We've been running for so long, I no longer remember the last time we stayed in one place for more than two days. We've cut and dyed our hair, some of us wear colored contacts, and we've all gotten the tattoo removed, which, by the way, is very painful. We've changed our names. We've done everything we could to keep them from finding us, to disappear from their under their radar so we can have normal lives. Well, at least- lives as normal as kids like us could. Somehow, though, they always seem to find us. We can run, we can hide, we can fight- but none of it lasts very long; except the running. None of us look like we used to, before we escaped the prison those men and women were cruel enough to try and call our 'home'. They might as well have locked us up behind glass with a sign that read "bred in captivity". That's practically what they did; they treated us like we were nothing but a show, like we couldn't feel anything they did to us. It was like they thought we were incapable of thought, and unable to feel pain, or emotion.
They chained us up when they weren't around to watch us. When they were around, they were always standing behind their big window like it was a shield that would keep us from tearing them apart piece by piece. I can't believe they were stupid enough to believe it would stop us if we decided to go after them. Truth is, we were just scared. Not of them, no; they were weak, and any of us would have liked very much to be rid of them- some of us, even to kill them with our own hands. No, no- those men and women with their experimentation, their needles and all those other strange, cruel contraptions, they didn't scare us- they just irritated us, sometimes made us angry. They hurt us more than enough for us to be scared of them, that's for sure; thing was, though: we all knew we would have no difficulty killing them if we ever got the guts to.
What we were scared of was the big man, the one that called himself our 'father'. He was the one that trained us, pushed us far past our limits and made us keep right on going. He was the one we were afraid of, because he was all we knew- and we didn't know what lengths he would go to if we started killing off his scientists.
That's what our torturers were: scientists. They took men and women and blended their DNA up in a test tube with a shit load of other things that were never meant to enter a human body. Then, they took new women, and they turned that test tube into a baby. Those women got paid big bucks, I'm sure. After all, they were the ones that made it all possible; they were the ones that brought us little lab rats into the world and handed us over to be tested on.
There were some failed experiments, like there always is, and there were many generations of us. None of us are really sure how long they were trying to make superhuman hybrids and things before we came along. In our generation, there were only a few 'defective' kids that I know of. I hardly remember them; they were taken away and never seen again. At least, never seen by my eyes again.
By now, you're probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about, and who we are; right? Well, we're kids, just like you. Excuse me, not just like you, but you get the point. We're just a group of kids, trying to escape our pasts and find new futures; futures that don't involve being cut open and poked with needles every time we so much as cough or sneeze. We are kids that were born in laboratories, test tube babies, grown to have special abilities, and certain things that make us stand out from the rest. There are a few things we all have in common with each other, though: we are stronger, and faster than 'normal' people, we have heightened senses, and each of us has the tattoo- etched into our DNA- of a set of numbers, located behind our right ear. These numbers are us, they are how we were identified when the scientists began trying to clone certain people, and so that they didn't have to give us names. Maybe it made it easier for them to mutilate us if we were just a set of numbers in a file to them, instead of an actual person with a name and identity.
Either way, it still all comes down to the same thing.
We are, and, no matter how much we try to run from it, always will be:
Gen. X7.
They chained us up when they weren't around to watch us. When they were around, they were always standing behind their big window like it was a shield that would keep us from tearing them apart piece by piece. I can't believe they were stupid enough to believe it would stop us if we decided to go after them. Truth is, we were just scared. Not of them, no; they were weak, and any of us would have liked very much to be rid of them- some of us, even to kill them with our own hands. No, no- those men and women with their experimentation, their needles and all those other strange, cruel contraptions, they didn't scare us- they just irritated us, sometimes made us angry. They hurt us more than enough for us to be scared of them, that's for sure; thing was, though: we all knew we would have no difficulty killing them if we ever got the guts to.
What we were scared of was the big man, the one that called himself our 'father'. He was the one that trained us, pushed us far past our limits and made us keep right on going. He was the one we were afraid of, because he was all we knew- and we didn't know what lengths he would go to if we started killing off his scientists.
That's what our torturers were: scientists. They took men and women and blended their DNA up in a test tube with a shit load of other things that were never meant to enter a human body. Then, they took new women, and they turned that test tube into a baby. Those women got paid big bucks, I'm sure. After all, they were the ones that made it all possible; they were the ones that brought us little lab rats into the world and handed us over to be tested on.
There were some failed experiments, like there always is, and there were many generations of us. None of us are really sure how long they were trying to make superhuman hybrids and things before we came along. In our generation, there were only a few 'defective' kids that I know of. I hardly remember them; they were taken away and never seen again. At least, never seen by my eyes again.
By now, you're probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about, and who we are; right? Well, we're kids, just like you. Excuse me, not just like you, but you get the point. We're just a group of kids, trying to escape our pasts and find new futures; futures that don't involve being cut open and poked with needles every time we so much as cough or sneeze. We are kids that were born in laboratories, test tube babies, grown to have special abilities, and certain things that make us stand out from the rest. There are a few things we all have in common with each other, though: we are stronger, and faster than 'normal' people, we have heightened senses, and each of us has the tattoo- etched into our DNA- of a set of numbers, located behind our right ear. These numbers are us, they are how we were identified when the scientists began trying to clone certain people, and so that they didn't have to give us names. Maybe it made it easier for them to mutilate us if we were just a set of numbers in a file to them, instead of an actual person with a name and identity.
Either way, it still all comes down to the same thing.
We are, and, no matter how much we try to run from it, always will be:
Gen. X7.
(( SideNote:: ... I'm angry. I typed all this up, plus some, and it was over a thousand words.. So I decided to copy it, just incase something happened, so I didn't lose it all... and I'm not used to this keyboard, because it doesn't copy things when you press ctrl+c, so... when I went to copy it, I lost it all. It all turned into "c". -_- AngerAngerAnger... So.. Yeah, anyways: I'll try to remember everything I typed... ))
Alright, so.. In case you couldn't tell from the big long story like thing above, this Roleplay is about a handful of mutant experiments, test tube babies, who have escaped the lab where they were being held, and are now being chased/hunted down by angry demented scientists. :)
Each kid has one special ability than no one else in the group has, and one to three things about them(physically) that make them stand out.
I'm planning for this to be a relatively small group, with six characters. I want literate roleplayers.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. (:
Now, for the character application sheet...
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[right][url=link to your picture][img]Realistic Pictures Only, please![/img][/url][/right][b]Name before change:[/b]
[b]Name after change:[/b]
[b]Nick name(s):[/b] (if none, just delete this slot)
[b]Age:[/b] (15-17)
[b]Eye color before change:[/b]
[b]Eye color after change:[/b]
[b]Hair color before change:[/b]
[b]Hair color after change:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Number:[/b] (00314776##)
[b]Ability:[/b]
[b]Mutation(s):[/b] (physical differences)
[b]Personality:[/b] (not much needed, just a few lines or so, so that we know what we're dealing with; after all, these kids will have spent their whole lives together and should know these things...)
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Fears:[/b]
Also, please, do one of the following to apply: A] include a sample of your writing at the end of your post, B]PM me a sample of your writing, or C]include, in your post, a link to a roleplay you have been in recently. Thank you. :)
Boys:
0031477612 -- Jack -- St.Jimmy
0031477699 -- Shane -- Eisenhorn
0031477649 -- Fish -- Ninjasaur
Girls:0031477612 -- Jack -- St.Jimmy
0031477699 -- Shane -- Eisenhorn
0031477649 -- Fish -- Ninjasaur
0031477672 -- Bell -- chaoticsunrise
0031477642 -- Sam -- Nezzera
0031477621 -- Jazz -- Snowfall
