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    OOC: Restarting with a new account, also restarting some old rps. Just throw in your character's reference and once that's done I'll post first to get the story going and you can join in, let me know if you have any questions


    IC:

    Hot. It was all Rayk could think as he pushed his way through the forest. His gait was inconsistent; carrying a limp due to injury most likely from the harsh collision of his fall. He held a hand firmly against his shoulder. Warm blood seeped through his fingers where a bullet had gone straight through. His breath came in short, jagged gasps as he continued to put distance between him and the hell he had only just managed to escape.



    His legs began to quiver with each step, losing their strength as time passed. Finally, his knees sank into the cool, dank soil. How long had he been walking?



    His green gaze scanned the area and it seemed he had stumbled to the forest's end. Before him the trees parted to expose a field. He pulled himself back up to his feet and walked the remaining space between him and what could potentially be his freedom.



    He was greeted by the night sky. There was no telling how long it had been since he last gazed up at the stars, however his attention was focused on light brighter than any star radiating in the distance along the horizon. Home.






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    Plot: With time comes change. The modern world is quickly evolving to something more. Technology has become the base of humanity's towering advancements, thanks to the many countless hours spent doing research by the few of the most genius minds out there. Most of these achievements have been made for the greater good. Others stretch the ethical boundaries of humanity.



    In the past few decades, the desire to enhance the human mind/body and its capabilities had been the new rage in laboratories across the nation. Progress was slow, as the age of human experimentation was still new. In fact, many did not approve of people being subjected to such risky procedures and riots sparked across the nation. Eventually the idea was abandoned, and human experimentation became banned. Studies quickly turned back to providing the earth with clean, infinite energy and everyone cast a blind eye to the whole ordeal.



    However, one organization, The HMO (Human Modification Organization) remained. They continued the forbidden research through disguised institutions across the nation. The people who remained subject to these experiments (given up willingly by their families when human experimentation was encouraged to "better the Nation") within the corporations were declared Deceased by the government- forgotten by the rest of the world as they lived day by day as experiments.



    With no name, no history, and no idea as to when the pain would end, this is where your story begins.



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    So in the intro, Rayk, my character, has just escaped one of the remaining HMO's (Otherwise referred as The Institution). And amid his escape he stumbles upon a city (New York). There he seeks refuge and hides from the HMO's. Then, say a year or two later, I'll jump back into the story with Rayk living about the city- and I'll go into more detail about his history and what the HMO does, etc, and soon enough either he'll run into trouble and your character can intervene or vice versa, your character faces a run in with the HMO's recruits and my character comes to try and help or something- and the story goes on from there.

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    About My Character(s):


    Name: Rayk

    ID Tag: 0006; First Gen. (these are there Identification numbers used during their time in the Institution. ID's starting with '000's are first generation experiments, '00##' Second Generation,' 0###' Third Generations are the most current models of the Institution's studies.)

    Age: 20

    Appearance: With having spent most if his life behind bars, Rayk, like many other First Gen. experiments, is pretty slim- though compared to a normal human, he would be considered average. His skin is naturally pale, though it is paler than most due to lack of exposure to sunlight. These qualities really stand out against his ebony head of hair that is just long enough to fall partially over his brow, exposing his luminescent green eyes. Despite his slim frame, he stands at about 6'4" and has about three times as much strength than anyone made up of pure human DNA.

    He also has a set of pure black wings, scaling around 18 ft total, that he can conjure forth at anytime- an ability of his genetic make-up, like thefew others with similar DNA who can do the same.

    Scars/markings: The only scar worth mentioning is one that stretches from the top of his right shoulder, down his back to the lower left portion of his waist.

    Species: Hybrid (as were most First Generation Experiments)

    DNA: 90% Human; 3% Avian, 7% Unknown (This stands for the % of lab DNA the scientists themselves created, instead of fusing DNA from another species)

    Personality: When it comes to Rayk, he isn't the most welcoming when it comes to outsiders. In fact, most steer clear of his path due to his eerily quiet, and intimidating aura. Though most of his odd, anit-social behavior stems from his time spent in The Institution- and his hatred for its founders. Once he warms up to you he is probably the most loyal and dedicated person you've ever met.

    Abilities (1-4):

    -Telepathy; ability to communicate through the mind with others- Origination- Unknown

    -Shadow Manipulation: Ability to create or manipulate darkness, often by mentally accessing a dimension of dark energy

    -Unknown- (Undiscovered ability)

    -Flight- Though this isn't a mental-based "power" his physical enhancements born by his creators granted him with wings and lungs for flight. During the First Generation's upbringing, the idea of human flight had been a fantasy for decades; now it was brought to life. All First Generation experiments were fused with some form of avianDNA to achieve this dream. Many were trial and error, and only few experiments acquired this ability successfully.)

    Family Status: Unknown

    Other:

    The city was quiet, the only thing to be heard was the occasional passing of a train. The dark of night slowly crept across the sky, swallowing the last signs of daylight and taking with it the hustle and bustle of the city life. Once twilight came the city's night life began to awaken. People coming home from work would find their own ways to lose track of the hours at local bistros and pubs scattered about until they had to return to their homes before the morning hours arrived. This was the way of life here, for most anyway.

    However, on this particular night, all was still. Rayk took notice of this as he walked through the back alleys that made up the veins of New York. Not many dared to venture here, but he found comfort in the seclusion despite the dangers that may lurk about. What was dangerous for humans wasn't nearly so threatening for him.

    He continued to make his way through the city with no certain destination in mind. He often found himself restless; sleep didn't come easy with him knowing that an institution sat not but 70 miles north of here. That was real danger.


    Thankfully he had managed to blend in fairly quickly, mimicking those around him in order to lay low. It seemed as though no one else was aware of the human experimentation still going on. It was as though the rest of the world had turned a blind eye to them. This only deepened his concern over the Institution's motives. Though, for the past year since his escape he hadn't seen another experiment, which seemed both good and bad.

    The corner of Rayk's lip curled downward at the thought of others like himself being held against their will. He caught himself mid thought and shook his head, they weren't his responsibility...

    Rayk continued through the night, lost in thought. It was a strange night indeed. He couldn't figure out why but he felt a certain change brewing in the air and that it was coming quicker than he or anyone else was prepared for.

    (Sorry but until I get a new laptop, I'll be writing on my phone and I can't edit anything from it with this website's new lay out for some reason. I tried haha)

    ((It's fine, I work evening shifts during the week anyway so I can't reply until I'm off, which won't be for another half hour but I'm free the rest of the night. Anyway don't worry if it takes a bit to reply is all I'm saying. :) I'll post when I get home ))

    A pebble tripped down the pavement with each kick of Rayk’s boot. Something stirred in the distance. He stopped.

    He focused his senses, tracking down the source of the disturbance as best as he could. Sure, he was enhanced but he wasn’t exactly superhuman. There had been footsteps, definitely more than two pairs of them, and a lot of scuffling about. It could have been a number of things, but to Rayk, something told him it was something to be investigated. After a few moments he swiveled around on a foot, pinpointing the general direction he needed to go.

    The shadows around him began to stir at his feet, following him as he picked up speed, eventually engulfing him in a darkness that made him nearly invisible in the night.

     

    As he neared, he understood the exact situation he might be getting himself into. Rayk slowed, slinking slowly against the wall of the neighboring building. He leaned in and peered around the corner to evaluate. His green gaze came to a stop on four figures basked in moonlight just feet away from where he stood. For a moment Rayk dropped his guard thinking he had just tracked down a drunken brawl; until he noticed the girl. Upon further examination, he came to the conclusion that he had run right to the people he had spent the last year trying to avoid. So he had been right…

    There wasn’t much time then. If these men were here, that would mean the Tracers wouldn’t be far behind. Rayk rocked back onto his heels in thought. These men were definitely human, they would be possible to take down… But undetected? He grimaced. Was he really about to try and rescue someone and let all of the work he put into staying low all of this time go to waste?

    A sigh escaped his lips and he took one step back. “Damn.” He thought to himself in defeat as he started forward, closing the distance between him and the small phalanx of men before him. Who the girl was and what they wanted to do with her didn’t concern him quite yet, he would figure that out after he got them out alive.

    When he got in range, Rayk let the shadows draped around his body fall off like tapestry, revealing himself in the flesh as he stepped into the open. “I think you’ve done enough.” He began. His words were tinged with malice, though remained steady as he made his approach. He advanced lightly, his green gaze cutting like daggers through the crisp night air.

     

    (Thanks I did! I’m not sure if you wanted to rp as the men or not so I’ll stop there, and also I didn't get a chance to say it before but your writing is lovely)

    ((You're welcome!))


    Rayk sneered at the remark. They didn't even seem to recognize him. It didn't really surprise him, they were merely lackeys of The Institution. He watched as they cackled, his eyes trailing over to the girl held firmly in the grasp of one of the men. She was struggling to get free. Her size compared to the rest of her attackers made it futile, that much was obvious but she didn't seem as though she was about to give up. Their eyes had met for a moment but Rayk didn't reach out to her, not yet.

    Instead he turned his attention to the man before him, giving him a long stare. "You sure do a lot of talking." He retorted darkly, though Rayk appeared to be rather lax despite the threat.

    "If anyone has any business with The Institution it's me and it looks to me as though you're meddling with an innocent girl's life." He kept his gaze locked with his target as he spoke. He needed to pick up the pace. These men were putting up a front to give the Tracers time to catch up. If that happened, Rayk wouldn't be able to stop them. The Tracers were products of The HMO like Rayk, only stronger and skilled in combat. They lived their lives training to keep the other experiments under control... No, he couldn't let that happen.

    Without another moment of hesitation, Rayk lunged. He moved lithely across the pavement, and in the blink of an eye he lashed out with a fist, aiming for the man's arm wielding the weapon hoping to disarm him.

    Rayk retracted after he landed the blow, his eyes catching the spark of the muzzle of the second handgun as it went off. He tried his best to maneuver himself towards the gunfire, feeling one of the bullets graze his right arm. He was hoping to reach them before they could gather their bearings and land a direct hit but his steps faltered as the man pulled the gun to the girl's head.

    Rayk knew they wouldn't kill her, they needed her for something and he assumed if they'd wanted her dead they would have done the deed before he even had the chance to track them down. He glanced to the girl, reaching out to her now with his mind, hoping his message would get through her whirling thoughts, "Trust me when I do this."

    Rayk went at them again. This time, the shadows around him rose into the air like a cloud of black fog. In one fluid movement Rayk was in front of the man with the handgun, only now Rayk had equipped a dagger he had retrieved from its sheathe on his boot. With the momentum of his attack he aimed to plunge its blade into the man's chest.

    By this point the shadows had whisked over to the other two Men holding the girl. They engulfed the men and began to leak into every exposed orifice, an attack that would deprive them of their bodily functions and knock them unconscious if successful.

    Rayk brought himself into an upright position, letting the shadows melt back into their environment. A few beads of sweat had formed above his brow from his efforts. He didn't use that dark energy much but when he did it took its toll on his endurance. He turned towards the other men to make sure they had fallen and was pleased to see them on the ground. His green gaze then scaled upwards to meet the girl's. To his surprise she seemed okay- as okay as someone could be considering everything that just happened. "Hm," He glanced to his arm at her statement. It had been grazed but it wasn't anything he hadn't experienced before. They did need to leave however, "I'll accept your offer. Are you alright?" He asked bluntly and to the point, his eyes scanning her over as he spoke. Rayk hadn't really spoken much to anyone since his escape, and growing up as a lab rat didn't help with his social skills either.

    As he awaited an answer, he knelt over to the deceased man's corpse and proceeded to withdraw the dagger from his chest. With the flick of his wrist he rid the weapon of the excess blood as he made his way over to the other unconscious men's bodies. He glanced to her over his shoulder, "It's for our best interest that I end their lives here." He explained as he took the dagger and left a gash on each of their necks. He had made an incision to the jugular; a quick and painless death in their sleep which was far more than they deserved.

    He took a step back from the bodies, examining his work to be sure it had done the job. The pools of blood spread across the ground before his feet. Rayk then turned. He observed her closely, nodding as she spoke. He hadn't really had much interaction with anyone like this since... Ever. When he went out in public it was only ever for necessity and any contact he made with others was usually kept short and concise.

    He followed behind the girl as she began walking, keeping a few feet between them. Rayk was relieved they had gotten away just about unscathed. It went better than he expected... But still, he wouldn't let his guard down, not yet. He still didn't know what this girl was, or why the Institution had its eyes on her. And he was sure she had plenty of questions for him.

    That could wait until they reached their destination.


    When they reached their destination, Rayk scanned the perimeter. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe they were safe then. His eyes caught notice of her apparent hesitation as she lead him up to her apartment door. He didn't really know what he was still doing here. It would probably be safer for both of them if he just left the girl... But still, Rayk couldn't let himself walk away.

    As she opened the door he noticed the creature on the ground, watching it weave through her legs. A flicker of curiosity flitted across his face at the sight of the cat, but it dissipated as quickly as it had come and he followed her into the apartment.

    Rayk tried the door handle, testing its strength... Just in case.

    It wasn't hefty but he supposed it was better than nothing. He turned back around to see the girl petting the animal, which seemed to be enjoying itself. He hadn't ever seen one in person, but heard that people kept animals in their homes to keep them company. Rayk didn't like the idea of keeping anything confined for its life's entirety, but as he looked at the orange creature he might have second thoughts.

    His eyes then trailed to observe the living space, though he stayed where he was by the door as he did so, "Its... quiet." He examined aloud, glancing back to her. He couldn't tell that anyone else lived here.

    Rayk watched as the cat sat at his feet for a moment before padding off. His eyes followed her as she walked into the bathroom and called him over.

    He stepped across the floor, his footsteps all but inaudible as he made his way over. Rayk came to a stop before her, realizing just how small she was. He hadn't really noticed before; her personality seemed to make up for what she lacked in size. He sat himself down on the couch, eyeing the kit she held. "You don't have to." Rayk spoke, eyes flicking up to look at her face. She was certainly different. She did lead him, a complete stranger, into her apartment. Even after he so willingly killed those three men- not that they didn't have that coming for them already.

    He wondered if she found him threatening. And then he realized he didn't have a reason to care what she thought of him. "You must have questions for me." Rayk pointed out as he took off his jacket, leaving him in his short sleeved grey t-shirt.

    Rayk shrugged when she insisted, figuring he would allow her to do as she pleased. He didn't know if he had truly saved her life. If the institution had any sort of need for her she was as good as gone. He was hoping they may have just thought they found an opportunity to snag some helpless girl to take back with them. If that were the case and they hadn't been ordered to retrieve her she might have a chance. He decided to keep that to himself for now though.

    Rayk flinched slightly when she reached for his arm. He had gotten lost in thought and the contact caused him to tense, though he quickly settled, "Sorry," he murmured. The alcohol stung as it reached the exposed flesh but it wasn't anything close to unbearable. Rayk listened to her questions as they came, "I am Rayk. Just Rayk." He began, "Though I was originally known as experiment 0006." He continued in an even tone, giving away no certain trace of his emotion. His eyes hadn't faltered as they continued to rest on the girl's— Kay's face.

    She asked if he was ready and he looked to the needle in her hand, nodding. He could have done it himself if need be but for some reason a part of him was curious to see her handiwork. He awaited her reaction.

    Rayk read the confusion as it played across the features of her face at his answer. He watched the way her fingers worked cautiously but sure as they stitched up the gash. For some reason his curiosity in this girl kept growing. She wasn't like other people— or the few people he had associated with through his lifetime at least.

    He had expected her question, "Yes, an experiment of The HMO, otherwise known as The Institution to those of us that were held within." He explained slowly. It was strange to let the name slip so carelessly over his tongue; the name of the one place that condemned hundreds to live in cages like lab rats. A dangerous place. One that rightfully should have been forgotten had it not still contained those many lives.

    Rayk paused, wondering if he should go on further until he realized she had already bandaged the wound and was sitting cross legged before him, staring at him intently. He averted his emerald gaze at that realization and instead examined the bandage on his arm. "Thank you, that's nice work." He said appreciatively, the corner of his lip lifting up ever so slightly into what might be considered a lousy attempt of a smile.

    Rayk nodded at her words, of course she wouldn't know... "So we had been forgotten," He thought to himself. Which also meant that no one was even aware of The Institution's existence. That thought worried him most. There's no telling what they could do if no one was around to stop them.

    Rayk looked to Kay as she stroked the cat in her lap. "The Institution, or the HMO, the Human Modification Organization, is exactly that— an organization dedicated to the genetic modification of our species." He began, "In the beginning, they took approximately one hundred or so children at random. All had been surrendered to foster care or abandoned for a variety of reasons-and they began the age of human experimentation."

    "Those children became their experiments, living their lives with no name, no family, while being subjected to multitudes of tests when they weren't sitting away in their confinements. These children were eventually known as the first Generations. I was the sixth out of the eleven successful experiments of the one hundred, hence my name 0006," Rayk turned his torso to expose his backside towards her, leaning his head down to expose the four numbers '0006' printed on the back of his neck just below his hairline.

    He continued to speak, wanting to get it all out in one go,

    "The HMO's goal was to enhance our evolutionary development. To better our abilities in order for us to thrive. At first to the outside world it all sounded great. I guess after a while the research got more ambitious and the world began to realize that human experimentation wasn't as glamorous as they originally thought." Rayk paused for another moment before going on, "And to put it simply, the hype eventually faded and to hide the mess they made, the HMO was reportedly shut down as far as the public's knowledge was concerned. So from there they continued their research in secret, starting with the next generation of experimentation." Rayk stopped there. It was the most he'd ever spoken to anyone in his life, but he couldn't help himself once he'd started. It was like he had finally dropped the weight that had been sitting on his shoulder for the past 403 days since his escape. He sat in silence, his green, analytical eyes glinting as he cocked his head slightly to the right while awaiting her response.

    Rayk nodded, "No I'm not, and as far as I know, I'm the only one who has managed to escape. That was a little over a year ago. I was hoping they would eventually back off but it doesn't seem as though that's the case." He thought aloud. Within the year he had spent many days thinking of ways to storm the place and get his revenge, free the other victims... And his friends he had left behind, if he could call them that. Experiments weren't allowed contact but their confinements- practically cages- were close enough for quiet chatter when the Analysts weren't in the room to pick and choose who went for tests that day. He had eventually been locked away in solitary when they learned of his telepathic ability however.

    Rayk looked down at the cat just as it placed itself in his lap. He slowly reached out a hand and stroked down its back, feeling the heat from its little body on his legs.

    He looked back to Kay, a trace of concern reflecting within his eyes, " I can't imagine what they'd want with you though."

    "I mean, I'm sure I could think up some scenarios, but why did they choose you?" He added as he continued to look at her, his lips pulled into a slight grimace. "It just doesn't make sense."


    ((Sorry that was short, I'm pretty tired tonight but I'll get things moving tomorrow :) ))

    Wow, Awesome! If you want I can make the thread tomorrow and we can start from there :)

    If you all want to RP together that is, if not just pm me and we can have our own thread if you prefer one- on-one, I don't mind either way.

    ((So sorry about the wait, had a crazy day at work. But I'm off for two days now so I have more time to write whenever.))


    Rayk nodded his head at her explanation, "Perhaps," he murmured, continuing to run his fingers down the soft fur of the cat's back thoughtfully.

    His green orbs locked on her face, his voice low and solemn, "You need to come with me. This place is no longer safe for you." Rayk hadn't had any intentions of taking Kay with him when he had killed her abductors, but now it seemed evident that The Institution had something greater up its sleeve. Had they really gotten so bold as to snatch unsuspecting citizens from the streets?


    There was no other way, until he knew what was going on she wouldn't be safe until they got answers. "They will notice something is wrong when three of their people have yet to return by dawn. When that happens, I have no doubt they'll come here first." He added, running a hand through his ebony hair. There was a chance they might come looking for him rather than Kay, but again, he couldn't just assume they'd lose interest in her. After all, she had seen the men in uniform and lived. There was no way they'd let her live freely, or at all, whether she was an asset to them or not.

    He took the cat in his arms and stood, placing it gingerly on the couch, "You should start packing."

    This seems interesting, I might give it a go, but only if you're fine with the fact that I can only reply during the evening/night hours as I work until then. 12-8 pm is my usual shift and 1-9 pm is my current shift for the christmas holiday. I do reply each night at least.

    Sorry everyone, I've had some internet issues the past week and had to wait for someone to come fix our wiring. Guess that's what I get for having Comcast haha, but I'll get the link to the RP up tonight.