I am Different

I am Different

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People have suspected the government was hiding something for as long as anyone can remember. Nobody excepted how big of a secret this is. And they aren't going to stop.

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Introduction

I am Different.


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"When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free."
-Charles Evans Hughes


People live their lives believing that certain things don't exist because our brains can't possible comprehend that such inconceivable things could happen across our humble reality. However, some things, some people are very different. If society were aware of these people then things would become chaotic. Which is, of course, why the government got involved.


Lewis County Military Base


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It has long been aware to the United States government that some mutations can occur in humans. Very serious, very dangerous mutations. The government got curious. Scientists got curious. The media got curious. An accident occurred in a nuclear power plant that was caused by a mutated being and suddenly these mutants became a very serious problem. The government created Lewis County Military Base in New York to hold all mutants for "protection." The government continued to find and kill or capture other mutants hiding amongst society. As these mutations were rare, there were only about a hundred people that they could find. As the years continued, scientist from across the world started paying considerable amounts of money to travel to this base and "run a few tests." As things got out of hand, the 'military base' transformed into a full blown research facility with gruesome experiments hiding behind the barb-wire fence disguise.

This base has the most high tech security in the world, as these are very dangerous mutants. There have only been five escapes since it was built nearly sixty years ago. Specialized cells were made underground for mutants with select abilities. considerable amounts of money has went into this military base. It is expanding as the government is now trying to train these mutants and create an army. But the mutants are starting to grow tiresome, and they want out.

This role-play will start out with the mutants kept in cells within this military base.


The Mutants


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Given is a list of different mutations. No two characters can have the same mutations. However, for example, one character could have invisibility as a minor mutation while another has camouflage as a minor mutation. You may choose two or three mutations for your character to have (or think of your own) and the mutations must be approved by myself. Be considerate of the other roleplayers and create a moderately powerful mutant. If your mutant is extremely powerful, your mutant must also have extreme weaknesses. For example, my mutant will have scales that cover her skin that act as a bulletproof armor, but is extremely flammable and may even catch fire or dry out in extremely hot temperatures. She will also have leathery bat like wings, but the wings are large and not scaled, so they are very unprotected and not built for long distance flying, but instead quick short ranges. She will also be able to change her form at will, but she can only transform into people or animals she has looked directly in the eye and mentally 'copied' their form by doing so. Three very nice mutations with some good drawbacks too. Use your imagination.


-Flight - Can come in many forms (Bat wings taken by Haas33
-Invisibility
-psychical appearance mutation (for example, the hands of a grizzly bear, or a tail, or fangs) Claws TAKEN by LonelyGHost
-Telekinesis
-Mind reading/telepathy RESERVED for sleathpanther
-Mind control RESERVED for howler_wolf
-Psychic abilities
-elemental control (choose ONE element)
-Electrical related mutations (can shoot lightning bolts, manipulate electricity, etc.)
-night vision/x-ray vision/thermal vision/lasers shoot out of eyes
-super strength TAKEN by slimmyjimjim
-super speed
-extreme flexibility
-can manipulate time
-can breath underwater/good at swimming
-sonic scream
-cloning
-force fields
-photographic memory
-extreme intelligence RESERVED for Shiki29
-teleportation TAKEN by Mr. Baneling Squishy
-think of your own you genius you.
-Blood Manipulation TAKEN by Chesire_Girl
-ShapeShifting TAKEN by Haas33/Chesire_Girl
-Create Toxins TAKEN by LonelyGhost
-Enhanced cellular regeneration TAKEN by Mr. Baneling Squishy
-Absorb energy RESERVED for Karakol
-ESP related mutations TAKEN by Sigma
-WInd manipulation TAKEN by Shané

One thing about these mutants that identifies them as mutants is their eye color. None have the standard eye color of green, blue, hazel, or brown, and if they do its an exaggerated hue of it, like neon green or bright blue. The most common mutant eye color is actually rainbow (like the image above) which makes them easy to identify.

For now, I want to have a fairly even amount of male and female characters. For that purpose, I will star off with five girls and five guys. I go by a first come first serve basis. I do not take reservations on characters unless you are in the process of making a character right now, and are worried your hard work might go to waste. I do, however , take reservations on mutations, so that other people wishing do join do not not join only to realize their mutation has already been chosen and will be used. I want to prevent confusion.

female 1/TAKEN by Haas33/Age:18
male 1/TAKEN by LonleyGhost_/Age:19
female 2/TAKEN by Shané/Age:18
male 2/OPEN/Age:18-21
female 3/TAKEN by stealthpanther/Age:20
male 3/OPEN/Age:18-21
female 4/TAKEN by Chesire_Girl/Age:14
male 4/TAKEN by Mr. Baneling Squishy/Age:12
female 5/TAKEN by slimmyjimjim/Age:17
male 5/TAKEN by Sigma/Age:15


The Rules


-Use this character skeleton unless you have a better one.
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-No god-modding don't know what that is? glad you asked. It is doing something or forcing another character to do something that they could have done differently. For example, this is what you post (you are Bob): "Bob didn't like John so he punched him in the face. "you wimp. Run home to your mommy," Bob said. John got up and ran away crying." The character of John didn't have a choice to do something else. This is god-modding

-reservations last 24 hours or, this can be extended if you ask for more time

-I want at least one 7 sentence paragraph per post. I definitely prefer more.

- Unless you have a character sheet that is more detailed, follow my character sheet or I will not accept your character. However, one picture is required (you don't have to fill all the other picture/gif spots) although it is preferred

-This is a mature Role-play. Let me define what I mean. Yes, I allow sex, drugs, violence, etc. But you should also act mature. I don't want to hear you writing a three paragraph description of a sex scene. this is a role-play, not porn... So act mature.

-Roleplay slowing down? Nobody posting? That means you should post. Please don't let this die.

-ideas? pm me. Questions? Concerns? Pm me. But don't Pm me for reservations

-Try to post once a day. If you can't tell me in the OOC

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Character Portrait: Aria Strike

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Aria Strike


Aria sat cross legged on the hard slab they called a bed that jutted out from the wall, casually picking at her nails. She knew they'd be coming for her soon, and she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her scared. It was something about fire-proofing her scales. Which inevitably meant they'd set her on fire and she'd spend the next week trying to recover, which was regrettably painful and also unavoidable since these scientists aren't what they are cracked up to be. She sighed impatiently and stretched out her wings, needing to move around, do something, while she still could.

Her cell was in the center of it all, because all of her walls were made of thick glass that supposedly withstands anything. She hasn't broken it yet, so she guessed the people might actually know what they are doing. A useless attempt, but Aria suddenly wheeled around and focused all her energy into punching the glass. Not even a crack, and her hand stung with pain. She constantly felt like a zoo exhibit, even for the other mutants because everyone could see everything. There was no privacy for her at all. In fact just now she spotted someone staring blankly at her from inside their own cell. She gave a wry smile and a wink before turning away.

She could see two scientists walking down the hall, four guards in tow, clipboard and needle in hand. Sighing, she got up and walked to the glass door, prepared to meet her fate. However, the group stopped at a different cell, and a different mutant was carried out, knocked unconscious. She frowned in confusion but soon realized two guards stood in front of her door. A series of numbers was typed before she heard the metallic click and the door slid open. She watched in wonder as the two men stepped into the doorway of the cell, almost afraid to go any farther.

"Hey scales. You've been assigned to special training." he said unenthusiastically. Aria's mouth dropped open in shock but she quickly recovered.

"Now."

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Character Portrait: Iziah Arrow Clark

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Iziah Arrow Clark

Iziah felt weak and sick in the UV floodlights they had put on him while they brought him to the "Playground", as they had been calling it for him. One of the guards had let it sleep he is probably the youngest one there. The UV lights were to keep him weak, so he couldn't teleport while they moved him. Even if they believed he could only teleport to anyplace he saw, and not around any area he had studied extensively like he had been hiding from them, they were still annoyingly cautious.

The Room he was in had a lot of tools and testing equipment. Some of it was standard, other things...only used here probably, for mutants. One of the scientists aproached him, and told him to strip all his clothes off. That only meant one of two things. Either A: Something painful and destructive would be subjected to him to test his regeneration ability, like making him stand near an explosive and then setting it off, or setting him on fire, or trapping him in a water tank with sharks. That last one he hated more then the others.

The second option was that they were about to remove an organ from his body. His regenerative abilities tended to kick in and grow him a new one before he died, but regrowing an entire organ instead of just healing it caused enough pain to send him into a mini coma.

Neither option was entertaining. But if they didn't, they would put UV floodlights on him for a week. He knew they would, they had the last time he defied them. And he couldn't risk that, not when he felt like escape was so close. All he needed is the right timing. He needed time to gather his strength, not under UV lights, and in a situation where he can make some distance before someone notices he is gone and raises the alarms. So he complied, partially because if it was option one, and his clothes got destroyed, he didn't want to have to walk naked back to his cell. However, he did secretly want to kill them all later. Whether he ever acted on it though, would be determined later.

They brought him to the testing ground. He supposed it was better then the other option. Organ removal generally wasn't pleasant, and sometimes they kept him awake for the first part, see how long before he passed out.

Of course, this was before they set him on fire again.

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Character Portrait: Druggie

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Druggie


Druggie woke up and found herself staring into her own reflection of the glass wall that made up her cell she didn't recognize her own face her hair was matted and messy her eyes had bags that had their own bags. Everything in her mind was foggy and she couldn't remember the past few weeks and could recall what day it was or even if it was morning or evening. Somehow none of it mattered, as now a slot in the glass was being opened and a single clear pill on a silver platter was shoved through. Druggie picked up the pill and swallowed it, the effects were immediate and she felt the numbness wash over her and it felt so good.

At first Druggie took her pills because she knew she would be punished and forced to take them but now she took them because it numbed the pain of whatever procedures came next. She felt herself being lead out of her cell and to somewhere the felt very far away, everything came in flashes she saw needles, a surgical mask something red. Was it blood? Things just kinda blurred together and none of it made any sense, all she kept hearing was laughter in her head over and over again.

Next thing she knew there was a pain that bit threw the pain killing drugs and her inhuman pain tolerance, not only that it was growing but it was growing. She looked down trying to find the source of the agonizing pain blood dripped from her nose as she what seemed like hundreds of needles puncturing the skin of her hands. The worst part was if she moved the pain would shoot up her arms searing her nerves and causing torturous amounts of pain. She wished it would stop and would give anything to make it, but it kept getting worse and worse almost passing out from the pain only to be jolted away by more drugs and put through it all over again.

When it was over, Druggie found herself on the floor of her cell so she just lay there unable to move or speak, her lips felt dry and she forgot what her name was it all seemed so far away. Her clothes were filthy with her own blood and sweat but she didn't care, the bandages around her hands didn't help the fierce heat that overtook them. And just when she had about enough of it all and was about to explode the slot in her door opened and a silver platter was pushed through with one clear pill resting on it, and she smiled.

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Character Portrait: Reyna Wynter

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Her world was black and white, from the muted gray and black colors of the cell, to the starchy white clothing on her body. Glossy red liquid stood out against everything in stark contrast to the ugly prism Reyna had retreated to in her mind. She stared at her hands in horror, her brain attempting to refocus and line up the shaky images; attempting to restore the innocence of a girl whose worst crime used to be eating cookies before dinner. The other mutant lay opposite of her; Reyna had retreated to the farthest corner after the test, his screams of mercy still rang in her mind and slowly her hands went from in front of her to clutching her skull, her blue eyes changing to a crimson that matched the blood.

"Come on Kitten, it's time to leave." A newer nickname her scientists (not to be confused with the possessive tense, in fact, it was quite the opposite. They owned her) had taken to calling her ever since they discovered that Bloody Mary was bad luck and in fact, quite real. It only took one to lift Reyna from the corner and yet three entered the dank room that smelled of iron. "She's anemic," one observed as Reyna was lowered onto the stretcher. She curled onto her side and held out her hands as one carefully wrapped the gloves around her delicate and slender fingers. This was more of a physiological method than any for Reyna didn't need her hands or ligaments to manipulate, she simply needed to think.

In small bursts color returned as they wheeled her out of the awful room and towards the infirmary where they would hook her port up to an iron supplement. Her stomach growled and all Reyna really wanted was a warm shower and a bowl of soup. Of course there would be no shower or food until after all the tests were complete and despite the growl in her stomach and how loud and prominent it was, all they would give her was IV fluid and maybe a cup of water to qualm the pangs.

The doctor arrived shortly after them and began to hook up an abundance of tubes to the port in her chest, it was a small round device that went directly to her heart to ensure that Reyna couldn't pull it out, not that she could with the gloves on anyways. When they had tried regular IV's and picclines, Reyna had used her blood manipulation to push them out almost instantly, thus leading them to put in a port.

The feeling of cold fluid rushing straight to her heart was enough to bring the girl out of her state of shock. She sat upright, fully aware and attempted to take the tubes out. Instantly a set of hands came down on top of hers and guided them away, the iron supplement was almost finished and when the flusher that came after ran out she would be whisked away to yet another test. "Now, now, Kitten it's almost done. Then we can take you to the next assignment. You've been chosen for special training." Unsure as to what this meant, Reyna leaned back against the gurney that had now been put into an upright position.

"Does that mean I can eat now?" She questioned, drawing giggles from the scientist and two guards that had been tasked with watching over her. The bag emptied and with no answer to her question, Reyna was taken to the next test.

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Character Portrait: Azuma Shuuta

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Normally, a person would be pleased with receiving living quarters, food, water and a roof over their head at no cost. However, this wasn't a normal situation. This place wasn't some sanctuary, some commonplace for the lucky. It's a hospital for the broken. Rather, hospital where people become broken would be more apt of a description. That being said, Azuma considered himself one of the lucky ones. Well, as lucky as one could be given the current circumstances. Most of the others were required to endure unimaginable amounts of pain, poking and prodding of needles and knives. He never spoke much to the others, but he knew this much. How did he know this? One of his two abilities is known as Astral Projection, an extrasensory perception ability. Thanks to that ability, he was able to move his consciousness through areas of the base during the times he was locked in his cell. It was at those times he was able to see the happenings of others. Originally, he used it as a means of searching for an escape, he still does, but the security is tight and it would be difficult. In the end he used it as a means of passing time.

That was exactly what he was doing now. His turn at the experimentation wasn't until a while longer, so he killed some time. While his physical body was lying down on a sorry excuse for a bed, his mind was wondering the halls, occasionally peeking through the doors, literally through them, and watching what went down. From fire, to ice, to needles, to blades, he's seen much of what the facility had to offer. But still no way of making an escape.

After a bit more exploring the familiar areas, he returned to his physical body. Nothing new as usual, so he went back to his usual routine. Propping open a book, which he had to persistently ask for, and placing it face-up on the ground, getting down on his hands, face in front of the book, he began to do push-ups while he read.While he wasn't the best when it came to physical combat, Azuma believed that having a physically fit body was important, especially if he wanted to escape this hellhole. As such, he trained himself. While he was doing his push-ups, his eyes flashed a deep crimson. Of course, they always did that every few seconds or so. It was his second ability, a passive one, precognition. This ability allowed him to see 5-10 seconds into the future and is always active. Thanks to his ability, he saw the guards coming several seconds before they really would. With a sigh, he picked up his book and placed in down on his bed. After doing so he moved over to the wall opposite the opening glass and leaned against it, crossing his arms.

As if on cue, the glass had slid open to allow a pair of guards step in. "Oi, Esper. It's time." One of the guards said, obviously displeased with his job. Azuma glared at the guard, but just scoffed. He repeatedly told the guards to refer to him as Zero, but they always laughed at it. Instwad of the requested name, they constantly referred to him as Esper as his mutations were both related to ESP. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes shifted from red to blue once again. This time he saw them in the halls, taking a different route than usual. "There's a change of plans today?" He asked, slightly grinning. "I don't suppose it's for a party to celebrate my release back into the world, is it?" The other guard snorted. "Funny, but no. There's something different going on today. You'll be doing different stuff than usual. Now let's go." The guard replied, obviously not wanting to continue the conversation. With a sigh, Azuma followed the guards out. A change is something that doesn't happen often here. At least, not that he's seen. It could be a new implement of torture for him, or perhaps they were going to kill him. Though, if those were happening, he'd know. In the end, he was curious as to what awaits him today.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Azuma Shuuta

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Ember stared out of the glass silently observing the usual procedures of the facility. Her gloved hands were placed neatly in her lap as she sat on the edge of the slab in her room. She watched the usual struggles of mutants failing to realise it was pointless.
She'd long since got past that stage. It hadn't been a quick process but after a few months of consistent torture she'd given up and learned to accept her lot. It had been a while since they'd physically forced her to do something, now she just complied, which had given her an infamous reputation. Ember would have grimaced at this thought, if she'd been able to move mouth. This was one of the few things she had put up a long good fight for- the awful metallic mask. It prevented her opening her mouth, thereby saving the guards until they had time to play with her gift.

Ember tried not to think of the other thing she'd struggled for and failed.

Out of all the mutants in the facility, Ember felt she was the most alone. For her it was not a us and them feeling. Yes, she was a mutant, but she'd killed many of them and after that no one in their right mind wanted to be near her. Ember told herself she didn't care, and did a darn good job of showing it. There was no point in self-pity, everyone here had their struggles. And so she lived, or should she put it: survived.

Just like so many today, soon she'd be taken to her 'training'. Since her submission they'd realised she would be more useful if trained. None of them dared assume she wouldn't take out one of them out if she had the chance, but she had made the perfect threat and executioner.

There was a few options for her training today. Possibly she'd be put another stupid maze again and timed to see how well she could use the air to move faster. If she'd had the chance she would have told them to give up- she didn't have the reflexes to stop herself from smashing into walls. Really that ability was only useful in long stretches of open areas. The other option was another silence test. Make her practice silencing all sorts of noises and people. To honest, this one was rather fun. That was when she succeeded. Until then it just gave Ember splitting headaches as she couldn't stand the high decibel sounds.
And then there was her least favourite. Which she refused to think about.

Suddenly two guards appeared peering in through the glass at her. She eyed the younger one. He obviously hadn't been here before. Or at the very least she hadn't met him.

"So this is our Wraith." The older one droned to the younger one.

The young man leaned in closer to get a better look, before raising an eyebrow.

"She doesn't look like much. You're telling me she's responsible for the cadavers last week?"

Ember saw red, and her eyes followed suit. The younger one stepped back a few paces.

"Pretty eyes eh?" The other guard chuckled as he entered the pin for her room, before turning back to Ember. "Right you know the drill, follow on behind."

As the door opened, Ember padded forward on her bare feet following the guards down the corridor. After that the guards simply ignored her, continuing their conversation.

"So today basically we are going to show you how to get info you want out of em." The guard jerked a thumb at Ember without so much glancing at her. "Wraith's been useful in that respect, as I was telling you before she got the knack for getting em to speak, little traitor. All the others seem to group together, you know, being the same kind of animals I suppose. Her? She's a lone ranger."

Ember's irises melted to light grey before quickly returning to black. So it was to be the worst kind of test. Typical.
As they walked past a young boy with piercing blue eyes, Ember saw his irises turned to red. Her eyes widened slightly, so she was not the only one with colour-changing irises. Then as they returned back to blue, Ember carefully replaced her neutral mask. Normally she made a point to ignore specifics about people. It made it easier. Now she carefully avoided his eyes. At the very least he'd probably know somewhat of some of the deaths she was responsible for, at worst he could be the next one.

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Character Portrait: Aria Strike Character Portrait: Juniper  Powell

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Sitting alone in what she knew now to be a cell, a young woman let her eyes stare out across from her, seeing nothing but an empty darkness, the same darkness she saw every day for as long as she could remember. Even before she had memories, she had the blackness. For her, the world was a combination of sounds, smells, textures, feelings, and tastes. The place she was in had a very clean scent, almost unnaturally so. Her minimal furnishings were firm and uncomfortable, onlty the bed holding any sort of softness. Her pillow was the softest thing in her room, and the blanket the warmest possession afforded her besides the clothes on her back.

She failed to see the smile and wink from her neighbor in the cell across her own, and thus continued to stare ahead without any sign of stopping. She remained silent, but in her mind she hoped someone would walk close enough to read, close enough to catch a glimpse of her world she would otherwise never see. She was met with nothing, and she leaned back on her cot and sighed, awaiting another day of tests, mediocre food, and taunts.

Juniper sat up a bit not three minutes later, hearing the distant sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway. She felt hopeful, wondering if they forgot to wear the special lead helmets by any stroke of luck? Counting the rhythm in her mind, she picked out six sets of feet. Focusing and listening to the sounds, searching her 'bubble of awareness' as she called it, Juniper caught a faint glimpse of a unconscious mutant being carried out by what sounded like the guards she heard. Quickly as it came, the vision was gone, the minds out of her reach once again.

Leaning back as the brief interruption passed, Juniper soon resumed her upright, curious posture as a new pair of footsteps reached her ears. IT didn't seem like her scheduled testing time, causing her to go tense and try fruitlessly to glance around for answers.

"Hey Scales..."

Juniper heard the voice clearly, quickly searching fo it's source and finally pinpointing the location. The mind was another guard, and they were looking at a young woman in the cell across from hers. Scales? What were scales? Juniper hoped to get a better look, but suddenly her own visage met her mind's eye, the voice snapping at her.

"The hell you looking at mole?"

"You forgot to wear the helmet."

Juniper got a sudden glance at a second guard, only to see him hand her current subject a special helmet of lead before blackness swallowed her again.

"C'mon mole, got something special today." barked a third voice, the beeping of the keypad followed up by the smooth sliding of her door. Juniper flinched when she felt a strong pair of arms grab her, tugging her along.

She had half a mind to fight, but the telepath decided to save her strength for now. She already was at a disadvantage. As she was led out, the silent prisoner attempted another 'scan' to try and gain some insight into the unexpected situation, she slipped inside the mind of who she assumed was 'scales' based on how the vision her host was seeing were the guards she saw seconds ago. Instead of the host leaving her effective range, Juniper fond her 'gaze' was never too far, seemingly following the companion across from her cell.

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Character Portrait: Jackson Benoît

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Jackson sighed as he saw the guards coming to his room. He didn't resist, he knew he would lose, mentally telling himself that one day this place would burn. He would poison them and they would suffer as they watched their own skin begin to die. Watch their blood clot. Watch them react to a hallucinated world. Torture them as they lay paralyzed. But that was for another day. Today was his day to suffer.

He was led to a room with a cold metal table with various restraints placed where the legs and wrist would be. The doctors watched on with cold, greedy eyes as he was restrained. Here lies the newest drug, the anti-venom that would save someones life. Their paycheck. They silently began to collect his venom. Insert claw into container. Press on venom gland. Repeat until done. To them he was just another specimen. Jackson strained against his bonds; a futile effort. The reinforced restraints refusing to so much as budge. He relaxed, letting them do their work.

The world spun as Jackson closed his eyes. He was currently strapped against a table so the doctors could safely collect his venom. He probably had it better than most other people in the facility as far as pain goes but this was exhausting. Everyone once in a while some pharmaceutical company would send doctors to collect venom to produce anti-venoms or work on new drugs. The problem of this being that a venom is made of proteins that your body must replenish, think of running a football field at top speed, against your will mind you, until you drop. So far he had convinced the scientist that he was only capable of producing more common venoms, saying his body just wasn't able to make a protein that the human body of completely unfamiliar with. Of course that's a life. More of a half-truth. More complex venoms were well within possibility, they simply took longer to make and used quite a bit more energy.

By the time they were done Jackson was limp, his world a maelstrom. Up became done became right became up again. In nature, venomous animals don't use all their venom. Of course this isn't nature so they took ALL of his venom. The guards undid the restraints and promptly drug him back to his cell, throwing him inside it. He rolled when he hit the floor before landing on his back to look at the ceiling. He didn't look at the occupants of the rooms near his. Darkness creeped into the edge of his vision, quickly turning his world black.

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Character Portrait: Druggie

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Druggie





In the corner of the room sat Druggie in the middle of the room sat vomit at the door three guards were walking in two of them grabbing Druggie by the arms and pulling her forcefully to her feet the other staying behind to clean up the mess. Druggie knew what came next they would punish her like a bad dog for what she had done this meant she would get the hose. One of the guards handed her a pill and she took it trying to swallow it but to no avail, her throat was too dry and she couldn't feel the inside of her mouth she felt the back of her head being knocked and she spit out the pill almost immediately after a needle was put into her arm due to the effects of the drug it made her knees weak causing her to fall to the ground. She felt boots in her stomach but thanks to her unnatural pain tolerance the kicking didn't hurt and she was yanked upward and dragged along, but to Druggie's surprise she was taken to a small, grey shower with lukewarm water running. She was handed a bar of soap which she could barely hold, Druggie didn't understand what the soap was, how and why she had it the only thing she did understand was that she was getting wet. The next thing she knew there was air and lots of it it got hot and Druggie didn't like it trying to move away but hands kept pulling her back so she endured it.

Druggie looked up taking in a deep breathe she didn't know how much time had passed, the room was white making her squint she looked around but everything was blurry things were happening people were moving around and talking but it all seemed so far away. She wondered who all of these people were where did they come from? She peeked through the fog in her mind staring intently at the people or things in the room with her, Druggie saw red eyes and and something with blue skin these were the things in the boxes the things like her. Druggie looked down she was sitting on the edge of a long bench the blotches in her memories made it hard to pinpoint how she got there, she frowned. Druggie put her hands in front of her face and tried to count the appendages attached to them, staring intently mouth slightly open. Every time she lost count she started over this went on for several minutes determined to get all the fingers to no avail but it wasn't long before she dropped her hands forgetting what she was going.

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Ember followed the guards deep into the facility. The coppery odour of blood mingled with the fear in the air as they drew closer to their destination. She hated this place. It wasn't so much the screams, the torture or death's presence. By now Ember had long since grown indifferent to that. It was the overwhelming presence of her memories. Most of the time she managed to keep them far from her consciousness, locking them deep within. But here it was as though only a thin sheet of glass kept them in her subconscious.

Sure she was always aware of them, despite popular psychology repression was not a logical occurrence. But they weren't nearly as real as they were here. Nonetheless with great skill and practice Ember managed to keep them in control, though their forbidding presence remained a heavy burden.

Finally the trio stopped outside one of the doors. The guard outside was watching a monitor of the interior. There was a young woman lying face-down on the examination table. The usual results of unanswered questions were stamped in her back in the form of lacerations, burns and soft-tissue bruising. As Ember watched another glowing metal bar was applied just below the woman's neck resulting in a hoarse scream.

One of her guards opened the door and the three filed in. The older man started to unlock Ember's metal mask when the young guard let out a gasp.

"It's alright" The first chuckled. "That man outside will watch us. If she decides to take one of us out, they'll simply force her to kill another mutant to bring us back."

And then the barbaric thing was off, and for a moment Ember sighed in pleasure at the relief of being able to move her jaw.

"…We're running out of patience with you." Ember was brought back to reality by the scientists snarled words. "Tell us where you sent your daughter, or we'll let the wraith loose."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that. If they really let her loose none of them would ever wake up again. The woman on the table let out a sob but otherwise remained silent. Ember kept her face carefully neutral and leaned against the wall, arms folded against her chest.

The scientist unchained the woman from the table before dragging her across to a small pool of water. Her moans of pain were cut short as her head was plunged in. After a few weak struggles she finally was still and her dragged out. A small child was brought in, no more than five. He started to sob when he saw all the blood.

Ember was shoved forward by the guard causing her eyes to flame to red. The kid let out a squeal of terror. Ignoring it, she knelt in front of him, her hands on his shoulders, keeping him in place. His quick short breaths begged her to take them, and take them she did. She let his little body fall to the floor, before crossing over to the woman. Without a hint of emotion she blew gently on the woman's face and watched while she coughed the water out of her lungs.

"And now you will answer the question. Either that or we drown you again and kill another kid to bring you back until you do." The scientist gestured to the dead boy. "How many kids will you kill attempting to prevent us finding your daughter?"

The fight was over, Ember knew it. It was one thing to remain silent and endure your own pain, quite another to destroy someone else's life. And no one liked seeing dead kids. Between sobs the woman told them what she knew. They always did in the end. Before she knew it, Embers metal mask was replaced and she was being led back outside.

The younger one looked at her with a new sense of awe.

"She just killed that kid, no question?"

"Well in my opinion mutants don't have true feelings, and she certainly doesn't have any emotion."

Ember's irises boiled to a deep crimson, glaring at him with pure hatred.

"That is aside from anger." He laughed. "Oh and fear. Though you don't like to show it much, your eyes are not very good at hiding it, eh?"

If it had done her any good she would have torn his throat out at that point, but she simply turned away until the guards lost interest and started moving off.

She was surprised to find that she was taken into a large white room. Normally she was just taken straight back into her cell. There was already a young girl in here, though she didn't seem entirely 'there'. Probably one of the drugged up ones Ember decided, quickly averting her eyes, once again trying to avoid any communication with anyone else.

The two guards remained close, probably more for her own protection than anything else. She'd had many attempts on her life by angry mutants. This coming to mind, she glanced around uneasily wondering what exactly the facility owners had in stall for her.

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Darkness encased her as they went through the stronghold that held the worst kinds of mutants you could think of. Reyna was among them, with her blood manipulation she was classified as dangerous despite her young age and weak stature. They stopped the gurney in front of a smaller room with metal slots in the wall. Reyna was unstrapped, the gloves on her hands removed. "No, I don't want to kill anyone else!" Panic flooded her veins as she sat up and clutched her hands to her chest, refusing to move from the portable bed. "Calm down, you're taking a shower. You wanted that right?"

Shower. It was a word she had not heard in a very long time, most days they simply sprayed her down with a hose if she got too dirty. "Yes!" Reyna hopped down from the gurney and went inside quickly, a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo was handed to her upon entry and she stripped herself down, stepping under the tepid water and relishing the feeling of dirt and blood running down the drain. Reyna scrubbed herself raw, wanting to get it all off before she was told that her time was up and the water turned off, hot air suddenly attacking and blinding her from all directions.

The room was spinning when Reyna opened her eyes, she slowly forced air into her lungs and leaned against one of the metal stalls to get her bearings before attempting to take a step. A new pair of white clothes was shoved into her arms and Reyna dressed quickly, the too big sleeves lopping over her shoulders. Hands clamped down on her arms and she was promptly dragged to a new room where two other mutants were sitting.

Shyly, Reyna sat down on a bench opposite of the others and placed her hands in her lap. She didn't have to hurt these people right? This wasn't another test? "Um... Hello." Reyna attempted to make conversation despite the fact that one seemed to have found the rabbit hole and the other had some sort of metal brace wiring her mouth shut. Maybe she should simply remain silent....

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Re: I am Different

I would like to apologize to all of you for completely abandoning this Rp. I had extreme computer issues that lasted for a very long time and have recently been resolved (as far as I know of) My computer at first refused to let me visit exclusively this site, and when it somehow fixed itself, my entire computer completely failed me and only put in textualized versions of websites (no picture, logos, writing, everything was some sort of rough draft version of every website) because I decided to not go and get it fixed, my computer has sat unused for several months until one day everything was back to normal for no reason at all. However, the very next day my computer decided to not allow me to use the internet all despite my strong internet connection. More frustration and suddenly just like before my computer decided to magically fix itself. I had been using my iPhone in its place and since my computer could still use word document, I had simply avoided the issue. However, it suddenly dawned on me that one of my favorite websites have not been visited in six months...

Thank you for doing a remake and picking up the slack and I would like to apologize a million times to all of you.

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Here we are then: roleplay/we-are-different

So obviously I will accept all your characters haha...or will I? ;)


I think we should all re-use our original first posts (except for those who haven't had accepted characters) but maybe tweak the ending to ensure we are all in the same room. If you want to re-do your first post, doesn't bother me either.

Re: I am Different

I'm in! Sounds good, this has a lot of potential, and I am eager to rp with you all!

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All that sounds good and I'm really sorry you guys couldn't participate in this one but hey I'm on board for making a new one so you guys can join, just post the link in the OOC when you're done and let me know if you need help with anything.

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Alright, well I'm happy to create the re-make (I'll dedicate it to Haas obviously being her idea).

But just note that I don't want to take over a GM....don't need the tension :3 Perhaps we all just work together on this one and see how that works? A collaborative team?

And I'm guessing we just keep the characters we already have, no new ones. I must say the spread of characters here is pretty awesome- and I especially love McPainty's- Edgar Allan Poe is a favourite of mine!

Anyway, just to make sure we are on the same boat- can I have a few people agree to me doing this? (Don't want to force anything (:).

Oh and perhaps before we start again we should wait for Sigma :)

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I would also be glad to throw my hat into the ring for a remake, this was a really good idea.

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I know I didn't declare this before, but I am actually waiting for my character to be approved too. Haas said she would really like my character to join but then she vanished...

I saw everyone posting and continuing on and for a while I thought it was just me. ^_^" But then I saw that she hasn't been on in a few days and that you guys are all posting here (I always forget the OOC forum is there).

But anyway, I just wanted to say that if this did end up dying and you guys were interested in starting it up again, I would totally be up for helping and joining that. :)

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I did message her but she hasn't been on since the 1st :/

I really don't want this to die! If worst comes to worst perhaps we should collaborate and continue this roleplay elsewhere so your characters can be included. Really don't want to do that though....hopefully Haas returns soon.

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I haven't heard anything from Haas, I'm still waiting for approval of my character too.

Re: I am Different

Has anyone seen Haas lately?

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Sorry my post is so long :3

Had to post what was supposed to happen before she moved to the room.

Oh and Sigma, my vote is stay :) There doesn't seem to be a whole lot happening yet anyway, so maybe once you get the internet back it will be a good time for Azuma to return :)

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I finished my character, and I thought that if Haas was going to be gone for a bit longer, then I might as well post my character here. I wasn't sure if my reservation for a power was going to be kept, but it looks like it's still open, so I'll post my character here before it gets officially accepted into the roleplay, just in case anyone wants to see it before hand, and may want to collaborate on me with anything. Can't wait to begin typing up a first post. roleplay/i-am-different/characters/hector-kazuhira/

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Well we are not really doing much now anyway, so might as well wait :)

(I have pm'd Haas)

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I can wait if need be, but whatever everyone thinks is ok

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@Haas33

I've got bad news. As of last night, my router has been experiencing problems and my entire house is without wifi. Right now I'm using my phone and my data. I asked my mom about it and she said it may not be back up until later in the week. That being said, I don't know if I'll be able to continue roleplaying for the time being. Now, I wanted to know which would be more convenient for everyone. The options I can see are either I have to, unfortunately, step down from the roleplay or we can pretend my character is sick or something. I don't particularly mind either way, I just want to do whichever won't mess with the flow of the story.

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Sounds like a plan :)

I'll just wait for a few more posts before I post Ember's again (just for the sake of a gap and also time for me to write it XD ).

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I think maybe we should get our characters all in the same room together and hopefully by the time everyone's posted Haas will be back.

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No...I think Haas was on yesterday though....but maybe was too busy to post?

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Has anybody heard from Haas lately???

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Hey, just thought I should give a heads up that I probably won't be able to make a post this weekend. I'm gonna be at a convention~ I'll still do my best to post if I can, but I just thought I should let you know just in case.