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Post by Vector on Jan 5, 2008 3:00:40 GMT -6
EXADHOS IntroductionMankind is blind. Though countless works of literature and entertainment remind each individual of massive effect they have on the world around them, all of mankind is still blind. Despite fluorescent bombardment by life, death, and time itself, mankind is eternally blind. Mankind is blind to the true power of teamwork, to the true power of the mind, and most of all, to the true power of each individual’s very own potential. A single human being has the potential within them to change not only the world, but all of existence. Colossal pushes and catastrophic events are unnecessary. Existence is most changed by the simplest and slightest of suggestion. A mere nudge of movement is the perfect catalyst for universal change. A word; an idea; a thought of one person is enough to will everything into difference. But mankind is blind. Perhaps EXADHOS is the cure. Perhaps it is the coming of a savior to open humanity’s eyes for the first time. Perhaps the human race may only see its own power by first witnessing the power of EXADHOS. Whether by fateful design or a fortunate series of events, humanity has grown weak to its own radiation. Harmless, untraceable amounts of nuclear activity dwell within each human body, unaffecting any individual in any obvious manner. However, some children are drastically affected by this radiation during reproduction, inevitably leading them to affect everything else in everything they do. The gene passed from ordinary parent to extraordinary child has been named the EXADHOS gene. The scientific acronym defines the genetic anomaly as the “EXtraordinary ADvancement of HOmo-Sapiens.” Needless to say, human science has made EXADHOS its primary interest. Most researchers are highly fascinated by the gene’s ability to propel any human being that possesses it beyond the level of an ordinary homo sapien sapien. Avoiding the fanciful comic book words many scientists considered, the almost overly simplistic term “genetics” was eventually and respectfully settled on to name the group of people born with the EXADHOS gene. However, human reaction greatly differs from person to person. While one individual may praise and envy a genetic as being superhuman, another will curse and fear the same person as an inhuman mutant. Less than little time was needed to slur the word “mutant” to the same level as words previously known to cause riots and wars. Both a horrid insult and a dangerous accusation fused together into one filthy ball of hatred, the term is a testament to the absolute worst mankind has to offer. Assisting the presence of the strong prejudice view of genetics is the unyielding presence of genetics driven by hate, greed, or any imaginable anti-virtue. While there remain moralistic genetics that fight against those that mar the great potential of the EXADHOS gene, mankind’s eyes more easily capture the darkest spots in a sea of light rather than dare look at only the light itself. Wars are being fought every day on earth. War between the virtuous and the malevolent, genetics and ordinary humans, responsibility and carelessness, and a myriad of other wars are ceaselessly being fought every moment with numerous casualties of all kinds. Perhaps when the smoke clears, mankind will open its eyes with renewed sight and see what it can truly do. -------------------- Try not to fight with characters controlled by other RPers too much. I encourage the inevitable scuffle, but the main plot won’t be RPer vs RPer here. I will be introducing a few main villains over time that will move the story along. This is a Mature RP. You may enjoy moral freedom (especially those with less moral characters) but keep in mind that there is such a thing as too much. If you lay on the mature content too thick, I’ll have to warn you to cut down or cease altogether. I advise you to use your judgment to know where the line is and not to cross it. If you have any questions then feel free to ask me. Of course it’s always best to leave more mature content for tasteful use in displaying your character’s personality and growing on their personal story. -------------------- The story will mainly take place in a city called Fort Quesada. It is a metropolis very much like New York City but rather than being in the north and on the east coast, it is located in southeast Texas and includes a beautiful shore of the Gulf of Mexico. As in NYC, it has an enormous downtown district full of towering skyscrapers (including the Fort Quesada equivalent of the Empire State Building: the Diamond Star Building) and hotels and apartments galore. Of course it also has suburbs, slums, beach houses, churches, and etc. While there are a few simple parks in the suburbs, the most famous park in Fort Quesada is the enormous Angel Park, Fort Quesada’s equivalent of the real world Central Park. A few community colleges as well as Diamond Star University are scattered throughout the enormous city. Again, just like NYC, Fort Quesada is one of America’s media hubs like Los Angeles. To be clear, though, NYC doesn’t exist in this world. New York (the state) still holds quite a population due to Albany being more popular to the locals than it is in real life, but it can’t hold a candle to Texas’ population largely due to Fort Quesada alone. As always, feel free to ask me any question you would like, including curiosities about the world in which this story takes place. -------------------- Real Name:Alias:Sex: Age: Normal Appearance: (General everyday appearance. Obviously you won’t wear the exact same outfit every day but give us an idea of the character’s personal style) Costumed Appearance: Morality: (Good, evil, or in between. If you feel it’s necessary, you can be more specific and use percentages) Stats: (1-10 scale. 1 = average human. 35 points to distribute) Strength- (Physical offensive power) Endurance- (Physical defensive power, though it also adds to agility to determine your active staying power) Speed- (Straight swiftness of movement such as running and flight) Agility- (Quickness of movements such as evasive maneuvers as well as one’s acrobatic skills. It also adds to endurance to determine your active staying power) Intelligence- (Most of you should be normal intelligence (1) unless your abilities involve a higher intelligence) Physical Combat- (Melee fighting skills) Ranged Combat- (Fighting skills using energy (ki/chi), spells, or other projectiles, paranormal or otherwise. Even if you have no projectile use of any kind, put a 1 here since 1 is the skill of an average human) Genetic Abilities: (5 at max. Don’t include super strength/speed, etc. If it is a result of your stats, leave it out) Weaknesses: (More than one. Even Superman had 2, even if his were bizarre) History: (Such as how you got your powers (traumatic experience, aging, etc.), the effect on your life, etc.) Other: (Any other important information such as any weapons, living arrangements, school, etc.) -------------------- Real Name: Jim (short for James) Mason Alias: Discharge Sex: Male Age: 21 Normal Appearance: Jim stands at 5’11” with average barely-tanned skin and honest hazel eyes. His hair is straight, brownish-red, and quite short, spiked up and backwards. His musculature is pretty average, his electrically supercharged muscle system and metabolism making up for mostly lacking exercise regimen (He barely works out, doing so only enough to look good, especially for any picture or video that may catch him in a rare stand-still while costumed). Rather than a soul patch like in the pic below, Jim is clean shaven (I changed my mind after I made that pic, sorry). Jim generally wears a white short sleeve t-shirt with an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt over it. Loose, casual blue jeans (without sagging at all) always adorn his legs with a black belt (with silver buckle) through the loops. He wears gray/black skate shoes with a single yellow stripe on the outer side of each one. When dressed casually, he always wears white “no show” socks. A backwards gray/black cap from the same skate company as the shoes occasionally resides backwards on his head, a large yellow logo (much like that of a yield sign, but with a diagonal line across it similar to a no-smoking sign) off center so that about half of it is on the cap and the other [approximate] half is on the hat's brim. If the hat was on forwards, then the off-center logo would be more on the left side. Costumed Appearance: img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/IamZ/RP%20Stuff/discharge.jpg. A gold “D” shines in the center of the belt buckle. The sole of the boots contains a thin layer of metal to both toughen the boots and assist the rest of his suit in allowing him flight. The rest of his costume has metallic fibers (they match the colors of the suit so there's no sparkle or anything like that) embedded and sewn in throughout the suit, allowing Discharge to use his electromagnetism on the fabric to fly. Morality: Discharge has always considered himself one of the good guys and it’s hard to argue. Being a generally upbeat guy, he can almost always be seen with a smile on his face and a laugh never far away. Stats: (1-10 scale. 1 = average human. 35 points to distribute) Strength- 2 Endurance- 2 Speed- 9 Agility- 10 Intelligence- 2 Physical Combat- 4 Ranged Combat- 6 Genetic Abilities: Voltage- With control over electricity, he can fire electrical bolts from his hands or fingertips. He can also channel that electricity into conductive objects to supercharge them with electricity. Supercharged Musculature- (Although this has something to do with his stats, a few of his stats are more a result of this ability rather than vice-versa so I felt it necessary to include here). He can supercharge the muscles in his body to greatly increase damage done with strikes (especially if he combines the ability with “Voltage” allowing him to shock opponents while hitting them). He can use this ability defensively as well, using the electricity to provide a shock impact to blows, reducing their effect on him. Electromagnetism- He can magnetize metallic objects to send them where he wishes. Whether it is collecting change on the ground, sending a pipe flying at an opponent, or allowing someone of his stature (one lacking effective super strength) to lift a vehicle. Of course, the larger the object, the more difficult it is to move with his electromagnetism and the more effort and energy he must put into it. The previously mentioned vehicles will take a lot out of him and something like a loaded bus or boat is nearly impossible, leaving him drained afterwards. Current Vision- If Discharge so chooses, he may see the electrical currents traveling through people and objects, essentially giving him x-ray vision as well as hints as to what are the most conductive things around. Of course the less conductive something is, the more difficult it is to see through, and electricity retarded substances like rubber are impossible to see through. Transform- Discharge is able to charge his entire body until it changes into a small gathering of pure electricity allowing him easy unseen travel along conductive properties. This allows him to easily leave and return to any location (especially his apartment) without anyone figuring out his secret identity. A unique use of this ability is to travel directly into a hard-line telephone receiver and travel through telephone wires until he reaches another desired receiver. He saves this particularly complex form of travel for use in rare occasion. Weaknesses: (1) Non-conductive materials such as sand, rubber, and wood can easily be used against him. (2) In addition, the 2 in his intelligence only represents his impossibly quick thinking due to his supercharged neurons. His actual intelligence is pretty average for an early college student like himself. As such, he oftentimes gets himself much deeper into bad situations than he really should. (3) Although water conducts electricity very well, Discharge's control over his power in it only extends as far as being that simple fact of being able to conduct electricity in it. He cannot control where it goes (ie- a pool that he shoots electricity into will ENTIRELY be electrified, including all those in it.) and if he himself is wet, then he has tremendous problems controlling his powers at all. He can choose not to use them and nothing will happen, but if he so much as attempts to move a small object magnetically or turn on a radio when he is much wetter than he normally should be (ie- after a shower or a dip in a pool, he shouldn't do anything, but just sweating won't affect him), then he will lose control to the point of unpredictability. Anything could happen from him electrocuting those around him to lights and electronics frying permanently. History: Jim was always a pretty upbeat and quick thinking kind of kid for as long as anyone can remember. It wasn’t until his teenage years; however, that any of his electrical abilities surfaced. At first it seemed like he had the bad luck to be the person to turn on the light switch when the bulb burnt out or use the microwave when the machine fried. When lights around him started to flicker from time to time or power surges affected his home more frequently, he thought he would run his own little tests and experiments for himself to see if he was the root of the problems. After countless burnt or broken bulbs as well as several smoking gadgets, he both confirmed his own status as a genetic and taught himself to control his power somewhat. After years of self training (which resulted in more than a few electrical burns on his fingertips, leaving light scars speckling each of his prints), he has worked his way in and out of all his abilities and shortly after mastering his gifts, took to costumed crime fighting like in the comics he read and loved. Other: He carries no weapons of any kind, usually preferring hand-to-hand combat. He lives in one bedroom apartment: room 507 of a ten floor apartment building (obviously his room is on the fifth floor) located only about a 10 minute bus ride from a community college called Westland Community College. He attends two or three classes at Westland every semester. He sings in a band called Breakneck Desperado, also playing bass guitar on occasion. The half decent local gigs the band gets allow him the money for rent usually without much at all to spare. Luckily his strange obsession to pick up most any money he finds on the ground, including even pennies, adds up to an occasional leisure buy. Of course, his quickness and magnetism help him greatly with his gathering of coins.
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Post by Vector on Jan 6, 2008 6:05:44 GMT -6
Jim Mason opened the side door to the garage of his friend, Dan's, suburban home. Inside were his bandmates, each already set up for practice and laughing as if they've been practicing and joking for a while already. Jim immediately flashed a grin as he greeted his friends. Somehow even being the fastest man alive couldn't prevent him from being the last person to show up for band practice.
"Hey guys, what's up?" he said as he entered the garage, at the same time greeted by a loud "Jimbo!" from Steve, the guitarist of the group. He pounded fists with Dan and Steve as he walked over to Jason, the bassist, to do the same. "Hey, man. You gotta' talk some sense into Steve here," Jason told him. "He's bein' retarded." "Hey, fuck you, man! It's a good idea!" Steve immediately shot off with. "What's a good idea?" Jim asked the guitarist, confused. Instead Jason answered, "He's got the stupid idea to smash his axe into one of the amps tonight. Total it." "The crowd'll go crazy, Jimmy! We'll be the biggest thing to ever hit Fort Quesada!"
Jim raises an eyebrow at his overly enthusiastic and overly destructive friend. "Yeah," he chuckles. "But we'll also be the brokest band to ever hit Fort Quesada. Just cause this is our first real decent gig doesn't mean we can blow all the money for some destructive stunt. We'll be thrown back to square one in funds!" Steve looks down defeated, but with a look on his face that screams of a dawning realization. "Oh, yeah, right..." Every other member of the band laughs a bit when it becomes obvious the thought of finances never occurred to Steve.
"So we gonna' get to practicing for this show or what?" said Dan, the drummer. "Yeah, sure thing, Big D!" said Steve, jumping on the chance to get the subject off of his failure and onto some music as he strapped on his guitar.
"Well they're giving us a three song set tonight so let's start with Unforgiven, then Hopeless Romantic, and end it with Tear You Up," Jim told the others while pulling his microphone out of his bag and plugging it into an amp. "Cool with me," Steve said as he began to tune his guitar. The others nodded in agreement as Jason strapped his bass guitar on and tuned his as well, taking less time than Steve to do so.
It was only about two hours at most before everything was loaded into Steve's Volkswagen van and the group was heading for The Pit, one of Fort Quesada's most rock-loyal clubs and host of their 9:30 showing.
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"I don't have time for petty crushes. Or patience for faked love in rushes." The show had started a while ago and Breakneck Desperado was already more than halfway through their second song. There was a small mosh pit not far from the center of the stage. It wasn't anything earth shattering. Mainly just people pushing each other around with little to no blood to be seen. Granted, the song wasn't exactly harsh, unlike what their last song would be like. The song ended and the crowd cheered, eating it all up.
Jim went to the side of the stage briefly to grab a swig of a cold water bottle, drinking about half of it while he walked back to center stage before pulling it away and tossing it capless out to the audience. Specifically a small group of a few smoking hot girls he liked to imagine had been eyeing him during the show. They screamed as the liquid splashed onto them, coating at least one of their chests with a fair amount of cold water. Frankly, Jim didn't notice what happened to the other two because of the biggest victim proving quite a distraction from anything else for the moment.
The uproar of male cheers at this event woke Jim up from his little world with a bright grin on his face and he motioned to the others to start on the final song for the night.
The already pumped crowd became even more rowdy as the song prolonged, it's aggressive nature cranking the level of the mosh pit up a bit till some definite blood could be seen even through the darkening lights of the club and the flashing colored lights painting the room.
Just after Jim finishes the last song with a powerful "I'm gonna' tear you apart!" the audience roars, every member of the band grinning from ear to ear due to the fantastic showing they got.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming! Have a great ni-" Jim's gratitude to the crowd is cut short as he clutches his head and falls hard to the floor, blacking out as he screamed. All around him, amps sparked and blew. The crowd only got more and more excited at the fantastic finish they assumed was planned while each member of the band was confused as to what in the hell was going on.
The band had to carry Jim off the stage and put him in the car like he was Axl Rose.
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It wasn't for about five to ten minutes after Jim had already come to that anyone said a word. "So what the fuck was that? You tell me I can't smash my guitar into an amp and then you're going to go and smash damn near every amp on stage? So what, rules Mr. High-and-mighty-frontman sets don't apply to himself or what?"
Jim could just barely force himself to speak. "Dude... I didn't do anything. I passed out before I knew what the hell was going on. I didn't smash anything. But... I know we're going to be hard on money now so I'm going to get another job and make some extra cash, alright?" "That's not the point! You say I can't have my fun and then you're going to steal the damn spotlight like that! It's fucked up!" Steve was fuming pissed off and everyone could tell. "Hey, Jim said he didn't do it, alright?" Jason said, coming to Jim's defense. "I never saw him smash anything anyway. I watched the whole thing and he just passed out like he said. There must have been a frayed wire or a short or something in the amps." "Yeah, right..." Steve muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear.
Jim sighed and then Dan spoke up. "How are you going to get a job, Jim? Summer just let out so all the jobs are already taken up. And even if you did get one, you wouldn't have time for practice anymore." "Don't worry, guys. I can handle it. I won't miss out on you guys, but I'll make sure I can get us back on our feet." At this point, both Dan and Jason sigh as the van pulls into Dan's driveway. "Whatever you say, man..."
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After unpacking everything, everyone goes their separate ways for the night, no one quite sure about what to think of the night. Jim checks his watch and sees that it's already 10:20 at night. Still worn out from the show, the black out, and the drama on the ride home, Jim takes a seat on the curb in front of Dan's house, sighing and leaning back on his hands as he looks up at the sky and roofs of distant skyscrapers silently, trying to make some sense of such a crazy night.
His mind boggled, Jim takes his time trying to piece things together. What was up with that massive headache and the amps? I've never lost control like that before. I can't even remember anything but my head splitting open and then waking up in the van... What on earth could have happened? And then there's this money thing. What the hell am I going to do to make that back? Picking up change won't pay for those amps and we won't be getting any more gigs like that anytime real soon. God, at times like these, it's no wonder some people resort to crime... It seems like such an easy way out. Jim smirks and raises his eyes further, looking right up to the stars. "But then, where's the fun in the easy way out?"
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Void
Newbee
Void of a Soul
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EXADHOS
Jan 10, 2008 5:19:02 GMT -6
Post by Void on Jan 10, 2008 5:19:02 GMT -6
Real Name: Nathan Inrid
Alias: Chimera
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Normal Appearance: His face changes from day to day, due to his powers. Looking in a mirror, he has a rather long face, narrow chin and strong jawbones accent his face. Rectangular framed glasses adorn his face. Nathan usually wears a long white jacket which he carries supplies for work in, along with his knives if a scuffle breaks out. Due to an innate ability, he fools others eyes to change his face from person to person, nobody describes his face the same way.
Costumed Appearance: No need for one since nobody can ever pin-point him in a crowd.
Morality: His Morals are good, but let's just say he enjoys his work... alot...
Stats:
Strength- 1
Endurance- 1
Speed- 5 (flight ONLY) (1 - for ground movement)
Agility- 5
Intelligence- 5 (I need to explain a little here though... Nathan is by far NOT the most book-smart person on the street. He is only smart because he engrosses victims and lures them to give out information, and he has gotten good at persuading/deceiving humans. Although he knows the human body very well, pressure points, major veins and arteries.)
Physical Combat- 5
Ranged Combat- 10
Genetic Abilities:
Fata Morgana - Translated to Trick of the Eye. This is Nathan's innate and involuntary ability to fool any body's eyes.
Flight - Nathan's ONLY mode of semi-quick transportation.
Phantasmagoria - Nathan's minor illusion ability. He can make an small group of people see things that aren't real.
Fatalis Apparition - Mass Illusion. Wide Area Illusions can be generated within almost a mile from Nathan. The downside to this, is it takes a tremendous amount of energy and occasionally gives Nathan strenuous headaches than can render him helpless.
Desperation - When Nathan becomes frantic or trapped, his Illusions begin to take on physical form, very slightly. An example is Nathan uses a Tiger or something along the lines, and the slash of the tigers claws only induce pressure and nothing more.
Weaknesses -
1) Due to his neglect to his physical prowess, he is very weak, even by normal human standards.
2) His Illusionary abilities are greatly hindered in areas with strong light. (Heavy sunlight or flood light lamps and the sort.)
3) Pictures and reminders of his wife, Linda, whom he killed with his own hands out of blood lust.
History: Nathan is an artist, and is very skilled with his hands. Not only does he draw and paint, he also sculpts and casts plastic molds from his shop on the edge of town. Rarely, Nathan enjoys "fingerpainting", though not in the same sense as a Kindergardener. He enjoys the feeling of the paint in his hands, and the kind of beauty it can create. At one point in his life, he had gotten so attached to it, that he craved the blood in peoples veins. This lust drove him crazy enough to commit murder. He murdered his own wife Linda in an illusion he himself created, though he didn't realize it at the time. After he knew what he had done, he packed what he could, and found an apartment. His Illusion powers developed from that incident, however he still regrets actually killing his loved one, and breaks down at seeing her face.
Other: He carries a couple of small knives in carriers inside his jacket.
Nathan alot of time perfecting his work. Most of his works are painting, and usually of landscapes and land marks of the city. The mayor of the city has commissioned Nathan for one statue work of his, and it is displayed in the middle of the city fountain.
When Nathan isn't perfecting his works, he wanders the streets seeking inspiration from people. On a somewhat frequent occasion, he finds someone being robbed or beaten on the street, and used his illusion abilities to unnerve attackers. On a very rare occurrence, Nathan is forced to injure attackers while they are dazed to get them to flee.
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EXADHOS
Jan 13, 2008 7:38:47 GMT -6
Post by kingj89 on Jan 13, 2008 7:38:47 GMT -6
Real Name: Jacob Sprice Alias: Silence Sex: Male Age: 10
Normal Appearance: Jacob is 4’1 with white skin and red freckles over his body. His eyes are grey, as if you could right through them. His hair is short and neat. Being the child he is, he has no muscles and is skinny. He always wears short sleeve shirts and a pair of shorts. He wears the same fisherman hat everyday on account it was the last thing his dad gave to him. He wears Timberland boots that are a size too big.
Costumed Appearance: Being that Silence is an Orphan and is on the streets, he uses items on the street as his costume. The only thing that hides Silence’s face is a home-made mask made from a red rag he found somewhere. He wears a black towel to act as a cape. He also wears black sweatpants and a tight black shirt. As footwear he wears a black pair of All-Star sneaker that feel like heaven compared to his boots.
Morality: From growing up watching superhero cartoons, he commits himself to doing good deeds even though they all his deeds may not end to well due to him being young and naïve.
Stats Strength- 1 Endurance- 8 Speed- 8 Agility- 6 Intelligence- 1 Physical Combat- 1 Ranged Combat- 10
Genetic Abilities:
Dream Daze: With powers to cloud the mind, if Silence is able to get you to stare into his eyes, he can put you in a trance and give you whatever thoughts he wants you to have (memories, illusions) as long as he is within 20ft of the person.
Cancel: Due to his mental powers, Silence can cancel almost anyone’s powers if for a brief second. Although by doing this he loses his abilities for the same amount of time as the people affected.
Tele-Blast (Telekinesis): A simple blast of psionic energy that has the ability to push/pull someone away or through an object at a target.
Tele-Shield: A shield that protects Jacob from any kind of damage but the amount of stress on the shield takes it’s toll on his mind and uses a lot of energy/
Weaknesses: 1) Jacob is young and barely knows how to use his powers. It takes a lot of energy to do his more powerful techniques like Cancel and Tele-Shield. 2) Since his parents died in a fire, he has Pyrophobia (fear of fire). If it is to the point where it may harm him he completely shuts down.
History: Jacob lived a perfect life with his mother and father. He attended a private school and excelled in school. It was not until he meet a mysterious man he nicknamed (Shadow) on the school ground that prompted his mutant abilities. After an argument with the man, Jacob let off a blast that blow the man back and caused Jacob himself to pass out. It was not until two weeks later that he would meet the man again and his whole life would be affected. It was in this moment that Shadow destroyed Jacob’s life be killing his whole family leaving Jacob alone. It was not until a month later, Jacob escaped the orphanage, with new developed powers with his only goal being to find the Shadow and find out what else he could use his powers for.
Other: Jacob wanders the streets with his one bag containing his costume and his burnt teddy bear. He constantly uses his dream daze to survive by stealing food and influencing adults to help him.
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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EXADHOS
Jan 13, 2008 10:23:56 GMT -6
Post by Anna Molly™ on Jan 13, 2008 10:23:56 GMT -6
Real Name: Ariana Sophelia Johnson Alias:Geist Sex: Female Age: 19 Normal Appearance: Ariana tends to dressed somewhat reserved on an everyday basis. She wears long loose fitting skirts, preferably with 2-3 ruffles. Her upper attire consists of a white uniform shirt with a vest to match the skirt. Her hair appears black but there’s a noticeable green tinge in the proper amount of light. She keeps her hair in a bun, though there’s always the occasional loose strand hanging over her face. Ariana has shimmering hazel eyes occasionally shielded by the oval glasses framing her face. Not really in need of the accessories, she only wears them to disguise the color change that arrives from an alteration to her mood. Her natural hair color is jolly-rancher green but she is capable of changing it into whatever color she chooses. Regardless of her silly ability, she keeps it dark in public. Costumed Appearance: Because I'm lazy and this says it all n_n" i36.photobucket.com/albums/e31/NoireGoddess1989/EXADHOS/Geist.jpgMorality: Ariana is a good soul, or she tries to be unless her logic gets in the way of her humanity... Stats: Strength- 4 Endurance- 2 Speed- 4 Agility- 5 Intelligence- 8 Physical Combat- 4 Ranged Combat- 8 Genetic Abilities: Doppelganger – Ariana is able to create and produce a mirror image of herself. The doppelganger is convenient as a decoy but suffers from possessing no psychic abilities. She’s prone to paralysis under black light and any physical damage Ariana takes will be reflected upon the clone. The Doppelganger also exists as a means of balancing Ariana’s emotions Energy Shield – The name speaks for itself, it is a shield consisting of Ariana’s mental powers and is able to withstand or contain most projectiles. She can maintain the shield for a finite amount of time while standing in place but if she overexerts herself runs the risk of a mental blackout. Leviosa – Ariana is able to move and propel the items and objects around her. The bigger the object, the heavier the toll on her mind and body. However, despite her limits, she can toss numerous items at once as long as their combined weight isn’t over the amount of the heaviest item she can carry. Ariana is also slowly learning how to levitate herself and is still green in that area. Chi – With a sweep of her hand she can send a blast of psi-energy towards an opponent. It is also convenient for deflecting energy projectiles thrown her way and is the power behind punches thrown. Weaknesses: 1) If Ariana overexerts herself and doesn’t allow her mind recovery time, the mental block she possesses to block out the thoughts of everyone within her proximity vanishes. She’s subject to every thought, feeling, and emotion around her, her automatic response being to push her exhausted abilities to react. The immense toll on her spirit makes her blackout. 2) Because her powers are somewhat fueled by her emotions, she cannot become too close to people. In this worse case scenario, she unconsciously becomes attached to them. The limiter over her emotions severs and the emotions of the other party manage to affect her and serve as liabilities. 3) She has a thing against asylums…mainly because the ones around her hold history and for personal reasons… History: (In the story, yah? Good.) Other: Ariana is an extremely diligent reader and has managed to read a majority of the books in the library she works in. She’s intelligent but contributes it to her psychic abilities so has worked most her life to be second best in terms of academics. For the most part, Ariana is kind and caring but at times can be too calculating and doesn’t focus on the humane aspects of situations. Her mental abilities handicap her friendships and leave it so that she can count the amount of friends she has on one hand. On the side, her profession is ballet, as she has an intense passion for the dance and loves the gracefulness associated with the art. (OOC: That's it for now, IC post later...)
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EXADHOS
Jan 19, 2008 15:07:35 GMT -6
Post by kingj89 on Jan 19, 2008 15:07:35 GMT -6
“Get back here towel boy!”
The words echoed off the alley way walls as he ran top speed trying to escape from the three crooks. His first mission was not going as planned. “It wasn’t suppose to be like this. I was suppose to beat the bad guys using my amazing powers and leave in the moonlight like batman. Not running from them.” The gang was catching up to Silence. He could hear their heavy foot-steps louder and louder.
“Gotcha punk!” as one of them grabbed the towel around his neck.
Just then a garbage can, guided by Silence’s hand, came flying right into the face of the crook, knocking him of his feet like a brick wall. Silence ducked into the nearest alleyway to escape only to find a dead-end. As he looked to see where he could climb he heard the crooks and began to panic. As he ran back to the entrance, the crooks cut him off and gave him a back-hand slap that sent him into the nearest garbage cans.
“That garbage can trick wasn’t funny punk.”“Hold up Rake. The rookie is gonna handle this.” said Spike, leader of the crew. “Why do I…” just then a hand smacked the thought out of the rookie’s head. “You wanted in, squid. I say, you do, no fucking questions! If you don’t get that through your brain now, I’ll make sure this bullet will! How else are you gonna provide for your poor ass family? Haha.”
Silence got up; shaken from the slap he received. His heart was pounding like never before. He tried to use his chaotic blast to throw a garbage can, but he couldn’t concentrate. He was too scared. The sweat was dripping down his chin as the figures of the crooks got closer to him. He couldn’t help but stop tears from falling as the rookie advanced forward with the glock in his hand.
“Geez Spike. He’s crying man. He’s just a fucking kid.” said the rookie. “Ha-ha. Ahh that’s funny. Kid shouldn’t be running around acting like a hero. We’re gonna teach him a lesson.” said Spike. “Yeah, one that he’s gonna take to the grave. HAHAHAHA!” said Rake.
As the two thugs chuckled, the rookie advanced; frightened that he would have the kid’s blood on his hands forever. As he got within 8 feet of the kid, he held the gun up, aiming at the fake hero’s head. “I’m sorry kid. I don’t want to do this, but it’s me or you. I gotta look out for my fam.” At least look at me.
Silence picked up his head from his palms and looked directly at the rookie thug. “Hey…. nice eyes….” The words faded as the rookie had made the mistake of falling into Silence’s trap, his dream daze. His body couldn’t move. The air was thin. He began to pant. He was hot. He began to unbutton his shirt. He felt as if he was about to faint when visions of his family came to him. His vision blurred as he looked at Silence, and he saw his son.
“Daddy did I do something wrong” asked his son. “No of course not. Why would you ask…” “You’re pointing the gun at me. And your friends are about to kill me.” “Uh… no..no son. I…” “DO you want to kill me daddy?” “No of course not!” “Then protect me daddy. I’m scared.”
“Hey… what the fuck. Are you talking to yourself rookie” said Rake “YOU WILL NOT HURT MY SON!” As he said that he squeezed the trigger, and a bullet ran through Rake, causing him to drop to his knees.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?!” said spike. Silence’s legs began to buckle. The stress with filling the rookie’s head with illusions was taking its toll. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE HELPING ME BUT YOU REALLY WANTED TO KILL ME SON!” “Fine rookie. I’ma kill you, your son, and your fucking girl. I would fuck your girl but she’s a fucking crack head.” said Spike. As the two crooks faced each other, gun’s fired knocking both Spike and the rookie off their feet. Silence fell to his knees but wouldn’t have time to rest as he heard sirens. “I have to get outta here. As Silence ran to the fire escape, he felt a hand grab his ankle. It was Spike. “You mutant brat. If I find you, I’ll be sure to fuckin….” Silence used the remaining power he had to pick Spike up and fling him into the nearest wall like a rag-doll knocking him out. As he looked on from the rooftop, he saw the criminals arrested. His first mission completed. “Silence, the dark terror… no the dark avenger strikes again. Hmm… I’ll have to work on that name. As he looked above to see the clear stars, he thought back to the day he would both cherish, and loath. The day he meet Shadow……
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Post by Kaisar on Jul 6, 2008 3:23:37 GMT -6
Real Name: Jasmine Todd Alias: Blight Sex: Female Age: 23 Normal Appearance: Blight is around 5’10, with an average build and waist length blue-black hair generally tied back in a braid. She is pale skinned and has green eyes that lighten or darken depending on her mood. Jasmine normally goes about in a pair of fitted jeans and a white blouse she also wears a pendant around her neck that is set with an oval disk of tree Agate. The stone is flat and a transparent gold-brown in colour with a black fern-like pattern alone one side. Jasmine is always seen wearing a pair of soft, fitted leather gloves unless she is working with her hands. Costumed Appearance: A pair of fitted black leggings, knee high boots with steel toes. She also wears a leather vest that had a collar that covers her neck and is done up at the front by a series of clasps, three across her lower torso and one across the top of her breasts. Two smaller ones keep the neck of the vest closed. Over that she wears a kind of worn, tattered brown cloak that has a deep hood and a black scarf knotted at the back that when lifted covers the lower half of her face. On her forearms she wears a pair of metal cuffs, burnished steel. Morality: Neutral – Blight does what she feels she has to. -Stats- (1-10 scale. 1 = average human. 35 points to distribute) Strength- 6 Endurance- 7 Speed- 6 Agility- 9 Intelligence- 2 Physical Combat- 4 Ranged Combat- 1 -Genetic Abilities- Corrosion: Causes metals and other inanimate objects to crumble to dust at her touch. Blight: Causes living things to wither and eventually die. Animals and humans are resilient to it and may not succumb to the sickness caused by her touch for some days. A few may actually survive. Agony:[/i] Pain can be the greatest sickness of all. Like all her abilities which are touch induced. Agony is especially cruel. Upon contact the victim finds him or herself consumed by unspeakable pain. Which will eventually destroy the body, but the process is slow. Decay: This ailment affects those of the living variety. Just as Corrosion renders inanimate objects to dust dose Decay render the living. Her touch is death. Toxicity resistance: Blight is immune to all forms of poisons and disease. She has never once been sick in all her life.
Weaknesses: Touch Range: Jasmines abilities only work upon touch. As deadly as they are she can’t hurt something she can’t get her hands on. Vaccine/medication intolerance:[/b] Jasmine has an intolerance for the medications normal people might otherwise use to treat themselves for an illness. Ingesting or touching such medicines made her violently ill. History: Jasmine Todd works as a lab tec in a bio-chemistry lab. Her interest in the affects of toxins upon living things was part of her research into her own terrifying ability. As a child people tended to get sick around her while she herself remained otherwise unaffected by whatever new virus seemed to go around. Then one day as a teenager she discovered just why she was so different when before her eyes a stray animal melted into a puddle of blacked goo. Its body decaying at a rate that was beyond natural.
It took her years to master her ability and allow her to control the death her merest touch could induce within others. For a long time she had to go about wearing leather gloves on her hands as her ability was only touch related. Even though her gift is controlled she still continues to wear her gloves. On the off chance that control might slip. Other: Jasmine lives alone. She prefers it that way. She has no real friends and her only company is a fat, fluffy brown and white cat called Lazy for his tendency to lay around all day in her apartment.
(IC post later)
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Jul 8, 2008 3:07:11 GMT -6
(OOC: 6 months later...screw you writer's block and thank you inspirational friend ) Ariana was normally one of the most enthusiastic and diligent student workers in the campus library. She could tell someone the exact location and section of the most ancient pieces of literature while checking out their books or guide them through the winding labyrinth that was the underground sect of the library without losing her way back. Possibly one of the more amiable workers despite being less than social, it was rare to catch her without her trademark smile. It was strange to see Ariana express anything but congeniality. However, this Thursday, the unusual nineteen year old was expressing everything but that. Ariana’s cinnamon cheeks were a shade darker than usual, her entire body flushed from head to toe. Under the front desk, she tightened her legs together automatically, face contorted in something close to unease. Fidgeting in her seat, the usually focused female was sure she couldn’t even tell a customer the time, let alone do her job but she couldn’t stop herself from turning the pages of the new novel by James Michael White. Scarlet Moonlight… Running her fingers over the crimson title of the hardcover book, Ariana closed her eyes as her fingers trailed down to the author’s name. Trying to pick up a semblance of emotion from the elusive and brilliant author through his name alone, her mental abilities betrayed her, racing back to the moonlit sex scene she had been visualizing all too well. Exhaling heavily to calm her hormones, she unclenched her legs, a noticeable shiver escaping the aroused librarian. Reluctantly, Ariana gently closed the novel by her favorite author and placed it into a drawer. Reading it in the security of her home would be easier and if Scarlet Moonlight was anything like its predecessors, the sensual comfort of the protagonist’s touch and the pale light of the moon would be the last thing his female lead would experience. As most blissful things must come to an end. So perhaps it is best to avoid those horrible lovely things… Someone resting their weight onto her shoulders threw Ariana off completely. She tilted her head back to look up to the pale girl pressing her into the chair. “And here I thought I’d get to see your orgasm face, or something like it…” The pale girl smiled deviously, her pierced eyebrow shooting up. Blowing her navy blue bang from her plain brown eyes, she squeezed Ariana’s shoulders cheerfully. “Lacey…you’re actually...excited to be here. Or excited in general,” Moving a spare wispy strand of hair behind her ear, Ariana blinked curiously up to her friend. “What’s up? Did you finally fuck a patron...?” Ariana tilted her head with an eerie smile, hazel eyes turning the faintest shades of green. Moving into a crouch, Lacey wrapped her arms around Ariana’s waist as she breathed hotly into her ear. “Well Ari, you could always read my mind and find out, now couldn’t cha…?” Feeling her friend tense up in her arms, Lacey wisely changed the topic and loosened her hold around Ariana. “That’s not it though. Cutesy dude I’d love to do is here, at 3 o clock, three.” She manually turned Ariana’s head towards the passing gentleman and sighed dreamily. “I’d have his kids.” “Really…?” Ariana allowed Lacey to train her vision on the gentleman of the hour. He appeared to be a little over six feet, his raven hair bound together in a braid that ended in the middle of his back. Wearing a plain black shirt and dark jeans to match, there was an air of casual sophistication about the man. Toting a tan only the tropics could give, the man walked by the librarian desk, throwing a small smile their way. His grey eyes lit up mischievously in Ariana’s direction, the grin on his face shifting into his eyes. “Huh…” Ariana narrowed her eyes in bemusement from the sneaky glare cast her way. The man’s next motion made her noticeably jerk her head back. He had been casually crossing her path when his head seemed to twitch twice in her direction, like a tape stuck on replay. Pushing up her glasses slowly in her uncertainty as to what she had just witnessed, Ariana abruptly got to her feet. “I…be right back.” Before Lacey could comment, Ariana removed herself from the behind the front desk and trailed briskly after the stranger. Separated by the countless rows of metal shelves, she walked parallel to the stranger, biting her lower lip, watching…. What for…? She continued her steady pace opposite the stranger, he seemingly unaware of the hazel eyes on his demure form. And then it happened. The mysterious man flickered, footsteps on replay, face performing an impossibly fast double take as his glowing grey eyes settled on Ariana. The moment came and left, stranger continuing his stroll as if he hadn’t noticed Ariana at all. Stop Ari… The librarian warned herself subconsciously but continued the aimless pursuit despite herself. Normally she didn’t care about the actions of others but she had never seen such a brazen anomaly. Her logistical side told her not to bother but her curiosity wouldn’t give up, the young woman lured by the bait with the charming smile. Continuing after the evidently confident gentleman, Ari came to a stop automatically but not of her own accord. Gravity was all too apparent, Ariana’s booted feet mysteriously weighted to the marble floor. Glued in the entrance to one of many isles, her eyebrow shot up, unsettling hazel glare set upon the stranger standing down the row of books. Staring coolly to the composed gentleman, she started to speak, voice cut off by a sudden blast of energy. She crossed her arms over her face instinctively, the intense wave of power pummeling into her, skirt slapped against her skin, hair threatening to unfurl from its dainty bun. Throwing her arms to her side after the assault, she widened her eyes as a heavy textbook zoomed her way. Again, her impulse overcame her, Ariana shielding herself from the devastating blow, book landing carelessly to the floor. DIABLO! Cursing immediately after her usage of power, she gave up the feckless façade, crossing her arms once more to block off the hundreds of books lured off the shelves hell-bent on abusing the librarian that kept them in check. A minute later and the assault seizing, Ariana counted to herself, each number building her dismay. Hesitantly lowering her arms and prepared to witness thousands of books she’d be required to shelve, what she found both perturbed and amused her. Everything in the row of books was as they should be. Nothing had been disturbed; there were no loose pages from the occasional burst of power she’d allowed to destroy a book and her library was in peace. The gentleman down the isle smiled broadly from her reaction, an effervescent hue in his marvelous eyes. He mouthed two words in her direction before beginning his walk back to the entrance of the library. Your move. Beguiled by the stranger’s gumption, Ariana sauntered pass the shelves she’d walked pass minutes ago, her wondering rosy eyes captivated by the gentleman. Exiting the innumerable row of books and moving behind the false security provided by the front desk, Ariana drummed her fingers slowly on the table, counting beneath her breath. “…kyuu, juu.” On her last number, the stranger’s grey eyes glowed viciously; a foreign burst of power sent her way. The very reality Ariana knew deconstructed before her eyes. The walls of the library ripped themselves apart like the cheapest of wallpaper, marble floor splitting in half and melting into stone. Torn off by an invisible spectre, the ceiling flew off into the navy blue sky, bluish white stars peering down into the hastily distorting world. Ariana’s clothing floated about her being, her white skirt disintegrating to ashes, uniform blouse fading into nothingness. An insane wind beneath her spiraled over her arms and legs, fine skintight material snaking its way over her naked form, adorning Ariana in an overly flattering black cat suit. Standing inside a stone cathedral weathered by time, she noted each side of the room held a row of cypress benches, some partially destroyed, others polished and intact. Over the entrance of a tall pair of mahogany doors was a gargantuan oval stained glass portrait of Jesus and his disciples; the last supper was painted in various hues, the moonlight piercing the glass and decorating the stone in multiple pale and beautiful colors. The stranger slid down the far wall over the entrance from the shadows of the ceiling, his grey eyes glowing argentine as a fanged smile graced his lips. His hand hovered over the colorful stained glass, his smile widening exponentially. The portrait shattered into pieces from the stranger’s deadly touch, the jagged shards of glass straightening themselves out, floating carefree around the gentleman. Raising a gloved hand back, he immediately propelled his arm forward, the fatal parade of glass racing to Ariana. Sweeping aside the first and second wave of lethal rainbow shards, Ariana suspended the third wave in front of her, lips pursed tightly in her concentration. Arms outstretched dramatically, she purred. “Fly..!” Driving her arms forward, she sent the remaining pieces of pointed glass to the awaiting stranger. Watching the stranger lift his forearm across his forehead, she grew mystified as the glass reached him, shards bursting into colorful grains of sand upon impact. Ariana ignored the questions in her mind over his abilities, dashing to the man and delivering a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. Following up the stylish kick with a punch to the cheek, she stepped forward to knee him in the gut, stranger blocking the blow with the crossing of his arms. Head-butting Ariana, he jabbed her in the rib cage, his leg rising to meet her chin. Catching his leg, Ariana pulled him close, knocking her fist into his face again. Her eyes flashing vindictively, she drew her arm back to strike his neck, the stranger flickering out of view. Caught off-guard from his disappearance and genuinely perturbed she didn’t anticipate it, she almost jumped when he reappeared inches from her face. Licking his lips, he sent both of his palms into her chest, Ariana stumbling backwards but managing to retain her footing. It didn’t matter. Pulling a knife from the air, the stranger spun forward elegantly on his heel, dagger tip millimeters from Ariana’s sparkling eye… ~~~~~~~ “Thanks…!” exclaimed the stranger, winning smile on his face as he picked up the first book on the used pile. Paying the bubbly Lacey a quarter, he hesitated as he averted his shockingly timid gaze to Ariana. “Take care…” Wha…? Ariana stood opposite the stranger, separated by the desk, bewildered beyond comprehension. Did…? Still able to feel the cool wind from the chapel and the pointed blade inches from her iris imprinted clearly in her minds eye, Ariana’s heart skipped several beats from the immense quality of the fantastic illusion. He didn’t make the kill…could he? Before she could stop herself, Ariana unorthodoxly hopped over the front desk and grabbed the departing stranger’s wrist. He froze completely, the stranger holding his breath. Methodically, he glanced back to Ariana, the twinkle in his grey eyes absorbing her into his realm once more… ~~~~~~~ Promenading across the city’s dark rooftops, Ariana smiled genuinely intrigued by the stranger and the game of cat and mouse. Her fiery eyes were fixated on the stranger playing copycat on the adjacent rooftop, the only thing separating the warriors being the thriving street below. Stopping at the edge of the fourth rooftop, she fully faced the gentleman. Mimicking his earlier motion, Ariana licked her lips, hands rising up into a defensive stance. The stranger followed suit and seemingly reading each other’s thoughts, the two warriors charged off their rooftops and collided in mid air. Delivering blow after punishing blow and countering each other impossibly well, Ariana began to struggle against the flurry of strikes, the young psychic unable to levitate and fight as well as she thought she could. Jumping above him, Ariana twirled in the air to kick him downward, her flare being her downfall. The stranger vanished from view and reappearing above her, swung his arms down hard into Ariana and sent her spiraling back to earth.
With the mental energy left in her reservoir, Ariana stopped herself from striking into the cement, body still reeling the immense force behind the devastating move. Floating weakly above the street and her breath coming out a little too haggard for her liking, she started to spit out a mouthful of blood. Instead, she found herself gasping out saliva and blood, stranger torpedoing from the heavens and into her chest, barreling her into the ground, earth breaking from her impact as several somethings snapped inside her. The stranger rested on top of her, a tender expression in his silver eyes. His knees pinning her arms to the side, he wiped the blood from her mouth and smiled weakly. Leaning down, his hair brushing over her defiance filled face, he whispered into her ear before consciousness left her completely…~~~~~~~ Legs failing her, Ariana fell, taking the stranger down with her. Wide eyed from the surreal phantasmagoria she’d plunged herself into and shaking from the inevitable end, Ariana clenched her nails tightly into her thigh to regain a semblance of composure. Body bathed in a cold sweat, Ariana forced a warm smile. “I’m so sorry about that, its been an exhausting day and I guess trying to give you your receipt did me in!” Laughing to herself, she rubbed the back of her neck nervously. Getting onto his feet, the stranger grinned down to her sincerely, no malevolence visible in his glimmering grey eyes. “Oh, I understand, I’m sorry I didn’t catch you better,” Grabbing onto her hands, he gently pulled her onto her feet. Resting a hand on her shoulder, he stared into her eyes with a penetrating gaze. “Are you alright…?” Determined not to break eye contact, Ariana nodded her head. “Certainly,” She barely glanced at the receipt but managed to read the name. “Take care, Julius,” Ariana shoved the receipt into his hand and smiled sweetly. “We look forward to your continued patronage!” Clasping her hand in both of his, his eyes lit up, the faintest of silver glittering under the countless layers of grey. “Thank you. It’s been a pleasurable experience.” Grinning shyly, the corner of his mouth twitched in his attempt to restrain himself. Emotions getting the best of him, he flashed a scheming smile her way. Not waiting for her reaction, he waltzed out the library whistling “Twisted Nerve”, giddiness adding to the eerie nature of the tone. Smile disappearing with Julius’s departure, Ariana stood still in the main lobby of the library, barraged by a kamikaze of emotions. Sating her curiosity first, she opened up her palm slowly to find the receipt back in her hand. Uncrumpling the thin piece of paper, Ariana twitched as she read the words whispered to her seconds before her body failed her in Julius’s realm. Gaining an air of indifference, she marched back to the thoroughly confused Lacey. Tossing the paper down in front of the pale girl, she snorted in disgust. “You sure know how to fucking choose them.” “Oy--? What? What the fuck just happened between you and mystery?!” Lacey stood up to her full height of 5’4’’, aware something had occurred but not entirely sure what.Leaning against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest, Ariana closed her eyes annoyed. She quirked a brow and shrugged. “Read the receipt darling…” Making a wry face, Lacey looked over the receipt, her brown eyes noting the absence of his purchase, his name, and even the name of library. In place of the ink printing were four simple words scrawled in fancy ruby italics: Let us entertain you.[/i][/color]
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EXADHOS
Jul 8, 2008 18:36:23 GMT -6
Post by Kaisar on Jul 8, 2008 18:36:23 GMT -6
Jasmine was walking home along one of the seedier parts of the city. It was dangerous and perhaps suicidal for a young woman like her to do so but she had long since given up caring about whether or not she lived or died. Instead her life was spent trying to find a way to protect everyone else from her. Jaz didn’t need someone to tell her she was an outbreak waiting to happen. One touch. That’s all it ever took, a harmless brush of the fingers against exposed skin coupled with a single moments break of that finite control she had spent years developing and wham. Instants black, gooey, death. Or slow death by pain. A slow terrifying way to die and the cruelest.
“Well Jaz,” she said to herself. It was a habit she’d gotten into after so many years alone and helped along by those numerous hours spent talking to Lazy so much. He was fat and just ‘lazy’ but he was a very good listener. “You always knew you were a monster inside. But who’d have thought people could die just for shaking hands.”
The idea of actually forming any kind of relationship with another person was beyond her. Could she even bring herself to get that close to another person? Jasmine shook her head at the thought and aimed a frustrated kick at an old beaten up can that lay on the footpath. It rattled and clanged its way along the dirt stained footpath coming to rest at the corner. The sound was stark and sharp against the silence of the street.
Only it didn't stay silent for long. Four young men came around the corner just as she approached. Two gave her catcalls as she walked around them, determined to avoid the potential danger that might entail should the group decide ot follow her on her way home.
In truth her salary was substantial enough that she could move to a better part of the city but in Jasmine felt right at home here. This was a place for the derelicts and the unwanted. But most of all this place was devoid of what she might term innocents. If something the kinds of people who would die would probibly deserve it anyway.
“Hey there sweetheart where you going?” One of the men who hadn't givne her a catcall asked. “Don’t be in such a rush we could all have a good time tonight.”
I can just imagine, Jasmine thought without stopping. If the man was smart he'd let it go at that, he'd just continue on with his friends and leave her be. But just incase. Jasmine slipped her soft leather gloves from her hands and stuffed them into her pockets. Then one of the creeps made a potentially fatal mistake. He grabbed Jasmine by the upper arm and yanked her to a halt.
“Don’t you ignore me when I’m talking to you bitch.” He spun her around to face him.
“Release me or you’re in for a world of hurt.” Jasmine cautioned. She always warned someone, it was perhaps the only thing she could do but judging by the look in this creeps eye and the strong smell fo beer that hung around him like a noxious cloud she figured he was feeling belligerent. A pity.
The creep laughed. “oh? What ya gunna do kick me in the nuts?” he asked.
“No,” Jasmine replied flatly. “Something much, much worse.” She reached up slowly and covered the hand that was gripping her upper arm with enough force to bruise. her touch was gentle, there was no need ot apply pressure. She met his eyes and held back the revulsion she felt for what she was about to do.
“Well come on tell me what your gunna—” he cut off as his face suddenly turned grey and his eyes glazed over.
mentaly she distanced herself, watching the scene unfold as if she were a stranger. She watched the muscles in his face contract and then the hand that gripped her convulsed as the pain begna to spread through his body like fire. as his grip slackened just before another convultion she tore her arm from his grip and took a step back, grimfaced as the creep collapsed and his body began to seize. But it wasn't over yet. Jasmine continued to watch as his mouth opened and he began to scream. Agony had taken hold.
“What the fuck did you do!” one of his companions cried in alarm. They had all been standing back watching with smug smiles as their buddy ‘talked’ with her. Two were kneeling on the ground trying to hold their friend still while he continued to scream in pain his skin was already coated in sweat. his body jerking wildly under thier hands.
“It will wear off after a few hours,” Jasmine said with a coldness that was very out of character and yet always present whenever she found herself using her power. Another part of her detachment. She couldn't let any of them know how much it sickened her to do what she'd just done. “Just be lucky I didn’t give him the full thing.” Then she turned and walked off, her pace was steady at first and then slowly the numbing wall she'd placed between herself and her emotions began to crumble. Then she ran. She was faster then anyone she knew, stronger too. There was nothing no one normal could to that could hurt her.
“Damn you Jasmine,” she cursed herself. “You could have broken that guys arm like a matchstick. Thrown him across the street like a rag doll. Outrun all of them rather then have a confrentation. And yet you relied upon the one thing that does the most harm.”
She ran blindly through the streets, her thoughts and her emotions hounding her with everystep. Perhaps she was trying to outrun them, to outrun the guilt and the fear but she could never run fast enough to get away from that. Eventually her feet his something soft and Jasmine slowed, shaking herself free from her thoughts and looked to see where she was.
The ocean looked very different at night. The waters were a dark indigo dancing with the silver of the moon. Breathing hard she sank to her knees in the sand. Figured. She always came here whenever she used her ability. The corrosion side wasn’t so bad. That only affected the inanimate things of this world but everything else she did was harmful and deadly. It sickened her to do the things she did. And the thought of losing the control she had terrified her more then anything else could.
Her stomach heaved at the possibilities that one touch, no matter how much the creep might have deserved to feel the pain he had undoubtedly inflected upon countless others deserved it.
When she was finished emptying the contents of her stomach on the ground, Jasmine kicked sand over the mess and walked down to the water rinsing the taste of bile and whatever t was she’d eaten for dinner from the labs cafeteria with the sea. It wasn’t clean water, it was full of the refuse of ships and other things she’d rather not name but she was immune to sickness.
She stayed on the beach a little longer, looking out across the rolling waves.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Jasmine,” she said at last, unable to stand the silence any longer. “It’s the best it’s ever been. You can’t keep falling to pieces with the ‘what if’s’ all the time. You’re stronger then that, stronger then your fears – no matter how valid they might be. Grow a spine sweetheart and stop freaking out.”
Jasmine looked up and down the beach almost as an afterthought and found it empty. Nobody was around to hear her little pep talk. Which was a good thing, it might have been a little awkward.
“Might as well get home.” She turned and started walking back up the beach. It would take her a while to get back to her apartment just walking but she didn’t really feel like running right now. ------------
Pushnig upen the door to her apartment she heared a low, sinister growl.
“I know, I know,” she apologised. “I’m late with your dinner.” Flipping the light switch she grinned at the immensely fat brown and white cat lounging on a pillowed mat in the middle of the floor.
Stepping into the kitchen Jasmine opened a can of cat food and emptied the whole thing into a bowl. Watching from the counter she hade to hide a smile as Lazy attempted to stand. His girth made it hard for him to get onto his feet and when he did he ‘waddled’ everywhere he went – however short a distance that was. Some might call him fat, others obese. Jasmine just thought of him as portly and despite how big he was Lazy was very happy.
“Your meal Sire,” she murmured as she set the bowl down on the floor and headed for the bathroom. Right now she needed a shower and then maybe watch a few old Godzilla movies.
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JaySonic
Ice Breaker
Love is like real-life porn. Minus all the stuff that makes porn cool.
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EXADHOS
Jul 9, 2008 20:25:28 GMT -6
Post by JaySonic on Jul 9, 2008 20:25:28 GMT -6
Real Name: Andrew Stiles Alias: Hasn't really thought about super-heroing so nothing yet. Sex: Male Age: 32 Normal Appearance: Andrew is about 5' 10", with an above average build and a slight tan. His hair is short and constantly windswept. (think this except much more pushed back and a little shorter. farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2317110459_89e3e785f0.jpg) Wears jeans normally, as in not baggy but not tight, a different pair of Champions for every day of the week, literally, and a random shirt with Under Armour. Never seen without; 1: a pair of goggles he either keeps on or has on his person (like this except all black and tinted red. www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/onion-goggles-1.jpg) 2: his high school class ring (silver with a diamond) 3: a wristband. He has a lot of them so its a toss up for which one he wears. Costumed Appearance: (See Alias) Morality: 90% Good. Other 10% isn't evil, more like eye-for-an-eye mentality. If someone punches some random person in the face and that person goes and gets his whole group of friends to jump that guy, Andy's not gonna care, he shouldn't of punched the guy, so he's not gonna waste time saving him or what not. (A basic explanation, but you see how it could get bigger from there) Andrew has super speed and the power of momentum(for lack of a better way to put it.) The more speed he gets the more powerful he becomes. Even swinging his arms in a circle once will build up enough force to knock someone through a wall. And at top speed his punches are near the Incredible Hulk's base transformation strength. Also like the Juggernaut (bitch) if he starts running he pretty much cannot be stopped by anything other than himself. Strength- Varies. Since his strength is not constant he can't, say, lift a car over his head and hold it there. But should he really need a car moved he could probably toss it a good mile or two. Endurance- 7 Has more to do with stamina than defensive power. He can run at top speed for an hour and 7 minutes right now. He clocks himself. Speed- 10 Agility- 8 Not really acrobatic or anything, but he moves fast enough to dodge pretty much anything. Intelligence- 1 Physical Combat- 3 currently teaching himself a style that will help him use his momentum and his speed, because he thinks he relies to much on "wimpy hit-and-run techniques" Ranged Combat- 1 Genetic Abilities: (5 at max. Don’t include super strength/speed, etc. If it is a result of your stats, leave it out) Weaknesses: He needs space to move to use his strength. In enclosed spaces his strength and speed are almost nothing. History: Andrew isn't rich by any means but he is very well off. He works at the Global Parcel Service as a irregular sorter, lifting the heavy packages that can't be sorted normally and putting them where they need to go. He's been there for 14 years, gets paid $25 an hour and has another raise coming. He first developed his powers while working there. He lives in a large beach house because 1: he can afford it and 2: because he can work on his powers on the beach without messing up any cement. He gets bored very easily so he travels the world whenever he can and as a result has many random artifacts that could be sold for some very high prices. He is very approachable and has a Tony Stark personality, likes to live fast and in the moment. One area of failing for Andrew though is that while he's a womanizer, he has very bad luck with women no matter what he does. He doesn't even really want a family or anything, just a girlfriend. Even a gold-digger is cool with him at this point.
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Jul 10, 2008 23:54:09 GMT -6
Post by Vector on Jul 10, 2008 23:54:09 GMT -6
OOC: I know Sonic's post isn't done yet, but as far as I know, it won't interfere with this post. He is sitting next to me finishing his right now, after all. o.o
IC:
Jim Mason exhales deeply, letting out a long sigh before standing himself up and patting away at his jeans to get any possible dirt off of him. He lurches forward, his hands sliding into his pockets, as he walks towards his apartment a few miles away, closer to the lights and towers of the city. It was the first time he had walked even a decently long distance rather than running, flying, or transporting himself via electrical currents in quite a while. He figured he needed the time to think. As such, all his best thinking was done out loud and under his breath, just like the characters in the animated shows he watched back when he was a kid. Superman, Batman, Spider-man, X-men... they all thought aloud on television. Watching so much of that developed quite the habit in young Jimmy that had stuck with him for any time he needed to really concentrate and think about something carefully.
"So... first things first, I lost control. Badly. Lost enough control to fry our amps totally dead." A wavered breath escapes from Jim's lips, his exhaling showing how much more frightened he is now that he realizes the danger he caused with his power. "If... I had lost more control than that... then not only would that entire place have been in flames... but each and every person there would have died right on the spot with no one alive to blame but me. I could have set the whole building ablaze while shorting out the electrical impulses in everyone's brains. Even if I made it out of there alive, I'd be on death row for arson and mass murder... and worst of all... I'd really deserve it."
Jim stops, his heart pounding in his chest several times stronger than it does when he runs at high speeds or fights criminals. His body shaking, he stops himself from falling over by outstretching his arm beside him and bracing a hand against the closest building. Breathing heavily, his eyes shoot from the tiniest spot to the tiniest spot on the ground rapidly, never quite looking at anything. He feels sweat. Not only on his face and neck, but throughout his hair, chest, arms, legs, and more. Every inch of him feels damp and dirty.
The shaken "hero" tries to slow his breath and regain his composure. "Come on... Get a hold of yourself... It didn't go that bad. Everyone is all right... All I need is some cash and everything will be just as fine as before." He purses his lips slightly and exhales one last, deep breath before standing back on his own two feet and settling himself.
Looking around, he finds that he's already reached the slum-like area that separates the suburbs from the step-up residential district that his home resides in.
The streets are dark, with most of the street lamps either flickering dimly or entirely broken. The alleyways even darker, they seem to be pitch black, like those of nightmares. Shaking his head, he quickly shoots down the slightest hint of fear that he still felt in him with a smile and continues walking in the direction of home at a slightly brisker pace. He decides to leave the money worries until tomorrow and make his first priority getting some good rest.
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Stepping into his apartment, Jim tosses his bag onto the floor next to the recliner that faces his old television. After taking off his Disturbed t-shirt he wore for the show, he balls it up and lobs it next to the bag as he walks over to his fridge.
Reaching inside, he grabs a nice looking apple, a colby-jack cheesestick, and a small bottle of apple juice. Munching away at the snacks quickly, he chunks the remnants into the trash can in the corner of the room and hops into the shower to sing a little of Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" while washing off all the sweat and dirt from the hard night.
After stepping out and drying off, he dresses in the essentials and drops right into bed, passing out in sheer seconds before even getting under the covers.
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JaySonic
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Love is like real-life porn. Minus all the stuff that makes porn cool.
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Jul 11, 2008 1:05:28 GMT -6
Post by JaySonic on Jul 11, 2008 1:05:28 GMT -6
Andrew consciously awoke but didn't open his eyes. He kept them closed while he stretched and blindly reached to the left, groping the small dresser next to his bed until he found his target. Pointing the remote forward he felt his way to the play button and pressed it, starting the random shuffle on the Mp3 stereo system on the opposite wall. It worked for a moment before it decided to play "Mas Que Nada" by the Black Eyed Peas.
"Alright. That's good wake-up music," he yawned finally opening his eyes to the darkness. Hopping out of bed he did a little cha-cha to the curtains, flinging them open to reveal a beautiful Fort Quesada sunset on the beach and the interior of his bedroom. It was full of random items he collected from his travels. Two glass emeralds from Mazatlan on another dresser, a carved lioness head from Kenya on the wall above his bed, two katanas from Nagoya, Japan on a longer dresser opposite the curtains.
"Heat it like a Sau...na, Penetratin' thru ya body ar...mor, Rhythmically we massage ya, Wit hip-hop mixed up with Samba. With Samba."
He walked into his bathroom and flipped on the lights revealing beautiful marble counter-tops and a large walk in shower. Turning on the water muffled the music but he sang along in the shower until it finished. He cut the water in time to hear Coheed and Cambria's "Welcome Home" end and "The Batdance" by Prince begin. He laughed along with the opening like always and pushed the sliding glass closet doors open to get dressed.
"Well, boxers first, then the Under Armour..wait.....OK yeah, boxers. Pants really don't matter," he picked some dark blue ones, "and it's Friday so it's my black and blue Champs. And for a shirt..um..this and this." He pulled a white, long sleeve t-shirt and a black vest out, got dressed and went to the small dresser again.
"Alright, now for the important stuff."
He opened a small, ring box and took his college class ring and put it on his right, middle finger. Then he opened a drawer to reveal a plethora of wristbands. Picking one that read "In case of emergency, Break dance," he slipped it on his left arm.
"I am comple-Wait. Where are my goggles." In the process of searching his room he knocked over a stained glass vase from Venice, which he almost didn't catch, and put it back on the shelf to see his goggles right behind it.
"There you are. Now I am complete."
Andy killed his stereo as soon as "Virtual Insanity" from Jamiroquai finished. He strolled to the living room, turning on his T.V. and tuning it to "The Cosby Show," and it just happened to be one of his favorite episodes. He turned it up and headed to the kitchen to make himself a huge bowl of Trix. Dinner in hand he sat down on the sectional sofa arranged in a "U" shape towards his t.v. and even though he spit milk on the floor twice laughing he managed to finish eating and watching, cut off his t.v. and walk out the front door.
"O.K. Time for my morning workout." After some stretching he put on a thoughtful look. "Hmmm. The beach right in front of me, the little desert right outside town, or on the water? Decisions, decisions, desert. But i think I'll go out on the water a bit to warm-up some more."
With that he jogged to the side of his house, kneeled down and with a shout, dashed full speed towards the water, hitting it perfectly. Running on water seemed new to him every time he did it, and he loved it. The spray on his face from waves breaking in front of him, seeing straight down into the water at certain points to see creatures that seem to be looking at him like "what the hell?", and the way every step seemed to be on a different surface that waited to trip up his next step and send him splashing into the water below. All of these things just happened to align to get him to do just that as about a half-mile out he looked down, saw a particularly colorful fish, missed the larger wave form in front of him, ran straight into it, and face-planted into the water, sinking in a bit before rising to the surface. "Dammit! I hate it when that happens." He cursed Neptune or Poseidon or whatever god ruled the sea and ended his fun as he swam back to shore. Not even bothering to dry off when he hit the beach he dashed to the east towards a long patch of desert on the outskirts of the city he discovered during one of his runs. With flat land and no-one around it was perfect for him to go full speed so when he got there he poured it on, kicking up sand, dust, and small creatures behind him.
"Now that I'm warmed up, let's try some jumps," he said to himself immediately eating bugs at nearly two hundred miles an hour. Spitting, he did a little hop that probably cleared about 10 feet, another slightly harder one which probably doubled that, then he put all he could into the next one and jumped nearly straight up almost 150 feet before he hit his apex and started coming down.
"Shit I hate this part." He flailed a little as he plummeted and hit the ground hard nearly losing all his speed and took two very off balance strides before he fell, rolling on the ground for a bit before coming to a skidding halt. Dusting himself off and checking for wounds he stood up and coughed up some dirt.
"Let's try....something I know I can do. Then I can go have some fun in the city." He spotted a rock about half his size maybe five yards away from him. He lined himself up, ran straight for it, and with a scooping motion with his hand flung it completely out of sight into the desert.
"Heh Heh. Hope that doesn't hit some random person's trailer like last time. Anyway time to hit the town." And he dashed off towards the Fort Quesada skyline.
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*sigh* "Getting kinda bored here."
Andy hadn't found a single thing to do and was wandering down a random sidewalk when he heard some heavy rock coming from a club across the street.
"The Pit huh? Sounds good to me." He walked inside just in time to hear a bunch of men howling and whistling at some women in the front, before the band started up their next song. He wanted to get in the mosh pit that was looking pretty fierce now but he decided against it and just chilled in the back for a minute then headed to the bar. The bartender, who just happened to be a fine looking Latina with long, black hair, and stunning green eyes smiled and slid him a Coors and a can of Sprite.
"Take your pick, it's on the house. These guys are bringing so many people in we can let one go." He slid the Coors back and popped the Sprite, taking a sip.
"So who are they?"
"Call themselves Breakneck Desperado. Pretty good for a local band and for their first gig."
"Looks like it. You're gonna have fun cleaning up after that mosh."
"Ah, we got people for that." They both turned toward the stage as the band finished strong. "I'm gonna' tear you apart!" Andy and the barkeep cheered along with the audience as the singer addressed the bands new fans.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming! Have a great ni-", his sentence was cut short when the singer clutched his head, crumpled to the floor and screamed as all the bands amps blew at the same time. Andy continued to cheer until the singer didn't get up and his band mates dragged him out of the club. He turned toward the barkeep.
"What was your name beautiful?", and extended his hand.
"Kristin Perez, but just call me Kristi. And you?" She gave him her hand and he kissed it. "Andrew Stiles but just call me Andy. I'll see ya around, yeah?" She just smiled and went back to work. Andy was satisfied with that and left, following Breakneck Desperado out to their VW van and watched them drive off. As he moved to follow them he saw a flyer for an art show for some guy named Nathan Inrid who did the large statue in the city fountain.
"Been looking for a new painting for my house. Maybe it'll be good to get something from this country." He snatched the flyer and took off.
He followed the van to a house in the suburbs that he was going to make a mental note of until he saw the lead singer walk off on his own. He decided to follow him a couple miles keeping his distance. The singer stopped a couple of times to collect himself until he seemed like he finally shook it off and made it home.
"Yeah. I'm no expert but that kid has something in him he just found out about or just lost control of. Maybe I'll come back and talk to him when he's had time to think about it himself." Andy turned southwest toward the beach and sprinted home.
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Void
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Jul 12, 2008 16:31:20 GMT -6
Post by Void on Jul 12, 2008 16:31:20 GMT -6
"It's finally almost finished. All I have left is the tail."
Nathan had been working on the Mayor's fountain for almost three weeks. Days and night went by without sleep while he worked on this massive Mermaid Fountain in likeness of his wife, Linda.
"Good Night honey, I'm headed upstairs."
Linda called to her husband out in his studio.
"Please try and get some sleep tonight. It's not even due until next week."
"Yea yea, I'll be up later babe. Night."
Nathan didn't intend to sleep until he got that tail as perfect as his sleep deprived hands would allow.
"Now for the worst part... Working on the scales of her tail."
He grabbed a small carving tool from a table across the room. He also grabbed a dust mask from the table as he turned. Quickly he walked over and began drawing sketches on a notepad to get an idea of a scaly texture. After a few minutes, he began carving out small sections of the mermaids tail for shape. He continued skinning off layer after layer of the granite to make small but noticeable grooves in her tail. Several hours had past, and he had only carved about a quarter of the mermaids tail. Exhausted from all the carving, he sluggishly walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a gallon carton of water and poured himself a glass. Nathan walked outside and removed his mask and took a huge drink of water.
"God... all that work for not even half of the tail... Maybe I'm being too picky... Or maybe I'm just that tired. I'll just finish a little more, then I'll head up to bed."
Nathan walked back inside the studio, and began to stare at the face of the statue. After a few moments, he walked back over to his desk, took another drink of his water, and sketched what would be the fin. As he was drawing out the details of the fin, his eyes begin to feel heavy. He quickly drifts off to sleep, his lack of sleep for days became very evident.
Hours later, he awoke and glanced at the piece of paper in front of him. It was completed... He had barely only started before he drifted off.
"What time is it..." he glanced over at the clock at the corner of his desk. "Fuck. Four in the morning... I didn't mean to doze off, damn it..."
Nathan looked over at the mermaid. He still had three quarters of her tail to finish. "I have to get this finished. This will take hours... I mean, it took me almost two hours just for a fourth of it. Might as well get busy."
He started to furiously carve our the details in her tail with great ease. Perfect one swipe scales. After a matter of minutes he was completely finished with her tail, and moved to begin carving her fin. He walked over to his work bench and grab a larger carving knife that he didn't remember owning.
"This will make finishing the fins a snap."
Again, in just a few minutes, he had entirely carved out what was needed to perfectly detail the mermaids tail. He took a few steps back, and stared at the glory his own hands created. Admiring his perfect work of art, he walked up and stood on the tail of the mermaid, and stared into her blank stone eyes. Without realizing it, his hands began feeling on the face of the mermaid. Feeling around her neck and shoulders.
After a few moments, he stepped down and grabbed his camera to send a finished picture to the mayor. The mermaid stood at about seven feet tall, her tail curled under her body. She was sitting on top of an over sized oyster, sitting straight up with a small harp in her hands.
"Finished almost a whole week in advance. The mayor may even pay me a bonus for being ahead of schedule."
Completely satisfied with the way his fountain had turned out, he wrote out a reminder to call the Fort Quesada City Hall for a crane and loading truck for the statues transport.
Triumphantly but silently, he closed up and locked the studio, taking his glass of water and small carving tool into the house to clean, and made his way back to his house, where his wife was laying upstairs in bed without him. Silently, he dropped his glass of water in with the other dirty dishes, and headed up the stairs when something caught his eye. There was a mirror on the wall of the staircase that hadn't been there before. He didn't think to much of it, as his wife often moved things around the house for a "refreshing" look every now and again. The carving tool still in hand, Nathan continued up the stairs and into his bedroom. His wife was sound asleep on the left side of the bed, he slipped off his shoes and shirt and climbed into bed beside her.
Nathan began affectionately caressing his wife's stomach from behind her. His hands made their way up her body and across her chest and began endearingly touching her soft neck and face. Nathan could barely see his wife moving, her breathing was shallow and quiet. His hands still rubbing on her neck, he notices the grandfather clock's pendulum had almost stopped down the hall. He begins to feel the blood flow through Linda's veins, so smooth and vibrant. Slowly, his right hand grabs the carving tool from the pillow and brings it to her neck. He envisions her as the mermaid, and feels as if he needs to correct some flaws in her neck. He begins slicing a small chunk of skin from under her chin, which immediately soaks itself with blood. Another cut further down the side of her neck, all the while Linda didn't move nor stir. Feeling the blood on his hands, his mind wandered.
What shall I do with this perfect blood?
He got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser by the window. With both hands, he forced the the dresser on its side, then returned to Linda's side. His hands soaked in blood, he began to smear the blood on the wall behind the overturned dresser.
The face of my beloved shall adorn this wall forever. Forever marked in blood.
His hands started shaping the face of his sleeping wife's portrait with her own blood. Returning occasionally to her blood soaked nightgown and bedsheets for more medium to work with.
"Finished... What do you think, my dear?" An almost sadistic voice escaped his mouth. He turned in anticipation of an answer from his wife, but as he turned to see her smiling face sitting on the bed, his eyes met with her black and charred body lying sprawled across the bed. His face filled with terror, as her head turned toward Nathan and let out a terrifying scream of pain. Nathan fell to his knees and watched with horror as her body began to adorn flesh once again. Time began to regulate itself, and his mind returned to normal.
"What have I done? I couldn't control myself, it all seemed so surreal. I thought I was dreaming."
Knowing somebody would notice something was amiss when Linda didn't show up for work, he quickly ran to his garage. He opened the door and ran to grab two things, a sledgehammer and a large towel. He ran back upstairs and smeared the bloody portrait and attempted to set the dresser back up, wiping off the bloody hand prints from the dresser.
He ran down and broke the locks to his studio and stood at the door, lights still off, at the dimly lit mermaid glaring at him. He turned on the lights to his studio, and found that everything was the way he had left it before he fell to sleep on his desk several hours earlier. Nathan stood at the base of the statue, sledgehammer at his side, staring into the face of the statue. He held the hammer with both hands, and swung it at the mermaid, hitting her in the torso. The blow left several cracks, but it still managed to stand. Nathan held the hammer up once again, and swung to hit the mermaid in the stomach region once more. This hit caused a chunk of rock to fall from the statue, making it collapse into a pile of rubble next to him.
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Nathan awoke in a shivering cold sweat.
"Damn it... not again."
His recurring nightmare had returned once again.
"I can make others see anything I want them to see, but I can't keep myself from seeing that night!"
He deeply regrets that night. Somehow, he attained the power of Illusion... And his first victim... was himself.
Grumbling at the nightmare, he fumbled for his glasses to check the time. "Three A.M. I have to get this Art Show set up by 6:00 tonight. I wonder how many people are actually interested in art anymore nowadays."
Folding his glasses back and putting them on his nightstand, he drifts off to sleep once again.
OOC- I WAS going to make this longer, but I decided to make the second half another post, heh...
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Jul 16, 2008 0:55:23 GMT -6
Post by Kaisar on Jul 16, 2008 0:55:23 GMT -6
Another typical day at the lab, Jasmine thought as she tossed her scrubs into the bio-hazard disposal bins and headed for the showers. Once there she turned on the hot taps and washed herself clean of any potential lingering contaminant. Of course if there was something of the sought on her skin it would have already been too late. Were it not for the fact she was immune.
Her co-workers would not be so lucky she was certain. No. Some—most—she amended scrubbing her hair with a strong, evil smelling shampoo. Would have died from the stuff they were working on. Concentrated forms of some of the worst known poisons, bacteria and viruses known to man.
Jasmine shuddered inwardly at the implications of a sudden outbreak should anything ever escape the confines of their white, sterile office she and her co-workers called The Vault, turning the faucets to shut off the water and grabbed a towel as she headed for the change rooms. It was like a vault, a great big sterile vault that would lock down the moment there was so much as a trickle of anything remotely volatile within its walls.
Dangerous, deadly work to anyone but her. And no body knew what she was capable of. No body living that was.
“Jasmine.” She turned her head to the speaker. It was one of her co-workers. She had to think for a moment to remember the woman’s name.
“Is something the matter Emily?”
"No,” Emily replied. “I was just wondering what you were doing tonight. Because myself and a couple of the girls were going out for drinks and well…”
Jasmine feigned a smile. “Thanks but no Emily. I’m not a going out kind of person let alone drinks.”
She didn’t look surprised. Then again in the two years she’d been working for Quesada Labs, Jasmine couldn’t remember a single time she’d agreed to go anywhere with any of her co-workers. She worked hard and did everything that was asked of her. She just didn’t have a social life. “Another time then?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.” Never.
Changing into her jeans and blouse Jasmine left the change rooms and went to check out. Her shift had started almost twelve hours ago in the wee hours of the early morning and tomorrow was her day off. Maybe she’d go for a walk in the park tonight.
Stepping out into the busy street Jasmine rubbed at her face with her bare hands and groaned inwardly slipping her gloved from her pockets and pulling them on.
“Coffee first.” She told herself. “You need a pick me up after staring at all those slides today.”
Cheerful at that decision she made her way to a little coffee shop near her home. It was a quiet little pace few but the locals ever came to. It was average as far as the stuff went but strong enough to give her the kick she needed.
As usual there were only a few people inside the dark little shop. Jasmine wasn’t entirely sure the dim intimate feel to the lighting was intentional as part of the mood for the place with its dark stained furniture, concrete floor and brick walls but she liked it all the same.
The place felt like a den and when she sat in her usual seat in the corner it made it all that much better. No body tried to approach her here, she could sit alone and ponder to her hearts content. No one bothered her here.
Jasmine ordered her usual tripe strength latte when she placed an order along with one of their jumbo sized choc-chip cookies to munch on. Everything immediately taken care of for the moment Jasmine slipped a small sketch pad out of her bag and flicked through a few pages. They were all of a figure wearing some kind of outfit. Each varying from page to page but all shared one characteristic. In the top corner above them was a single word.
Blight.
It was childish she supposed, imagining running through the streets like some kind of comic book hero when her abilities alone made her anything but. But Jasmine still found the idea interesting. The latest idea was one she was till working on but the design was almost complete. All she needed was something to go onto the arms. They looked a little bare.
“What would be stylish and versatile at the same time?” she mused aloud. Drumming the end of her pencil onto her drawing pad.
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Jul 19, 2008 11:48:26 GMT -6
Post by mica on Jul 19, 2008 11:48:26 GMT -6
Real Name: Unknown. Stage Name: Jaina Richards. Alias: Reaper Sex: Female Age: 27 Normal Appearance: Click for bewbs Her hair is a dark shade of blonde, she is pale skinned and her lips are usually a crimson red from the only make up she wears. Please ignore the 'Ray', I meant to use it for something but I'm too lazy to edit it some more. The clothes here will be what she wears in my IC post, until I make her change them. Her eyes are a very blue shade, but she chooses to wear red contacts which truly looked genuine. On the bottom part, her pants are dark blue jeans, her shirt is white and she is wearing a pair of black boots. Costumed Appearance: She is dressed in a strapless tube top, a long black skirt with slits at both sides of her waist reaching as high as her hips with a large ragged cloak around her body. A hood to hide her face, and a black cloth is wrapped around her eyes, finished off with a large Scythe. The Scythe's long slender body was ebony, engraved in the pole was crimson words in strange writing. The upper part of the scythe was a sharp spear-like blade. The curved edge of the Scythe is powered by her mental energy, which glowed a scarlet red. Her rich blonde hair was let loose, as it flowed down her back. Morality: Evil. Stats: Strength: 3 Endurance: 7 Speed: 8 Agility: 8 Intelligence: 2 Physical Combat: 5 Ranged Combat: 2 Genetic Abilities: Rise: User slams the blade on the ground, calling forth five souls to do her bidding. Using her abilities to grant them each a body to use, while she concentrates on controlling them all one by one. Each monster summoned will have specific appearances and abilities. Each second will drain her mental energy, which is needed to use her powers. It is up to the user to control the number of summons, but the maximized number will be five. Mental energy that comes from the mind, that connects to physical energy. With a fully rested body, User will probably be able to handle it for thirty minutes. All the bodies of the summons are always pitch black, as well as their clothes. They are basically raven colored entities with black smoke floating around them. Their appearances are based on the body the souls originally possessed, the souls that have sinned. Bilis, the swift. Asa, the healer. Lakas, the strong. Mata, the mind. And lastly, Tama the right. All the abilities of the summons are basically times three of a humans capabilities. Any further information about them, ah, well, you'll just have to see. Protect: With the destruction of the Users Scythe's blade, the shards of the pieces form into a circle to create a protective barrier. It is especially strong against ranged attacks, and much weaker to melee. When the barrier is attacked with a close enough range(meaning basically melee, sword, dagger), the shards will immediately attack the enemy(ies). Thus destroying the barrier. After one attack, whether they miss or not, they will materialize back into the curved blade on her Scythe. Disassemble: The curved blade on her Scythe will break into shards, thus allowing her to control the metal particles to do her bidding. Leaving her with what would appear to be a spear. Weaknesses: A very strong quality of holy magic. And mentions of her family, because no one is suppose to know about that. History:(Long, not really required to read... important information can be found in 'Other'.) Jaina Richards was born in a normal family, surrounded by people who were never worth mentioning. She had never attended school, or any public education. As far as the world was concerned, Jaina had not existed. After her family had been brutally murdered by a mad murderer, she ran away, ran away far. They were normal people, a father, a mother and an older brother. Her memories of them were clear as day, as if it only had happened yesterday. Jaina had last heard that the murderer was simply mad, and for some reason there had not been any traces of her in the house. Not a birth certificate, nor even a photo. Jaina knew why, why the treated her like a shadow and raised her in such an environment. Was it her fault...? Before any officials had found the butchered bodies, Jaina ran away with a bag of clothes and all the money the house bore. The case was filed as a robbery. For what seemed endless months, Jaina found herself wanting to forget. Forget she had that family, that name. And so, she named herself after Jaina Richards, a character from a book her mother had forbid her from reading. She had gotten it for free, because no one seemed to want it. Somehow, a man had taken her in. He was a slightly wealthy person, working in the entertainment industry. His name was Alan Roland. A small-time broad-way producer, who had taken a liking to Jaina when she had tripped on his boot. Somehow, the ashen blue eyes were alluring. He brought her in when she was seven, thereon, he hired a private tutor and she had a polished education. Alan was a twenty nine year old English man, who moved to America when he was fifteen. Jaina always wondered, but she never asked why he had no other family. He was a very calm and collected person, and a very good treat to be around with. On a Christmas Eve, a song had played in the lounge, where they spent the night alone. Jaina, for fun, sang along with it. It was a jazz song; and somehow, she had perfect pitch and volume. With a bit of work, I could possibly use her. Alan had thought. And so, she was trained, throughout the years of her teenage life, she grew famous and the name Jaina Richards was a name everyone knew. Her debut as a singer was a huge success, and Alan saw that her success could bring her places. She had stayed as long as she could in his quiet house, in the peaceful village. But there came a time when Jaina had to move into the prestigious mansion, which had the highest security. The years passed; and like the family she tried so hard to forget, Alan was also murdered. His death is what snapped her more in depth powers. When she was young, her abilities were greatly limited; though they progressed and improved... they were still limited. On the eve of Christmas; Jaina would visit his grave. As time passed Jaina simply continued with career, fame and status so far up that she could stop her singing and still live the luxurious life she led as of now. Other: She realized her powers at four, and everyday she would train them. Jaina is a famous Jazz singer, her wealth and power is simply outstanding at the Age she is in. She lives in her mansion, a very, very big estate. ((I'll post up my IC post later. ^^))
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