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In The Animorphs → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ig was struggling to pry the door open when a woman with a skateboard used the board as a lever to pry the doors open. “Thanks for the assist, sorry about your board though.” He said in a quiet voice as the crowd that had gathered moved into the ship. He glanced wide eyed around the ship, it was something amazing to behold. As a kid he'd loved anything science fiction or alien related but never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd be lucky enough to set foot inside an alien ship. The technology of the ship was so far beyond anything he'd seen, a holographic globe of Earth, screens and buttons, a intricate control panel, the designs of the ships walls and, oddly enough a circle patch of what looked like grass. He was overwhelmed with awe and reverence that he was uncharacteristically quiet. Ig noticed the metallic blue fluid that splattered the walls was identical to that spilling from the alien's wounds.

The alien him self was magnificent; a centaur like creature with blue fur and almost human like face but lacking a mouth and having an extra set of eyes on stalks a top it's head. The alien had a long tail with a curved blade at the end and the alien held the blade in a way to protect an cube held in it's hand. The cube had an eldritch blue glow and it must be important as the alien seemed ready to defend it with his life. <Controllers?> The alien hissed softly but with malice at the group. It took Ig a second to realize the alien hadn't spoken the word but rather inserted it into his mind. That made sense, no mouth, the alien must be telepathic.

“Hey dude, we come in peace, is there anything we can do to help you?” He asked speaking softly and slowing hoping the alien understood English. He didn't want to spook the creature, that tail looked dangerously sharp and although the alien seemed weak his gut, and the look in the aliens eyes, told him this creature was a fighter.
In Run away supernatural → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Benji shrugged. “It was lonely but it beat being an experiment or dead.” He said not wanting her to feel sorry for him or anything. “Sparks huh? I wonder what inspired that name.” He said smiling and feeling somewhat honored that she had used one of his nicknames in her alias. “I've mostly stuck to changing my last name otherwise it gets too confusing for me. It wasn't all bad, I had a few adventures. I was running, full wolf, in Washington and got spotted by some campers. I guess they got a blurry photo of me, thought I was Big Foot and I ended up in a tabloid. I might still have copy of one at my motel you know if you want an autograph.” He said as they left the tunnel through the cave and ended up back in the forest. “Of course I'd prefer to have all my adventures with you.” He added then laughed at Paon's snoring. The guy was a bit heavier than he looked, Benji didn't have the strength Willa did but he could manage Paon alright.

“So did you want a normal breakfast cause I could always catch us a deer or some rabbits.” He offered looking around the forest. They were near the edge of the forest, not too far from the city. “We could always drop Paon off at my motel, leave him a note to call us when he's slept it off.” Benji offered. “Maybe find some trouble to get into in the city if your not up for a werewolf style breakfast.” He added in case she didn't want to eat whatever wild animal he could catch.

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Charlie felt a lot better that Maren seemed to share his concerns about the treatment of the supernaturals. At least he wasn't alone in his doubts. It was good to see she had a sense of humor about the witch or Wicca thing. It would be difficult for him to work with someone who was easily offended or lacked a sense of humor, not to mention how dull that would make the work day. “It's good to hear I'm not the only one a bit freaked out by it all.” He said, though the word torture made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to think about it that way, it made it sound evil mad scientists stuff. He cheered up when she mentioned donuts though. “You're awesome, I love donuts.” He said cheering up as she left. The fact that the office paid for food and coffee was great, although his parents had money Charlie hated having to ask them for it. He preferred to pay for his own expenses and paying for school took most of his paycheck.

His office door was closed for maybe five minutes before their was a sharp knock twice and a tall, gaunt man in his early fifties entered the room. “Good Morning Mr. Novak, as Mr. Right is currently busy you will be training with me today. I am Dr. West.” He said with a toothy smile that didn't reach his eyes and low authoritative voice. Charlie immediately stood up from his chair and felt like he was a teenager being summoned to the principals office. Dr. West was a good six inches taller than Charlie and had the posture of a military man. From what Charlie had heard West had been employed as a scientist by the military for several years before working in these labs. Dr. West had short dark hair peppered with gray and was slicked back. His eyes were cold and the color of gunmetal, his skin was pale and his features were sharp and angular. Dr. West made Charlie feel uneasy.

“Dr. West it's a pleasure to met you. I've heard great things.” Charlie said offering a handshake to the man. In truth what Charlie had heard from the others who had worked with Dr. West was that he was like a mad scientist from bad movie. “You can call me Charlie.” He added smiling.

“Follow me, Mr. Novak.” He said ignoring Charlie's outstretched hand, turning quickly and heading towards the area where they kept subjects. Charlie quickly followed a step behind him. “I have connects who would be very interested in your work on body armor. Another raid or two and we should have plenty of hides for you and new creatures to test your process out on. I believe incorporating an element of Phoenix would make the armor fireproof.”

“Yeah that sounds...good.” Charlie answered as he remembered all the different ingredients, parts of living creatures, that it would require.

“You sound unsure, having second thoughts Mr. Novak?” Dr. West asked.

“You've never wondered about it all? Some of them look like people, I just don't want to end up committing any ethics violations.” Charlie responded carefully, avoiding the unnerving looks Dr. West gave him. To this question however, Dr. West simply laughed.

“They may look like people but they certainly are not. They're not even animals. They are monsters just as vicious and abhorrent as those in the movies.” Dr. West said as he lead Charlie to room where through the thick glass wall they could see a fully transformed werewolf in chains and an armored man near the door with a high powered cattle prod. Charlie could guess how they encouraged the werewolf to transform. “Take this creature, a werewolf, while it appears human this is what it truly is. A creature of rage and violence, worse than a rabid animal, it would tare us both to shreds without a hint of remorse if it could. These things aren't like animals, they kill for enjoyment and if the human race is to survive we must keep them under control.” Dr. West spoke every word with cold detachment as they continue to walk and look at the monsters raging in their cages. “The only good that can come from monsters is to use them as we do here. To create things to better the lives of humanity. The stories of myth and legend come from bits of truth. Sirens and Mermaids luring sailors to their deaths, Dragons destroying whole villages and roasting men alive, fairies stealing children, witches curses, demons destroying lives. This is what we are dealing with here, Mr. Novak, evil and we use what they can offer for good while protecting humanity from their vicious ways.” Dr. West continued to explain until he stopped at a containment room near end of the long hallway. He gave Charlie a shove towards the glass just as a harpy threw itself at the glass.

Charlie quickly jumped back in fear and fell on his ass as he did. “What the hell?” He asked as he scrambled back to his feet.

“You see Mr. Novak? Your first instinct is to fear them. It is ingrained in us all as a survival instinct that these creatures are dangerous. Do you understand now Mr. Novak, what we work with, what they really are?” Dr. West asked him.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He said as starred the monster in the cage before him. Dr. West made a good point, all over the world there were stories of these creatures killing or tormenting humans. If that didn't come from a place of truth then why would these stories persist worldwide. Maybe this is what all supernaturals grew into; killers.

“Good. You can't think of them as people. That's the kind of wooly headed liberal thinking that leads to getting eaten. You don't want to end up eaten do you Mr. Novak?” Dr. West asked with an unsettling grin. Riling up the subjects just before the tour had been a fantastic idea, and Dr. West was sure that he had quelled many of Charlie's doubts.

“Well I did put on my resume that I was open to new experiences.” Charlie snarked with a slight grin as he was starting to feel more comfortable around his colleague. Sure Dr. West still gave him the creeps but if they were going to work together Charlie felt he needed to relax some.

“Excellent then I would like you assist me in extracting the hide from the werewolf we saw earlier.” Dr. West said as they headed back up the hallway. Charlie only nodded, he knew to be successful at his job he needed to have a mindset more like Dr. West, he needed to numb himself to these experiences.

It was several hours before Charlie made it back to his office, he'd gotten to know Dr. West a little better and Charlie felt like he'd done a pretty good job today. During the procedure he had thrown up twice but Dr. West told him he'd get used to it eventually and then the rest of the day they worked on perfecting his body armor more. West had assured him that it would go a long way towards helping protect soldiers and that he could pitch it to the military for him. Charlie felt a lot better knowing how his work could help save lives. He stopped by Maren's desk to see if there were still donuts left.

“Hey how's your day going?” He asked. "I feel like I've been here twice as long as I actually have. Got a lot done though."
In CLOSED. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In CLOSED. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In The Animorphs → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Ignatius Spirit Vaughn, goes by Iggy or Ig

Appearance:


Ig's 6'4, with a lean and wiry build, he has blue eyes and dark hair that's always spiked up.

Age: 17

Personality: Ig has never done well with structure or rules, as a kid he had a lot of freedom and is used to being able to do what he wanted. Having a lot of freedom from a young age made it difficult to really be rebellious and he naturally was drawn to the very few things his mom disproved of like smoking and fighting. Although he likes to think he doesn't care about other peoples opinions about him he frequently does things, usually stupid or dangerous, for attention. He's friendly and outgoing, he's used to being a part of a large community so he likes to have a lot of people around and he can get along with most people.

History: Ig's mom was one of those artistic hippie types and his dad, although not around, played in a Grateful Dead cover band. He's met his dad a few times and though he seemed like a cool guy he wasn't really the father type. His mother always encouraged him to have a free and rebellious spirit. His mother is an artist, a painter, and also works at an art museum. Ig had a fairly unconventional upbringing, he and his mom lived in an artists commune where he was home schooled by his mom and the other residents. While he liked the freedom he had living there, Ig was never the hippie type. He was always sneaking out and going to punk shows, getting into fights and eating red meat which are some of the few things his mother disapproved of.

When he was fourteen his mom moved into her own apartment after she started to become more successful as an artist. She wanted Ig to have a slightly normal high school experience and didn't really have the time to keep up with home schooling. It was a difficult adjustment for Ig to have to deal with all the added rules and structure and to be expect to sit still and pay attention for hours at a time. His does well in art classes and English, he's descent with science but he's barely passing math and history classes. He and his mom have two pets, one blue and gold macaw named Ringo, and a Dutch Shepard named Rollins.


Skills: Endurance, fast runner, and a scrappy fighter.
In The Animorphs → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ig walked threw the mostly deserted south west part of the city, it was late out and there weren't too many people around. He kicked a partially flattened beer can, which he had been kicking since he left the show, and headed in the direction of the mall. He'd been at a punk show that had just ended not too long ago and the adrenalin from the show still coursed through him and his ribs still ached from the small fight he'd gotten into outside. It had been a friendly fight, he'd shared a few beers and a joint with the other guy afterwards. For Ig a good fight every now and then helped him feel more relaxed and more connected to himself, the same way some people felt after meditation. His mom had requested he tried the whole meditation thing once, a lot of boring sitting around and breathing, it was like torture. The best way to truly feel alive was punk show, beer, and fight.

He gave the can one last kick into a gutter as the parking lot of the mall came into view and he hoped he had made it before the mall closed. Ig wanted to buy some overpriced treats for Rollins and there was a store in the mall that had the dog's favorites. He searched through the pockets of his jacket until he found a pack of cigarettes. He lit up his cigarette and took a long drag as he felt rumble through the ground. His first though was an earthquake, a fairly common occurrence in California, but his instincts told him differently. He saw a flickering of lights in what looked like an empty parking lot and then an unearthly metallic spacecraft.

Ig immediately thought this had to be some kind of movie being filmed or a maybe a prank show but as far as he could see there was only a small crowd of people and no cameras anywhere. He took another drag of his cigarette before flicking it away from him and sprinting towards the spacecraft. Either he was about to be on TV or he was going to see an actual alien. He stopped just an few feet from the door of the ship and admired the ship, it was cool. Someone in the small group that had formed around the craft asked if there were people inside.

“People or Extra Terrestrials?” He said with child-like excitement as he impulsively walked towards the door and tried to help the door which was struggling to open. The glow of other worldly light shown through the edges around the door. “If someone's trapped inside we should help.” He said as he tried to get a glimpse inside the ship.
In Run away supernatural → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Benji took a second to try and recall where all he'd been in the past few years. “After the raid I stayed on the other side of town for a few days but I never heard from anyone, so I got as far from there as I could. I figured it was safer to keep moving, town to town, city to city. I guess I've been all over, after a month or so in the same place I get on a bus or plane and go somewhere new.” He explained as they headed up the stairs. The crowd around them kept them anonymous and it seemed that there security was focused on keeping people out rather than in.

“Let me help carry him.” He said referring to Paon, not because he thought she need help but so they looked less suspicious. “If we both carry him, an arm over each of our shoulders, it looks like two people carrying their drunk friend home rather than a gorgeous woman carrying a guy around like he's a sack of potatoes. It'd draw less attention and no one will be wondering just how strong you are.” Benji suggested, there had already been a scientist round up the night before and he was worried they might be out looking for suspicious people to grab. The top of the stairs lead to a smaller tunnel and an exit through a cave and several guards near the entrance. If he had to guess the entrance was probably magically protected to keep people out but he doubted it would be keeping people in.

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Charlie snapped out of his almost trance like state and stood up when Maren walked into his office. He'd been so self absorbed when he walked in he hadn't even said hello, he wasn't used to having an assistant but he still felt bad about being rude. “Hi, sorry about earlier, I guess I just don't notice the little people anymore now that I'm up here.” He said joking, then realizing he didn't really know Maren very well hoped she didn't take that the wrong way. “Joking, by the way, and I'm good on coffee for now, but thank you.” She had mentioned the unicorn horn and he noticed he was still fiddling with it.

“You know I didn't believe in this stuff either, I mean I though the samples labeled fairy dust or griffin blood were some kind of code to keep their ingredients secret. Kind of wish that was the case you know, I don't know do you ever feel like this is all kind of frakked up?” He said somewhat awkwardly. Then he wondered if he should express his doubts out loud but he didn't think Maren was out to get him in trouble with his bosses or anything. “It's probably just me. Using lab rats for the first time really freaked me out so unicorns and creatures that look human will probably take some adjusting to.” He said as he put the horn back into his desk.

“If anyone gives you trouble about how you dress just send them to my office and I'll handle it. I can promise you that your religious beliefs will never be a problem for me. I don't want a lawsuit or anything.” He said smiling. “Do really witches ride brooms?” He mused as an afterthought. “Not that I'm implying you would know I was just wondering aloud.”
In The Animorphs → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
hoping it's not too late to join this

Name: Ignatius Spirit Vaughn, goes by Iggy or Ig

Appearance:


Ig's 6'4, with a lean and wiry build, he has blue eyes and dark hair that's always spiked up.

Age: 17

Personality: Ig has never done well with structure or rules, as a kid he had a lot of freedom and is used to being able to do what he wanted. Having a lot of freedom from a young age made it difficult to really be rebellious and he naturally was drawn to the very few things his mom disproved of like smoking and fighting. Although he likes to think he doesn't care about other peoples opinions about him he frequently does things, usually stupid or dangerous, for attention. He's friendly and outgoing, he's used to being a part of a large community so he likes to have a lot of people around and he can get along with most people.

History: Ig's mom was one of those artistic hippie types and his dad, although not around, played in a Grateful Dead cover band. He's met his dad a few times and though he seemed like a cool guy he wasn't really the father type. His mother always encouraged him to have a free and rebellious spirit. His mother is an artist, a painter, and also works at an art museum. Ig had a fairly unconventional upbringing, he and his mom lived in an artists commune where he was home schooled by his mom and the other residents. While he liked the freedom he had living there, Ig was never the hippie type. He was always sneaking out and going to punk shows, getting into fights and eating red meat which are some of the few things his mother disapproved of.

When he was fourteen his mom moved into her own apartment after she started to become more successful as an artist. She wanted Ig to have a slightly normal high school experience and didn't really have the time to keep up with home schooling. It was a difficult adjustment for Ig to have to deal with all the added rules and structure and to be expect to sit still and pay attention for hours at a time. His does well in art classes and English, he's descent with science but he's barely passing math and history classes. He and his mom have two pets, one blue and gold macaw named Ringo, and a Dutch Shepard named Rollins.


Skills: Endurance, fast runner, and a scrappy fighter.
In Run away supernatural → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Benji stayed close to Willa in case they needed to go invisible. It took awhile to reach the train station it had already been pretty late when they'd gone down into the tunnels so he was guessing it was getting close to morning by now. Gradually the tunnel widened until they came across a section with a train and a huge crowd of people. He could pick out a few distinct scents of supernatural species he was familiar with, many he was unfamiliar with, and many who smelled like people though many supernaturals did smell like regular people. The space that wasn't taken up by the train was packed with people who were trying to board the train and some who just seemed confused. He caught another familiar smell and his eyes narrowed. He looked around for the source until he locked eyes with cat that was being carried by one of the other people in the tunnel. The cat hissed at him and Benji growled at the beast feeling his predatory instincts flair up. The woman holding the cat gave him an annoyed glare as they walked by and the smell of the prey animal reminded him how hungry he was as he hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before.

“That looks the way out of here, you wanna check it out?” He said pointing to some stairs that led up above the train and into another tunnel that he guessed lead back to the surface. “We could get something to eat? If you know where Paon lives we could drop him off at his place so he can get some rest.” Benji suggested.

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The sound of his alarm woke Charlie early the next morning. He rolled out of bed, showered, and got ready for work. He didn't have any classes today so he had decided to go in early, he need to become acclimated to his new role there and wanted to desensitize himself with the use of the supernaturals and the whole extraction process. As he brushed his teeth he half listened to a news story over the radio about destruction of and around an old abandoned theater. Before he left his apartment he cleaned up the take out boxes and beer bottles from the last few nights that had gathered around his kitchen. He threw his hat on and headed to work, stopping for coffee on the way there.

He headed straight for his office and managed to miss running into anyone who wanted to chat. Charlie was too lost in his thoughts for small talk anyway. He unlocked one of the desk drawers and pulled out the unicorn horn Right had given him the night before and sat in his chair looking at the horn. It was heavier than it looked and the base where it had been removed from the unicorn was smooth and expertly cut. He wondered if the removal had hurt. He knew he had to actually start work but he allowed himself a few minutes to settle in as he reminded himself that he was going to good here, he was going to make sure his research helped people and mad up for whatever cruelty went on here.
In Run away supernatural → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Benji glanced back at the strange new girl who casually mentioned her sister was like a founder to the scientists and had provided them with their first pet. He also chuckled when she mentioned she'd been mistaken for Poseidon. “Mistaken for the Earth-Shaker, you? I find that hard to believe.” He said as she looked nothing like the older bearded man of myth. “If your looking to stop anyone who helps the scientist then I am more than willing lend a hand.” He offered when she mentioned stopping her sister.

Willa seemed to be itching to get going and Benji felt uncomfortable around the Supernatural Underground anyway. He did like that they had scotch to share but waiting around to meet up with a bunch of humans or this new girls crazy sounding sister certainly didn't sound like fun. He paused and sniffed the air. “Well that way smells like more humans,” Benji said gesturing in the direction the platform was already heading. He paused as the scent of something he could really only describe as heavenly was distracting him. He had no idea what the stranger was but he'd never smelled another supernatural like her before, he was curious about what she was but it was a rude question to ask, and, in his experience, most supernaturals preferred to keep that a secret from strangers. “and I'm not sure which way exactly is a good exit.” He said as he followed Willa who carried Paon as if he weighed nothing, which didn't surprise him any. Benji half-shifted, improving his night vision, sense of smell and hearing as well as quickening his reflexes.

“Coming with us or staying, Earth-Shaker?” He called back to the woman with the trident as she smelled trustworthy. “So, Red, you think we're going to be mortally wounded by traps, wander around until we starve or captured by that new chick's sister?” He asked mostly joking. “The only strong scents down here are in the direction of the Undergrounds' train and I'm guessing that would be the best way to get out of these tunnels, they must have a way out that isn't on the train. We might even be able to sneak around them.” He suggested, although none of the options seemed choice to him.

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Charlie starred wide eyed at Dr. Silas, he couldn't believe his luck meeting two of the greatest minds in the field on the same day. It took him a few seconds to remember to speak. “Very nice to meet you Dr. Silas, sir. I look forward to working here, near you guys.” He said as Mr. Right went to look into the alarm situation. Dr. Silas lead him to another area to wait while the situation was sorted. “Does this happen a lot?” He asked in reference to the alarm and was about to ask what it meant but the sound quickly stopped. “Right seems very efficient, kind of interesting that a supernatural would help us but I guess he must be a bit more civilized than the rest.” Charlie said casually, trying to probe for some kind of information. Did most of the other supernaturals believe this work was important and support it the way Right did or was he rare? Did he gain something from doing this that made it worth it and were others offered similar deals? Maybe some of the subjects were volunteers.

Charlie didn't have much time to think as Rigth quickly returned with a horn. “Unicorn horn?” He asked though he was pretty sure it was. “If you take a unicorn's horn does that just make them a horse?” He asked wondering aloud. He also wondered if unicorns were endangered and if taking their horns was equatable to poachers taking rhino horns. If they just became regular non-magical horses after their horn was removed and maybe got to go live on a farm or something then taking a unicorn's horn might not be so bad.
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