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Don't cause trouble. Be agreeable. Don't aggravate them. Keep breathing. Avoid them. Slip around. Hide in the lab. Work. Work. Work.to obtain that which you do not want.
Work. Work more. I like my work. It's easy to be smart for a living. But I'm so scared. Why couldn't I have been a professor in some high school or something? So afraid. What if I'm found. NO. Work. Work, work, work. Quiet. Hide. Pay me no mind. I'm just a geek.~ so quoth spock



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xxxxxMost just call me Dr. Rodriguez. Some call me Doc. Those who are friends call me Chi.

docτoя sαγs ι'm α
xxxxxA female. I don't believe that you need to be a geneticist to know that...

вlεw ouτ τнιs мαɴγ cακεs
xxxxxI am thirty this year.

τнεγ мακε мε вlusн
xxxxxStraight, although I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be able to muster enough words around a man to make him like me.

ταllεя τнαɴ γou
xxxxx5' 8"

ρεяғεcτlγ вαlαɴcεd
xxxxxMust you know? Well... 122 lbs.

вlαcκ oя wнιτε?
xxxxxI'm with the government. Whether this makes me good or bad I'm not entirely sure. Neutral, I think.

ιτ мακεs мε sρεcιαl
xxxxxNothing. I haven't the genes. Plain as mud, that's me. Sure I'm smart, but it's not due to some genome.


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τнε яεαl мε
xxxxxAlways a nerd. I always will be. I'm not too commanding unless I'm completely sure of myself about it. I never assert myself, not unless it's in my area of expertise. I know how to be scientific. I am modest, quiet and timid. Easily pushed around. Submissive, most would say. I'm no alpha dog in the real world. Men scare me. Doesn't take much to make me skittish. I keep my head down. No need to make waves, not unless it's in science. Now there's something I understand. Get me in a lab and I'm a different person. Assertive, in control. You don't need to talk to people in a lab, unless you're sharing your findings. That's easy. I love to talk about my discoveries. That's the only thing I'm really comfortable with. I will argue with you over that. Other than that, I'm more skittish than a mouse that lives in a house that also has a cat in it. I'm self-deprecating at times. I care for people, in my own little way. I won't leave people to die on the side of the road. I'm easily made sympathetic. I a sap for sob stories, and have been taken advantage of before. I'm a nerdy little thing. I spend most of my time reading or alone in my lab so I don't have to talk to people. A bit of a romanticist.

вαвγ ριcτuяεs
xxxxxWhere to start my story... Well, for starters my father, Jaime, was from Mexico. Rodriguez is the Spanish equivalent to Smith. Slipping into America was hard, he told me. Papa loved his story. When I was a child, he loved to embellish it, making him sound like some hero in an epic. My mother, at that time Eva Hart, was American - a Spanish teacher of all things. She had some Spanish heritage herself. They met on the street, when he knocked her over. Even though he spoke no English, she understood him because of her profession. Mama always said that it made her the happiest woman alive to know Spanish. Anyway, he asked her to tutor him in English, she agreed, and they fell in love. Not long after they got married, I was conceived. Soon there I was, little Chita Rodriguez, the Spanish kid in our neighborhood. My skin was much paler than my father's, due to my mother. Yet I was still labeled. I grew up bilingual. Spanish at home and English everywhere else. My father wanted to maintain his Spanish roots, and Mama was never one to resist that. We were a happy family.

As a child, I loved reading. I loved it so much that I would teach myself to read. By the time I was seven, I could read quite well - in two languages. Mama was very careful to nurture this skill. Papa was to. He wanted his baby girl to amount to something in America. The new country. If anything, I felt more pressure from my father than from my mother. Sure, Mama wanted me to be somebody, but she had never experienced poverty. Papa knew what not eating felt like, and he never wanted me to go though that. So he pushed me to study constantly. Often people in the neighborhood would comment that 'that Rodriguez girl is never out playing with the rest of the children. Her parents push her far too hard.' I never minded. I liked learning. Filling my head with little facts. It was all so interesting. I grew up with very little social skills. School was hard. I was too shy. I didn't try to meet new people. I curled up with my books, and was stuck as a nerd. My glasses never helped either. We stretched our resources far to get me into school. Clothing was secondary to food. So I had many hand-me-downs and bargain clothes. For Christmas (something that Mama insisted upon celebrating, even though Papa didn't quite understand it) I would generally get a few old books. Kids would come into school and give a laundry list of theiir new gidgets, and I when asked what I got I would say, "Books."

My brother, Ramon, was born. He was a sweet brother, and I found that I loved being a big sister. We were close. Like, crazy close. We admitted everything to each other. Our parents were glad that we rarely fought, and if we did we would resolve the issue quickly. He was not half as studious as I. He was a charmer, easy going and well liked by others. He was sporty as well. My opposite in most everything. But we still cared. He would even pretend to be tough and macho when I admitted things about boys that even some of my friends didn't know. That was why when he discovered that he had an ability to hear wisps of other people's thoughts, I kept his secret. It was a covenant between us that we'd never share anything that the other told. We both held on to this little promise, and still maintain contact with each other.

The other kids never understood me. I kept myself apart from them, and they stayed away from me. We had a mutual agreement to ignore each other. And in the small school, it was no issue. Once in middle school, I began to show an aptitude in math and a delight in science. I loved both, because they came easily and crazily enough I thought that they were fun. I was pushed forward in math. Math was closely linked to science. Now, science. There was a study. So many interesting facts and rules and equations. The structured method to it was something my inner calculator enjoyed. My whimsy side also liked the way that you could bend the rules in science. It was fun. So I excelled. I worked hard in other classes to keep my appearance up, but I pushed myself farther in science and math. As I moved on into high school, and into a bigger school, I began to really enjoy biology specifically. Bodies fascinated me. It was at that point that I knew I wanted to be a doctor of some kind, whether it be fixing people or studying them. It was also in high school that the bullying started. Hell, I was a geeky, pretty Spanish kid. I was mocked. My father was taunted. I managed to ignore them until it started to become forceful. It was a party. I was quite literally dragged there by a friend. She told me it was 'gonna be okay'. Alcohol was at the party. People got drunk. I sat to the way side and was dragged away by a football player who was particularly wasted. It was only once he pulled up my shirt that I realized his intentions. I hit him and ran. My friend wasn't back, and so I got a taxi to take me home. Men have scared me ever since.

It was also once I was at that party that I withdrew completely into my studies. Fun was for at home, but at school I was all business. I kept my head down and my eyes diverted. I was modest and meek and nonthreatening. People left me alone because I forced myself to become something that was easily ignored. I graduated, and was quickly off to college. I studied hard. Focused completely. I depended upon my scholarships and what money my parents had saved for me. It was hard. Between school I had a part-time job. Somehow I managed to get my doctorate. In genetics and biology. Fascinating subjects as they were. Starting out, I had nothing to do. I could have gotten hired by many. But I struck out on my own. I hoped to get my own big break. So I found some old documents by some guy named Tennyson, and I was fascinated by his theories. Some were manic, but many were quite valid assumptions. So I began to research this 'meta-human' idea. After a year of work, I was found by some government group that worked with these super humans. They offered me a job, and since I was financially unstable, I agreed to it. And started my research once again; better funded, better equipped, and with people to study. I have to say that I hated having to think of the people on those teams as my Guinea pigs, but in reality that's what they were.

Life was good. Sure, the people I worked under scared the bejeezus outta me, but I now had my ideal job. It bothered me to have to begin working on weapons to destroy or render powerless each and every one of the team members. I liked most of them, although some of them made me want to run away. I had a healthy respect and fear for each one. Particularly the Blacks. Something just wasn't right about those ones. I shudder to even think about them. I saw them many times to get blood samples and other such tests. I always insisted upon security being there when I did such things. When I said scared, I mean scared. Now that both have gone rogue, I'm more paranoid than ever. I don't ever leave my lab, paranoid. I've set up living space for me there, and thankfully I'm important enough to the operation now that they aren't going to kick me out. I'm glad I haven't been cruel to them. Or so I like to think. But you never know...

τнε ραραяαzzι sαw мε
xxxxxOh dear! Please, I hate pictures.

ιτ's lικε dяugs
xxxxx◇ Books (Specifically Romances)
xxxxx◇ Alone Time
xxxxx◇ My Lab
xxxxx◇ Comfort Foods (i.e. Macaroni and Cheese. Brownies.)
xxxxx◇ Being Right
xxxxx◇ My Family
xxxxx◇ Her Job
xxxxx◇ The Color Turquoise
xxxxx◇ Quiet
xxxxx◇ Random Facts

sεε ɴo εvιl
xxxxx✁ Social Situations
xxxxx✁ Intruders In My Lab
xxxxx✁ Her Paranoia
xxxxx✁ The Head of Operations
xxxxx✁ Disruptive Noise
xxxxx✁ Being Proved Wrong in an Area of Expertise

ρεяsoɴαl κяγpτoɴιτε
xxxxxLet's start with the plain as soup thing. I can't lift cars. I'm not indestructible. I'm mortal. Nowadays, that seriously sucks. Second, you don't have to work hard to make me scared. I'm already skittish. You only have to look threatening and I'll probably melt down and have a panic attack. Unless you attack me in my lab. Then I can probably deal with you.

ρнoвιαs αяε ιяяατιoɴαl - вuτ ι'м sτιll αғяαιd
xxxxxMost things that look scary will scare me. For goodness sakes, I'm paranoid. I'll flip out at a rubber snake. If you must know, it's spiders that really get to me. I hate them. So much.

нιdιɴg вεнιɴd α мαsκ
xxxxxMy brother is a meta-human. I protect this with all that I have, and am determined to keep it buried, know that I have seen what they did to the Whites and Blacks.


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potato in a ȷ α c κ ε τ,
τ o γ s in the attic,
i я o c κ and I я α м в ʟ ε,
my в я α ι ɴ is s c я α м в ʟ ε d,
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в α τ τ ε я ε d and в я u ι s ε d me,
red wires green wires s τ u c κ ε м ' right through me,
so н ε α я my Batty w o я d,
and ε x ε я c i s ε a little ρ я u d ε ɴ c ε,

w н ε ɴ d ε α ʟ i n g w ι τ н h u м α ɴ s.


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Kara Janine DennisXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXX●X●X●XThe Experiment

basics
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sнouτ ιτ ouτ
xxxxxPeople have been known to call me KD, but most call me Kara.

docτoя sαγs ι'm α
xxxxxFemale. Or, that's what I thought, last I checked.

вlεw ouτ τнιs мαɴγ cακεs
xxxxxI am the proud age of 23.

τнεγ мακε мε вlusн
xxxxxI like men. Not that there are many men to like.

ταllεя τнαɴ γou
xxxxx5' 3". I'm tiny.

ρεяғεcτlγ вαlαɴcεd
xxxxxA good 110 lbs. Honestly, it's embarrassing.

вlαcκ oя wнιτε?
xxxxxEvil. Not because I am, but because I've been told I am.

ιτ мακεs мε sρεcιαl
xxxxxI can transfer my injuries on to other people. I also happen to be imbued with cat genetics, so I'm agile, have fast reflexes, am pretty strong, I can hear, smell, and see better than most other humans. I can also see in the dark and have fangs. Whoo.


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τнε яεαl мε
xxxxxI'm not a very happy person. Mornings are not my thing. I like napping in and out of the day. If you don't let me sleep, I'm grouchy and pissy and very difficult to live with. I'm also extremely contrary. I'll pretend to be something I'm not just to prove someone wrong. I go to extremes. There is no middle, it's all little or big. So either I'm extremely mellow or extremely upset or angry or extremely whatever. I like bitching. I've practically made it a sport. I don't like the word 'no'. I can do whatever the hell I want, and you can't order me around. I'm independent. You do not own me. If anything, I own you. You are there for me, and it's not the other way around. I generally like causing conflict. I like creating arguments where there should be none. Trouble is fun. I shouldn't be doing it? Okay, here I go. I'm only a people person when I need them. I can play any part I want. I'm versatile like that. I enjoy being spoiled. I'm confident. I have never been embarrassed about myself. I don't back down from fights. Despite my petite form, I won't be timid around people who tower over me. Essentially, be nice to me and stay out of my way and I won't eat you.

вαвγ ριcτuяεs
xxxxxI was a happy person. As a kid, that is. I remember my parents really well. We lived in a small suburban neighborhood. I remember that I loved that neighborhood. I was always a headstrong child. My mother always lovingly said that it was 'a redhead thing'. I adored my mother was well - Rose Dennis was her name. My father was named Patrick. Life was so perfect then. So easy. I look back on it now and say that it's surreal. I also remember that I was born on the 1st of December. Hmmm... I had a lovely bike. Sorry, my past isn't easy to remember. It's a jumble. I spend so much of my time moving forward that sometimes I forget to reflect now and then. Let me start again?

My parents and I lived together in a charming little neighborhood full or charming little people around the time that superheroes had started disappearing and falling into disgrace. I remember thinking that it was silly. The heroes that had been turned evil had become simple villains - just like any other. But nobody really cared about the insight of a child of a mere four years of age. No, they just cared about their fear. So they told me, "Hush, darling," and tucked me in for nap time. My parents were special people. My mother was a stay-at-home mom who home schooled me for the first thirteen years of my life. My father was a regular businessman who gave voice lessons (Dad was a fantastic tenor) in his spare time. What's so special about that? Nothing. They were both genuinely good people, though, and that's a rare commodity in this day and age. I remember that Mom was always volunteering in the charities at church, and Dad loved to help anyone that he could. He often told me that the only payment he even needed for a hard day of work was a smile from a special person. This was after he built me a tree house. God, I loved to play in that thing. I remember how many friends I'd have over. How many summer nights were spend in that tree house, giggling about who we liked. How simple it was.

What my parents never told me was that they were different. Mom never said that the reason why she could always be right there was that she could teleport herself across small distances. Dad never said that the reason why he never got sick was that he had natural healing abilities. I wonder why they never bothered to tell their kid that she could end up being different. I was a regular thirteen year old kid. Until I fell out of the tree house in an accident that should have left me paralyzed. I wasn't. My father and mother panicked. Nothing was wrong though. I sat right up, and said that I felt a little winded and dizzy, and that I should probably go lie down. A neighbor saw. That neighbor became suspicious. One day, I was walking around - minding my own business - when this neighbor walks over to me. Ms. Roose was always a nice lady, and I liked talking with her. I didn't suspect a thing when she slipped the knife between my ribs and quickly pulled it out, and watched me place my hand against the wound in panic. It healed up nice and clean. Nothing was wrong. The spot ached, there was a scar and I felt a little tired, but other than that I was fine. Until I saw that the wound was now on a frantic Ms. Roose. I ran. I'd killed her without meaning to. No one saw it. She was rushed to the hospital, and saved. Unfortunately. Meanwhile I went back to the tree house, a strange theory in my mind. Sure enough, I found a bird, squirrel and the neighbor's dog were all paralyzed. I didn't heal my wounds. I moved them to other people. It was a shocking thing, but, there it was. Ms. Roose was soon out of the hospital. And then she started the hysteria that surrounded my family. The entire town freaked. I mean, like, riots and stuff. They wanted to put me captivity so that I could never get injured and never harm another. Some suggested to put a bulled though my head, get it done with quickly.

Then the men in black suits came, and suggested that I go into the program. Since it was for the better, or so we thought at the time, my parents let me go reluctantly. I was now a member of this weird team thing, and I was told that I had to participate. Well, that sucked. I was no fighter. I was small. And wiry. I had some agility, and was kinda fast, but beyond that I was overwhelmed by the others easily. Let me tell you, it SUCKED. I was bruised all over, and refused to transfer those painful welts on to others. I could at the very least control my terrifying ability. But I suppose my closed ways an unwillingness was what made the government officials let that b***h of a mad scientist near me. For Gods sake, I was minding my own ******** business and she comes up behind me and kidnaps me. DAMMIT. I'm now trapped with the psychotic b***h from hell who wants to see if she can utilize my powers to make her immortal. Aw, damn, I get pissed just talking about it. But, no, it wasn't just a few 'little tests' like she told them it was going to be. Hell no. That sort of pain was not 'a few little tests'. It burned. I was in agony for three months. THREE F-ING MONTHS. It was a freaking miracle I survived. I came out of there a lot more than human. Feline and human. I dunno, but I think that crazy bit of her got the better, because I could now smell everything, hear everything with a shocking clarity, see with high definition. I could also move faster, react better, was stronger, and I had fangs. The down side? I hate water, am in heat for a few days each month, and I find myself sleeping at odd hours of the day and being very... cat like. Nothing stupid like a tail or a pair of ears, but I have tiny fangs. It took me weeks to get used to eating. Not to mention getting used to seeing in the dark and hearing the smallest noises. I also found I was easily distracted. The White team couldn't get over the way that I would chase a laser pointer. God, I hated them. They taunted me. What did I ever do to them?

I went from being the most useless of my comrades, to being somewhere in the middle. It was much better. I just found myself liking others a lot less. And plotting to kill the scientist. I hold... a grudge. I will get her back. That's the only reason I stay with all these crazy people these days. Because I want to make sure I can keep track of her. That, and she claims to have placed a shocking mechanical thingy in my neck to make sure that I stay under her thumb. I know that she'd either bluffing, or she's telling the truth. In which case there's a 50% chance it works. But I don't want to find out what happens if it's that crazy 50%.

We now live with Dr. I'm-A-Manic-Despot - sorry - Tennyson. (What kinda name is that, anyway?) I don't... hate the man. He's kinda... gross. Old and all with his craziness as a bonus. So I avoid him, and pretend to sleep when people ask me to visit him. I'm just lazy like that. Undoubtedly he's noticed that I'm the 'stubborn child' in out 'family'. Kinda weird. I feel like I'm the only truly sane one here. Awkward much, eh? I wish I had more normal people to talk with. As such, I've taken to listening to good music and talking to myself for comfort. Not that talking to yourself is healthy. But it's better than nothing. - Yawn - Ah, I'm kinda tired. It's about time for my afternoon nap. I'm going to go over here and rest near the window. Much better. Goodnight. Good luck getting out of here, dumbass.

τнε ραραяαzzι sαw мε
xxxxxDammit, would you stop with the pictures?

ιτ's lικε dяugs
xxxxx☂ Dark Chocolate
xxxxx☂ Warm, Comfy Places
xxxxx☂ Napping
xxxxx☂ Myself
xxxxx☂ The Color Purple
xxxxx☂ Cats
xxxxx☂ Being Able to See At Night
xxxxx☂ Good Music
xxxxx☂ A Good Romance Novel
xxxxx☂ Late Afternoons and Nights
xxxxx☂ Being Spoiled

sεε ɴo εvιl
xxxxx☁ Mad Scientists
xxxxx☁ Early Mornings
xxxxx☁ Loud, Smelly People
xxxxx☁ Going into Heat
xxxxx☁ Smelling Disgusting Things
xxxxx☁ Being Challenged
xxxxx☁ Being Bossed Around
xxxxx☁ Laser Pointers
xxxxx☁ Being Easily Distracted
xxxxx☁ Knives
xxxxx☁ Being Splashed or Suddenly Soaked
xxxxx☁ Fire
xxxxx☁ Dogs

ρεяsoɴαl κяγpτoɴιτε
xxxxx✘ I'm really easily distracted.
xxxxx✘ Silver. I don't know what it is, but welts develop wherever that metal touched me, and I feel pain in every place I've had a vital wound.
xxxxx✘ I cannot heal a gunshot to the head. Nor any other wound that would kill me immediately. I don't know how I know, it's just this sense I have.

ρнoвιαs αяε ιяяατιoɴαl - вuτ ι'м sτιll αғяαιd
xxxxx☠ Fire. I can't... function near it.
xxxxx☠ Dogs. Those things are scary.

нιdιɴg вεнιɴd α мαsκ
xxxxxI cut on myself. It doesn't ever hurt for long, and there are plenty of small, woodland animals to transfer the wounds onto.


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" ε v ε я γ o ɴ ε s w α l l o w ε d "
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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.

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If ε v ε я γ o ɴ ε shared and swallowed their ρ я ι d ε,XXX
Then we'd s ε ε the day, when nobody d ι ε dXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

" ε v ε я γ o ɴ ε l o v ε d "
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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.

яεsεяvεd


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If everyone c α я ε d and nobody c я ι ε d,XXX
If everyone l o v ε d and nobody l ι ε d,XXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

" ι ' м α l ι v ε "
announcements



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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


●XThread opens - 12/5/09


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S ι ɴ g ι ɴ g amen I, I'm alive ( ι ' м α l ι v ε )XXX
Singing α - α м ε n I, ι ' м α l ι v εXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

" τ н ε w o я l d c o u l d в ε "
Black Team - The Villains



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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


τнε sεducτяεss -
Head of the Black team, and very devoted to keeping control of said team. Sure, some of them had their differences, but what family doesn't? This woman enjoys her men. She goes through them quickly. The only man who ever presented her trouble was the leader. He is the only one she considers her equal, therefor she has this strange sense of entitlement to being his partner. But she hates him. Crazy dynamic, eh? Sees Tennyson as the father she never had. Age 20-25. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε dερяεssεd -
A sad case. One of the youngest, he was one of the few in the group who didn't hate, despite his icky past. Really quite brilliant. At one time he had a crush on the youngest. Sadly, madness has poisoned him. He doesn't talk much. Sees Tennyson as some benevolent god and a father. Is obsessed with the youngest. Age 17-19. Male.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε вαd вoγ -
He is hot. Not just good looking, he has this entire sex appeal going on. He is also extremely good at being bad. He can lure even the most innocent of girls to the dark side. He's also a b*****d with a womanizing issue. Doesn't like the seductress, but is quite satisfied with following her as second in command until the proper moment arises for him to take control. Age 21-25. Male.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε ιɴsαɴε -
There's not much left here. This girl was a little bit crazy before Tennyson, but now she lives in a world that's not entirely real. She's also a split personality - cruel and bitter versus sweet and childish. Either way, she's quite dangerous. Craves blood. Wants to murder the tomboy for an old offense that she never quite explains. Quite attached to the mistake of nature. Age 20-25. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε мιsτακε oғ ɴατuяε -
A huge, confused thing. It just happens to have a human form, and shifts into... whatever the hell it is. No one really knows how he came to be, or where he comes from. They just know that he's easily upset. Has very deep feelings for the insane. Age 20-25. Male.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε мαd scιεɴτιsτ -
She's brilliant. Insane, but brilliant. She's older than all the others, and hating it. Perhaps that's why she went crazy; she's trying to find the key to eternal life. Unlike the others, she has no powers. Those never took root. So she was just brilliant. Depends completely upon her gadgets. Creator of the experiment. Is in love with Tennyson. Age 30-40. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε εxρεяιмεɴτ -
Is very, very angry most of the time. She never really wanted to be cursed with powers. Hates the mad scientist. The only reason the older woman hasn't died is because she was banned from killing her. Quite harsh, she has a razor sharp tongue and a serious attitude problem. Imbued with animal DNA. Age 20-25. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken


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If they c o u l d love like γ o u α ɴ d м ε,XXX
I м α g ι ɴ ε what the w o я l d could beXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

" τ н ε s τ α я s "
white team - the heroes



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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


τнε lεαdεя -
Head of the White team, he's got a commanding air to him that allows him to lead the team with great ease. He's the best of the team - compassionate, tough, and willful. Ever loyal to the team, he's extremely protective of the youngest and is best friends with the brawn. Often quite annoyed with the flirt and the rule breaker. Age 20-25. Male.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε sιlεɴτ oɴε -
She is a thinker. A loner. Despite that, she stays with the team. She hasn't yet learned that she requires their help. A bit of a b***h at times. She thinks she can rough it on her own. Has some form of mental ability. Doesn't really like anyone, but thinks the youngest is too naive and often is harsh on her. Hates the flirt. Age 20-25. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε ғlιяτ -
Most of the time, this man is making mischief. The most attractive out of the White, he can take any woman where he wants, how he wants, and whenever he wants. Or that's what he thought until he ran into the silent one. Viewing her as a challenge, he works his hardest to get under her skin. Quite immature. Huge playboy. Often seen hanging out with the tomboy. Age 21-25. Male.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε τoмвoγ -
Rough around the edges and very relaxed, this girl fits in wherever she wants to. She has a way of sliding into crowds and blending, despite her baggy clothing. Can be quite loud and annoying when paired with the flirt, but she feels no romantic feelings for him. Age 20-25. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε вяαwɴ -
He was older when he was taken into the group. This man is huge. Not too smart, but has seen enough of the world to have some interesting advice. His powers lay along the physical. Despite his intimidating outward appearance, he is nothing more than a gentle giant. Best friends with the leader. Age 27-40. Male.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε γouɴgεsτ -
When asked what they think of her, most say that she is the cheeriest person they now. Her bright and wide-eyed personality are part of her charm. Quite naive, she often finds herself in sticky situations. But yet, she remains optimistic. Fears the silent one and the rule breaker. Has a gigantic crush on the flirt. Sees the leader as an older brother. Age 17-19. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken

τнε яulε вяεακεя -
Does everything that someone shouldn't. When she was younger, she drank under age, and has had many other misadventures. Often, she gets sick and tired of the group, who she views as quite soft and unwilling to do what must be done. Shows no mercy. Often flirts with the flirt and tries to flirt with the leader. Age 20-25. Female.

open :: reserved :: taken


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And as we l ι ε beneath the s τ α я s,XXX
We я ε α l ι z ε how s м α l l we are,XXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

" ɴ o в o d γ d ι ε d "
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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


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If everyone c α я ε d and nobody c я ι ε d,XXX
If everyone l o v ε d and nobody l ι ε d,XXXXX
If ε v ε я γ o ɴ ε shared and swallowed their ρ я ι d ε,XXXXXXX
T н ε ɴ we'd see the day, when ɴ o в o d γ diedXXXXXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

"τ н ε γ w ε я ε w я o ɴ g"
rules



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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


o1. Let's start with the basics. Please follow Gaia TOS. Please keep this PG-16. We don't need sex and gore every page. Don't get me wrong, romance and action are great, but if you wish to get hot and sweaty, take it somewhere else. Or leave it at a tasteful blackout. I reign supreme, I shan't wave my godhood in your face, but I am not afraid to use it if the need to arises. Also note; I work on a 'three strikes' basis. The first time you break a rule, I'll be lenient. The second time, I'm firm. The third, and I punt ye out of this here RP. No buts. I'll simply delete you're profile, and that'll be the end of it. Kay?

o2. This is a LITERATE to ADVANCED LITERATE roleplay. I don't know how I can lay this out any more simply. Please type in full sentences. I want at least three meaty paragraphs per post, which is not too difficult. I also would like to see at the very least decent grammar and spelling. In other words, capitalize proper names and the beginning of sentences and use proper punctuation. I won't beat you up too much of spelling, but if you know you're downright bloody awful at it, just use spell check. Hell, I do. Oh yeah, and if you put actions in ** -- or any other such thing, you don't belong here, hon.

o3. Posting. Well, let's see. 'Think in these' and "Talk in these". Try and have all OOC talk in the OOC forum, but if you feel the need to have OOC, simply put it in (()) or [[]] or any variation thereof. I'd love for your post to be pretty. Literate, but not sure the odds and ends of tricky coding? No trouble. You could ask me for help (For some strange reason I find making codes a lot of fun.) or you could simply put in a picture, some colored text and perhaps your name. Easy peasy.

o4.Here's the part that really, really matters; profiles. For starters, PM them to ME. As long as the title to the PM hints in some way shape or form to this thread, I won't be too picky. Send a reservation to me before you send me your profile. Just fill out the form. Try and have your colors be legible. I don't want to claw out my eyes reading some color like Lemon Chiffon or Cyan. Be original. I know I gave you set characters, but I left a lot of room open for your imagination. Don't whine to me about it if I say the profile is bland.

o5. If you're going to unable to post for a while, I'd like you to notify me. I will send you a PM if you go missing for more than a week. If I don't get a response by the next day or by the nest time I log on, I'll delete your profile. I really want this to be a long term RP, and I want consistent RPers. I understand having a life. Contrary to what I previously said, I really do have one. Also don't join and then never post. I've had it happen, and it drives me absolutely batty.

o6. I try to update the rules/announcements as often as possible, so I suggest you check up on the first page regularly. I shall also try to notify you if I make any changes.


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And in τ н ε α ι я the ғ ι я ε ғ l ι ε sXXX
Our o ɴ l γ light in ρ α я α d ι s εXXXXX
We'll s н o w the world they were w я o ɴ gXXXXXXX
And τ ε α c н them all to s ι ɴ g alongXXXXXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

"s ε ε τ н ε d α γ"
how it started



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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


Dr. Tennyson was quite correct, although he was at first laughed at by his colleagues. You see, no one was willing to believe that it was even remotely possible for 'super humans' to exist. They called it madness and Dr. Tennyson was shunned from the scientific society. It was that year that the Superheroes starting really coming out. Accidents started occurring in school because teenagers - the genes generally come out in children between the ages of 13 and 18 - could not properly control their powers and wreaked havoc with them. It was also around that time that those with 'superpowers' started dressing up in costumes and saving people. In the early Superhero ages, it was simple things, stop an earthquake here, jump into a burning building there. Natural disasters. Scientists realized that Dr. Tennyson was not a quack, and began to search for him. He had disappeared to his own personal island to live out his disgrace, and refused visitors.

Just as the good doctor had suggested, scientists told their leaders to welcome these people with open arms, and accept them as part of society. It was difficult. The military, police, fire fighters and many other such professions were put completely out of business because of the superheroes. Many were also scared of 'the freaks' and ostracized those with powers. This could only lead to one thing; the first super villain. It was then that classic battles ensued between the Superheroes and the Villains. Disasters and fires had to be left to civil service jobs, and it became a part of life. Another person hell-bent on destroying the world? Mass panic, paranoia, destruction, blah, blah, blah. There were those who never adjusted, but for the most part people became quite cool-headed about such death threats. Around the era called 'the Early Capes' super hero groups were formed, and many villains formed counter groups to those. These were the golden ages. The world was relatively safe, people worshiped the superheroes, and everything was just peachy.

Things could never stay as such. The original heroes passed on, leaving some of their children and others who had powers to carry on their fight. Around this time, 'the Dark Capes' would start showing up. These Dark Capes were superheroes gone rogue. Something in them snapped, and they started wreaking havoc. Often it would happen that they killed many of their own, and took out cities in the process under their own mad delusion of 'justice'. It was only a few superheroes, but it was enough. Enough to shatter the tentative trust they'd managed to establish in society. Lawsuits broke out. Superheroes were hated. Many of the newer heroes didn't deal with it, and disappeared off the radar. In the United States, it was finally made law that superheroes were to remain underground, and become normal people, no matter what the crisis. Many other countries soon followed this example. Superheroes were gone. Life returned to normal. Every now and then a maniacal super villain would pop out, but this was generally dealt with quickly and quietly with a special ops team.

Life was bland. Everyone noticed that it was abnormally quiet. No one would admit it, but they missed the constant death threats. At least then they'd had someone to look up to. What the government did, though, was quite intelligent.

Secretly, a team of fourteen operatives was assembled at a young age. Each was similar in that they were all a member of the 3%, but each brought something to the table. Apparently, it had been decided they should keep a few superheroes 'just in case'. At the age of about thirteen, they were screened to see if they had potential. Kept in a secret facility, they were trapped there to be trained as two individual teams. They wanted the best team possible, and so they pushed them to be rivals of the bitterest sort. In the seven, they grew quite close. Although some chose to distance themselves more, they were still part of a very tight-knit bond between their team members. They were called Black and White.

It was that year that Dr. Tennyson returned, quite mad and quite old. He was tricky, convincing the other government officials that his was sane and could be an asset to them. They thought that because he discovered this long before hand, he would be able to offer some new insight into their super-soldier project. Dr. Tennyson was bent upon taking at least one of the groups, and controlling them. He took a shine to Black, and used their hatred of the others to poison them and turn them evil. These seven went after the White, and managed to destroy the complex, and were convinced that they'd killed their opponents in the collapse. They also had developed a dogged devotion to Dr. Tennyson. With his new minions - although he thinks of them more as his children - he has a plan to control the world.

Thankfully, the other seven had not died in the ruin of the base. Escaping, they are currently going after Black. They were trained to do right, and many will stand by that. But will they fall to their other team? Or will Tennyson manage to bend them to his will as well?

We shall see. We shall have to see.


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If ε v ε я γ o ɴ ε cared and nobody c я ι ε d,XXX
If everyone l o v ε d and ɴ o в o d γ lied,XXXXX
If everyone s н α я ε d and s w α l l o w ε d their pride,XXXXXXX
Then we'd s ε ε the day, when nobody d ι ε dXXXXXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

" α ɴ d ι ' м s ι ɴ g ι ɴ g "
the set up



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Hero ::(v) A person distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength.


"Do you remember when you were a child and you would be tucked into your bed by your mommy and daddy and they'd tell you fanciful stories about how the world would always turn out to be a happy, wonderful place? Do you remember a time when you would sell your soul to stand up next to your biggest heroes and fight the forces of evil? Do you? For that matter, can you remember spending a blissful Saturday afternoon, pretending to be Superman, or Batman, or Wonder Woman, defeating villains and generally being quite heroic? Do you? This leads us to our subject, ladies and gentlemen: superheroes.

"'Superheroes!' you may say, 'What sort of drugs are you on?' But I kid you not, my dear audience, these anomalies of nature have started popping up in our population. It's quite fascinating how these oddities have sprung up through the cracks. I have a few theories as to how these so-called 'super humans' have gained their abilities. Some I have seen were genetically altered or imbued with special bio-enhancements by mad scientists. A few I have discovered were introduced to dangerous or toxic chemicals that altered their genetic make up. Others are simply born that way - probably through a long lost genome that finally found the proper trigger. In my studies, each type of super human - experiment, accident, or born - have been around for many years. Experiments less so, due to lack of high technology. But accidents did happen back then, although the chances of one happening in this day and age are much higher than they were. But those that were born this way. They are the most intriguing of all.

"I know for a fact that every human has potential to become super. Somewhere, embedded deep in our genes, is a possibility to be spectacular. But something - whatever it may be, for it eludes me - makes that possibility go off in some people. It... ignites the kindling, if you will. In the past, the majority was normal. Perhaps there was one of two with special abilities, but they kept themselves hidden. Something about this day and age, though, has created a storm. The percent of the population with abilities far beyond a human has risen. Although most just have small abilities - minor telekinetic gifts, perhaps some extra ability to smell or taste - about a small 3% have greater, far more powerful gifts. Considering the huge population of our Earth today, 3% is no small number.

"I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that these people pose no real threat to us yet. But we should be watching the horizons. People like them have power. And like a wise man once said, 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely.' This is why I propose that we make sure to monitor these people. Perhaps if they choose to become figures in society, we welcome them and play nice. We want them our side, believe me."


~ A speech by Ernst Tennyson, scientist, original discoverer of Meta-humans


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S ι ɴ g ι ɴ g amen I, I'm alive ( ι ' м α l ι v ε )XXX
Singing α - α м ε n I, ι ' м α l ι v εXXXXX

[A Singularly Perky Star]

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ρяovιdιɴg ouя ρloτ :: A Singularly Perky Star
lεvεl αɴd τγρε :: lit. - adv. lit. superhero rp
sτατus :: open and accepting
ιɴsριяατιoɴ :: dc comics, x-men, the incredibles
ρнoτo cяεdιτs :: utopic-man
soɴg oғ τнε dαγ :: if everyone cared by nickelback
мodεяατoяs :: A Singularly Perky Star
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XXXXXI never d я ε α м ε d that γ o u ' d be mine
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