're a monster. A freak.
Shooting up in your bed, you feel the thin mattress beneath your legs. The drab grey of the walls around you haven't changed. None of that was real. At this point it might be hard to discern whether what you experienced was merely a dream, or the crazed imaginings of shattered mind. Slowly, you lay back down and take a deep breath, hoping to lull yourself back into a dream. Maybe this time it will actually be peaceful.
You're in a dimly lit room, illuminated only by a sliver of light shining in below the door. A fluorescent light buzzes to life above you. After a moment is given for your eyes to adjust, you are able to look around yourself, seeing a stainless steel table matching the chair you are currently sitting in. The entire situation seemed akin to the stereotypical police interrogation room. A speaker placed in the roof above you emits a loud static noise, before a robotic female voice starts speaking. "Hello, and welcome to your new home. Now this may not seem like home quite yet, but we're sure you'll adapt soon enough. If you do not know what we do here or why you are here, let me explain all this now. We are the top leading research facility when it comes to advancements in every aspect of biology. You might be wondering, if that's the case, then why haven't I heard of you before? Well, that is because in order to pursue the level of science and experimentation we achieve, we need to keep ourselves from the public eye. Run exclusively by the government, this allows us the freedom to explore scientific measures unable to be achieved by those outside these walls. However, pursuing this level of science requires test subjects. That is where you come in. You were specifically chose from your situation and brought here. Whether it be for your resilience, intellect or DNA, you were chosen, and now have the opportunity to better the lives of millions of people, simply by participating in the experiments laid out for you by our wondrous and well-educated staff. Hopefully you will live a long and prosperous life, knowing that the sacrifices of you and your peers will be used in order to bring prosperity to all of mankind for years to come. Good day."
Before you get a chance to react to the news you were just given, the door slams open and two masked masked individuals walk in. They grab you by your arms, dragging you out of the room. As you move out, you see a hallway stretching to the left. Smells permeate the air, giving you thoughts that are anything but pleasant. They move choose instead to take you forward, where a length of cells exists. Without any other choice, you feel yourself being dragged along the rows.
To your left, Cell 1 has a crumpled figure sprawled out on the small bed, claw-tipped hands clamped over his ears. Pale eyes stare at you as you walk past with pupils dilated to pinpricks and canine teeth protruding from his bottom lip. His sunken face adds to the animalistic traits to the figure seems to have compiled. Stitched wounds can be seen on the back of his neck, the skin a dull, bruised, purple. The plate in front of his cell reads Beast #004
To your right, Cell 2 lies empty. It's bars are made of iron.
To your left, Cell 3 has a pale girl looking up at you with icy blue eyes. If it weren't for the subtle movement of her breaths, you might think she were dead. Her white hair and clothes contrast the dark metal of the bars in front of her cell. You can see stitches in various places over her body, and it looks like her skin colour slightly changes in a few areas. The plate in front of her cell reads 1226-Albino
To your right, Cell 4 has a beautiful woman in it, at least, she would look beautiful if it weren't for the large muzzle covering her mouth. Her eyes are glazed over with a milky film that tells of blindness. She has scars lining the length of her body, especially in the area around her vocal chords and ears. She sits with a relaxed posture in the far corner of her cell. Her head tilting with interest at the sounds of people walking through the area. The plate in front of her cell reads Siren #0.0
To your left, Cell 5 holds a very skinny shirtless man, he seems a bit older than the ones in the cells before him, though he's just as lifeless, if not more so. His back faces you, his spine visible through his back, yet the rest if him is nowhere near as skinny, he shivers slightly as you pass by, not even daring to look back as the footsteps he hears near his cell recedes. The cell is surrounded by some type of bulletproof glass.
To your right, in Cell 6 there sits a tall and severely malnourished ginger boy, with a relaxed and almost blank expression. He is shirtless, showing off long and darkened marks tracking over his otherwise pale and freckled skin. His arms and legs are wrapped in tight, leather restraints, in which he absentmindedly tugs at from time to time. His eyes don't leave yours and his cranium cocks to the side the slightest bit, as if he is sizing you up.
To your left, Cell 7 has a short but fairly pretty girl sitting calmly, a long white dress covering her arms and down to her ankles. The dress is taken in the middle, showing a rather thin and malnourished body. Black muffs cover her ears and a blindfold covers her eyes, so she stares straight at the bars.
(Also, I can add more cells if needed, this isn't a limit, I just thought I'd give an idea.)
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-Insert image here (Real photo or semi-realistic to realistic art) This is most likely of before -
[b]Appearance[/b] Brief written description of what you looked like before coming to the lab
[b]Personality[/b] At least 5 sentences
[b]History[/b] At least how they arrived, lets keep it unique and feel free to go a bit wacky
[b]Likes[/b] At least 2
[b]Dislikes[/b] At least 2
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[b]Cell number[/b]
[b]Security level[/b] Low, medium, high, extreme. Max of 2 at extreme, the more powerful your character, the higher the security level, no hiding powers for lower security level
[b]Experimental use[/b] What are they testing you for? Remember this is pre 1900, so it can be things that exist today
[b]Body modifications[/b] What they did to you
[b]Strengths[/b]
[b]Weaknesses[/b]
[b]Introduction[/b] Used for characters section in first post, see that spoiler for examples. Please include what the cell is made of (iron bars, bulletproof/reinforced glass, completely surrounded by metal, only with a small slit to see in)
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[b]Sexuality[/b] Just so you know, this entire segment is completely optional, you don't have to include it, I'm just a romance sucker and want to make the option at least open just in case
[b]Possible romantic interest(s)[/b]
[b]Turn ons[/b]
[b]Turn offs[/b]
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[b]Username[/b]
[b]Nickname(s)[/b]
[b]Tiny blurb about you[/b]
[b]Do you surrender your soul to Bloody forevs?[/b] Super cereal question
The things done to your character have to be at least a bit grotesque, no "they gave neko-chan ears so neko-chan is super cute!" No. These are bad things.
Remember the time frame we're in. No tattoos unless they're horrible infected or done poorly because this is before tattoos were accessible
Just tell me if you won't be around, it's no big deal
Try to avoid super power things. They did not inject your character with a chemical that made them invincible blah blah blah no.
That being said, I'm okay if some people want to have supernatural-esque things happen to them. Did they try to connect a ghost to you? Did you have slight psychic powers that they're torturing you to try to activate? That's alright
Your character cannot act out too much without consequences. These are people that are more than happy to kill you.
Eventually I might be open to creating some permanent scientist characters, so let me know if that's really what you want to do
I'm fine with swearing, but let's just keep it as mild as we can manage
NAME ORGIN & MEANING [Ah-lis-ah] English, meaning "noble"
NICKNAME(S) Ally, Al, Rich Bitch
GENDER Female
- gender identity: Female
- preferred pronouns: She/Her
AGE 18
- birth date: January 5th, 1999
BRIEF WRITTEN DESCRIPTION Alyssa's natural hair is brunette, but her hair is currently dyed to be a solid black. She has ocean blue eyes, and a thin frame. Despite being 5'8", she still enjoys wearing heels. She is considered a 'natural beauty' so she often doesn't wear makeup, unless she's going out to a party. There is evidence of past eating disorders in the fact that she is slightly unnaturally thin, despite how much she eats and drinks.
EYE COLOR blue
SKIN TONE ivory
BODY MODIFICATIONS ears stretched to 0g, 3 tattoos: one that says "party hard" on her left hipbone, one that says "good vibes below her right breast, And drop dead on her left arm, right above this Spoopy drinking tat
FULL PERSONALITY There was a point when Alyssa was the perfect child. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when that changed, but it did. Now she goes out nearly every night to drink. Her family has money, so she doesn't care how much she spends or what rules she breaks. However, below her outer image of being a tough bitch that doesn't take smack from anyone, she's highly insecure, and can often become emotional and sensitive to ridicule when she isn't drunk
LIKES Alcohol-rebelling-art-fast food
DISLIKES Her family-expectations-know it alls
STRENGTHS Strong willed-brave-quick thinker
WEAKNESSES Stubborn-impulsive-emotional
HISTORY Alyssa was on another night of partying and drinking. Her boyfriend offered to drive her home, but decided to take advantage of Alyssa's drunk state, and pulled over next to the Dark Pine forest. Alyssa was just sober enough to realize that her boyfriend was taking advantage of her. She ran away into the forest, and he drove away without her once he saw she wouldn't have sex with him.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual/Bicurious
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single as of 2 minutes before arriving in the forest
LOVE INTEREST(S) Completely open (please love her)
Hi pepls. I am awkward hooman who does not know how to introduce themselves. Hello. I'm not used to the new system because I've been on here for 6 years now.
Well, at least I found the meme master of the thread XD
Ugh, it's so weird to use buttons! I'm used to just doing the difficult way of typing all of the things out and never seeing them until you hit preview like a plebian
Guyyyyyys, I hate to interrupt your wonderful talk about reality television, but can I have a recap on the story so far? Because I keep zoning out while I'm reading it
Alyssa felt her head pounding. She was still trying to grasp exactly what happened just a minute ago. Her asshole of a boyfriend was groping all over her, so she decided to run... er... stumble away, and now she's in a forest filled with fog? Deep down she hoped that this was merely one of those dreams she got after passing out with alcohol poisoning, but somehow, Alyssa doubted it.
As she pushed her black hair behind her ear, Alyssa swore she heard voices up ahead. Happy to have any sort of freedom from this weird nightmare she is caught in, the girl hurried forward. She didn't look up as she ran forward, not exactly in a straight line. She kept going until she felt herself hitting a person. "Hey *hic* bitches. Funny prank you guys pulled on me. The whole pretend rape thing and leaving me? Funny."
Yeah that's fair He doesn't like piercings or smokers and she's both. But also, it's fun to try to force things that really shouldn't work and start out with hate that goes to love!
And most of my characters have slightly gay tendencies but ultimately are straight. Even though I myself am pansexual.
