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PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:47 pm


The Eleixandre is a threat to our world. They have spread from the once-small village of Clalius and have devoured half of Hyssmaye, the Northern Nation. With only Western Hyssmaye under their control, they have turned their sights toward the famed Aytig, the Eastern Nation. Crossing neutral borders, they ignored every nation except for Aytig, the conglomerate of twelve city-states. Year by year, they have been chipping away at the city-states: first to fall was Dalsting. Now, as of the eve of the eleventh anniversary of the Fall of Dalsting, eleven city-states have fallen. It has been twelve, almost thirteen, years since the Fall of Dalsting; the Eleixandre has not yet acted in this twelfth year. Aytig has been reduced from the Nation of Aytig to the Province of Zadolf, the province named for the last city-state still standing against the Eleixandre, still representing the former Nation of Aytig.
The Czar of Hyssmaye has made a single concession with the Eleixandre: he traded a single outpost from his half of Hyssmaye for a single outpost in the Eleixandre’s half. This Eleixandre outpost, the only one in Eastern Hyssmaye, is the outpost of Gastil. No activity occurs outside the buildings except for the transport of food, clothes, and other such goods in and out of the walls surrounding the outpost.
The Five Great Nations have been reduced to four. The Province of Zadolf is still represented in The Gathering of Lieges, but is not large enough to be a true nation. The Four are doing their absolute best to keep the Eleixandre from taking Zadolf, but their resolve to do so is weakening.
No one knows what the Eleixandre’s next move will be. Who will its vile leader, Lord Zander, strike next? While the Four Great Nations and the Province of Zadolf are dealing with the near-eradication of the Aytigian peoples, the Eleixandre has been slowly concocting a new plot deep in the bowels of the facility at Gastil…
You have been captured by the Eleixandre. Their new plot seems to revolve around these strange masks you are all wearing…and some “serum” that they have developed…
PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:48 pm


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:49 pm


The Reality Clause


Just to be sure that you all understand this: you must play realistically. Thus, if you think your char needs a piece of equipment, you must have put it on the original char sheet. If it is not there, then it is not in your inventory. If you want a power, it must be on your original char sheet. If it is not on there, then you don't know it.
You may find items by looting corpses, trying to pickpocket someone, or buying it. You may only obtain new powers when I say you do. Thus, if you want to carry a potion supply, but didn't put it on your char sheet, then you have to obtain it; you can't just poof it into your inventory. If you want to be able to sniff out magic, you have to request that as a power upgrade. However, this example (sniffing out magic) is impossible and will not be granted.

Now please, when you make an action, you must attempt it. You cannot say, “I smell the corpses,” unless I have stated that you smell them. You cannot assume that there is a pot nearby; you must look around for an object to bash the guy over the head with, and I will tell you what is available for the action.
It is my job as the GM to describe the setting, NPCs, and events to you. You as the players may interact only with what is defined by me. You may not define anything other than the personality and attempted actions of your character. But that means that their inventory is set in stone until something occurs that causes you to interact with its contents.

To summarize: you attempt, I say succeed/fail; your items are pre-defined; the world is defined by me, and you cannot add any details to it.

This is the Realism Clause. This is real for your chars; this is not a game to them. Thus, you can't possess the infamous a** of Holding; you possess that which you are defined as having. You are not this world's creator; I am. You are just people living in my world, fighting my war.

I hope this is clear and not challenged.

Thank you all.
PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:53 pm


Character Sheet


Please send this as the skeleton (with the BBCode “code” and “/code” tags) so that I can just paste it directly into the Accepted Characters post once the char is accepted.

Also, please note that everyone will start with nothing. No weapons, no armor; only the clothes on your back.


Name: (Name must be an actual name.)
Sex: (Male or female only.)
Mask: (This is what animal you wish to turn into. You will be an anthropomorphic version of this animal no matter what. As a note: the masks will be reviewed by me; there can only be one person with any given mask SPECIES [i.e., you cannot have “grey fox” if a “red fox” already exists, as they are the same species, but a different breed]. You MAY select a fantasy creature, but I would advise you select a natural animal that currently exists in our world.)
Appearance: (This is quite literally how you look. You MAY describe the human version of yourself, but it is advised that you only describe your anthro self. This description is to include anymarkings, piercings, clothes [these will be damaged during the transformation, so inclusion will only help people to know what you're wearing prior to transformation], etc. that your char possesses. And, unnatural hair/fur/scales [please note that it must be within reason; I will not accept neon fur/scales] and eye colors are allowed [anthro forms usually do not have human-esque hair, but some do; it is your choice whether you want it or not]. Eyes may glow, if you wish. Also, you may choose whether your knees are human-style or animal-style (reversed from human). You MAY use a picture, but I would prefer you to write out your own description. You MAY also use a combination of a picture and a written description, if you think that it will aid others in understanding what your character looks like.)
Age: (15-40)
Back Story: (This is of course your char's past. This is required. You may NOT have a “Secret Origin.” You should tie in the back story with the char’s nationality [see below].)
Nationality: (This is which nation your char hails from: Aytig, the Nation of the Twelve Castles (a once-lush nation slowly turning into a wasteland; you can choose between being a refugee of a fallen city-state, or from Zadolf); Haseem, the Nation of War and Peace (a green, foresty nation; pick from the capital, a large city, or a border town); Omissar, the Nation of the Desert (a natural desert; pick from the capital, a city, a village, or a border town); Huemacoch, the Nation of Natural Beauty (plains/grassland; pick from the capital, a village, or a border town); or Hyssmaye, the Nation of Universal Wealth (cold region; pick from the capital, a city, or a town; you must also pick whether you can from the Eleixandre half [this does NOT require you to be part of the army; you CAN be a person who lived there before the takeover], or the Czarist half).)
Personality: (This is how your char acts. Please, I would like as few characters that can be described as “emo” or “tragically depressed” as possible. One or two is good.)
Quirks: (This is anything that is out of the ordinary, such as being ambidextrous or having an addiction. Quirks can be good or bad.)
Specialties/Skills: (This is your fighting style. MELEE OR RANGED ONLY! You may state that you use magic in this IF AND ONLY IF you have chosen magic as your Serum Power [see below]. This is, as stated above, subject to review.)
Serum Power: (This is your ONE power that you gained from the serum. This was not present as a human, and is not related to your mask. This is subject to review. Note: this does NOT have to be related to your mask's species, but is suggested that you tie in a reason for it either in your mask choice [i.e., mythology reference] or your back story [i.e., "illusions" can be explained by a desire to see their fantasies come to life].)
Racial Power: (This is a SINGLE power THAT THE GM DECIDES. If this is filled in when you send it in, it will be disregarded and replaced with what the GM deems appropriate for your mask.)

[code][b][color=blue]N[/color][/b][i][color=green]ame[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]S[/color][/b][i][color=green]ex[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]M[/color][/b][i][color=green]ask[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]A[/color][/b][i][color=green]ppearance[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]A[/color][/b][i][color=green]ge[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]B[/color][/b][i][color=green]ack[/color][/i] [b][color=blue]S[/color][/b][i][color=green]tory[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]N[/color][/b][i][color=green]ationality[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]P[/color][/b][i][color=green]ersonality[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]Q[/color][/b][i][color=green]uirks[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]S[/color][/b][i][color=green]pecialties[/color][/i]/[b][color=blue]S[/color][/b][i][color=green]kills[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]S[/color][/b][i][color=green]erum[/color][/i] [b][color=blue]P[/color][/b][i][color=green]ower[/color][/i]:
[b][color=blue]R[/color][/b][i][color=green]acial[/color][/i] [b][color=blue]P[/color][/b][i][color=green]ower[/color][/i]:

Silver Tsumugari
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PostPosted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:55 pm


Accepted Characters


Silver Tsumugari
Name: Tellat Zudan
Sex: Female
Mask: Wolf
Appearance: In human form, she is five feet tall, is extremely skinny due to her treatment, and has long, unkempt hair of a dark grey color. She wears what most can only be described as a set of blue undergarments that have hardly anything left to them. She has blue eyes that show a forlorn longingness for something long forgotten. She has countless scars and bruises all over her body.
In anthro form, she looks exactly the same, except her hair has changed from dark grey to a silvery-grey, she has grown fur (which grew in matted, like her hair), and her knees are reversed. The scars and bruises are still there, but are hidden by her fur. Her hands, which are a mixture of paws and hands, have claws at the tips of each finger and thumb. Her toes also have such claws. This is roughly how she looks.
Age: 20
Back Story: Tellat was held as a slave since birth. She served the leader of the Eleixandre and no one else. She was never fed properly and always whipped when caught doing something wrong. In the end, the Eleixandre's leader chose her a subject for the masks and serum because he felt that if she could survive it, the Eleixandre could create entire batallions of poor people and slaves. And so she was transported to the facility at Gastil for the experiment.
Nationality: Hyssmaye (Eleixandre), city of Clalius
Personality: Tellat is very timid and easily frightened. She is extremely submissive and is easily influenced. Her submissiveness often leads her to just accepting whatever she is told to do, while her easily-influenced mind bends to accept virtually any viewpoint without question.
Quirks: Was born blind, and can only "see" through her serum power.
Specialties/Skills: Tellat does not have any applicable skills or specialties.
Serum Power: Can "see" through aura. This gives her the ability to "see" the beings around her and her environment by reading its aura/natural energies. This also allows her to read peoples' emotions, moviations, etc. with but a glance.
Racial Power: Is able to pick up material (fighting styles, methods of thought, etc.) and learn them quickly.


Blow_em_up
Name: Jasmine Summers
Sex: Female
Mask: Kitsune (of the 9 tailed variety)
Appearance: Human: Jasmine is about 5’ 5” tall. She has a curvy build and perfect proportions. She has slightly bronzed, radiant skin, and a toned frame, which somewhat reflects her harder than normal lifestyle. She walks with an extremely feminine gait, letting her hips sway with every step. Her hair is rather long and straight, reaching to just below her shoulder blade. It has a rather silky texture, and is pleasant to the touch.
Anthro: Jasmine’s anthro form preserves much of her basic body structure. However, she becomes covered in silver fur whose glowing, radiant shade resembles the full moon on a clear night. Her tails have thick and bushy fur of the same shade. Her fur is surprising pleasant to touch, much like her hair. Her human hair is still present, though it adopts the color as the rest of her fur.
Age: 18
Back Story: Jasmine grew up in a town that is now part of Eleixandre controlled Hyssmaye. Her family was rather poor, and they struggled to maintain what little money they had left. When she was young, she was separated from her family during a flight for the town when the Eleixandre charged in. She survived by scrounging or stealing supplies. She basically took over an abandoned building to be her home, and lived on the fringe of society. Despite her rather dismal conditions at first, she kept her spirits high, finding opportunity is almost everything around her.
Nationality: Hyssmaye (Elexandre), city of Elora
Personality: Jasmine, despite her conditions, is actually rather playful and has a never say die attitude. She tends to be flirtatious, especially with her friends. She has a strange fascination with the occult, and tends to swipe books and papers on the topics when available. Her rather joyful and carefree nature belies her true resourcefulness and intelligence.
Quirks: She has a tendency to swipe books of interest or trinkets that catch her eye, if it’s possible to do so without being caught. Much of her “house” is filled with these as it is filled provisions.
Specialties/Skills: Due to her roguish lifestyle, Jasmine learned many skills in hand to hand combat and the use of improvised weapons. She is also skilled in salvaging goods, as well as sleight of hand, stealth, and lock picking. She prefers to outmaneuver her opponents and use her dexterity to take advantage of terrain. After receiving her serum power, she uses her spirit to toss items as projectiles or animate them to fight for her.
Serum Power: After receiving the serum, part of Jasmine’s spirit detaches from her body, floating around her in the form of a ghostly orb of purplish flame that is about 9 to 12 inches in diameter. It can be commanded by Jasmine to animate an object to both be flung as a projectile or come to life and fight for her. She can also send it into a living being, which turns the effect more into a curse, making the target slow, sluggish, and weak as the spirit fights for control. After being used, the spirit needs time to rest. A simple projectile toss isn’t very strenuous, and the effort is quickly recovered. Animation, on the other hand, is quite tasking and needs longer. The maximum time the spirit can control something is a minute, and if the animated object is destroyed with the spirit still in it, the spirit returns to Jasmine, but she takes heavy mental backlash, dazing her for a short time.
Racial Power: Sliding-Scale Form Shift (can shift from full-anthro to kitsune-mimi [human with fox ears and tails] and anywhere in between; can hold the form indefinitely).


glitch494
Name: Selphie Diris
Sex: Female
Mask: Chaos Dragon
Appearance: She has a very slim form, and is covered with greenish blue scales. Protruding from her head are two small horns, they almost seem decretive more then anything.
Age: 20
Back Story: Selphie seems out of place in a military academy because of her innocent appearance and her light-hearted personality. She isn't very studious, but somehow manages to get good grades. So much so that before she was taken she had been selected to become an apprentice under a general.
Nationality: Omissar, city of Alivil
Personality: Spunky, and carefree. Her happy go lucky disposition and laid-back attitude tend to catch others off guard.
Specialties/Skills: Broad Sword, Crossbow
Serum Power: Aura of Chaos [Random things happen to or around Selphie; this not inherently good or bad]
Racial Power: Chaos breath [dragon breath weapon that can use all elements, but is uncontrollable; the user has no control over which element is used when]


Commander Aran
Name: Lore Saed
Sex: Male
Mask: Bull
Appearance: About 6'3" and has black fur. He, of course being a male bull, has horns, which are slightly larger then average. He can, of course, stand up and towers over normal people. He has enough strength to swing a halberd with ease. Being a anthro, he has hands instead of hooves for his 'arms' which if he was a real bull, would be his forelegs.
Age: 23
Back Story: Lore was raised in a moderate, middle class home. His family was and is loyal to the king, raised in this household, he was loyal as well. He even became a soldier at the age of sixteen and soon, by working hard, he soon became a Major in his army.
Nationality: Omissar, city of Ako Pehnir (the capital)
Personality: He likes to 'woo' the ladies occasionally, especially the ones he likes. Sadly his jokes are rather bland and dry, so he doesn't seem like the joking around sort. However he enjoys a good laugh and doesn't mind being the focus of the joke. He'd gladly defend his friends and when he's needed he's there for them.
Quirks: N/A
Specialties/Skills: Basic self-defense (hand-to-hand); proficient with spears, axes, swords, and bows.
Serum Power: Earth Manipulation [Can alter the terrain to user's advantage; cannot change terrain type (i.e., a grassland cannot become a swamp); 20ft range; consumes a lot of energy when used for more than two minutes at a time].
Racial Power: Berserker [Attack power increases when enraged; however, defensive thought/capabilities are reduced].


Twiclipse
Name: Desta Ibori
Sex: Female
Mask: Cheetah
AppearanceDesta looks basically like this in human form.
Desta looks basically like this in anthro form.
As both a human and an anthro, she is only 5 feet tall. She has long black hair and piercing big blue eyes. She is very slender with a nice, proportional figure. Her skin is pale as a human, but this is obviously covered by fur as an anthro. She may appear rather frail and weak to others, but she is physically pretty strong and well capable of taking care of herself.
Age: 18
Back Story: Desta's original home in Aytig was burned, along with her family, 3 years ago by the Eleixandre. Shortly after, she was able to find a new "home" in a large city of Haseem, which really meant she became a street rat. She slept in porches and the best shelters she could find while usually stealing to make a living.
Nationality: Aytig, fallen city-state of Jivian
Personality: Desta is very crafty, cunning....and quite the smartass once you get to know her. To strangers she is very sweet and cute, or even sometimes more seductive if the situation seems to call for it (she does actually have a nice body to do so), but anyone around her definitely better watch their personal belongings--she'll steal the clothes right off your back before you know it. Once she gets to know people better (which doesn't happen often, since she's usually cast aside as something lower than most) she is very blunt, sarcastic and much more social. She does have her sensitive, kind moments but they are far and few between. The thing that helps her keep friends once she makes them is her loyalty and her soft spot to actually be caring when it is called for.
Quirks: None
Specialties/Skills: She's actually a very good gymnast after learning to scale buildings and use incredible methods to steal some harder to reach objects. Desta uses a fighting style much like Capoeira. She happened to learn such a rare form of fighting when she made a friend in the city who knew it. She met her while she was actually stealing from a store Desta was passing and got caught. She fought his way out of being caught and jailed and since then Desta insisted on learning, which she did an exemplary job of doing so.
Capoeira- "an art form that combines elements of martial arts, sports, and music... It is known by quick and complex moves, using mainly power kicks and quick leg sweeps, with some ground and aerial acrobatics, knee strikes, take-downs, elbow strikes, punches and headbutts."
Serum Power: Desta gains the ability to turn invisible. She has a bit of trouble controlling it, at least in the beginning, but quickly adapts and uses it to her advantage, as she does anything else... Any clothes she is wearing are unaffected by the invisibility. It fades when she attacks or makes any sudden movement, but will come back if she lies low and stays still for a minute or two. It has a time limit of anywhere from forty-five minutes to one hour.
Racial Power: Enhanced Speed (naturally moves quicker than a normal person; Enhanced Speed is most effective when on four legs, but still applies to bipedal stances).


The AcinaD
Name: Nero Leander Gonen
Sex: Male
Mask: Liger (Lion/Tiger)
Appearance: As a human (which isn’t seen too long), Nero has dark auburn hair, tan skin, a somewhat wide nose on his friendly round face, a medium build and long, dark eyelashes over his smiling, almost glowing green eyes. In anthro form, his dark eyebrows remain and his dark hair turns into a beautiful mane in a sweep over his forehead and covers his head, neck, and shoulders like a hood (minus his black ears with a large white spot on the back of each). Ebony stripes cover all of his body (including his face) except for parts of his chest and are nearly invisible in his dark mane. His green eyes actually hold a more glowing, enchanting quality in his anthro form and his under fur easily conceals his… “special” organs easily. He has a semi-human shaped head but with all features of a liger, including large canine teeth (the top large two canines sometimes sticking out over his bottom lip), has rather animal-form knees, and feet and hands are powerful, retractable claws.
Age: 22
Back Story: Nero grew up a reluctant hunter on his family’s poor small estate in a nameless, between-town area of Huemacoch. Hunting was the main method for obtaining food as lion and tiger ranges overlapped in this savannah and jungle area and livestock was quickly killed by these beasts or others, as wild game continued to decline. Nero’s family life and history aren’t the best, however. He was an illegitimate child of a poor woman and Elixandre soldier while his two sisters and younger brother are from his mother’s husband. Because of being illegitimate, his mother’s husband and his brother treated him cruelly and always put him to difficult labor while also having to care for his little sisters. While his half-brother and his half-brother’s father hunted many animals and later left for the war, Nero had to hunt and take more responsibility while his mother mostly tended to their small plot of crops and house duties. He observed the top predators –the tiger and the lion- and used their techniques to more efficiently hunt and feed his family, but all was naught. The Elixandre eventually came and slaughtered his whole family, violating them in front of his eyes, and took him for labor, experiment, and a possible pawn. His whole being is consumed with conquering the Elixandre, avenging his beloved family, and training himself to be strong enough to ward off evil and efficiently protect the ones he loves.
Nationality: Huemacoch
Personality: Very emotional and offended in strange ways, he is still very fun-loving and wants desperately to be noticed and treated with kindness.
Quirks: Ambidextrous, Becomes eerily silent and reclusive when reminded of something or offended
Specialties/Skills: He literally fights in the manners of the big cats, stalking, hiding, waiting, then striking furiously. He uses swords, daggers, and spears. Goes for the legs first. Death strikes are aimed at the neck.
Serum Power: Limited Shape Shifting [User has a choice of becoming one of the following: feral tiger, feral lion, or feral liger; average of one-minute shift time with seven-hour time limit before the user is forced back to their normal form].
Racial Power: Frightening Roar [User has a chance of stunning enemies temporarily by roaring loudly; only effective once per fight].


reality is too cruel
Name: Shi'ita Kurosen
Sex: Male
Mask: Bat
Appearance: Shi'ita was a puny 5' at his tallest measured height. We weighed a measly 99 lbs at his heaviest. His skin was slightly pale as he rarely ventured outside during the daytime. His ears were pierced, three each, and he wore black clothes. His hair was a dark black, and often fell into his face. His eyes are brown.
After the transformation, he still has the brown eyes, but he has now grown out fur that covers the majority of his body. He has wings that are on his arms. He has human legs, and still a bit of his human hair. Most of his fur is a dark brown, his stomach area being a lighter color. The piercings in his ears formed tiny holes in his ears, a silver ring against the pinker flesh where his earrings had been.
To give an idea of what I mean.
Age: 18
Back Story: Shi'ita was born in Haseem's capitol, where he had lived in a decent home until he was ten. He was usually left by himself during the day, and occasionally was able to play with his friend; that is, until his friend disappeared...He had been living happily until then, despite his parents leaving him to his own devices. But after his friend's disappearance, everything took a turn for the worse. He attempted suicide. Failed, and only left a mark around his neck from where he had tried to strangle himself...He uses his creativity and inventiveness to aid him in getting what he needs to survive.
Nationality: Haseem, city of Pillomeu
Personality: Shi'ita is a bit of a troubled teen. At first he had been a happy, yet lonely kid, but after his friend's disappearance, life became cold and depressing. He would occasionally go into paranoia-mode, where everybody hates him and everything is out to get him...They usually didn't last long. Now some time later, he can be calm at times, almost reasonable, but he still will break out into a paranoia-mode. He has a happy-mode, though it's rare for him to show it (unless candy is involved). He is even rarer aggressive, unless you step on a touchy subject.
Quirks: Mutters a lot. Has a bit of a sweet tooth.
Specialties/Skills: Shi'ita, despite what others might say, is quite agile and has amazing body strength, able to hold himself and more without losing his grip. He also can be a bit creative and inventive. He uses ranged weapons, such as bows, crossbows, and whips.
Serum Power: Supersonic waves [A vocal attack; causes high-frequency sounds that can cause headaches and minor to medium physical damage].
Racial Power: Flight [Can fly with the use of wings].


The Lonely Sock
Name: Laci Fairchild
Sex: Female
Mask: Domestic House Cat
Appearance: She looke like: http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae51/XxLovelyEmoLexixX/animelolitagirl.png : in her human form and something like this: http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae51/XxLovelyEmoLexixX/__what_a_tease___by_rishi_chan-d3g7i9o.jpg : ine her anthro form (with long hair). She is also 5'3" in both forms.
Age: 17
Back Story: Laci was abandoned at a young age, and was taken in by a group nomads, or gypsies. She performed on the streets with them for a very long time, until they were split up when the city-state fell. She learned many useful fighting skills.
Nationality: Aytig, fallen city-state
Personality: She is shy and sweet, but manipulative. She uses her charm to get what she wants, she was a popular performer and brought in a lot of money. She may look small and weak but she is a merciless killer when she needs to be.
Quirks: She gets shy around men, they make her nervous because she'd watched many women that lived with her get overpowered and hurt by them.
Specialties/
S
kills: She is an excellent dagger thrower, as she's had much practice. She also knows her way with a longbow, crossbow, and swords. She has excellent eyesight.
Serum Power: Mind Reading [User can listen to and see the thoughts of others, but only if they are directing their mind at that person; does not work on beings of lower cognitive prowess than a human (i.e., cannot be used on a feral cat)].
Racial Power: Divination [User is able to see and commune with nearby spirits; only activates when user wishes it to; does not force spirits to commune with user].
 
PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:56 pm


PROLOGUE


A man lay on a cold, hard, metal bed around which was a number of men in white lab coats. Each of them waited for the instruction to proceed. After several minutes, the Professor finally came into the room. He nodded to each man in turn. Finally, his gaze alighted upon the one holding the syringe.
“Inject the serum,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” the other replied.
The man injected the entirety of the serum into the unconscious man’s bloodstream. At first nothing happened. However, slowly, each man in white noticed the twitching in the restrained man’s hands and feet. The next thing any of them knew, he was awake and screaming! The man’s eyes flew open. His pupils were dilated, his eyes bloodshot, and a look of madness filled them. He pulled at each of the bonds, though he was unable to break the metal at first. After less than thirty seconds, with one final tug, he broke the one restraining his right arm. The bond was sent flying in the air, and shattered several vials on a table. Strange chemicals and glass shards flew in the air, and started to cover the ground. Using his now freed arm, he ripped off the bonds and threw them wildly. One of them, after almost striking an assistant in the skull, flew past and imbedded itself in the harsh, stone walls. He started screaming, and was now trying to rip off the mask that covered his face. The men in white watched in horror as the masked man flailed around the room, attempting to get it off.
He had reached the other side of the room when he let go of the mask and simply began swinging his head around. But in his flailing, his face hit the sharp corner of a wall that protruded from the one next to it. The men in white gasped, and he stopped moving. He even stopped screaming. After a moment, as if in slow motion, he fell back. A man moved toward him.
“No,” the Professor said. “Leave him.”
The man did as he was told. For several minutes, no one spoke. Finally, the Professor walked over to the man: the mask was smashed, nearly cleaved in two. He gently pulled on the left side of the mask, which caused the two halves to split the rest of the way. Beneath the mask, blood had poured from the man’s eyes, nose, and mouth. He removed the other half, to find the same condition on the other half of the man’s face.
“Keep him under observation for forty-eight hours. If he does not revive, destroy the body. If he revives, kill him.”
The Professor turned away, leaving the broken mask on the man’s body.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 4:19 pm


DAY ONE


Everyone:
You wake up to a dull ache all over your body. You feel like you haven't moved in days. You are lying on a cold stone floor, surrounded by bars. You are in a cell. You see six other cells with no space between them. Each of them holds a single person. Everyone's faces are hidden by white masks. These masks are representative of different animals. You cannot see your own mask, but you can feel it on your face. The masks are not flat; they are designed in the actual shape of the animal's faces. The order, from west/left to east/right is:
Jasmine
Tellat
Nero
Selphie
Lore
Desta
Shi'ita

There is only one door out of the room. Most of the light is coming from a few shafts of dingy moonlight that cast bizarre shadows across the floor. The walls appear to be constructed of stone, using masonry techniques typical to that of a fortress. There is only one door out of the room and three guards "patrolling" the small space between the cell doors and the door out. One of them is meditating near Shi'ita's cell; the second is sitting in front of Selphie's cell, staring off into space; and the third is standing in front of Jasmine's cell, counting bricks in the wall.

Jasmine:
The girl to your right is naked and shivering. She looks extremely cold. You cannot see her mask, as she is facing away from you.

Nero:
The girl to your left is naked and shivering. She looks extremely cold. Her mask is shaped like a wolf's face. The girl to your right looks like she passed out drunk. Her mask is a dragon.

Selphie:
Not only do you feel the dull ache all over, but you also seem to have a hangover. The man to your left looks like he has been roughed up recently. His mask looks like a cross between a lion and a tiger. The man to your right is wearing the uniform of your nation, Omissar. His mask looks like a bull.

Lore:
The girl to your left looks like she passed out drunk. She is wearing a dragon mask. The girl to your right looks like a street rat. She is wearing a cheetah mask.

Desta:
The man to your left looks to be a soldier, as he is wearing the yellow uniform of the army of Omissar. He is wearing a bull mask. The boy to your right looks to be about your height, but inexplicably skinny. He is wearing a bat mask.

Shi'ita:
The girl to your left looks like a street rat. She is wearing a cheetah mask.
PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:17 pm


I look at the girl and feel some empathy for her. I knew how that felt like once upon a time. My first winter alone was spent much like that. I had some clothes back then, but they were so torn up that they only truly functioned as a veil to make me socially accceptable. During cold weather like this, I usually wore three layers of clothing and even that didn't beat back the chill of Hyssmaye's bitter, ruthless winds. I take off my coat and feed it through the bars to her. "Here, take this, see if it helps at all." I say softly to her. "A fine woman such as youself shouldn't be freezing out in the cold like this." I add on.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:50 pm


"That must have been one hell of a party! But I don't remeber being in this cage... Kinky," I say aloud. Then I turn to the bull mask guy. "Hey wait... That's the uniform of my country! Then you must know me! Selphie the party queen!"
PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:27 pm


Thanks to the party girl's (or at least I can assume to be a party girl) dropping of the word "kinky", I can't help but feel a slight change of my mindset. I decide that now was as a good of time as any to start checking out my cell mates. some might take it as objectifying, but it really wasn't my intent, I just wanted something nice to think about while I waitout my sentence... and I was always willing to reciprocate the feelings. So... first things first, I decided to spend some time checking out the girl I just gave my coat to before she started to cover up. She was the closest to me, she was naked, and hey, I figure if I'm giving her my coat, taking a look isn't too unethical.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 6:34 pm


Shi'ita wakes up stiffly, and rubs the back of his neck. He can feel the mask on his face, but cannot tell what it looks like. He tries standing only to fall back on his butt on the stone floor. He does not attempt to get up again. He makes quiet paranoia mutterings. "I knew they were out to get me. See? I was right..."
PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:03 pm


Jasmine:
She looks at you: she is wearing a wolf mask.
"Who are you talking to?" she asks.
She hasn't turned enough for you to properly check her out; though she does have a rather cute a**. She looks shorter than you and has long, matted dark grey hair.

Shi'ita:
"Hmm?" the meditating guard says.
He opens his eyes and looks at you.
"Oh, you're up," he says.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:07 pm


"You of course!" I say to her cheerfully. I curse the fact that I cant see her face, though it wasn't too surprising. I decide to keep running my eyes over the good parts until she turns around, hopefully she doesn't notice. I can't help but wonder what happened to this girl to make her show up like this. It seemed odd that she wasn't at least given something to wear...
PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:16 pm


I rub my head in trying to figure out what's going on, but care not about my body's condition: I immediately become immersed in this girl next to me. I stick my arm between the bars and gently reach out and touch the arm of the pathetic girl, lightly leaving my hand there.

"Are...are you okay? Is there any way I can help you?"

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:22 pm


Jasmine:
She gets on all fours and crawls over to you. She uses her right hand to feel her for anything in her path. Eventually, her hand touches the bars.
"What are you giving me?" she asks, as though she cannot see the coat right in front of her.
She is still on all fours. You can see her breasts quite well, but nothing else. Though she seems to be extremely skinny...

Nero:
You are unable to touch her because she moves toward the girl on the opposite side, the one with the fox mask. However, you are given a perfect view of her a** (and a little more, too). The way she talks, you have to wonder what kind of life she had...and why she was asking the fox mask what she was offering, despite the fox mask's coat being held up right in front of her.
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