So this is the one thing I'm still puzzled with...
Hornet guy acts aggressive (like hornets tend to do).
Wolf guy acts like a pet dog .
Cheetah is hyperactive.
...
How the FUCK is a star fish supposed to act?
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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste discerning in his choice of ramen. I'm a Canadian student currently living in Germany to do my Masters. I enjoy sports, martial arts, reading, writing, videogames and draw inspiration from all of these for my roleplays.
As for RPs, I like many different topics but only ever join one or two at a time. Any more than that, and I run out of time to write, so my quality really starts to slip. The upside of this is that I almost never drop an RP unless everyone else deserts it. If you see me apply to yours, it probably means I'm in for the long haul.
As for RPs, I like many different topics but only ever join one or two at a time. Any more than that, and I run out of time to write, so my quality really starts to slip. The upside of this is that I almost never drop an RP unless everyone else deserts it. If you see me apply to yours, it probably means I'm in for the long haul.
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Did this die? I hope this didn't die.
*grabs AED*
CLEAR! *Zot*
*grabs AED*
CLEAR! *Zot*
((IM NOT DEAD YET!))
The door to Evan's cell pulled open, leaving Evan to nearly fall flat on his face (he was using it for support). Regaining his balance, and staggering out of the cell, he headed towards the man who called himself 'Father'. Waking up with no memory in a cell, having weird growths on your limbs, and a massive headache was not the best way to start a day, nor did the unusual circumstances endear this 'Father' character to Evan. ... But, he had NO idea what was going on, and if was going to get any sort of information, maybe his 'father' could help him.
Staggering down the path clutching his temple with one hand, and trying to fight off this migraine he was getting, he walked over to the man and let himself down on the couch with a heavy thud, wondering what he was going to be told.
"Evan?" Father asked. Father went to put a gentle, but firm hand on his shoulder. "You don't look so well. Are you okay? There's an infirmary? Do you need to go there?" Father's voice seemed to show genuine worry and care.
"I'm.. Fine. Why. Can't I remember anything, and why do I get a massive headache every time I try?" Evan shook the hand off... he was just.. just.. It was just irritating when he was like this. Eventually his migraine started to subside again, and his face lost it's expression of pain. "What happened here, and why am I like this?" He motioned to the spines on his arms.
Father leaned back in relief and folded his hands together. "You can't remember anything because some sorry low-life broke in here and drugged you. Pretty much your brain is forcing you not to remember, that's probably the headache. I don't know though, I'm not that kind of doctor." He stated. "What happened here and why are you like the way you are? Well this is your home, you were born here and raised here and you are just like you were when you were born." He stated simply. "My son."
If Evan had been able to remember anything, he might have immediatly dismissed the statement that he was born this way as complete fiction, but he was confused, had a headache, and couldn't remember a thing. It struck him as odd, considering he didn't think he was always like this, but he didn't exacly have any proof or reason to disagree with the man, unusual circumstances aside. "Alright.. So.. What are we going to do here? And.. Where's Mom?"
"Well, we've been given home here and I'm supposed to help train you." He stated. "Since you guys are so special, 'they', want to turn you into special people. People that stop bad people. Really bad people." Father said. "For example, the things on your arm are a great defense." He sighed as he heard the question about his mother. He pulled out a silk handkerchief from his lab coat and wiped his eyes. "It's never easy, your mother, she died some time ago in a plane crash..."
"Oh... Right, I think I heard you saying something about that..." Evan felt like he should have been sad, after all, apparently his mother was dead. ... But he just couldn't form any sort of emotional attatchment to the words. Perhapse that was because he just didn't remember anything, so he couldn't really miss what he never thought he had. "Alright..." Evan scratched his head. He really didn't have any other burning questions, prefering just to see what happened. "Thanks. I don't have any more questions." He pulled him self to his feet, and got ready to walk back to his cell, inspecting the spikes on his arms that his 'father' had said would be a great defence. They were certainly hard. And sharp, he found out when he accidentally pricked a finger. Maybe it could be used as a weapon too..
The door to Evan's cell pulled open, leaving Evan to nearly fall flat on his face (he was using it for support). Regaining his balance, and staggering out of the cell, he headed towards the man who called himself 'Father'. Waking up with no memory in a cell, having weird growths on your limbs, and a massive headache was not the best way to start a day, nor did the unusual circumstances endear this 'Father' character to Evan. ... But, he had NO idea what was going on, and if was going to get any sort of information, maybe his 'father' could help him.
Staggering down the path clutching his temple with one hand, and trying to fight off this migraine he was getting, he walked over to the man and let himself down on the couch with a heavy thud, wondering what he was going to be told.
"Evan?" Father asked. Father went to put a gentle, but firm hand on his shoulder. "You don't look so well. Are you okay? There's an infirmary? Do you need to go there?" Father's voice seemed to show genuine worry and care.
"I'm.. Fine. Why. Can't I remember anything, and why do I get a massive headache every time I try?" Evan shook the hand off... he was just.. just.. It was just irritating when he was like this. Eventually his migraine started to subside again, and his face lost it's expression of pain. "What happened here, and why am I like this?" He motioned to the spines on his arms.
Father leaned back in relief and folded his hands together. "You can't remember anything because some sorry low-life broke in here and drugged you. Pretty much your brain is forcing you not to remember, that's probably the headache. I don't know though, I'm not that kind of doctor." He stated. "What happened here and why are you like the way you are? Well this is your home, you were born here and raised here and you are just like you were when you were born." He stated simply. "My son."
If Evan had been able to remember anything, he might have immediatly dismissed the statement that he was born this way as complete fiction, but he was confused, had a headache, and couldn't remember a thing. It struck him as odd, considering he didn't think he was always like this, but he didn't exacly have any proof or reason to disagree with the man, unusual circumstances aside. "Alright.. So.. What are we going to do here? And.. Where's Mom?"
"Well, we've been given home here and I'm supposed to help train you." He stated. "Since you guys are so special, 'they', want to turn you into special people. People that stop bad people. Really bad people." Father said. "For example, the things on your arm are a great defense." He sighed as he heard the question about his mother. He pulled out a silk handkerchief from his lab coat and wiped his eyes. "It's never easy, your mother, she died some time ago in a plane crash..."
"Oh... Right, I think I heard you saying something about that..." Evan felt like he should have been sad, after all, apparently his mother was dead. ... But he just couldn't form any sort of emotional attatchment to the words. Perhapse that was because he just didn't remember anything, so he couldn't really miss what he never thought he had. "Alright..." Evan scratched his head. He really didn't have any other burning questions, prefering just to see what happened. "Thanks. I don't have any more questions." He pulled him self to his feet, and got ready to walk back to his cell, inspecting the spikes on his arms that his 'father' had said would be a great defence. They were certainly hard. And sharp, he found out when he accidentally pricked a finger. Maybe it could be used as a weapon too..
Well I feel like disgusting, so I won't be going anywhere tonight.
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Which coincidentally means that for the next 4 hours, I will be 100% free to PM if you want to do a conversation with Evan.
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Which coincidentally means that for the next 4 hours, I will be 100% free to PM if you want to do a conversation with Evan.
I'll go last. Would give time for Evan to calm down anyways.
Well I don't like leaving people behind, but sometimes you wait for one person, and while that happens, two other people lose interest. I would not be adverse to kicking things into drive again.
I swear if this dies on us after the first round of posts, I'm gonna be mad. I liked this idea.
Evan... Was that his name? Evan... Evan. Evan woke up with a splitting headache, and incredibly stiff. It felt like he had just been hit by a ... what was the word? Truck? Truck. When he opened his eyes to look around, he found himself in a pure white room with bars at the entrance. That was... Odd... it felt familiar, yet completely alien. Did he-As Evan started to try to remember what happened leading up to him getting here, his headache returned at full force. "Gah!" Curling up into a ball to endure the pain, and closing his eyes to try to block out the spots that were dancing infront of them.
When the pain subsided, he looked around again, this time examining himself, wondering why he was so stiff.
The cause was almost immediatly located, as he saw rock like spikes jutting out of his arms and legs. ... What the hell? What was this? He tried to remember again, encountering the splitting headache for a second time, though the only thing he could remember was that he was not always like this... might not have been always like this. His memories were so scrambled, and he was in so much pain from the headache that he descided to not even try to access the rest of them.
Slowly staggering to his feet, with an audiable crackling noise, Evan completely ignored the dresser as he took one shakey step after another. Making his way to the bars (for he heard some sort of commotion going on outside) with increasingly steady steps, he pounded on them. "IS ANYONE THERE?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
When the pain subsided, he looked around again, this time examining himself, wondering why he was so stiff.
The cause was almost immediatly located, as he saw rock like spikes jutting out of his arms and legs. ... What the hell? What was this? He tried to remember again, encountering the splitting headache for a second time, though the only thing he could remember was that he was not always like this... might not have been always like this. His memories were so scrambled, and he was in so much pain from the headache that he descided to not even try to access the rest of them.
Slowly staggering to his feet, with an audiable crackling noise, Evan completely ignored the dresser as he took one shakey step after another. Making his way to the bars (for he heard some sort of commotion going on outside) with increasingly steady steps, he pounded on them. "IS ANYONE THERE?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
Alright, rock and roll, time to get started!
Well I may not be constantly online, but I guarantee not to drop out. Lots of stuff is keeping me from lurking this site 24/7, but I'm positive I'll be able to post atleast once a day.
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