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Mostly done -- hope the realistic art is adequately realistic.

Alright, my character's form has been completed.

((Tracking. How did you wanna start this thing?))

Hey, I read through your OP, and I think it'd be fun to put together a post apoc world where the world is basically uninhabitable. Would you wanna play that? We could work on the details, obviously.

Whichever you prefer -- if you don't have a preference, let's PM?

All that was visible to Agnes in her mind was a towering metal door. She could barely see her own hands -- the lights of the candles around the door were barely adequate to light it. She felt frozen in place in her nightmare. Her legs won't move, her eyes barely can blink, and her heart would raced if only she could feel it. Compelled by its calls, however, she pushed open the door and forced herself to bathe in the warm darkness behind it...

...from it, she felt like she floated into a new vision. She felt like she was being held or cuddled with. As her actual vision returned, she was held by a faceless woman. The eyeless skull attached to a still-fleshy body cooed quietly as it stroked Agnes's head, as if she was a small child. After realizing exactly what she was seeing, Agnes screamed and fought wildly against it despite the basically-headless woman's obsequious behavior. Amid her wild flailing, the vision ended suddenly. The second thing she saw was a rainy afternoon. The first thing she could see was a group of four other people, most of them dressed in black. It was clear that she was part of the group. The small gathering was mourning -- a decorated, old man talked/sobbed about someone. Agnes couldn't feel anything but disbelief. It didn't even feel like her own disbelief. This solemn dream lasted much longer, until the ceremony ended. "Agnes" was the last still standing near the newly placed gravestone. Unfortunately, it was illegible, but her present self grew detached from what was happening. She looked down at the disassembled rain tent -- the tarp attached to metal stakes, basically. The frustration and disbelief she felt flooded her muscles, causing her to grab one of the metal poles and smash the headstone.

"Agnes!!"

Her eyes shot open.

The scream echoed in her mind. It was an older man's voice, or at least, an adult male with a relatively hoarse voice. She sat up quickly as she panicked wildly. Her wide eyes looked down at herself, then around the room. As she looked around, she cautiously touched her arms and stomach as a means of making sure that this is all real... that mass had mass... that she wasn't paralyzed like she always seemed like she was.

While looking about, she saw two other people. She quietly thanked something that she wasn't completely alone, but she didn't initially say anything. Her eyes studied the two -- seeing the basically-collapsed young man made her wonder if they could even walk. The other girl made her wonder just how many people are here in this... sanctuary? Laboratory?

"What, what?" She parroted back, not really sure what to say.

Agnes watched the others girls arise from their capsules -- she was quietly fascinated by all of this. All these fellow clueless, terrified souls... Agnes felt that it was kind of lovely. She leaned forward out of her capsule towards Bethany. "I probably could stand up. I'm afraid I'll fall, so I'll need a few minutes." She explained quietly. She, as did the others, looked vaguely familiar to Agnes. Agnes rubbed the side of the capsule lightly. "Huh. I appreciate that it's solid. Like, at least the world around me isn't an illusion." She mused aloud. She scratched her arm -- her thin arms matched her thin body, small neck, and skinny legs. She didn't feel hair on her head and neck like Bethany's -- she concluded that it must be significantly shorter?

She blinked. "Welcome home, I guess." She whispered, kinda sing-song-ish. "Whatever this place is, anyway. If there's things like this in here..." She gestures to the pod she is sitting cross-legged in. "Then I think it's only reasonable to assume that we live here now. What do ya say... uh... um..." She stared at the curly-haired girl awkwardly. "You. I don't know your name. Do you know your name? Can you tell me it?" She asked politely.

Agnes was puzzled by the other girl's question. Name. As far as I know, I don't have one. How odd. Wait... Wait...

The girl's face twisted in thought, clearly unsure of how.to answer the question. She, out of habit, tapped herself where pockets would normally be in clothes, but didn't find anything in her long black shorts or hooded sweatshirt.

But, oh! What was that name I heard...? There was something I heard. It was... Uh... Oh, dear. I hope I'm gonna be pronouncing this thing right. She looked at Bethany, though, as if she had an epiphany. "My name's Agnes. I think. Logical conclusion, anyway." She smiled as she mused. "I think it's great to meet you, despite the..." She couldn't think of an adequate word at first, so instead of waving her pointer fingers at the area around them as she spoke, it looked more like she was doing it just because. After a moment, though, the vocabulary she liked slowly came back to her. "Less-than-ideal circumstances."

Agnes listened to the girl speak as she slid out of the capsule. Well, she tried, anyway. What actually happened was she slipped to the ground, landing with a quiet thud. She yelped but quickly covered her mouth, afraid of anyone who could hear her from outside of their little rag-tag group. She looked up at Bethany, still recoiling from the rough landing. "Oh... Just Bethany, eh?" Agnes looked at the ceiling. "Y'know, maybe we ought to try to figure out how to not be stuck to the ground or these things, then walk around a bit. Maybe our situation is only sort of terrible?" She tilted as her head as she spoke quietly. "It seems we're at least awake, which is a good start." She felt and scratched her wrist as she spoke. "And it does all feel real...." She thought aloud. It's all real. I wish it wasn't such a pain to figure out what is and isn't real. I can't believe this is all real -- it's too much like a Paradise... She thought.

Agnes looked up at the newest awoken one -- a guy. He did not seem immediately familiar to her. He looked similarly confused and crippled. "Yeah, suddenly walking has gotten quite challenging." She mused. Her tone of voice sounded as if she wasn't particularly bothered by the idea. "I'm thinking we should all crawl together and try to figure out something. I'm too afraid to think too deeply about this alone, y'know?" She explained further to the boy. She slid over towards the end of her capsule, trying to get eyes on more of her peers.

"Open them? Probably impossible. Silly, even. They open when we awake for a reason... or at least, that appears to be the case." Agnes commented. She held on to the edge of the pod in which she was lay, and started to use it to balance herself as she pushed herself to her feet. Having the extra stability from her hands really helped, but she was still not sure if she could move from leaning against this thing. "And, to be fair, have you really looked around? It's not unreasonable to at least guess that we're on some kind of crazy space device. It's not likely -- such a thing doesn't probably doesn't even exist!" She asserted as if it were fact. She frowned, though. "We just gotta get outta here. Find others, if there even are others. We're just kids after all." 

I would love to play the sorcerer. I'll just need a little while to actually put one together -- studying for my final final today.

Agnes had grown lost in thought, somewhat disinterested in leaving so soon. In her opinion, there had not been ample time for her to think about what was going on. Agnes had something of a slow mental digestion -- not to say she was stupid, but instead to say that she needed to spend a lot of time to consider as many possibilities as she can. It is uncommon for her to settle on something so quickly.

She jumped at the sound of the steam shooting out. She gasped, too. "Is everything alright, guys?" She asked with worry from afar. She let go of her pod and very slowly followed Bethany, slow out of imbalance and not caution. Did he figure out how to open the door? Is there even a door? Watching the curly-haired girl, I think it's only reasonable to believe that there is indeed a door.

As she moved, she felt watched. An idea was tugged at her. "Wait! What about safe passage for any others?!" She called as Ren departed. I worry too much about others... I need to wait for them to respect me, too.

Oh, dear, I forgot to track this. I've been sleeping so much since I finished my finals, but I'm excited that stuffs happening!

My character is Agnes DeChant. She controls life -- basically she can heal people, but she must "drain life" from something else. It's kinda like applying the first law of thermodynamics to life.

Agnes didn't say much of anything for awhile. Her senses were effectively overloaded by all of this. She hates when things go so fast! She stared out into bare landscape in awe of its beauty (even if the others would disagree).

But even then, after brief analysis, she was most on board with Bethany's plan. Splitting up was a scary premise at this time because Agnes realized that they don't know what else is around them. They're all just older kids after all, and they're on this... beautiful... desolate... breathtaking... lifeless rock. Her mind raced briefly with all the possibilities of creatures that could possibly be here.

After listening to the conversation unfold (for the most part) despite the fact that it looked like she was hypnotized by the realm beyond this hall, her gaze snapped back to the group. "I agree with her. We should split when it is needed. It is reasonable to assume that more people means more strength." She explained. She looked at Bethany briefly, but then back to Ren. He seemed like a leader de facto to her. "You. What do you think?"

Ahh, good. Things are looking a bit hectic around here

Agnes silently obliged the wishes of the group -- move left. To her, the choice of a path was arbitrary. They both were halls to somewhere, which is better than standing around. She observed her surroundings quietly. The conversations between them fading into background noise as she studied the strange new world around them. While her friends weren't so into all of this, Agnes was fascinated. She was perfectly fine about this place being bigger than it oughta be. She wanted to know more about this planet, this facility... Human beings were not meant to be doing this sort of stuff, and Agnes loved it.

"I don't think it's strictly a bad thing..." Agnes spoke up quietly. "Plus, how would you know such ornate objects aren't meant to be just... ornate? I have this gut feeling that's the opposite; wouldn't something meant to hold something up be more uninteresting to look at?" She wondered. She prayed that she didn't attract negative attention for disagreeing aloud.

Tracking

I will be around quite a lot for the next week -- I just finished finals, and I got til like Tuesday or Wednesday before I start my new job.