i finished my first IC! Its crude and basic, but I will get better. I need to learn more about the Role-play, Setting, Characters, and Lore before I can get better posts up.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Fuck my life... Jace thought quietly to himself as he began to regain conciseness. He lay spiraled on the ground in a tiny box, just big enough to lift his head. It was dark, cold, and smelled like steel. He heard muffled talking behind the walls of his tiny prison, too soft to make out. Suddenly, the top of the box opened up, light flooded onto his body and cool air filled his lungs again. He lifted himself up, pushing against the walls for support. He slithered out of the box and into a bigger room lined with metal panels on the floor, walls, and ceiling. Lights were aligned perfectly on the ceiling too, and one of the walls was a huge window. There were people in white coats walking around the room behind the window looking at other rooms like his, talking to each-other, working on computers, or writing on desks. Other people wearing armor and holding weapons were paroling around the room too. Three people in white coats and a person in armor were looking directly at him through the window, fascination splashed all over their expressions. "what the hell are you..." one of the men said. "We should call Orwell about this... Quickly! Call him right now!" another said. "yes sir!" the man in the armor said as he turned around and headed out the door. This doesn't seem so bad... Jace thought. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Orwell! Come on... Pick up the phone!" The security guard yelled as he dialed Orwell's number again. "fine... I'll just leave a goddamn message..." he muttered. "Hey Orwell, sorry for calling at this time... We have something you will really like to see! Please come down to containment sector 9 right away!" he ended the message and sent it. "Did you get him?" The scientist said behind him. "No... But I left a message." "Great... We cant start tests without a board-members approval... We can wait though..." The scientist said as he walked out the door. "Warning! Containment breach in Containment Sector 9! Code Black! Code Black!" the automated alarm system called as the emergency lights turned on. "Shit... Shit! Shit! Shit!" The Security guard shouted. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Jace watched the people outside curiously, studying them. Suddenly, a strange voice sounded through the rooms, "Warning! Containment breach in Containment Sector 9! Code Black! Code Black!". The lights flickered and flashed, the computers went black, and un-powered doors unlocked. The Containment field in his chamber flickered once, twice, and went down, exposing the plain glass. Jace moved towards the glass, eyeing it curiously. He reared back and punched it lightly, leaving a tiny dent in it. He hit it again, harder. It made a small crack. Some of the Security looked at him in shock, pulling out their weapons and aiming them at him. 14 guards... not a good outcome... Jace thought. He moved away from the damage he'd caused and rested on the floor. The security guards calmed down, but still stayed to guard his chamber.
- Specimen 12 can cause mental trauma to any one target it chooses within a 5 foot radius as long as the target is not blocked by physical matter.
- Specimen 12 can "phase" through non-physical matter within a 10 foot radius, allowing it to "Teleport", however, "Phasing" takes a few seconds to minuets (depending on the distance the target area is), and it is still a physical object that can be hit. It is just moving faster.
- Specimen 12 can connect itself to other beings it can see, allowing it to have very minor influence over the target. The effect lasts for 1-3 hours. The effects can be fought however, and any damage (physical or mental) dealt to ether the influenced target or Specimen 12 will damage both. If Specimen 12 is damaged, normal damage will be dealt to the influenced target. Any damage dealt to the influenced target will cause twice as much harm to Specimen 12 (pain only, not physical damage).
Skills:
Due to Specimen 12's memory loss, it currently has no skills
Weaknesses:
Specimen 12 has powerful psionic power, but it lacks in physical power. It is frail and weak, and can lift no more than 5 kg. It is also slow in movement speed, hovering 2 feet off the ground. It is easily hurt and has little to no endurance and armor. It can only consume the fear and hate of others minds. If Specimen 12 cannot receive its food source, its psionic power weakens, and if exposed to gas-form lead, it instantaneously falls unconscious and will not awake until it has been removed from the environment and given 5-10 hours to retain consciousness, and if exposed to gas-form steel, its psionic power is disabled entirely until it is removed from the environment. Also, mechanical entities/objects (drones, droids, mechs, e.g) are immune to its abilities. Additionally, Specimen 12 has an extreme vulnerability to electricity. Lastly, Specimen 12 is contained in a controlled environment for studying and is occasionally locked in Cyrostasis.
Brief History: Jace Kane was once a scientist in the tower. He had a mother, a dying father, a wife, and two kids. He filed papers, conducted research, and delivered files, messages, and notes to other co-workers. He was transporting some files from his office to the board, as they requested, but something wasn't right. He decided to investigate. Suddenly, as he turned around the corner, a massive explosion blasted him out a window and onto the street. In the confusion, he hid in the sewers in hopes of seeking shelter from the debris. After he hid, he began to change. His body in massive pain and a headache that felt like his mind was being torn out of his head. His hands suddenly shaking, changing, mutating. His fingers turned into claws, his hands into talons, his legs dissipated and a tail sprouted behind him. His mouth, ears, and nose fused with his face and his eyes... his eyes fell out of his head. After such a horrific change, he couldn't recall who he was, or even what he was. His memory quickly fading until nothing was left. His mind an empty desert. He was left alone in the sewers with no memory of who he was and a body he didn't know.
Whatever or whoever Jace was, was gone. He had turned into something entirely new. A strange creature that seemed to enjoy watching people suffer and causing fear, trauma, and mischief. It had stalked people through the sewer vents and manhole covers, tricking people here and there and occasionally making one or two run for the hills. its playful nature made it a little ambitious and curious, so it decided to leave the safety of the sewers, just for a few moments. It lifted the manhole cover and slipped outside. It could feel the cold city air brush past it. It felt happy, for a few moments. A scream echoed nearby. It turned towards the noise to find a human civilian standing there with a look of horror. The civilian quickly pulled out their phone to dial a number and fled. What a welcome... It thought. It took a look around, curious to find out what was around. Some shop stalls littered the alleyway, a dumpster was lined nicely in the corner of the two buildings, and a news TV was on a street post, the news reading: "Triple Homicide by an unknown Para in the Exclusion Zone. MPD still investigating and reminds civilians that that area is dangerous and off limits as the buildings are deemed unstable..." It inspected the nearest stall. It was unoccupied, but it had a few goods lying on the table. Before It could search further, it heard something behind it. "This is the police! Stand dow.... what the hell?". It turned around slowly to find a man in a mechanical suit holding a gun in his hand. What makes you think I should? it thought telepathically to the man. Before the man could respond, it used an imaginary hand and grabbed the mans brain and began to squeeze. The man dropped down to his knees holding his head and screamed. More police arrived right after and one of the men shot it with a taser. It yelled out in pain and released the other police officer, trying to find the will to stop the others, but it couldn't. Couldn't move, couldn't do anything, couldn't stop the pain. It started to falter, screaming and screaming until it went limp, the world fading around it. It heard trucks pull up, and in its last moments of consciousness, it heard someone. "Pack it up, bring it to containment".