In 2055 the future is a grim one, people had stopped believing in their governments, and doubting once cherished deities. A world wide war had struck out over oil reserves, and any notion of peace had been blasted away like the remnants of the canadian territories after The Last Invasion. A biological weapon was dropped on the backs of 13 small nuclear bombs devastating the northern regions and wiping out a majority of the population. They never expected retaliation, but the day came when a group of martyrs broke through the Ocean Blockades and brought the world to its knees. One man Doctor Marcus Anima, changed the human race for eternity. The Evolution of Humankind would reach its event horizon because of the actions made by one man.
The possibilities would grow to be endless and a few of the people who lived in the time of Anima, got to see the end of the universe itself. They would watch as the Universe warped and squeezed around them until they were all condensed back to the singularity point there matter had come from. None on that day shed a tear, for nothing to them was as painful as the days they had seen the beautiful existence of humans slain. These people in the moments before the big crunch looked as they had some odd hundreds of millions of years ago, and they would float there in a weightless void as their bodies adapted to there every surrounding.
As a fraction of a millisecond went by there body had changed and adapted in more ways than was conceivable. There fluid had adjusted to the pressures of space. In some there lungs had adapted and grown glands within to produce oxygen, others had adapted to making their own atmospheres around them in an unconscious manner. There bodys had developed its own barriers separating it from space, and as you could imagine they were nearly indestructible in every way shape or form.
Some saw him almost as a god, “the mortal man that solved the problems of death”, others scorned him for what he had turned mankind into. By the time of those who saw the big crunch mankind is no more, in a sense that not a single one of the beings floating through outer space felt at all, human. Many of the humans realizing their true demises and the eventual end they must see, despite having the ability to live this destiny and see the true answers of the universe choose to end their lives and shut down completely, floating eternally through the voids of eternity. Many could be found in the graveyards of the rubbles of earth that floated around there cold star, like statues eyes all frozen to their wasted world. Never to move again.
Though that is the distant future and we are fortunate enough to live the lives of the present. Our fates are not set in stone, but we haven’t realized our universe’s isn’t.. Some of us are scientist that worked alongside Anima in our own fields of study, though most of us are lab subjects with extremely experimental versions of the microbots. This is Anima’s legacy, his etching in the fabrics of the universe, and the possibilities are literally endless. One day the potential of mankind will reach a point where it can never get better because it is the best it can be. What will you become?
Somdium Corp. has just introduced Anima “Mark 1” to the public. The lab subjects and scientist have a special “Mark 2” that adapts to every possible scenario. The Ability you begin with will pale in comparison to what your power will truly be. If you can survive, when you exit the massive underground facility owned by Marcus Anima himself. The average citizen with the Mark 1 can do a number of things, and in many ways the Mark 1&2 are almost exactly the same, the only major difference is the adaptive tech in the Mark 2’s. But why would the future of humankind be put into a bunch of scientist and lab subjects? That leads us to one of Anima’s favorite questions “why not?”
The Year is 2067, you wake up in a crowded room, that seems to be a prison cell of some sort… But all the doors are open. It looks as though the building has been abandoned, as you walk to the exit to try and get out of this purgatory, you notice a scientist in a lab coat hanging on the wall by a noose. Stapled to the man's shirt was a small piece of paper and on it said “You can't play God!” written in hasty handwriting. You continue to the exit noticing people are beginning to stir from their slumbers, scientist were starting to get up off the ground.
Every person there looked different, but they all shared two qualities 1. they had all woke up with no memory of who or what they were, besides the wristbands on the patients and the ID cards on the scientist. 2. each one of them had a scar running from the base of there neck to there tailbone.
You find a group of misfits that seems to have a bit of an idea whats going on… One man stands alone in the front of the room that once was the testing center for this facility. He says in a deep voice “Hello, im sure you're wondering why you're all here, all i can tell you is… Life as it was has changed. In order to save you all from pharmaceutical genocide Doctor Anima put all of us in a stasis for two years locked away in this facility. As far as i can tell the outside world doesn't even know this bunker is here.” He began to walk off as though he had something to check on but quickly turned around “Oh i almost forgot… My names James Dowley. I was head of design on Anima’s team.” The tall man reached up and touched the back of his neck feeling the scar there.
As he walked out he looked at the countdown that had finally reached zero. “I’ve waited two years for this day,” He said taking off his lab coat. “Today we go the surface and see what kind of world of Maker has been living in, He said it was the only way to stay pure. With all this power you see, the world has gone mad. There are…” He stopped grabbing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his vest pocket. “Well you will see.”
REVISE:
Char Sheet info:
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (try to be creative if you can)
Initial Ability:
Who you were:
Personality :
Weakness: (Get creative with this one if you can or leave it blank for now but they all have their own flaws, there were only human once)
I know the Char sheet is pretty short but you don't need much… Also the only thing your person CAN remember is there name. Everything else you can choose to figure out or just live your new life… XD i’ll keep an eye out to see who’s joining
James’ Character Sheet:
Name: James “Beni” Dowley
Age: 27
Appearance: James’ entire body is covered in scars, from wars before his time there and the big one that brought him here. He has pale almost white hair, and his eyes are a swirling mix of pink and blue, and they often change color depending on his mood, which leads to him revealing information without saying a word at times. He often curses Anima for this because one time he overheard a conversation Anima was having with another lead on his projects. He says it was there Maker’s way of giving him his shortcomings, that way he could never truly lie again. His face is the most severely scarred from before the fatal accident that left him nearly in the dirt, and though they were plentiful they didn't look severe and a small hint of a dimple still resided on his cheek. He’s rather tall about 6’4, and he has long arms and legs that you wouldn’t normally attribute to a warrior. He rarely looks serious so when he does it matters. If you ever saw him completely naked he would look pretty much like a frankenstein monster, and toward the center of his torso there were still traces of the tattoos that had once covered most of his body. He has an olive almost tan complexion.
Initial Ability: The main ability James has is, whatever he touches he knows the make up of it down to its atomic level. This ability started as being able to touch something with his Mark 1 implant and immediately knowing either what was wrong with it, or how to improve it. Which helped him reconstruct his body after his accident. Also cellular reconstruction at a high rate. It may take some years to learn to speed up their reconstruction.
Who He Was: James “Beni” Dowley was born in Dublin, Ireland to a young girl who could not keep him. Through the foster system he found his way to the countryside and lived there as a small boy to his early teens. When he was 14 he ran away from the system to start his new life in America and quickly found his way into gang life on the streets of Los Angeles. It was there he learned the art of the con as a young boy, and was quickly organizing his own gang of hackers before he was 15. But life suddenly turned to pot on his 17th birthday when the world went to war, he suddenly found himself being offered a job to order his own mercenary crew in the upcoming war. This was the first time something like this had ever happened and it even made headlines in the countries he had fought for. None the less, his crews were some of the most successful and after five years of war, he was one of the most respected generals of the Free nation, now established. After two more years of service the war ended and the entire world was united in. All nations had absolved into the Free nation and war seemed over. But James knew better, War never ended.
So at 23 he had found a wife and settled down back in LA with his wife and two kids. Years later while he was working on medical research at the lab at his home, there was an explosion in the main wing killing his family and sending him flying into the road where the people responsible for murdering his family drove over him 2 times before leaving. He was just accepting his death as just, when men showed up and took him to a hospital barely even a human anymore, but somehow with the missing limbs he was still breathing. As he lay there in agony in the hospital bed, body burnt and destroyed, Marcus Anima came to see him.
He said he was planning something huge that the world would forever be changed by, and he said he wanted James’ help. At which point James yelled at Anima to let him die alone like he wished, and how he was no use to anyone how he was. After being pelted with most of James’ dinner the man stood up and steadied James’ good hand with his. He told him that he had seen what had torn most of his body apart in his lab during the explosions, all the research he had put into adaptive technologies and cellular reconstruction. With that James’ let his friend transfer him to his private facility where he was given one of the first samples of Mark 1 called “Noah” at the time and it was extremely experimental even then. When he had a team in his hospital room, with the new power The “Noah” had given him he finished his work on cellular reconstruction, and put his body back together piece by piece, as it was before his accident from his accident. He helped Anima Design the Mark 2’s adaptive properties and was also the first to receive the upgrade.
Personality: James is almost always pretty happy even in the most stressful of times, which is polar opposite to who he was as a war general. Though his eyes are cold and distant he always tries not to get caught up in his past and slip into his own mind, and sometimes it shows as he will simple just zone out for a few moments sometimes with his eyes closed. He’s a smooth talker, and would rather talk out most of his problems before pulling out the pistols. He has a kind heart and at times seems almost fearless since his Mark 2 has given him the ability of cellular reconstruction and he is often very chill and relaxed, often with a wise to crack, and a cup of tea for you to pour your sorrows into in his office on the bottom floor of the bunker.
The possibilities would grow to be endless and a few of the people who lived in the time of Anima, got to see the end of the universe itself. They would watch as the Universe warped and squeezed around them until they were all condensed back to the singularity point there matter had come from. None on that day shed a tear, for nothing to them was as painful as the days they had seen the beautiful existence of humans slain. These people in the moments before the big crunch looked as they had some odd hundreds of millions of years ago, and they would float there in a weightless void as their bodies adapted to there every surrounding.
As a fraction of a millisecond went by there body had changed and adapted in more ways than was conceivable. There fluid had adjusted to the pressures of space. In some there lungs had adapted and grown glands within to produce oxygen, others had adapted to making their own atmospheres around them in an unconscious manner. There bodys had developed its own barriers separating it from space, and as you could imagine they were nearly indestructible in every way shape or form.
Some saw him almost as a god, “the mortal man that solved the problems of death”, others scorned him for what he had turned mankind into. By the time of those who saw the big crunch mankind is no more, in a sense that not a single one of the beings floating through outer space felt at all, human. Many of the humans realizing their true demises and the eventual end they must see, despite having the ability to live this destiny and see the true answers of the universe choose to end their lives and shut down completely, floating eternally through the voids of eternity. Many could be found in the graveyards of the rubbles of earth that floated around there cold star, like statues eyes all frozen to their wasted world. Never to move again.
Though that is the distant future and we are fortunate enough to live the lives of the present. Our fates are not set in stone, but we haven’t realized our universe’s isn’t.. Some of us are scientist that worked alongside Anima in our own fields of study, though most of us are lab subjects with extremely experimental versions of the microbots. This is Anima’s legacy, his etching in the fabrics of the universe, and the possibilities are literally endless. One day the potential of mankind will reach a point where it can never get better because it is the best it can be. What will you become?
Somdium Corp. has just introduced Anima “Mark 1” to the public. The lab subjects and scientist have a special “Mark 2” that adapts to every possible scenario. The Ability you begin with will pale in comparison to what your power will truly be. If you can survive, when you exit the massive underground facility owned by Marcus Anima himself. The average citizen with the Mark 1 can do a number of things, and in many ways the Mark 1&2 are almost exactly the same, the only major difference is the adaptive tech in the Mark 2’s. But why would the future of humankind be put into a bunch of scientist and lab subjects? That leads us to one of Anima’s favorite questions “why not?”
The Year is 2067, you wake up in a crowded room, that seems to be a prison cell of some sort… But all the doors are open. It looks as though the building has been abandoned, as you walk to the exit to try and get out of this purgatory, you notice a scientist in a lab coat hanging on the wall by a noose. Stapled to the man's shirt was a small piece of paper and on it said “You can't play God!” written in hasty handwriting. You continue to the exit noticing people are beginning to stir from their slumbers, scientist were starting to get up off the ground.
Every person there looked different, but they all shared two qualities 1. they had all woke up with no memory of who or what they were, besides the wristbands on the patients and the ID cards on the scientist. 2. each one of them had a scar running from the base of there neck to there tailbone.
You find a group of misfits that seems to have a bit of an idea whats going on… One man stands alone in the front of the room that once was the testing center for this facility. He says in a deep voice “Hello, im sure you're wondering why you're all here, all i can tell you is… Life as it was has changed. In order to save you all from pharmaceutical genocide Doctor Anima put all of us in a stasis for two years locked away in this facility. As far as i can tell the outside world doesn't even know this bunker is here.” He began to walk off as though he had something to check on but quickly turned around “Oh i almost forgot… My names James Dowley. I was head of design on Anima’s team.” The tall man reached up and touched the back of his neck feeling the scar there.
As he walked out he looked at the countdown that had finally reached zero. “I’ve waited two years for this day,” He said taking off his lab coat. “Today we go the surface and see what kind of world of Maker has been living in, He said it was the only way to stay pure. With all this power you see, the world has gone mad. There are…” He stopped grabbing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his vest pocket. “Well you will see.”
REVISE:
Char Sheet info:
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (try to be creative if you can)
Initial Ability:
Who you were:
Personality :
Weakness: (Get creative with this one if you can or leave it blank for now but they all have their own flaws, there were only human once)
I know the Char sheet is pretty short but you don't need much… Also the only thing your person CAN remember is there name. Everything else you can choose to figure out or just live your new life… XD i’ll keep an eye out to see who’s joining
James’ Character Sheet:
Name: James “Beni” Dowley
Age: 27
Appearance: James’ entire body is covered in scars, from wars before his time there and the big one that brought him here. He has pale almost white hair, and his eyes are a swirling mix of pink and blue, and they often change color depending on his mood, which leads to him revealing information without saying a word at times. He often curses Anima for this because one time he overheard a conversation Anima was having with another lead on his projects. He says it was there Maker’s way of giving him his shortcomings, that way he could never truly lie again. His face is the most severely scarred from before the fatal accident that left him nearly in the dirt, and though they were plentiful they didn't look severe and a small hint of a dimple still resided on his cheek. He’s rather tall about 6’4, and he has long arms and legs that you wouldn’t normally attribute to a warrior. He rarely looks serious so when he does it matters. If you ever saw him completely naked he would look pretty much like a frankenstein monster, and toward the center of his torso there were still traces of the tattoos that had once covered most of his body. He has an olive almost tan complexion.
Initial Ability: The main ability James has is, whatever he touches he knows the make up of it down to its atomic level. This ability started as being able to touch something with his Mark 1 implant and immediately knowing either what was wrong with it, or how to improve it. Which helped him reconstruct his body after his accident. Also cellular reconstruction at a high rate. It may take some years to learn to speed up their reconstruction.
Who He Was: James “Beni” Dowley was born in Dublin, Ireland to a young girl who could not keep him. Through the foster system he found his way to the countryside and lived there as a small boy to his early teens. When he was 14 he ran away from the system to start his new life in America and quickly found his way into gang life on the streets of Los Angeles. It was there he learned the art of the con as a young boy, and was quickly organizing his own gang of hackers before he was 15. But life suddenly turned to pot on his 17th birthday when the world went to war, he suddenly found himself being offered a job to order his own mercenary crew in the upcoming war. This was the first time something like this had ever happened and it even made headlines in the countries he had fought for. None the less, his crews were some of the most successful and after five years of war, he was one of the most respected generals of the Free nation, now established. After two more years of service the war ended and the entire world was united in. All nations had absolved into the Free nation and war seemed over. But James knew better, War never ended.
So at 23 he had found a wife and settled down back in LA with his wife and two kids. Years later while he was working on medical research at the lab at his home, there was an explosion in the main wing killing his family and sending him flying into the road where the people responsible for murdering his family drove over him 2 times before leaving. He was just accepting his death as just, when men showed up and took him to a hospital barely even a human anymore, but somehow with the missing limbs he was still breathing. As he lay there in agony in the hospital bed, body burnt and destroyed, Marcus Anima came to see him.
He said he was planning something huge that the world would forever be changed by, and he said he wanted James’ help. At which point James yelled at Anima to let him die alone like he wished, and how he was no use to anyone how he was. After being pelted with most of James’ dinner the man stood up and steadied James’ good hand with his. He told him that he had seen what had torn most of his body apart in his lab during the explosions, all the research he had put into adaptive technologies and cellular reconstruction. With that James’ let his friend transfer him to his private facility where he was given one of the first samples of Mark 1 called “Noah” at the time and it was extremely experimental even then. When he had a team in his hospital room, with the new power The “Noah” had given him he finished his work on cellular reconstruction, and put his body back together piece by piece, as it was before his accident from his accident. He helped Anima Design the Mark 2’s adaptive properties and was also the first to receive the upgrade.
Personality: James is almost always pretty happy even in the most stressful of times, which is polar opposite to who he was as a war general. Though his eyes are cold and distant he always tries not to get caught up in his past and slip into his own mind, and sometimes it shows as he will simple just zone out for a few moments sometimes with his eyes closed. He’s a smooth talker, and would rather talk out most of his problems before pulling out the pistols. He has a kind heart and at times seems almost fearless since his Mark 2 has given him the ability of cellular reconstruction and he is often very chill and relaxed, often with a wise to crack, and a cup of tea for you to pour your sorrows into in his office on the bottom floor of the bunker.