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Zilla Levina

Once outgoing and happy, Now silent and secretive.

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a character in “Facility”, originally authored by nekomenace, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Zilla Levina

Aliases: Zilly

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Face Claim: Selena Gomez

Extra physical info: Pale skinned, her eyes seem slightly clouded and dark due to her ability. She is fairly skinny and tall and has a faint scar arching from her left shoulder to her right hip across her back, due to an accident in her past.

Power: Lightning shadow. She takes on a shadow like form that crackles with electricity currently at random times, causing her agonizing pain till she can control it. It feeds off of her fear and hatred and becomes more powerful with this. When in this state currently she has no rational thought, she just goes on a path of destruction due to the overwhelming fear and darkness clouding her mind.

If she is to control this power it will allow her to use it in varying ways dependent upon the control she has over it, with three distinct abilities from this power.

1- It would allow her to travel through electrical currents and release electrical charges of varying power, at first able to do simple things such as cause light-bulbs to pop and shatter to being able to touch a person and deliver fatal electrical shocks through their body. Though this takes much discipline to master.

2- Her shadows would allow her to hide within people and objects shadows without being seen, whilst simple and easy to do with some control, it is hard to maintain and until fully mastered she must completely leave a shadow before entering another. Once this has been mastered though she will be able to slip from shadow to shadow within mere seconds allowing her to move using anyone within the facilities shadows with ease.

3- With extreme discipline and mastery she can willingly connect her shadow for to a persons mind, not controlling them but allowing her to speak into their mind and attempt to manipulate them by echoing her own thoughts and desires to them. If a person is aware that she is in their mind they can force her out, meaning that she cant say anything into their mind till they let their guard down again.

Whilst she can use all three of these ability's without mastering them or controlling her state, it is unlikely for them to be effective, and any use of them will be weak or short lived.

As she masters her powers it lessens the time that she can use her shadow form. This means that the more advanced power she uses the less time she can spend in her shadow form, meaning that if she were to use a fatal attack with her electric she would quickly return to her normal state again.

Her power can be held back and kept in control through using a distinct electrical pulse, either within her cell or through bands around her wrists and neck that stop her power from being able to emerge. These pulses are painless and unnoticeable and will not cause harm or effect anyone else, but help release small bursts of her power or restrain it so that she does not lose control.

Personality: Due to the darkness of her ability clouding her mind she can become paranoid of those around her, but she tends to be very calm and quiet. She will only speak to people who speak to her first and will sometimes mutter to herself to try and ease her own fears. Whilst she can be outgoing and kind it would take someone a lot of time gaining her trust and friendship to get her to open up to them, and she does not like to divulge information about herself to others. She will often quietly go along with her own business with the fear of her own power guiding her to keep away from those she does not trust herself around.

Biography: Having grown up with her older sister after her parents passed away in a tragic accident, Zilly pushed herself to be outgoing and friendly liked by many people and looking towards a happy and fun filled life. She moved out on her own after her 18th birthday into a small farm estate where she tended to animals and held events for scout groups and charity's and other such things whilst trying to acquire the funding needed to travel the world like she wanted to.

It was on a stormy night whilst she was locking up some of the outside buildings that her entire life changed. After locking the final door she turned to go back to the house as a burning pain shot through her body. The next thing she knew the world was dark and she was out by one of the smaller barns, the area around her destroyed and there was a group of strange figures around her. As her form returned to normal all she remembered was seeing these strange figures blurred and dark against the storm sky before her eyes closed, waking again in the facility that she now must call home.

Likes: Animals, Walks in the rain, Listening to gentle music and being held close in silence by someone she trusts

Dislikes: Thunder storms, Being left in the dark and people trying to force her to talk about her past.

Strengths: She is kind and compassionate when her normal self. Has some basic self defense knowledge, namely the use of pressure points to disarm people, Very good at controlling a wide range of animals due to her work with them and her interest in studying them.

Weaknesses: Her own fears of losing herself to her darkness, When in control she is unable to bring herself to harm others unless she is in a position where she has no other choice and it is her last resort.

Fears: She is scared of the darkness of her own powers consuming her and making her lose herself, Being left alone in darkness for extended periods of time, being outside during thunder and lighting storms.

So begins...

Zilla Levina's Story

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Cells are arranged in long rows consisting of one hundred a line. The first two numbers in an ID is the row number. Odds are for males, evens for females. Row 11 faces row 12, row 13 faces row 14, et cetera. The last two numbers are the cell's placement in that row. For example, cells 1111 and 1211 are directly across from one another. Unless a Powered requires it for the safety of everyone in the Facility, cells are not soundproof. They can be communicated across unless preventative measures are taken. All cells are adaptive. Visibility is a privilege. All cells are able to be moved by a large crane hidden in the shadows over everyone's heads, almost like an elaborate warehouse. The facility is invariably painted bright white and is very very well lit under the level of the lights. Again, this can change depending on the needs of an inmate's keeping.

Meals are given twice daily, sedation by various means whenever the previous dose is half an hour from running out. The most common method is a gas vent in the ceiling. Some Powered require tranq shots or some other method. Unless otherwise required, each cell has a simple cot, sink, shower spigot, and powdered disinfectant dispersal system. Emergency methods are in place for every inmate.

Any polymers used are clear, tintable, and able to be manipulated in a variety of ways. They are insanely resilient, nearly impossible for even a Powered to go through. Any other materials are treated to be more than strong enough to handle what it will receive from any side.

Matthew Wilson's cell is constructed of polymers. It's kept colder than most, but not unbearably so. Emergency measure: A sudden drop in temperature to below freezing and water vapour dispersal.

Roald Hartford's cell is constructed of polymers. It's just large enough to keep any large forms he may shift into contained, if uncomfortably so and to the damage of all interior features. Emergency measure: gas grenades of varying strengths depending on the size of his form.

Wayland Smith has been assigned ID number 1337. His cell is constructed of non-flammable, conductive polymers. Below the floor is a matrix which is able to send up electricity. Emergency measure: Activate said matrix and keep active until cell is able to be moved away.

Persephone Nyx has been assigned ID number 1441. Her cell is constructed of Gypsum boards with Rockwood insulation. Only one side is constructed of polymers, and upon any sort of heating up the cell will begin to take on water. All items inside are flame retardant, scrubs included. A thin film of water is kept on the floor. Emergency measure: Flood cell.

Cassandra Hall has been assigned ID number 1434. Her cell is constructed of polymers and has a thin film of water on the floor. Emergency measure: One shot gas grenade, flood cell.

Zilla Levina has been assigned ID number 2218. Her cell is constructed of insulation coated by conductive polymers, through which a pulsing current runs through. Emergency measure: Tazer, gas grenade.

Welcome to the Facility.

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Cassandra Hall
"I miss the sky, the rain, the sun...I miss it all."






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"Walls, floor, ceiling. Walls, floor, Ceiling. Walls, floor, wall, ceiling, wall, floor." Andy Hall sat in the corner of her cell, number 1434, bare feet shuffling back and forth in the small film of water along the floor. A shiver went through her body, hands tugging through her hair as she moved towards the entrance of the cell, standing to her full height. For two years it had been this same thing every morning, "Walls, floor, ceiling. Walls, floor, ceiling." Her head snapped up as a new voice rung in her ears, eyes flicking around. Most were starting to wake, the sleep cycle was over and it was stimulated to feel like morning, though Andy could never tell.

"Walls, floor, ceiling...Voice. Voice. New voice..." There was a small pause as her dilated eyes blinked back to normal. "Hello?" Andy called out hesitantly. She started twitching again, pupils going wide as she continued her muttering. "Walls, floor, ceiling. Walls, floor, Ceiling. Walls, floor, wall, ceiling, wall, floor." Her stomach growled in hunger and she could feel the fluidity of her muscles starting to return as her sleep tranquilizers started to wear off. This feeling of returned control made her feel wonderfully back in control, though it wouldn't be long until a personnel came and gave her another sedative.

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Persephone stared at her wall, wishing flames would appear. She couldn't stand it. Her mother had always told her she was special, and that she had a will to live. But now, being 'special' put her in a cell. She looked around her room and began muttering curses under her breath. When she had woken up, she aced all over. Now, she was just mad. Her food had arrived, but she has not touchen it. She had taken her sedative, but nothing else. She was careful of the floor.

Arrogance. She thought to herself when she had seen the water.

They knew her strengths, weaknesses.... it killed her. She wanted her fiancΓ©, her mom, her sister, and her kindergarten class.

Goodness, they have a new teacher now. She thought. She kicked the bed and sat down again, trying her best to set herself on fire.

Sadly, she could not.

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Having covered her ears to block out the shouting Zilla continued to mutter to herself, "Its ok, the darkness can't get you, it cant hurt you, it's ok." She repeated this over and over to herself praying for all to fall quiet. Praying for all to fall into the silence she needed, no more fears, no more worries all she wished for was silence.

She hardly registered the man delivering her food until he banged on the door, waiting for her to take her pills. Taking up the tray she retreated back to her bed swallowing them without further question before eating hungrily, trying to ignore the voices of the others.

Feeling the darkness inside her feed upon her fears.. Feeling it trying desperately to scrabble free as she ate she reached breaking point unable to stand it she shouted loud so all could here "QUIET" before retreating into silence herself. She hoped he others would soon settle down as she returned to hugging her knees tight. The lights in her cell flickering for a second before settling as the pulse lowers for barely a second allowing a small amount of her energy free, this settling her as the sedatives calm her further slowly helping her to relax.

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Panic, terror, fear, pain, anguish, memories he didn't want, surroundings of captivity. He was an animal in a cage. A very small, very frightening cage. The young man didn't know why he was here. All he knew was that he needed out. Though he was breathing fast, he was suffocating on his own anxiety. It was as if there was no oxygen. Tiny space, no air, no breathing. Too little air to scream, to speak, to live. Yet he did anyway. He begged for help as loud as he was able, slamming hit after hit against tinted walls. They sounded thick. They sounded stifling. Get help, get out, get free, don't breathe, don't speak, breathe, scream and bellow for help, go, run, escape the unknown area.

Yet somehow, he was able to register a voice from the other side of his prison. It was a lifeline. It was safety. Ro's breath caught in his throat, cutting off his shrieks to send him stumbling to the wall it came from. He pressed his palms desperately against it, tried to force it down with his will alone. Leaning on it kept him standing. His knees wouldn't have supported his weight if he hadn't. As it was, everything was faint. His ears still rang with stubborn alarm bells. His head swam with the adrenaline fear had given him. All he was consciously aware of was terror and the voice on the other side of this wall. The sedating gas hissing into his cell escaped all notice.

"P-Please, I dunnae know where I am," bubbled Roald's voice, far softer now. It was foreign even to the student in this situation. It was too loud and sudden. Yet is was the only way he would be able to communicate with this saviour phantom. "I'm jus' a student, I attend Edinburgh Napier University, major in cinematography, I'm no one, nothin' special, please, wh-why'm I here?!"

A startled yelp tore from him again at a beep from the wall to his left, followed by a resounding shout of "Quiet.". It was enough to send him sliding to the ground. Nonetheless, he clung to this one special wall the best he could, shaky hands making sure his lifeline was still there. Anything could come from that sound... yet all that materialised was a tray with food, pills, and a plastic cup of water. "Meds," barked a voice from outside, but Ro couldn't bring himself to leave his current spot. He didn't take any medication other than vitamins. There was nothing wrong with him. Just a student. Just a student. No one special. Nothing special at all.

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Valen sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed listening to the snippets of conversation from other inmates. He could hear the grief and weariness in their voices, there were some who has been there longer then him. Yet he doubted they felt how he did, to have the one who had caused so much pain in his heart be torn from his grasp before the killing blow could be delivered. It was infuriating, nothing in the world seemed more justified to him then the right to take the life of one who had wronged you.

His eyes fluttered open, a staff of the Facility said, "Meds," the slot in the door opened and a tray with food and pills slid in. Before he could take the tray he had to make a point of putting the pills in his mouth and pretending to swallow, satisfied the man went on completing his rounds. There may of been little to no available darkness in the cell, but there was darkness within his body, where no light could touch. He manipulated the shadows within him, making them destroy the pill completely. For a month now he had not been taking his pills, they were made to stunt his capacity for hatred, to keep him weak. Valen did not accept that, hatred and darkness were his greatest source of strengths, they had already robbed him of his nightly domain, they would not calm his hatred.

He picked at his food, trying to eat it but it simply did not taste the same, over the past year Valen had noticed how food did not fill him up anymore. Could it be a development of his abilities? Whatever it was he decided he was done eating and tossed the rest of the food in the toilet and flushed it away. He stood with his back too the wall and listened throughout the cells for activity, there was another there whose abilities were related to darkness. Unlike him though, she seemed to be in constant fear of the darkness within her taking over. It had been to late for Valen, darkness held a strong grasp on him from a young age, he recognized it as futile to fight ones nature.

"Its ok, the darkness can't get you, it cant hurt you, it's okay." The girl whispered to herself, Valen's senses were far stronger then an average humans, through these walls he could hear many conversations between inmates. "QUIET!" she shrieked, her misery was strong, yet she did not understand the call of True Darkness. "Its okay," he said through the wall, hoping his voice would at least reach her, "you may fear your abilities now, but you are stronger, far stronger then any human could ever hope to be." Suddenly the lights flickered, it was for only a few seconds but it came as no surprise, his room had a lot of power diverted to it to keep the lights going at a constant. The few moments of darkness was enough, enough for him to speak one message to the inmates there, one only they would hear. "Soon my brothers and sisters... soon these chains that bind us will weaken. We WILL escape, they will know our fury..." the power the darkness gave him was spent, he could not continue the message. The ability was fairly simple, the few seconds of darkness in his cell provided a link to the rest of the darkness in the facility, but it was a gamble; he had no idea how far his voice would truly reach.
Hopefully it went far enough, to at least make it known to the still defiant there that they were not so alone. That would keep some of them from giving up, he would need as many allies as he could when the time to wreak havoc upon their captors.

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She lifted her head up slightly at the sound of someone speaking to her, someone else who seemed to understand the darkness or at least how it made her feel. The voice told her she was stronger, stronger than her darkness, something she wanted to believe but just couldn't yet. Nevertheless she was grateful for the persons voice placing a hand on the wall from which it came through, clinging to those words to give her hope and confidence.

It was at this moment she heard something that took her attention away from the noise, her shout having done nothing to quieten people. The word "escape." Had she heard it correctly? The person on the other side of the wall had said that they would escape. She didn't know or understand how that was possible, nor did she want to think about the consequences of failure after the previous announcement. Yet that one small word stuck to her mind over everything else, giving her new hope, a reason to be strong.


She kept herself calm for now, telling herself not to get to worked up at the prospect of escaping She wanted to ask the man how it was possible, at least it sounded like a man. Despite wanting to know though she was held back by her fears, not having talked to anyone since she had arrived after discovering her power. Bringing herself to shout earlier only made her retreat further into herself, making it so that she couldn't talk to the person, still not trusting them. If only she could see them, be with them and let them gain her trust.

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Having hear the bangs from the cell next to her as there is a loud war cry Zilla's head shot up, backing away to the other side of her cell away from the noises. She kept focused on the wall, half expecting someone to break through even though she knew it wasn't possible. Pressing herself back against the wall she slid down it till she was sat on the floor, hugging her knees tightly. She tried to sooth herself muttering, "its fine, everything's fine, don't let the fear get you, your safe, don't let the darkness win" She continued to stare at the wall as she muttered, hearing a second loud bang that echoed down the corridors.

It was at this point that she heard the blood curdling scream form the cell. Not knowing if its just the cells defenses stopping him or if he is already facing punishment, and not wanting to know either she she curled up tighter. The scream intensifying her fears as her darkness started to overwhelm her.

At first it started to cloud her mind, making her lose focus on her surroundings. As it started to push itself free darkness started to seep from her fingertips crackling with electricity as it started to envelop her form, creeping down her hands and arms as she tried to push it back. As it creeps over her further she cries out in pain, it feeling as though her skin is tearing apart as the shadows take over.

Without warning the pulsing current intensifies in her cell forcing her shadows to retreat and her to scream in pure agony. Thankfully her shadows vanish fairly quickly, whilst causing her intense pain stopping any emergency measures being activated. As soon as the shadows have completely vanished she slumps against the wall groaning, her body aching and leaving her feeling as though she had been hit by a truck.

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Roald didn't dare to move away from the voice, not even after the revelation that the American was impossible. Fantasy or not, he was here and he was speaking to the young man. As he went on, Ro tried to learn about him. He sounded like some people Roald knew from his own school. A couple of his own friends. Hell, he could relate with a few of those problems. He'd done more than a couple all night shoots just before a project was due.

Something dawned on him. It was desperate, but maybe it was true? He had friends who could fake accents, and there were lots of sets available that he hadn't seen yet. Hell, maybe the man across from him had given him the biggest hint of all with the idea of pranking. An uneasy breath blew from barely parted lips. "If this is a joke, it's really no' funny. I want ta go see my Dad, alright? I dunnae have money to buy another ticket. I'm no' in any fraternity, nor am I interested in--"

Then came the bellow from far off. Further than was possible for any contained set on campus. Another. Then a scream of the purest agony he had ever heard. Roald's eyes misted over with the crushing realisation that this was no prank. This was very, very real, and that was no sound of a simple broken arm. That man, woman, child, maybe even animal, might have just died. Then another shriek. The Scot broke. He let out a bubbly whimper and clung to the wall as the tears started. He was terrified. More than he ever had been.

"M-Matthew, I dunnae want ta die, I-I wan-- I want ta go home," he breathed desperately. "I jus' want ta see my Dad, I j-jus'... I... want ta go home, I dunna-- I'm no' ready ta die..."

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Zilla moved onto her cot after the pain subsided somewhat, her body still aching as she pulled herself up and curled into a tight ball. She barely registered the announcements only listening to the numbers and glad when her number wasn't called. She tried to relax and take her mind of all that was happening, trying to think of somewhere happy, anything happy to ease her fears.

She listened to the commotion happening around her hearing more screams. One sounded as though it was a woman, she sounded scared as she shouted out her name "Cassandra." Though the woman's scream did not help calm her the name echoed on her head. She clung to the woman's determination to be known by her own name not a number, it wasn't fair that they had lost so much as to not even be allowed their own names. She thought to herself muttering softly "My names Zilly, I'm not just a number, I'm Zilly."

This small glimmer of hope that reminded her that she had a life outside the walls of her cell, something to stay sane for and protect from her darkness, was quickly shattered again. This time it was a scream of pure agony, followed by another then another. These screams brought a fresh wave of fear, making her panic, letting the darkness creep back towards the surface again.

Scared of losing herself and scared of the pain she knew she needed to calm down and relax, unable to calm herself she knew she didn't have much choice on what to do. She started to bang against the wall of her cell, not wanting to break it just look like she was trying to damage it. As she continued she heard the soft hiss as sedatives were pumped into her room, smiling weakly she let them take hold. She brought her fist away from the wall, the sedatives soothing the pain and numbing her mind, letting her relax as her darkness shrank away again. She only prayed she would not be punished for attempting to damage her cell, for punishment here was the only thing she feared more than the darkness now.

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As the video was played throughout the cells, the torture of the man they could all see enough to induce nightmares for weeks on end, Zilla felt like screaming. She curled up tightly covering her ears and closing her eyes, praying for the video to vanish, for it not to be true.

Whilst she could no longer see the image it was burned into her mind, the twisted grin on the prisoners face only making the image that more scary. She could see his burnt, bubbling and bleeding skin even with her eyes shut. She couldn't block out the sound of his laughter, clearly involuntary and making his torture so much worse. No matter what she did Zilla couldn't block it all out, she would never forget the sight and it would plague her mind forever.

Fear coursed through her system fueling her darkness, fueling the monster within her. She was powerless to stop it as the room around her brightened and the increasing sedatives numbed her further. This was a blessing and a curse though.

Whilst her mind was numbed of clear thoughts and her body of feeling, it only gave her less control over the darkness. It was almost as if she was handing her body over to its control. She could feel it clawing at her skin frantically trying to take over, to take control, to make her destroy all around her. But it was stopped, the light to bright it was trapped inside, clawing at her skin so close to breaking free.

Zilla's body was wracked with pain, the sedatives barely making a dent as it clawed. It was far more painful than the darkness taking over, she could feel it clawing, feeling its will to be free. With it forcibly trapped it only brought her increasing pain, her skin felt as though it was being slashed with a million razors, her mind burned caught in conflict between herself and the darkness. It was as though her two self's were fighting each-other in an endless battle. Neither could win, the darkness to strong for her true mind to keep control but the darkness unable to do anything more than force the other down and hold it there.

Tears started to stream down her cheeks, she begged for freedom, afraid of the darkness but wanting the pain to stop. She tried to shout her please but couldn't summon her voice. The conflict almost trapping her into the state of nothing more than an empty shell on the outside. Her body trembling and the tears leaving damp trails down her skin, unable to move from her current position, unable to shout, to speak, to even think.

If only it would stop, if only it would end, if only.....