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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:50 pm
 Infected~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Table of Contents1. The Ömnögovi Aimag Incident
2. Character Skeleton
3. Character Links
4. Rules
5. BioDyne Pharmaceuticals
6. A.R.C.: The Agency For Research and Containment
7. Superior Syndrome
8. Patient Zero
9. Updates
10. Extras
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 4:33 pm
The Ömnögovi Aimag Incident
On April 9th, 1912 above Dalandzadgad, Mongolia a 100 foot in diameter meteor broke up in the atmosphere. A ten foot chunk of the rock was all that remained by the time it hit the Earth, 10 kilometers outside of the village of 150 people. The resulting crash released as much energy as 5 megatons of TNT, causing a noise as loud as a cannon blast to break through the once still, night air.
By the next day, the people of Dalandzadgad brought the chunk back to their town and kept it in the local temple. However, within a few months, men, claiming to be agents of the League of Nations arrived and took the space rock, but the damage had already been done.
By the time the agents had arrived, five villagers had been infected with a mysterious illness. So, when the agents took the meteor, they took the sick as well, for research.
Skip ahead, 118 years, it is now 2030. Though cases of what has come to be known in circles that know about it as 'Superior Syndrome' have popped up around the globe over the years, they have always been isolated cases, never a full outbreak. Because of this, the general public of planet Earth have gone about their lives, completely unaware that proofs of evolution walk among them. For Superior Syndrome is a unique illness. In phase one, the infected feel flu-like symptoms, this lasts about two weeks. The second phase is what gives it it's name, for the ill develop what can only be called 'super powers'. Telepathy, telekinesis, flight, shape shifting, molecular manipulation, regeneration and even immortality. The third phase, for those who are not immortal, is a coma. Finally, the cells and genetic code of the victim begins to break down and the victim dies.
The world has been blissfully unaware of Superior Syndrome for 118 years, thanks to a paragovernment super secret organization known as 'A.R.C.' or the Agency for Research and Containment. They are a group dedicated to keeping the victims secret and finding a cure, if there is one, though at times they may be more like assassins.
You are one of the sick, a normal person with this grand fate thrust upon them. But the choice is yours, will you choose the save the world, or save yourself? Choose wisely.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:01 pm
Character SkeletonThere are two profiles, one for Infected, the other for normal people.Infected Profile[size=11][u]Basic Information[/u]
[b]Case Manager:[/b] ((Gaia Name))
[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Middle Name or Initial:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Alias' or Nicknames:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b]
[b]Marital Status:[/b] ((Single, married, engaged, divorced etc.))
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Birthday:[/b]
[b]Hometown:[/b]
[b]Country of Citizenship:[/b]
[b]Career or Job:[/b]
[b]Psychological Information:[/b] ((Personality))
[b]Biographical Data:[/b] ((Short Personal Biography))
[u]Physical Information[/u]
[b]Overall Appearance:[/b] ((Picture of good description))
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Body Type:[/b] ((Athletic, thin, wiry, muscular etc.))
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[b]Skin Tone:[/b]
[b]Distinguishing Marks:[/b] ((Tattoos, scars, piercings etc.))
[u]Condition Information[/u]
[b]Super Power:[/b]
[b]Power Description:[/b]
[b]Time Infected:[/b] ((How long have you had this ability/illness?))
[b]Case Number:[/b] ((Give a random assortment of 9 letters and numbers in this form xxx-xx-xxxx))[/size] Normal Profile[size=11][u]Basic Information[/u]
[b]Case Manager:[/b] ((Gaia Name))
[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Middle Name or Initial:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b]
[b]Alias' or Nicknames:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Birthday:[/b]
[b]Hometown:[/b]
[b]Country of Citizenship:[/b]
[b]Career or Job:[/b]
[b]Psychological Information:[/b] ((Personality))
[b]Biographical Data:[/b] ((Short Personal Biography))
[u]Physical Information[/u]
[b]Overall Appearance:[/b] ((Picture of good description))
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Body Type:[/b] ((Athletic, thin, wiry, muscular etc.))
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[b]Skin Tone:[/b]
[b]Distinguishing Marks:[/b] ((Tattoos, scars, piercings etc.))[/size]
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:15 pm
Character Links
When Profiles are posted in the character thread, they will be link to from this post.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:52 pm
Rules
1. NO god modding or powerplaying. That means, your character must get hit every once in a while, might even get critically injured.
2. You can do whatever you want! It's a big world out there. You want to be a super hero and save the city? GO AHEAD! You want to have a high school drama and try to hide your powers? Go ahead! Want to time travel somewhere and have an adventure while trying to maintain the historical timeline? DO IT! The choice is yours.
3. I'll start the RP officially when I get at least two members. Anyone who wants to join after that can jump in in the following ways: They were off doing something else when the RP started, they don't join the crew until they're in the RP and we encounter them, etc.
4. Romance is encouraged, but keep it PG-13
5. Put this in your profile so I know you read the rules: burning_eyes
6. Try not to have all Japanese names or something like that. This is not an anime, we are trying to be at least semi-realistic, meaning don't have blue hair either. Let's get a bit of diversity here guys.
7. You can of course swear, but go overboard.
8. IMPORTANT!!!! PM me your profiles with the subject line, "YATTA!"
9. NO DOUBLE POSTING! If you must add more to your characters statement, you can edit the post!
10. Let's try to keep this RP alive mmk?
11. NO ONE LINERS. But, this is a Literate to Advanced Literate RP. What this means is that we're looking for quality for quantity. But a one liner is still unacceptable, give me at least 2 good paragraphs per post.
12. No posting frenzies, they are annoying and force others to read a lot of information. If you do make a posting frenzy, you are to post a summary of what the scene was about at the end of it.
13. Have fun!
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:24 pm
 Since 2012, BioDyne Pharmaceuticals has been the world leader in over the counter drugs, prosthesis, pain killers, medicinal cybernetics and robotic medical aid technologies. Even today we continue to train new generations of doctors, engineers and chemists in an effort to make your world a better place to live. We are the number one producer and installer of medicinal cybernetics, including eyes, Cochler Implants and artificial organs.
Our incredible legacy all began in 2011, when our founder and president Dr. Victor Engel, then a humble graduate student of chemistry at M.I.T., discovered the cure for HIV, which once was known as the 'plague of the 20th century'. A quarter of a century later, Dr. Engel continues to dedicate his time and life to saving us all from the worst diseases known to human kind.
We have found cures for diseases like Leukemia, along with effective treatments for degenerative conditions like Alzheimers.
We are also one of the world leaders in robotics technology, which allows us to develop artificially intelligent machines to help disabled and aging individuals live full, successful and independent lives.
Our mission is still today, as it always has been, find the diseases no one thinks can be cured, and then promptly cure them. We have never failed in our goal and have successfully increased the quality of life for billions of people world wide.BioDyne Pharmaceuticals; Saving the world, one person at a time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 11:34 pm
A.R.C.: The Agency For Research and ContainmentFounded in 1946, the Agency for Research and Containment was formed in the aftermath of World War II. With the downfall of Hitler's Germany agents of the Allied Powers discovered his long rumored hidden laboratories. There it was discovered that the Nazis had been running experiments on what was then known in isolated circles as 'Superior Syndrome'. This proved to the leaders of the Allies that there needed to be a group to regulate these individuals. Thus, the Agency for Research and Containment was formed by the new United Nations.
They are run by a select few on the United Nations Security Council. Though they're agents are secretive, they hide in plain sight. They live normal lives, have normal families of their own, normal jobs. There are agents stationed all across the globe, and bases of A.R.C. can be located in every single major city on the planet also hidden in plain sight.
A.R.C. agents are issued a Browning Buck Mark .22 handgun, it is the only identifier that you will ever find that they are agents. The people of the world is blissfully unaware of their existence and they mean to keep it that way.
A.R.C. agents can be separated into one of several groups; Research, Containment, Elimination, Field Work, Medical, Transportation and Public Information. Of each of these groups, they each hold cover IDs that claim they belong to different American government organizations.
Research-F.B.I.
Containment-Bureau of Immigration Affairs/B.I.A.
Elimination-C.I.A.
Field Work-Defense Intelligence Agency/D.I.A.
Medical-C.D.C./Center For Disease Control
Transportation-National Highway Department/N.H.D.
Public Information-F.C.C./Federal Communications Center
Though A.R.C. claims to be trying to find a cure, they have made 0 progress, it is therefore possible that their original mission has been forgotten and corrupted.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 11:48 pm
Superior Syndrome
This is the name given to the disease which causes the unusual side effect of advanced genetic mutations in individuals. It's origins are unknown as are it's nature. It is impossible to tell if it is a virus, bacteria or parasite making it impossible to find a permanent cure. The cause itself mutates daily and can instantly adapt to any vaccine or cure. The disease can be found in every ethnic group. It can be airborne one moment and waterborne the next. For reasons unknown it only affects an extremely small percentage of the global population with an estimated 1,000 infected individuals worldwide.
Superior Syndrome can easily be described as a '4 Phase Illness'.
In phase 1, the infected feels heavy, yet not unusual flu-like symptoms. These are, high fever, sweating, dry mouth, sore throat, upset stomach, sneezing, red eyes, exhaustion and aches. This lasts roughly 2 weeks.
In phase 2, the infected individual develops what can only be described as super powers. These abilities run the gambit from telepathy to flight, gravity manipulation, molecular manipulation, cellular regeneration and in one case immortality. This phase can last anywhere from 3 weeks to 70 years and everywhere in between.
In phase 3, the victim's genetic code begins to deconstruct itself as sudden and forced evolution can cause massive molecular trauma. Because of this, the victim typically falls into an irreversible coma.
Finally, in phase 4, the victim briefly becomes conscious before their organs, skin and blood crystallizes at the atomic level causing the victim to literally turn to crystal. Afterward the body crumbles to dust and the victim dies.
Though certain powers can, in theory negate the later phases there have only been two recorded cases of this occurring, the first of which is the criminal known as Patient Zero.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:05 am
Patient Zero Basic Information
Case Manager: N/A
First Name: Records Classified
Middle Name or Initial: Records Classified
Last Name: Records Classified
Alias' or Nicknames: Patient Zero
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unknown, possibly asexual
Marital Status: Single
Age: Records Classified
Birthday: Unknown
Hometown: Records Classified
Country of Citizenship: Records Classified
Career or Job: Serial Killer, Infected Hunter
Psychological Information: The subject known as 'Patient Zero' should be regarded as insane and extremely dangerous. He is sociopathic, schizophrenic, violent, and murderous. The Agency currently has no known psychological data on Patient Zero other than the above. Even still, reasoning with the subject should be considered impossible. Should an encounter occur, recommendation is 'kill on sight'.
Biographical Data: Biographical Records Classified, Priority Level 10
Physical Information
Overall Appearance: No Photo Available
Height: Between 5'5" and 6'0"
Weight: Between 165 and 185 pounds
Body Type: Variable
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Dark Tan
Distinguishing Marks: On the back of his neck there is an Agency applied tattoo of a bar code with his case number displayed below.
Condition Information
Super Power: Ability Copying
Power Description: Patient Zero is unique in that his ability dictates that if someone else on the planet possesses a power, he too possesses that power regardless of contact between the host and Zero. This can be traced to his insanity as telepathy and super hearing can cause horrible headaches and pain. Should capture occur, recommendation is to transport Patient Zero to the closest A.R.C. outpost for research.
Time Infected: Records Classified
Case Number: 000-00-0001
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:07 am
Updates
Story updates shall be organized here by each character.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:08 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 4:15 pm
((I shall now make the opening post, after this you guys can start too))
"What is evolution?"
A surgery room is filled with a dozen or more doctors dressed in light blue smocks, face masks and caps and gathered around an operating table. Strapped to the table was a teenage girl, no older than 14, she appeared to be going through an extremely intense epileptic seizure. Her blue eyes had rolled back in her head, she was flailing about, foam was erupting from her mouth. Though her head was shaved and plugs were inserted in her scalp the few strands still remaining proved she was blond at one point. The doctors were desperately trying to stablize her. Her heart rate and pulse were off the charts. And if that wasn't bad, with every shake, bits of her flesh flaked off like broken glass, revealing crystallized muscle and flesh beneath.
"Why are we here? Are all organisms evolving towards a state of perfection, or are we forever doomed to be decidedly imperfect beings? What is the soul? Who is God? Is there even a God?"
"We're losing her!" Yelled the doctor as they began to target the chipped areas and attacking them with a medical laser to try and seal them off and stop them from spreading. In a viewing chamber roughly a story above the operating table stood a man. He was a lean and fit, older man and wore a black business suit. His hair was short and spiky in the front and he had a goatee. He was watching the scene below and though his face seemed calm, his hands which were folded behind his back were shaking lightly and he was fiddling with his wedding ring.
"Is God the protector and giver that religions tell us? Or is the suffering and pain in the world more akin to an 8 year old child with a magnifying glass and a hapless ant hill?"
Suddenly, the girl stopped spasming, her arms pulling on the leather straps holding her down and raised above her at awkward angles. Her face was stretched in pain and horror but there was no evidence to show that she was aware of where she was. Slowly, all of her exposed skin took on a shining, glass-like appearance, her eyes glassed over and went dark. Then, the heart monitor flat lined. The doctors and nurses stopped and took a few steps back as her body began to crumble apart. The main surgeon looked up at the man viewing the procedure and said, "I'm sorry Dr. Engle. We...We lost her."
Victor Engle's lower lip quivered for a second, lifting his ring hand to his mouth and wiping away sweat from his lips, he turned and walked slowly from the viewing room without a word.
"Why are we here? Does what we do with our lives really determine who are? Or is our fate predestined?"
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Meanwhile on the rooftop of a skyscraper overlooking New York City a larger man in a black business suit stood on the railing, his arms outstretched, his eyes looking toward the sky. Alan McConnell slowly moved his head so that he was looking down. He was breathing heavily, his tie and coattails were flapping in the breeze. As he starred down at the streets, 40 stories below he began to mildly hyperventilate. Suddenly his attention was taken by a flock of birds which zoomed by him and disappeared into the sky.
"Alright Al, you can do this. Just one step and you'll prove yourself right." The wind whistled in his ears, and a hundred thousand thoughts began racing through his head. What if he was wrong? What if there hadn't been any change? What if the dream he had had been just that, a dream? But it couldn't have been, it had felt so real. What if the trash can hadn't stopped because of him, what if it had all be a coincidence? On the other hand, if he wasn't right, would anyone really miss him anyway? His wife hated him, his daughter hated him, his friends hated him, he hated his job. Was this really a life worth saving anyway? What did he have to lose?
So, closing his eyes as tight as he could, Alan said, "Alright...Here I go." And took a step off the edge of the building.
But he couldn't feel the wind rushing by him as he fell, couldn't feel the ground quickly approaching him from the below. It felt as if he hadn't stepped off of anything, as if he was standing in midair. Slowly, tentatively he opened his eyes and looked down. What he saw he couldn't figure out at first, it didn't make any logical sense. He was floating, 560 feet above the surface of the Earth. He let out a gasp at first, but slowly it turned into a laugh, then hysterical laughter, he was crying and laughing. He didn't know whether to be terrified or ecstatic, he was really flying.
Then he was suddenly pulled harshly back to Earth, he heard a man's voice, "Hey Al! You up here? Al!"
Looking up he saw his best friend, Jason, who worked in the cubicle right behind him, he was a tall thin man with a balding head and thick glasses. His face was etched with disbelief as he stared at Alan.
Alan stared back at Jason and then suddenly, he felt himself lurch in the air for a moment, before he lost his grip on gravity, or the lack thereof and started plummeting to Earth.
"Al!" Jason cried out, first from very far away, then closer and closer, until it sounded as if he was standing right over Alan, whispering his name repeatedly, "Al, come on man, wake up. It's time to get out of here."
Alan suddenly opened his eyes, he could feel the warm spot of drool in the palm of his hand where he had rested his cheek. His eyes burned with the sensation of being suddenly woken up from a deep dream. The sounds of ringing telephones, talking people, the clicking of computer keyboards filled his ears. Sitting bolt up right in his swivel chair, Alan peered around for a brief second until he realized where he was. He was back at his desk at Alkaline Finances. On the computer screen before him the file for the Peterson Account was open, but a long line of lower case g's had filled nearly 4 pages of the Word document where his elbow had rested. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looking up saw Jason's face.
Wiping the saliva from his lips he said, "H-Hey, what's going on?"
Jason let out an exasperated sigh and said, "Come on, it's time to go home." Without another word he walked back to his cubicle, grabbed his briefcase and began heading towards the elevators with the rest of the workers.
Alan sat in his seat for a moment. Looking at the Peterson Account on the screen he let out a sigh and said, "It felt so real thought..." Deciding to take care of the account tomorrow he saved the document, closed it and shut down his computer before gathering up his things, picking up his briefcase and running to join Jason at the elevator.
((My next post shall introduce Sam and start his story))
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:07 pm
( Crack's fingers )
Damon stood up from a park bench the wind brushing slightly against his hair. He held the lower part of his right arm , and began a slow walk. An annoyed look plastered on his face.
His slow walk quickly turned into a jog , then into a sprint, he ran past people often bumping into them.
He slipped into between a small space between to buildings and pulled up the sleeve of his jacket, he's eye's widened as he saw a 2 inch bone sticking out of his arm.
He gasped as it seemed to be growing, he put his head against the wall and closed his eye's.
His arm felt numb, he groaned as the bone separated from the other bone's in his arm and fell to the ground.
He opened his eye's and picked the bone up with his left hand What is this , what's happening... he spoke quietly.
Damon stood leaving the bone on the ground.
He sighed and walked out from between the building's looking for people that might of seen him.
He sighed I have to find out what is causing this.
A group of girl's laughed at Damon as he walked out of between the buildings , Dont you have a home , they spoke sarcastically.
Damon rolled his eye's You guessed it.
The girl's stood there partly stunned. Is he joking? they all asked themselves.
Damon pulled up his sleeves as bones came out of his lower arm.
Damon spoke When your like me , a home is the worst thing to have.
People around Damon and the girl's stood still as they stared at the scenario taking place , whispers could be heard all around.
He laughed Pfft , you look like a stunned mullet.
The bones retracted into his skin as he walked away from the girl's.
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