Nameless Subjects(semi-literate+)

[Rainy Days]

Nyx stared at the blank wall from across the room. Her eyes were glazed over and cloudy, and she sat kinda hunched, legs crossed, almost as if she were in a drugged state. She had been sitting like this for who knows how long, maybe a full day or so. She had only eaten once that whole day, and she never even finished it.
Something on the floor in front of the wall flickered for a just a second before disappearing. Silence passed for a few more minutes, Nyx still remaining in the same position. Then, slowly, am image flickered into view. A brick.
Nyx blinked and stared at what she had created, then groaned. "I thought I had it!" She muttered, and stomped over to her plate. She began eating, eyes on the brick. I said BRICK WALL! Not BRICK! Gods, will I ever get this right?! She moved over to the brick.
Hesitating, she reached forward and poked it. Her finger hit the rough surface, and she bit back a whoop of triumph. Instead, she picked it up and tested it's weight. It felt just like a real one.
Suddenly, there was the sound of gunshots that sounded like they were coming from right in front of her door, startling Nyx. The brick instantly disappeared, but she payed no mind. "What the nuggets..." She murmured, and turned to stare at the door. There was shouts, and then sudden silence. Nyx blinked and took a step forward, towards the closed door, and then jumped back. It opened, ad there was a boy.
"Heck yeah, I'd like to run away!" She said after a shocked moment. She didn't know if it was a trap, and if it was, she didn't care. No way was she gonna miss a chance to escape. Even if she was tricked a thousand times, she would still fall for it. "Just... lemme grab mah bread." She darted to her plate and snatched up a couple bread rolls, stuffing one in her mouth and the other into a pocket. She then left the room, running into the familiar hallway. "So, is this like a stealth escape, or can I be loud?" SHe asked, mouth full of bread.

[Gloxinia]

{{Whew! Okay. Now that that's settled, here's my character. <3
This is still kind of a work in progress, but I'm pretty content with it for now. I also apologize to those that like real-life pictures. Here's one that I think would fit Torin, not anime styled; Click!}}


Username: Mockingbird.

Chosen Name: "Torin J. Johnson."
Nickname: Tor, Tori, or (his least favourite) Victoria.
Age they look/act: "14."
Gender: "Male."
Sexual Orientation: "Mostly straight, but I have had feelings for a guy."

Description: -A short young male with dusty brown hair and bright green eyes (as opposed to the picture). Long arms, broad shoulders, large feet and hands, long legs, shorter abdomen... he's pretty disproportionate, and looks as though he stopped growing during his 'awkward' stage. He stands and sits hunched over, his head and shoulders craned forward. When sitting, his legs are usually tucked up to his chest. This makes it a bit hard for him to heal properly when wounded (the blood circulation is not even), and it makes it worse knowing he prefers to sit when he's resting.
-He's not very athletic, strong, stealthy, or even fast. Instead, he's pretty weak, lacks stamina, slow to react physically (but not mentally), and has the loudest footsteps imaginable. He's a bit clumsy, usually tripping over his too-big of feet and falling on his face.
-Because of his power, his bones are severely weak due to lack of calcium and iron. He's kind of like a bird; just throwing him against the wall roughly could break or crack a rib.
-Cuts and scars litter his body from the scientists who tried to figure out if his power could be stemmed from any part of his body. More cuts are around his major arteries/veins (wrists, down his spine, his neck, the lower trunk of his abdomen, and the thighs). He tends to wear a long sleeved striped collared jacket with long baggy black pants. Usually his fingers are only what are seen at the end of the sleeves.
Height: 5'3.
Weight: 135.6 lbs.

Personality: Torin is a very quiet boy, usually seen with half-lidded eyes and a blank facade. Almost never smiling, he speaks in a very monotone voice. Talking with people is easy for him. He usually has thick things to say in a reply to questions or remarks. He likes to keep things blunt and to the point. If the situation calls for it, he becomes very crisp and clipped when faced with touchy subjects such as family, friends, or his power. He usually likes to lie about his 'past life', before 20 years ago. If one were to gain his trust and pry deep enough, they'd learn he wants to get out to see his two older sisters. They are the only things he remembers, and refuses to forget them.
Determination, cleverness, intuition, and the quality of being insightful are four things that describe him very well. However, he is not the strongest, largest, or fastest. He grows tired easily and lacks stamina, as well as having no upper body strength. If he were chased, he'd probably only last two minutes before dropping down to his knees gasping. He also doesn't have very good eyesight. He sees things as a horribly smeared pastel painting. So as a result, he relies mostly on his hearing, sense of touch, and sense of smell. Hearing and smelling are his two best abilities when figuring things out.
Usually, Torin keeps his mouth shut when it comes to arguments and/or talk of hurting others. He'd prefer a different, non-violent way when it came to things, or he'd just stand on the sidelines and have someone else take care of the threatening issue. If he becomes personally threatened, he won't hesitate to lash out to defend himself with his power.
Do you remember anything from before?: He remembers blurry faces of his two sisters, Faith and Christine, which have been his motivation to live for all this time. He wants to escape to see them again, fooling himself into believing full well they are alive.
Power?: He can manipulate his blood. Meaning, if he bites his finger tips (or gets a cut anywhere, really), he can use the blood like a whip. The whips solidify upon contact with the designated target, inflicting different amounts of damage depending how much blood is used. The whips can wrap around and grasp onto the target like ropes, though Torin hasn't experimented much so he is unsure if he can do anything else with the blood.
Downsides of power? -All of the effects you would get if you lost too much blood. That means dizziness, fatigue, faster heart rate, fainting, sickness, dehydration, excessive sweating, weakened muscles, weakened immune system (which ties in with illness) and, if he isn't careful, death.
-During the process of actually using the power, he becomes noticeably paler.
-He can only reach six (6) feet with his blood.
-He hasn't experimented with his power because, honestly, it frightens him.
Crush?: "I dunno yet. They gotta be smart, though. Can't stand stupidity."

[Rainy Days]

((*blink blink* I like him. *says in stupid accent* I wish I could accept him, but I can't cause I ain't the host o' this RP! (X3 Dun' ask). While I was reading it, half of me thought he might get along with Nyx, and the other half thought he would dislike her. Now i can't make up my mind. He seems like the dude who is willing to try to befriend her, but maybe not. ARGH! X3))

[skïttles]

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username :: skīttles

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✗✗chosen name✗✗ ❝Hi there, beautiful.
My name's Raccoon.❞
✗✗nickname✗✗ ❝Just call me Raccoon.❞
✗✗age✗✗ ❝Fifteen years young.❞
✗✗gender✗✗ ❝I'm a boy. What else do you
have in your head?❞
✗✗sexuality✗✗ ❝Straight as a board, doll.❞

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✗✗physical description✗✗ ❝Hmm.... I'm
pretty average. Maybe a little on the
skinny side, but nothing to be concer-
ned about. Almost everyone now is
skinny. The trick is pulling it off, and
that, dollface, is something that I do
very well. People look at me and
the first thing they think is 'emo', the
second thing they think, is that emo
can be hot. By the way, no, I am not
emo. I just love my hair. I have a some
nice muscle on these bones, but sadly
not enough so that it is apparent. Even
when I flex. I'm not very fast either. I bl-
ame that on being semi-short for my age.
None of that matters. Girls, I have a win-
ning smile- maybe not the best person-
ality, but beauty is in the eye of the be-
holder...and I have beauty. I just need
someone to behold me.❞
✗✗height✗✗ ❝I'm only 5'6, but that
is tall enough!❞
✗✗weight✗✗ ❝120 lbs. Yeah, I'm a
skinny duckling, but don't worry- I'm
not ugly.❞

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✗✗personality✗✗ ❝Okay. I admit it. I'm a
little too full of myself, a little too co-
cky...but I'm an optimist! Who still has
the nerve to flaunt themselves like I do
in the kind of situation that we are in?
So, yeah, I'm an exceptional person. May-
be a little bit egotistical, but still. No
one notices that. I think of myself as
quite handsome, but certainly not bea-
utiful or cute. Ew. I have had some
people call me that, actually. Not a good
memory. Anyway, back to this personality
thing. I don't have much of an attention
span, but I can talk to someone for a very
long time. I like to talk, because, mainly,
I'm a joker. A sarcastic joker, but a joker
none-the-less. As a rule joker's are talkers.
If I'm with a girl, I'll call them 'darling', 'babe',
'dollface', or anything else I can think of at
the spur of the moment, just to see how
they'll react. It's fun. Despite my sarcasm
and my teasing, I'm a pretty good guy.
Again, maybe a little full of myself, but no
one can blame me there. Someone has got
to see how completely amazing I am. Other
people often have trouble admitting that. I
don't smile a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm
not happy. It just means I'm not smiling. I'm
almost never angry, so please keep that in
mind. It's almost as hard to hurt me as it is to
anger me, but similar to when I get angry,
when I get hurt- it's serious. And I don't for-
give easy. ❞
✗✗past✗✗ ❝I really do wish I could reme-
mber- honest. I just...don't.❞
✗✗power✗✗ ❝My incredible sexiness. Wait-
no, that's my first talent. I'm somewhat
of a chameleon. A very lousy chameleon, but
I'm still a freaking chameleon! By chameleon,
I mean, of course, the ability to stand in front
of anything- any pattern, any color, and trans-
form the pigment in my skin so that I blend.❞
✗✗disadvantages✗✗ ❝Ha! You'd think this would
be an awesome talent? Think again! It almost
isn't worth it! One, to change, and do it prop-
erly, I can't be wearing any clothes. Otherwise
it looks like there is a set of clothes just hanging
there. And, on top of that, most of the time I
can't even do it properly...and I end up some
bizarre color that is greatly out of place. Maybe
it'll get better with practice? Even then, when
I get the right color, guess what? You can still
see the shadows. So, basically, my talent is
worthless. What a cruel joke.❞
✗✗love interest✗✗ ❝Yeaaah....right.
Keep dreamin' girls.❞

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[Noel]

((Wow I slept late.... Anyways, both of you are accepted, but(yes, I stalk posts to check literacy) skittles, please write in third person and do not include pictures with posts: it's actually against the forum rules. Other then that, welcome both you. ^^

My post shall come shortly, once I eat breakfast and wake up. Even though it's past noon.))

[Rainy Days]

((*grins* I stayed up until 1:37. My family calls me half nocturnal. X3))

[Noel]

((I was only up till midnight. But I slept till nearly one. ...And I'm still tired.))

Ren Kurone, and Kiro Briht,
In one dense post

Ren gave the girl inside the cel a quick grin, already spinning back around on his feet to try to free as many of the others as he could before more guards then they could handle showed up. "Very noisy. Kill everything that moves that ain't one of us." Ren commented, his tone cheery as if he wasn't terrified that they would end up being caught before they could get out there. Having no memory whatsoever of the outside world, it would be very interesting indeed trying to find a safe place. To the side of him, it looked as if the less-then-talkative-Kiro had finally forced another door open. Kiro merely gave the person inside a grin, before turning around and hurrying after the others, leaving hte door wide open behind him. With luck they would understand that the pale and shaky boy who hadn't been able to put together then energy to speak was there to help lead an escape. Another two guards rounded the corner of the hallway, and Ren cursed loudly. His ability was not one that could fight, and hearing their thoughts was not helping him; knowing they were going to try to kill them didn't make it any less effective. Thankfully Kiro took out the first with another blast of flame that left the older boy staggering, and it seemed it had hurt but not eliminated the second. Ren cussed again, dropping low to the ground and darting to the fallen body. He had never shot a gun before in his life, and his faulty memory barely even knew what one was. Having been shot at and in the arm though told him the basics. Grabbing the weapon, Ren wheeled around and pulled the trigger, rewarded with a loud bang and the second guard kneeling over. Okay, mental note to self: guns=good for pursuers. Taking a second from the other body, he tossed it over his shoulder for whoever wanted it to take.
Trying to shake from his mind just how easy killing was, a habit he did not want to get into, Ren started opening another door. It was ridiculous; it seemed whoever it was that had locked them up there was stupid enough to give every door they same combination. So all Ren had to do was enter the twelve digits he had long since memorized, stick in the key, and remove the bar barricading the door. Not that hard, thankfully. Yanking open the latest door, Ren immediatly stumbled backwards. Was that a... his memory failed to supply him with the word. Large furry black animal-thing was all he could call it, and Ren's memory vaguely knew that most animals like that attacked humans. Should he shoot it...? Ren made himself just back away, hand trembling on the gun. It had somewhat human thoughts, he realized after a moment. Deciding it had to be some result of the experiments like the rest of them, Ren made himself not hurt whatever it was. "Escape if you want...." He said simply, not sure if this was animal or human or some mix of the two. He shuddered when he turned his back on the wolf, working on another door that he forced open a minute later.

((A bit rushed, my apologizes, but I'll be leaving soon for the day and I wanted to get this up. Three doors opened in the post, it should be enough to get enough else out unless I miscounted.))

[Gloxinia]

((*blink blink* I like him. *says in stupid accent* I wish I could accept him, but I can't cause I ain't the host o' this RP! (X3 Dun' ask). While I was reading it, half of me thought he might get along with Nyx, and the other half thought he would dislike her. Now i can't make up my mind. He seems like the dude who is willing to try to befriend her, but maybe not. ARGH! X3))

{{Aw, thanks! <3 I read over Nyx's profile, and I was also thinking that they might get along. They seem pretty opposite. c:
EDIT: just realized a door was opened. I'll have him slip out. xD}}

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:T O R I N:

Gun shots, he realized. That's what the blasted sounds that had awoken him were. And they were loud, as if right outside his cell door. How annoying, he thought, cracking his eyes open and lifting his head from his knees. His neck let out a soft crack like it always did, and he blinked groggily. He had cleaned most of his plate minutes before, and was planning to sleep the rest of the day away until his tests were to be in session, but apparently that wasn't going to be happening. Crawling over to the door, he pressed his ear up against the cool metal and listened. More gun shots, and the rapid patting of footsteps.
"I don't really like this new doorbell," he murmured to himself, eyeing the near-empty dish and plucking one of the lone vegetables off of it. He popped it in his mouth and swallowed it down whole. Then, suddenly, he heard voices. It was faint, but certainly it didn't belong to any of the guards. It sounded not too far off, and it made his green eyes widen.
Voicing his thoughts, he whispered; "What's going on?"
And then, suddenly, the weight of the door was gone and the boy fell a bit forward before he caught himself. Eyes wide, he snapped his head up to stare at the other boy who had just opened the cursed barrier that kept him contained for so long. It wasn't the fact the door was opened that surprised him, it was the fact it wasn't a guard nor scientist.
"What the hell?" he asked out meekly, stepping out cautiously. A bullet whizzed past about a foot away from his line of vision, though he didn't seem to notice it. He glanced at those around him, unable to recognize (or take in, really, since he had such bad eyesight) them. Were they inmates too? Prisoners? Did that one just mention a way out? Who's the girl? Did he shoot fire from his hands? Why's there a boy with a gun?!
"Oh dear lord help me."

[skïttles]

no problem :)

|Raccoon| .:

Well, wasn't this just a lovely bucket of roses? Raccoon had his face pressed against the door, like his power was x-ray vision instead of changing his skin pigment. He frowned, stepping forward so that he was all but laying on the door. Just for the hell of it, he wondered if he could change himself to blend to the door. Raccoon closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Until he heard gunshots. He bounced away from the door, his heart thundering in his chest. What was going on out there? And why wasn't he getting a piece of it? Raccoon's frown turned to a sullen quirk of his mouth. Of course, the only reason he had liked getting out before was because he got to see real people, but there was another reason he wanted out of this tiny and comfortable room. Yes, it was quite comfortable. He liked it. Secure, somewhat safe, his only haven from the tortures of what they put him through. And then, suddenly, his haven was cracked. Raccoon felt like jumping a mile in the air, but he didn't. He stayed in the same spot. Jumping like an easily scared little girl would not give him a reputation.

His first thought when he saw the short ginger kid, was skepticism. Was this some sort of cruel joke? Or weird dream? When he imagined finally getting out, it was at the hands of himself, an attractive girl, or some badass guy that could get him out without a problem. This was somewhat of a disappointment. Raccoon frowned again, narrowing his eyes and cocking his head to the side. Finally, he did was he was most famous for. He spoke. At least this time, it wasn't annoying yet. "You're serious?" He didn't wait for a response, instead slipping out the door and into the hallway. He could feel his skin rolling, trying to shift colors, settling back in place, and repeating. It did this when he was nervous. He glanced at the people around him, opening his mouth to speak, but before he could, another gunshot rang out, making him flinch. Now would be an excellent time to have an offensive ability, but, of course, he was stuck being the kid that turned invisible, that couldn't turn invisible. It was possibly the only thing that he looked at negatively. If only he could do something useful instead of stand here like a puppet with its strings cut. He looked around dumbly, slumping under the burden of the embarrassment of not being able to do anything. And here he thought he was useful. They just wait- he would be useful, if they ever got out of this mess. That was quite a dismal thought.

"I do hope you know which way is out," he finally piped up over the occasional flurry of bullets.

[Rainy Days]

"Wait. I can kill things?" Nyx asked, swallowing her mouthful of bread. She didn't flinch when one of the boys used his fire on one guard, quickly taking him down, and the other boy - the one that let her out - fire a bullet to the second. "As in, killing the evil jerkwads who've been keeping me locked up for years?" She paused. "Would I sound like a sick, cruel freak if I said I really really wanted to do that?" Without waiting for an answer, she went over to one of the dead guards and yanked a gun from the corpses hand. She rolled it onto its back and search his pockets, pulling out two magazine clips. She stowed them in her pocket and locked around, spotting a boy maybe a year oder then her. He looked as though he didn't know what to do with himself, but then a determined expression flickered across his face. She shrugged. "You want a gun too? I'm sure theres plenty around."