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    {That's alright ^.~
    Lol, once you start writing though the word swill just flow to your finger tips.
    You never know until you try.


    Anyways, if you're sure you don't want to try then we can do something else.


    By the way none of my posts will probably ever be as long as the first one. The starter is always the longest to set the scene and stuff.
    I encourage you to try with just a paragraph or so.
    The rest of my replies will be around the same :P


    BUT. If you're positive you can't we can do something else :)

    Display name;; » M i n a «
    Activity level;;I just joined but I’d say a 7/10 :3


    Character's name;; Larkglow
    Character's age;;14 moons
    Character's gender;;She-cat


    Appearance;; Larkglow is a she-cat slightly above average in terms of looks. She’s pretty enough but definitely not some she-cat that every tom would go after. She has short, silky fur that glistens the color of the night. She’d be completely black if not for a stripe of white that runs down her right flank/underbelly as well as the two thin but clear white lines that trace underneath her eyes and trail downwards towards her jawline like a thin river of tears. She is fairly small and leathe for a cat her age. Larkglow is petite and slender above all else. She has dainty, long whiskers that make her appear mournful nearly all the time. Her eyes are a brilliant golden/yellow that reflect the very rays of the sun.


    Personality;; Her appearance betrays her actual personality. Her facial markings and whiskers make her appear femininely distraught while she’s actually extremely helpful, cheerful, and full of laughs. She lives to cheer others up and make your day just that much better with her enthusiasm and optimism. She can’t stand sitting still for a moment and is constantly a little bundle of energy. Larkglow is much like a kit with her overabundance of joy at all times. She can be tiring but also the best thing to ever pop up if you’re having a dreary day. She’s extremely loyal and can be serious if it’s needed. Will die for her clan any day. She has a tendency to be careless and reckless in her silly actions.
    Likes;; Laughter. Happiness. Family. Kits. Sun. Fresh kill. Running. Hunting. Her clan. Practically everything.
    Dislikes;; Disloyalty. Traitors. Gossip. Fighting- whether it be verbal or physical. Blood spilled. Cats that waste and are disrespectful.
    Fears;; Death. Drowning. Blood- she blanches at the sight of the mere color.
    Strengths;; Hunting. She’s faster than she is strong. Much more nimble and quick than she looks.


    Family;; None.
    Mate;; None at the time. Looking! :3
    Crush;; Open :-[
    Kits;; None at the moment.


    The bodies lie in orderly rows, one after another, each a perfect, lifeless statue. With hands folded over their chests, legs laid out flat and thin hospital gowns shielding little of their pale skin, they look nothing less than beautiful corpses. A man walks down the aisle, wearing a clean white lab coat and exactly two perfectly straight pens in his pocket on the right hand side of his chest. He bends over slightly, squinting to make out the words on a hovering holographic screen besides on body. “Organs coming along nicely…skin now fully developed…” He murmurs under his breath, scribbling something onto a clipboard he holds. A slow beep attracts his attention. His face is surprised and puzzled but he makes his way towards the sound on the far side of the room.


    Beep………beep…….beep…...beep…..beep….beep…beep...beep-beep-beep-beep-BEEP. At first the sound occurs slowly but the sound steadily increases in volume and repetition. It becomes a blaring alarm that makes the man pale when he finally reaches the screen that emits the sound. The heart rate on the screen bounces wildly and ever so slightly the body besides it groans. The man rushes out of the clean, dimly lit steel room. He shuts the pressurized door hurriedly and leaves the facility without a second thought, his face flushed a pale white.


    A little girl, sitting in an office, hears the thud of the door being slammed and curiously looks up from her toys. She glances around, not spotting her father anywhere. With a frown she gets up, wondering where the noise could’ve come from. Her small hand lingers at the doorknob hesitantly. She’s not supposed to go out- daddy said so just hours ago. She presses her lips together, frightened at how suddenly alone she feels. “Daddy?” She calls, as if he could hear her in the small little office she’s in. She musters her courage and opens the door, shivering at the freezing burst of air that buffets her face. Legs trembling she steps out, seeing nothing but an empty corridor. “Daddy?” She squeaks tottering down the large hall, her arms clutching about half a dozen different dolls and toys. Silence greets her. She turns a few corners, seeing nothing but walls until she finally comes across a pair of large doors. It’s marked with words she can’t read yet. Gingerly the child pushes, straining against the heavy metal of the door. It’s usually locked but today, in his hurry, the scientist has forgotten to shut it down properly.


    The door slams backwards and the girl is presented with a gruesome image. A siren rings in the room, bouncing off the metal walls with its loud, deafening wail. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP As the heart rate rockets, the beeps struggle to keep up. Hundreds of bodies are lined up as far back as the eye can see, each one pale and rather lifeless- all but one. The first one, in the first row twitches, just a little motion of her fingers. The girl, scared at first is frozen but soon finds herself drawn to this creature. “Daddy helps sick people.” She recalls, wondering if all these people are sick. She’s sympathetic when the body lets out a low groan and worries. “He’s hurt. I’ll help.” The child murmurs under her breath, wandering closer to the body. She stands beside it, studying the body with wide eyes. It does nothing until suddenly its own eyes flare open, making the girl scream and jump backwards. It’s fingers shoot out, clutching the child by her tiny wrist. The girl screams, bursting into automatic tears, she yanks herself away and flees. In the room she’d just left the beeping begins to increase in number as every body awakens.


    “Daaadddyyyy!” She wails running as fast as her little legs will take her back into the office. She makes it there, panting for breath and shaking all over. Slamming the door shut behind her she locks it as fast as she can. She cries, the only thing she really knows how to do, and buries her head in her hands. The only thing that shocks her out of her misery is the sudden pounding from the office’s window. The window faces the hallway outside and gives her a good view of the same body that had been lying in the cold metal room. It’s eyes are wide, red rimmed and filled with nothing. It bangs uncoordinatedly on the window, rattling the whole office with surprisingly strength. She shrieks, and jumps onto the table. With shaking hands she punches numbers into her father’s office phone. It rings, rings, rings, rings, until finally a voice speaks over the phone. “Dad?” She hears her brothers voice. “No, no, no. Daddy’s…gone. It’s Charlie. There’s a monster at daddy’s work. I’m scared, so scared. Help me.” She blurts into the phone, eyes focused on the monster, now accompanied by others, pounding away at the door.


    Speaking of the door- it’s suddenly ripped straight off its hinges by the first Fortiss who roars some incoherent gibberish at her. She scurries back in fear then begins sputtering nonsense in to the phone. “It’s here. Came into t-t-the office! Help!” She screams as it makes a flying jump for her. She drops the phone then scuttles underneath the table, cowering under it as tears stream down her face. It knocks the table over and sends it hurtling into a wall. The Fortiss looms over her, eyes crazed, before from the side another of the Fortiss- this one a girl- shoves him out of the way. She looks similar enough to the hundreds of other Fortisses with her perfectly symmetrical, pretty face, hospital gown, and apparently Hulk-like strength. The only thing different about her is her eyes. They aren’t wild, crazy, and mad. In fact they sparkle with intelligence. “Trust me.” She says in a soft voice, extending a hand towards the child. Frightened the girl reaches forwards. The Fortiss cradles her in one arm, using the other to knock out another Fortiss that roars at her. She runs past them at a startling speed, shielding the child with both arms, ducking her head. She slams past the wall of Fortisses that block her way, ramming her way through with her shoulders. “Safety.” The Fortiss wonders under her breath, looking around frantically. “Out.” The child responds, pointing at the doors to the outside world. The Fortiss is unsure, she’s never been “out” yet. She’s not ready. However, she glances at the life that she holds in her arms and the monstrous cousins of hers that are racing towards her. “Out.” She agrees running out into the world. It’s empty and dark, with not a being nor other building in site. She heads for the empty road and takes off running down it, barefoot and with a small, crying girl in her hands.


    Suddenly, a flash of car headlights blind her. “_______!” Charlie shouts, pointing at the car that her brother drives. The Fortiss is confused and hesitant, not even sure yet what a car is. “Safe.” The child informs her. Worriedly, the Fortiss walks around the car towards the passenger side, her muscles coiled up and face tense. “Maybe.” She replies, content with the one worded replies of the girl.


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    My Blob of an Explanation


    So. The story is sort of unplanned for the most part. All I’ve got is that Charlie and your character {a guy- prob. teenager/young adult. Whatever you prefer :3} are siblings. Their father is some sort of scientist guy involved in this experiment to biologically create a super species of human; stronger, faster, and considerably smarter than the average human. Their parents are divorced and at the moment Charlie {Charlotte- the little girl :3} is staying with her father while her brother {Name needed :3 } is with their mother. Their father is a supreme workaholic- so much so that he brings his kid to such a dangerous environment, works hours over time, and then promptly forgets about her at the end of the day. Do not blame me for this dumb reason. My brain died ;n; Something went wrong in his experiment- he was only up to the stage of developing the actual bodies themselves- and it caused the bodies to awaken. The new sub-species of humans shall be called um “Homo Fortissimum” which translated in Latin means “Strongest Human” The slang-ish name for them shall be “Fortiss” Um. The romance part…well there was a smaller-scale experiment with Fortiss before this one. A single Fortiss was developed with operating motor functions as well as an intelligent brain. She was a huge success, so from this their father concluded that the experiment was bound to work again. However the problem with creating these Fortisses is that they had to be created from existing DNA. The Fortiss itself would inherit most of the looks from the DNA as well as a majority of it’s personality. Each Fortiss was engineered to have the ideal facial structure- ex; a perfectly symmetrical face, accompanied by a model’s cheekbones, evenly proportioned lips, ect- and an extremely sturdy skeleton. The complications from the second batch were probably due to the fact that each Fortiss was created with the DNA of fallen soldiers. So they’re angry and violent. Whoop. The original, successful Fortiss was kept in the lab and was still being trained. She’ll be his love interest in time.


    Again- I want this to be a romance as well as a sci-fy action thingy so your character will be male and a homo sapien in every aspect. Sorry if this wasn't clear before. ;n;


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    Form


    I would like you to complete a form but it's preferable, not required. I will reject you if I don't deem you advanced enough and stuff for this rp. :3
    Note;; You should take out the stuff I put in {these bracket thingies} to make you form less cluttered. It’s just more aesthetically pleasing xD


    What I shall call you;;
    Activity Level {1/10};;


    Character’s Name;;
    Character’s Gender;; Male
    Character’s Age {Can be a rough estimation. I’d prefer somewhere in the late teens, early adult years};;
    Appearance {Description is preferable but I’ll take a picture too.};;
    Personality;;
    History {See intro post as well as my explanation for this. Add in what you want but don’t make it affect the plot, please.};;
    Suggestions for the RP;;
    Other;;


    Name: Dustfeather
    Appearance: A pretty, svelte she-cat. Her short fur is a white/grey under color, with a dark silver/grey marble design spreading over her coat accompanied by pale, eye catching blue/green eyes that seem to trap the sunlight in them at night time. She moves with a certain grace about her, as if she absolutely certain that the land beneath her feet was put there especially for her. Her whiskers are long, as is her slender tail.



    Personality: Loves to laugh, and lives in the moment because she knows that happy times are as rare as bad times. She's cunning, with a calculating edge ever-present in her liquid grey-ish/green-ish/blue-ish eyes. Extremely persuasive when she puts the effort into it. Usually kind unless she doesn't like you because, in that case- Starclan help you. Sticks by her beliefs but knows when to back down and admit defeat.
    History: Was raised like a normal warrior- no drama here. Parents are both deceased due to age. She has one surviving litter mate- Stonecloud- see below form.
    Rank: Warrior. {Open for a mate or something :3}



    Name: Stonecloud
    Appearance:A large, tough looking tom. His fur is primarily a smokey grey with white markings clouding his underbelly, legs, every few toes, and snout. His whiskers are around average length, but his tail is just as long and slender as his sister's. {See above form} His eyes are the rough, textured color of natural jade.


    [img width=510 height=340]http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/…4/s/860/860/10082C856.jpg[/img]


    Personality: Stonecloud isn't nearly as mean as he looks. Take it from Dustfeather- she's extremely talented at breaking her brother out of his silence. He is rather quiet- more of the strong silent type than anything. He can be a little hot headed when frustrated and tends to blurt out harsh things he often doesn't mean all the time. Fiercely loyal and head strong as well as bold and logical. Stubborn and protective.
    History: See above form. Only surviving family is Dustfeather- his litter mate.
    Rank: Warrior. {Also open for a mate ^.~}


    {My pleasure!}
    :P


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    Charlie snuggles into the girl's chest, tears streaming from her eyes in fright. The woman seems stumped by Max's question. "I have no given identity. However, my genetics are those of Anastasia Rene Romanov. My identification number is 204044770." She answers hesitantly after a long pause. "You don't know who you are? That's silly. Is Daddy helping you get your memory back?" Charlie pipes up, swiping at her eyes with the back of her little curled fists. The girl presses her lips together, unsure of how to reply. "That is... false information." She concludes finally, her brain still operating like that of a logical machine. "Well whatever, Miss Roboto. I'm going to call you Stasia. Like Anastasia. Or is Ana better?" Charlie mumbles, scuffing the floor of the car with her once-polished-and now coated with dust Mary-Jane shoes. The girl is speechless. "My identification number is 204044770." She repeats, blinking uneasily. She isn't used to being independent or having a sense of self. This newfound separation of her from the others is disorientating, as is the sudden seclusion even in name.


    Mooneyes watches the initiation of this new cat with wide, curious eyes. At the talk of the new apprentice needing a mentor Mooneyes perks up. She swiftly licks down her fur with a quick swipe of her tongue before creeping closer. "Excuse me, Snowstar, I couldn't help but over hear. I know I'm a bit young but I would love to take on my first apprentice if you'd be willing to put the responsibility on my shoulders." She asks, ducking her head in a low bow of respect.