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Post by lysander on Nov 16, 2009 4:23:01 GMT -5
THIS RP IS INDEPENDENT TO FINAL MIX. AS SUCH IT DOES NOT FOLLOW FM'S STANDARD RULES. PAY ATTENTION. READ IT ALL. NO SKIMMING
The Key Ideas- It's background to this thread. Simple.
- For High's benefit- To show her that she can be in a thread, and that thread will still reach completion.
- For Brezz's benefit- After filling out your basic profile, you are allowed to join the RP. At the end, you will have to present a more completed profile, including character developments made throughout the profile.
[/li][/ul] The Rules- Figure them out. They're simple.- High's Rule Rule 1: No complicated abilities rules. No shops, none of that cooldown, battle limit nonsense. Just common, damn sense. So, be reasonable.
- Brezz's Rule Rule 2: No IC posts over 200 words. I don't want them here. But it must be quality.
- High's Rule Rule 3: Obey High's every commandment. This is a serious rule. OOC and IC, if her character or person makes any sort of request, or command, within reason of course, you must follow it. Even if this breaks character in some way.
- Brezz's Rule Rule 4: Death is allowed. Character development will be key here, so we cannot stop. Momentum cannot be fooled around with here. If a character doesn't post in two days, it is the duty of the next player to both post immediately have that player killed in some way. The killer, is allowed fifty extra words to do this. To the killed, you may join one day later, but must be a new character with an entirely new profile.
The Game leaders reserve all rights to this RP and it's changes. The SettingEntirely AU. Earth, with the same locations, but none of the same people. As this is bare, anyone is allowed to make up just about anything. And whatever they make up becomes fact. Keep it in reason.
Physics can be bent around one's wrist when creating a profile, but should be kept in mind while actually playing. Canons and OC's are alike, but they are expected to be kept original.
The beginning of the RP will begin in a prison facility, in which experiments are being performed on the prisoners. As such, the prisoners aren't of a normal variety either, eh? Take this as you wish. Plot progression may be extremely slow, or extremely fast, depending on the players.
Oh, did I mention zombies? They'll be here.Profile Template[size=1][blockquote][b]Name:[/b] (Last, First - No more, no less) [b]Apparent Age:[/b] (Numbers Only- Most of you understand this easily) [b]Appearance:[/b] (Two sentences.) [b]Demeanor:[/b] (Two sentences.) [b]Skill/Ability:[/b] (You are allowed one unnatural ability, or above-above-above average skill. To start with. Keep it simple. One sentence to explain the nature of this ability. One sentence in your history should mention how this is applicable.) [b]History:[/b] (Five sentences max.)[/size][/blockquote] Disclaimer If I came off as Abrasive ... Boo! Did I scare ya? *smirk* Listen up ladies and gentlemen, this is open. But you still might be denied should you try to join. We can't be having too many people running around. So join up, and have fun right away. Despite the rough nature of this post, this will be all about having fun. So cut loose, sip off your salvaged nuka-cola bottle, cry over the twinkies, and try to survive... A zombie apocalypse.
Also, I'm aware my requirements are excessive. They are, however, accepted, and I am resigned to the possibility that no one will join.[/blockquote]
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Nov 16, 2009 5:04:00 GMT -5
Name: Xu, Kuan Ming [Kuan] Apparent Age: 24 Appearance: A thin and pale Asian man of average height, Kuan is about as dainty looking as a female and wears a pair of dirty round glasses that hides almond shaped eyes. His shoulder length black hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail. Demeanor: Descending from Nerd Planet, introverted and klutzy, Kuan is curious to a fault, even enough for him to forgo ethics and morality in certain situations. Though certainly, afterwards, the man is often gripped with a huge sense of guilt, enough to lose a few screws… Skill/Ability: Bookworm’s luck~ as much of a klutz as he is, Kuan has quite a set of impressive boost in power and speed when adrenaline allows for it and immunity to certain diseases. Might be because of that thing he injects in himself though… History: The child of two prestigious scientists, Kuan was as much of a genius as they are. His parents were honorable beings though, despite being as curious as they were. This limit was something Kuan unfortunately did not inherit as he grew, so when he heard of the chance to do something revolutionary with science, he did not give a second thought to it, even testing it out on himself enough to form some kind of immunity to this strange drug they were working on. Something strange seemed to be happening to the test subjects though…something he didn’t quite ask for when he signed on...
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“How are you doing today, Mr. Donavan?” A short Asian male walked in, his words spiced with a tingle of Chinese accent, wheeling an iron cart. He smiled at the pale young man sitting on the bunk, looking past the blank gray expression as if he was greeting someone for lunch. “I brought you…meatloaf?” Xu Kuang Ming held out the tray of unappetizing…stuffs, and placed it on the table next to the bunk. “Looks good…yah?” He chuckled, trying out the strange English lingo. “Yah? Here’s your injection of the day. Keep still, sir.”
From under the cart, Kuan pulled out a needle. Strange black liquid sloshed from inside the syringe. At the sight of the thing, Mr. Donovan seemed to register some form of emotion. He twitched. Nonetheless, the scientist grabbed the buff prisoner and stuck the needle in him. The two trembled, one from pain and the other from the excitement of his laborious research and experimentation.
“Now…almost done, my dear…”
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Post by lysander on Nov 16, 2009 6:31:51 GMT -5
Current RP Location: Introducing the Maxlock High Sec. Prison Name: Draco, Simon Apparent Age: 21 Appearance: Simon is blonde, and blue eyed, lithe and slim as if he'd just got back from a day of track practice, although his hygiene is not the greatest in a (successful) try at keeping the other inmates from. . . Well, you know. As a defining feature he has several tattoos, the first is a coffin starting at the center of his throat and ending at his upper chest; the second is a string of hearts between his thumb and forefinger. Demeanor: Simon is patriotic and as American as the blood in your veins could ever hope to be; so basically, he's a liar, he's a cheater, and he's a burglar to the utmost degrees so obviously his conscience isn't the most pleasant chap and comes with all the personality traits of this personality type. Although he is often spoiled in some way and readily accepts this treatment, it is from a natural inborn desire to exploit and manipulate, and he is actually quite resourceful due to his intense desire to live on. Skill/Ability: Paranoid Delinquent- An innate and inborn ability due to a realized latent hypersensitivity, humbly enhanced through genetic reconstruction, of the five senses and their immediate interpretation to almost psychic levels allows Simon to notice almost anything and everything around him; as an added bonus, these abilities double during peak physical output and adrenaline. History: He was born as Simon Lucian Maxlock, to Mark Aurelius Maxlock (The founder and state administrator of Maxlock Prison), but upon dropping out of college and disappointing his father and his state changed his name. And of course he went down the path of miscreants, but for reasons unknown, his crimes were all very obvious in some ways, and very mysterious in others; so he was obviously caught and taken to prison, a maximum security prison run by his father. Yet despite his father's iron grip on the criminal's bodies, Simon served as a refresher to their minds and was quick to make friends with his quick wit and constant stream of trash-talking jokes. In an attempt to bring him down as a morale symbol, but still spoiling his son, he had the boy experimented on. However, this hasn't deterred him all that greatly, and Simon still serves to be quite the pain in the side to just about everyone who gets on his badside. [/blockquote] ~~~~ Simon flipped through a magazine in his plush cell on the top floor of the cellblock, all to himself. The bed was a little softer than some, the room a little wider, and the privacy was very nice, and although others were typically jealous of his favoritism, the room was always open to visitors on free time. Simon rarely left anymore as it was simply just a pain in the ass. He'd established his empire, and he was a widely accepted ruler, so there was no reason in trying. Until his first assassination attempt, he'd enjoy things as they came.
He was served dinner promptly by his own personal prison guard. The one who'd been nicknamed "Biff da Bitch". Mashed potato, real meatloaf, and a tall frosty glass of Peppy-Cola. Oh dandy. "Thank ya, Biff, and howdy. How goes?"[/color] He made small talk to the other for a few brief seconds until he dug into the meal, essentially kicking the guard out of the room.[/size]
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Nov 16, 2009 15:33:15 GMT -5
They were watching again. And making bets, no doubt. This wasn't the first time Kuan had to go through such humiliation. In fact, the first time he heard them yowling at him, the poor meek man had been scared out of his right mind. It didn't help that he might be one of the few who looked as feminine as possibly allowed. And he was the one messing with their genetic codes. All the more reason to stick stuffs in him. If he had been in his right mind those first few weeks, Kuan would have smarted up and left.
Here he was though, still curious and still unharmed. He kept his distance from the gruffer, livelier prisoners, preferring the company of the ones who had one too many injections and were kept merely for the sake of seeing it through to the end.
Kuan smiled at the prisoners, who were smirking and howling, clearly avoiding any contact than his usual etiquette until he walked past a cell that had clearly been outfitted for someone who might have bribed the jail keeper.
"Good day, Mr. Draco," said Kuan pleasantly as he nodded at the young man behind the cell. It was common courtesy for the scientist to at least acknowledge the son of the man who had sponsored his passion. "How are you today?" [/blockquote]
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Post by lysander on Nov 16, 2009 22:35:31 GMT -5
Simon's partially unshaven scruff tickled his neck as he swallowed down gulps of tough meatloaf, softened by mashed potatoes. After not so very long in prison, Simon had decided he liked it here. He was living the good life, surrounded by servants, being fed good meal every day. In a way it was the compromise he and his father had always been looking for. Simon could run around and do just about whatever he wanted here, and Mark could always be watching his son. His eyes jerked up and to the side when Kuan entered the room, flickering nervously for a moment.
Then he focused down on his food, finishing up the meatloaf and mashed potatoes. He hadn't touched his Peppy-Cola yet. Folding his hands in his lap he looked up to Kuan. "Hey there, Doc. Comin' to pump me up?" Unlike other patients Simon was flourishing under the treatment...
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Post by ophelia on Nov 17, 2009 23:54:10 GMT -5
Name:
Prunella The Pincher
Apparent Age:
403
Appearance:
Prunella is an old hag with a mean hunch back and one rolling eye. The kind of crusty, oozing, wound one should wear an eye patch over, but just the kind of crusty oozing wound Prunella wouldn't. Just to spite 'em all. (You would show off your battle sssscarssss toooo if it was the only god-damn medal you got after holding your own against a pregnant sssseeeea-sssserrrrpent!) Her nose is large and potato shaped and covered in warts. And her complexion is swarthy and toothless as her grin. Her hair is as limp and greasy as pickled earth.
Demeanor:
Prunella is a crotchety relic with a keen eye for running her mouth over every unpleasant quality you've got in your lazy ssssschmuck body. Nothing is assss it wasss in the old country! Nobody knows nothin' no more! And everyone has ssssecretsss....She knows the darkest parts of your soul without having to scry or use sacred divinations. She's seen it all. And it makes her ill. Sick to the stomach so that not even ginger root can cure it. Vhat the world is been coming to!? Or it makes her laugh- every once and while. A deep rich, rotting laugh that rumbles up from her belly.
Skill/Ability:
Never Vaiting! (Greedy Children these days!)- Prunella can see approximately three minutes into the past and one minute into the future. Vhat more do you want? Kidssss thessse days! Always getting everything before they blink! And much more than issss being good for them! (Two times per post)
History:
Once upon a time there was a nasty bubbling swamp- The Swamp of Evil! And Prunella lived there in her dark foul smelling cave for as she could remember. Casting horrible curses, causing plague and damnation, playing solitaire, scrying, and cooking slimy bubbling things in her cauldron- Generally being the baddest BAMF fairy in the realm. Until after several hundred years of unpaid parking tickets- the King and Queen had her stripped of her powers (except for a small inkling of her divination) and thrown in the brig. It just shows you what the stuff of gratitude is made of. [/blockquote] "Ooooh my bonnnneesss, my old bonnneeessssssss!" Prunella hissed, picking a flea off the side of her neck and popping it in her mouth. Chewing with relish before continuing: "At leeaaassssst they could spring for some cable TV in heeerreee. Even my swamp- the mossssst misssserable bit of filth on this mud ball had deccccent recccception and a remote." She puttered around in front of the iron bars of the holding pen, muttering ancient hexes and giving the concrete such scorching looks that the walls of the cell seem to shrink back and quiver. Television was the only thing her constitution was willing to stand these days. She only had so many teeth left, and so much strength in her muscles. So much enjoyment in just about anything. She couldn't wait until that rotten no good Quack came down to prod her. She would give him a piece of her mind, yes she would. And try to turn him into a yak. This old girl still had some juice left in her. Yes she did.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Nov 20, 2009 0:32:12 GMT -5
[BITE MEH.]
Checking his clipboard, Kuan nodded his head and clicked off Simon's name with a satisfied flick of the wrist. The guard let the short man in with a huff and Kuan got to work in a hurry, pulling out a long needle and adding some strange liquid to it.
"Hold out your arm, sir."
It was done in a second, and the effect should be immediate. First the tingle along the punctured area, then it spreads up the arm to the shoulder and an explosion of wild fire before your very eyes. The colors drain from your eyes and hair and suddenly you're young and flawless and powerful.
Then it was gone.
"Good day to you, Mr. Draco." Kuan shuffled out of the jail with a little nod of the head and looked at the next name on the list. He balked.
Prunella.
Evil, evil Prunella.
Moments later, he approached her jail with a careful tiptoe...
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Post by lysander on Nov 20, 2009 14:55:17 GMT -5
[Bite yoo? Okai! *tackle*]
Simon Draco drank down the cola, and produced what looked to be a small candy, or an after-dinner mint from under a napkin. Popping the strange mint into his mouth, and turning to Kuan, he jerked his sleeve up his arm and proffered the appendage to the heartless intern. There was so little hesitation that you might have even suspected he was... eager... for the treatment. Not many of the inmates were getting them, and most of those who were, were acting like zombies sitting around a tv. They kept to themselves, and didn't seem to know anything other than their little inner world.
But, Draco was different. He relished the stuff. He'd become the closest you could get to an addict with it. It suppressed his nerves with the pleasure it provided, and for a few afterwards, he didn't have to experience is sensitivity to his senses. But the withdrawals were heavy and raw. So very painful. "No foreplay? I hope you don't treat your girlfriend like you treat me."[/color][/size]
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Post by ophelia on Nov 20, 2009 18:48:12 GMT -5
Prunella's neck snapped up and her lips thinned. She seemed to swell with a slow quiet pleasure, something dark and dusty and evil smelling, as the doctor approached. Towering over him and spreading her rotting shawls like vulture’s wings.
"Well it’sssss about timmeeeee.” she hissed, nodding in the direction of Kaun’s clipboard. “Have you got anythinnnggg on that ledger of yoursssss to cure the accheeee in my joiinnnttss, eh?” She chuckled darkly and limped closer to leer through the bars, her toothless gums flapping. “Speeaaak boy” she barked “Or have you ssssswallowed your own ssssstethhhoscccccope?” Her breath nearly seared the metal.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Nov 23, 2009 19:54:54 GMT -5
He approached her cell, looking a bit nervous, but told himself to pull it together as he pulled out another needle, a little bit larger than the last one he had injected in Simon. This old lass always needs an extra kick. Maybe that's why she was just a bit more delusional than the others. Thinking she was a witch and all that. Kuan often found himself laughing at the silly after-effect the women goes through. As pitiful as it looked sometimes.
"Miss. Prunella..." he sing-songed. Really, Prunella, at most can whack him across the head with her dinner plate and shout gibberish after him, hoping to cast spells that won't happen. It'll just pain him slightly, but Kuan could take the torture for the experiment.
"Hold still~" He jabbed the needle in her and injected the black water. [/blockquote]
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Post by lysander on Nov 24, 2009 17:18:25 GMT -5
Simon's body shivered and convulsed. In fact, while Biff, or Butch or whatever his name was was wheeling out the cart, Simon was completely oblivious. The sensations that went vibrating through his body were by far the most powerful he'd experienced, and they drowned out all of the information that was constantly filing into his head. He lay back into the bed, and instead of complaining about how much the sheets itched and chafed, he couldn't even feel the bed. It was as if he was floating in the air, and he couldn't have been happier in any sense of the word.
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Post by lysander on Dec 9, 2009 3:31:06 GMT -5
[Rock Falls, Everyone Dies]
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