Nytem4re

Echoes Of The Forgotten

Synopsis:

The last thing you can remember is going about your daily, normal life on April 10, 2015. So…. how did you wake up in this cell? You’re hard pressed to try and remember details, but nothing out of the ordinary really pops out at you. But your thinking is interrupted as sharp pains hit you. Checking the areas with pain, you discover a deep scar/tattoo, as well as what seems to be a circular seal at the bottom of your neck.. Were those... there before? That seems the least of your problems. There doesn't seem to be much power, as the light above you flickers once or twice, only long enough for you to see that the steel door to your cell has been jammed. The reinforced door pitifully attempts to close, but the low power prevents it's motor from doing so. Forcing the door open, you find that the hallway is almost pitch black, with a few dim lights here and there. You look back at your cell door, and find that there is a screen struggling to stay on. It has your full name, date of birth…. and an “admission” date marked 04/10/15. But another screen remarks that it is January 16, 2025. How is this possible?….

With no idea when or how you got to this strange place, you must try to retrace your steps. What exactly happened to you during your stay in this facility? Why has everything been brought into a state of disarray? With all the signs of life, where are the people?

You also find that you have gained some extraordinary ability… which seems to be caused and linked to your new scar/tattoo and seal.

Be careful though. As you have escaped your cells, beasts more sinister have as well…. and they seem to be attracted to you…. especially when you use your newly found abilities, which seems to be almost like a beacon to them… These monsters are through the facility, and they will chase you down, without rest, food, or respite.

Will you ever get out? Or uncover the dark secrets of this facility? Maybe find out the real reason you have gained your new-found abilities?

How about if you’ll survive first?

Rules:

Some basic groundwork.... No godmodding, meta gaming, mary sues or marty stus. If you have a problem with how the rp is run, or against another player, please PM me about the problem. I can't do anything about the problem if I have no idea what it is beforehand. If it's major, I'll eventually let everyone see the grievances and work something out. Otherwise, I expect everyone to get along.

This RP, being in the casual section holds up to casual standards. I'd like at least least three to four sentences, and of course, more is always welcome. I'm not a big stickler on grammar issues, but don't make obvious errors...

Please do not argue, or bait other people into flaming. If I see a full out fight erupt in OOC, or a fight in the IC that isn't about the plot and private grievances instead, I will not be one happy camper.

Suggestions and requests are welcomed. If you feel like you'd like to contribute, post something in the OOC or simply PM me.

Please don't put OOC chat in IC... It's distracting, and there's a reason why we have an OOC.

Don't just drop a CS and never say anything in OOC again. Communication is key after all.

I can't force you to stay. However, if you feel like or need to drop this rp, please tell me or another player. It would be appreciated.

CS Template
Name:
Gender:(Male or Female Only)
Age:(Age when abducted)
Scar/Tattoo:
Powers/Abilities:(I'm fine with most as long as it's not an insta-win kinda thing, as we generally won't be fighting each other.)
Personality:
Bio:(Life before abduction)
Other:

Accepted Characters:

DR_TRAPEZOID

Appearance:

Charlie is a man of average height, at 5' 11". He has a lean build, not extremely muscular, but not skinny either. His right hand is missing, simply a stub.

Name:
Charlie 'Lefty' Johnson

Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Scar/Tattoo:
He has a tattoo of an open palm on his right wrist, just above where his hand would be. It is surrounded by an intricate pattern that spirals up his arm, continuing on to his chest. The palm on his tattoo glows when he uses his ability. He also has a scar running around the circumference of his other wrist.

Powers/Abilities:
He has the ability to summon a fairly large hand (larger than a human hand, but smaller than a chair) to do his bidding: however, it has many restrictions, as he has learned. The hand has a 8 foot arm span, and the hand itself has 10 inch long fingers. The hand can only be 'spawned', when Hans makes a sacrifice of blood. It doesn't have to be a lot of blood, but he must bleed on the area in which he wishes to spawn the hand. Until the hand is dismissed, it cannot be placed again. It is noteworthy that although the hand can take a lot of damage, any pain felt by the hand, Hans feels as well. If Hans is hurt too much while commanding the hand, the hand will vanish.

Personality:
A bit cocky, Charlie doesn't believe in the word slow. He needs to have something occupying his mind at all times, he can't stand not being able to do anything. He is rather kind, although his temper is short.

Bio:
As a child, Charlie was raised by a good, middle-classs family. He was always close with his parents, and his older brother, whom he fought with, but otherwise got along with rather well. Things began to go downhill for him when his parents got divorced. He was still young when it happened, so he didn't really understand why. Something about his dad cheating. Mom always did take board games seriously.
Either way, it was a bad time for the whole family. His mom took custody of Charlie and his brother, however every now and again they got to visit their father again. Charlies mother was stressed a lot, which made Charlie stressed a lot. Eventually, everyone settled back down, but it was quite a few years.

For all of Charlies life, he had loved cars. As a baby, he played with toy cars. As he grew up, he watched NASCAR, and raced go-karts. He was a stupendous driver when he got his drivers license, and made up his mind as of what he wanted to do with his life. After years of practice, he became a professional NASCAR driver. It was his dream come true.

Then, the accident happened. He was racing, in a rather unimportant race. He considered it to be an easy win. But it didn't end well. Some amateur didn't know what he was doing, and flipped his car. Charlie slammed on the breaks, but it was too late. He was engulfed in a fiery wreck of twisted steel and rubber, as well as many other racers. He was awake, but in major pain. The only part of him that didn't feel anything was his right hand.

He woke up to a rhythmic beeping. He squinted in the white glare of the hospital room. He could tell he was on many anesthetics. He looked around, seeing his mother and brother in the room, as well as a doctor. The doctor said some things, but Charlie didn't understand much, other than "You're going to be fine" and something about his right hand. Hearing the comment about his right hand, he looked over at it, only to see it was missing, then proceeded to pass out.

When he woke up again, he didn't remember much, but he did remember that where he was was absolutely not a hospital.

Other:
N/A

Teapotshark

Name: Connie Baxter.
Gender: Female.
Age: 24 (when abducted).

Scar/Tattoo: The tattoo appears to spread out from its original scar at the base of her neck, across both shoulders, down her biceps and curled around the neck, in thick black lines that almost seem to resemble vines.

Powers/Abilities: Animal mimicry – can use/imitate animal abilities, i.e. run like an ostrich, swing like a monkey, sprint like a cheetah, move like a cat, take the strength of an ant, track like a dog, constrict like a snake, and so on. Cannot transform into animals, cannot mimic multiple animal abilities at once.

Personality: Connie is an intellectual and an easily fascinated young scientist. She considers even the slightest intrigue something to be studied and marvelled at. Biology and behavioural science makes her happy in the most giddy way, like a child on Christmas morning. As such, she has a very logical mind and values organisation. She's the type of person to think, plan and triple-check carefully before she makes a move, and this sometimes leaves her behind, and likely to panic if something is not planned. She experiences mild symptoms of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, with increased severity in times of panic.

Connie is friendly to most people, always happy to accept someone into her sparse social circle as long as they don't mind her spouting off animal facts, and while strangers tend to see her as a person stuck in her own world, she completely understands what's going on around her. She is only ever aggressive when upset or her work is compromised.

Bio: Before abduction, Connie was a junior research scientist at the Baxter Institute of Zoology, which her father formed a decade before her birth. Encouraged from a young age to study and work hard, she developed into a bright young woman. But the hours of studying meant that Connie had few lasting friendships and relationships were even rarer. She loved her work, and usually didn't mind if it got in the way of a social life.

She learned that study and work were an excellent distraction from the trials of everyday life. When her parents divorced, she sought comfort in her myriad of pets. Her father kept a good amount of both research animals and domestic pets in the house, and they acted as Connie's first and longest friends. She never quite understood why people were afraid to hold her snakes.

After high school and college, where she lagged in basic studies but excelled at her chosen subjects, her father gave her a job at his central research facility. Connie felt like she found her place at the institute, among people with an equal fascination to hers, and quickly befriended the other researchers. She conducted a number of studies into the social behaviour of animals, as well as the medicinal uses of animal biology, but never made any drastically new discoveries. Nonetheless, she was comfortable and happy. She wished for nothing more from life.

And then she woke up in 2025.

Other: Will add more later if necessary.

Soul

Sinpher is a tall, sharply-muscled man in his mid-twenties, with buzzed, pale brown hair and palish-tan skin that was formerly dark brown, though being on lockdown in an enclosed space has caused him to become paler than he was before. His eyes are a dry-white, not the milky gray that you would often see on most blind people. Lining his face on random intervals, looking as if there were cracks embedded deep into his skin, was the scars/tattoo engravings that the 'operation' had caused, giving the already intimidating former-businessman a wiser, more powerful appearance. (6'3, 190lbs)
Name:
Sinpher 'Sin' Legionaire

Gender:
Male

Age:
Before the abduction, Sinpher was in his mid twenties. (25)

Scar/Tattoo:
It is more of a series of scars, rather than a single scar and/or tattoo. All along his face, seemingly in a neat pattern of some sort, Sin has deep black, almost rune-like markings embedded deep within his flesh, formed in a clean, straight line. Once he uses his power, one could see the scars seemingly pulse a deep amethyst-purple, almost unnoticeable. Twin tattoos are on both of his hands, a deep purple in color, contrasting with his overall pale skin. They are in the form of an odd rune. He also has a side-effect of the abduction as well - his eyes, a pure white, making it seem as if he was blind.

Powers/Abilities:Telekinetic Prowess - Whatever the abduction caused, it has blessed...or cursed Sinpher with extraordinary abilities/powers...and it's all caused by his mind, and the odd power that links it to his scars. Sin has control over telekinetic energy, either the atmosphere's energy, or his own. This allows him to control the movement of objects either in his seeing range, or not, along with the ability to create constructs out of said energy.

Techniques -

Binding: to keep object/being from moving.

Levitation: to lift an object, e.g. raising a pitcher several inches into the air.

Telekinetic Choking: to strangle others.

Telekinetic Maneuver: to alter an object's directional course, e.g. changing what number a dice lands on or deflect an opponent attack.

Telekinetic Grip: to grasp an object firmly in place, e.g. keeping the tides from washing a friend away.

Telekinetic Pull/Push: to pull objects towards the user or to push objects away from the user, e.g. yanking a book off a shelf or sliding a cup across a table.

Spatial Sense: to "see" one's surroundings using telekinesis, e.g. sensing a target from a distance.

Telekinetic Blast: emit telekinetic energy to make blast that destroys and harms anything in it's path.

Telekinetic Compression: to crush an object, e.g. squeezing a chair into a ball.

Telekinetically Enhanced Condition: To use telekinesis to enhance the user's condition.
Personality:
Before the...'abduction', Sinpher was a cold, analytic businessman with an immensely intelligent brain. He cared nothing for other humanoid lifeforms, and generally kept to himself, either working to keep his business running, or to generally keep himself busy so that he wouldn't have to worry about anything that had to with his past life. His eyes, bright and the color of coal, was usually busy calculating every single thing that could either cause him, or anything he cared about, political or physical harm.

Waking up in the operation room...with only a small headache and a pulsing forehead, Sinpher wasn't any different then what he was back in 2015. He was still quiet, sharp, and calculative, with a penchant for intelligent conversation and direct, or, if necessary, sly dealings with other people. He's incredibly quick to adapt, as always, and isn't one to panic even in seemingly impossible situations. Though, he may have a kinder side inside of him, Sin isn't someone you shouldn't trust easily. That would be your first, and last, mistake.

Bio:
Sin was originally born in Africa, to a smaller tribe hidden away from the rest of the blossoming cities and civilizations. Both of his parents were terminally ill, while his sister was too young and frail to help out the family. Therefore, every day, he headed outside with the men of the village, collecting water, hunting prey for food, and even stealing when times got rough. It was during one night, when he was in the nearby forest, chasing an elk, that he heard the emergency horn. It was a piercing, shrill sound that reverbrated through his eardrums and shook him to his very core. Deciding to let the deer go, Sin had ran to this village, leaping over obstacles, and going as fast as his seven year old body would allow. It was then that he saw the burning remains of his village. Hundreds of emotions ran through him, but one in particular stood out. Rage. He hated anger, he was a pacifist, but he knew that the nearby tribe destroyed his village for not siding with them during the civil war. It was unforgivable. The little boy ran towards his mother's hut, only to see her dead, with her throat slit open raggedly. His little sister was no where to be found. His father? Probably being slaved off. Emotions taking over, Sin had collapsed onto his mother's dead body, swearing vengeance onto the Yoksho tribe.That night, once he was done crying, Sin was found by the militia from a nearby neutral tribe. He was then shipped off to the 'big city', scarred beyond belief, and forever changed from the warm little boy he was before.

At one point he as place into an orphanage, a little boy with a grieving heart and a scarred soul. He was adopted by a wealthy family of lawyers and entrepreneurs, and was immediately cast aside as someone not worth teaching or molding. Not at all put off by this, the young child took to reading and studying whenever possible, glad to be away from the brutal murdering of his former tribesmen and family. He excelled in private school, maintaining a pure 4.0 despite no former knowledge of the rudimentary knowledge most middle-schoolers go through. He was awarded with college scholarships as soon as he graduated high-school, and chose Harvard as his place of studying, majoring in business management. By then, he had completely locked away the memory of both his former and present family, focusing only on his work, and keeping the lock on the void that was his heart.

It was at that day...in 2015, April...that it all went dark.

Other:
Finished.

Echoes Of The Forgotten Casual Interest Check

I'll have the OOC up in a moment guys. Got home from a long day, but I did say the OOC was supposed to be up today.

Echoes Of The Forgotten Casual Interest Check

Wow, didn't expect this much interest. OOC will prob be up tomorrow.

Young Justice RP (IC & OOC)

Yurnero watched as the flying man was attacked viciously by both the man who named himself Legion, and the strange woman. He didn't lift a finger to do anything, as the two had taken care of the issue. But, at least he had met strong warriors. He knew not the customs of this place, but he waved towards both of them regardless. Besides, he had seen foreigners do so in the past as a greeting.

"I see I am not the only like-minded warrior here." Yurnero bowed politely out of respect. " I, am Exile. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Legion, you have already revealed who you are." Yurnero then turned towards the unknown woman. "May I ask of your name, fair lady?" Having this man and woman on good terms with him was in the best in his interests. A fellow swordsman, and one who could start fires at will... Good allies to have by his side anytime.

Young Justice RP (IC & OOC)

Dahlia Hawthorne said
Monkey Lord ignored my attack!

Lol, that gif tho

Echoes Of The Forgotten Casual Interest Check

The last thing you can remember is going about your daily, normal life on April 10, 2015. So…. how did you wake up in this cell? You’re hard pressed to try and remember details, but nothing out of the ordinary really pops out at you. But your thinking is interrupted as sharp pains hit you. Checking the areas with pain, you discover a deep scar/tattoo, as well as what seems to be a circular seal at the bottom of your neck.. Were those... there before? That seems the least of your problems. There doesn't seem to be much power, as the light above you flickers once or twice, only long enough for you to see that the steel door to your cell has been jammed, and it pitifully attempts to close, but the low power prevents it's motor from doing so. Forcing the door open, you find that the hallway is almost pitch black, with a few dim lights here and there. You look back at your cell door, and find that there is a screen struggling to stay on. It has your full name, date of birth…. and an “admission” date marked 04/10/15. But another screen remarks that it is January 16, 2025. How is this possible?….

With no idea when or how you got to this strange place, you must try to retrace your steps. What exactly happened to you during your stay in this facility? Why has everything been brought into a state of disarray? With all the signs of life, where are the people?

You also find that you have gained some extraordinary ability… which seems to be caused and linked to your new scar/tattoo and seal.

Be careful though. As you have escaped your cells, beasts more sinister have as well…. and they seem to be attracted to you…. especially when you use your newly found abilities, which seems to be almost like a beacon to them…

Will you ever get out? Or uncover the dark secrets of this facility? Maybe find out the real reason you have gained your new-found abilities?

How about if you’ll survive first?

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There's the story folks.

The seal will be metallic and circular, plain as can be, but I'd like to have the tattoos or scars to be up to the player to make. Get creative!

If there are enough people with similar powers, I will make those with similar powers share the same cell block... So they will start in the same area.

More info incoming when an OOC is made....

Any interest guys?

No Escape For Us (PRIVATE RP)

Slypheed said
Yup :lFeels like a job I have to do. Not something fun I like to do.

If you don't mind me asking... could you tell me the reason why?

No Escape For Us (PRIVATE RP)

Slypheed said
Welp...I'll just be taking my leaveHave fun ya'll

You're... dropping?

Young Justice RP (IC & OOC)

So basically there's going to be a clusterfuck at the burnt out building?

Ohhhh boy.

Young Justice RP (IC & OOC)

Yurnero brought his hand to his hilt.... But stopped, as there was another here.... Not a cop, but judging by his movements, a fellow swordsman. The unknown swordsman was able to kill a few police officers before disappearing, claiming he was Legion.... and that he was watching. Whether Yurnero should have been unsettled or glad that he was not the only honorable warrior in this city... He did not know.

But, there were still a few police officers to deal with.

Immediately, one of the officers fired his sidearm at him, but he quickly deflected it with the edge of his sword, and the bullet ricocheted and hit another officer.

The rest opened fire, only to see the bullets go through Yurnero's after image, for he had blinked behind them. In one fluid motion, he decapitated their heads in an overhead motion, and the officer's bodies soon fell to the floor as well.

But he started to notice that the flames that were engulfing the building began to subside.

Glancing upwards, he spotted a strange man put out the fires. It was a gut feeling... but he guessed that the woman that was on top of the building would not feel too joyful about that.