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  • THE TEST-TUBE CHILDREN + signups

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    NUMBER IDENITY: #1207
    NICKNAME: Storm
    AGE: seventeen
    GENDER: cisgender female


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    MUTANT POWER: electrokinesis
    PERSONALITY: Storm is extremely stubborn to what the captors tell her to do, but she only feels this on the inside. She strives to break out of this prison, but she's also afraid of death at the same time. She is very competitive, although she never gets to show it. She also is very sly, so even though she has a loud, brash mouth, she can be very quiet and smart, and she uses this to tune in to others' conversations. She also uses this to not make a wrong move and get herself killed.
    APPEARANCE: Storm was the nickname given to her because of her eyes (and her electric abilities, of course). Her eyes are a dark blue with little flecks of grey here and there. Her hair is long and dirty blonde, falling into straight locks. She has a slim figure, but she only stands at about five foot four. She does possess some muscle in her arms and legs, though.


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    SOMETHING THAT MAKES THEM HAPPY: fresh, open air and lots of space.
    SOMETHING THAT MAKES THEM ANGRY: how the captors treat her and others in the lab.
    SOMETHING THAT MAKES THEM NERVOUS: making a wrong move and getting killed by her captors.
    HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: to possibly escape the superslave business for life.


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    OTHER: n/a

  • THE TEST-TUBE CHILDREN + roleplay

    Storm whipped her head up, mouth open. She was sitting against a wall, head buried in her knees that were brought up against her chest. She flexed her arms and rolled her neck. Not this again.
    She shifted her body against the floor and crossed her legs, folded her arms, and leaned her head back against the cold wall. She could hear the C.R.A.N.E. employees slamming into cells along with the cries of the other mutants, gradually getting closer and closer to her cramped room. Her heart beat faster and faster and her hands clenched into sweaty fists, until a man's figure passed by the bars of the cell.
    "Hello, 1207," the figure growled, opening the creaky door. "If you cooperate, which you usually do, I won't use this." He held up the taser. Storm sighed and got up, allowing the employee to cuff her hands and walk her out into line.

  • THE DEMIGOD RESURRECTION (ROLEPLAY THREAD)


    Cadence Lacey Satinwood


    [size=8]Cadence sat criss-crossed on her chair in front of her vanity, her hand grasping a hairbrush. As she was brushing her hair, the world rumbled above like an earthquake. She sighed and rolled her eyes, setting the brush down and sliding off her chair. She really hated staying in an underground bunker, but at least it was modernized and not some stinky cellar.
    "Sweetie, are you okay in there?" she heard her father, Mr. Satinwood, call from the other room.
    "Yeah," Cadence replied, walking out of her temporary room. She heard quick footsteps grow quicker and quicker to her location until she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She quickly stiffened out of surprise, but gradually relaxed into her father's welcoming arms.
    "We're gonna be okay," he murmured into his daughter's hair, tightening his hug.
    Cadence smiled. "I just want this war to be over, ASAP."
    Mr. Satinwood pulled away and looked into his daughter's silvery eyes. "We'll be safe down here. I swear we have the safest shelter around, a hundred meters below the surface." He patted Cadence's arms. "Now how about a virgin strawberry daiquiri?"
    Cadence scrunched up her nose in excitement. "I can't wait."

  • THE TEST-TUBE CHILDREN + roleplay

    Storm chuckled as she walked towards the line of mutants, which was slowly growing. "You know that taser won't hurt me, right?" It was better to tell him now than for him to find out later.
    The guard suddenly tightened his grip on her arm. "I have it amplified all the way. Even one zap to a human would kill them in a matter of seconds," he whispered into her ear. "Try me."
    Storm fell quiet as she stepped into line. She could absorb a regular taser's electricity at the normal level, yes, but if it was amplified to the highest level, it could surely hurt her more than necessary. She couldn't absorb that much electricity in one sitting yet.
    Holding her head up high, she scanned left, then right, meeting a couple of mutant's eyes with a bold attitude. She didn't want to get killed by messing up in any way, but she definitely didn't want to stand around looking weak and helpless, so she settled for creating a stubborn, daring air around her.

  • THE DEMIGOD RESURRECTION (ROLEPLAY THREAD)


    Cadence Lacey Satinwood


    Cadence was now sitting in one of the comfortable seats in their mini living room, sipping a virgin strawberry daiquiri made by their butler, who was also staying with them underground. Her seat creaked as it hasn't been sat in in years.
    Cadence sighed as the world rumbled above again, wondering when it would be safe to leave and switch back to reality. Would they stay down here, a hundred meters under the surface...forever? She shuddered at that, closing her eyes. She wouldn't get to meet her soulmate, she wouldn't see her friends again, she could never go shopping since everything was destroyed. She guessed their extravagant home was demolished, too, along with all of her fancy clothes and makeup and jewelry and...
    By this point, her tears were hot and building up. She clutched her glass cup tightly, so tightly her hand was shaking. She put her head in her other hand, her breath shuddery.