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Ayyy, I'm an 18 year old American teen getting ready for college. I like reading stories, gaming, and RPing. How are ya?
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I'm interested in 'Mutants' and the 'Orphanage for Unusual Children'.
I'll see about getting it up tomorrow, when I wake up or something. ^^ I'll be sure to contact you if I need a co-GM, Kaithas.
Yeah, this was getting a tad...odd.
Zed tilted his head as a shorter, smaller, and generally...meeker looking boy said that his name was Jr. He gave a small nod, but his crimson eyes quickly began taking a small...'head count' of every boy and girl he could see in the large corridor. The snake-guy who hissed something fierce, the shy Jr. guy, the black-haired girl, the naïve girl from before, and judging from the sounds coming from the hall behind him...there was another person coming. Maybe someone else hiding. He nodded to himself again, looking around him before 'sheathing' his claws. The only one he could see as 'useful' for finding out more stuff was the snake guy, and he seemed to be on edge right now.
"Welp, nice meetin' you guys, but I have to see what in the Hell's going on here."
Zed snickered, touching his palm and seemingly grasping something, He pulled hard, and a 4-feet long, incredibly sharp bone was taken from the pale hand. He twirled it between his fingers, before giving another salute and walking casually farther down the corridor. "I need to find an office...or something. This has to be some sort of torture...hospital? Asylum? Prison?"
Zed tilted his head as a shorter, smaller, and generally...meeker looking boy said that his name was Jr. He gave a small nod, but his crimson eyes quickly began taking a small...'head count' of every boy and girl he could see in the large corridor. The snake-guy who hissed something fierce, the shy Jr. guy, the black-haired girl, the naïve girl from before, and judging from the sounds coming from the hall behind him...there was another person coming. Maybe someone else hiding. He nodded to himself again, looking around him before 'sheathing' his claws. The only one he could see as 'useful' for finding out more stuff was the snake guy, and he seemed to be on edge right now.
"Welp, nice meetin' you guys, but I have to see what in the Hell's going on here."
Zed snickered, touching his palm and seemingly grasping something, He pulled hard, and a 4-feet long, incredibly sharp bone was taken from the pale hand. He twirled it between his fingers, before giving another salute and walking casually farther down the corridor. "I need to find an office...or something. This has to be some sort of torture...hospital? Asylum? Prison?"
I'm interested, and I believe that I understand it all. I'll be watching. ^^
CRACK
A high-pitched curse emitted from the surrounding darkness.
Zed growled audibly, emerging from his hiding spot and stretching his arms above his head, seemingly in pain. The long, jagged white spear he had held in his hand earlier was nowhere to be found, although there was now another sort of bone spear emerging from the man's chest. Or was it pierced? Regardless, it was obviously giving Zed a sort of amused, yet annoyed discomfort. The boy concentrated, and the bone swiftly absorbed itself into his body.
"Ah, man that was a WEIRD feeling." Zed gave the three others a half-salute. "Yo, call me Zed. Like 'Dead'...but 'Zed'. It sounded fitting-"
A stab of pain flashed in his brain, and Zed ducked backwards, just as an odd boy fell nearby, before jumping up and hissing like...a snake? A grin, not unlike his regular smirk, formed on his face, and Zed slowly brought his hands up, fingers now long, jagged, and lethally sharp claws.
A high-pitched curse emitted from the surrounding darkness.
Zed growled audibly, emerging from his hiding spot and stretching his arms above his head, seemingly in pain. The long, jagged white spear he had held in his hand earlier was nowhere to be found, although there was now another sort of bone spear emerging from the man's chest. Or was it pierced? Regardless, it was obviously giving Zed a sort of amused, yet annoyed discomfort. The boy concentrated, and the bone swiftly absorbed itself into his body.
"Ah, man that was a WEIRD feeling." Zed gave the three others a half-salute. "Yo, call me Zed. Like 'Dead'...but 'Zed'. It sounded fitting-"
A stab of pain flashed in his brain, and Zed ducked backwards, just as an odd boy fell nearby, before jumping up and hissing like...a snake? A grin, not unlike his regular smirk, formed on his face, and Zed slowly brought his hands up, fingers now long, jagged, and lethally sharp claws.
Ah.
Completely forgot about this. If you guys want, I can write it up now? I'm busy with summer-school, camps, and Scholarship stuff, but I should be able to GM a RP.
Completely forgot about this. If you guys want, I can write it up now? I'm busy with summer-school, camps, and Scholarship stuff, but I should be able to GM a RP.
Zed momentarily stops his jog, running a gray hand through his river of white hair. "Yeah, sure." he smiled, mentally wondering why the girl would trust a random guy in a dark hallway.
A long, jagged, and sharp lance made of pure bone began jutting from his forehead like a horn, heading swiftly towards the back of the girl's head, but Zed paused. Why would he kill her? Other than the fact that it would provide a momentary realm of entertainment...it would generally be stupid in the long run. He sighed, reaching up and breaking the bone spear off of his forehead, leaving a curving, jagged bone 'horn' jutting from his forehead, hidden slightly by his long white hair.
"Alright, let's see who else is here..." he muttered, twirling the bone spear through his fingers before clenching it in his hand, running forward to reach past the small girl, and into another corridor. He saw a black-haired girl, and another male, both standing in the hall. A disembodied chuckle escaped his chest, and Zed slipped to the wall, keeping to the darkness as he moved closer to listen in on their conversation. He didn't know what was going on either. The teen momentarily glanced over at the other Hallway, hearing Lynn walking towards the tiny group.
"This should be interesting information..."
A long, jagged, and sharp lance made of pure bone began jutting from his forehead like a horn, heading swiftly towards the back of the girl's head, but Zed paused. Why would he kill her? Other than the fact that it would provide a momentary realm of entertainment...it would generally be stupid in the long run. He sighed, reaching up and breaking the bone spear off of his forehead, leaving a curving, jagged bone 'horn' jutting from his forehead, hidden slightly by his long white hair.
"Alright, let's see who else is here..." he muttered, twirling the bone spear through his fingers before clenching it in his hand, running forward to reach past the small girl, and into another corridor. He saw a black-haired girl, and another male, both standing in the hall. A disembodied chuckle escaped his chest, and Zed slipped to the wall, keeping to the darkness as he moved closer to listen in on their conversation. He didn't know what was going on either. The teen momentarily glanced over at the other Hallway, hearing Lynn walking towards the tiny group.
"This should be interesting information..."
The room was oddly silent...
A tall, abnormally thin figure sat huddled on top of a metallic 'bed', which was more of a torture table rather than an actual comforting cushion. Not much was distinguishable at first glance. The figure was male, obviously, and his hair was a dull, yet shiny white that flowed down his head, shrouding his body in a haze of long locks of hair. His skin was a pale gray-ish white, white odd, rune-like markings dotting over the skin at random intervals, a glowing crimson in color. Crimson eyes glinted in the dull lighting.
"...I...am Zed."
The whisper was sudden, considering the heavy silence that had plagued the room for the past hours. The voice came from the teenager sitting on the bloodied torture table - nothing but a whisper. The voice was relatively deep, with a lilting undertone that had a hypnotizing ting. 'Zed' suddenly chuckled, and then coughed, his voice changing once more.
"Zed. I like that." It was the same deep tone, but instead of the lilting, musical, sad tint to it...the voice was now demonic in tone, sounding as if multiple men were speaking at once, with different emotions and mentalities. Zed looked up, white hair falling backwards to reveal his narrowed crimson eyes, abnormal smirk, and noble features. He gave a glance around him, at the countless corpses - some decapitated, others eviscerated, and even some with their throats, lungs, and innards ripped out. Oddly enough, he felt no remorse, disgust, or sadness.
If anything, he wanted to laugh.
"Corpse Party, right? Hah!" he stood up on shaky legs, noticing quickly enough that nothing covered him other than a flimsy towel. With a snort, he ripped it off of his body and began tearing clothing articles off of the different corpses, matching them up into something that he wouldn't mind wearing. In the end, he had on a pair of ripped jeans, indescript sneakers, and a heavily torn lab coat that looked more like a half-jacket/cape. He kept himself shirtless, showing a surprisingly muscular and lithe torso that was dotted and scarred with numerous crimson tattoos and scars. "That's more like it..." Zed rolled his neck, feeling the bones pop into place in a familiar sense of pained enjoyment. He flexed his fingers. The bones rippled once again.
"Interesting!"
He clenched his right fist. Accompanying the sound of tearing flesh, 5 pure white bone 'claws' jutted from each finger tip, although no blood followed this transformation. Zed's grin changed into a confused grimace, before the smirk was back. Interesting indeed. Retracting his 'Bone Claws', and jutting them out again, this time in both hands, Zed nodded and retracted them once more. "Now, let's see what's going on here." He shoved open the door that closed his 'torture room' from the outside world, being hit face-first with a blast of coldness. The metallic corridor caused another chuckle to escape the white-haired teen, and he entered the hall, turning around just as a crying girl ran past him.
"What." he murmured, giving her back a glance before jogging languidly after her, and towards the sound of other voices, not knowing that his sharp-toothed grin and appearance could be seen as frightening to a confused looking girl. "Yo, woman, what's going on here?!"
A tall, abnormally thin figure sat huddled on top of a metallic 'bed', which was more of a torture table rather than an actual comforting cushion. Not much was distinguishable at first glance. The figure was male, obviously, and his hair was a dull, yet shiny white that flowed down his head, shrouding his body in a haze of long locks of hair. His skin was a pale gray-ish white, white odd, rune-like markings dotting over the skin at random intervals, a glowing crimson in color. Crimson eyes glinted in the dull lighting.
"...I...am Zed."
The whisper was sudden, considering the heavy silence that had plagued the room for the past hours. The voice came from the teenager sitting on the bloodied torture table - nothing but a whisper. The voice was relatively deep, with a lilting undertone that had a hypnotizing ting. 'Zed' suddenly chuckled, and then coughed, his voice changing once more.
"Zed. I like that." It was the same deep tone, but instead of the lilting, musical, sad tint to it...the voice was now demonic in tone, sounding as if multiple men were speaking at once, with different emotions and mentalities. Zed looked up, white hair falling backwards to reveal his narrowed crimson eyes, abnormal smirk, and noble features. He gave a glance around him, at the countless corpses - some decapitated, others eviscerated, and even some with their throats, lungs, and innards ripped out. Oddly enough, he felt no remorse, disgust, or sadness.
If anything, he wanted to laugh.
"Corpse Party, right? Hah!" he stood up on shaky legs, noticing quickly enough that nothing covered him other than a flimsy towel. With a snort, he ripped it off of his body and began tearing clothing articles off of the different corpses, matching them up into something that he wouldn't mind wearing. In the end, he had on a pair of ripped jeans, indescript sneakers, and a heavily torn lab coat that looked more like a half-jacket/cape. He kept himself shirtless, showing a surprisingly muscular and lithe torso that was dotted and scarred with numerous crimson tattoos and scars. "That's more like it..." Zed rolled his neck, feeling the bones pop into place in a familiar sense of pained enjoyment. He flexed his fingers. The bones rippled once again.
"Interesting!"
He clenched his right fist. Accompanying the sound of tearing flesh, 5 pure white bone 'claws' jutted from each finger tip, although no blood followed this transformation. Zed's grin changed into a confused grimace, before the smirk was back. Interesting indeed. Retracting his 'Bone Claws', and jutting them out again, this time in both hands, Zed nodded and retracted them once more. "Now, let's see what's going on here." He shoved open the door that closed his 'torture room' from the outside world, being hit face-first with a blast of coldness. The metallic corridor caused another chuckle to escape the white-haired teen, and he entered the hall, turning around just as a crying girl ran past him.
"What." he murmured, giving her back a glance before jogging languidly after her, and towards the sound of other voices, not knowing that his sharp-toothed grin and appearance could be seen as frightening to a confused looking girl. "Yo, woman, what's going on here?!"
I can see our two characters getting along splendidly!
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