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Location: Laboratory room 12 - Subject Varanid
"Tell me, Subject Varanid, how are we feeling today?" A chipper, somewhat elderly woman in a lab coat said as she leaned over a young man with a clip board clenched in her hand. Dimitri sighed and shifted a bit on the examination table he was seated on, it had been the same routine for him ever since he'd arrived a little over a month ago, just enough time to get over the fact that his real name was barely ever used. "A bit better than last time doctor, the stiffness in my back and pain in my joints has disappeared." He said as the scientist scribbled something down on her clipboard, "I see, and how are we adjusting to our new extremities?" she inquired, eliciting a slight frown from Dimitri, "If you're referring to my tail, i'm learning how to control it, though it's still a tad bit weird-", Dimitri said as he slowly raised the six foot long appendage and gave it a small experimental flick "-as for my mouth, well, you can see for yourself." he finished before opening his mouth widely. The scientist leaned in to examine the two massive rows of sharp teeth that sprouted from Dimitri's gums, then snatched a small cotton swab from the the small tray next to the table and pulled on his forked tongue slightly, "Good, good. You seem to be in good health, perhaps even good enough to continue testing tomorrow, provided we continue your medication of course..
Dimitri retracted his tongue and snapped his jaws shut with an audible click, "Are you...are you certain? What if..." he was cut off by the scientist raising a gloved hand, "No need to worry, we've increased the dosage of your injections to ensure that another "incident" doesn't occur again.", "I don't know...", "Subject Varanid, need I remind you that you signed a legally binding contract? If you're not willing to participate we could always just send you back out.". The woman's threat to boot Dimitri out was a lie of course, but Dimitri had no way of knowing that, and as with every time the lie was used, Dimitri's reaction was to waved his hands frantically with a worried expression, "NO, no no no, i'll do the test! I don't want to go back to being homeless, please!" he said hurriedly. Unlike many of the others, Dimitri was one of the very few that had come to Fall of his own volition rather than being abducted, though when he'd agreed, he'd never imagined that 'just completing a few tests' would mean turning him into a mutant. Despite the transformation and testing, Dimitri felt as though his life was much better than it was when he'd lived in Ukraine, he had a place to sleep and three meals a day.
The scientist nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "It's alright, just continue to cooperate and i'll ensure that you continue to have a place to stay.". Dimitri sighed once more and nodded his head, "Splendid! Now then, we've also managed to finish setting up a spot for you in residential. Now, normally we'd hold you here in the lab for a bit longer, but given the fact that you've been so complacent with us from the start, your wait was shortened.", Dimitri perked up a bit, "You mean I won't be sleeping in that holding cell again?" he inquired, "Not unless you want to.". The woman ushered Dimitri off of the examination table and lightly grabbed his wrist as he towered over her, "Now then Subject Varanid, i'll show you to your room. Just continue to behave and we'll be able to do this without assistance from the security personnel.", "T-thank you..." Dimitri said sheepishly as he allowed himself to be dragged off towards residential.
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Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.
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There is some potential to be found here, mind if I throw in with you lot?
Appearance: Right here (for some reason I can never post pics on this sight, only links, sorry. :T)
Name: Dimitri Klitschko
Lab Number/ Title ((A Number/Title that Fall Assigns to Each Child)): Anima #001/Subject Varanid
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Experiment: Anima-46
Experiment Result: Subject's DNA has successfully been bonded with DNA from the species Varanus Salvadorii. Subject's results include an increase of muscle mass, leading to superior strength and agility. Subject Varanid's body sports multiple outer mutations, such as a muscular two meter long tail, two rows of sharp curved teeth, and a forked tongue. Further study shows that when placed under enough stress, subject varanid undergoes extreme mutations and adopts a much larger reptilian form, though this form is instinct driven, extremely aggressive and highly unpredictable.
Other:
-Dimitri is originally from Ukraine
-He's bi-lingual, speaking english as well as he does ukrainian, though he has a noticeable accent
-Dimitri tries to be relatively nice, though he's prone to rare but extremely violent outbursts due to an error that arose when scientists were rewriting his genetic code which led to the ratios of his human and reptilian DNA shifting frequently
-The constant shifts in DNA ratio are what allow his further mutation, and he requires medication to curb this and his outbursts
-He stands at 6'4" tall
Appearance: Right here (for some reason I can never post pics on this sight, only links, sorry. :T)
Name: Dimitri Klitschko
Lab Number/ Title ((A Number/Title that Fall Assigns to Each Child)): Anima #001/Subject Varanid
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Experiment: Anima-46
Experiment Result: Subject's DNA has successfully been bonded with DNA from the species Varanus Salvadorii. Subject's results include an increase of muscle mass, leading to superior strength and agility. Subject Varanid's body sports multiple outer mutations, such as a muscular two meter long tail, two rows of sharp curved teeth, and a forked tongue. Further study shows that when placed under enough stress, subject varanid undergoes extreme mutations and adopts a much larger reptilian form, though this form is instinct driven, extremely aggressive and highly unpredictable.
Other:
-Dimitri is originally from Ukraine
-He's bi-lingual, speaking english as well as he does ukrainian, though he has a noticeable accent
-Dimitri tries to be relatively nice, though he's prone to rare but extremely violent outbursts due to an error that arose when scientists were rewriting his genetic code which led to the ratios of his human and reptilian DNA shifting frequently
-The constant shifts in DNA ratio are what allow his further mutation, and he requires medication to curb this and his outbursts
-He stands at 6'4" tall
Don't mind me folks, just bumpin' the rp to keep it from moving further into the void.
If you happen to have the ingredients and tea bags or someone that can retrieve them quickly, might I suggest helping yourself to a cup of ginger-lemongrass tea with honey, Lex? It does wonders (at least for me) for congestion and sore throats. Depending on what ails you most, you can either use more ginger for clearing congestion -and giving it a nice little kick-, or more lemon and honey for your throat, which gives it a nice sweet/tart taste.
HNNNNG. Just when I thought I was through with O.H.F. you had to drag me back in Stryder you magnificent bastard! Welcome back to the guild by the way, i'd noticed your return, but never got around to it because i'm admittedly a lazy fucker sometimes. The same sort of applies with my lack of posting in the original O.H.F., though the other part was that I didn't feel as though I could properly reintegrate into the RP and keep things fluid, hence my dropping it. Apologies to everyone who was involved for not saying anything about that before. Well, now that there's a fresh start, I think i'll reintroduce the prince of voodoo himself with a few alterations, and quite being such a wordy bastard.
Name: Jacque La Croix
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Possessed Human (he still has control over his body, the spirit simply provides him with power and advice, though it can take over if necessary)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Position: Shaman/Sorcerer
Power: Due to his possession, Jacque boasts mastery over the arts of black, healing, and blood magic on par with that of a sorcerer well over twice his age.
Weapon: A cane sword, SIG P226, and a small bag filled with miscellaneous items that he can use in spells (i.e. plant seeds, small clay figures, and potions)
Personality: Jacque can be a tad bit rough around the edges sometimes, he's a rather detached fellow that tends to speak in a blunt and crude manner, more often than not refusing to sugar coat the truth regardless of what others might want to hear. Funnily enough as far as mannerisms go, Jacque behaves more or less like a gentleman most of the time, which often leads to quite a bit of shock from the people unfamiliar to him when he actually starts talking. He has a habit of having seemingly one sided conversations with his pet sumatran short-tailed python Coal.
Backstory: Originally a poor kid growing up in rural louisiana, Jacque spent most of his days caring for his ill mother, a woman who had at one point, been a highly accredited fortune teller and witch doctor among the more superstitious folk before she'd become sick. Jacque did whatever he could to care for his mother, doing things that ranged from taking small jobs here and there, to looting stores and working as a drug runner to pay for her medicine. Whenever Jacque's mother found the strength, she would sit her son down and teach him the things she had learned about voodoo from her own mother. Eventually Jacque's mother took a turn for the worst, and with medicine becoming too expensive for Jacque to pay for, he turned to what his mother had taught him in desperation. As it turned out, a few of the spirits where willing to listen to his plea, one loa in particular appeared before him claiming to be the son of the great Baron Samedi, it warned him of the dangers to come not only on earth, but to everything in creation. When Jacque inquired as to why he was told this, the loa stated that it wanted to bring balance, but was incapable of completely leaving it's own realm for more than a few moments without a vessel. A deal was then struck, the loa cured Jacque's mother, and in return, received a body that would allow it to achieve its goal. The two have been bonded for nearly a decade now, having travelled the world doing what they can to restore order to the universe.
Theme Song: Right here
Name: Jacque La Croix
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Possessed Human (he still has control over his body, the spirit simply provides him with power and advice, though it can take over if necessary)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Position: Shaman/Sorcerer
Power: Due to his possession, Jacque boasts mastery over the arts of black, healing, and blood magic on par with that of a sorcerer well over twice his age.
Weapon: A cane sword, SIG P226, and a small bag filled with miscellaneous items that he can use in spells (i.e. plant seeds, small clay figures, and potions)
Personality: Jacque can be a tad bit rough around the edges sometimes, he's a rather detached fellow that tends to speak in a blunt and crude manner, more often than not refusing to sugar coat the truth regardless of what others might want to hear. Funnily enough as far as mannerisms go, Jacque behaves more or less like a gentleman most of the time, which often leads to quite a bit of shock from the people unfamiliar to him when he actually starts talking. He has a habit of having seemingly one sided conversations with his pet sumatran short-tailed python Coal.
Backstory: Originally a poor kid growing up in rural louisiana, Jacque spent most of his days caring for his ill mother, a woman who had at one point, been a highly accredited fortune teller and witch doctor among the more superstitious folk before she'd become sick. Jacque did whatever he could to care for his mother, doing things that ranged from taking small jobs here and there, to looting stores and working as a drug runner to pay for her medicine. Whenever Jacque's mother found the strength, she would sit her son down and teach him the things she had learned about voodoo from her own mother. Eventually Jacque's mother took a turn for the worst, and with medicine becoming too expensive for Jacque to pay for, he turned to what his mother had taught him in desperation. As it turned out, a few of the spirits where willing to listen to his plea, one loa in particular appeared before him claiming to be the son of the great Baron Samedi, it warned him of the dangers to come not only on earth, but to everything in creation. When Jacque inquired as to why he was told this, the loa stated that it wanted to bring balance, but was incapable of completely leaving it's own realm for more than a few moments without a vessel. A deal was then struck, the loa cured Jacque's mother, and in return, received a body that would allow it to achieve its goal. The two have been bonded for nearly a decade now, having travelled the world doing what they can to restore order to the universe.
Theme Song: Right here
His body and mind rejuvenated by the brisk water, Cain slipped out of the palace courtyard, issuing a curt farewell to the guards standing at the front gate, and ignoring the strange looks that they gave him because of his wet hair and face. The knight began his trek back through the town to reach his home. Every now and then, Cain would stop to answer questions, reassure worried townsfolk, and entertain the children that stopped to gawk at him and his armor. As with every trek from the castle to his home, regardless of the fact that he was still tired, Cain stopped at a small bakery and purchased three sweet rolls and a large loaf of bread to bring to one of his neighbors and her children, a habit that he'd developed not long after the woman had become a widow.
"We're going to have a good harvest this year Olaf. While on patrol I found that the wheat had already grown higher than my waist. Between that and the pumpkin and spice patches, business once your wife starts making those pumpkin pies of hers. Speaking of Sheryl, how is she? I trust that she's gotten over that illness of hers?" Cain inquired as he watched an older and grizzled man packaging his order, "Aye, she has. Those herbs of yours did wonders for her, thanks. Between you an' me though, she couldn't get better a moment sooner, running this place alone almost makes me wish that I hadn't retired from my duties as a soldier!" Olaf said before patting his slightly bulging belly, "Then again, they may not take me back on account of this gut, my knee, an' my age. Heh heh heh.", "You never know old man, between you and me, we could use a few more seasoned fighters. After all, I turned out alright with your teaching. This new lot though, they can barely use their war lances on horse back without toppling over. Maybe I should take a page from your book and force then to ride logs down the river while trying to strike targets" Cain shot back jokingly. The men shared a short laugh at the idea before Cain bid farewell to his mentor turned bread baker and continued on his way home.
"We're going to have a good harvest this year Olaf. While on patrol I found that the wheat had already grown higher than my waist. Between that and the pumpkin and spice patches, business once your wife starts making those pumpkin pies of hers. Speaking of Sheryl, how is she? I trust that she's gotten over that illness of hers?" Cain inquired as he watched an older and grizzled man packaging his order, "Aye, she has. Those herbs of yours did wonders for her, thanks. Between you an' me though, she couldn't get better a moment sooner, running this place alone almost makes me wish that I hadn't retired from my duties as a soldier!" Olaf said before patting his slightly bulging belly, "Then again, they may not take me back on account of this gut, my knee, an' my age. Heh heh heh.", "You never know old man, between you and me, we could use a few more seasoned fighters. After all, I turned out alright with your teaching. This new lot though, they can barely use their war lances on horse back without toppling over. Maybe I should take a page from your book and force then to ride logs down the river while trying to strike targets" Cain shot back jokingly. The men shared a short laugh at the idea before Cain bid farewell to his mentor turned bread baker and continued on his way home.
My apologies for not posting as of yet, I was preoccupied by a few real life unpleasantries, though now I find myself unsure of what to actually write for my first post to properly introduce leech. To this uncertainty I issue a hearty fuck. :/
My apologies for not posting as of yet, I was preoccupied by a few real life unpleasantries, though now I find myself unsure of what to actually write for my first post to properly introduce leech. To this uncertainty I issue a hearty fuck. :/
"In space, no one can hear you scream"
_Alien
"We had all heard the rumors before. I mean come on, what salvage crew in sector three hadn't about The Argonautica? Hell, you could even visit one of the further sectors of the galaxy and still hear talk about the cursed ship that had been left adrift in the void after getting caught in the middle of a battle that had rendered it inoperable and its entire crew dead all those years ago. Cursed. Could you believe that? I sure as hell didn't, and neither did anyone else on the crew. Why would we? We were in serious need for money, and with those crazy rumors keeping everyone else from cashing in on The Argonautica we would have to be the biggest idiots this side of the Ursa Major not to cash in right? That was what I thought twelve hours ago, but not anymore. Oh god I was so wrong, WE were so wrong. We came aboard thinking this would be a cinch, then....then we started hearing things moving in the darkness and seeing shadows in the corners of our eyes. I thought it was just our nerves getting to us after hearing all of those tales and finally getting on the ship, but then, oh god, then I saw one of THEM. It was like nothing I had ever seen, I barely managed to avoid puking on myself before it came at us. It went for Barry, our security officer first, it *sob* it tore him in half, just...just right in two like he was made of nothing. W-we managed to get away, but one by one our team was picked off. Now its just me. I managed to lock myself in one of the barracks but I can hear them scraping at the door, and theres this god awful humming sound throughout the ship. *more sobbing* Sarah...Sarah baby, if you see this I just want you to know that daddy loves you very much sweetie. I love you so-"
The message cuts off there. You don't know how many times you and your team had watched the video that had come along with the distress call from The Argonautica. It was standard protocol for any extraction team to review a distress call's audio or video multiple times for the sake of memorizing who they were sent to retrieve and to get a decent idea of what they were walking into. But this time something seems different. You've all seen videos of people under attack, but nothing came close to the look of sheer terror on that man's face. Something about this mission just feels wrong, but you can't quite place your finger on what it is. Whatever the case, you've seen your fair share of crazy shit. This one mission can't be that bad, right?
Technically speaking, I tried this a bit earlier to no avail, but this is still more or less the first RP i've created on *this* sight, so i'm hoping it does fairly well. It's pretty heavily inspired by the Alien and Dead Space franchises, so be prepared for some gore and frights galore.
CS:
Appearance (pic, link, or description):
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Age:
Role:
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Personality (this WILL play a role in how you react to certain things):
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_Alien
"We had all heard the rumors before. I mean come on, what salvage crew in sector three hadn't about The Argonautica? Hell, you could even visit one of the further sectors of the galaxy and still hear talk about the cursed ship that had been left adrift in the void after getting caught in the middle of a battle that had rendered it inoperable and its entire crew dead all those years ago. Cursed. Could you believe that? I sure as hell didn't, and neither did anyone else on the crew. Why would we? We were in serious need for money, and with those crazy rumors keeping everyone else from cashing in on The Argonautica we would have to be the biggest idiots this side of the Ursa Major not to cash in right? That was what I thought twelve hours ago, but not anymore. Oh god I was so wrong, WE were so wrong. We came aboard thinking this would be a cinch, then....then we started hearing things moving in the darkness and seeing shadows in the corners of our eyes. I thought it was just our nerves getting to us after hearing all of those tales and finally getting on the ship, but then, oh god, then I saw one of THEM. It was like nothing I had ever seen, I barely managed to avoid puking on myself before it came at us. It went for Barry, our security officer first, it *sob* it tore him in half, just...just right in two like he was made of nothing. W-we managed to get away, but one by one our team was picked off. Now its just me. I managed to lock myself in one of the barracks but I can hear them scraping at the door, and theres this god awful humming sound throughout the ship. *more sobbing* Sarah...Sarah baby, if you see this I just want you to know that daddy loves you very much sweetie. I love you so-"
The message cuts off there. You don't know how many times you and your team had watched the video that had come along with the distress call from The Argonautica. It was standard protocol for any extraction team to review a distress call's audio or video multiple times for the sake of memorizing who they were sent to retrieve and to get a decent idea of what they were walking into. But this time something seems different. You've all seen videos of people under attack, but nothing came close to the look of sheer terror on that man's face. Something about this mission just feels wrong, but you can't quite place your finger on what it is. Whatever the case, you've seen your fair share of crazy shit. This one mission can't be that bad, right?
Technically speaking, I tried this a bit earlier to no avail, but this is still more or less the first RP i've created on *this* sight, so i'm hoping it does fairly well. It's pretty heavily inspired by the Alien and Dead Space franchises, so be prepared for some gore and frights galore.
CS:
Appearance (pic, link, or description):
Name:
Age:
Role:
Equipment (be reasonable here):
Personality (this WILL play a role in how you react to certain things):
Bio:
Quote (optional):
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As Cain exited the palace and looked out into the courtyard, he couldn't help but shield his eyes with a hiss of pain an displeasure as the sunlight beamed down upon him a bit brighter than he would have liked "Just a bit further and I can rest". The knight had no idea how many times he had repeated that statement, only that at this point it began to border on becoming a mantra for him. His leather clothing and pieces of armor only tired him even quicker once subjected to the sun's golden rays, though their weight wasn't of very much concern, rather, Cain was more worried about his thick gloves, bits of which he could feel decaying and falling from his hands as he grew more exhausted, "Not going to make it at this rate. Damn this curse, and damn to hell and back my grandfather for bringing this blight upon me!" he muttered. As Cain passed by the stables which housed the palace horses, the sight of the water trough that the horses drank from brought about an epiphany in the knight. Cain looked around to ensure that no one would see what he was going to do next before breaking into a full on sprint towards the trough and dunking his head in. The water was brisk, likely just pulled from a well, and it did its job wonderfully. Cain pulled his head back and gasped now wide awake for the time being, he wiped free from his eyes the hair that clung wetly to his face whilst muttering a silent thanks to whomever brought the water from the well.
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