The Untouchables ||A semi lit Mutant roleplay|| Accepting

[rose;]

To join... or not to join...? I think I probably will... Reserving this space for my charrie, I think I'm only going to play one for now. May bring in another later though.

[Zombie Skittles]

I do not require that you make more than one character, so if you want to just make one that is perfectly fine. You won't be slacking. The people who join with more than one character do so because they want to. So there is no pressure for you to join with any more characters than you wish to have. ^.^ And glitter is rambling. That means she should go to bed. XD

{ - great! Thanks. So I will be reserving a mutant c: }

[grim.]

[ Work in progress. ]

Name: Jett.
Age: Sixteen.
Appearance: Black Jaguar. Jett may as well be more animal than human. It would be impossible to not know what animal the boy took after, true the species has been extinct since the year of his birth but everyone knew of the large black, broad-shouldered, yellow-eyed black jaguar that he so closely resembles.
To begin with the boy is covered in fur. This fur is thick, water-shedding and a blackish-grey color that if gazed upon closely enough reveals to have jet black rosettes. Secondly he can walk on two legs, although he prefers to walk on four. The boy-cat, often called a ‘werecat’ is roughly five feet four inches tall when he is standing on two legs and is three and a half feet tall to the shoulder and roughly five and a half feet in length from nose to tail tip when he is on four legs. His hind legs are stocky and powerful with the curving backwards knee joint of a cat. The thick bulging muscles of his thighs thin out to skinnier although still well muscles to large paws. That’s right, paws. The boy lacks human feet and in their stead are massive, charcoal colored paws. These paws are broad, about eight inches across give or take a bit. The toes are webbed but filled with thick black fur that allows him to move in virtual silence. The pads are likewise black, thick and calloused as are the four that are on each of the digits on his ‘feet’. His toes are in perfect proportion with his large paw and hidden within are large, although not necessarily sharp claws. The boy’s front legs, as he’s taken to calling them, are likewise stocky, though not as corded with muscle as his back legs are they are still immensely powerful. These legs are capable of movement similar to arms though are not as good as the real things and more closely resemble the legs of a black jaguar. His hands not as crude as his feet but are crude nonetheless. His ‘hands’ bear shortish fingers and opposable thumbs though his fingers and thumbs taper to long talon-like claws which are retractable, razor-sharp and nearly unbreakable and are his preferred weapon of choice rather than picking something up.
Moving on the boy has a jaguar-like body with broad shoulders and a sturdy bone-structure. From his haunches extends a long thick-furred tail that is roughly a foot and a half long and gives the boy an immeasurable sense of balance. His neck is, like the rest of his boy, stocky and thick with muscle and topped by a broad jaguar head. His face is clearly feline, almost perfectly formed with a broad snout protruding from his face. His eyes are large, round and a cold yellow color with round pupils. His nose is somewhat heart-shaped and broad giving him an enhanced sense of smell although he lacks whisker. His jaw is immensely powerful and his mouth is designed like a jaguar, and full of the razor-sharp teeth that all jaguars have. Atop his head are two round black ears that swirl back and forth to catch every slight sound. In all reality the boy simply looks like an animal fresh out of the wild. If it weren’t for that fact that he had the vocal cords that allowed him to speak he may as well have been a jaguar born to a woman.
Personality: Jett is hard to read, bearing the facial features of a jungle cat it is hard to gauge what he is thinking or feeling and he prefers it that way. He likes to keep to himself and doesn’t appreciate being bothered with trivial matters such as what is going on in the world around him. In all honesty Jett is clever, obviously having a human’s brain in an animal body. He can speak English well, with a good sentence structure and a wide vocabulary he never tires of being one of the few mutants who can speak just as well as any human being. He is a thinker, liking to dwell on things for a long period of time although when it comes to making decisions he can be impulsive and act without thinking things through properly though thanks to the brute strength his body supplies him he usually manages to get away unscathed.
In a nutshell Jett is frustrated but he’s frustrated for things rather than what he looks like for his appearance doesn’t bother him at all. Instead Jett is frustrated with other mutants because of their lack of proper English and in some cases the entire ability to think. He is also frustrated with the way the world operates around him, but mostly he’s frustrated with the fact that he is consistently bothered to do something or other for the mutants. Whether it be the fact that they want his advice on a matter, they want him to find them food, they want him to act as a translator, want him to kill an enemy of theirs or whatever else it might be. His frustration is usually noted by the way his hackles rise and the bitterness that will creep into his voice although he does try his best to help others with their problems as he has no problems of his own to solve.
On the flipside Jett is prideful and can be arrogant at times. He can be manipulative and because of his own personality he doesn’t generally trust others. He’s prickly, sarcastic and doesn’t like to have his reputation tarnished by others and will go to unnecessary extents to protect it. He’s sneaky, silent and a fighter as well. Able to slink around the city during the night hours with an easy grace he goes about undisturbed because he never wakes up the humans. As for being a fighter, well nobody wants to pick a scrap with Jett. Full of corded muscles and razor-sharp teeth, claws, a strong bone structure, and the jaw of jaguar that hosts up to 2000 pounds of force nobody exactly wants to pick a bone with him simply because he has a reputation of leaving his opponent stone-dead or horribly crippled and walking away from a fight unscathed. He doesn’t use this to go around challenging others and in general will only fight if somebody else instigates it, often warning them that it will be their own fault if they die.
To sum it up, Jett isn’t shy, he’s outspoken, bold, somewhat arrogant, smart, wise beyond his years, strong, silent, agile, and a stoic. He doesn’t often vocalise his emotions, though he does often vocalise what’s on his mind. Just bear in mind that when you cross paths with the werecat it’s best to respect him if you want something because if you insult him it will get you nowhere. He doesn’t get offended all that easily, but he doesn’t like helping the rude to further themselves.
History: “Ah, my history. Well, I shall take you back to before I was born I suppose.
“In the beginning there were my mother and my father. My mother was a kind, gentle woman who fell in love with my father who was a charming, charismatic young man. My mother, Skye gave birth to me sixteen years and ten months ago. To be honest they were both horrified when I was born looking like nothing more than a black lion cub and weighing a mere five pounds they were shocked that such an grotesque mutation could happen. At first they debated on what to do with me, and after a week of thinking they decided to keep me to see what I would become. My father was edgy about it at first but it was discovered that I was a quiet, placid cub and didn’t cause any problems or concerns. For the most part I stayed with my mother and father. I grew rapidly, reaching my full size by the age of seven, and building muscle after that. I was also clever and learned things at a rapid rate, learning to speak with ease and I also managed to master the use of my warped fingers.
“By the age of nine I was consistently sneaking about and stealing things to help my parents along as they struggled through life and tried to keep me a secret even as the government raided houses from time to time looking for harboured mutants. I lived a content life, knowing I was different even though it didn’t bother I respected the fact that it could get others killed and it disturbed even more. But I couldn’t stop the events that happened shortly after my thirteenth birthday. I had gone out on one of my nightly raiding adventures but when I came back to my house it was up in flames, the entire structure falling apart, my mother crying held hostage by the government and the unmoving body of my father horribly burned on the ground.
“Somehow it had become known that they were harbouring me and the government had come to exterminate me through the unorthodox methods they usually come up with. This time burning the home with Greek fire. I knew I couldn’t go back, but I also knew there was nowhere else for me to go so I turned to the sewers. Once there I started to gain a reputation for myself as somebody who could steal anything you needed or wanted and could offer you advice on things. I never learned what happened to my mother until I was fifteen, but once I did find out I was elated. She had escaped the government and had become a part of a group I’d come to call “The Kin”. I visit her as often as possible, though she has gone into a state of depression ever since my father died.
“That’s basically all about my life. I’m satisfied with it. I have a place that I call home and I’m not usually harassed by anybody, and unlike some of the mutants I’m comfortable in my skin, even if it is more animal than human.”
Rank: Loner. He desires to either be the leader, or to be left alone as most large cats prefer.
Other: Not particularly, no.

[free.]

Name:
" Shai Faith McKay. I go by McKay. You call me anything 'cept McKay, and I will stick a knife in your gut."
Age:
"Nineteen."
Alliance:
"What? You think I'm soft and try to help those whacked out mutants? I'm a Reaper, moron. Those demons deserve to die."
Personality:
To sum McKay up in one word would be hard, next to impossible. She just so conflicted and different and unique. But perhaps if you said something along the lines of 'complicated,' I'd say you you were on the right track.

Rebel, Rebel; this girl knows how to throw a good party. She's a wild child, there's no doubt in that. She doesn't like rules, or limitations. Getting in trouble with the law doesn't seem to bother her. She's confident, fearless, and foolish. And also a smarta*s when she wants to be. She comes from a broken family, but her Father's got money and and she doesn't mind spending it. It's not like he ever did anything for her. McKay is the kinda girl you can definitely see sneaking out windows and and coming home from parties at six a.m. And that's what she used to be like. Until she ran away, and got a grip on things.

Witty, Clever, and Cunning; as fierce in her looks as in her attitude, it's hard to win an argument against McKay. It's like she's read books on how to be a lawyer, or how to never lose a fight. Because she can come up with sarcastic, mean, and witty puns in a blink of an eye. She's got a barbed tongue and sarcasm is one of her favorite pastimes. Clever and Cunning, nothing gets past her. You can't fool this girl. She herself is an amazing liar, it's astonishing how she can twirl the simplest of stories into a believable lie. She uses her sarcasm and lies to keep herself locked away, and others just out of reach. She is like this to stay away from all the drama, bullsh*t, and pain.

Cold; nothing seems to hit this girl. She's as icy as the winter winds. She can go from normal to b*tch in point five seconds, and the act of killing someone doesn't bother her in the least. She detached, the news of death not really having an affect on her. Even if she watches someone die, she isn't bothered. If she knew the person, she grieves silently for a bit, but doesn't feel much. She gets on with her life soon enough. McKay doesn't like emotion to show on her face, and keeps it closed off and masked, her eyes cold and emotionless.

Tomboyish, she can pull of any boyish clothing, like her Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt. She isn't bothered by dirt, or bugs, etc. And she's not afraid to swing a few punches. She doesn't do much with her hair. Yet at the same time, her nails are painted, she wears makeup, and is generally fresh looking. She believes there is a difference between hygeine and girly. She can't be bothered to wonder what others think of her, except when she realizes just how horrible of a person she can really be.

Defensive; she is highly protective over anything she loves, which is few things. She will fight to the death for what she believes in, and has no morals, it seems. Yet at the same time, she is proud, and holds her head high despite her attitude and how most people dislike her. She thinks people should always keep in mind that there is a fine line between her personality and her attitude, and her attitude is different depending on who you are. While her personality, is always the same.

Barbed; she doesn't liked others getting in the way. She doesn't want and sticky messes or attachments. Or windows to her old life. She has shut that all away and shunned it, careful to hide it from the others. They don't need to know about what happened in her past, and she prefers it that way. She likes no strings attached, and one night stands seem like a great thing for her. Or at least she makes it out that way. She doesn't like people getting too close, too familiar. That's when they start to find out things about her, and pry. McKay will begin to draw back out of relationship or friendship if she senses things are getting to close, too personal.

Fragile and Broken; though the words of others seem to hit nothing upon her ears, they can sting. She makes herself nasty and tough and emotionally strong, when really all she is, is a bunch of broken fragments carefully placed together, threatening to shatter any second. She realizes how bad of a person she is, is fairly disgusted with herself.

The truth; she's a sweet girl, on the inside. Far away, she pushed the true McKay away to protect herself from the world. She used to be sweet, kind, talkative, and naive. Though no longer naive, she's still got those other characteristics buried deep inside her somewhere. And though she wanted to lose herself, it seems she is actually finding herself again. It is hard for her to open up, but once she does, you won't be dissapointed.

Relationships; as far as these go, she's wary. It would take a very patient, kind, and understanding guy to capture McKay's heart. Sure, she's a flirt, and she's up for talking and flirting. But if she truly likes a guy, it will be different. And she will not flirt as much, will open up without even meaning too. But then again, she might start to draw away. That special guy will have to be able to show her he will always be there for her, and isn't going to let her go, or hurt her. He will have to be very, very special to win McKay's heart. Because she is like a bird, free and wild and unsure, spreading her wings to fly at the slightest hint of danger. But once she does open up to him, she will be her true self, let her real colors show. And she will be more outgoing. But if he hurts her, she will leave and never look back, never think twice about it. And he will merely become a distant, painful memory she will gladly lose in any way possible.

McKay. She's broken, she's fragile. She defends herself with sarcasm and being a pain, and sets up walls so no one can get too close. But if she learns to trust and accept you, she will open up, and be sweet, kind, outgoing, and more quiet. But if you break her, you break her. And she closes up again, hiding herself from the world. She's confused and doesn't like who she is, but she's slowly beginning to come to terms with herself and changing her ways.
Appearance:
McKay I would say is of average height, though with a petite build. She has a thin, slender body, her wrists and ankles rather bony looking. Her hips are narrow, fitting into size 2 jeans. Imagine that. McKay has tan, summer skin, which she goes great lengths to take care of. She puts lotion on her body once or twice a day, and washes her face twice a day, putting face lotion on as well. Her skin is clear, having only gotten a pimple once or twice. She has naturally blonde, wavy hair, with lighter blonde streaks in it, also natural. Her hair falls just past her shoulders and is cut in long, soft layers. Her side bangs have grown out mostly, now just shorter hair that she mostly just brushes back with the rest of her hair. These shorter strands often fall into her face. She has quite the look of a beach, Californian girl. She keeps her body well maintained and is quite healthy; going to the gym nearly every day and eating healthy foods. She is toned and flexible, coming from a life of dancing. McKay has a round face, and a big, white smile. That is, if she chooses to flash her brilliant grin. Don't count on it, though. With full lips, McKay can easily pull off the pouty face, though normally it's more sullen or cold. Her nose is yes, what one might call a button nose indeed. She has a tiny diamond nose piercing. Her left ear is triple pierced, her right double. She has wide, big eyes framed with thick lashes and below well maintained and often waxed eyebrows. McKay is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to, well, about everything. Her eyes are what one might call 'storm grey;' but mainly she just says grey if anyone asks. They are cold and emotionless, showing no sort of human thought behind them whatsoever. They add to her usual intimidating look. McKay doesn't put much makeup on usually, just some liquid black eyeliner and lipstick, of which she prefers the bright red color.
History:
McKay was born, along with her twin sister, Liv, to a happy young couple nineteen years ago. Her and her twin sister were one when their brother, Thayne was born. He was a mutant, and his disformations ended up killing their mother during childbirth. McKay was never able to look at him without disgust and hatred shooting through her veins. As she grew older, she learned how to lie, to cheat, to play mind games. She tormented and tortured and harassed her brother. unknown to anyone but the two. She never knew why, but he always kept quiet about it. She knew it wasn't out of fear, no, McKay's not arrogant enough to think Thayne could have feared her. He could have killed her in seconds. But she has never understood why he let her attack him. For McKay understands nothing of mercy, and how the mutants have human minds. She sees them as mutts, strays, pure animal with no human in them. Which, invietably, has made her weak, in a sense. She is ignorant. She grew up with her brother, hating him so much, that it caused her to eventually turn on her own family, handing them over to the government. She was rewarded with the title of Reaper, and began her training at the age of sixteen. She feels no remorse for the death of her family. The government and her own hatred has fooled her. Now, she has set it upon herself to kill every last mutant. And save her brother especially for last. Let him know she's coming. Let all of them shake and quiver in fear when they hear about her.
Other:
Nada.

[Cuckoo]

Accepted. I like how you tied them together.

[free.]

{ Thanks! }

[grim.]

[ Done. (: ]

[ Work in progress. ]

Name: Jett.
Age: Sixteen.
Appearance: Black Jaguar. Jett may as well be more animal than human. It would be impossible to not know what animal the boy took after, true the species has been extinct since the year of his birth but everyone knew of the large black, broad-shouldered, yellow-eyed black jaguar that he so closely resembles.
To begin with the boy is covered in fur. This fur is thick, water-shedding and a blackish-grey color that if gazed upon closely enough reveals to have jet black rosettes. Secondly he can walk on two legs, although he prefers to walk on four. The boy-cat, often called a ‘werecat’ is roughly five feet four inches tall when he is standing on two legs and is three and a half feet tall to the shoulder and roughly five and a half feet in length from nose to tail tip when he is on four legs. His hind legs are stocky and powerful with the curving backwards knee joint of a cat. The thick bulging muscles of his thighs thin out to skinnier although still well muscles to large paws. That’s right, paws. The boy lacks human feet and in their stead are massive, charcoal colored paws. These paws are broad, about eight inches across give or take a bit. The toes are webbed but filled with thick black fur that allows him to move in virtual silence. The pads are likewise black, thick and calloused as are the four that are on each of the digits on his ‘feet’. His toes are in perfect proportion with his large paw and hidden within are large, although not necessarily sharp claws. The boy’s front legs, as he’s taken to calling them, are likewise stocky, though not as corded with muscle as his back legs are they are still immensely powerful. These legs are capable of movement similar to arms though are not as good as the real things and more closely resemble the legs of a black jaguar. His hands not as crude as his feet but are crude nonetheless. His ‘hands’ bear shortish fingers and opposable thumbs though his fingers and thumbs taper to long talon-like claws which are retractable, razor-sharp and nearly unbreakable and are his preferred weapon of choice rather than picking something up.
Moving on the boy has a jaguar-like body with broad shoulders and a sturdy bone-structure. From his haunches extends a long thick-furred tail that is roughly a foot and a half long and gives the boy an immeasurable sense of balance. His neck is, like the rest of his boy, stocky and thick with muscle and topped by a broad jaguar head. His face is clearly feline, almost perfectly formed with a broad snout protruding from his face. His eyes are large, round and a cold yellow color with round pupils. His nose is somewhat heart-shaped and broad giving him an enhanced sense of smell although he lacks whisker. His jaw is immensely powerful and his mouth is designed like a jaguar, and full of the razor-sharp teeth that all jaguars have. Atop his head are two round black ears that swirl back and forth to catch every slight sound. In all reality the boy simply looks like an animal fresh out of the wild. If it weren’t for that fact that he had the vocal cords that allowed him to speak he may as well have been a jaguar born to a woman.
Personality: Jett is hard to read, bearing the facial features of a jungle cat it is hard to gauge what he is thinking or feeling and he prefers it that way. He likes to keep to himself and doesn’t appreciate being bothered with trivial matters such as what is going on in the world around him. In all honesty Jett is clever, obviously having a human’s brain in an animal body. He can speak English well, with a good sentence structure and a wide vocabulary he never tires of being one of the few mutants who can speak just as well as any human being. He is a thinker, liking to dwell on things for a long period of time although when it comes to making decisions he can be impulsive and act without thinking things through properly though thanks to the brute strength his body supplies him he usually manages to get away unscathed.
In a nutshell Jett is frustrated but he’s frustrated for things rather than what he looks like for his appearance doesn’t bother him at all. Instead Jett is frustrated with other mutants because of their lack of proper English and in some cases the entire ability to think. He is also frustrated with the way the world operates around him, but mostly he’s frustrated with the fact that he is consistently bothered to do something or other for the mutants. Whether it be the fact that they want his advice on a matter, they want him to find them food, they want him to act as a translator, want him to kill an enemy of theirs or whatever else it might be. His frustration is usually noted by the way his hackles rise and the bitterness that will creep into his voice although he does try his best to help others with their problems as he has no problems of his own to solve.
On the flipside Jett is prideful and can be arrogant at times. He can be manipulative and because of his own personality he doesn’t generally trust others. He’s prickly, sarcastic and doesn’t like to have his reputation tarnished by others and will go to unnecessary extents to protect it. He’s sneaky, silent and a fighter as well. Able to slink around the city during the night hours with an easy grace he goes about undisturbed because he never wakes up the humans. As for being a fighter, well nobody wants to pick a scrap with Jett. Full of corded muscles and razor-sharp teeth, claws, a strong bone structure, and the jaw of jaguar that hosts up to 2000 pounds of force nobody exactly wants to pick a bone with him simply because he has a reputation of leaving his opponent stone-dead or horribly crippled and walking away from a fight unscathed. He doesn’t use this to go around challenging others and in general will only fight if somebody else instigates it, often warning them that it will be their own fault if they die.
To sum it up, Jett isn’t shy, he’s outspoken, bold, somewhat arrogant, smart, wise beyond his years, strong, silent, agile, and a stoic. He doesn’t often vocalise his emotions, though he does often vocalise what’s on his mind. Just bear in mind that when you cross paths with the werecat it’s best to respect him if you want something because if you insult him it will get you nowhere. He doesn’t get offended all that easily, but he doesn’t like helping the rude to further themselves.
History: “Ah, my history. Well, I shall take you back to before I was born I suppose.
“In the beginning there were my mother and my father. My mother was a kind, gentle woman who fell in love with my father who was a charming, charismatic young man. My mother, Skye gave birth to me sixteen years and ten months ago. To be honest they were both horrified when I was born looking like nothing more than a black lion cub and weighing a mere five pounds they were shocked that such an grotesque mutation could happen. At first they debated on what to do with me, and after a week of thinking they decided to keep me to see what I would become. My father was edgy about it at first but it was discovered that I was a quiet, placid cub and didn’t cause any problems or concerns. For the most part I stayed with my mother and father. I grew rapidly, reaching my full size by the age of seven, and building muscle after that. I was also clever and learned things at a rapid rate, learning to speak with ease and I also managed to master the use of my warped fingers.
“By the age of nine I was consistently sneaking about and stealing things to help my parents along as they struggled through life and tried to keep me a secret even as the government raided houses from time to time looking for harboured mutants. I lived a content life, knowing I was different even though it didn’t bother I respected the fact that it could get others killed and it disturbed even more. But I couldn’t stop the events that happened shortly after my thirteenth birthday. I had gone out on one of my nightly raiding adventures but when I came back to my house it was up in flames, the entire structure falling apart, my mother crying held hostage by the government and the unmoving body of my father horribly burned on the ground.
“Somehow it had become known that they were harbouring me and the government had come to exterminate me through the unorthodox methods they usually come up with. This time burning the home with Greek fire. I knew I couldn’t go back, but I also knew there was nowhere else for me to go so I turned to the sewers. Once there I started to gain a reputation for myself as somebody who could steal anything you needed or wanted and could offer you advice on things. I never learned what happened to my mother until I was fifteen, but once I did find out I was elated. She had escaped the government and had become a part of a group I’d come to call “The Kin”. I visit her as often as possible, though she has gone into a state of depression ever since my father died.
“That’s basically all about my life. I’m satisfied with it. I have a place that I call home and I’m not usually harassed by anybody, and unlike some of the mutants I’m comfortable in my skin, even if it is more animal than human.”
Rank: Loner. He desires to either be the leader, or to be left alone as most large cats prefer.
Other: Not particularly, no.

[Cuckoo]

Accepted.

[Yuki.]

{Sorry I haven't finished my form. I have been so busy T.T Ill finish rose either tonight or tomorrow
~Snow

[Cuckoo]

Starkit12 - Accepted.