|● the ransom ●| semi-lit+ & accepting

[Kisiel]

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I whispered in her ear, fear me dear for I am Death.
I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love, 'till there's nothing left.

Whatever it is that you have done, you have gotten yourself into serious trouble. They have found you, and you know there's no way to escape. There are severe consequences for breaking the law, whether you're a kidnapper, murderer, burglar, arsonist, or another criminal who claims a different title of some sort. One way or another, the police are after you, and it won't be long before they catch you and you'll end in a prison cell, locked up for the rest of your life. What you don't know, is that your punishment will be more extraordinary than anything the human kind has ever witnessed.

Only a shipwreck, only a ghost,
Merely a graveyard of your former self.

It happened. The sentence has reached your ears. "Within the next five days, you will be transferred to a science laboratory where you will be injected a liquid known as Lycanide. After a period of two to three months, your body will be fully transformed into the one of an animal," is what you have heard. However, you are not the only one who will suffer like this. There are others. And to be precise, a group of twelve people have been chosen to be experimented on. Everybody will be released after the injection, and you will have to find a way to survive. Firstly as a human tormented by unimaginable agony of your body changing, and secondly as an animal. It will be quite a challenge: a spotted cuscus running around the city won't go unnoticed.

But, what if you fall in love?

No one will ever change this animal I have become...

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[Kisiel]

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Rules

General
• This is a semi-lit and above roleplay: five lines mimimum.
• I expect correct grammar, punctuation, spelling etc.
• When writing out of character, please use (), {}, [], or OOC:
• Treat others respectfully, and everybody will treat you the same way.
• If you're not accepted or the roleplay is full, don't pest me to change my mind.
• For swearing use *, example: sh*t ;-)
• You are entitled to two posts maximum per page.
• Wite in third person please c:


Characters
• Interesting and unique characters only!
• Two characters maximum.
• Please keep the genders even.
• You must fill in the form properly: no "to be RPd out".
• Absolutly no godmodding, powerplaying, mary/gary sues. Period.

Animals
• No unrealistic colours, markings or mutations.
• Only land mammals, reptiles and birds.
• Please do at least some research on the animal: otters don't climb trees.
• Sorry, but no wolves/dogs. You can have a raccoon or a fox though C8
• If somebody has already picked an animal of a certain species, your character cannot transform into the same creature. However, if another person has their character changing into Gemsbok your one can still be a Wildbeest, as long as it's not exactly identical.

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[Kisiel]

Forms
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» username:

[color=#0000FF]on the suяface[/color]
» name:
» age:
» gender:
» appearance: (a photo - no anime - and a paragraph please)

[color=#0000FF]oη тhe iηside[/color]
» personality:
» crime commited: (this is instead of history, so please be detailed)
» likes: (at least three)
» dislikes: (at least three)

[color=#0000FF]тhe aηimal[/color]
» species: (a photo please, you can add description if you want)



Characters
username | name | gender | age | animal | link
Kassua | Nash Mercer | male | twenty-one | Kodiak Bear | x
Kassua | Lesley Taylor | female | eighteen | Okapi | x
ladybug53 | Quinn Sparrow Stark | female | twenty | Cougar | x
Cynic. | Jet Soul | male | eighteen | Maltese "Blue" Tiger | x
Galaxier | Leo Van Blake | female | seventeen | Iberian Lynx | x
Typical Aquarius | Cady Michelle Gates | female | eighteen | Red Fox | x
A z u r e | Autumn Cherry Spice | female | seventeen | Black Kite | x
【° ιggy.ɹǝʞןɐʍ °】 | Julian Kai Nasporeth | male | twenty | Spotted Hyena | x
jpano96 | Draiden Tusloosa | male | seventeen | Panther | x
Nightingale~ | Dakota Gooden | female | eighteen | Arabian Horse | x
Nightingale~ | Sebastian Mitchells | male | nineteen | Golden Jackal | x


males: 5/6 ----- females 6/6

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[Kisiel]

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Additional information:
• Obviously, there is a cure. However, nobody knows about it yet, and when it'll be created it will be almost impossible to obtain.
• Once your characters is fully transformed, they will have the body of an animal but the personality and consciousness of the human they were before. Therefore, their previous emotions and memories will still be there.
• After they change, there won't be any 'shape-shifting' back into a human. Unless they find the antidote to reverse the process, of course.
• Also, animals can't speak english ;-)
• And remember that relationships build up over time!


Recap
n/a

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[Kisiel]

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Work In Progress

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» username: Kassua

on the suяface
» name: Nash Mercer
» age: twenty-one years old
» gender: male
» appearance: Nash stands at 185 centimeters, being slightly more than an average height for a guy his age. He has well developed mucles as he had involved himself in various sports in the past His arms are littered by scars from fights and self-injury, the hideous marks carelessly scattered across his skin. Despite that, most of the time he can be seen with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the scars exposed to the world.

oη тhe iηside
» personality: Nash is an intelligent young man who has strong opinions and stands up for whath believes in. Before the incident with his sister, he had a fiery temper which was impossible to tame: however, now he is much calmer and prefers to remain quiet instead of getting involved in arguments, as life had taught him that they only lad to unpleasant events. The actions that put him in prison left him slightly emotionally unstable, and he often struggles to find the motivation to wake up every morning.
» crime commited: Nash had a sister. She was seventeen when she was killed. Killed by her boyfriend, because he couldn't control his anger during a particularly rough argument over something that really wasn't worth it. It was just past nine o'clock at night on a friday when Nash returned home from visiting one of his friends. He opened the front door, and the first thing he heard was an ear-pierceing scream of a girl. Immediately alarmed, he ran up the stairs, in the direction of the sound. It came from his sister's room. Without hesitation he burst through the door and slid into a sudden halt upon noticing a large, masculine figure sitting on her bed, the girl locked between his legs. His features were twisted into a scowl as he repeatedly punched her face, ignoring her screams, her tears and her begging to stop. Nash felt his blood boil at the disgusting sight. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled at the intruder as he jumped forward and slammed his whole body into the other man. His balance disturbed, he rolled off the bed and fell to the floor with a muffled thud. He spared a brief second to glance at the battered body of his younger sister - her clothes were torn and covered in her crimson blood - before beginning a merciless assault on the figure on the floor. With his slender fingers curled into tight fists, he punched the boy over and over again, occassionally treating him with a powerful kick in the stomach. When he finally felt the muscles of his arms hurting slightly from the exercise, he grabbed his opponent by the hair and dragged him out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen where he grabbed a knife from the table and lashed out on her sister's boyfriend. Nash knew that he was going to kill him. He was aware of the possible consequences he would have to face. But he was beyond the point of caring. After he finished with the guy, he left his lifeless body lying under the kitchen table and returned to his sister's room. He crawled onto her bed, and exhausted from the fight and overwhelming emotions, fell asleep beside her.
The next morning their mother returned home. She found two bodies with her son, and automatically jumped into conclusions: he murdered both of them. She informed the police, and they came to investigate minutes later. Nash was arrested, but he didn't have the strength to protest against the party wrong accusations. His sister was dead. She was dead. He didn't save her. The guilt hasn't left him ever since it happened. It eats him up from the inside as he rots in the prison cell, waiting for the final sentence to be carried out.
» likes:
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тhe aηimal
» species: kodiak bear x X x X

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» username: Kassua

on the suяface
» name: Lesley Taylor
» age: eighteen years old
» gender: female
» appearance: Lesley's body is well propotioned, her height being 167 centimeters and her weight lingering at somewhere around 51 kilograms. Her slender legs are long and her stomach is flat from years of participating in Capoeira classes, despite having no Brazilian ancestors she was really interested in learning this martial art. She has large blue eyes and thick eyelashes which she emphasises with the use of black mascara. Her natual chocolate brown hair is relatively straight and contasts with her pale skin. The corners of her lips are usually twisted into a cheeky smile as she is rarely sad. On first sight, her overall looks can be misleading, as she is certainly not the innocent girl she appears to be.

oη тhe iηside
» personality: Without a doubt, Lesley can be called one of the most heartless and violent people around. She's mean, mean, and once again, mean. She is a confident and competitive individual who doesn't take 'no' for an answer and will do almost anything just to get what she wants: those who attempt to oppose her will most likely end up with a broken nose, fingernail scratches on their face and ripped out hair. She's cheeky, foul-mouthed and most of the time behaves rather inaproporiately, insulting and offending those around her without apologising. She can be very manipulative and deceiving, which comes to her easily as she has the gift to lie extremly well. This is a girl with no fears or regrets, and the word 'embarassment' doesn't exist in her vocabulary.
» crime commited: Lesley was never the sort of girl to give in, to let her opponent win the fight. She just couldn't accept being defeated. After one particulaly rough fight with one of the girls at her school, she decided that she finally had enough of putting up with the annoying individual. However, the story with the other girl - Claire - is a little more complex. At the time she was dating one of Lesley's ex-boyfriends, a handsome nineteen year old young man who once attempted to sexually abuse Lesley with a group of his friends. She fell for him so hard that the betrayal shattered her, and the fact that he then engaged himself in a relationship with one of the few girls Lesley loathed gave her an overwhelming craving for revenge.
» likes:
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тhe aηimal
» species: Okapi x X x X

Images do not belong to me.

[caats]

sombody save me from myself.
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» username: ladybug53, but please call me bug or buggy ^^

on the suяface
» name: Quinn Sparrow Stark.
» age: Twenty.
» gender: Female.
» appearance: Standing at only five foot seven, it surprises most that Quinn became a ballerina, they're supposed to be tall; Right? Despite her petite appearance, many instructors looked past this and instead focused now hat triads she held that were stereotypical of ballerina, long, muscular legs, spindly, thin arms, shining blonde hair, bright blue eyes and of course, high arches in the feet. Quinn takes great pride in her well-toned muscles, results of years of dance. On the other hand, Quinn also considers herself lucky for having evenly-toned skin, which rarely burns.
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» personality: Quinn seems to always be wearing a mask. She rarely smiles, frowns, scowls or even scrunches up her nose with distaste. Most people say that she's just cold, or uncaring, but really, she just doesn't feel. She doesn't feel sorry for someone when they're hurt, or regret if she's done something bad. She taught herself long ago that regret was weakness, and now it's too deep inside her to get out. Quinn is merciless, if she's in a fight, she'll go all out, no limits here. She's isn't scared to hurt another's feelings. Another note on that, Quinn is rather brash and reckless. One of the few things that spark emotion inside her is adrenaline, a wicked look with come in to her eyes, a merciless grin spreads across her face. Constantly, Quinn with continue to push herself to the limit, she's constantly trying dangerous things, such as starting a fight with another inmate she probably can't beat. Quinn also almost...blank. She is always thinking, but mostly of fantasies and completely related things to whatever is going on, but, if she needs to, she will think of nothing, she can keep her mind blank easily. Much like a piece of paper. She's never had her heart broken, she's easy to hurt, even more easy to tear. Quinn is also slightly wicked, part of the reason she doesn't mind seeing others in pain is because if she were to cause it, it wouldn't matter to her. Quinn is plotting of ways to, one; Get out; Two; Kill the person who cause her all this pain, and; Three; Insure the other inmates don't remember anything bad about her, by means of hitting them over the head.
» crime commited: Quinn doesn't remember much of that day. It's all a blur to her, much of what she remembers; Her friends and family told her.
December Eight. Friday. Parents are out, perfect night for a party.
Quinn picked up the phone, quickly dialling in a number.
" Hello?"
" Hi. It's Quinn, I'm having a party tonight, want to come?"
"Sure, I'll bring a little something' extra too."
There was a slight crackling as the person on the other end of the phone hung up. Quinn grinned as she put the phone down. This party was going to be amazing. Grinning, Quinn pulled her cellphone form her pocket, quickly texting as many people on her contacts list as she could. Soon after, Quinn could be spotted running around, moving anything that could be easily broken, or anything that was broken- to her parent's room; That door would be locked, nobody was getting inside there. After what felt like eternity, people started arriving. Music was pumping, people were dancing, overall, everyone was having a good time, except for Quinn. She was still expecting her mystery guest, and every time the doorbell rang, she rushed to greet whomever was at the door, hoping it would be the man she was expecting.

{told form friend's point of view}
Quinn was rushing around like a madmen, when I asked her why, she just said that she wanted everyone to be happy. I didn't really believe her, but the thought didn't linger in my head long, there was dancing to do! The party was going great, it really was, until Quinn let her newest gust in. he was a male, probably in his early twenties. His pale blonde hair and pale skin was strange, even for winter, and when I saw the deep bags under his eyes and mangy clothes, i felt pretty freaked out. Why would Quinn invite him to her party?

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тhe aηimal
» species: Cougar.

WIP

[Kisiel]

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[ Thank you so much for posting :') I'll accept you and add your character to the list after you finish the form c: ]

[caats]

{Thanks c: Just one thing; I'm going to my cabin today and I won't be back until Monday, so it's unlikely my form will be finished by then.}

[Kisiel]

[ That's okay. Have fun at the cabin! :) Oh, and you might want to have a look at the forms again; I've edited them slightly c: ]

[Midnight Madness]

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» username: Midnight Madness

on the suяface
» name: Kierra Jeralli
» age: 17
» gender: Female
» appearance:

oη тhe iηside
» personality: Kierra is bold, and isn't afraid to speak her mind, which has gotten her into trouble many times in the past. She is stubborn and won't back down from a challenge unless she definitely knows that she can't do it. She hates authority and is aggressive to people who she feels threatened by, but to other people she is completely different. Kierra is teasing and friendly, but fiercely competitive. She can lie easily and well, and is good at being unnoticed, since she can move quickly and silently and is practiced at blending in with the background.
» crime commited:
» likes: Getting away with things, proving she's right, winning, grossing other people out, and getting the best of people she doesn't like.
» dislikes: Authority figures, people who think they are superior, losing, getting caught, and being judged.

тhe aηimal
» species: Morelia amethistina (Amethyst Python)

WIP, will complete later.