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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Fated of Faowind (Fantasy RP. T-M Rated. OPEN! Accepting -With website-)
« on: November 09, 2013, 06:09:01 am »3
Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: The Enemy|open and accepting|
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Fated of Faowind (Fantasy RP. T-M Rated. OPEN! Accepting -With website-)
« on: July 28, 2013, 02:02:50 am »❅ Alana Istal ❅
Movement caught Alana’s eye as she quickly turned her head to see who was approaching. Ikar and a small group were approaching the stairs and he gave a bow of greeting to her. Gripping the edge of her cloak, she offered a curtsey in response. The god had started to address the man Alana now knew was called ‘Damien’. At the tiger’s instruction, she looked at the small group of two cats and a human. Granted, one of the ‘cats’ was a tiger god, but the other was significantly smaller, a housecat. The feline and man seemed to be together though the cat seemed to hold more confidence and knowledge than the man did. Looking back at Ikar, she folded her hands. “Holding a post-meeting meeting,” she questioned, smiling a little. “Do you mind if I join? Perhaps I could be of some service,” she offered. A red blur soon approached that, as she slowed, was identified as Frida. Alana was rather neutral on the creature. While she was kind in her actions, Frida also was the source of many humans entering the world of Faowind. While the humans from the other world never bothered Alana, they did produce an unneeded hazard.
At Frida’s words, the woman looked up at the ceiling again. By the time she went to return her attention to the fox, Frida had gone. Wandering a few steps up, she looked at Ikar for him to travel beside her. Her eyes briefly flashed to Damien questioningly before returning to the tiger. “It seems problems just keep arising,” she stated, not seeming too upset by this, but just stating a fact. She looked to the ceiling before continuing to scale the stairs when Ikar joined her side. “Curious as to why the spiders have decided to be on the move now. None of the houses have truly extended their territory to the woods in quite some time. The Green Clovers have the most territory in the woods, but we’ve done nothing to hurt it,” she reasoned, staring forward as she thought through the possibilities of when they upset the spiders. Reaching the top of the stairs, she led the way to Hatter’s office. The room already open for them to enter, Alana waltzed in and took a seat on one of the many chairs available to her in a seating arrangement previously set. There were more chairs than the amount of people but she failed to try and calculate why. After all, trying to understand Hatter was like explaining to a blind person what the color blue is: utterly impossible. “I hope you don’t mind my intrusion on this meeting, Hatter,” she said, sitting up straight and folding her hands in her lap as she smiled fully at Hatter. In her opinion, Ikar truly had more power than the madman, but this opinion might have been influenced by the fact that she had seen Hatter as a child. If she had seen Ikar as a cub, it would have had the same effect. However, this was Hatter’s domain so she acknowledged he had more power here than Ikar did.
☕Hatter Maddigan ☕
At the joking question, Hatter shrugged. He had a fairly good memory especially when it came to puzzles, but if he couldn’t figure it out the object with a password would probably be found in pieces within minutes. While Hatter was a good problem solver, he wasn’t one for patience, especially with inanimate objects. Sipping his tea, he looked at Nikolai from over the rim of the cup as he had continued to joke about how the women all flocked to a gay man. Bringing his cup down, Hatter’s face contorted in a bit of confusion. ”They always flock to the gays but bisexual never seems to cut it for ‘em,” he sighed in fake annoyance. Hatter said nothing to the comment that the districts were the safest places from the gangs. His smile had fell at the comment and he looked away. ‘Here was safe,’ he thought. Granted, the Library was pretty filled to the brim with people and animals alike. Disease and war were the only reasons why the Library wasn’t overflowing. At Nikolai’s question, Hatter looked to the door then back to him. ”Not sure, exactly. He said he wanted to meet with me. What about, I’m not sure.” The sound of paws on the floor brought Hatter’s attention to Frida coming in and she was soon followed by the rest of the crew including, to Hatter’s surprise and delight, Alana. Smiling widely at her, his eyebrows scrunched up. ”And who invited you, then?” Alana smiled back at the jokingly defensive Hatter. It was like they were kids again and she broke into the boy’s clubhouse. ”I invited myself. That all right?” The madman just laughed a little and hopped off the desk. Sitting in a chair a few away from Alana, he looked to Tuck. ”Mind closing the door behind you, Tuck?” He then looked to Ikar then to Frida, who seemed a bit panicked. ”One of you want to tell me what’s going on?”
°Tasi & Finnian °
The two spiders continued their path into the Library when Peter granted them access. They could have easily snuck in without an invitation as everyone else in their family had, but that wasn’t their preferred method of going about things as Tasi was a stickler for rules and Finnian was too scared to disobey the slightest order given to him. Weaving through the people and animals that may step on them, they began to scale the endless towers of books. Tasi waited at the top of one of them for Finn to catch up, looking out over the people in this Great Library. Peter was being treated for his wounds, the smaller human had discovered a secret passage, and the spider killer was playing an instrument. Finnian, now caught up, took in the same sight his friend had. ”The people of the man who ends our suffering,” Finnian recalled as he looked over those that Hatter led. ”An excellent sight, indeed,” Tasi replied quietly. Her eyes soon turned upwards at the sound of her relatives and friends joining in their mighty phrase,”Soon we shall be free. For the love of Acromantulas!” They were overwhelmingly quiet, nothing more than a breath in the air in their phrase that the two small spiders soon joined in. Shooting webs to the ceiling, the two soon joined the mob in the ceiling.
✷Peter Pan ✷
Now with a bandaged leg and arm, Peter wandered through the Library, much against what was recommended to him. Noticing an opened secret passage, he tilted his head. Which one was this? Peter had his fair share of encounters with secret passages for this place. They were quite common, actually, and usually used for getting to the forest from the Great Library. Peter had been advised against taking humans through those passages because of human spies or potential threats. Secret rooms could also be hidden in these walls and, upon entering the small passageway, a room and the youngest human in their group was in view. Peter had ventured into this room once and, upon only seeing a book and a table, decided to leave it. Quietly, he watched the girl read from the book and snow began to fall from nowhere. ‘A spell book?’ Peter thought, his eyes fixing back on the girl’s back as she looked at the book.
When the snow finally stopped, Peter entered the room. ”There are spell books everywhere in the Library,” he said, almost a boasting comment as if he had written the first spell book. ”I like storybooks better, myself, but I could show you some spell books if you want,"Peter finished, folding his arms across his puffed up chest in his usual ‘I know things’ gesture. Peter had quite a following of his own in the Great Library. Many of the children followed him like he was a superhero which, to many of them, he was. The way he was able to fight off pirates and guards and whatever came to mind definitely impressed the young ones. Not to mention Peter was a fantastic storyteller. Seeing as the girl in front of him was older than him physically by several years, Peter figured she probably wouldn’t want to journey into the storybook section with him and satisfy her curiosity with the spell books he offered. Hopping out of the secret passage, harming his leg a little in the process, Peter gestured for her to follow if she wanted. If she went with him, he would bring her to a tower of books towards the middle of the Library and show her his way of entering, a hole likely just big enough for her to enter. The books lining the inside were all spell books while the outside was boring geography books.
When the snow finally stopped, Peter entered the room. ”There are spell books everywhere in the Library,” he said, almost a boasting comment as if he had written the first spell book. ”I like storybooks better, myself, but I could show you some spell books if you want,"Peter finished, folding his arms across his puffed up chest in his usual ‘I know things’ gesture. Peter had quite a following of his own in the Great Library. Many of the children followed him like he was a superhero which, to many of them, he was. The way he was able to fight off pirates and guards and whatever came to mind definitely impressed the young ones. Not to mention Peter was a fantastic storyteller. Seeing as the girl in front of him was older than him physically by several years, Peter figured she probably wouldn’t want to journey into the storybook section with him and satisfy her curiosity with the spell books he offered. Hopping out of the secret passage, harming his leg a little in the process, Peter gestured for her to follow if she wanted. If she went with him, he would bring her to a tower of books towards the middle of the Library and show her his way of entering, a hole likely just big enough for her to enter. The books lining the inside were all spell books while the outside was boring geography books.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: ...::Runaway::... {Supernatural RP} Open and Accepting
« on: July 03, 2013, 10:03:06 pm »
[Neither of the twins spoke about escaping, for the record, mainly because of Jeffrey kind of being right there to listen in. ^^'
Also, here's a gif of Jeffrey just for fun:]
Axel tensed as the others spoke of an escape. He hadn't voiced one yet, had he? Trek was now sitting straight up in his chair, more alert as Jeffrey began to tense up at the mentions of escape. "Also, you two wanna escape. How? I'm fully up for it, but I wanna make sure your plan isn't stupid." Jeffrey reached for his walkie talkie. The scientist wouldn't be able to take all these kids if there was a riot. Axel frowned and a clone grabbed Jeff's wrist. "It's okay, Jeff, no plans for escape for today. The changing process makes you a little loopy is all," Axel's clone explained with a nervous chuckle as the real Axel glared at the others and held a finger to his lips for them to hush up and quickly. "Jeffrey, are you all right in there? We see on our security cameras that one of the experiments has grabbed your wrist," a voice sounded over his walkie talkie. The clone released his wrist and disappeared as Axel looked over at the cameras located in the four corners. The device bleeped as Jeff replied, "Yeah. I'm fine." The device returned to his side and he crossed his arms, looking back and forth between the twins. Axel began to move towards the blonde boy who had spoken of becoming numb while Trek decided to make use of himself and check on this girl that was burning up.
It seemed that the boy was trying to care for the other girl burning of a fever, the boy checking her pulse. "I'm Axel. My brother's Trek," he informed them. "Both of you just lay down, relax," he muttered, bending his knee and lowering his head to block his face from the one camera that could read his lips. A clone soon appeared to the other group that Trek was in, repeating the same words that Axel did, also hiding his mouth from view by ducking down. "They gave us powers for probably reasons of war and violence or possibly to better humanity. Whatever the reason behind it, I'd rather not question it if we have a chance of escaping. We'll get out of here when we can, but not until everyone has healed. The more powers we have on our side, the better. Hopefully you guys snap out of this quickly or else we'll be forced to think of a new plan. I have that guard's card in my pocket to escape, but they search us for stolen objects before putting us back into our holding cells. Until a few of you break from this state, we're not leaving," he reiterated before standing up and letting the clone fade out as he took a seat on the other side of the girl, his eyes looking from Jeffrey to the cameras to the doors as he let the two beside him sort out their issues. Unless he was asked to help, he would let them deal with this so long as they didn't lash out. If anyone started to act up, they would likely be sent back to their cell. It was why their plan was so quietly being prepared.
After his brother's clone had finished telling of their plans, Trek put a hand to the girl's head. "You are burning up," he confirmed, though the girl probably did not need to be told this as she likely felt it. His touch was cold, the spider genetics put into him making it more difficult to adapt to temperature changes. The atmosphere was still cool to him so his body would likely stay this way for awhile, making him remain cool despite the fact her forehead was blazing. He remained quiet as he pulled his hand away and moved to her feet, removing her shoes. Realizing he may be questioned for doing this, he looked over at her. "Feet are the heat controls of the body. If your feet are hot, you're hot. Likewise, if your feet are cold, you should begin to cool," he reasoned, leaving her barefoot as his cold hands touched her feet. His eyes remained on her feet, likely not meeting her eyes for most of this since he naturally avoided eye contact with his peers.
[Ember can kick Trek away or just tell him to leave her alone. He's not exactly socially comfortable so he's just resorting to what she needs health-wise instead of what might be socially acceptable]
Also, here's a gif of Jeffrey just for fun:]
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Axel tensed as the others spoke of an escape. He hadn't voiced one yet, had he? Trek was now sitting straight up in his chair, more alert as Jeffrey began to tense up at the mentions of escape. "Also, you two wanna escape. How? I'm fully up for it, but I wanna make sure your plan isn't stupid." Jeffrey reached for his walkie talkie. The scientist wouldn't be able to take all these kids if there was a riot. Axel frowned and a clone grabbed Jeff's wrist. "It's okay, Jeff, no plans for escape for today. The changing process makes you a little loopy is all," Axel's clone explained with a nervous chuckle as the real Axel glared at the others and held a finger to his lips for them to hush up and quickly. "Jeffrey, are you all right in there? We see on our security cameras that one of the experiments has grabbed your wrist," a voice sounded over his walkie talkie. The clone released his wrist and disappeared as Axel looked over at the cameras located in the four corners. The device bleeped as Jeff replied, "Yeah. I'm fine." The device returned to his side and he crossed his arms, looking back and forth between the twins. Axel began to move towards the blonde boy who had spoken of becoming numb while Trek decided to make use of himself and check on this girl that was burning up.
It seemed that the boy was trying to care for the other girl burning of a fever, the boy checking her pulse. "I'm Axel. My brother's Trek," he informed them. "Both of you just lay down, relax," he muttered, bending his knee and lowering his head to block his face from the one camera that could read his lips. A clone soon appeared to the other group that Trek was in, repeating the same words that Axel did, also hiding his mouth from view by ducking down. "They gave us powers for probably reasons of war and violence or possibly to better humanity. Whatever the reason behind it, I'd rather not question it if we have a chance of escaping. We'll get out of here when we can, but not until everyone has healed. The more powers we have on our side, the better. Hopefully you guys snap out of this quickly or else we'll be forced to think of a new plan. I have that guard's card in my pocket to escape, but they search us for stolen objects before putting us back into our holding cells. Until a few of you break from this state, we're not leaving," he reiterated before standing up and letting the clone fade out as he took a seat on the other side of the girl, his eyes looking from Jeffrey to the cameras to the doors as he let the two beside him sort out their issues. Unless he was asked to help, he would let them deal with this so long as they didn't lash out. If anyone started to act up, they would likely be sent back to their cell. It was why their plan was so quietly being prepared.
After his brother's clone had finished telling of their plans, Trek put a hand to the girl's head. "You are burning up," he confirmed, though the girl probably did not need to be told this as she likely felt it. His touch was cold, the spider genetics put into him making it more difficult to adapt to temperature changes. The atmosphere was still cool to him so his body would likely stay this way for awhile, making him remain cool despite the fact her forehead was blazing. He remained quiet as he pulled his hand away and moved to her feet, removing her shoes. Realizing he may be questioned for doing this, he looked over at her. "Feet are the heat controls of the body. If your feet are hot, you're hot. Likewise, if your feet are cold, you should begin to cool," he reasoned, leaving her barefoot as his cold hands touched her feet. His eyes remained on her feet, likely not meeting her eyes for most of this since he naturally avoided eye contact with his peers.
[Ember can kick Trek away or just tell him to leave her alone. He's not exactly socially comfortable so he's just resorting to what she needs health-wise instead of what might be socially acceptable]
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: ...::Runaway::... {Supernatural RP} Open and Accepting
« on: July 03, 2013, 05:37:50 pm »
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"Get up," a voice yelled through Trek's door, making the twin stare up from the floor. Furniture and other such luxuries were not supplied here at this experimentation lab. Only a hard, cold, concrete floor greeted Trek every night and, according to his twin, the situation was similar in the next room. "Trek," the same man said and a computer monotone voice replied with, "Confirmed." The door then slid open to allow Trek the great beauty of the blinding lights from the hallway. "C'mon. You have a busy day ahead of you," the man told him with a smirk. Trek's eyes wandered to the nametag and he spoke to his brother through a mental link that was put in about a week ago according to charts they had peeked at. /I've got Mr. Rodney Irwin. You?/ Axel laughed through the line and replied, /Rodney? Great name for a weirdo scientist, eh? I've got.../ There was a pause as Axel's name was said and the computer replied and opened the door. A much more hesitant scientist had walked into the room. /A Mr. Jeffrey Summins. Poor Jeff looks scared out of his wits. Must be a newbie,/ Axel replied, smiling a little at Jeffrey which calmed the man a little. "New on the job," Axel asked. Jeff nodded. "Don't worry. Soon you'll be as cynical as everyone else," he said though this didn't seem to calm the man's nerves in the slightest. If Mr. Summins didn't act the way he did, his new person status would have been deduced quickly by his lack of muscle and his general welcoming look. That would probably be gone within the next month. "To the lab, then," Axel suggested, turning around. There was enough of a pause to make Axel question how much they had told this man for this job. "You're supposed to cuff me," he whispered as if giving him a hint in a game. "Oh, right," Jeff sputtered out, reaching for the handcuffs at his waist and putting them on Axel before leading him down the hallway. Usually Axel was greeted with the sight of his brother by now but, what with Jeff's hesitancy, there was no such luck.
Trek was brought into the main waiting room for the lab only to be greeted with the sight of several people gaining their power. Trek had been given his about three weeks ago, once again known by peeking at charts. /A bunch of new ones in here,/ he told Axel, though the sighting was quick as Trek was dragged through another set of doors to a hallway that led to many experimentation rooms. "Where we off to today," he said aloud though he was hit in the back of the head for the careless speech. "Oh," he muttered as he was faced with a room he hadn't yet dealt with and, by the looks of it, it seemed to be a torture room. His shirt was pulled off of him and his warm back soon met the freezing lab table, making him arch off of it the best he could as his arms, legs, and head were strapped down. A strap was then put over his mouth, a confusing new move courtesy of Rodney. Two more scientists entered the room, clipboards in hand as they were ready to write down the results of this experiment. An electric pulse was then sent through Trek's system, a test to see if his pain would transfer to his brother through the mental link.
Axel basically led the confused scientist to the waiting room, though they both stopped as a girl knocked on the door and asked to be let out. "Wait. She'll leave. I did the same thing when I first got my mutation," Axel said in a hushed voice. It never hurt to be nice to a new scientist. They could remember the kindness after they had become more cynical and might offer some mercy in future experiments. As footfalls were heard on the opposite side, the girl likely curling up in a ball somewhere, Jeff scanned his card, allowing entry to the room. Axel helped by cloning himself and opening the door with the clone's free hands. The move startled Jeffrey, who promptly held onto the handcuffs binding Axel. "So, there's really no point in binding you, is there?" Axel shook his head and, as soon as the door was closed, he was let out of his handcuffs. "What's the plan for today, Jeffy? Mental link strengthening? Clone testing- Oh, that reminds me," Axel said, looking to his clone and letting it disappear. Jeffrey, looking at his chart, shook his head. "No, no. I'm just supposed to see how you're feeling, but keep you in here," he explained and Axel raised his eyebrows in surprise. "All right." The twin then looked around the room to see several new experiments, as his brother had warned him about. Sitting on an arm of one of the uncomfortable, bolted down chairs at the center of the room, Axel watched as each person had a different reaction to the medication, two of the boys seeming to take it upon themselves to watch over the girls. Jeff suddenly began to scribble down something and Axel gave him a confused look. "Oh, um, your hands," Jeffrey struggled to explain and Axel then seemed to notice the death grip being given to the chair's arm, a subconscious reaction to pain. "Feel anything?" Axel shook his head with hesitation. "Not really. Just a tingle in my bod-" He winced as they had increased the voltage being delivered through Trek's system. "Yeah. I feel it now," Axel grimaced.
Jeffrey looked a little disturbed as he continued to copy down what was happening and then looked at another scientist standing near one of the doors. "Could you tell Mr. Irwin that the experiment was a success and that we can stop testing it now?" The scientist laughed and Axel shook his head. "They're just gonna keep going," Axel muttered, the veins in his hands beginning to show as his circulation was cut off by holding onto the chair too tightly. As the results remained constant, Jeff went to reach out to Axel, probably to comfort him in some way before being cut off by the scientist he had been talking to. "Summons! Need I remind you of the number one rule," the scientist seethed, but Jeff looked a little confused. "I'm not establishing an emotional connect-" He was quickly cut off by his impatient superior, "By comforting him you establish one. Now hands off and do your work." The young scientist flinched and returned his hand to the clipboard. "Sorry," he muttered in Axel's direction and the twin only nodded, knowing the rules for awhile. The voltage was increased again and Axel now gave a small whimper. /Axel,/ Trek's voice was a sobbing cry on the other end of their link and Axel frowned at it. /I'm sorry, One. It'll be over soon,/ Axel soothed, falling into the uncomfortable chair as he now just had fists clenched in pain. This new position was enough to have Jeff's grief filled eyes off of him for a minute or two as the scientist wrote this down. /Over soon?/ The words were short as Trek was probably having a hard time thinking with the pain that Axel was only getting a piece of. /Two may or may not have swiped something from dear old Jeffy,/ Axel replied, tensing as another degree was added to the voltage. /Poor Jeffy,/ Trek replied with a cry.
After the dosage was increased, yet again, the twins both relaxed fully as the pain was taken. Axel, only a little drained, sprawled himself lazily across the chair and let his arm dangle behind him onto the next chair. Trek had to practically be dragged from the torture room to the waiting room, tears still wet on his face. Unlocked from his cuffs, he was shoved roughly to the ground, a move Jeffrey flinched at. "Welcome to paradise, Number One," Axel said, eyes still closed as he heard the thud near him. "Thanks, Two," Trek muttered, a bit of sarcasm in his tone. "How do you feel, Trek," Mr. Irwin asked flatly, readying to write the response. "Oh, just dandy, doc. How are you," Trek muttered into the floor, making Axel smile a little. A sharp kick was given to Trek's side and the twin grunted. "I will ask again. How do you feel, Trek. No exaggerations or smart remarks," Mr. Irwin instructed. "Nauseous, dehydrated, and exhausted," Trek said, flipping over onto his back and sitting up with some effort. /Bonus points for using doctor-y terms,/ Axel praised with a chuckle in their heads. "And you, Axel?" Jeff's nervous voice made Axel open his eyes. "The same but at a lower degree," he replied simply. Jeffrey looked a little lost as he looked over at Trek. /Think he missed your answer,/ Axel thought, making Trek immediately look back at his twin. "Really? You feel nauseous, dehydrated, and exhausted, too?" The disbelief in Trek's voice was obviously exaggerated and Axel smiled at him. Jeff took the clue, though, and wrote down what Trek had listed off as his symptoms. The twins were soon left alone and Jeff took the place of the impatient scientist at the door, left with the instruction to let no patient speak to him- only scientists. By this point, Trek had gained some energy and lifted himself off the ground to sit in the chair beside his brother's sprawled out body. /Going to socialize. You coming?/ Axel's question was met with Trek shaking his head and the younger twin got off his chair and walked around.
"This is insane. I don't see what's the point of us being in here. I mean, all we're doing is getting used to experiment. Surely, there has to be a better way for this," a girl spoke up, not the first time in this waiting room someone wanted to rebel. Axel shook his head. He and his brother were probably out of the youngest in this room yet they seemed to have been there the longest. "The point of us being here is to test and see if these experiments would be useful in the modern society. They don't have humanoid text experiments so we're the second choice until they can make a substitute. Of course they're not going to put too much effort into it since using us isn't a big deal since we're pretty disposable," Axel reasoned, though his eyes immediately focused on the boy and girl in the corner speaking of death. "Not saying you're going to die. Most of you were injected with your 'power' today and your body is just trying to cope with something it isn't familiar with. And by power I mean-" A clone of his body appeared beside the girl who had pounded on the door and retreated to the corner. "This," the clone finished. The clone soon enough vanished and Axel soon looked around the room. Jeff's card was still was in his back pocket, ready to be used once everyone had their strength. Trek had been mapping this building out in this head since they arrived and now Axel had that map in his mind as well. With Jeff standing at the door, it was an easy escape but still a dangerous one. Axel looked at the room of new experiments. "Some of you might not feel it yet but that may be because you're more relaxed and your body wants to accept the change. That means, for those of you feeling that have that slight fever, try to calm down as much as you can," he advised.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: ...::Runaway::... {Supernatural RP} Open and Accepting
« on: July 01, 2013, 11:43:04 pm »
Trek || Confirmed
"I'm like spiderman, except more lethal."
Nicknames;; Spidey (referring to power), (Number) One (referring to being the first born twin), Trekkie
Age;; Seventeen years old
Power;; Ability to shoot webs and poison bite; mental link with twin
Rank;; Assassin
Personality;; ?Patient ?Protective ?Attentive ?Clever
?Possessive ?Paranoid ?Overconfident ?Sarcastic
Crush?;; No one has caught his attention.
Relationship Status;; Single, but he doesn't like to open up enough to explore romances.
Theme Song;;
Other;; Confirmed is not his real last name. Both of the twins had to have memories taken from them in order to ensure a mental link between the two. Sitting in their separate cells, they fabricated this last name since the scientists would say "Trek" or "Axel" and immediately after the computer would reply with "confirmed". Piecing this together, they realized the word confirmed could be their last name since it followed their first name.
Trek has two phobias. One is a phobia of needles. The other is a touching phobia, specifically if he can't see the approach of the person or if the person is a stranger to him.
Axel || Confirmed
"I'm here. No. Here I am. Here. Here. Here. I'm here."
Nicknames;; (Number) Two (referring to being born second out of the twins), Ax
Age;; Seventeen years old
Power;; Physical Duplication; mental link with twin
Rank;; Trainer
Personality;; ?Outgoing ?Good Sense of Humor ?Resourceful ?Brave
?Stubborn ?Emotional ?Selfless (to the point of endangering his life) ?Overconfident
Crush?;; Hasn't been looking.
Relationship Status;; Single, likely will be oblivious to anyone hitting on him as his mind is usually focused on either escaping the government, battle plans, aiding trainees, or keeping watch over his brother.
Theme Song;;
Other;;Confirmed is not his real last name. Both of the twins had to have memories taken from them in order to ensure a mental link between the two. Sitting in their separate cells, they fabricated this last name since the scientists would say "Trek" or "Axel" and immediately after the computer would reply with "confirmed". Piecing this together, they realized the word confirmed could be their last name since it followed their first name.
Axel has asthma developed from experimentation. Upon escaping, he grabbed three inhalers from a supply room and ran to catch up with his brother. Because of this issue, Axel can't run long distances.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: The Enemy|open and accepting|
« on: June 23, 2013, 01:06:09 am »
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Elliot tensed as someone rose up from where she was hiding, but he relaxed as she didn't seem to be ready to shoot, making him lower his gun. "Erm... Ello sir." Her head was bowed shyly and Elliot offered a smile to her. "Hello," he replied casually, his voice higher to indicate his happiness. Her head lifted a little, her eyes showing a bit of determination to speak to him, "I'm Alyssa. Alyssa Reinhart. I'm sorry about intruding and all but me and my brother really need some place to find refuge." She glanced behind her and Elliot put his gun in its holster. However, he still remained a little tense as he was ready to shoot should they pull a fast one on him. "I'm Elliot. That's Taila," he said, nodding over to his new acquaintance. "And that's all right, I think I'm intruding too. Intruding is not a real word nowadays, anyway. No place is really anyone's home at this point," he mused, his cheerfulness disappearing for a bit until his attention was regained by Alyssa.
"He's here also, but he's always suspicious of other people. He has the impression that the cyborgs can be everywhere and everyone." Elliot's attention turned towards the boxes that still shielded the brother. "Because they can be. Thinking they won't be will end up turning your into another rotting corpse. The crows are sure happy about that though." Elliot frowned at the dark humor. He wasn't a stranger to it, his fellow soldiers sometimes full of it, but Elliot enjoyed light humor more than anything. He did nod his head at Dante's first statement."Don't like his humor much, but he's right. No place is truly safe anymore and friends are far and few," he said. "That's Dante by the way. Don't let his words throw you off, he's actually sensitive and caring once you break through that dark eggshell of his. Speaking of him- Did you see any sort of medical supplies here? He got in a nasty quarrel with one of the bots." Elliot smiled, probably a bit proud of his find and happy to help. "Yeah we did. I got another box of my medical supplies. Taila's a bit busted up as well," he said, walking towards the boxes, though his head was turned over his shoulder as he spoke to Alyssa, still not fully trusting these two just yet.
Kneeling in front of the two boxes, his body facing the three to ensure he wouldn't get shot in the back again, Elliot rifled through what they had. "Speakin' of which, Taila, we might want to sew up that wound of yours. Alyssa, since you seem to be playing the middle girl in this conversation between myself and Dante, what's wrong with him? Burn? Bullet hole? What," he asked, his voice taking a demanding tone as he sounded more like the soldier he was than an optimistic survivor. His right had clenched into a fist briefly and he winced as his shoulder blade stung a bit. Nightfall was probably a few hours away. He could probably apply that burn medication to his shoulder then. Hoping to depart from this group by the next morning, Elliot made it his mission to continue towards New York City and destroy that base before he could continue to D.C.
According to his radio, still turned off from the morning, there was a military base located somewhere in the city. They hadn't disclosed much information over the radio for the obvious reason that the robots could intercept the messages. However, the message was only that there was safety in certain cities. After that same message had repeated so many times, Elliot realized that it was the only message they could give and he had turned it off. The safety bases had decreased in number over the past few weeks and New York City was the closest one to their current location. The only reason that it probably hadn't been infiltrated was because of it being in such a large city. The radio was his only connection with anyone until he stumbled upon these three. On a different switch, it could be used as a walkie talkie. This was a risky move, though, since anyone could be on the other end, as it picked up the nearest connection. Elliot had planned to use this tonight in order to see if a soldier or police officer may be on the other end. Most of anyone remaining were either lucky, thieves, or just someone with a gun.
[Hope you don't mind me adding "safe bases" or the radio/walkie-talkie, auri. Just wanted to add why Elliot was going to where he's going. If you want me to delete out that, let me know. ^^' ]
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: The Enemy|open and accepting|
« on: June 21, 2013, 05:18:15 pm »
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The sound of doors opening on the opposite side from where Elliot was sitting made his look up, hand on his pistol. Standing, he ducked into a crouch, weaving through the various boxes and machinery. His backpack was still hanging from his person. It carried his essentials including one spare set of clothes, food, water, a flashlight, some weapons and tools, and medical supplies. Most of it had been gained when he took it from houses that were left abandoned by their owners. By abandoned, it meant they were either killed or transformed into those cyborgs. Most of the world was in that state, so Elliot didn't have many problems finding supplies. The only problem he had was finding other survivors. People had been driven absolutely mad because of fear. This is why Elliot became immediately defensive as he spotted a shadow. Immediately, he pulled back and soon found himself crouched behind several crates stacked on top of each other, his gun pointed at the end of the aisle. A red object caught his attention and he turned his head towards only slightly, his eyes darting over as his primary focus was the potential danger around the corner. /Medical box. Beautiful,/ he thought, smiling a little to himself at his discovery. Perhaps he was trespassing, but he decided to take the box anyway. He might be the only one who knew how to apply the medications inside.
Putting the box into his bag, he quickly through it over his good shoulder again and picked up his pistol again. Poking his head out for a brief second to check who was around the corner, he spotted a young girl. Well, young to him. He then ducked his head around again and observed her, as it seemed she wasn't aware of her surroundings, her head pressed against the wall behind her as tears were rolling down her face. Pity was the first emotion that hit him, though he still remained on guard. Fear could easily bring on tears and fear could also bring a bullet to his chest. Noticing there was an aisle next to him that still hid him from her view, he went around the corner and went there, getting closer to the girl without putting himself in her sight. A little confused as she didn't stir in the slightest, he questioned if she had been killed. Walking slowly towards her, he noticed her pant leg was rolled up a little to reveal a nasty bullet wound. Looking around, he placed his pistol into its holster and crouched down beside her. Carefully and quietly, he pulled her gun from its holster and put it behind him so she wouldn't freak out when she woke up and shoot at him.
Setting down his backpack may have woke her, but he didn't mind as much since that leg looked difficult to walk with and her gun was a good distance from her. Unzipping it, he grabbed his newly gained medical kit and opened it. Taking out tweezers and a disinfecting liquid, he dipped the instrument into the liquid and moved towards her leg. If she did wake up already and protest, he would just grab the leg and continue his work of getting the bullet out. In the past, he would play Operation with his fellow soldiers when they had free time. He won almost every game and his skills from that game, surprisingly, transferred easily to getting bullets out with harming the patient too much. "Gotcha, ya lil' bugger," he muttered, taking out the bullet carefully. Placing the bullet in the lid of the medical kit, he put the disinfectant over the tweezers again. "Oh, I'm Elliot, by the way. Elliot Fletcher. What's your name," he asked, smiling over at her as if they were meeting on a casual day where robots weren't destroying life as they knew it. Continuing to grab medical supplies for her leg, he grabbed his own medical kit and opened it. He retrieved some sort of cream and prepared a needle in order to stitch the wound closed. "This cream will numb ya. Don't need you to watch the needle when that comes along, though," he said, his mind on the needle and the wound as he put the cream on the skin surrounding the wound. "That should take at least five minutes to numb completely," he said, mostly to himself, as he looked bat over to her finally. "So, where 're you from," he asked, keeping up the casual conversation until he heard the doors opened again. The doors were significantly closer now that he had moved closer to this girl. "'Scuse me," he muttered to her, dismissing her if she had asked anything in return. Standing up, he held his pistol and moved in a soldier's style closer to the door. "Hello? Don't want any trouble. Who's there," he asked, keeping his pistol in his hands just in case.
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