Midna-Phobia

Muta-Gen

Glancing up at the door Raven’s wings twitched, spreading slightly before settling back between her shoulder blades, the black feathers glistening in the artificial light. The room was large, but simple; four walls all plain off-white with no windows to be seen. This was the ‘Muta-Gen Project’ section of the building, so the walls were thick and soundproof and there was no natural light or a single window to be seen in the entire section of the building. This was the recreational room of the section; it had two single white doors reinforced with steel; one led to a small bathroom and the other to a hallway that led to the other living areas. A group of New-Ins were due today. At least she guessed they were, it was always a little hard to tell in here, what with everything being controlled by external forces and no real light to tell when time passes so the schedule was the only thing she had to go off. She had lost count of the days she’d been here, had no idea what day it was, month, year even. She had no idea how old she was anymore. Glancing over at the corner she grimaced slightly, unsure what was worse; to remember the outside world and have a chance to miss it, or to never know that freedom at all. She’d never heard the small girl in the corner speak, so only knew her as ‘Sabrina’ which was what a lot of the guards referred to her as. As usual she sat in the corner quietly, drawing strange pictures at a little table that had been set up for her. Apparently she was a psychic, again all this was just things she’d picked up from bits of conversations, she’d never actually seen her use any of her powers but had mostly given up on trying to talk to her. She only ever got the silent treatment or nods and shrugs. She couldn’t really hold it against her though it must have been hard growing up in a place like this. The door opened and she looked up again, glancing over the new arrivals. Standing up she walked over to them, her wings extending very slightly as she walked. It was a small group this time, four all fairly young looking adults. Stopping in front of them she smiled gently. “Hi, look I know it’s probably not much consolation for all you’ve gone through but I wanted to welcome you to the project. My name is Lilly, but most people around here call me Raven for fairly obvious reasons. If you need anything, have any questions; feel free to let me know. I was one of the first arrivals here, so I am used to getting New-In’s like yourselves settled in. Oh… sorry New-In’s is the word we made up for newbies. Sorry about that.”

Muta-Gen

@ Alternax: I'd say just post it, if I have any issues I'll just send you a PM, I haven't really had any issues so far. I will be getting the RP up later today for me guys (I just got up and have to be at work really soon so I don't have time at the moment) but I should have the intro post up sometime later this afternoon my time (in about 7 hours).

Muta-Gen

Accepted <3 If I can get one more person I'd be happy to start :)

Muta-Gen

Name: Lilly Moore Alias: Raven Age: 23 Power: Feathered Wings/ Flight Limitations/Weaknesses: Her main limitations are her own physical fitness, since flying requires a great amount of energy and she isn’t allowed outside with proper space to practice her actual flying skills are sub-standard and would probably not hold up well in an outdoor environment. She also does not have the natural instincts of a bird, meaning she is rather clumsy and awkward in the air. Appearance: (Large black wings Name: Ashley Bines Alias: Sabrina Age: 11 Power: -Telekinesis: User can influence/manipulate/move matter with their mind. -Clairvoyance: The user can gain a direct visual information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the user's physical sight and allows them to act when they are unable to use their eyes. Limitations/Weaknesses: Being young she has very little control over her powers and she is usually afraid to use them, usually does so reluctantly and they can often escalate out of control very quickly. Appearance:

'Muta-Gen' (Mutant (x-men), modern, government RP)

There will be power limits yeah, can't go around having everyone be god-like but I'm going to kind of do a case by case deal. One thing I can't stand in these power things is if you decide to have multiple powers (which would probably be limited to 2 or 3) then they have to make sense together, please. So nothing like flying and fire powers, it just makes no sense. But something like fire and fireproof skin makes perfect sense. Here's the IC: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75998/posts/ooc

Muta-Gen

Character Sheet Skeleton: Name: Alias: (mutant name, assigned to you by the project) Age: Power: Limitations/Weaknesses: Appearance: (History and Personality will be worked out in character) ((Also I don't want it to seem unfair so if anyone has any issues with my CS, like they seem too GM then please feel free to PM me with your concerns <3))

Muta-Gen

People have been disappearing. It’s been on the news, but you never think it would happen to you. You’re wrong. Before you know it you wake up in a white room, alone. The next few days are full of pain as you are experimented on and tortured. Eventually, if you didn’t die first, you are cast into another room, with a bunch of other people this time. There, you find out you’re now the property of the government who have discovered a new gene in the human body that makes then susceptible to hyper-survival-mutation that they call the ‘Mutagen’. In simple terms, when faced with extreme danger or the threat of death the body will adapt to survive. Powers. Yep. You’re now a mutant, x-men style. What the government intends to do with you, well that part is fairly uncertain for now. Your days now consist of a very structured schedule, you sleep and eat when they tell you, you have limited free time to yourself but mostly you are in with others in similar situations to yourself or they are testing you, trying to encourage you to develop your powers, become more powerful. So this is my basic concept, I’m thinking everyone will be playing ‘new-ins’, which is a word the rest have made up for new arrivals after they finish the initial mutation process. This way everyone can be on a fairly similar page in terms of what they know etc. Some of you may be able to guess where the plot is going, but it’s a secret for now so spoilers/guesses.

Project Freelancer

As the doors lowered South looked around the artificial world, taking it all in. As they disembarked and moved into squads she made sure not to look at North, doing her best to hold her nerve. Still, when Carolina suddenly spoke to her she jumped, having been off in her own world for a moment. She was confused, at first, as to how he knew this but eventually decided to discard it. If he wanted to tell her then he would. Then again it could have been him guessing from her body language. She was sure she wasn’t doing the best job at hiding it. After a few moments of contemplation she eventually nodded, very slightly before replying. “Yeah. We’ll talk about it later.” Her words were short as Alaska spoke to her and smiled, despite her helmet. “He’s fine.” She assured her, going back to a global channel. Despite the fact that he was as protective as he was coming across he wasn’t nearly as serious as he was pretending to be. She stood up and looked over to Cal, glad for once to have the helmet hiding her emotions. She was doing an okay job at keeping her voice steady but her eyes would give away her fear in an instant. North moved over to Iowa, scanning the skyline and nodding in acknowledgement of the statement. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. I’ll head up there and get ready, you guys should hold off moving until you have significant cover, I should be able to warn you early about any patrols or guards headed your way, but these buildings are going to get in my way, I’ll have to move around to keep you in sight.” He said, more talking to himself than anyone else as he moved off, now in full mission mentality. It was an easy state for him, sometimes he preferred being in this state, the alertness and the slight buzz you got off knowing you’re in artificial danger.