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And do you enforce real life face claims?


Yeah I am. You can put a cartoon/anime if you really want
Cecily


"Hello there."

Cecily felt chills go up her spine. She squinted in the dark van but the light from the windows illuminated the pale face with blue eyes. She could have sworn it had been empty. Where had he come from? She had pinched herself quite a few times already but this was no dream. there was too much nonsense for this to be real. Maybe she had been drugged. In the few moments of silence to digest, she had come to the conclusion her family had been murdered and she was part of the attempted targets. She could remember the painful force of the bullet piercing her body then sudden blackness. A memory surfaced from the back of her mind. As the cops had dragged her away, she had felt the small bead-like object in her dress fall down to the floor with a faint ring. She had been shot. There was no mistaking the bullet going through yet it fell out.

She rubbed her temples, overwhelmed. Tears had been brimming in her eyes throughout the whole ordeal but it felt like she forgot how to cry. "Uh, hey. Where are we going?" She asked, deciding to accept that maybe he'd been in the truck and she hadn't noticed. Cecily had no room in her mind to try to decipher another nonsense event.


Alex
What's your stance on playing a hunter or a mutant who sides with hunters?


Perfectly cool with it. It's sandbox so you're free to make whatever plot.
Cecily


The light-wood polished floors were splattered with fresh blood. The white fur carpet under the dining room table and marble table in similar condition. Broken bits of glass from the chandelier were scattered across the table. The woman in the designer dress at one head of the table was lifeless, dressed up in beautiful jewels and her hair in a lovely updo, her head laid back against the chair in probably the least elegant pose it had ever been. Her eyes were fixated with an unfaltering gaze toward the ceiling as if it were so interesting she couldn't possibly rip the gaze away. The brown irises were eerily inert in their place. Accross the table of fine china, wine glass, and blood was a handsome middle-aged man in a suit just as expensive as his wife's dress, his head down against the table, his arms awkwardly pressed against it. His eyes were shut as if he were peacefully asleep.

Then there was Cecily. She too was strewn over the table as if she had needed a nap. Dressed in quite the lovely long-sleeved white lace dress, the blood was awfully visible over her chest. Her long dark hair was brought back into an elegant bun. From a faraway glance, they might have looked like a family of dolls a young toddler had awkwardly sat in the chairs. That is, if the child had a nasty affinity for violence and decided to douse the room in blood and litter the walls with bulletholes.

It was dark. The sirens of police, that were just a bit too late, wailed in the distance as they finally began to inch closer to the tragic scene. That was when one doll alerted to life. Cecily burst upward in her seat with a loud gasp. She looked around wildly, dimly aware of the feeling of what felt like a small bead dropping down the inside of her shirt. Panic filled her as her eyes darted back at forth at the scene, unable to adjust and process what was before her. She clutched the sides of her chair as something started to register and she bolted over to her mother's side, shaking her arm. "Mother... Mother... Oh God.."Her voice quickly choked up with emotion as she refused to let the reality of the situation sink in. It felt like a blur for Cecily from that moment on. Her own voice as well as the world around her muted as she tried to awake her parents. The police were at the scene shortly after. Cecily did not pay attention to what was happening, consumed by her shock. She became dimly aware of being outside rather suddenly, a coat wrapped around her and continuous comforting words from an officer that she had yet to look at and acknowledge. Cecily did not even recall receiving the coat. The one thing that startled her into reality was when she finally gazed around at her situation and found herself sitting in a the back of a van and not of a police car.



Yaaas










This is going to be a sandbox RPG where the plot is driven by us. The foundation is that we are in modern times and mutations have risen in humans. Mutants are very new within the last few years and the government is not reacting well at all to them. They are not publicly well known yet. Loosely based on shows like Heroes and the Gifted, you may find yourself hunted if you are too public with your ability and groups will be made to hunt mutants. It is up to you what you do with your abilities.

RULES:
- No God-modding
- 2 powers at most, only 1 character can have two powers if you have multiple characters
- Don't double post
- No Mary-sues
- Have as many characters as you are comfortable with
- Background and personality optional to those who prefer to reveal things IC

Character Sheet (Fully customizable but please enter the core information)
I am interested!

Jason

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"Yeah you're excused."Jason told her as Aidan had left. "Alex's been texted and I think Rose will be okay. Some crazy guy shot her but we have a good team of doctors here so." He came to sit by her as she asked and smirked back at her. "Yeah yeah maybe a little but you're still annoying."He teased. "So um Lucy told me what happened. Do you understand where you were, Shay?" He had seen the superior boys this morning, sure, but he hadn't expected things to blow up the very same night the very way they did. Shay didn't have much time to really reply because Alex came barging through the door. He looked around rapidly, eyes wild and his hair a mess. He had a few scratches on his arm but he looked relatively okay.

He finally locked eyes on them and ran over and clutched Shay's hand, "Oh baby girl... What happened to you?"He sat beside her and rubbed her hand soothingly. The poor guy looked more terrified and worried than Jason had ever seen him. However, Alex had seemed scared before he even saw Shay. Something must've happened to him too. Alex's eyes teared up. Jason was sure his worst nightmare was seeing Shay in a hospital bed. Jason sighed and rubbed his shoulder.

"She's going to be okay man."Jason assured him. "It's kind of a lot so let's just talk about what happened tomorrow-"He cut off seeing Alex's other hand. His palm was all black and had bits of energy coming off it at times like smoke. "Oh man, Alex. You really did yourself in.."

"What?"Alex glanced over his shoulder as Jason then at his hand, "Oh that. I don't know. Some weird guy grabbed my hand and put that there. I was going to try to just wash it off."

"You can't. "Jason said, "James might know what to do but he's not going to pay you any attention right now. Rose got hurt too."

"What the fuck is going on? Rose too? Why would the hell would James know what to do about some stupid dirt or whatever he put on my hand?"Alex asked frustratedly. He was becoming overwhelmed, probably by both things he was hearing through his ear and through his mind.

"It's a signaling power. It's like putting a tracker on someone. Someone has a bounty on you. "Jason explained, taking a seat beside him.

Alex furrowed his brows, "On me? I'm nobody I'd be worth like 5 dollars," he replied incredulously.

Jason shook his head, "Apparently not to somebody. For them to put that on you, you're worth at least half a million."

"I don't understand any of this."Alex said in a sad and quiet tone, then he turned his attention back to Shay, trembling. Jason decided not to push him any further for now.
"Eat your peas, Hazel."

Hazel glanced up at the sound of the young voice. A young teen girl had sat beside her at the white folding table. The cafeteria they sat in was not crowded by any means. Everything was white, giving the mood of a mental institution to those inside of it. There was only a good 6 tables in the small room. Nothing like the school cafeteria anyone might remember. Usually only up to four people were given lunch at a time. Today it was just her and this girl. Hazel was in a white top and pants and had her hair tied in a tight, clean braid. She felt like she had been enlisted into a cult. The young girl in front of her looked quite similar except her black hair was in a bun. Hazel didn't know her well and had yet to even know her name. She had been pushing her peas around with her fork when the girl spoke.

"What... Who are you?"Hazel inquired with confusion. There were a lot of people in the Immune Center. Things were different at district 4 than others. They had been collecting immunes and cutting off communication from other districts for years. People were pulled off the streets into vans and nothing of it would ever reach media outlets. It didn't need to. Everyone knew. It was an unspoken rule that you shouldn't walk around outside on your own too much. District 4 was probably the poorest of them all, lacking in food and medicine due to their isolation.

"My name's Sarah."The girl sat beside her. "You were infamous if you recall. Wanted signs on every corner."

"Ah, so that's how you recognize me. Why give nutrition advice to a criminal, huh? Stupid girl."She muttered and glanced at her fully this time. She was awfully young with a sweet face. Hurt registered in the girl's voice and she felt a pang of guilt.

"You were my hero. "She said and smiled despite her hurt feelings. "You gave my family canned food years ago and saved us from starvation. Just because the police and news made you to look like a villain doesn't mean the rest of us saw you as one."

"I mean I stole it for myself originally but I guess the sentiment's there."Hazel admitted with a sigh. She forced a smile for the girl, "I'm glad I was able to help you. I'm kinda cranky so don't expect much for me. What do you want? An autograph?"

The girl shrugged, "Everyone is when they get experimented on like rats. This is our life now though."

"This isn't forever."Hazel told her. "You have a family to get back to, Sarah, don't you?"

"No."She said a bit too nonchalantly for a girl her age, "Not anymore."

Hazel was still a moment before replying, "They killed them?" The faint sound of screams from the hallways could be heard throughout the conversation.

"Yeah. They were here with me too but I'm the only survivor now." The girl's eyes were wide and locked on the wall as she spoke. Poor thing was traumatized. "But at least I found you. You're my hero, Hazel. "

"Oh geez."Hazel said and tensed. She felt pairs of eyes on them. She knew they were watched at lunch but this was different. She glanced over her shoulder slowly and carefully to find a red laser pointed right in her eye. She inhaled sharply and backed up in shock. "What the fuck?!"

A series of loud gunshots boomed and echoed through the small room and Hazel expected to feel pain crash through her body but it didn't. She had shut her eyes on instinct, stumbling back into the table loudly and none-too-gracefully. When she opened her eyes, the young girl lay still on the floor, blood pooling rapidly under her body.

Hazel stared with wide eyes, slowly getting to her feet. "You... You people are barbaric."She managed as she looked from Sarah's body to the shooter. He was decked out in a helmet and body armor.

"This wasn't her lunch period. You know you get isolated lunch. You know consequences for sneaking out of the room. " A deep voice reached her ears but didn't even budge her rising emotions. The girl had snuck out to meet her. She had nothing. Possibly she had known she'd die but it hadn't even dawned on Hazel that she hadn't been accompanied in any of the days she had been here. "God I'm an idiot."She whispered and then glared at the guard. If it wasn't for the bracelets on her arms, she could tear him apart.

That was it. She glanced down at the bracelets. Something inside them had to be metal. She focused as the man came over to pick up the body, his words to a higher up into his embedded microphone becoming fuzzy background noise. A small piece of silver finally floated above the bracelet. She had to make the best use of this. She waved her arm suddenly and it went flying right into his eye. He screamed in agony and started to flail, holding his eye with one hand. She quickly tackled him and began to rummage through his pockets. "Come on, come on."she urged herself as the sound of rapid footsteps filled the room.

"Up on your feet with your hands in the air!"

When Hazel finally rose with her arms up, her wrists were bare. The expressions of horror on their face were priceless. She grinned maliciously as they all began to shoot at her. All the bullets stopped in midair and went flying back at them. She went into the hallways as alarms sounded, skidding past a blonde boy being led by guards the other way and a black-haired girl along the way as well. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't the hero Sarah claimed her to be. She had promised herself she was only looking out for number one.

She threw herself into run, making sure every light and metal fixture collapsed. The sound of things falling to the floor behind her was deafening to the point she could barely hear her heart racing. This was insane. She knew trying to escape was suicide. What was she doing?

She slid on the floor towards what looked like the exit only to be tackled down. "Kill her! Quickly!"
Great. She really had committed suicide. Heavy arms were shoving her down. Multiple. She tried to focus on removing the iron from their body but they were already working on putting her bracelets back on.

She squinted, trying to fight for dear life anyway only to find her body immersed in grass. Was there actually a heaven? She scrambled to her feet, feeling the heavy load lifted off her. She looked around, blood spilling from her nose to find herself facing the same blonde.
She started stumbling back in panic but he grabbed her shoulders firmly.

"It's okay. We're out." He said soothingly. "You're alright now."

"What?"She looked around wildly and then stared. The district four walls were right behind him. "How?"

"You broke our bracelets. They're made to be impossible to break but somehow you did it. I see why they had you isolated now."

"Okay but how did we get here?!"Hazel cried, breaking away from his grasp. She was losing it. What had they drugged her with?

He sighed, "I'm a teleporter. I needed a way out and you gave me it so in turn I figured I'd save you. Okay? We teleported outside the walls."

"I had to get a key to open my bracelets, okay?"Hazel said to him, still looking around in panic. "They obviously wouldn't give me metal brace-Oh but everyone else... got them." Everything clicked in. It must had been expensive to afford bracelets that were made of a strong enough material that could conduct electricity yet not be broken. Everyone else had gotten the standard and in her panic of destroying and throwing anything metal she must had taken his off.

"Yeah."He stated with a smirk, "I'm Alex. I don't know where you plan on going from here but I'm going to district 11 with my girl here."
Her eyes traveled to the black haired girl.

"Oh. Why?"Hazel asked after a deep breath. She wiped her nose on her sleeve and put her hands in her pockets, trying to chill out. She hated bugging and looking like an idiot. She was really out. After all this time, it took that Sarah girl to push her to do that. She swallowed, knowing her feeling of responsibility and guilt had aided that.

"District 11 is pulling immunes right now. My sisters included. "He said, his eyes watering, "I don't know how I'm gonna get there but I have to."

"Yikes. "Hazel said. She had never really known what having family felt like but it seemed to be some hell of a bond. "District 11 is very far. All the way in Virginia. District 4's in New Jersey."

"By car it shouldn't be as bad."Alex said, "I'm going to try to fix an abandoned one out here if it's salvageable."

Hazel gazed over her shoulder. There was a city nearby, clearly abandoned and a shit-hole, but sure to have vehicles inside. "But you teleport. "

"To places I've been."Alex replied.

"You've been outside the walls?"Hazel asked in surprise.

"That's what got me in that hellhole in the first place."Alex sighed. He glanced at the dark-haired girl and put his arm around her before looking sternly at Hazel. "You're coming with us."

"Is that force?"Hazel narrowed her eyes. "Why would I wanna go back to another facility after I just got out? You're on your own, lovebirds." She turned and began to jog before to the town, slowing a bit when he spoke again.

"Because I saved your life and you're going to be in shit on your own. We need to stay together." Truth be told, she was very powerful and Alex knew she'd be good to keep around.

Hazel turned to face him and raised her arm threateningly, energy engulfing the hand she raised, "I can pull out all the iron of your body right now. It'll be like getting shot by tiny little bullets, hundreds of them from the inside out." She grinned at him as she spoke.

"Alright but I can tell you're not a total piece of shit so I know you'll come with me. Consider us even. I'll make sure you are fed and kept safe. You won't end up in a place like that, okay? You're safe with us."

Hazel silently put her arm down but didn't budge, glaring at him. Trust issues were written on her face clear as day.

"That girl in there thought you were her hero. She risked her life to meet you." Hazel looked up in surprise as he spoke, "There are other kids just like her that need help. District 11 is being told the people they take are sick, not immune. They just started doing this so it probably is less guarded than District 4. If we go there and get my sister and maybe even more out, we might be able to come get the rest out here and everywhere. We could build something of a mutant army and we can stop this."

"Like that would ever work. I'm not interested in playing hero but I guess I'm grateful you got me out of there so I'll help you but don't you dare try to boss me around."She turned back toward the town and continued her stubborn march toward it, putting in a stubborn effort to not to give in too much.

"She's a character."Alex said with amusement to Shay.

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