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 Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 10:16 pm
Sina is a sort of looney bin, BUT, you aren't (unless you wish to) crazy. You were sent here because you are to powerful and the government locked you (and those like you) away. Because most can't control their powers or choose when to use them, they sound crazy when they say they have powers. The place is horridly uncomfortable and you MAY just go crazy from the isolated quite. But a plan is brewing.. ESCAPE! Will you be able to get out alive?
Follow gaia's rules and don't be TOO perverted, or swear TOO much, alittle is ok. NO GOD MODING!
Powers (only one for each):
Light: ~Ms_Nimah~
Shadows: ~Ishrie~
Nature:
Earth:
Fire: ~Steeveeo~
Water:
Metal: ~Lillik~
Shapeshifting:
Telepathy:
Telekinesis: ~[.~Rith~.]/Lady Soran (same person)~
Speed: ~Kojan Knotglade~
Strength:
Phasable: ~Mifmemo~
Ice:
Flight:
Air/Wind:
Name:
Age:
Power:
Weakness:
Description: (you look human with a mark for your power; different powers mean different color/shaped marks, mark can be anywhere on the body)
Life story:
Me
Name: Hema Tyimi
Age: 16
Gender: female
Power: Phasable
Weakness: She's highly allergic to bees
Description: Hema has a pale blue mark on her cheek that looks stretched and distorted to the extent that it has no really shape. She has white hair that goes to mid back, bright blue eyes, pale skin and she wears a blue flowery summer dress.
Life story: When she was taken from her house she had just learned of her powers and doesn't have much control yet.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 10:53 pm
Name: Gaiden Mouridd(hehe). Age: Looks about 24-25ish. Power: Shadows, behbeh. wink Weakness: Fire. Description: (you look human with a mark for your power; different powers mean different color/shaped marks, mark can be anywhere on the body): Hair that was probably some variation of lighter color to begin with, but has been so neglected that it has been transformed into a greasy black. Dark, glassey eyes with a comparably pale face that always seems to be smiling. Has uncountable scars all over the sides and soles of his feet. Has yellowed, disgustingly ill-kept teeth that are suprisingly sharp if one were to come into contact with them. Fairly tall, Gaiden stands at around six feet tall with an almost too-thin-to-be-healthy build. Doesn't care much for clothes, but has a red-metal eye necklace that has been rumored to blink from time to time, and his mark is the same-- an almost tattoo-like, giant, pitch-black eye that takes almost all of his chest. Life story: It took longer than they thought it would. I mean, with as blatant as his mark was, and with the loud actions preformed with his powers-- he might as well have put a big, "GRAB ME" sign on his back-- it shouldn't have taken so long. They didn't expect him to eat the crew, though. For several months, a series of excrutiatingly disturbing crimes had been occurring in the many towns orbiting the city. Mothers would cry to the police that their children had been gone from their beds, and the next night, they'd suddenly appear back in them... less than whole. Little Sally's skin was missing. Sweet Billy's innards were too tasty to pass up. Rolly Tommy's eyes, hands, and feet were either gone or stripped to the bone. Needless to say, FINDING this monster wasn't so much the problem, as was taking him down and bringing him to the hostel.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 1:48 am
Name:Niamh McAstor
Age:17
Power:Light
Weakness:Shadow magic/low endurance
Description: Niamh stands at about five feet tall, evenly proportioned without being truly square. Her eyes are a deep blue, as is the clothing she generally wears. Evidence of her power is generally hidden by her hair: what appears to be an intricate scar connects the back of both her ears, passing directly over the skull above the visual lobe.
Life story: Niamh's life has been anything but normal. Oddly enough, she was removed to Sina as an operation by her friends to save her life. From her brother. 'Til the age of twelve, she lived a perfectly normal life, with a loving father and mother, an aspiring older brother, and her own small package of hopes. Then, her father died. That wouldn't have ruined things as things were ruined, some would say, until it was discovered her father was kiled by some kind of supernatural power. Her brother, on a rampage, ran off to join the military. He trained until she was sixteen, four years. As the leader of a special forces group, he hunted down those with supernatural abilities and "protected the innocent" by capturing them, or, as frequently, and pending special orders, killing them. His first target was his own mother, and he moved on to his sister, who evaded him for four months. However, she ran out of places to hide, and one of her unseen allies, at the last moment, gave her brother special orders to bring this one back alive. Not knowing what to do with her, she has been placed in Sina, where she has simply sat quietly in her corner, surrounded by a soft haze, saying nothing, doing nothing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:16 pm
Hema sat quitely in the corner of her cell rocking back and forth. Being seperated from people has made her slightly crazy. She rocks again and starts to fall through her wall.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:04 pm
"La, la la dee dee... da dee dyy...."Hello. Where to begin? Gaiden stared delightfully down at his own feet, humming and thinking a book of speech much more deliberate than anything escaping his tongue.I'm here. You're not. Hee hee. He sat in an overly-lit, glaringly white room, specifically devoid off any form of shadows at all times, creating a ghoulishly silent atmosphere. The walls, which were, to everyone else's eyes, safely padded and too thick to hear or see anything unsightly from the outer corridors, were to Gaiden's a magical and happy land filled with every friend he'd ever had.
"Lee laaa laa lee deee... dee deeee doooo..."A shrill fog blanketed a grey, mucky landscape. Where life once found a home was now sordid with anaerobic mud; the scent of sulfur and delectable flesh littered the air like refuse at a dump. Gaiden, dark eyes glazed over, stared blankly at a padded wall not two inches from a grimy, underwashed face. Giggling idiotically, the unstable man let his face grow limp and run smack-dab into dirty a porcelain-white wall, not seeing a thing of the world about him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 10:21 pm
Name: Akin
Age: 23
Power: Telekinesis
Weakness: Fire, water, and squemish
Description:
Akin is rather short, and quite pale from lack of sun. His once light brown hair is now dark, for much the same reason, with eyes to match. Engraved upon his hands and forearms are complex designs that seem to have been put there by knife, or a brander like object. It can't be decifered what the design is, it is just there. This design ends in a swirling pattern on his palm.
Life story: Akin came from a upper class family, and was loved and cared for within the first 13 years of his life. Then, his powers started to act up. He soon went from loved, to hated. His family didn't want a demented child in their family, so, they sent him away. Akin can't recall very well what went on during the next 10 years, only that he ended up here. He wasn't crazy, just miss understood.
((Dani! Gaidy-poo is friggin awesome as always!!! XDDDD))
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 5:03 pm
Akin paced the small cell, muttering curses to himself. What now? It was so boring in here. He didn't even get the padded rooms. Those were fun! The walls were bouncey. Nope, he had to have one of the OTHER cells... One of the cold, hard ones. Damn the docters and nurses... Damn this place. There was nothing to do. That thought kept coming back to him. 'Nothing to do, nothing to do, not a god damn thing to do.'
Akin sat down in the center of the square holding facility and ran a finger over the marks on his arms. Hey...He could lift stuff! That was...Oh, wait. There was nothing to lift. Damn it! So close to having something to do... Damn docters...
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:58 pm
His own slow, ragged breathing began to intertwine with Gaiden's euphoric hallucination.A rather naked and knobby-looking tree's slim, dirty branches began to rustle, then, as if on cue, the fog disappated from the small diameter surrounding it, and the ghastly thing began to shift, melt, and bubble sporratically, twisting and creaking and reforming as no good little plant should. After a rather fascinating ten minutes or so of this, the tree had mutated into a rather delightful, small man who was rather knobby and was composed entirely of old, dried, dead wood from the tip of his fancy hat to the very soles of his creaky little shoes. "Hello," he smiled, with a perfectly-timed, stiff bow. "Where to begin?" Gaiden's face, now completely submurged between white pads, erupted a satisfying gurgle of mangled vowels in response to his imagined prompt to conversation.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 11:00 am
With a muted thud Hema found herself in the room next to her own room. What the....Laying upsidedown on the padded floor she stared up at the person occupying the room, but, she was too confused from her fall to really notice any features on the person.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 11:30 am
Akin jumped up, scrambling back against the far wall. Who in the hell was that, and how did they get there?!
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It must be his imagination...But he wasn't crazy.
"Why do you plage beach plague me with your presences?" He asked, shaking. He wasn't crazy. He couldn't be.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:43 pm
".... huh...." Hema sat up, still dazed. ".... wh-where am I..." She looked around the room and spotted a boy on the bed against the far wall. "... um.... who are you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:21 pm
Akin edged sideways along the wall into the corner,
"...I should be asking YOU that...You're in MY cell after all," He said, rubbing the groves in his arms. Why was this fake girl asking him who HE was...He knew who he was. Why didn't she?
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:33 pm
".. your cell?" She looked around the room again. "... I'm Hema.. and you are...?" She sat there on the floor compleately confused. ".. are you sure this is your cell...?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:59 pm
Akin nodded,
"..Quite sure...Where did you come from?" He asked, ignoring her earlier question. He sank to the ground, crossing his legs.
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