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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 2:23 pm
Cloning, with most methods on the market today it just results with a younger version of what could be your twin. But here at Cyron Company Corperation & Products we have improved on the old methods to bring you a new product that will leave our competitors in the dust.
The new CCCP lineup will ensure that you will have peace of mind for te rest of your like, and beyond. With excellent bond ratings from such companies as Lloyds of London and major world governments across the glode you are garanteed to have a perfect product at your disposal.
For more information about Cyron and its products please visit our website or contact one of our many branch offices: see reverse side
- pamphlet found in the wreckage of site 17.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 2:30 pm
7 days previously to the site 17 disaster, a new line of products were scheduled to be tested and run through the standard tests. The new energy crisis however caused a blackout to occour at a critical time in the process and emergency measues were taken.
Most of the product batch did not make it, but those that did, showed remarkable oddities. The blackout having damaged communications left site 17 out of contact from CCCP headquarters, but the on site personnel decided to continue with the testing. 14 hours into the testing procedure all data backups and security tapes stop. From the timing this coincides with another blackout. By the time the 2 security cameras that survived the disaster come back online, they are buried beneath rubble and shed no additional information.
Company agents have been dispached to assist the forensics team on site, no new information has been gathered as of yet.
- exerpt from CCCP report on the site 17 incident, + 10 days after event.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 2:44 pm
Profiles: I would prefeer them sent through PM, but if I am not on, and post them, I can allways edit them to this part.
EXAMPLE:
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Online Name:
Character Name:
Profession: (( Site 17 Survivor, CCCP worker, CCCP Agent, civilian, goverment agent, rival company emplyee, etc ))
Pysical Attributes:
[ Age (( mental or physical )) ]
[ Genome type (( gender )) ]
[ appearance (( descrition, or pic link )) ]
[ distinguishing marks, inks, scars, etc. ]
Advanced training, skills, or abilities:
Phobia/mental disturbances: (( due to the events during the blackouts the survivors were subjected to thier worst fears, causing in many cases irreversible cardiac arrest, when subjected to thier fear stimuli they tend to become... erratic and react out of proportion to the stimuli. Others can have phobias or other psycological quirks like OCD or something ))
Bio:
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Online Name: Draqx
Character Name: Draqx
Profession: Site 17 Survivor
Pysical Attributes:
Mental age: 24 primarily
Male
180cm 100kg pale skin, hazel eyes, and 200+mm hair
Freckling on limbs, scattered scarring on arms and back. During use of special abilities the freckles glow and scars can shift.
Advanced training, skills, or abilities: First aid, simple outdoor survival, machine and electronis operation, and transference/healing, erratic OOB during sleep
Phobia/mental disturbances: Being trapped underwater and drowning, also seems to have memories/personalities of those initially lost of the batch, may show signs of different phobias during mental drifting.
Bio: Draqx was one of the last of the batch to be rescued, and nearly perished from drowning in the liquid encasing him after the O2 stopped, needed one of the longest recover times to be brought back to consiousness after the on site workers broke him out, giving him massive scarring on his back and arms. When Draqx finally regained consiousness, he had allready been tested as he seemed to play host to those that had died during the first blackout.
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Online Name: Victoria of Aragon.
Character Name: Dexine.
Profession: Survivor of Site 17.
Pysical Attributes:
[ Twenty-one years of age. ]
[ Female. ]
[ Blonde ringlets that fall to her lower back, deep green eyes that are almost too wide and innocent, petite` and fair complected. ]
[ Elaborate tribal tattoos that span her entire back, snaking over her shoulders to stop just before her chest, and along her hips just before her pelvic region. ]
Advanced training, skills, or abilities: Close Quarters Combat, tracking though it's fairly untuned at this point, survival training, and triage. She also knows how to use certain herbs for healing/soothing qualities.
Phobia/mental disturbances: For the most part, she will try to stay away from men in general. She can tolerate most of them, but those with facial hair seem to send her... over the edge. She will do anything it takes to ensure that they will never be able to hurt her again. Will be explained in further detail in the "bio" section.
Bio: Dax was created as a way for her "counter-part" to learn to be more assertive with the male populace. As one of the few female Special Forced Members of the Canadian military, she was taken advantage of numerous times by her "team-mates.", but most noticibly her commanding officer, Higgins. Being a larger man with a rugged look about him, Dax's sponsor was never the same again.
Once the blackouts started, Dax was victim to this nightmare time and again. When she was found, she was huddled in the corner, a spare wire from a monitor wrapped around one of the personel's throat. After that, they were forced to sedate her until the medical examiners had a chance to look at her. Sadly, the next blackout prevented that.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 3:05 pm
The story begins near the end of the second blackout, where the survivors find themselfs outside of the collapsing site 17, heads aching and no real idea why they are aoutside, the last thing recalled, being asleep after a day of testing with only a rough idea of what thier abilities and implanted memories are, much less how to control them.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 6:58 pm
...memories, flashes of conversations and faces, differing perspectives... fear... darkness... ...aching lungs, filling with liquid and choking, feeling life ebb away, trying to cling to everything, anything... desperate need... ...a bright flash and a loud noise...
A massive intake of breath and eyes flashing open the feeling of air flowing down and into the lungs, sweet blessed air, exquisite in its purity and freshness. The feeling of fear flowing out with each exhalation and hope coming with each inhalation. Then the eyes twitch in thier sockets, shapes and colours coming to attention.
'Wh-where'
The sound of the voice seemed to break the mood and brought the pain signals of sore mussles and various aches and complains of a strained body. With a groan and slow movements the person into a sitting position as it looked around. Slowly limited comprehension and knowledge to mind as the fear is displaced completely by curiosity, and with that knowledge comes a name, and a question.
'Draqx, that is what I was called... by the others... if I am here, where ever that is, where are they?'
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:21 pm
A strange hiss of a sigh parted the woman's full lips, lulling her head to the right absently. A sad miscalculation on her behalf, causing her golden ringlets to pass too close to an open flame. 'Flame..?' Dexine's entire body covulsed with the sudden realization that she was close to an open flame, hardly having the time to stop and rationalize where it had come from. The lithe woman continued to recoil away from the flame until her back was pressed firmly against what she could only assume was an overturned desk, finally allowing her mica orbs to scan the area before her.
The building was... gone. No, not gone... decaying? Dexine's face contorted into a mask of confusion, struggling to pout all the pieces together. She knew she had been there recently; as recently as that day, if she hadn't lost too much time. Lifting her right hand to inspect the damage done to her blonde tresses, the woman began to try and recount the events leading up to her rather groggy awakening.
She had been with... them all day; that much she knew with the upmost certainty. Another groan parted her lips as she lifted herself from the ground, her frail fingers finding a tiny pinprick in the middle of her neck. "What the fu..." she began slowly, inspecting the wound as best as she could, given she had no mirror. It was then that her head snapped backwards, and a shrill cry broke free from her throat - or perhaps it had been her soul? - and forced the woman back to her knees.
Dexine could see her demise; see the attackers plain as day, smell the nicotine on their breathe. Her pale lids came to a firm close, fisting her hands within her ringlets as tightly as she could before shaking her head violently. Which was the dream? Their haunting faces, or this hellish landscape? As suddenly as the vision came, it was gone; vanished into the smoke infested air that surrounded them. '...them?'
She spun around on her heels, nearly toppling over in the process as she came to another realization - just how many poor souls had staggered out into this... place? On wobbling legs, the blonde haired woman carefully padded across the expanse of the area, looking for anyone who may have still been breathing. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" A pathetic cry for help, but knowing she wasn't the only one was better than anything else she had going for her in these moments.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:41 pm
Draqx whiped his head to track the sound of a scream, wincing imediatly as his strained mussles protested. Questions ran though his head, what was that scream, why was he so sore, and what was he doing outside, though not completly outside, the ground that he was on was that of what a foundation of a large building might have been made of, oddly coloured marks where walls might have gone, but clouds overhad lit up from the sun, making the scene lit from all sides and only pale shadows cast.
Draqx groaned as he got to his feet, taking a bare moment to steady himself as he got his balance, it seemed off somehow. He had no more time to pursue this thought as he hear someone. He could not make out what was said, or the exact location it came from, shapes and sights still taking a moment for him to process, as if he needed glasses, be he could remember not needing glasses, a head injury perhaps, so he decided to see if he could get whoever was out there to come to him. He took a deep breath and let out a call that was cut shourt from a complaint from his lungs and a cough and then continuing in a less loud way.
' OOOOOOOYYY! hack cough bleh. Can you hear me?'
Draqx cringed internally at the sheer amount of liquid stupid that that last bit contained, if anyone answered of course they could hear him, DUH! Perhaps that head injury idea was on the right track...
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:02 am
Dax's mica orbs narrowed considerably as she heard the voice ring out across the destoyed area. A male. She felt her pulse quicken, her palms start to sweat, and the hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end. Of all the people she could have run into, the first was a damned Y-Chromosone! The images of a strange man flooded her mentality, and nearly sent the frail woman to her knees with terror. Was the person in search of her... him...?
"I hear you!" The woman called back numbly, trying to find the strength to do more; to follow the sound of his voice; to see if he was in worse shape than she was; to help in any way... The fears of their kind was a powerful driving force, however, and it took a few moments before Daxine was finally comfortable enough to follow the sounds of the strange coughing to its origin. "Stay where you are; I'll come to you."
Was that really such a good idea? Only time would tell, sadly, and the blonde haired woman found herself staggering over the overturned terrain as carefully as she could muster. She slipped a number of times, crashing to the charred ground with a sound grunt before picking herself up once more. She was tough. Tough? Daxine wasn't sure if she could even be considered tough. She wanted to run as far from the man's voice as was possible, but there was a certain calmness lulling within her core. This stranger sounded nothing like Higgins, so perhaps she wasn't in half as much danger as she previously thought.
Her right hand rose once more to the mark upon her neck absently, struggling to recall where or when she had recieved it. During the destruction of this building? Before? After? Her templed throbbed with a coming headache, but still she pushed further, clearing the last bit of distance where she thought the voice had originated. "Speak up," a simple command, and one she hoped wouldn't result in too much trouble.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 12:27 pm
Draqx nodded in response while a coughing fit came over him, again kicking himself mentally because a nod was just really going to help if no one could see it.
Draqx eventually managed to hack up a handful of phlem and felt better, as if he had cleared his lungs from whatever it is that came out, his eyesight still too blurry to see anything but a blob of wetness on the ground. After calming down he realized that while his eyesight was still fuzzy it was getting easyer to identify things, perhaps he was getting the hang of it.
Draqx heard the person, much closer this time ask him to speak up so he replied hoping the other could follow his voice, because he did not want to try moving too much and trip over something.
'I am over here, I will keep talking for you to follow my voice, as it seems I am having a bit of trouble with my eye sight at the moment.'
Draqx got a bit of a headache at this and touched one hand to his head and felt something wet and sticky clinging to his hair. He brought his hand down in front og his face, and he could tell that there was something dark on his hand, the pale skin allowing for the contrast to be reconized even though the blurry vision, at this he said to himself in a whisper
'Great, and on top of all this I seem to be bleeeding, ether that or my head got dipped in molasses or something'
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 5:17 am
Daxine had to spin around on her heels a couple times after the man's voice rung out through the debris once more, and again she was almost sent spiraling downward. Almost as quickly as the world began to spin around her, she spread her footing without thinking to balance herself once more. As the colours and sounds gradually cleared to a more managable level, she turned her emerald eyes toward the area around her, trying to find someone - anyone - who might have been speaking to her earlier.
"I'm almost there," Dax stated softly, feeling as if somehow it was "right" to say this. In the back of her mind she could recall lessons, teaching... Keep speaking with the downed team-mate; assure them that help is coming... it prevents further risks to their... The blonde stopped suddenly, head craned to the right as she studied the strange sight before her. She could see a man crouched within the destruction, one hand applying pressure to the side of his head, and an ever growing carmine paint covering everything around him. Was he hurt?
She chewed at her lower lip for a moment, struggling to regulate her breathing and heart-rate. He was a male; one of them. Yet, he was injurted, wasn't he? That meant the risk of him trying to attack her were slim to none, didn't it? Again a searing pain tore at her skull behind her confused orbs, causing the petite` woman to close her pale lids painfully. The pain was almost too much to bear, but there was that obligatory pull to help this person - this man, her team-mate? - in any way she could. Cautiously, she made her way closer to him, careful to keep her guard up as best as possible.
With some hesitation, she knelt down beside the man, gingerly taking his hand away from his head in order to inspect the wound. It wasn't serious... if she could take care of the bleeding. Keep him talking...it will keep him... shock... "You're going to be alright, sir; just hang in there a little longer, okay?" The woman's hands moved with a mind of their own in these moments, carefully brushing aside his short tresses in order to get a better look upon the laceration only to set her attention upon the items scattered around them. Was there anything she could even use to stop the bleeding?
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 12:21 pm
Draqx heard the other person get closer, and manged to get his eyes tracking the blurry movement. He knew that if he had recived a head wound that had messed with his vision in both eyes, then there was the risk of internal bleeding in the brain, but somehow the explination did not feel quite right, even if his headache was trying to convince him of that.
When he heard the other person, call him sir, and it being close enough to pretty much identify the voice as on belonging to a female, or at least sounding close enough as no nevermind, he gave a shaky chuckle and replied.
'Sir is it, I am pretty sure I do not feel that old. but thanks for the encouragement anyways maam'
When the other person touched his hand, still slcik with liquid he felt something within him... change. Like a feeling of warm honey pouring down his arm, up his chest, to his head then over the rest of his body. An uncontrolled shudder ran though him and fresh pain in new areas burst forth before colming down. He also had a peculiar sensation in his eyes, as if the eyes themselves were changing shape inside thier sockets. This caused him to close his eyelids untill it passed, his beathing coming in short sharp respirations untill he felt like a hot poker was searing into the back of his neck. This caused his hand to jerk to cover the back of his neck with a short sound of pain escaping past his lips.
Draqx opened his eyes, the world seeming to waver a moment before settling in clear as it should be, this surprised him enough that he was speachless.
If one was watching the two however, they would have noticed several things that were very odd. From the moment the contact had been made nicks, srcatches, bruises and wounds from the blonde would dissapear then reappear in a somewhat lesser state on the sitting one on the ground. Also one might have noticed the hazel eyes beiefly seem to have a more pronounced green colour before returning to its normal hazel mix, and then tracking things properly. Also the puncture on the neck was not completely removed from the blond, and only a slight mark appearing on the other, and if one would be able to under the shirt of the one sitting for a brief moment a ghost of a pattern would have been almost visible, as well as the freckles on the arms glowing, but the long sleeved shirt unfortunatly did not show this.
(( for those of you wondering, the contact triggered the transference ability, the wounds going from Dexine to Draqx, but the more intact parts being copied and integrated, I.E. the eyes, so he can see properly now, but as the contact was brief, mostly only skin deep problems were transfeered, and the tatto not effected. Oh yeah, and now Draqx is in more pain, at least Dex should be feeling better now. ))
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 5:28 pm
Had she called him sir? With her blonde brows furrowed together with worry, gazing down upon the man before her curiously. Her mind swam with blurred images of nameless faces, swirling around her in a dizzying dance that taunted her memories. No... No, perhaps this man was not a team-mate; not one of them... But then, who was he? The woman barely had a chance to ponder these things as a strange sensation tore through her body, forcing her pale lids shut.
What was he doing, exactly? Her entire body seemed to be tingling, pulsing, waxing and waning... but why? Instinctively, Dexine jerked away from the man, wanting to shout at him - curse his name - anything to make her feel... less of a victim. But why? Again a pulsation tore at the back of her eyes, but she was able to note several key changes within the man. He seemed to be hurting. Hurting. Hadn't he been hurt before?
"Are you okay?" the woman finally asked, resisting the urge to reach out and grasp his shoulder. Something in the back of her mind clicked; warned her that touching this man again would mean more changes both for herself, and for him. He was able to look around now, though, and that had to be a good sign... right?
[[ Bleh. Sorry about the delay in posting. Had a few family issues that needed to be worked out. ]]
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:29 pm
Draqx blinked at the question and opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it as if to ponder on what he was feeling.
'I do not know about okay, but I definatly feel different. That and have seemed to have regained my sight. and I seem to recall that there may or may not be hazardous materials stored... or at least used to be stored here. I am not sure why I know that, but if that is true, perhaps making our way up wind in case it is some sort of toxic gas or... coolant?... uphill to.'
Draqx moved, groaning a bit, but obvious that he was going to get to his feet.
'Just give me a moment to get up, but the sooner we move the better, have to get safe... have to get, away?... why away... soory about that maam. I think I might have injured my head harder then I thought.'
Draqx shakily got to his feet, though the pain of sore mussles and what felt like countless abrasions. he just stood breathing for a moment before he got his balance then turned to look at the person that had come to help him.
(( its oky, things happen. plus it would be pretty poor sport to let things come in the way of family yes? ))
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 5:02 am
"Clark," the frail woman corrected when he called her ma'am, her face suddenly falling to a stotic expression. Both the news of the strange coolants uphill and the strange name she had given herself forced Dexine to pause for a moment, still crouched before the man. Clark certainly wasn't a female name; a quick glance at her own body assure her that she was, in fact, a female. So, where then did it come from? Faces swirled within her mentaility once more, and she struggled to understand what they meant. She saw herself, and others... men...
"Clark, bring up the rear!" A large man ordered in a hiss of a whisper, jerking his head backwards to further accenturate his point. His chestnut hair was short, cropped cleanly against his skull, but that damned goatee was as visible as always... taunting her... reminding her of Old Nick, more than anything.
Hesitantly, Dexine rose from her spot within the underbrush, grabbing her assult rifle in the process. Her mica orbs drifted toward the man, Higgins, before nodding in agreement. Picking her way through the foliage, the woman couldn't help but feeling as if something was... wrong. Higgins never ordered her to the rear of the group; he knew better than anyone that her aim was nigh perfect. Why would he waste a perfectly good solider like that? Because she was a woman?
"Gotcha'!" Two arms moved around her shoulders, one jerking the rifle out of her hand while the other moved up to fist within her golden curls. Dexine shuddered involuntariy when she saw her would be attacker, Higgins, smirking licentiously into her terror stricken face."Now... be a good girl and..."
Dexine jerked suddenly as the assult of images continued to nag behind her skull, allowing a soft whimper to part her trembling lips. By the time the vision had faded, the man she had helped earlier was already to his feet, waiting for her to follow with a look of urgency reflecting in his hazel eyes. How long had she been sitting here like a damn fool!? "Dexine..." she amended to her previous statement, rising from her spot in order to meet him face to face. Clark was someone from the past; someone shrouded in pain and fear... She never wanted to be a part of that life again. "And you are?' Dexine paused for a brief moment, tucking her tresses behind her ears before pushing past the man, not really sure as to where she was going. "If we're the only two people left here... Maybe... Maybe we should know each other's names. It would be a whole hell of a lot easier than calling each other 'sir' or 'ma'am'."
[[ Lol, well I hadn't really thought of it like that. =P Still, it's nice to know that people understand that I do have a life away from Gaia, and won't be able to post all day every day. ]]
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 12:49 pm
Draqx, being somewhat distracted by his protesting mussles, and a feeling somewhat like mild "pins and needles" throught his body assumed that the names given were last and first names respectivly.
'Well Miz Clark, or Dexine if you prefeer to be called by your first name. I am not rightly sure what my name is, with all the pounding in my head, though I do have some inclination that a few addressed me by "Draqx", a bit of a mouthful I am sure, you got to roll the R a bit to do it justice I think... or is that "RRRRoll up the RRRim to win"... anyways... where was I?'
Draqx got a quizzical look on his face as he tried to track down his train of thought.
'Oh right, uphill, shall we?'
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