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[Talkingcamara2]

Greetings...

There's a little research facillity several miles out in the wilderness, far from human populace. Top-notch scientists from all over the world are gathered here, performing experiments on rats, dogs, apes, and many other kinds of animals. Here, many breakthroughs in scientific research have been made, many life-saving.

However, not everything is as it seems... Yes, many of the world's top scientists have made life-changing discoveries here. But there is a cost. Underground, there are many lower levels with the highest security possible. Armed guards stand at watch, ensuring everyone who enters and leaves is permitted. And here is where the true research begins. In a secluded room, there are giant iron cages, too big for rats or guinea pigs. Here, human test subjects are stored, and experimented on. Human rights are non-existant here, and all human test subjects are treated lower than dogs or mice.

Though not all the abused bodies in the cold, dark cages are human. They have been made into... something more. Their bodies have changed, to satisfy human curiousity. Most don't know what they are, what they were, and what they shall become. All they know is the endless torture that will never end for them. Through the darkness, their cloudy brains comprehend a single thought...

Is this all I was born for?

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Plot

In this world seperated from normal human life, you are one of two kind of people. Either you're one of the filthy rich researchers, or you're one of the tortured souls called test subjects.
If you are a researcher, you have your own rules, too. If you speak a single word, even to your spouse or family, about the human research, you and your entire family are to be immedietly executed. Once you work here, you are never allowed to quit, unless the CEO gives you permission. You've been thoughrally trained before-hand how to handle the test subjects you have been given, and you may have been here long enough to have seen some of the younger subjects born.
If you are a test subject, then you know what life is like. You were born into this life, stipped of every ounce of human freedom and dignity, forced to live in cages that don't even allow you to stand up. You're allowed bathroom breaks three times a day, and in between, you're forced to hold it or relive yourself in your cramped prison. The researchers are merciless- no ammount of crying, pleading, or begging will stop the ongoing experiments. You can't write, and you can't read past a gradeschool level. You're name is only a number, depending on when you were born. And your most prominent feature... You're more than likely not human.

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Plot Advancement

★After an escape attempt by Number One and Two, which killed one man and left Two with a broken rib, the scientists decided to cut off One's wings. Then Dr. Moorey attached the wings to Number Six.
☆Dr. Oxford broke the rules in secret, and gave Number Five a cookie. His pregnant wife went into early labour, and died in the procedure. The baby was born dead, and he's been seeing Number Five in secret, mostly at night. The two have gotten attached to each other, and have the beginnings of romantic feelings, despite the gap between Scientist and Test Subject.

ALL ROLEPLAY MEMBERS - PLEASE READ

On the 6th of March, there will be a special event that will be massive and life changing for both scientists and test subjects. Please be sure that by this date everyone has RP'ed up to the same point in time, so that this event can be put into play without any holes.

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Rules

-Do not join unless you're going to be active. If you have to go for an extended ammount of time, let me know. If you don't post for 7 days, I will delete your character and let someone else have your spot.
-Please read below Welcome and Plot. Theses are important, make sure you fully understand what's going on.
-As of right now, escaping isn't possible. I've got something exciting in mind for the plot. If you want to have your character try and escape, go for it, just don't allow them to succede.
-Scientists are strictly human. Test subjects can be a variety of races, just look below Test Subjects. If you want your character to be a race not listed, PM me and I'll consider it. (Note that furrys include nekos, werewolves, werecats, and anything else animal-like in nature.) They can be a maximum of 3 races mixed, the only options being the ones listed farther down the page.
-No god-modding. You all know what this means. Give and take a few blows, make it realistic. You are not invicible, do not make yourself so extremely powerful that nobody else has a chance against you. No god-modding also means have drawbacks to powers.
-Try to avoid mary-sues. I don't care if your character is the twin of someone in an anime, what I mean is balance your characters out. Is your character extremely good-looking? Then balance them out by knocking down their intelligence a few points, or maybe saying they're extremely clumsy or cowardly.
-Test subjects are allowed to have powers, but a heavy metal anklet restricts them. Only during tests are subjects allowed to use their abillities, and that's during heavily controlled situations. Subjects rarely try more than once to take off their anklet, because thoes that try are rewarded with agonizing pain.
-Gore and cursing are fine, just don't go overboard on the cursing. Nudity is fine, just no sex. If any characters have sex, just time skip.
-Make sure you type up atleast two full lines each post. If you have an imagine or something similar beside your test, then you're required to type the equivelent of two lines without the image. I'll exscuse this rule once in a while, I understand writer's block and a partner that isn't cooperating. Just don't make it into a habbit and you'll be fine. But if I see this repeated, I'll start deleting your short posts.
-You don't need me to accept your profile, just post it at the profile page and then you can roleplay your heart out. But to show you read all this, put a heart after your character's name.
-Literate roleplay. No text-talk and that kind of stuff, the occasional typo is fine. Just don't type liek dis.
-If you aren't having fun and are not enjoying yourself, let me know in the RP or send me a PM and I'll try to help you out.
-Please make sure that the role you want is not already taken! I don't want a war over a position.
-You may have as many scientists as you want, but please be fair and have only one character of each test subject race.
-Every test subject that exists was born into the facillity, and knows nothing of the outside world. Subjects are told that the outside world would kill them if they left. They're not allowed clothing, it's not needed. It's not embarrassing for them, either, because they're used to it. Keep in mind the world your characters live in, they know only the endless research done on them and their bodies.
-Note that while dragons can exist, they exist in human form. You can say that's not their natural form if you want, and that their true form is that of a dragon. However the anklet restricts them to human form.
-Please keep names in accordance to age. An age chart is provided below.

Numbers and Ages Available

Age 01- 151-160
151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160

Age 02- 141-150
141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150

Age 03- 131-140
131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140

Age 04- 121-130
121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130

Age 05- 111-120
111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120

Age 06- 101-110
101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110

Age 07- 91-100
91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100

Age 08- 81-90
81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90

Age 09- 71-80
71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80

Age 10- 61-70
61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70

Age 11- 51-60
51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60

Age 12- 41-50
41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50

Age 13- 31-40
31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40

Age 14 21-30
21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

Age 15- 11-20
11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

Age 16- 1-10
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10


Warned and Banned

None yet. Let's keep it that way!

[Talkingcamara2]

Profiles

Profiles Page

Instructions

(Picture goes here) (You put your character's picture here. Anime only.)
Name: (For professors, provide a first and last name. For test subjects, provide the number your character has been given, written like this: Number Twenty-two.)
Gender: (Male, female, ect.)
Age: (Between 1 and 16 for test subjects, between 20 and 60 for professors.)
Personallity: (Personallity.)
Race: (Demon, Vampire, Human...)
History: (Usually there isn't much to say here for test subjects, other than possible sibblings, which is extremely rare unless twins are born.)
Powers: (Mind-reading, Future predictions, Emotion sensing...)

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(Picture goes here, Anime only)
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personallity:
Race:
History:
Powers:

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Scientists
1. Carlisle Oxford III
2. Nix Maddox
3. Felicia Odette Tooks
4. Alexis Moorey
5. James Gray
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Test Subjects

Humans
1. Number One Hundred Fifty One (a.k.a Adrian)
2. Number Seven
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5.

Vampires
1. Number Thirty Six (Voltaic Vampire)
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5.

Furrys
1. One Hundred Eight
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3.
4.
5.

Angels
1. Number One
2. Number Five
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4.
5.

Demons
1. Number Sixty Two
2. Number Eleven
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4.
5.

Dragons
1. Number Thirty-Nine
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3.
4.
5.


Hybrids (Full)
1. Number Three (Angel/Vampire)
2. Number Thirteen (Vampire/Furry/Human)
3. Number Six (Human/Demon)
4. Number Four (Angel/Demon)
5.

Deceased

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2.
3.
4.
5.
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7.
8.
9.
Removed and Quit

1. Alyss Moore
2. Number Twenty Six
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8.
9.

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•Number Two•

I will fight 'til the end...

A body moved inside one of the cramped cages that lined the walls of the cold dimly-lit room. The female lifted her head, her long black hair shifting slightly. She used the back of her hand to move a long strand from her shoulder to her back. She moved her body so that she was in a sitting position, although she still had to lean forward in the small cage.
Number Two gazed blankly at the floor of her cage, and sighed. This morning, she thought about her past. She looked down at herself, and closed her eyes, hating what she had become. She remembered what they did to her... Injected things in her body that morphed it into this monsterous form. She had watched as all her beautiful blonde hair all turned black as nightfall, not that she would know what that was. She had watched as her skin turned pale as death, loosing the beautiful honey color it once had. She happened to catch her reflection in a water puddle while she was being hosed down one day, and discovered her dark brown eyes had turned a bloody red.
"What have I become?" she whispered. Who, what, where? No tears were in her eyes as she leaned her head against the cold metal cage. The time for crying was long gone, and Number Two had learned it didn't help her any. All she had to look forward to was either a long day stuck in her little cramped cage, or... No. She wouldn't think about that. Besides... the little hand on the circle on the wall was only on the 5. They wouldn't come until it was on the six, for sure... She closed her eyes hugged her knees to her chest, naked body freezing.

Until my heart stops beating...

[Aforementioned Paladin]

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies."
-----

Eyes blinking fast as a sort of awakened state encompassed number One, he scanned the room. It was the same room he'd seen every day for the last sixteen years. Cold, dark, dismal. Slightly moist. Very dungeon-like. It stunk a bit, like blood, and unwashed body. Though, all the bodies in the cages the inhabitants of this room were "housed" in were sprayed down daily, it was only cold water. And cold water doesn't wash away all the sin enacted on these poor, Godforsaken bodies.

Speaking of washing away sin, it was about that time. The immense iron doors echoed with the sound of tumblers rolling, then creaked open as they did every day. A simple looking man walked in, a ring of keys at his waist, followed by four heavily armed guards. First, the man opened the cage with the black-haired, red-eyed girl in it. A single guard lowered his weapon, reaching for a set of iron shackles at his waist. The other three raised their weapons at the caged girl as the first clasped her wrists in the shackles, holding the chain tightly as he made her stand and follow him out.

Next came the boy. Winged, chained to the way. His fiercely yellow eyes pierced the darkness of the room, staring at the guards and the man with the keys. He could feel his body begin to erupt into fury, but the heavy sedatives kept him from moving. He would've spat at them, but the iron and leather muzzle kept his mouth tightly shut. Soon his own cage was open, and the remaining three guards clasped irons around the boy's wrists, same as the girl, but they also chained his ankles and neck, all on one string of large chain links. The man with the keys pulled the chains, essentially dragging the winged freak down the long corridor to the wash room as the three guards had readied weapons pointed at him. Though he'd only just been medicated less an hour ago, he was unstable, and would pose a threat in underestimated.

After a walk that seemed an eternity in length, the girl and boy were brought to a large room, floor icy cold and wet, and were thrown down into the middle of the room. The guards slammed the large iron doors and locked them as the man with the keys readied a large hose to spray down the two prisoners, and as his back was turned on the winged boy to spray the black-haired girl, the boy took his chance.

His medication was very swiftly fading, and the boy stood upright, chains rattling, but drown out by the loud sound of the water spraying. He leaped at the man's back, wrapping his long legs around the man's waist, his shackled hands going to the man's throat. He sank his index and middle fingers into the soft spot just under the man's Adam's apple, putting an end to his breathing as the man fell to his face. But the boy didn't stop there. He was enraged in the full force of it, and gripped as hard as he could until he could hear the sounds of the man's spine cracking under his grip.

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•Number Two•

I will fight 'til the end...

Number Two stayed still for the remaining time, until the usual routine occured. She glared and obidently walked out of her cage, resisting the temptation to mock them. She felt the shackles lock around her wrists, and she watched as they retrived the one who would be washed down with her today. A very angry and drugged male stepped out, with a leather muzzle around his mouth so that he could not speak. She didn't remember what number he was, but she'd seen him before.
She followed with her wrists chained behind her, not very pleased. They were brought to the wash room, and then thrown down onto the floor. She fell face-first, hitting her chin on the floor. She felt something warm ooze down her throat, and knew she had somehow split it. Getting up, she maintained her dignity as much as she could. She immedietly felt the cold water against her skin from the hose. She felt goosebumps rise on her body, but she was used to the hose by now.
Then, she heard something behind her. Turning around, she caught sight of the boy who was taken into the wash room with her. She watched as he not only killed the man hosing them down, but snapped his spine out of rage. "You're going to get into troble for that," she notified him. "Though that thought isn't exactly scary. Isn't like it can get any worse." She quickly glanced around, doing a survey of the room. No cameras, and no people. "Listen," she said quickly. "I know that it's a scary world out there, and people will try to hurt us even worse," she said, speaking of the horrid stories they told to scare all the subjects into staying. Somehow, the researchers fooled them all into thinking it was even worse out there than in here. "But does it really matter anymore? If we stay in this hell, nothing will ever change." She kicked the hose away from her feet, and shook her head so that her hair wasn't in her eyes. "But if we can get out, we can find someplace to hide... maybe," she said. "Are you with me?" she asked urgently, looking him in the eye. "If we can somehow get the word around, get enough people... Maybe we'll have the power to do it."

Until my heart stops beating...

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Carlisle Oxford III

"I don't like to commit myself about heaven and hell - you see, I have friends in both places."

"Um... exscuse me, Professor Oxford..." A pair of light sea green eyes sleepily opened, squinting against the bright light of the room. Through the glare, Carlisle Oxford the Third could see the lower half of a female, a pencil skirt tightly clinging to her waist, legs clad in black tights. He raised his eyes to her face, and recnogized his assistant. "You fell asleep again," she said, a slight tone of humor in her light brown eyes. "It appears I have," he said, sitting up. He stretched his limbs and yawned, still feeling very tired. He was running on four, maybe five hours of sleep. He was up late researching the results of the most recent tests. He had only been in the human research department for about six months, and the trove of information kept him up sometimes all night.
"Oh, my wife," he said, a tone of urgency in his voice. "Not to worry," his assistant assured. "I gave her a call last night. She didn't seem supprised." They then spoke about some of the recent test results, and then Carlisle headed down to the research department after having a cup of coffe. He picked up the day's assignment his superiors had given him, reading through the pages.

[Aforementioned Paladin]

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies."
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With wings flapping to rid themselves of moisture, One eyeballed the girl speaking to him. Obviously she wasn't a researcher, but he still found himself frothing at the mouth with rage. In an attempt to calm himself, he swiped at the key ring around the dead washerman's belt, fiddling with it, trying different keys in his ankle shackles. At last he'd found the one, and freed his legs. Next came his neck. It wasn't all the same key, but through a bit of trial, he found the correct one for that as well. Finally he wanted his hands free. This was a difficult task, for it was immensely hard to fumble around with a key ring with shackled hands and attempt to unshackle the same shackled hands, but he was in luck; he wasn't alone.

He stood up, yellow eyes staring into the girl's, and when he was close enough, he grabbed her by the shoulder, spun her around, and pushed her to the ground, causing her chest to hit the ground, and her bum and shackled hands to stick up in the air. His mind was circling with multiple things he wanted to say, such as, "Please don't be scared, I'm trying to help" and, "Don't scream. It'll be okay" but the muzzle prevented him from speaking. He fiddled with the key ring as he hit his knees behind the girl, forcing each key into the keyholes of her shackles until her bound arms were free.

Hoping she could forgive the brute force, he threw the key ring at her now free hands, and sat, holding his own bound wrists in the air.

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•Number Two•

I will fight 'til the end...

The girl was confused at the brute force at first, and struggled a bit. Then she realized what he was doing, and stood still. After hearing the key enter the lock and turn, she heard the shackles fall to the ground, she stood up, rubbing her aching wrists. She took the keys, and fiddled around until she found the right one. Then she unlocked his own shackles, thoughts racing through her head. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, a bit of fear was going through her. But most of all she felt... Proud. Like she had somehow outsmarted the men and women in thoes white coats. She felt daring, and angry, too. The time was ripe now, and there would certainly be no better time to make a good display that they would fight, and they were strong.
As the boy's shackles fell to the floor, she wondered what would happen next, now that they were free of thoes evil binds. What this boy had in mind, she didn't know, but she doubted he was a weakling.

Until my heart stops beating...

[Aforementioned Paladin]

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies."
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Hands now free, number One's arms shot straight for the back of his head, where the muzzle was fastened. Not being able to see made this a bit difficult, the lasting drug effects disorienting him even more so. At last, the leather straps were undone and the thick muzzle fell to the cold ground at his feet. He looked at the girl and spoke, though in a tongue he did not recognize. It was a very elaborate twisting of sounds, and though was complete gibberish, even to him, it sounded beautiful.
What have they done to me...He thought. After shacking back a bit, he concentrated, and words from the English language poured out.

"The guards outside of this door are heavily armed, and with this anklet on, I can't do anything about it. Do you have any plans?" As he spoke, his eyes scanned the room for anything that could be used as a weapon of some sort. There were keys, chains, and a water hose. Three things that could all be used as weapons.

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•Number Two•

I will fight 'til the end...

She looked around, and found that there was very little to use as a weapon. She kneeled down at the dead man's body, and started to feel him down for anything useful. She didn't find anything of use, just some strange green paper and some small metal discs. "Two of them escorted us here. There's probably the same number waiting outside. We've got the element of supprise on our side..." She glanced again at the dead body, and said "His bones... If we snap one and remove the flesh from it, we could use it as a weapon," she suggested. Her eyes then wandered to his wings, and she stared for a minute while she thought. "Do they work?" she asked, a plan forming in her mind.

Until my heart stops beating...

[Aforementioned Paladin]

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies."
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Hearing her idea, One put an evil smile on his face. He broke a key off of the ring, leaving one end quite jagged. He looked it over it as the girl eyeballed him. To test it's effectiveness, he pricked the tip of his right index finger with it, ignoring the pain. It was nothing after what he'd been through. As the crimson red liquid spilled down over his hand, he gripped the key-shiv in his left hand and plunged it into the dead man's chest. Blood squirted from the wound and hit One in the face with a light splatter, but he cared not. After wallowing out the wound a bit, he drug the metal shiv down the man's torso, warm blood spilling out on the floor, mixing with the water from hosing down the girl. When One had reached the man's groin area, he stopped and took a breath.

He wasn't immensely strong, and even with something to help, splitting a man open wasn't an easy task. He'd been straining the whole time, hoping he wouldn't hit a possible bone and break it. After regaining some strength, he shoved his hands down into the man's rib cage, grabbing bones and splitting them, causing even more blood to gush out. Once open, One grabbed the two longest ribs in the man's chest and snapped the bones clean out, brandishing them similar to how the researchers held the syringes.

After hearing the girl speak again, aimed at his wings, he gave them a good flap, spreading them to their full span, roughly twenty feet across.

"Of course they do."