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Fantasizing Dreams Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:40 pm
Fill out the code and post it here for spots. I would prefer one one kid as of right now. However, that may change later on. Civilians are allowed, they can either help out the kids, or are on edge when they hear bout them. Civilians don't need samples, I just need the bottom filled out for them, same with extras who are part of the military force. Only these four major spots are up for auditioning for the group set out to capture the kids, however you can also make someone part of the group.
Hunters/Military
Captain || open
Lieutenant || Rachel Jane Wolfe (Fantasizing Dreams)
Scientist || open
Medic || open [align=center][size=10]Name [color=postingcolor]||[/color] Age [color=postingcolor]||[/color] Gender [color=postingcolor]||[/color] Experiment/Civilian/Hunter [color=postingcolor]||[/color] Username
● Experiment Done to them ● [here] ●
● Flaw ● [here] ●
→ roleplay sample ←[/size][/align] if civilian or hunter, just get rid of the the flaw and experiment done to them
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:11 pm
Izzandra (Is-On-Drah) Trinity Forexian (Four-Ex-Ian) || 14 || Female || Experiment || EmLenore
● Experiment Done to them ● Experimentation with electricity. Was given a serum that allowed them to test the voltage of electricity on her without her going into cardiac arrest or her brain from frying, this caused her to absorb electricity and store it inside her, also immune from the shock of electricity. ●
● Flaw ● She cannot control the electricity once it is inside her, nor can she control when she absorbs it. This means that she can potentially drain a power circuit or unleash electricity from someone who touches her or randomly into objects without meaning to. ●
→ roleplay sample ← Izzandra was only 13 when she was brought into the lab, being told that she had a special gift that would allow the country to prosper. Her parents, cautious, but willing, to let her go. After that day, she never forgave them for so easily letting their only daughter be whisked away by some government to be experimented on. That day, she was immediately put to the test. They had her run, monitoring her heart and vitals, submerged under water to see how long she can hold her breath and monitor more vitals, cat scans and x-rays were done, blood samples to test things within her. After a weeks of testing they gave her one days rest, she thought that tomorrow would be training, that's what they told her. Those in white lab jackets, no names, same style haircuts between genders, conformed all together. Izzandra should have known that something was wrong when everyone was so nice to her especially during the past week no one barely said a word to her besides giving her instructions on what to do.
That night, she slept peacefully, too peacefully. They had put a sedative into her food from dinner that worked into her system slowly. While she slept they wheeled her into a white room, with some monitors and in the center of the room a chair leaned partially back with a strange looking head piece. The arm rests had cuffs on them, along with where the feet would go, for the chest and hip area. The seat was shinning and black, looked like it was polished just for this occasion. On the left wall was a black window, a two way glass, on the other side the head of scientists would monitor the experiment. They strapped Izzandra into the contraption, lowering the three pronged head piece, one prong went to the center of her head, the other two to either temple, then they hooked up the machines. Attaching cords and IV's to her, to help stabilize her. Next the rolled in a crash cart and charged it, "Just in case" one of the scientists had said.
Then they administered a serum into her body that would begin waking her up from the sedative. They would have to monitor the reactions to when shes awake. Izzandra came too fairly slowly, mainly cause she did not want to leave the peaceful sleep she was having. Once she realized something was wrong, she wasn't in her bed, or laying down she began thrashing about. Her eyes flashed open to be blinded by light, she squinted and looked around the room, so many faces, all blurring into one, so much white, too much white. "What's, What's going on?" she asked, her eyes beginning to water up. A bright smiling woman approached her vision from the side, "this is why you're here, 420, you're body seems to be able to conduct electricity somehow, the information you supply us with could change the world," she said before moving away. "That doesn't answer my question!" Izzandra said defiantly. A man came into vision on the other side, "Okay, I'm going to strap your head down, so stop moving," he said, when she didn't comply four others forced her to stop moving. Her head was soon strapped in tightly, "Now," said the man again, "I'm going to put in a mouth piece, be obedient and open wide," He said nicely, his voice like silk. Izzandra forced her mouth closed, starring defiantly at the man. When he realized that wouldn't work, he pinched her nose closed, when she couldn't stand it any longer she took a breath and in was a mouth a guard. "Good, 420" he said before moving away.
"Start the experiment now," came a voice, a drone like voice. She heard a small clicking, then a buzzing, then nothing. Her chest jolted upwards as electricity was forced through her body. Her body slammed back to the chair, her eyes rolled back into her head as she slowly was shaking. She could feel a minor sting coming from the end of her foot.["Subject's vitals seem to be fine, heart rate fine, brain functions fine," came a high squeaky voice from somewhere over her head. "Administer the next dosage and repeat," came the droning voice again. She saw someone's hands move to administer something into her IV. She gave out a small moan of pain and desperation trying to beg someone to let her go. After what felt like forever, she heard more clicking then the buzz. This was repeated five more times before she passed out from exhaustion. The next day had found 7 burn marks at the end of her feet, medics had come into regularly address the burns. They gave her a weeks of rest, once everyday to administer a shot into her arm and to take more blood samples. After that her life became a painful, terrifying, routine, but until the realized the created something they weren't aiming for, then everything changed. Lauren Traylis (Tray-Less) Morphaues (Morph-Ay-Us) || 36 || Female || Hunter - Medic|| EmLenore
→ roleplay sample ←
Lauren sat idly by her computer, tapping and clicking away as loud music blared in the background. She lived in a busy city in a crappy little apartment on the wrong side of town, but she liked it. She couldn't stand the pompous people the lived in the upper class buildings or the snobs who enjoyed gossip or the rich doctors who thought they could turn away anyone if they didn't like them. So here she was, typing away on her computer as some pretty awesome music screamed at her from down below.
Lauren was a doctor but was recently fired from one of the hospitals because she argued with the lead doctors on a certain type of procedure that she believed wouldn't work on a patient. She was new and she was forced into submitting to administer the treatment, that night, the patient died. The family was threatening to sue so the hospital said they would let her go and didn't charge the patient's family with the hospital bill. The lead doctor didn't get lectured or told he was wrong, she was told that she should have stuck to her gut instinct and that it was ultimately her fault. Lauren soon realized that there wasn't just doctors like that here, but everywhere. Once this revelation hit her, she began to work on a book. This book would be considered fictional but this would be based off her experiences in hospitals and would tell all the dirty secrets of the practice.
As Lauren idly tapped away she heard a knock on the door, although the knock was morel like a bang, since the music was so loud. She ignored the knock at first until it sounded four more times. She groaned in annoyance as she moved from her sitting position and to the door. She peeked through the hole to see three men, in black suits, waiting outside. Not the mafia, was her first thought, they were too official looking for them. She opened the door with an unamused look on her face, "whats it you want?" she said, making it obvious she did not want to be bothered.
They pushed past her almost immediately, "Hey, this is trespassing," she said, walking behind them. "Tell me what the hell your business here is before I call the police," she said, her arms crossing of her chest. She was not a small woman, she stood at 6' 2" and was broad chested and had muscle to back it up, so fair to say, she wasn't scarred. "We own the police ma'am, now please sit down, our boss would like to offer you a work position," the middle guy said, he had black sunglasses on, black suit, with nicely polished shoes, he was bald and white. He had a scare that ran down his cheek to his jawline. "And that may be what?" she said, snarky as per usual.
"We need you as a medic for a military operation, you're work stands out to him and he's read your manuscript about the corruption of the medical industry. He'll be willing to let you publish that as non-fictional if you agree to join the operation of course," he said, the other two stood silent next to their talking companion, giving a dangerous vibe to the situation.
"And if I don't?" she asked, knowing that something would be worse for them to her to join, someone wouldn't send some goons in if she wasn't what they were looking for.
"He'll make sure your work is never published," he guy finished.
She sucked in her cheek and mulled over her options, biting the inside was her own nervous tick she had. Either she could go with these guys to who knows where or she could potentailly never have her work published. "How do I know you say who you really say you are?"
"Ma'am, we wouldn't be standing around debating this if we were anyone else."
"Then who exactly are you, you say you're from the military but you don't look it," she countered.
He reached into his suit, her heart skipped a moment, she was thinking he was about to pull out a gun. But instead he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. "I believe this will clear things up." Lauren took the paper and moved a step back to read it, a familiar name was scrawled at the bottom, convincing her immediately. "Yeah okay, I'm in, now what?"
"You come with us, you don't need to pack, we'll supply you with everything you need," he said before the other two stepped out into the hallway. "I just need to grab my flash drive and disk of my work," she said, moving back to her computer to finish what she was doing and gathering those objects, plus her purse.
They took her down her apartment and to a slick, black limo. Several of the neighbors had gathered around the sidewalk chattering, watching as she was ushered into the vehicle. Some gave worried looks while others just left. As they left her little block of noise and decay, she couldn't help but start feeling homesick. She turned around only once to give her own mental goodbye to her place.
//Hey I hope this okay, if you need anything else, let me know.//
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Fantasizing Dreams Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 12:24 pm
I think it is wonderful! Both are accepted, you can get started on profiles now if you wish!
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