E N T R A P P E D in Delusions (Fantasy, semi-literate RP)

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Entrapped In Delusions

Life is bland and boring in the mind-numbingly dreary town of Westfront Illinois, even the citizens are tediously uninteresting.
The town itself is poor and the buildings are run down, one could find a foreclosed building at every block.
There is absolutely nothing exciting about Westfront; there are no zoo's, no carnivals that ever roll by, not even museums exist in this lifeless town.
There is absolutely nothing of interest happening in the small town on Westfront.
Until, the day you receive an odd looking envelope in the mail. You turn it over and over again in your hands, and for a brief moment you stare at the dark red wax seal on the back of the envelope. The seal was magnificent, and the crest imprinted in it was so delicate that the red wax seemed to have been designed by hand. You pry the envelope open slowly, being careful not to break the red seal stamped upon the back. You open the envelope and pull out a single sheet of folded paper. As you unfold the slip of paper, you notice a bus ticket laying in the bottom of the envelope. You turn your attention back to the paper, running your eyes over the beautiful cursive writing scrolled across the paper. You begin to read, your expression turning curious and even a bit confused.

~ • ~


“Greetings, dear sir or ma’am
You have been respectfully invited to visit Illusions. Incorporated; where, you will be given the opportunity of a lifetime.
We have been watching you to confirm our suspicions that you would be appropriate for our industries.
And we are very pleased to inform you that you have indeed passed our tests.
But, be warned. There will be many physical tests and much pain you will have to undergo.
However, the results of your pain will be ones for good. You will be redefined and become more powerful than you could of ever had imagined.
Now, all that remains is for you to make a single decision.
Should you chose to refuse our offer, all you have to do is simply throw away this letter and the bus ticket contained within the envelope.
But, if you do accept our invitation, I would advise you to look at the bus ticket if you haven't done that already.
I entrust you to do the proper thing... Now I must bid you farewell.

Yours truly, the manager of Illusions. Inc."

You frown, but you take the words to heart. You nod silently to yourself, fishing out the bus ticket from the bottom of the envelope. You look at the bus ticket and your face twists with confusion. Because, the ticket had only a pair of coordinates written across it and a time written in the upper left corner of the small slip of paper, and it seemed that it had been done by hand. You look at the time upon the bus ticket and your eyes widen, seeing that the bus was scheduled to come in only four minutes. Not having any time to pack for the trip, you burst off running down the sidewalk. You run to the nearest bus stop, skidding to a halt when you reach the bench sitting positioned beside the bus stop. You stand quietly by the bench, but you soon notice a dark gray bus turn round a corner and head towards you. The bus rolls up beside you, slowing to a halt. The doors whooshed open and you clutch your bus ticket tightly, climbing aboard the bus. You step inside the bus and the doors slide shut behind you, slamming shut tightly. The bus driver, a heavy, grizzly looking man, grunts at you, telling you to take a seat. You look around, seeing that the bus was crowded with others. You take a seat and then glance out the windows. But, the windows were blacked out and you couldn't see anything outside of the window. Suddenly a rush of cold air comes out from the vents of the bus, but riding upon the wave of chilled air was a terrible scent. You frown, but you begin to feel drowsy and you head begins to spin in a daze. Finally, you give in to the tired feeling and you faint, your body going completely numb.


You feel a sharp pain throb at the back of your head, causing you to awake from your deep slumber. You force your eyelids open, but you are momentarily blinded due to the incredibly bright light in what you assumed to be a room. You rub your eyes and then sit open, noticing a hard mattress underneath you. Once your vision cleared, you looked around, seeing that the room you were in was completely white. You look down at yourself, noticing that you were now wearing and itchy white outfit. A loud sound pierced the still air in the quiet room you are in, the sound of a microphone coming to life echoed in your ears several times before it finally faded. You look around the white room, catching a glance of a small speaking in coming out of the ceiling. A voice could be heard over the speaker, deep and booming. "Greetings," the voice said, it wad clear that the speaker was a man. "I do apologize for the inconvenience... But, it was the only way that all of you could be properly escorted to this facility." the man said; the voice sounded polite and quiet charming, but something told you that he was withholding something. "Now, as you can see, you have been put in what we call a White Cell... There are no windows in the White Cell, but there is a door..." at that, you look around for the door, but there was none that your eyes could scope out. "We would like to congratulate you." the voice said cheerfully, drawing your attention once again. "You have survived the experiment... You have been given what we call a Devision... Your body has been changed and can now do marvelous things. Marvelous things, indeed." the voice continued. "But... It pains me to inform you that you will never be allowed out of this facility... You are now to dangerous to allow back into civilization..." the voice said, it's tone making it sound sorrowful for a brief moment. "Do not even try to escape... We have guards stationed at every possible exit... So... Enjoy your stay at Illusions!" the voice said, its moment of sorrow had ended and it had been replaced with a cheery note. The speaker turned off and the room went silent. Suddenly, the far walls of the room whooshed open and revealed an empty, gray hallway. You rose up from the bed and raced out into the hallway, fear washing over you. You noticed as more doors opened, revealing even more of the White Cells and even more people inside them.

~ • ~

You are now contained within the might fortress called Illusions, but you are not alone. Others were also taken and are also trapped inside Illusions. Only one thing matters now. Escaping.

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Rules:

• Tess' and the Forum Rules apply here
• Be polite to other players when speaking in OCC; which must be within (parenthesis) or double ((parenthesis)).
• There is no limit on characters, but please make sure you can control all the ones you make.
• There will be absolutely no killing of another persons character without asking and receiving permission first.
• No gary-sues or Mary-sues! No one likes perfect characters...
• Please inform me if you want to drop out, don't just stop posting or abandon this RP
• Remember, this is a semi-lit/literate Role Play, so at least three sentences please
• And please don't go overboard with cussing, okay? And if you must curse, please bleep them out like so: S**t
• Your character can have only one Devision.

Form:

Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Devision:
Brief bio:
Picture/Detailed description:
Other:

Devisions:

Warper(s):
Given the ability to momentarily expand the cells that make them solid and completely vanish into thin air, these redefined beings are able to pass through solid structures and appear again on the opposite side of the obstacle. But, doing this drains their energy, and if repeated multiple times in a matter of minutes could cause one to become unconscious.

Cloner(s):
These beings are able to take one attribute of themselves and completely separate it from their bodies, but the defused quirk or fault takes the shape and looks of their owner. Cloners are able to take multiple things about themselves and turn it into a perfect copy of themselves, but the copy is made up of only one aspect of their owner. But, the clones produced can only last for a couple of minutes, and then fades and the quirk it was built off of returns to its original owner.

Shifter(s):
They have the ability to transform themselves to resemble an animal, while having the full vocal abilities of a human. They can transform into any animal they please, but only for so long. If Shifters don't transform back to their original form after about an hour or so, they could become stuck in their animal form. Permanently.

Figment(s):
They can manipulate objects around them and can levitate off of the ground, but they are the ones who's energy depletes the fastest. Figments eyes change color when they summon their powers, which is a dead give away that they are not ordinary beings. They are truly mighty beings, but have many weaknesses.

Elementalist(s):
Given the abilities to control one chosen element of nature, they can even turn their bodies into their chosen element. They can't create essences of their element, but must carry a bit of it or at least have something that could easily bring their element into life, such as a ball of stone for earth of a box of matches for fire.

Generator(s):
These beings can transform any part of their body into a mechanical devise, but the metal they have created can fall off their bodies easily, at which time the metal just simply turns to dust. They are much like cyborg's, but they body parts return to their original form once the metal falls off.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Username:
• Sick Symphony •
Name:
Grace McBride
Age:
Sixteen
Gender:
Female
Personality:
She is extremely cunning and has a devious mind, which serves her very well considering she is a con artist. Grace is devious and sly, she can easily cheat you out of your money. She doesn't like to show emotions, and tries to hide them as best as she can. Grace can be nasty and rude, but mainly she is just devious. But she isn't all always brave, she will avoid a fight if she can, but she will only flee from a battle if someone she cares for is in danger. She is strong willed and is very stubborn, but she is a kind person deep down at heart, but there is much hatred and anger that clouds up her mind and prevents her true gentle nature to come forth.
Devision:
Figment
Brief bio:
She will tell you if you ask her
Picture/Detailed description:
Click here
Other:
Nope

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Username:
• Sick Symphony •
Name:
Bo Alexander Jenkins
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Bo is a cheerful and upbeat guy, who can rarely ever be taken seriously. He is fun and good spirited, he is energetic and can also be very annoying at times. Bo may have a tough appearance, but is actually a big softy. He is very competitive and always tries to be first one to win at everything that he does. However, Bo gets depressed at times, and in which he will attempt to also bring down the spirits of everyone around him. Bo is an intelligent young man, buts he tries to hide his quick wit from others, thinking that it is a repelling trait.
Devision:
Generator
Brief bio:
When Bo was fifteen years old, his parents died in a car accident, leaving him to take care of his baby sister. He found a babysitter willing to take care of his little sister, while he went off to work. Bo struggled to hold up a suitable job, often getting fired because he was a reckless worker. When Bo turned seventeen, he finally managed to find a job working at an auto repair shop. He bought his own apartment, but he still didn't make enough money to take care of both him and his infant sister. Bo, realizing that he didn't have enough money to raise his sister properly, gave his sister up to a wealthy family who promised to take good care of Bo's sister. He tried to save up enough money, attempting to save his money until he was sure he could provide the right care for his little sister. But, the family that had taken Bo's little sister in eventually moved away, giving Bo absolutely no resources on which he would be able to contact them.
Picture/Detailed description:
Click here to see
Other:
No

[Citael]

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[Citael]

Username:01dewey
Name:Willow Zafrina Arias
Age:Sixteen Years
Gender: Female
Personality:A clumsy and shy girl, that's who Willow is. She trips, falls, breaks a bones, everything. She is very shy around others, often stutters, or gets into embarrassing things of all sorts. She truly is a kind, smart girl at heart, but loves to be around others, even if she gets incredibly nervous and stutters every word. Ever since Willow has been born, she has loved animals, and felt that they loved her back. When she was normal, and lived a normal life, she had a two dogs, two cats, and three different birds. She loved them all, and cared for them. When she was around animals, she seemed beautiful, natural, and graceful. Willow is now able to become what she loves.
Devision:Shifter, Snow Leopard
Brief bio: Pretty normal life, normal, loving parents, slightly large family, so Willow often felt neglected, and soon became extremely shy, and didn't stand out much. She never had much friends, only her animals.
Other:Nope, but I may make more characters.

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(Accepted!
We can start after two more players join...)

[Citael]

{{Ok, cool.}}

[tamed.]

Username:Tamedwild
Name: Astrik Moon
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: She a quite the joker, she loves to laugh and play; but when she is put in a tight situation, she would run or help, but would never pick both. In her eyes, she would see everyone was important, and when to mood was down she would happily lift it back up. When at first glance, she would look like a helpless child with a pityfull outlook on everything; but from where's she's been, she's just as tough as the next guy; but she still has her girly moments. She loves the water and her imagination is wild. When she was younger, she could talk to an object and could keep it going for atleast one hour.
Devision: Warper
Brief bio: Why don't you ask?
Picture/Detailed description: *~*
Other: None. ~

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

(Accepted)

[Pockyy]

Pocky's characters ;;

Username:
Pocky<3

Name:
Alexandra Jane Bennett

Age:
Sixteen

Gender:
Female

Personality:
Alexa is normally very cheery, she seemingly always has a smile on her face. Most of the time, she is very motivated, even in the worst of circumstances. The first person her friends turn to talk to, though some people might find her obnoxious or irritating. Alexa is a carefree person; she doesn't care what others say behind her back. She has a slight OCD neatness, which means she'll fidget on edge if she saw anything really dirty without cleaning it first. Se can always be depended on by friends but has a slightly cold personality to strangers making it hard for her to make friends. Alexa has sometimes been described as having a 'split personality'.

Devision:
Elementalist, fire

Brief bio:
Alexa has had a plain childhood. Her parents were monotone, boring. She has aspired to be someone happier, though her family is like a crown of thorns, if you can see past the happy family facade. She likes spending his time doing trivial things like crosswords, though sport is a active part of her life. She had always liked to play with fire, a interesting heat that sustains life though being able to take it away just as easily. She lived in Australia for a little while when she was younger, being used to the bush fires that occurred often in the hot environment.

Picture // Detailed description:
x x x x x

Other:
Her childhood friend is James.



Username:
Pocky<3

Name:
James Edward Worthington

Age:
Seventeen

Gender:
Male

Personality:
James has always been the seclusive one. He also has trust issues, which he developed after his parents got divorced and his mother moved away. His father has always been the busy one, working day and night; James never got to see him, only the shadows underneath the doors and the towering paintings of past relatives. He likes keeping to himself, with minimal exposure to others. He won't be the first to start a conversation, but he may be the one to end it. He likes retorting back witty comments, although most of the time he can't think one up on the spot. James prefers to stay away from people, though he is always in the shadow of his father. He doesn't say much and prefers reading a book rather than someone's expression.

Devision:
Figment

Brief bio:
He met Alexa when his mother and her mother became friends, though after his mother moved away, he has not had much contact with her. His history is rather brief, with not much 'excitement'. James' usual routine was got to school, go home, eat dinner, read books//finish homework and sleep; not a very creative lifestyle. He has a pet border collie called Callie, which comforts him on the days of boredom or loneliness.

Picture // Detailed description:
x x x

Other:
His childhood is Alexa.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

(Accepted!
We may begin now!)

Bo sat huddled up in a taut ball in the hallway just outside his cell, his thick muscular arms wrapped around his knees. He stared blankly into the blindingly bright room he had been contained in, his eyelids frozen as he fell into deep thought. "How could I have been so stupid?" Bo thought, lowering his head and resting his chin upon his knee caps. "I should have known that there was something strange about that letter!" he said in a growl, thinking out-loud. A low rumbling noise built up in the back of Bo's throat, growing louder as he continued to take it upon himself for being foolish by accepting the invitation to go to Illusions. "It's more like a fancy h*llhole here..." Bo thought, closing his eyes and flopping his forehead down upon his knees.

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Grace stood pacing across her cell, her hands clasped behind her back and her eyebrows furrowed. Her teeth were clenched together tightly, her forehead throbbing with a terrible headache. Grace's light footsteps echoed through the large cell, bouncing off of the walls; and it seemed to her that her headache was sending shocks of pain in rhythm with the sounds that echoed around the room. Grace's eyes narrowed and she stopped, clenching her fists tightly until the point which her knuckles turned white. She sneered, her headache arising a blistering anger within her. Grace growled and then punched at the nearest wall. Pain shot up through the girl's fist, traveling up to her shoulder and causing her muscles to tense up. Grace winced, her knuckles throbbing with pain. She drew her hand back, looking over it to make sure she hadn't broken anything. Grace noticed that a scab on her knuckles had opened up again and was now releasing a small stream of blood. She sneered and then turned her gaze to the spot on the wall she had just punched, also seeing blood on the wall where her fist had collided with the wall. Grace wiped her bloody knuckles against her bright white pants, smearing her dark blood against the fabric.