Hawlin

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"Quatre...par quatre, nous faire une porte~" I chirp as I work, finding that singing to myself made the chipping with the nail slightly less arduous. The design of the wide entryway slowly started to take form in the wall of the complex as I stuffed the ends of pumpkin seeds into the small slits. I knew I didn't have much time before the next round of patrols found me, so the second bit of the plan was unplanned and would probably get messy. That is how pumpkins always get when used as improvised explosives. Thankfully, in this experiment, I was not expected to clean it up.

Breathing the sickly sweet black mist of my breath into my hands, I sigh to myself before bracing to crack the seeds' shells.
"Cinq...par cinq, nous prenons la plongée" I conclude the prayer as I knock the seeds into their shallow holes with the heel of my palm, the mist crackling in time to the breaking seeds which groaned and twisted inside the wall. Trying to grow pumpkins in concrete was a new element to the test, and I was careful to respect this at a safe distance.
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Cobweb cracks shot out from the indents as bolts of emerald vines wore through the compromised stone as Luciel plugged his ears from the noise. On the other side of the wall, what started as a dull groan quickly picked up as hunks of rebar were pushed out into the room, vines coiling at thin air before turning brown and crumbling. The wall heaved and then crumbled, guts from torn up pumpkins spilled out into the room as a few flowers bloomed from the mess. Carefully, Luciel stepped through the mess, putting a hand on the wall to brace themselves as they peered into the room, their eyes adjusting to the light transition. It the alarms weren't going off, yet, it would only be a minute or two, tops, before the aforementioned patrol would notice the ungraceful hole in the side of their prison.

"Hello?" Luciel called, roses springing from his sleeve as a long bladed thorn slid into his hand, his favored weapon concept, rapiers.

(whoops, forgot I'm not doing first-person anymore >_< )

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*Flips through pages*
I mean, its not going to be nuts like "huaahahahaha! PUMPKINS FOR EVERYONE!! *Explosions*"
I just figured staging a breakout would be appropriate. I suppose the big question is, whose cell am I busting into?

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Heh, glad to fill the niche :P
So, about the whole being accepted and situation with a post where I knock a hole in the wall with pumpkins...

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@Hawlin ah i see.... so he's a girly boy?

@Ace of flames01

Yeh. I was reading the character sheet skele and the thought occurred *shrugface*.
I also didn't notice the ratio...ah well.

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So, Idk if anyone is here, but I already have an intro mostly written where I knock a sizable hole in the side of the prison with renegade pumpkins. I could explain the whole 'circumventing the guard patrols' or 'spooky tunneling' but w/e (unless I need to >_> I kinda just figured it was an 'all or nothing' plan where either it worked and Luciel would have backup and plenty enough to make the escape, or it fails miserably and he ends up with the others).

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Name: Luciel Lucerne ("Lulu" And hates it)
Age: Appears 19
Gender: Androgynous Male
Race: Hex
Status: Rebellion. Ex Enslaved
Bio: How useful would it be to have access to the secrets of photosynthesis? An end to the fuel crisis, global starvation, the works. Certainly, the one to stumble across such a find would be heralded as the next saint...even if it costs one boy a few sets of skin. His tissue samples could have proven useful specimens in unlocking that philosophers stone, if only the scientists knew what tests to run instead of cutting blindly. Luciel learned to use his powers to heal early on, since tests often left him raw from sampling. All it took was one act of sympathy; a flower, to lighten the mood.
2 years since the massacre which his escape resulted in, he endeavors to continue his retaliating strike by undoing the evils of mankind wherever they may rear their hideousness upon the Hex.
Luciel comes off a tad eccentric with bouts of effeminacy, finding it easier to lie about his gender rather than explain himself. This also hints to the ingrained cynicism which he does well to hide, developed during his time spent in captivity...as most of the Hex often acquire, it seems.

Powers/Abilities: Phytogenesis/Arborkineses (Manipulation over plant mater in its basest of senses)
-Breath of Life~ Luciel's power starts with the understanding of life potential. Most commonly used to bend the genesis of a simple seed into various tools and weapons with enough creativity, the idea behind the power is to control the process of growth. This can expand to the human genome, although human cells function in their own way contrary to plants. This power manages little more than aiding in regrowing damaged flesh for most fauna. His power requires a catalyst to force energy into, being unable to simply summon plants.
-Metabolic Independence~ Similar to photosynthesis, Luciel is mostly unreliant on conventional food for sustinance. However, this requires exposure to direct sunlight for extended periods of time which have stripped his skin and hair of most of its pigment. Even then, this is only a supplement, allowing him to go up to three weeks without food. (water is still a must)
-Ascencing~ Being in tune with life energy which his powers rely on, Luciel can feel life energy in close proximity. This can be excused as a sort of supernatural empathy, although emotions don't factor into the sense. Strength, vigor, weakness and malady are the strongest of tells.

Appearance

Luciel commonly stands at 5'7. Their clothes consist of vibrant plant material shaped into eccentric designs and colours; silky-soft to the touch and surprisingly durable.

(Subject to various edits, but you get the idea. Kinda done in a rush >_<)

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I suppose I'll start by finishing my character and go from there.
Scrapped the shapeshifting thing in favor of a healing approach >_<

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Any one else to help? :x

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Hmm, I guess I'll have to read the IC in a sec. Just curious how another Hex would help solve the situation >_<

The one I had in mind and a nature-based twist on shapeshifting.
...and is hilariously androgynous.

Stardust [Crew-Based Space Adventures]

Home Planet: N/A
Crew: --------
Race: 'Chimera' (Artificial humans made from old artificial-soldier criteria. Their design was repurposed from a recently shot-down illegal genetics lab floating in null-space run by 'Traganavia' industries)
Name: 'Jericho' Kaite 073 (pronounced like Kite) (Hates being called by his number more than anything)
Age: 2 (Rapid maturation and genetic works allow Kaite to seem roughly 16-18 with the mentality as though they were in their mid-30s. Unfortunately, due to rapid maturation, artificial subjects in such ways often have stunted growth...and impressively short life spans ranging between 5-20)
Skills: Living in a world slowed down for them, Kaite's reflexes on small scale are wired almost as thrice as fast as the average human. However, this mostly pertains to fine-finger dexterity.
-Ingrained advanced knowledge of ship-based weapon calibrations and operations based on combat records, especially those of skilled fighter pilots...for the purpose of shooting such skilled pilots down.

-Ingrained advanced knowledge of small arms design, mostly pertaining to pistols. However, "A rubix cube of varying layers ultimately relies on the same principals and rules"

-Ingrained advanced knowledge of most humanoid biology for the purpose of first-aid. When it comes to humans and human subspecies, specifically, Kaite is quite skilled in reassembling...and, consequently, disassembling the anatomy in question. (With the aforementioned latent viciousness, a simple knight stick in the hands of even an unimposing individual as Kaite can become a terrifying tool with the right application. Atypical humanoid anatomy can be addressed in a similar way, although to an ultimately less...elegant...result)

-Kaite has a fond interest in cooking and prefers to cook for himself rather than partake in the mess hall with the others for reasons unclear. He also has a taste for electro swing music, though this has only been picked up by those walking by his room. He has a small collection of stuffed animals, but mainly aquatic types...nobody is allowed in his room per request, so this information is not known and he'd deny it to the grave.

-In simulations, Kaite has better-than-average assessment scores for combat piloting. However, their value within the ship outweighs the numbers they'd be bringing to such statistics.

Personality: Kaite is more often than not straight to the point and professional to the letter, taking great pride and respect for the cause they've been 'enlisted' into. However, they are still very young to the world and the workings of people, and is easily taken aback by the factor of emotion. This isn't to say that they are lacking in charisma, empathy or feeling, only that they have a stark two-face where they put business before the former. Many see this as cold...cold calculations with 'humanity' worn as a mask over which. He is otherwise curious of subjects out of his field of expertise and is quick to excite at potential opportunities to know more about the world he lives in. Kaite has a profound distrust of robots border-lining fear for reasons which there are many theories regarding...none of which he will entertain. He speaks with a slight French accent (Vich I vill abuse zeh hell out ouf in-character).

Appearance: Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 5'2. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a light blonde as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. This also shows in his eyes which hold a mint green (or amber for their right eye). The hair holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about longer than average. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with little to no bioluminescence. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities. Deep amber eyes with a sharp sapphire blue ring around the edges, though this is obscured by their glasses designed to eases stress on the eyes from all the time they spend staring at monitor screens. Kaite is often clad in regulation attire which, by appearance, take great pride in their work and care to upholding the image (Although comes off more adorable than respectable due to their build). An adaptation upon request is to add an inch to the heel of his boots to make him seem that much taller...he is considering switching back due to looks he's reportedly been given.

Better Pic

Minus the hat, and cloak(for most ship-side instances).

History: I wasn't the strongest or fastest, and I certainly wasn't the only one. There were more, maybe twenty at one point that I know of. It was usually very dark, making it difficult to tell how many of us there were, at first. Sometimes one would go missing, or they would come and take a few at a time. None of us understood why some came back and some didn't...not even me, and I was one that came back.

I kept coming back, being lead down the noisy halls of machinery and howling beasts. Down to 'my room', where I learned; the needles in my spine, the clamps to hold my eyes open, being allowed to see only what and when they wanted me to. My first year was the hardest. It wasn't so much the process as it was the topic; used to the procedures, the topics of war, anatomy, physics and humanities bombarded my senses. I'm thankful for most of it, although it quickly made my world quite lonely. Many of the others didn't speak, or were barely even aware where they even were. I 'graduated' to living in a cell, since it got to a point where it was considered inhumane to have to pick me out of 'the pits'...or more arguably, to put me back in. Four walls and a ceiling never seemed so welcoming, especially considering how I could see them. Teachings changed after that to genetics and experimentation...and the Newman project. Truthfully, it was easier to understand and accept once I was just told that, yes, I was a clone being held prisoner for experimentation, my brothers in the pits are borderline mindless animals and no, I was not special, just chosen for a different task.

Tasks...I was shown reports of the others' tasks and the testing involved. 039 Was a drooling mute of a hulk that ate bones and needed little oxygen for hours while it was left to toil away, lifting weights and fighting other rejects of its kind, often to the death and often unprovoked. He's the oldest. 055 is...like a rodent, so to speak, you know, if it doesn't chew on something, its teeth grow into its brain. There was apparently an attempt to replicate this effect with an entire skeletal structure. They could never figure out how to stop the growths besides grinding them down after they start piercing the skin. I heard talk of bets being taken; apparently it wasn't uncommon for terminal malformations to occur. It wasn't unlike 042 whose endless bouts of energy pushed them to run until their muscles gave out. They supposedly died from a heart attack a few minutes later. Needless to say, those lessons stopped after a short time, but it still left me wondering just what was the plan for me? I felt fortunate, however lame dying from a chess game sounded, that whatever I had been tailored for didn't require me to suffer like the others...and then the implants came.

The dull pains in my head and chest made it hard to sleep. It was nice how I barely saw them coming, but whatever they had done, it was...different. In some instances I shook so violently that most sensation washed away besides it. I was always so cold and sick for a time after the bouts that I almost couldn't stand. The machines debated about rejection, though it was proposed that bioware implants often had rocky acceptance stages to installation, especially when the endocrine system is involved. The events gradually diminished my resolve, and by the time it happened, there was little I could do to fight the hands that stuffed me into what I came to know as an 'escape pod'.