Introduction
They weren't born. They were made. Clones, to be more exact. Their DNA was taken from the greatest individuals in history, and then changed. Their DNA was manipulated to become a better, greater version of their previous selves. Enhanced intellect for some, enhanced speed for others, there was a plentitude of abilities that they were graced with.
The program was in trouble. The researchers hadn't used legal means to procure the DNA nor genetically alter it. The cloning of humans, while theirs was successful, was also a crime. They had changed DNA, mutilated the it far more genetically than would ever be seen on the surface. But when the cops went to arrest them, the researchers had vanished, along with their research and equipment.
All that remained were the babies. Each lay in a small hospital cot, and none were more than a weeks old. Labeled, on a neat handwritten card at the head of each cot was their name. Usually, a rather familiar looking name, but a name nonetheless. So the children were taken, their birthdate all labeled as the day they were found at the lab, much of the other information fudged or just completely left out, and placed into the system. As time went by, they were spread apart. And when they grew up, none of them had any knowledge of their past. They only knew one thing. That they were different from other people. Different in ways that were not always accepted. Different in ways that needed to be hidden.
It's been nineteen years to the day that the police took the children from the lab, and something terrible has happened. Nineteen year old Leon Vincent was found dead in his college dorm. An art student, all his professors and friends raved about him and how he was going places, and all were shocked to find that he'd been murdered. His boyfriend explained, through tears, that Leon was a decent guy. No one hated him, no one would have wanted to kill him.
And today, each of the children, or rather, young adults, every single one of them, received a neat, typed out note. Given to them in very strange ways, they would all come to read the following words.
"Vincent was the first. They're coming for you next.
July 30, 8 PM
4743 Judson Avenue, New York, New York."
Many would have considered it a joke, and tossed the note, had a file not been attached to it. A file detailing the police raid on the Eran Labs on July 11th, and listing the names of the multiple children who'd been found, and where they'd ended up after the fact. A file which contained all the information on their life. Information they had never even known.
"The children have been located. Begin process beta four-oh-eight."
"Yes sir. Have they any idea though, about who they are?"
"No. And I intend to keep it that way."
"But withholding that information, especially when one of them has gone rogue-"
"We knew the risks of keeping him with us. It is entirely our own fault. They need not be involved."
"If they find the truth out, they won't believe it, will they?"
"Will they believe that we stole the DNA of dead historical figures to create them? No. I should hope not."
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Heralds sighed as though expecting more from these teenagers, then said, "You share none of the same DNA. The people we took the DNA from were in no way related. And you'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back."
Scar nodded her head slightly toward Heralds as he answered her questions. She didn't particularly like this but, did she really have a choice? She lived on her own in a shitty apartment on the West side of the city. Getting to her would be a breeze if someone was determined enough... and this dude seemed plenty determined to try and kill them all. That's when she heard Gregory pipe up, "Alright Jeeves, I'm in too, I can think of worse ways to spend a few months. Besides, I am sure we have so much catching up to do, I'll bet I haven't seen most you you guys since we were in test tubes!" His arms were spread out wide like he was expecting a huge or seeing a long lost Uncle. Scar assumed he was being sarcastic but either way he made his way up the stairs to Heralds saying, "So Jeeves, exactly how much freedom will we be afforded in this safe-house?" It was a good question, Scar was definitely curious about that. She'd like to be able to leave on occasion, get some air, take a ride on her bike. Being under house arrest seems less than stellar. Scar raised a brow when she saw Gregory lean in slightly towards Heralds, obviously whispering about something. She was curious what he had asked but it wasn't her business.
Scar slipped her slender arms back through the sleeves on her leather jacket before grabbing her helmet in her right hand and standing up. She slowly made her way up the stairs, just in time to hear Heralds say, "You'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back.
Scar nodded her head towards Heralds, "Good to know." Her free hand zipped her leather jacket up halfway, before she spoke again, "Can I bring my bike?" That was potentially a deal breaking question. Her Thruxton was her baby, rebuilt from scratch with her hard earned cash, arguably worth more than any of her possessions... She would kill someone without a second thought if they messed it up.
"We need to be trained?... Rob turned to Scar, who had kept quiet up to this point. But I thought you just told Willa that we're not some kind of army? I mean, you made it abundantly clear that none of us apparently hold a chance against this person, so what good would training do?... I'm just, confused."
Rob knew what she felt like. Rob was confused, but not about the dialect Heralds used to define training. He was more confused about the entirety of where they came from. They knew they were adopted. But all of this information was a lot to take in. And still he felt like he wasn't getting enough info. This man was holding secrets from them, he knew that much. It was only a matter of what he was hiding.
"I believe it was Shawn's suggestion for us to train you. Like I said, we don't want an army, so go ahead and just lounge around all day for all we care. We're here to protect you. Nothing more. But," He paused, "As it may be helpful for you to learn more. However. As I've said before, his abilities far exceed your own and moreover, we are working on a solution. Now."
Heralds started to walk toward the doorway he entered from. "If you agree, come with me now. We're going to go meet my employer. Else, head to the door, the guards will provide you with what affects to be a legal gag."
Rob looked back to the guard, guessing that he had a confidentiality agreement somewhere. What was to be said in this house was not for the ears of the public for obvious reasons. He understood he was born from DNA, but he didn't know if being born from DNA was illegal. He chuckled at the irony of preserving their illegal actions with legality.
"Alright Jeeves, I'm in too," Gregory stated overenthusiastically. "I can think of worse ways to spend a few months. Besides, I am sure we have so much catching up to do, I'll bet I haven't seen most of you guys since we were in test tubes!" Rob wondered of any of the ones here could actually remember that far. He had pretty sure belief that his assumptions were mostly right, but that didn't make him totally right.
"So Jeeves, exactly how much freedom will we be afforded in this safe-house?"
At this point, Rob had picked up his "walking stick" and walked towards the doorway Heralds came out of. So he barely heard what Gregory stage whispered to Heralds. "And exactly how genetically related am I to my 'siblings', cant have things in the house getting too incestuous." Rob scoffed at this.
"You share none of the same DNA," Heralds sighed. "The people we took the DNA from were in no way related. And you'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back."
Two decades? Rob thought. What was the original intended use of that safe house before the murderer went rogue?
"Good to know," Scar said, "Can I bring my bike?"
That reminded him of something...rather someone. Johnathan. What was he going to do while Rob dealt with family issues? He assumed he'd go back to Camden, but in all honesty, he wasn't sure. Johnathan was loyal to him as much as he was loyal to Johnathan. It wouldn't be fair for him if he didn't at least try to bring him along.
But...Rob turned back to the doorway once more. Would he want to? It was Rob's life that was getting flipped upside down, not Johnathan's. Why even involve him with this? Rob decided. He would tell Johnathan to fly home. It would be the better choice, despite the possibility of losing his sanity to his "brothers" and "sisters".
"Alright, I'm ready to meet him when you are, Heralds," Rob raised a brow at the rest of the crowd, the majority of them zipping their lip.
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wolfstar918 wrote:Going to wait two more days to see if anyone else replies before continuing on with the plot.
I would post again, but I don't want to like bombard the posts with my character lol. I think I'm just a lot more active on this site than others lol.
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And if you can't, that's fine as well. Getting better is more important.
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Also, Jericho, I can't tell you how much I laughed at your "Bro, stab me bro" comment because that's exactly what I was thinking when I was writing my post.
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Everyone though, I'll be posting the beginnings of the plot within the next day or so, so we'll be able to get this ball rolling.
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Additionally, for everyone who hasn't posted yet or hasn't specified a time, In Game time should be about 7, 7:30 pm.
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Scar.- wrote:Hi. So I just realized I had a huge blonde moment... I read in the rules that I had to message here to ask to reserve a historical figure or ask permission to join and I forgot like 2 minutes later. I apologize I'm tired from work. But I already submitted a character. I'm still getting a hang of this site and everything. But anyways. I love the idea of this roleplay and would love to be a part (if not, that's cool no big deal). I'd like to have my figure be Helen of Troy... Sorry about my confusion.
That's fine, and she was accepted it you didn't notice