[Spyro_Da_Wolf]

Spyro_Da_Wolf
Name: Maximus
Element: (up to rare) fire
How they got "infected": He was out sneaking around, but got caught with some really screwed up scientists(kinda like the Dread Doctors from Teen Wolf) who used him to experiment on him, take him WAYYYY past his limits. He was changed to this beast that everyone feared. He became an assassin, Hunter, anything that was bad. He was trying to take control over everything. He didn't stand to be bossed around, so he would show them there place... (More info. To come)

[gojo]

mARK

[mongrel]

Cutie patootie <3
res with extremely radioactive experiment gone wrong

[miku]

Name:
Element: (up to rare)
How they got "infected":
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art

res!

[ps4 kid]

Name: Mortal (Also means "Deadly" in Galician.)
Element: (up to rare) Fire
How they got "infected":
Music to listen to with story, please skip to 1:05!
Mortal sat in his testing lab, mixing together chemicals, until smoke rose from one of the beakers. He set it down as it became hot on his paws. It then flashed up, and mixed to create a magenta mixed with black color. He bent down to look at it. It swished around in the container. He looked around for his testing student, until he realized that his student had taken his break time. He thought for a moment, before picking up the beaker, and stirring it. He gulped hard, as he sipped it, and downed it. He gagged, as black liquid came out. He got on his knees, as he still continued to cough. Tears ran through his eyes, as he held his chest. The black substance wouldn't stop coming out of his mouth. He yelped for help, but he couldn't speak. He looked at the floor, to notice how much black liquid was covering the floor. He quickly grabbed a mask, and pulled it over his muzzle, it helped a bit, but still didn't stop the pain and the black goop. Someone ran in, to eventually realized what had happened. The broken glass on the floor, liquid everywhere, two chemicals sitting on the table. You used those?! Those ones are not meant for consumption! The gator quickly explained, before looking at Mortal. Through Mortal's coughs and gags, he lifted down his mask. I-I.. more liquid spurted from his mouth as he inhaled, didn't know what it was.. I was just testing, but I need help! He pulled the mask up before holding on to his chest again. Right on it, follow me. Quickly. You may only have a small time to live because of the chemicals you've just taken in. The gator grabbed him and pulled him into a operation room. After a few long hours, the gator had managed to help him. What happened? Mortal rubbed his head as the gator explained about the chemicals he had taken, and how it had really affected his body's system. Mortal, his mouth still dripping black, eye's widened. Then the words slipped out of the gator's mouth. We all believe that you are infected. A virus from the chemicals may have entered your system, causing odd goop to come from your mouth, due to it affecting your heart. Mortal had a dis-belief expression on his face, No, it can't be. Please, it can't be. He got up, as he ran out of the room. No! Don't go! It's going to hurt you more! The gator pleaded as he chased after him. Mortal's mouth leaked more and more as he ran, he ignored this though as he ran faster. I'm Fine, I'm Fine, I'm fine. RIGHT?! He panicked as he was pinned down by the gator. STOP MOVING! It's going to hurt you MORE! The gator shouted before taking him back to the room and setting him on the bed. This isn't real, i'm dreaming right?!" Mortal screamed, as he panicked in the bed he was in. This isn't a dream sadly. The gator explained. Get some rest, and stop panicking. We'll talk to you when your calm. The gator said as he walked out of the room.
Extras: 800 words/ 3 pieces of art
wip <3

[skylark]

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Name: Evandor Clarx
Element: Venom
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How they got "infected"
It wasn’t a pleasant sight. The town of Runswick had been suffering a long, and grueling trauma. It’s the year 3497; barely any greenery plucked itself from the Earth, and the skies hung with the dreary darkness of plague. A powerful smog hung over the place, and afflicted anyone that dared to breathe. The tired people could do nothing to cure their loved ones of the illness, and so every day they would reluctantly blame the past and continue to heave their heavy shoulders back to work again.

Frankly, it was depressing. “If only the people would have opened their eyes so long ago,” they would weep, “would we be free of what ails us, and what ails our children.” But sadly, they could not correct the past.

It was pollution that had eaten up the Earth. All the chemicals, wastes, toxins, fuels, garbage, and poisons. Industry went too fast for the planet and soon it was too late to take heed. Now, the streets shown only blackness. The walls tattered and torn; eroded. The land barren and a wicked purple, oozing a sickening sludge. Not a single animal stirred in the moonlight.

And yet the people stayed.

Though broken, the citizens continued to work and attempt to feed their families- although there was not much they could do. The young and strong would go out to rebuild and clean, whilst others would try to prepare food, or heal the sick with what little they had. It was difficult, but they did what they could to survive. The world had turned stale, but the people in it were not gone.

Enter Evandor. The young man was just like everybody else: exhausted and distant. His demeanor was empty, and somewhat cold. He was easy to snap, and yet his tiredness kept him from overstepping it. A cycle.

Walking through the lonesome city, he would see the people with their face-masks and coats. Sometimes there were less people seen that day than the day before. They were scarce already, but he took notice. With heavy eyes, he would continue forward, coughs echoing through the walls.

Further into the bleak darkness, a small out-cove. An eaten up desk. Papers from the trash salvaged to be re-written on. He sighed, wheezing slightly.

Around him were dirty bottles of substances, scattered around on the tarnished brick. They were samples of the poisons and sickness found in the area. Though the people would try to heal the wounded around them, it was feared that if someone were to meddle with the chemicals that plagued them in an attempt to cure- it would just create a worsened outbreak. Deep down, Evandor feared this too; but he was so discouraged that he felt he had to do something to feel as though progress was being made. The plague was rotting him away. Like the others, he was desperate. Angry. And so he continued anyhow.

The people were somewhat correct about their superstition. Being so close to what was destroying their populous, it just eroded Evandor’s health even quicker. He would deny that it did, and continue trying, acquiring belongings from the rubble around him in attempt for something. Masks, bags, books, anything. Anything.

anything....

There was a heavy "thunk" as things fell and glass broke on the stone. Coughing aggressively, he fainted.
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[rnirai]

mark

[trans]

dropping out, gl everyone !!

[vympyre]

mark mark mark

[gooey.]

hnnng i'm tempted
res w/ an exorcist/prophet that got a little too far into the spirit worlds ??