Island of Doctor Moreau

Island of Doctor Moreau

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He first tested to see if he could turn animals into humans. But they only regressed. How he's trying a new experiment. What will happen when he tests that same process on people?

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(WIP: You can post in OOC now and submit characters but I am still writing out some final but important details)


Synopsis:You wake up A seemingly uninhabited island that would be considered a vacation paradise. The facility and numerous cameras hidden under the thick flora hides an even darker secret...

What its about:A somewhat literate RP based off of the The Island of Doctor Moreau Book by H. G. Wells. Only instead of animal vivisection to make them more human. Humans are being experimented on to see if they can transition from man to animal or in failed cases beastly monstrosities. Results may vary.

What it entails:Subjects (the players) will have freedom to move about the island and more public parts of the facility once they wake up in a sterile room with a sore arm. They will be monitored 24/7 but are free to interact with each other. Players can choose what they turn into but will not have control over how they will change or what the final results are ie, you can't sprout perfect, cutesy bunny ears and a tail if you're gonna end up as a rabbit experiment. Also, when your character ends up becoming the species they are assigned it is a PERMANENT STATE which cannot be reversed. I know people might be used to the idea that they can change back and forth from other RPs but in this one the condition is more PERMANENT. We want our characters to grow and the only way to do that is through experiences that leave a permanent mark on them.

What the players get in exchange is a drawing for each stage of their transformations, a total of five, along with a description for when they change and how. Due to people dropping out before I can even finish their drawings I will have to have people active in the RP for one month before they qualify for a drawing. I will be doing the artwork, if you are wondering, but I also hope that artists will jump onto this project as well to help if this gets enough people. If you have questions about this please post them in the OOC thread.

Plot: Varies. But the intro will be the same for everyone. Me and Royalburden will provide an overall arc for everyone to be able to follow but I do encourage people coming up with their own plots. For those who like to add their own ideas to the mix, let me know on the OOC thread. For example, people can team up and look for ways to get off the island. Or build a hideaway on another part of the island to form a resistance while trying to prevent "them" from finding out your plans. Whatever you choose I highly encourage people to interact with each other since that will play a huge role later on once people develop more in depth characters, friendships, or even enemies.

Updates on the plot will be posted here so that both guests and players can come here and see what has or will be happening around and/or to their characters. Please respond if you have questions or at least remotely interested. Setting up the RP won't be difficult. I would like people to help out with moderating if they have a few years of RPing experience under their belts.

STORY THUS FAR:


A group of patients have woken up and after some debate they left the facility for the first time to explore their new surroundings. They only have a rough idea about where they are and what is going on. Some were drawn to the beach by the sound of a large bell to find that a boat with promising goodies has beached itself on one of the island's shores. Some managed to salvage from the boat before the incoming tide dragged the wreck back out to sea. Tensions were high as people are still deciding who to trust or who to worry about keeping their valuables from.

A fight broke out between Tex and the mysterious figure that watched the others from a distance. More accurately. Tex hunted "her" down while she tried to make a break for the treeline. Losing some of the salvage from a torn bag and almost her life after sustaining serious injuries during the fight. Before Tex could finish her off, or Tauras could collect the wanted fugitive, Alex made a surprise attack. After a long battle with anyone who dared to get near the bag or the bundle of rags in question he managed to slip away with both. Not without sustaining a few injuries himself.

While others are more concerned with hiding their stolen goods the security of the Facility swoop in and wrangle up anyone they see to get back control of the situation. Any goods that weren't hidden, or hidden well enough are confiscated. While the subjects themselves are tranquilized and put back in their respective rooms. The doors are still left unlocked and they can still go outside. They just happen to feel a second sore spot on the back of their arm.

Venturing out again, they this time began to scout out an area where they would be able to build shelters away from the compound and work towards finding their own food. At the same time, Tex works out a deal with the "tree climber" as Violet calls her to spare her life (WIP)



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[b]Name:[/b] (Straight forward. Nicknames are optional)
[b]Age:[/b] (How old? I'm hoping for a wide range of ages from 18 to 60 years old to keep ages varies.)
[b]Species:[/b] (What they will become. If you want extra excitement for yourself, write "mystery" and I will choose something for you.)
[b]Height:[/b] (Obvious)
[b]Weight:[/b] (Obvious)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (What do they look like?)
[b]Special Needs:[/b] (Not just for when you're human like diabetic or pace maker. This is also for those who are going through their "stages". A person developing leaves may need more sun or fresh water accessible to them. Another may need a water tank once they sprout fins, flukes or tentacles.)
[b]Strengths:[/b] (What makes them a good person? Ie, are they resourceful? Brave? Persistent? Good problem solvers?)
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] (How about we figure out some faults. Ie, are they Indecisive? Selfish? Greedy? Hateful of others?)
[b]Career:[/b] (What do they do for a living?)
[b]Weapons:[/b] (Many weapons are confiscated once you arrive on the island but that doesn't mean you can't come in later and change this when you're character makes/finds a new one.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (What are they like?)
[b]History:[/b] (What brought them here? Were they invited, abducted, plane crash, gone overboard, ran aground?)


Toggle Rules

~I'm sure everyone is familiar with the rules already:

~Keep it relatively PG-13. Don't mind relationships. I don't mind occasional violence. But there has to be reason behind it. I don't want mindless swearing or emo characters taking pot shots at anyone they look at. And if you want more than just kissing, take it to the PMs.
~Limit the cussing. I've already covered it but I will say it again. If it is appropriate for the moment or it's the characters personality, anything to improve the story telling then I'll buy it. Just don’t make it a f***ing habit to f***ing curse in every f***ing sentence.

~This is a semi-literate RP, I get that people can't always write long posts but if you write at least 200 words average then you should be fine. Its not too much to ask for. One to two paragraphs that will leave space open for other character to respond or interact with keeps the RP moving. Try not to have your character perform "isolated" actions unless you are looking for a way to wiggle into interacting with other characters already engaged. ie, two characters are in a heated argument. Or if your character acknowledges the possibility of a fight but prefers to avoid stepping in until a punch is thrown. If the fight doesn't occur then your character is free to move to another area without risking being "left behind" or ignored by the other players.

~Be committed, I want a post at least every day. That being said I will allow it if it's every other day. But be forewarned if you fall behind or will be away for a few days please let me and the others know. That way I don't feel like you've just got bored and jumped ship.

~If I am unable to post a notice or respond for a few days myself I will assign one or more moderators to fill in for me. So please respect, whoever I assign but don't be afraid to message me if they are abusing their priviledges. I know how it feels to be stuck with a power drunk mod.

~A VERY important rule you MUST know: Check the OOC thread regularly. Its not hard to do and its an essential tool in communicating with other people you are RPing with. RP's have died due to people ignoring the OOC chat and posting without any concerns over possible conflicts within the current plot line.

~Another VERY important rule you MUST know: If I ask for people to refrain from posting for any reason. An example, asking people to wait for another person to post so they can catch up first and you keep posting/disregarding my request I will have your posts ignored and PM you as to why you continued to post. If you ignore my PMs and STILL continue to post I will promptly delete your character AND your posts. This will be a rare but very important request to follow.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Francis Crombie Character Portrait: Violet Whitt

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It felt like an eternity waiting the room on the bed. The food was still there, but he wasn't hungry in the least. However, he felt the need to walk. Walk about and do something at least. Again, he was on autopilot as he opened the door and started to wander. His arm itched a bit, that sore spot on the back of his arm was starting to irritate him to a slight degree. "Still smells like a hospital." He said to himself as he walked the halls.

The look on his face was that of mild irritation and tiredness. As if he didn't want to be here at all, though it wasn't like he really had a choise. This hospital like place, the shots, everything rose red flags for reasons he could not fathom at all. All he knew was that he wanted out again.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Francis Crombie Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo

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Violet isn't sure but she thinks she heard Evan imply Treeclimber, Minotaur, and the other unusual beings were once subjects like her and the other people here. The consequences of that idea are almost too disturbing to consider. But they also feel too plausible, if scientifically ridiculous, to just be dismissed. She pauses rubbing her sore arm as these and other uncomfortable thoughts come unbidden.

After a few moments Violet shakes it off. She can't let unknown possibilities paralyze her into inaction, she has to do something. Find out more about what this place is and what's going on here. Violet decides to give the new guy a brief tour and try to find the place Minotaur and Sharkcreature fought over Treeclimber. Hoping to find some clue about their identities. And if she runs into one of them, try talking to them.

"New Guy, the elevator at the end of the hallway seems to be the only way out. And it only goes to this floor and the ground floor lobby. At least for us that is. I have some experience navigating jungle environments, so if you don't I suggest you stick by me or the paths once outside. It is very easy to get lost if you don't know what you are doing."

Violet enters the elevator and pushes the button for the ground floor, but holds the door for any who want to enter as well.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Francis Crombie Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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Evan furrowed his brow at Bryon's actions more than what he said. He winced when those prodding fingers shoved into his shoulder to push him back. If there was anyone on the island that made a point to decide whether to judge someone on how much they annoyed him, it would be Evan. The words that came out of his mouth where typical. On the other hand, the self-inflicted pain that Bryon looked to be causing himself did give Evan a reason and concern enough to take a mental note of that detail. A head slap today becomes another's head slammed into the wall tomorrow. Nothing to worry about. Not as long as he kept an eye out for himself. But he couldn't just tread carefully. He had to poke at the fire. It was his job to see who was capable of what.

Evan looked Bryon up and down as if he was deciding on how to judge him. Which he was, and how he would react to how the man was speaking to him. "If you think I'm bad. You're going to have a hell of a hard time getting along with the others." He walks into the elevator with Violet. "Bit of advice, you might want to get chummy with the ones who know about this place. Making enemies here will get yourself killed." Normally he would have a smart ass smirk after dispensing a nugget of 'I know something you don't know'. He just wasn't feeling it this time. He lowered his voice so that only Violet would hear him. "I've seen it happen." Judging by the serious look on his face it was safe to say that he wasn't lying.

He already knew what he would do once they were topside again. Check for security, secure his hopefully still hidden stash, and hope to snag other people's stashed goods. That is, if they managed to stash them, and provided they weren't discovered either. Normally he would find a way to sneak it back to his room. This time however, he knew it wouldn't be possible to smuggle in so much of his half earned, half stolen salvage. People will catch on if he kept going back to his hiding spot, and the guards would raid his room like a surprise room search in a prison. They mostly did it just to piss him off. He knew that much.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Francis Crombie Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo

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The setting changes from The Island to The Facility

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Francis Crombie Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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Byron was already in the elevator when the others crammed themselves inside. He stood, leaning against the back wall with his arms folded broadly across his chest. He ignored everyone and just looked down toward the ground. 'Great, now I've got this mental case telling me that if I don't watch what I say, someone's gonna kill me. Heh, they better be packing something pretty big if they think I'm just gonna lay down and take their shit.'

He closed his eyes and drew his breaths slowly. When the elevator reached it's destination, the doors slid open to reveal a new area. Stepping out, he looked around cautiously, not seeing anything that set off any sort of alarm in his head. He didn't venture far though, he turned to make sure the others were still coming. After all, he had no idea how to navigate through jungle terrain, and he still really wanted to go outside.

"So, what kinds of things are there to do outside? Can we stay out there as long as we want? Not a whole lot of this makes sense." Again, he folded his arms across his chest and started looking around the room once more. He contemplated whether or not he would want to return to this building once he managed to get outside. If there was some sort of hideaway he could make in the jungle.

He dashed the thought from his head. He had no idea how to find food for himself, and water was going to be even more difficult. No, this was going to be something that had to be done over time. Certainly not his first day here. He figured today would be the day he try to find a good place to set up camp once he did decide to make a break for it. That was the best plan he could come up with.

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Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo

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After Violet gives Byron the 2 cent tour of the lobby area, she heads outside into the jungle.

Once Violet feels they are far enough from the Facility that security can not overhear them anymore, "There was a boat sinking it the bay here... Actually I'm entirely sure how long ago it was but some time ago. But me and some others took some supplies off the boat. I hid them out in the jungle. I plan to check on them and the place I last saw one of the other strange inhabitants of this island is not far from there. I want to check around to see if I can determine what happened to her. At least I think it was a her. After that I will answer other questions I can while we do a little foraging. I'm no expert, but I am a biologist and was a girl scout, so I am confident I identify some non-poisonous plants and fruit. If you want I could try to teach you do it yourself. The food here is nutritionally sound but otherwise rather unpleasant."

Violet begins navigating her way back to point along the stream where Sharkcreature and Minotaur fought over Treeclimber's fate. Oncw she is confident she has found the right place she checks the area for any unwanted eyes.

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Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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Evan didn't respond to Bryon when they all piled into the elevator. He'd rather let Bryon stew in it for a while and find things out for himself much like Violet and the others had to when they first woke up. But even they managed to get a few tips to fend for themselves before their first day was over. Violet spoke up; rather quick to let Bryon in on what she had learned in the short time that she was there. He shot her a look. It wasn't anything harsh. More along the lines of, 'Did you have to tell him so soon?'

To their credit Evan was having more fun now than he did with any of the others. Most of the time they would stay in their room and bawl their eyes out, keep picking fights with the guards until an 'unfortunate accident' claimed them or disappeared, never to be seen from again after going into the forest or attempted an escape. He tuned back to Violet when she started talking about the possible food sources on the island. "The only decent food you will find are from ships that occasionally wreck themselves on one of the reefs here, or you happen to be good at trapping any of the wild animals here. Speaking of which-"

He separated from the two to slink off to his not so secure cubbie hole. If anything he could find them again once he did what he needed to do. It was a good chance the girl would go back to where the fight broke out. He didn't know her for long. She just looked like the type not to let things well alone, whether it could cause her trouble or not. Walking toward the beach he rounded the bundle of trees that marked near where his stash would be. The sounds of snorting and sand being tossed around came exactly from where his stored goods were. At first he thought it was another subject who went back out to steal from him. Much to his surprise, he would also find that he made a very big mistake. A large boar was digging up cans and trying to open them to get to the food inside. Some were dented just enough to cause some of their contents to leak. The smells attracted the hungry animal thanks to the light storm winds that kicked up from the ocean.

Just when Bryon and Violet, and anyone else who happened to be with the group, thought that they wouldn't have to deal with the chubby ass, he came running back at full tilt with a horrified look on his face. A couple of cans were tightly clutched in his hands. Squealing from the angry boar could be heard a few paces behind him as it tried to get back at him for startling it. "Go go go go go!"

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Character Portrait: Creature Character Portrait: Tex Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo

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Taurus had awoken quite a ways down the river that Alex had dragged him through, half drowned and exhausted. His massive mound of dark brown blended in neatly with the surrounding jungle making him pretty much invisible to the patrolling guards that had gone to collect the unrest prisoners. He woke up cold, his fur damp and his whole body aching. With difficulty he got to his feet gripping a nearby tree trunk with his malformed hoof-hands. He snorted, causing the moist dirt and grass to scatter around his muzzle.

Taurus tromped through the jungle until he found the main building of the facility, managing to find the group just as the boar charged for Evan. He gave another warning snort and went down to all fours, his two large deformed hoof fingers acting as the supporting toes on a grazing animal. There where several earth trembling thuds as he charged and a sweep of long curled horns sent the boar flying through the air, squealing like a stuck pig. He barely missed Evan's ankles with that sweep and he could feel the hot breath of the beast just before the dirt flung up by his hooves as he skidded to a halt would have showered Evan's lower legs. It was a close call on two counts for that man but Taurus snorted and stood at his full height, a lumbering golem in their presence, fur caked with mud and strung with vines and peered down at him with massive dewy brown eyes.





Many hours would pass for creature before she heard an odd scratching in the ceiling of the cave. Tex had landed on what felt like a hollow bit of earth. He dug his talons into the dirt and kicked as best he could, carving up the dirt like soft clay. It took a while and he was cautious not to let the ground collapse right underneath him. Dirt would first trickle down into the cave before clumps began to cascade around creature. Tex eventually had to leap out of the way, flapping his wings hard to get his weight off of it. He hopped down inside once a mouth was opened wide enough and grasped the wounded bundle of blood stained water dampened cloth. His weight would have been felt on her body slightly as he crouched and leapt again, flapping his wings for vertical lift. Being carried by Tex was by no means a gentle and graceful flight, not at such low altitudes with no wind to pick him up. It was abrupt and uneasy as his wings took the whole burden with each forceful thrust, an up and down jerking motion out of the cave only to be dropped onto the soft dirt. Tex landed next to her and crouched low so his face was close to her. He tugged off some of the bindings covering her face and peered at her with a sharp clinical gaze. "You have two choices here, let me tend to you and be indebted to me or die out here in the cold of night. Choose quickly."

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Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Emilein Polock

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Varin's mind went back to the last time he had taken a romp in the jungle. The last time he was here, he had met the bat-lizard man and the shark man. But Varin, for his own depression, was quick on his feet when the time needed it to be. The sound of an angry boar not to far behind them while gathering was enough to get him to find a spring in his step. The feeling of something being off was still pinging away in his mind, it kept him from going to deeply into his own depression.

Clear thought wasn't something that he was considering at the very moment, the only thing that was on his mind was one thing. Survival. As the sound of the boar grew ever closer, he soon found himself climbing a nearby tree to get out of the way of the angry porcine. Unwilling to find himself cut open like a certain fat king from a show he once watched near religiously.

Even with him being out of the way of the boar, the feeling of relief wasn't there as he could feel the shaking of earth below. The sound of the angered boar's death squeal. From where he was, he could see that the boar was not going to die painlessly, but it's not like he was willing to put it out of his misery. However, it was now safe to actually come down. The only problem as he wriggled himself from the branch he was perched on....he couldn't get down. "Shit."

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Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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Having spotted a small mushroom patch Violet had crouched down to examine them. And was about to go into some general rules on how identify edible and poisonous mushrooms, when Evan came running in shouting.

Not waiting to find out what is chasing Evan, Violet throws herself to the side away from the path of the incoming. With a splash Violet ends up in the edge of the stream.

"Crap!" Violet was hoping to be able to spend some time examining the sea chart she pulled off the boat and hid, but now. She needs to get cleaned up or risk causing more damage to it. Slowly extracting herself from the river silt, Violet finds she is missing a shoe. "Double crap." Violet takes a few moments to confirm it's gone before returning up the bank to the others.

"Is everyone all right?" Violet looks around and is relieved to find no major injuries. Spotting the dead boar and Taurus, "I guess we all owe you a big 'thank you', big guy." If Taurus let's her Violet gives him a friendly pat on the arm.

"I don't suppose anybody has a knife and knows how to gut an animal. We could have a pretty nice lunch or dinner here. If you can find some flint I can make a knife if anybody knows how to use it."

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Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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(I was hoping Castiel would post since they still seemed to be in the game, but I'm not going to wait any longer. I have a full plate and I don't want to miss my windows of free time to keep this place going. I'm not going to drop the ball last time....also I just broke my own rule of not being allowed to bring OOC in here. But I will make an exception for myself. Just this once. And delete this little diddy in a week to redeem myself.)


Evan went down like a sack of potatoes. Not because Taurus tagged him, because he didn't, but because the shock of having that burly brick shit house come so close to brutally maiming him without actually trying to hurt him. Not that he's done anything to wrong Taurus specifically...lately. It's just that he's developed a reflex around anyone or thing that moves at a pace considered hostile. He moved rather quickly for a fat man. His legs after all weren't wholly made of blubber. What he did end up doing was taking quite a spill in the mixed earth and sand. He was too disoriented to be angry about it when he came to a stop. His legs were splayed out and his arms were resting in front of him like a stuffed teddy bear.

He looked up to the hulking beast and saw that Taurus wasn't having much luck dealing with this island either. "If this keeps happening I might have to start calling you Clutch." Evan slowly bumbles to his feet. He looked at his hands. His fingers still clung to the two cans he held so tightly onto. They were dented up but still intact.

His attention was draw up one of the nearby trees. Varin the skittish guy of likely shifty alliances, somehow managed to get himself caught up a tree. The hints that the guy actually didn't want to be in the tree weren't hard to interpret. "Don't look at me. I'm not getting you down." He said it knowing that Varin hadn't asked for help in the first place.

Hearing Violet ask for a knife and inquired about boar gutting he paused with an almost trance-like stare. The way he suddenly snaps up afterwards made him nearly scare himself. Reaching into his pants he produced a small pocket knife. Knowing that he wouldn't be willing to part with it for a single moment, and that it was likely Violet wouldn't want to touch it because of where its been, he volunteered himself to start gutting it. From the looks of it, he wasn't an expert at it. This wasn't his first time doing it either. "If you guys are serious about staying outside. You might want to figure out where to start building your shelters."

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Character Portrait: Creature Character Portrait: Tex

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Her sleep was not very restful. Creature couldn't get comfortable on the patch of dry ground. The air was still incredibly damp making it uncomfortable to breath. Still, with no one around she still . It hurt to move while trying to ease some of discomfort. Any attempt to stretch out would land a limb in cold water. She was glad that Alex yanked her out of harm's way but the get away was anything but clean. She nearly drowned from being pulled underwater so suddenly and without warning. The ride wasn't a smooth one either. Seeing in an almost pitch black environment wouldn't be an issue if they weren't underwater during the escape. It left her already battered body worse for wear. Worst of all she didn't know where Alex went, and she didn't have the strength to find her way back out. The food that she managed to salvage from the boat was sealed up well against water, but also sealed well enough against her weakened state.

For all intents and purposes she was helpless to wait and be rescued, or die from fever and weakness. Her ears twitched hearing a faint scratching coming from above. She wasn't familiar with this particular area. The reason being it was so far in and so much of this section was below water. Creature had to cover her face when light suddenly streamed down from the hole in the weakened ceiling of the cave. Then loose chunks of soil and earth came crashing down around her. The fight had gone out of her. There was no struggling this time. Just the right amount of bad luck and bad timing left her at her most vulnerable. She would be surprisingly light. Evidence that she had not been eating enough lately. In the back of her mind, she figured that she would be done in by a cave-in at this point. Too drained to look and see that it was Tex on top of her.

Her eyes would pop open when she suddenly felt herself become weightless as her body was jerked upwards towards the upper surface. At least her landing was soft, but she crumbled like wet tissue paper when she was dropped again. The evidence that she was still alive was in her recoiling in pain from her wounds re-opening from the force. A pit grew in her stomach. This was not a face she wanted to see in her weakened state. On top of that he had to go and pull away her face coverings. It helped her breath more easily but it also made her recoil like a vampire from light to hide her face. There were still very evident feminine qualities to it. Though the mutations didn't leave it unscathed. The feral qualities were impossible to not notice with the unusual length of her face and mouth that hid an intimidating set of teeth. It was almost simian in nature.

It was already starting to get cold. She already started shivering. With how warm she felt she most likely already had a bad fever. The idea of owing the very thing she hated made her sick. It was only trumped by what she felt right now. "Don' whant....t-dihe." She shivered so hard she could barely speak. Everything hurt and the chances of her passing out right then and there were high.

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Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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"Godsdamnit..." Varin cursed under his breath as he tried to adjust himself on the tree branch. Even if it was a life or mauling situation, he now regretted jumping up into the tree. He felt like a cat stuck on on a branch watching people walk by not doing anything. He looked over at Evan, who he never asked to help him down and rolled his eyes. An internal note was telling him to never trust this guy. Ever.

He soon started to wriggle himself out off the branch, soon looking more like a sloth on the branch and moving himself to a lower level before dropping his legs down to the ground before letting go. It felt odd, but at the very least it got him down. Now that he was back on ground level, he could see the extent of the damage done to the boar and Evan's attempt at gutting it. As much as he wanted a soft, warm bed tonight; there was no way he was going back to that hospital smelling building. It was either take another knock-out dart or he would go kicking and screaming.

"At the very least we're gonna have to find water too. And make weapons." He said as he started scanning the ground. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was growing weary physically. He hated being around alot of people or a lot of excitement for this reason. Normally, he'd have the option of excusing himself to go home and watch a marathon of breaking bad or something, however the most he could do now was get his hands working again. Give himself something to do lest he go mad with boredom and anxiety.

He started picking up what ever rocks and shells he could find, before taking a seat under the same tree he had been stuck in. Some of them were large and smoothed edged and others small, but at least it was something right this minute.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg

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Violet pauses and considers Varin's and Evan's words. While getting away from the prying eyes of those responsible this twisted experiment is tempting, there is still to much to learn about what is really happening here. And inside the facility is still the best place to find that information. For the moment at least.

Speaking up Violet says, "While I don't think I'm quite ready to 'move out' myself, getting a place outside ready does sound like a smart move. I have some experience with setting up long term camp sites. I am willing to help anybody who needs it to set up their own or share one. As Evan suggested finding the proper place is important. I suggest we head to the beach after lunch and start looking for good places from there."

With her piece said Violet searches for some flint to strike for sparks. While looking, Violet also keeps an eye out for more mushrooms, fruit, spices, or other things that could be added to lunch.

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It was then that Taurus grunted and tossed his head, stomping his foot as if trying to say something. "Aaaauuuuuuuuuuuooof" He mooed balefully and pointed up river. He pointed again at the sky then the facility which was still in viewing distance. It's not safe here. Was the message he was attempting to portray. Up the river! With out much warning than that he turned and trudged through the tangly foliage back towards the river.

If the group followed he'd be leading them at a winding path along side the river, taking a different branch off than Alex had when attempting to save her. The only identifying path would be the one that Taurus forged himself with his hulking form if any of them strayed to far surely they'd have gotten lost or at least covered in poison ivy and fire ants.

They would arrive at a shallow fresh water pond, one of many sources for the river with a small but sparkling waterfall providing constant motion and smooth rocks that catch and filter any grime. It was perfect clean water with a variety of tropical fish and frogs to catch and eat should they get hungry as well as a thick canopy to both shelter them from rains and provide cover from the searching eye of Tex. A safe haven. All they would need is some form of shelter to keep that shaded clearing warm at night. Taurus snorted and cupped his hands in the pond, crouching to one knee he splashed water over his face cleaning off the silt and mud caked in the fur, creating one clean spot over a mountain of filth.





Tex smirked "Don't you worry. Your death would do me no good." He grabbed a hold of creature with his tallons and took off once more, this time taking off high into the sky. He carried the semiconscious creature across the landscape much higher than her comfort zone, his talons pressing into her as he held her tight, he didn't cause her more wounds but she might develop bruises from the flight. If she was still awake she would see the cliff he was carrying her to and recognize it as his home. This is either an opportunity or a great misfortune as she had the opportunity to steal some of his stash. Getting away with it would be.........problematic though.

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Evan took a hand full of boar inners and yanked them from the body tossing them into the creek nearby to wash downstream. It wasn't like they could drink from it from where they were standing. Plus he could wash out anything from inside the body of it to prevent any foul taste from getting into the meat. "I wouldn't suggest that." He responded to Violet just before dunking the entire boar into the river to give it a good thorough soak, while still keeping hold of two of its legs. "We won't know how far the tide comes up. On top of that, what could we possibly build from sticks and leaves that can hold up against the monsoon season so close to shore?" He grunt trying to keep the boar from getting swept down stream.

With some lugging and grunting he pulled the carcass back onto dry land while trying to keep sand from getting onto it too much. "We need to cook this before it spoils. Its not going to last in this tropical heat." He watched Taurus do the bullish things that he was known for doing and rolled his eyes knowing he would have to follow him. If he left this here for a moment, scavengers would be on it in a heartbeat. He had to lift the gutted pig up and onto his shoulders. Red water that was still inside it begins to leak down his neck and back as he trudged along, a look of disgust on his face. They were going to owe him.

It was a rare day to see Taurus do anything more than skulk around and act like an olf. For one day, he proved to be rather useful. The water source that was away from the beach in a well hidden away part of the forest and well, well manicured to the eyes. It was almost too perfect, but his aching back wasn't complaining about the nice scenery. He dropped the boar away from the water's edge. "I'm not making the fire. I've done my part." He looked like a murder victim that got stabbed in the back with how his clothes were stained with watered down boar blood. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a patch through the trees that looked to be a thicket of some type of bamboo that wasn't much more than three inches wide, but grew beyond 20 feet tall.

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Creature winced in pain from being grabbed. Her heart began to race again, just conscious enough to see herself far too high above the treeline. There was no way she would've put up with this if she were still healthy and uninjured. She looked like a limp sack of potatoes with a tail sticking out the back. She could swear she saw the others below her but her vision was blurry. By the time she was set back down in Tex's own little hideout she could barely keep her eyes open. The vertigo made her incredibly sick and the adrenalin was wearing off making her slip back into unconsciousness.

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Violet had hoped to find a cave or something above a sheltered bay. Someplace that had a view or close to a place with a view of the ocean. That way it would be possible to keep an eye out for boats. As they would likely be the only source of rescue or escape. But hearing Evan, Violet is embarrassed to realize she failed to consider how potentially violent storms could be. There are ways to determine the height of 'normal' tides and Violet was sure she could place camp safely away from them. However, storm surge was nearly impossible to predict without complex computer models.

Violet is so distracted by her own thoughts, she almost missed seeing the flint while following Taurus. Violet notes the location so she return soon.

Violet looks around the clearing, the water, the sheltering rocks and trees, the bamboo. The bamboo especially would make ideal material for building a shelter and tools. It was nearly perfect but for one small thing.

Violet again approaches Taurus and makes sure to get his attention. "Thank you so much Big guy. But before we can really accept this generous gift we need one more favor from you. Will you promise to never tell or lead the guards here to us? If you agree I will owe you and I be sure to repay that debt in some fashion."

Violet scratches at some of mud drying on her. She wants to wash it off in the water but this is much more important.

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Character Portrait: Amy Amy says,
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Amy moves to her knees on the sand and shakes her head to clear it. What happened? She looks around herself, trying to get oriented, willing her memory to come into focus. She sees the remains of her ship nearby. That's right, she thinks. She'd been on her way to visit an old friend--using boat, because why not?--when a freak storm had risen out of nowhere, running the ship aground out here in the middle of nowhere.

Instantly, Amy panics. She's been traveling totally alone. In fact, she didn't tell anyone she was leaving on her trip--not even the friend she was going to visit. She's been living alone for years, checking in with her parents by phone once a week or so. Often over the years she's often had that thought that were something to happen to her, it would be days or even weeks before anyone noticed. How would she get help all the way out here? All of her belongings were gone, including her phone. Unlikely that there was cell service here anyway.

She put a hand on her forehead, covering her eyes, and took some deep breaths, conscious of how quickly her heart was beating. The panic was rising. She had to do something

Amy stood, putting one shaky foot in front of the other, and decided that the best thing she could do was explore her surroundings. Maybe there was a ranger station or some way she could get back to civilization. She started walking.

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Character Portrait: Amy Amy says,
 “ Hello? Is anyone here? ”

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Amy listens, but hears only the ocean and the wind. Maybe a bird. Some sort of warthog grunting. A low growl. Nothing concerni---

Wait, what? She freezes, panic welling up again. She's not a runner. In fact, she always used to joke that if she and another person were being chased by a lion, she'd take one for the team. She never intended that joke to become reality.

She holds completely still, listening hard. There are, in fact, a lot of strange sounds coming through the air from all directions, but none seem close to her. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply for five counts, and then decides this must be relatively normal for a jungle island, and sets off walking again.

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After what seems like eternity--walking in sand is HARD! And it's hot, and holy cow the mosquitos are big--Amy crests the hill at the top of the beach. She stops to catch her breath and looks around. To the north, the jungle looks impassibly thick, but to the south, it looks like---

Could it be? Or is it just a mirage? Amy squints, hating her contacts and glad she always keeps her glasses on her, so those, at least, weren't lost in the shipwreck. Still, she can't put them on until she can take out her contacts, which she can't do here. So squinting it is. Stupid prescription. It'd be nice if she had, like, a billion eyes, so if one went bad the others would be fine. She smiles at the thought.

Yes, it is. A building in the distance to the south. Feeling her spirits boosted by the possibility of safety--and a bathroom--Amy sets off with renewed speed in the direction of the facility.

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Amy is so happy about finding what looks like civilization that she stops paying attention to her feet. Suddenly, she trips over...something? She falls heavily, cracking her head against the ground hard enough to black out.

When she wakes up, she's in a sterile hospital room. Her left arm hurts like it has been jabbed with something. She hopes she didn't get some sort of jungle vaccine---she's always reacted poorly to vaccines. She rubs her arm, feeling nervous, and looks around for someone to explain this place.

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Character Portrait: Amy Amy says,
 “ Hello? Anyone? I need some help here, and some answers! ”

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The Island by Aramay

The Island is a beautiful paradise that many would almost kill to spend a day walking on the warm sand, swimming in the crystal clear water or checking out the spectacular view from the tallest cliffs.

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The Beach and dock by Aramay

The beach is made up of white sands which sprawls out around the entire island. There's only one dock left intact to the Southeast. Its rare to see a boat enter, and almost never leaves.

The Facility

The Facility by Aramay

Hidden deep within the thicker parts of the foliage. This is where the new arrivals, the subjects, wake up.

The Island

The Island is a beautiful paradise that many would almost kill to spend a day walking on the warm sand, swimming in the crystal clear water or checking out the spectacular view from the tallest cliffs.

The Facility

Hidden deep within the thicker parts of the foliage. This is where the new arrivals, the subjects, wake up.

The Beach and dock

The beach is made up of white sands which sprawls out around the entire island. There's only one dock left intact to the Southeast. Its rare to see a boat enter, and almost never leaves.

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