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Artificial Humans

Artificial Humans

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Created to be pawns of the military they are supposed to be unstoppable, emotionless human weapons, but they uncover many new things when they are sent to camp to train.

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Introduction

The military has finally succeeded in creating perfect artificial humans. They plan to use them to make their military unstoppable.

Artificial Humans

Created in a huge underground lab, they are meant to live their lives in cages until needed as weapons, They each have a set number of lives before they actually can be killed, Once they run out of lives they die. They also each posses a unique ability that differs from the others.
(You may give yourself any unique ability/Power there is no limit on imagination.)

But has the military created something they can't handle? Artificial humans were made using real human DNA, but they are supposed to lack emotion.

Some of them are showing signs of rebellion though, Especially when they are sent to the training camp and they discover their powers. Whats to stop them from destroying the military they were created to protect? and what type of emotion will be developed over time?

Since they were created with human DNA they seem to react weird around a certain item or items that reminds them of their past life as humans.

The Camp

The camp is located on a deserted island, this way the Artificial humans can't escape.
While in the camp, They will discover their abilities and become stronger until they are unstoppable human weapons.

-OPEN AND ACCEPTING BOTH MALE AND FEMALE ARTIFICIAL HUMANS-

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Number of Lives: (Can not exceed 75)
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Angel

When the plane landed on the island, Angel awoke. She clasped her hands on the metal bars of her cage and looked around at what was going on. In her cage was also Akihito or Experiment 31 as he was called in the lab, two military soldiers hauled the cage out of the plane and opened it, they ran quickly to get back into the plain after releasing Angel and Akihito.

Angel looked around warily, her eyes burned when the sun hit them, she hadn't seen the sunshine before. "Akihito... where are we?"

Akihito

Akihito ignored the question and began walking, he didn't look back at her when he spoke. "Become strong Angel, So that we won't have to serve the military. You want it too right? freedom." his words were like silk when they spilled from his lips, very softly. He continued forward to try to find the main camp area where he would begin his training.

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Bisuto Tenioenai

"...wake up, you little beast...We are here..." A voice called out and Bisuto lazily opened his eyes "...hmm? arrive? What are you talking about?" But the voice didn't answer him. It never did. The cage opened and slowly, Bisuto crawled out of it "...where are we?" He asked, a little curious. "...shut up, Experiment 666..." A voice said dryly and before he knew what had happened, Bisuto was threw out of his cage "...faster, beast...don't go lazy around..." The voice said again, sounding disguist this time but Bisuto didn't care. He turned his head and snarled angrily "...I just need a moment to get used to walking, human..." The soldier looked a little scared as his change of attitude but Bisuto ignored him. Walking calmly, he rubbed his eyes and yawned "...this's going to be a looooooong day...and it's not even 7.00 am yet..."

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Against the barren landscape of dusty metal buildings set against a desolate, rocky expanse, one woman stood watching as the array of cargo planes approached in the sky overhead. It was midday, and the sun shone directly overhead, casting a broiling heat down upon the nameless island that was host to the facility known only as 'The Camp'. But Legion paid the heat absolutely no mind--she barely felt it. The heat of the sun, the heat of all suns in the galaxy, was nothing compared to the bubbling, sweltering heat of the rage tearing within Legion as she watched the cargo planes, bearing the objects of her loathing, slowly land at the landing strip.

Legion herself was standing on the black concrete of the runway as the vast cargo planes slowed to a halt before her. Soldiers poured out, hauling out cages that contained the vermin. She felt almost sickened as she looked upon them, helpless even after they'd awoken. How she wished so direly to break each and every one of them in her bare hands like twigs! How dare they pose a threat, simply by existing, to her rightful place as the greatest of the Artificial Humans? But at least the military was not putting them as equals with Legion--no, that would be beyond inexcusable. They had made it clear that she was the authority at The Camp, that she was to keep order, that she was to ruthlessly whip the newer superhumans into shape--or, if they continually performed less than adequately, if they expressed any possibility of rebellion, to break them so that they did not become a drag on the military--or worse: so that they didn't so much as entertain the prospect of fighting back against the military. Legion was here as a fearmonger, to instil utter obedience within the ranks of the superhumans. And she'd do it the only way she knew how: by displaying her superiority, her dominance, both in authority and in ability. If they didn't know her by reputation, they'd quickly catch up to it.

As the pathetic inferiors emerged from their transports, Legion gave them no pause. "Line up along the runway by your EXID number!" she barked, her harsh, feral snarl of a voice carrying well through the ranks of the newly-made superhumans. The human personnel of The Camp scurried about to mark down each and every one of the superhumans present, logging them into the network so that they could be kept track of--Legion ignored the humans. They were lessers even to the scum that was now lining up before her. They did their jobs and avoided the brutal hunter who was now in command of maintaining order of their facility--in essence, giving her the authority over all involved.

"I am Legion," she declared authoritatively to the new arrivals. "And this is my facility. You will do as I command and all I command, or you will suffer consequences." The 6'4 woman stepped forward, the soles of her boots crunching against the loose concrete of the runway. In every way, she cut a figure of authority and menace--towering over all around her, tattooed head bare of hair, vicious, bitter features pulled into a venomous scowl, her eyes, tinged with the red of the immeasurable blood she had spilt, glaring over the superhumans, sizing them up, one at a time. She wore a uniform of indeterminate rank or origin, with sleeves torn off to expose the taut, strong muscles of her arms; her lower body was outfitted in durable dark pants shoved into knee-high leather boots, similar to those of any military officer. It was all to differentiate her from those who were below her, subordinate to her--to establish that she was the ultimate authority on this island--to all concerned.

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Darren looked up, snarling at the man who claimed to be Mr. Rose, "You will pay." She lets out a dark cackle, then whips her head and growls as two men in black held her back, their steel grip digging into her arms but she payed no attention.

She looked up at both of them, spitting at their feet, "Do your worst."

"Take her away."

She was thrown into the back of a white van. She heard a hissing sound, and began to smell a foul odor... She growls as she falls under the heavy dose of sleeping gas...

Darren awoke to the two men in black holding her and was lead towards a woman [Legion].

"Ma'am, we have a new one, found in New York by a man named Dr. Rose."

She hisses at the sound of the name and her motives are thrown back into action, she begins taking in her scenery and numbers fly by in her head, calculation exactly where they were and how far from New York they might be. She looks back at the woman, more numbers fly as she calculates the age, height, weight and strength of this woman in front of her. She gives a dark chuckle.

"Legion, around twenty six years old... About six feet, approximately four inches with a whopping weight of 195 pounds, I assume with the muscle you are showing.. Then again it could be just your gear.... Anyways... You are a hunter, you keep most of your attacks on the defensive side because you're confident in your abilities." She spits out information, then pauses, her eyes slowly reaching Legions with a raised eyebrow and a smirk flashes across her face.

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Bisuto Tenioenai

Bisuto walked calmly and gave everyone a bored look before he lined up. He was bored and there was nothing in here that could entertain him...maybe he could ask for permission to hunt down some humans later...yeah, that sounded like a great idea! Waving his hand a little, Bisuto yawned and greeted a woman with no hair "...'llo..." Stepping into the line, Bisuto yawned again and rubbed his eyes "...when can we sleep? I don't like the daylight...it's too... bright..." He asked the woman.

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Zero's arrival to the island camp had not been a timely on, nor a very dignified one. There had been a problem with the plane that was carrying his container, something wrong with the landing gear if Zero had heard the men right from his place in the cargo hold. As a result, they had dropped his crate into the ocean near the island. Apparently someone had decided that either he wasn't worth the effort or he would be able to survive not only the drop, but the subsequent chance that he might drown if he didn't break free of the container in time.

Luckily, or not, for the large man his physical strength was more than enough to knock the front of the container from its hinges, allowing him to swim free and make his way onto the shore, where he was greeted by several armed men in uniform. Some of them shouted at him, others just stood there shaking. Zero said nothing, but allowed them to lead him to where the other artificials were being lined up. By the time they arrived his clothes, what little he was wearing, had already dried. All he had on were a pair of black boots, black jeans, and a black t shirt, though the shirt had been ripped up during his escape from the container. At the runway he was placed in line with the others, according to some number that had been given him which he had never bothered to remember. All he had to know was he was Zero.

The one who called herself Legion was an impressive sight. Standing a good four or five inches taller than himself, she looked rough around the edges, tough, and like she could easily kick his ass. Out of respect, not of her position over them that was given by the military, but because of her obvious skill, he says nothing as she speaks/yells at them and simply crosses his arms, taking everything in.

So, they expect to make us into monsters, even more so than we already are... Zero thinks to himself, turning his head slightly to follow Legion as she walks, then to watch as the new girl is brought over to the group.

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Shai trembled slightly as he walked out of his cage. This place was so big...too big...He was scared! Trembling like a leave, Shai walked into the line and stood next to Bisuto. Clinging into Bisuto's hand, he whispered in a shaking voice "...I-I'm s-scared, B-Bisuto-kun..." He flinched as a scary woman yelled something and unconsciously pressed himself closer to Bisuto for protection "It's s-scary...She's so s-scary..." He whispered again. Everyone in here was so terrifying! He nearly bursted into tears as the woman yelled again. Why did she have to look so scary? He shook again andwiped away a tear that had escaped his eyes.

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Angel

Angel to put it simply was intrigued with the new commander. "Wow... She looks awesome!" she shouted to Akihito who was right beside her. Everything excited Angel, all the new sights and smells. The joy she felt proved that the experiment didn't take away her emotion.

Akihito

He didn't react to Legion, nor to Angel who was practically screaming in his ear. He remained calm and calculative. He had his paintbrush tucked behind his ear, he quickly grabbed it and hit Angel in the head for speaking so loud. "Mind your tongue. We don't want to draw unnecessary attention." He didn't like having a leader and he sure as hell didn't want to hear any shit from her, he hated having to hold his tongue and he didn't think he'd be able to if she gave him too many commands.

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"Ma'am, we have a new one, found in New York by a man named Dr. Rose."

Legion paused, and then turned very slowly towards the source of the voice, her eyes falling on a suited man who, along with another clad similarly in a black suit, gripped tightly a girl who looked to be about eighteen or so years old--obviously, another superhuman. Legion's eyes narrowed on the man--he was not a soldier, but instead an operative of an offshoot of the Artificial Human Program. In essence, he and others of his profession were in charge of acquiring new specimens for the AHP, as well as recapturing escapees and...'failures'.

"Then you should have placed her in the ranks of the other rabble rather than interrupting me with your useless drivel," she growled at the man, restraining the urge to rip his spine out through his throat--there would be time yet for that, undoubtedly. "Get back to your assignments."

With that she turned towards the new arrival--but said new arrival had already begun speaking. "Legion, around twenty six years old...about six feet, approximately four inches..." Twenty six years old? Even Legion had never known her own age. A cold, vicious fury began to arise within her as the new arrival began to smirk. "With a whopping weight of 196, I assume with the muscle you are showing...you are a hunter, you keep most of your attacks on the de--"

Legion's eyes narrowed in rage, before she swept down and her hand enclosed around the new arrival's throat, nearly before she had finished spouting her words, and she forced her up towards Legion's face, carrying her well off the ground. "And you'll be carrion for the scavenging birds if you speak out of turn one more time. Get your ass in line before I rip our your throat and deprive you of that annoying voice of yours."

With that said, she flung the girl away from her with moderate force--well, moderate by her own standards--before turning back to the main group. "Let this be a clear lesson to you. You are not equals to me. You will not speak to me unless I have spoken to you first. Keep that in mind, and you may make it off this island. Until then, you are at my mercy."

She turned, and glared over the new arrivals, her scowl widening, teeth bared. Fear...no. She feared none of them. But they were all threats. It would be better for all involved if she were allowed to dispatch of them all--why did the military need more? Was she not enough? Curse the vermin, she spat mentally, eyes falling on each one in turn. She did not fear them--of course not. But she would do all in her power to break them if she had to. Their existence was an insult--a slap in the face to Legion. That was reason enough to hate them all.

"Well," she snarled scathingly, her voice loaded with belittling venom. "Now that you've proven capable of counting and lining yourselves up by number, I think we're making progress!" Legion strode on down the line of recruits. "You'll have your quartering arrangements and other irrelevancies I have no patience for from the officers. When that is done, follow their instruction to your destination." As she spoke, the scientists in military uniform began to call out from datapads, detailing the living quarters each superhuman was to be assigned, as well as hours that were to be assigned for training specific to certain Artificials. However, some would not even make it that far--some would simply be directed to 'Facility C'. In other words, this was where superhumans who were not desired, for whatever reason, who were not felt to be necessary, were sent--where they were gotten rid of. They were weeding out already those who did not make the cut--and the next few weeks would see trials that would truly test the superhumans to see which were adequate--and more important, which were loyal.

Legion smirked at the thought.

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Bisuto scowled when Shai stood next to him and held his hand tightly. He said through gritted teeth "...stop being such a weakling, weapon-boy..." He rolled his eyes when he heard Shai continued ""...I-I'm s-scared, B-Bisuto-kun...It's s-scary...She's so s-scary..." He whispered angrily "...stop being such a cry-baby, weapon-boy...we are weapons...not cry babies...and stop holding my hand!" He said and looked at Shai, only to see the boy was wiping away a tear. Sighing to himself, he spoke again, his voice softened a little bit "...alright...you can hold my hand if you're scared...but stop crying! You will be bullied at this rate and I'm not going to protect you 24 hours a day..."

He nodded briefly when he heard the woman spoke. She seemed to be a strong leader type and well, if there was one thing Bisuto respected, it would be a strong leader. He sighed and recieved his information. Looked like he was assgined to live in the same room with weapon-boy. He was okay with it...as long as weapon boy didn't start crying at nights and calling for his mother.

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Darren was swept up by Legion and threatened, Legion's long nails dug into her tough skin but she ignores the pain.

"And you'll be carrion for the scavenging birds if you speak out of turn one more time. Get your ass in line before I rip our your throat and deprive you of that annoying voice of yours."

She gives a chuckle, even with the lack of oxygen and was thrown back in line. Darren's minds eye slowed down and began calculating how far she was thrown, and at what angle, and before she hit the ground she tucked and rolled, placing one hand on the ground and looked up, flicking her curls out of her face.

"Looks like I hit a nerve." She says proudly and she stands brushing herself off, staring at the other brats. They were all quiet, attentive.... They actually listened? She frowned.

Her eyes narrow on Legion and she giggles quietly, proud of herself. Maybe this would get her kicked out if she pushed enough of the woman's buttons. Then she could be on her way with her own mission to kill of that stupid Doctor Rose....

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The impudent little brat got back up to her feet as Legion strode on through the lines of superhumans, overseeing the process of the officers filtering the subordinates off to their respective locations. As Legion walked past her, however, she heard the sound of the nameless, insolent girl's voice--speaking yet again.

"Looks like I hit a nerve."

It was accompanied with a chuckle, one that set Legion's blood aflame with fury. She had expected to outright kill her if she kept on goading Legion, but at this point...no, there was a preferable rout. She would not end the impudent cretin now, much though it was in her power to do so. No. She would suffer. Legion would make her time here a living hell. Let someone else defy her and consequently become a brutal example to the others. This one was going to be broken slowly...and painfully.

The girl giggled at Legion with a smug expression on her face as the superhuman approached the inferior. "Still amused?" Legion said with a sadistic smile, before her knee flew up to brutally connect with the girl's stomach, and then her hand tightened once again around her throat, pulling her back up. "I will give you one last warning, vermin--consider it a blessing that you yet live." The smile vanished from her face, replaced with an expression that made it clear she meant every word. "Open your filthy mouth out of turn one more time, and I will end you here and now. Keep silent, and you will get to suffer a little longer."

She smirked as she forced the girl back into line, and then turned to keep on walking down the row of new arrivals, slowly dispersing as they received their information. None of them were ever going to overtake her. She was going to make sure of it. She had found purpose with her place in the military--as their weapon, their killing machine, their one-man army. Were that to be taken from her, Legion would...she would have lost all purpose in continued existence. What did she have without the military? She had no purpose, no meaning, no reason to exist.

These men and women...they were all threats to that.

((That 'last warning' is both IC and OOC. I've already sacrificed aspects of my character to accommodate your character's continued living but I'm not going to do it anymore. Your character isn't invincible just because she's a character, and if she keeps at it Legion will kill her.))

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Angel

Angel's eyes were wide with the look of wonder. "Now that's the kind of leader that will bring us to the top!" She exclaimed almost jumping for joy, she liked to fight, it let her stretch her body and feel free. She was ready to put her skills to the test, the sooner she passes the sooner she will be free from this island and she can see him... her father... the King of the most powerful country in all the land.

She stayed close to Akihito, fearing they could be separated and he was the only one she knew she could trust. The island was very windy and her hair was flying wildly in the wind, all the elements hitting her skin made her feel completely alive, it thrilled her, nothing thrilled her more though than the thought of getting to prove she's worthy, the King made sure to give her special skills, she knew most people viewed her as weak because of what a small humanoid body she was given.

Akihito

Akihito wasn't looking forward to anything except finding an escape from the island. He didn't know how to swim however, and he imagined he would be at a disadvantage against a shark. Not to mention he doubted his punishment would be lenient if he was caught by Legion. he sighed and twirled his brush in his hand. "Angel, I'll be back later, cover for me." He quickly drew a perfect clone, it had perfect detail and when he clapped his hands together it took on life, it could not speak however, but it looked exactly like Akihito.

He managed to creep away from the group, leaving his painting there with Angel in his place. He didn't know where to go, but he wanted to at least find a main building with a telephone so that he could contact someone, he knew nobody would be stupid enough to come pick up an artificial military humanoid but maybe he could lie and say something went terribly wrong, to try to lure someone out here, then he could take their helicopter and escape.

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((ooc - understood, but if you read Darren's bio she doesn't remember never NOT being invincible and she LIKES pushing buttons.))

BIC -

Darren takes a hard blow to the stomach, which causes her to bend over on the ground and she looks up at Legion, a small growl escapes her lips.

I think she broke a rib... She thinks to herself as she places her hand over her stomach and coughs hard. The hit was enough to shut Darren up -- but only for a while. She falls silent though, watching every move, every sway of Legion's body, numbers flying through her head trying to calculate and understand how she attacks, when, how fast she can punch. Darren wasn't just one to be shot down, or broken. She was one with a mission, her motives wouldn't allow anyone to stand in her way. With her search she continues to scan the area of all possible ways, noting mentally the helicopters that had flown them in... If only she could get a hold of one of those, it couldn't be that hard to fly anyway... Or there was a possibility of sneaking in a cargo box....

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Bisuto looked at the sight before him with a bored look on his face. He had expected the woman to kill her prey but looked like she would give the girl a chance.'That's boring...I thought I would be able to taste their blood...maybe next time then...' He sighed and shrugged his shoulder. He wanted chaos...and everywhere that could provide him that, he was in for it. He raised his hand and asked "...permission to speak?"

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“We've got him on ice, Sir.” One soldier said to another as they went through their routine of checking various “new arrivals” as they were dropped off and processed. Hothead was placed within a special containment unit that would allow him to be transported easily from one place to another. As a result, his cage was more or less a locked refrigerator that was constantly pumping out enough cold air to make the Arctic Circle seem like a great vacation spot for the Winter. The soldiers dropped off the container and popped it open, allowing the young man to stride slowly out of it, his hair becoming wet as the frost quickly melted.

He stood at roughly 6'1”, probably on the leaner side of 160 pounds. His dark hair was brushed back with a calm hand while his eyes narrowed on his surroundings, taking in exactly what he could after being let out of the icebox.

“On your way, Matches.” One soldier nudged Hothead towards the others where they were receiving a lecture from one of their own. Hothead didn't quite recognize Legion from any of their training days, though of course he probably hadn't even been around when some of the others had trained either. He knew the others instantly, raising his head up as if to put them all into focus at the tip of his nose. With a grumble, Hothead strode towards the group with his hands in the pockets of his dark shorts while his boots crunched on the ground to signal his arrival.

“Yo! Sorry I'm late. They had to stop and get more ice for my box...” He stated as he moved roughly out of line, standing off to the side with his shoulders slumped showing no regard to the military protocol that had been likely hammered into the rest of them. Solitary did that to a man after awhile, giving him less respect for authority and more reason to challenge it.

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#, as written by Byte
“Time to step outside mind-reader.”

A guard spoke, opening one of the cages that held a rather unique, and odd figure. The figure, obviously a young, adult male, rose up from the one seat that was placed within the cage.

“C'mon, hurry up. Or did you want me to force you outside?!”

Another call from the same, pathetic guard. More threatening this time, though not enough to fright the man inside the cage. The male just took his sweet time, adjusting the rather, technological advanced headset that was placed on his head. His spiky, red hair flatting slightly, and forcing a few fringes to position themselves randomly underneath the headset.

“A mind reader you say? My, that is a rather inaccurate name you have chosen to call me. But, I suppose, a simple guard wouldn't understand the abilities that were given to me.” A weak smile formed itself on the man's face, his mind chuckling at the guard's response.

“I do know that your nickname is Byte, and that your so called 'abilities' are gathering data. So, mind reading.” The guard responded, his voice sounding impatient, and thus he made move to grab the man and just drag him outside.

“Fine, fine. I am already making my first steps for today. Should prove... interesting.” Byte shoved his hands in the pockets of the white/purple jacket he wore, gently stepping outside of his cage.

“That would mean you are quick to entertain.”

Byte didn't respond, and just made his way outside. New subjects, should prove quite the entertainment indeed. Once outside his cage, or dorm I suppose you'd call it. Though it was hardly a work place. Nonetheless, there were new beings to observe and interest himself in. And... hmm, quite the gathering.

Not everything was going smoothly though, one of said arrivals had taken a chance at conversing, although probably showing dominance, to Legion. “Showing such disrespect for the 'most powerful' tool? Saddening. It means I have probably lost one being to observe. Provided, this leader will life up to her reputation...”

Byte sighed, this was one of the reasons he rather didn't go outside his safe room, or work room. If he'd get himself into a fight, his skin would be ripped from his flesh, then his flesh would be chopped off of his bones, and... not exactly a pretty thought to start out with.

Nonetheless, there was, at the very least, one rookie that had fight in her. Possible rebel, or hard to tame pet for Legion. The man stopped a few feet away from the line, and the prickly camp leader, so he could safely watch without getting caught in any form of fight.

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Pain was leaning against a wall, his hair blowing in the breeze. "Tsk." He grumbled "Why would they bother doing something pointless?"

Pain joined the line, his eyes scanning everyone. This... Will be interesting.. He thought.

(( Sorry for the super short post. Writers Block. ))

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Zero watched in silence as the new arrival began making a mess of things right off. As he had thought, this Legion lady wasn't one to be messed with, and what happened with the girl only confirmed it more. And so he stood there, motionless as a statute, as the lecture was finished and the orders of where they would be living for their time on the island was given out. Listening to all the living quarters called out, he noticed quite a few of them were being sent to a place called Facility C, which he took to be a bad thing. At most people were being placed in with one or two others, but he'd heard at least half a dozen names called out for that place so far.

Hearing the crunching of gravel, Zero turns his head slightly and takes in the image of the new man joining them, taking a note about the ice commit, deciding it might be useful information later on. After all, he didn't really know any of these people, nor their abilities, so guessing at them was as good as it got for now. Soon a couple of others showed up, one wearing headphones of all things.

Once he had the name of the living quarter he was given, Zero turns and begins to walk off, letting his arms sway loosely at his sides as he moves, keeping them at the ready should Legion, or any of the others on the island, decide there was more he needed to hear today. He already knew not to piss off Legion, not to talk back, and not to start a fight or try and escape, and that was enough for him. What came after this? He had no idea, but he wanted to get another shirt on before that.

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Akihito was swiftly searching the surrounding buildings for a way of communication to the outside world. "Finally." he whispered coming across a black cell phone laying on the table, he didn't care who it belonged to.
He called a military number that he remembered reading when in one of the labs. Hello someone answered. "Hello, I am a military guard, I've been taken hostage by these artificial freaks, requesting back up!" he could hardly hold back a chuckle.
Sorry sir, you're as good as dead. They hung up "So that's how twisted the military really is, won't even come save a comrade." he sighed and tossed the phone back down on the table, and began his walk back to Angel.

Angel

Angel was staring at the Akihito painting next to her, she poked it. 'How is this thing made of paint... he fills like flesh.' she thought to herself.
She definitely liked this Akihito better that was for sure, he didn't yell at her every five minutes. She kept a smile on her face as she looked around at everyone, she wasn't use to being around others, she had been trapped in that cage with only Akihito for so long.
She almost wanted to go up to all of them and examine, but she figured it best not to. Although she did assume she wouldn't be in any danger, the king made sure to give her all she needed to survive, but her set amount of lives was a low number, so she needed to be careful.

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"Outside." Jane stood silently at the command, walking out into the bright light. "Just follow your orders, girl, and get moving." She shielded her eyes for a second before obeying, hearing the sound of others being kicked out with far more anger and threats than they had used on her. She paid it little heed- she already knew the soliders hated her less than they hated many of the others, whatever 'hate' meant.

Standing near the end of the line, eyes hidden behind her thick hair, she observed all, and ignored most of it. A boy near her was crying- she glanced at him, and the boy next to him, sizing them up before looking away. She watched the 'match' between Legion and the new girl closely, but only for lack of anything better to do. The new girl, however, Jane spared a second glance, out of something that others would mistakenly call curiosity. It was more like a drive to collect information, a habit drilled into her again and again. The soliders had had to force the girl to observe the world around her, to speak with others, for Jane had no drive of her own. If those habits hadn't been drilled into her, she would sit and do nothing. The urge to fight and grow stronger was learned as well.

Idiot, Jane thought, watching her stand up after a second smackdown. She heard someone yelling something about "-take us to the top!" and ignored it, mentally assigning another 'idiot' tag with the voice.

“Yo! Sorry I'm late. They had to stop and get more ice for my box...” Jane's head whipped around towards the voice, and she almost smiled. His posture was incredibly slouched, every move screaming 'I don't care.' It was something different than the surrounding people, and therefore more interesting, though not by much. Golden eyes watching him closely, she moved to do as instructed, approaching the man who called out her number. She focused her full attention on him for a split second, receiving the information her gave her both mentally and verbally, before turning back to the 'different' person, staring at him without any embarassment, another thing she couldn't feel.

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Shai looked at the scene with wide, frightened eyes. He flinched when Bisuto raised his hand. Trying to calm himself down, Shai whispered to Bisuto's ear "...p-please...let's g-go to our r-room...this...this is s-so scary..." He pulled Bisuto's arm, trying to call the boy.

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Bisuto frowned in annoyance as Shai pulled his arm. He hissed angrily "...what now, weapon-boy?..." Snorting his nose in disgust at the boy's weakness "...alright, weapon-boy...Let's go..." he said in defeat and let his arm fall. Walking to his new 'room', Bisuto glanced at the boy and asked curiously "...why are you such a weakling, weapon-boy? with your ability...I thought you would be an arrogant fool not a shy boy..."

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Legion watched as the superhumans began to disperse. Most of them had their shit right--that is, the vast majority did as they were told, and didn't dare resist. She saw various emotions in their eyes--fear, unease, uncertainty--most, however, were simply devoid of emotion. And that was because their vessel was devoid of emotion.

She too had been that, not long ago. Recalling that time was...strange, especially as the vortex of hatred and violence she now was. Legion had been nothing like that at the time of her creation, and for who knew how long afterwards. She could recall being....well, entirely empty. No anger, no hate, no fear. Images and sounds hearkening back to that era were still fresh in her mind--the sight of a soldier, on his knees covered in blood, pleading weakly for his life to be spared, pitifully remarking that he had a wife and children to support, pathetic in every way--she could remember how her hands had grabbed his head and twisted in a brutal, heartless motion, succeeded by a crack like a gunshot before the soldier's body hit the ground, his neck bent at a sickening angle. Sickening to anyone else--Legion could remember she'd simply stepped right over his body and walked on. And she'd done similar things to countless others. Whether it was ripping them asunder with her bare hands, silently slitting their throats, or simply breaking their faces with a single punch of moderate force, she could remember doing it every time and not feeling a thing about it. No hesitation, no thought, no emotion. That's what she'd been, and when she thought back on it, conflicting, warring thoughts arose in her mind, vying for dominance in a constant struggle that made her sick with herself.

Legion didn't know how she felt about that time of her life--her existence, more accurately. She couldn't even point out the first moment in which she looked down at a target whose fate was in her hands, pleading for mercy, pathetic and miserable--she couldn't remember the first time she looked at that and actually paused to think or to feel. It had never been her place to think or to feel, and yet at some point along the bloody, tormented, twisted path that was her life she had gained that ability that had been culled from her in times that she no longer could recall fully. And now there was a part of her that looked back at that time period of emotionless, precise slaughter, and felt disgust. To think she could be used, as a mere weapon, a tool, an object that was kept merely because of its efficiency--a weapon that could easily be replaced if a better one was unveiled... To think that all those years she'd never understood what it was to truly feel--it didn't matter if it was anger or hate or love and joy--to truly be something in the world instead of a tool of destruction, unfeeling, unthinking, never living, only ever existing. And that was what these Artificial Humans were destined to become....

What is this? Her brow furrowed in confusion for a brief second. Was she truly on the verge of feeling sympathy for these execrable insects? No. Not sympathy. Mere reflection. That side of her that was disgusted by her actions was easily overpowered by a side of her that dealt with the maelstrom of conflicting emotions and feelings that had begun to arise within her by turning her mind into a bloody haze. Legion went from an emotionless, precise killing machine to a monster of carnage and death, a being who filled herself with hate and anger because those most primitive of emotions easily took dominance over the more subtle, complex feelings that threatened to overturn everything Legion had ever known and understood about reality--or at least, reality as she thought it had always been. She thought she had known everything she needed to know about the world, about what it meant to exist, about what it meant to her to exist. Such thoughts had never even occurred to her, not in the first years of her service in the military. They had been unnecessary to a blank machine like herself whose only purpose was what the military gave to her.

But when that changed, when she changed, those questions became relevant--and terrifying. Legion knew that were she to truly contemplate those questions that threatened to overtake her, it would throw everything into uncertainty--how much the military really cared for her, how much she was content to be a vessel of destruction under the fist of the military, if that was really her purpose in the world--and how long that purpose would be hers. Legion didn't need to think about those things. She didn't need to let herself become vulnerable and open to damage. So she blotted it all out. Her mind was a constant haze of violence and rage bordering on psychosis--were it to be painted into an image one could see, her mind would be a furious maelstrom of blood red, fumes of hateful black arising amidst a crimson miasma. Sometimes it wore down on her, began to bite at her mind and spirit, but when she reminded herself this was infinitely preferable to being overtaken by thoughts she feared could invalidate her own reason for existence...

"All Artificials present have been identified and verified."

The deep, gravely voice that cautiously and distantly addressed Legion was that of Commander Henry Reina--the veritable second-in-command of The Camp. Standing at six feet two inches, his fourty-five year old body attired in a prestigious, authoritative military uniform, the human commander stood bolt-upright with his hands behind his back, his short, greying black hair obscured by the peaked cap he wore. Commander Reina, previously the man in charge of security and military presence in The Camp, was not a scientist, despite his high authority in the Artificial Humans Project, and his protest against Legion and her placement as the ultimate authority here had been quite vocal every step of the way--where Legion wasn't present to hear, at least, he certainly wasn't a fool. Reina's distrust of Legion bordered on paranoia--he attested that her shift from emotionless to enraged demonstrated that Legion's mental and emotional state could not be predicted, that she wasn't as stable as she would have to be to be trusted with this task, that she was vulnerable to even further shifts in persona. Furthermore, he argued, how could she, a superhuman herself, be trusted to mete out ruthless punishment on others just like her?

Reina never realised that Legion's abhorrence at her own 'fellow' Artificials more than outmatched that of any human.

"They've been sent to report to their mutual living quarters to report in and verify they have followed instruction," Reina continued, speaking impartially and, in every sense of the term, just like a cold military man. His eyes regarded her with veiled mistrust and cold inscrutability--he loathed having to remain here under her command, but he'd had no choice in the matter. "The verifying device in their living quarters will also act as a genetic tracker as soon as they register their identification. Have you any instructions for what they are to do after this?"

"Have them report to their respective training posts immediately after their living quarters," Legion ordered, turning her head only marginally to glance at Reina. "Don't spare them a moment of rest. They're to begin their assigned regimens immediately. Ensure patrols around the island remain vigilant, "

Reina nodded, and saluted stiffly, before he marched off, barking out orders to the scientists and officers. The training posts...that was where the superhumans, grouped in terms of similarity in power/power strength/living quarter identification [[which ever the players/GM would like]] would learn to master their powers under the close, scrutinising supervision of AHP Special Force troops who were trained and bred specifically to combat any situation against superhumans--and, occasionally, by Legion herself. She already had plans for how the training regimens would be run under her supervision.

Well, for one, she was anticipating having two superhumans fight one another--to 'gauge the effectiveness of training and the effectiveness of certain sub-types of Artificial Humans'.

Really, more because it was gonna be entertaining as hell. She had to get her kicks on this godforsaken island somehow.

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Shai lowered his head when he heard Bisuto's question. He answered shyly, his voice filled with sadness "...I-I don't want w-wars...I j-just want a-a p-peacful life...I w-want t-to live w-with my loved o-ones...I d-don't want t-to fight..." He looked at Bisuto and said quietly "...I-I know that I'm s-supposed to be...e-emotionless a-and o-obedient b-but I can't...I d-don't want t-to hurt anyone..." He continued with a heavy sigh "...u-unfortunately...my p-power is u-used t-to destroy...not s-save...and n-now...I'm us-useless...I c-can't even find s-someone w-who can b-become m-my weilder..." He bowed his head and continued to walk to his room.

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Character Portrait: Matthew "Pain" Nicol
Character Portrait: Akihito Skye
Character Portrait: Zero Ringoryu
Character Portrait: Angel Mishalicee
Character Portrait: Bisuto Tenioenai
Character Portrait: Shai Kama
Character Portrait: Hothead
Character Portrait: Risono Hiron
Character Portrait: Lysander Alexander

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Character Portrait: Lysander Alexander
Lysander Alexander

"Wanna' feel something hard?"

Character Portrait: Risono Hiron
Risono Hiron

The Frozen Angel

Character Portrait: Hothead
Hothead

"'Hot'? You don't know what hot is..."

Character Portrait: Shai Kama
Shai Kama

"I'm sorry..."

Character Portrait: Bisuto Tenioenai
Bisuto Tenioenai

May I eat you?

Character Portrait: Angel Mishalicee
Angel Mishalicee

The Kings Personal Humanoid

Character Portrait: Zero Ringoryu
Zero Ringoryu

Geomancer

Character Portrait: Akihito Skye
Akihito Skye

The Soul Artist

Character Portrait: Matthew "Pain" Nicol
Matthew "Pain" Nicol

"Resistance is futile. You cannot destroy a god."

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Character Portrait: Zero Ringoryu
Zero Ringoryu

Geomancer

Character Portrait: Lysander Alexander
Lysander Alexander

"Wanna' feel something hard?"

Character Portrait: Shai Kama
Shai Kama

"I'm sorry..."

Character Portrait: Risono Hiron
Risono Hiron

The Frozen Angel

Character Portrait: Bisuto Tenioenai
Bisuto Tenioenai

May I eat you?

Character Portrait: Hothead
Hothead

"'Hot'? You don't know what hot is..."

Character Portrait: Akihito Skye
Akihito Skye

The Soul Artist

Character Portrait: Matthew "Pain" Nicol
Matthew "Pain" Nicol

"Resistance is futile. You cannot destroy a god."

Character Portrait: Angel Mishalicee
Angel Mishalicee

The Kings Personal Humanoid

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Character Portrait: Risono Hiron
Risono Hiron

The Frozen Angel

Character Portrait: Angel Mishalicee
Angel Mishalicee

The Kings Personal Humanoid

Character Portrait: Lysander Alexander
Lysander Alexander

"Wanna' feel something hard?"

Character Portrait: Zero Ringoryu
Zero Ringoryu

Geomancer

Character Portrait: Shai Kama
Shai Kama

"I'm sorry..."

Character Portrait: Bisuto Tenioenai
Bisuto Tenioenai

May I eat you?

Character Portrait: Matthew "Pain" Nicol
Matthew "Pain" Nicol

"Resistance is futile. You cannot destroy a god."

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Akihito Skye

The Soul Artist

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Hothead

"'Hot'? You don't know what hot is..."


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Re: [OOC] Artificial Humans

Kai_Hibiki wrote:And can someone interact with him? T_T


Sounds like you and I are in the same boat, Kai.

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By the way, if Pain comes across and moody and Apathetic about most things i'm playing him right.

And can someone interact with him? T_T

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Took me a while to read all the posts xD

Should i come in as a late arrival? Or any other way?

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In my post I tried to leave it so that Zero could have a roommate, or not. If anyone wants to room with him that's fine, if not that's cool too.

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Rooms should be optional. Picking whether or not you'd want to be grouped with someone else. But hey, i'm not the GM, So..

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To be honest I left it to interpretation. As I'm not the GM I wasn't sure what the GM/people would think, so if you want to interpret it as people will be living together, fine with me. Similarly, if you want your character going it alone, also fine with me. Wasn't expecting it to be a very important thing honestly.

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Sorry, I might have missed this but...

... how exactly are we doing rooms again? I'm perfectly fine with Hothead being alone because it's probably safer if he were to ever have a meltdown.

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Edited my character's age. I realised that what with the other characters if she's twenty six her entire concept doesn't make sense, so I upped her a bit. To fourty. :v

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Should have my charrie in by tomorrow!!

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Hmm, so we're all new arrivals. Or can I just safely place Byte somewhere between 'new' and 'already placed at camp for certain reasons'. He has been with the military from a young age after all. Nonetheless, my post is up and running. =|

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My character has been submitted folks. All that remains is for him to be approved for play.

I cannot wait to get in on this... ^_^

Re: [OOC] Artificial Humans

"Maybe this would get her kicked out if she pushed enough of the woman's buttons."

Um, yeah, to be honest, it's going to get her killed. But I don't know how I'm going to have Legion deal with people flaunting her own authority constantly. Acting in character and in accordance with her personality, she'd not hesitate to kill them, but I obviously can't do that because...well, yeah. XD I'm at a quandary here, it seems. Guess that's what happens when you submit a character like this to an RP.

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submitted my char...XD

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Felt the need to join something as simple as this. Submitted a character, think I did a good job on tweaking his ability, as it is quite a large one. Should there be any trouble, just tell me what and I'll edit/adapt it.

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I'd love to reserve a spot...I'll go and make my char immediately...XD

Re: [OOC] Artificial Humans

I have PMed you, Automail Junkie. Assuming the idea is approved, the character will be submitted very soon.

Re: [OOC] Artificial Humans

This seems pretty interesting. I'll try and have a character up soon, he'll probably have some type of earth armor ability.

Re: [OOC] Artificial Humans

All powers are acceptable, these are artificial humans, given powers by the military. Your power can be anything your imagination comes up with. Any elemental powers, are fine. etc.

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Seems pretty dang interesting. I'll join once the powers are cleared up.

Re: [OOC] Artificial Humans

Wait- so they used to be humans? Around what age would they generally be...altered?