|Captured Creatures|Semi-Lit+ to Literate|Accepting|

[Real Horrorshow]

[[May I please reserve a male worker and a female creature?]]

[Annwyn]

||Creature||

"They looked perfectly normal. Eyes and ears exactly where they should be. But inside, they were not normal. The blood of the gifted ran through their veins."

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{|Personal Information|}

Username: .:Afflicted:.
Name: Anastesia Akira Shozu
Nicknames:
Gender: Female
Age: 19. Born on December 17th, 1993.
Ability:
Blood Bullets:: When she is desperate, whether she's desperate to stay alive or pushed over the edge emotionally, Anastesia can use her own bloodstream as a weapon. According to the discrete studies of her; once Anastesia reaches her breaking point her blood will begin to boil, and eventually, explode out of any cuts and other injuries on her body in streams to hit anything around her as if they were bullets.

{|What You See|}

Hair Color: At the moment her hair is a stunning Electric Blue.
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: "I hate to tell but....116 lbs."
Skin Type: Very fair and as pale as porcelain. It seems as though her skin could shatter from even the softest touch.
Body Type: Anastesia's shoulders are well accented by muscles and go on to her long thin arms, the mucles in her bicep being the wiry sort. Her C-cup breasts round off nicely and create a nice hourglass figure to go with the flair of her hips. From the constant working out and running Anastesia goes through, she's developed nice muscle tones through out her entire body, giving her a sexy-athlete kind of body type.
Body Modifications or Scars: Anatesia has a tattoo of a black pawn on her left wrist that she had done on her 16th birthday. She has a dark blue septum ring and a peircing through her left eyebrow, along with 3 cartilage peircings in each ear and size 2 gauges. Unknown to her family, Anastesia got several "secret" tattoos over the passing year; a barcode on the back of her neck, a ring of realistic looking barbed wire around her right thigh, and "In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.." tattooed across her spine between either shoulder blade.

{The Inside of Me}

Personality: Anastesia has always been the rebellious and extremely outgoing in what she does, her creativity shows in her from everything from her naturally occuring Electric Blue hair to her over-all way of thinking. She is extremely confident and defiant in her basic frame-of-mind, she simply doesn't care how much people disapprove of her and her style. Anastesia may come off as having an 'attitude', but that's just what the a past behavioural analyisis calls her 'defense mechanism to ward people off'. That's almost completely wrong though. Anastesia has never had a fear of companionship, commitment, or has any 'trust' issues. But -since there's almost always a catch- if she decides she wants you, or wants you out of her life {which can be a split second decision}, it's gonna stay that way; for better or for worse. Anastesia's hard-headedness has given her a tough, and almost prideful confidence that she doesn't like for people to dispute. Anastesia is a hard-core girl, she doesn't believe in blind conformity or in doing things without reason. She's a smart girl, and doesn't believe in things that have no good explaination.

Anatesia is, to put it simply, a totally unique chick. She has an incredibly short temper, and if you get onto her blacklist, it's virtually impossible to get yourself off of it. Anastesia may only be 5”4, but this girl packs a mean punch. Her fragile exterior may make her seem weak, but it's best to be weary and careful around her. She's generally talkative when relaxed, and can be called a flirt for her bodacious behavior around people she feels comfortable with, Anastesia is a crazed chick who has her own little spin on all her veiws and style she follows. Her rough edges will probably never smooth out, but Anastesia does work at keeping herself under control, and her sharp tongue even more so.
History: Anastesia's life has always been tough, her mother was a prostitute and frequent drug user, so she was never able meet her real father. Her mother didn't start to straighten out until she met Klaude, who's now Anastesia's step-father, an off duty Malitia seargent of 14 years. After Klaude and Anastesia's mother dated for several years, they got married. When Anastesia was starting to reach her 8th birthday, her mother became pregnant with Alexander, her brother. Alex was born about 8 and a half months later. After the age of 4 and Alex was able to walk, Klaude taught him as much information as he could manage to give out to his son. Anastesia was never jealous of the extra attention Alex got from Klaude, though she actually enjoyed spending time with her step-father, a little down time for herself was always appreciated.

The winter before, her mother became infected with rabies from a random dog bite and later died from it in the hospital since they couldn't diagnose her; neither of the kids felt any sadness towards the loss of their mother. She never dropped her drug habits, and not-so-secretly cheated on Klaude when he was a few cities away on call for recruiting. Klaude wasn't very moved after his late wife's death either, but it was obvious some part of him was lost that day. Anastesia realized a few months after her mother's death that her family wouldn't be the same, so she resorted to multiple methods to keep her sanity, mostly adrenaline-based things and partying til 3 a.m.

Life was much harder for Anastesia as she began to spiral out of control. She became obsessed with her adrenaline addiction, and couldn't stand to go too long without it. Even though it exhausted her both mentally and physically, it was all she began to care about. Her step father resorted to kicking her out, and into a mental health ward for treatment. Being sent off to a random place so far from her humble apartment and family, Anastesia was virtually heart-broken. She underwent mental analysis for her extreme addiction and obsession with narcotics and alcohol for 2 and a half months before Freak 'adopted' her. Anastesia had noticed while she was staying with the study group that she'd begun to develop unusual abilities. She thought it had just been her hysteria and withdrawl; just a bunch of mind tricks and little visions in her head. But Freak knew otherwise.

She's been locked up within Freak's containment chamber for the past 3 months; she's still undergoing training and it's unknown whether she's at the fullest of her abilities or not. Anastesia is still suffering from withdrawl, so she's prone to violent outburts and halucinations. It's recommended to be cauctious around her.
Likes:
• "Any kind of Alcohol. The cheap kind isn't as good, but it works."
• High-Quality Cigarettes
• "Sketching <3"
Dislikes:
• "Water, especially the ocean. I nearly drowned a long time ago..."
• "Small Spaces. It just really scares me, I can barely stand going into my closet."
• "Hot Weather."
Strengths:
• Obviously, her power. It's still in the process of being fully developed, but she's gradually getting stronger.
• Her flirty personality and strong charisma. She's able to get even some of the most unwilling people onto her side and bride her way into what she wants using only words.
• Because of her appearance {and the fact she may sometimes put on an act to look exceedingly weaker than she trully is} Anastesia is underestimated as an oppenent, and in some cases, makes whomever she must fight unwilling to hurt her.
Weaknesses:
• Anastesia's body is basically going into overload whenever her body is releasing blood, so right before or right after her attacks she is virtually helpless. The loss of blood causes Anastesia to become anemic, so exhaustion and fainting spells are frequent for her. If the blood bullets last too long, she can sometimes fall into a brief coma and would need blood transfusions. If the blood cannot be realeased from Anastesia's body, she suffers major consequences. Possibly even death. So in the midst of a fight or when she's going into mass hysteria, Anastesia may need to hurt herself in order to save herself.
• The blood bullets are not easily controlled, and even if she is focusing on what she wants to destroy, some of the streams can still go into random directions. The bood bullets usually don't last very long, only 7 to 10 seconds, but that's usually enough time for her to destroy most of her surroundings.
• Her addiction to drugs and other controlled substances.

{Other}

Anything I've Forgotten:
Anastesia is deathly allergic to peanuts.

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"Freak had captured them. Locked them up in cages. Put them through powerful tests and exercises each day. He had given them no knowledge of where they were or why they were here."

||Creature||

[skïttles]

Damien was consumed in a rather nice dream. His dreams were always nice and his sleep always restful. He didn't awaken until Freak entered the room, passing him today's clothing. His transfer from dreams to the waking world was as peaceful as it could be. His eyes simply opened, and he sat up easily like he wasn't asleep at all. It was a learned talent, the ability to pretend to be awake while he really was asleep. Sooner or later the boy known as Cheshire would come to develop the talent of sleeping with his eyes open, he was sure of it. Cheshire grinned to himself at that thought.

The boy stripped off yesterday's clothing shamelessly, easing himself into the new set that was, surprisingly, not very uncomfortable. The meals weren't that bad either. He believed that he ate worse when he was living under his mother's wing. Cheshire tried to avoid thinking of his mother at all times, it only brought depression, and further fury at the weirdo that kept them contained. He was firm in the belief that freak had killed his mother as he bore into a meal of creamed wheat. It was also quite filling, but that might also be because he was so hungry. Cheshire scooped mouthful after mouthful down his throat, and then he licked the bowl for good measure.

When he was done, he savored a juicy pear, lavishing in yesterday's good behavior. Sure, he didn't get the sugary berries that most people pined for, but that was because he disliked them. If he was rewarded with a berry, there was no doubt that someone else would receive it. Cheshire simply disliked them, it wasn't a grudge or anything. He loved pears though. The texture, the flavor, the consistency. Maybe it reminded him of home, or maybe he just liked them the best. Either way, he got a good feeling when he ate a pear. A warm feeling that he could pass to others throughout the day. Cheshire was a human happy-maker, and he loved his job.

[~Everlasting~]

{Cabin Fever: Of course. I'll add that to the front page now.
.:Afflicted:.: Accepted! I'll add you to the front page as well.}

||Freak||

Freak finished distributing the clothes to the creatures, slipping it quietly into their cages. His silent feet moved across the floor and led him back into the small room he shared with his workers. He had sent some of them to do some cleaning in the testing and training rooms. Others had been sent to do minor jobs and were already back lying on their beds. Freak smiled softly at each of them as he entered, making his way to a window nearest his bed.
Freak leaned against the wall under his window, watching out the door as Aasiyah distributed the food to the creatures. He smiled inwardly at the young girl. She was one of his favorite workers. After all, he had known her before all of this began. She, he believed, was the only one who didn't think of him as a complete monster.
Freak turned around to face the window, gazing at the outside of his building. Rain was slowly beginning to fall from the slightly-dark sky. He sighed heavily; the creatures were probably going to need to stay inside today. He hated keeping them in those cages all day.
Freak tensed a bit as Aasiyah entered the room. It wasn't uncommon for her to come and speak to him after her job. He just wasn't the best at speaking, especially in the morning, when his mind buzzed with a million different thoughts that he couldn't seem to organize. "Excellent, Aasiyah," he said, sprinkling encouragment onto his words. "Mm, yes. Slowness is to be expected. It's a bit early for them to be rising, anyway."
Freak chuckled slightly. He had raised the girl well. Her gift was very strong. "It's nothing, child. Just a bit tired is all." He turned his back to the window, once again facing the door. "How are all of the creatures moods today?" This was a daily thing he went through with Aasiyah. Although she no longer needed to be tested, Freak still enjoyed seeing her ability being used.

[Aniki]

Aasiyah Sari Valeska || Worker

Smiling at the encouragement in Freak’s voice, Aasiyah locked eyes with her master. While he wore the mask she was still able to see his eyes. She was always told that someone’s eyes were like a window into their soul.
As Freak challenged her abilities yet again, Aasiyah smirked.

“Damien is well; he isn’t in a good or bad state of mind. Danika is still adjusting to her new cage so her temper is flaring. I think it would be for the best if she was let out for a while today. Maybe to the race track? Let her run out her negative emotions. As for Daniel, he is still fast asleep which getting a reading on his mood is challenging. I would guess that he is also content.”
Aasiyah finished her report and locked her hands together – fingers entwined – behind her back.

[Dafna]

What struck him as odd was the fact that Daniel could appear dead to the world when he slept. That was probably due to the fact that it took him so long to get asleep. Even when he did sleep he would usually stay asleep, enjoy any peace that seemed to appear in his dreams. Only this time round it wasn’t a very peaceful dream, instead it had turned out to be a bite of a nightmare.

Opening his eyes instantly, he was just in time to see one of the workers exit the room before he turned and looked at the fresh pile of clothes and new bowl of food out ready for him. On any other day he would have been good and fine to just deal with it. Today though the sight of the food just seemed to make him feel sick, he didn’t know what from though just he couldn’t eat it. With that in mind Daniel moved from where he had previously been sleeping and picked up the pile of clothing. There were times when he wondered if they would ever get anything odd but that was just him. Quickly changing the old clothes for the fresh ones he looked at his hands for a few seconds before sitting back down near the back corner of the cage. Watching his hand intently for a few seconds before clicking and watching the flame appear at the top of his thumb. One day he would get out of here and return to normal but in the back of his mind he started to wonder if he actually wanted to leave.

Though he wouldnt admit it to the others he had been working on a plan for escape but he wasn't sure when it would be good to use, especially since he didnt want to leave some of the other so called creatures here. Staring at the flame in his hand for a few seconds he looked at his old clothes before moving forward and placing the flame near the clothes, the clothes catching on fire quickly. Daniel made sure that it stayed where it was and didnt spread even though he was thinking about the idea.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Danika~

I took the food once it was offered. A nice hunk of meat and a slice of apple. I actually liked raw meat due to what I was and I smirked ruefully to myself. After devouring it, I let a small dribble of blood go down my chin and laid back in the cage, leaning against the back. Luckily, the clothes I got fit me almost perfectly. I held up my right hand, creating a paw with it, and added another day to my tally on the wall. I was transferred cages, so I had to start over with an approximation. I think it was about 3 years now.

I set my paw down on the ground and sighed as I absentmindedly began to scratch into the floor. The lines were shallow but quite visible. After a moment I looked down. Half the time I would make a picture without knowing it. I wished that I was dead. There was a crude face and an arm reaching out of a hole with water. There was a house on fire. It was my past. I yelled angrily and very loudly and hurriedly scratched it out before growling loudly and muttering some choice words under my breath.

[~Everlasting~]

{Remember ~Fullmetal.Heart~, you're supposed to write in 3rd person. }

||Freak||

Freak watched out the door as Aasiyah gave the daily mood report. "Hmm," he said, eyes scanning his creatures. Aasiyah's gift was very helpful. If he worked her hard enough, then one day, maybe she could read minds instead of just feeling them. That would be very useful. Then, she could inform him of plots to destroy him. But it was more likely that, even if she got to that point, she wouldn't tell him about it. Even if she didn't see him as a total monster, she still wanted to get out like everyone else. Freak didn't blame her. There were times when he wanted to escape, too.
Freak watched Daniel as he lit his old pair of clothes on fire. "Doesn't look like he's sleeping anymore," he said softly, more to himself than to Aasiyah. "That could be dangerous." Freak knew Daniel well enough to understand that he could control the fire just fine. It was the thought of him not wanting to control it that scared him.
Although Aasiyah knew nothing of his gift, Freak figured it wouldn't be bad to use it around her. If he did, she probably wouldn't think it was his gift. It was more likely for her to ignore it, or come up with a different cause for the moving object. Freak concentrated on the kitchen sink and watched as water slowly began to pour out of it. "Put a bucket under that, will you?" he said to Aasiyah, gesturing to the sink. He then began to walk out the door.
"Careful with that," he said, his feet haulting when he arrived at Daniel's cage. "We wouldn't want to have an accident--." He was cut off by Danika, who let out a long, horiffic howl. He glanced over at her cage. "Shh, Danika," he said soothingly, taking a few steps in her direction. "Quiet now. You're alright." This one was a bit fiesty. He had to watch out for her.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

(Gah sorry. I forgot. -,-)

~Danika~

Danika heard Freak approaching and when he reached her cage, there was a large area of lighter metal from where she had scratched out the pictures she had accidentally drawn. She glared up at him and sighed angrily. Her voice was almost like a growl whenever she spoke. "No it's not alright. I keep having these stupid nightmares and seeing my brother everywhere I go! And being locked up in a cage isn't helping anything!" She made her wings pop back into her back and made her hand return to normal. "There's no point in keeping us locked up like this, Freak!" An angry tear trickled down her cheek as she continued to growl.

[Real Horrorshow]

||Creature||

"They looked perfectly normal. Eyes and ears exactly where they should be. But inside, they were not normal. The blood of the gifted ran through their veins."

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{|Personal Information|}

Username:
Cabin Fever
Name:
Maria Eleanor Day
Nicknames:
Maria. Just Maria.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Just recently turned nineteen.
Ability:

Maria has the power of Substance Mimicry, the ability to transform into any substance she touches. This includes other people, but that sort of transformation is extremely limited in time-length.

{|What You See|}

Hair Color:
A brown similar to dark chocolate.
Eye Color:
Maria's eyes are a mixture of blue and green; they switch on-and-off, depending on what color of clothing she's wearing.
Height:
5'7"
Weight:
About 130 lbs., but she hasn't checked in a long time, nor does she want to.
Skin Type:
Maria's skin is pale with light freckles clustered here-and-there, barely noticeable.
Body Type:
She's rather tall and slim, with long legs and decent curves. Maria's no supermodel, but she understands that her body has some potential.
Body Modifications or Scars:

No. That's just disgusting.

{The Inside of Me}

Personality:
In the midst of horrid situations, Maria can think through her options very carefully and play on her environment's - both the people and objects around her - strengths and weaknesses to find the best way to solve a problem. She's rather self-centered and seldom puts others before her, always prepared to take down any sort of opponent that blocks her way to just about anything. So she's definitely a fighter, and frequently apt to push people down when necessary.
Maria has much respect for herself, and she most definitely does not like to be humiliated by anyone, even if it can be justified. However, if need be, she can control herself - and resist gouging a disrespectful person's eyes out - to stay afloat. Maria can usually tell when it's a good idea to keep her mouth shut, just out of experience with parents and teachers.
Manipulation is a tactic that Maria tries out every once in a while to get what she wants, and as said before, she isn't afraid to weaken anyone. She often uses flirtation to make people fall to her knees, and Maria has the body to pull it off. But she knows that, of course. It isn't the best idea to pour a lot of faith and trust into Maria, for after she's finished with a person, she's glad to scrape them off the bottom of her $400.00 shoe.
History: Maria grew up as the only child of two extremely rich parents, living in a house that was the envy of her neighborhood. From the toddler years, all the way up to her turning nineteen, she was showered with gifts, guys, and a different posse each day to match her outfit. She was used to using her parents' money to spoil herself and bribe her "friends", and Maria never felt any remorse for making people look like animals. To her, it was actually quite amusing. Everyone either wanted her, or wanted to be her - whether it be for looks or wealth - and she knew it.
That changed when she met Freak. Maria had been considering a career in modelling - even if she had no talent, surely her parents could buy her into the business - and had gotten a call from her parents that said a man wanted to interview her. Maria agreed and set out for a part of her hometown that was rather foreign to her. When she arrived at the interview, Maria recognized the man there. He'd cruised around her school many times in the past. What a creep. What a freak. Maria decided that it would be best to start going through the questions and then fake an excuse to leave. The questions seemed to have absolutely nothing with modelling experience; they were more involved with her medical records than anything. After what seemed like hours, she lied about her mother needing her home. Unfortunately, the man - whose name had not even been mentioned - refused to let her leave. Maria became frightened, and she wanted to sink into her chair. She didn't do that, though. Maria turned into the chair that she'd been sitting in.
Since then, Maria's been stuck with Freak in his "secret lair", as she calls it. How much time has past, she doesn't know, but it can't have been more than a couple weeks. Or could it? Regardless of how long she's been there, Maria has despised every moment spent in her cage, being degraded by a man who obviously has issues to deal with. She's tried an assortment of methods to coax him out of his icy shell, but to no avail as of yet.
Likes:
• Anything expensive
• Guys
• Longs walks in crowded areas
Dislikes:
• Being humiliated
• Jalopies
• Bland food
Strengths:
• Manipulation
• Mimicry of objects
• Staying level-headed
Weaknesses:
• Mimicry of people
• Her pride
• Fear of being abandoned, ditched, trashed, etc.

{Other}

Anything I've Forgotten:

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"Freak had captured them. Locked them up in cages. Put them through powerful tests and exercises each day. He had given them no knowledge of where they were or why they were here."

||Creature||

||Worker||

“Even after you finish your training, Freak is still your master. Your ruler. When he declares you have reached the point where you cannot grow to be any more powerful, you become his worker.”

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{|Personal Information|}[/center][/b][/color]

Username:
Cabin Fever
Name:
Stanley Alexander Nolan
Nicknames:
Stan
Gender:
Male
Age: Twenty
Ability:

Stan can use supernatural means to track both objects and individuals, also known as pathfinding.

{|What You See|}

Hair Color:
A great number of arguments have sparked up in the past about the exact color of his hair, but Stan prefers to call it "dirty blonde".
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
145 lbs.
Skin Type:
Stan's skin is tan and slightly oily.
Body Type:
Stan's relatively tall, and he has some muscle on him, but he is rarely considered a "dreamboat".
Body Modifications or Scars:

He has a hardly visible tattoo on his his left leg that says, "Politicians, ugly buildings, and w****s all get respectable if they last long enough." Stan believes it's a line from a movie, but he cannot remember which one. He also has a collection of scars running up-and-down his arms, legs, and back - half of them came from the rigorous training, and the other half was self-inflicted for discipline purposes.

{The Inside of Me}

Personality:
It's easy to see that Stan looks like a complete goofball, but his appearance in no way matches his personality. He's more of a perfectionist full of passion for what he admires, relentlessly striving to become the type of character that he yearns to be.
Stan is usually involved with only two people: himself, and his potential self. He is one to never give up on his dreams or cut any slack on himself. In his opinion, if he wants to be somebody, it's going to take non-stop effort, studying every aspect of his future being. Unfortunately, Stan's a tad irrational - due to his never-ending distraction of looking into his future - so he doesn't understand that he can't change who he is by a schedule.
Obviously, he's a fan of watching others whom he admires and following their examples. When Stan finds his perfect specimen, he can't stop thinking about them. It turns into a mad obsession, and he often finds himself sinking into a deep and dark depression. This is where the perfectionist inside him steps in. Stan trains himself to become someone new, and when he thinks he's failed himself, he resorts to self-mutilation. Discipline. This happens quite frequently when he finds another person, like a girl. A distraction. Stan fights off two conflicting feelings, and eventually, confusion and stress overwhelms him, and it's just not pretty. However, that sort of incident seldom happens.
History: Stan only recalls vague events in his fairly short lifetime before working for Freak. He remembers a tiny apartment with a woman living inside; the name of that woman has failed to come to mind. There was a television where Stan would watch movies - a great amount, he believes. The TV disappeared sometime, so the woman and he had to save up for a new one. He'd been very upset about that for some reason. They hadn't enough money for a new TV, but Stan found the old one somehow. Something had told him how to find it, sort of like searching for a buried treasure chest. The man whom he'd found it with... Stan still can't put a name to the face to this very day. He can't even remember what the face looked like. Nothing past that day sticks out in his mind. Only Freak.
In the beginning of working with Freak, Stan had no feelings for the man. He was just someone whom he had no control over, and Stan was content with this. As the first months passed by, he began to realize who this Freak was: a man with a dream. Even though Stan does not recall any of it, he'd always been fond of people with dreams like his own, so he eventually attached himself to him. Always doing any favors handed off to him and trying to learn every little detail about the man. Stan has been infatuated with Freak for years - about four years now - and has striven to become him. He never tells anyone this, but if Freak ever dies, he wants to take up his mantle. Stan loves that man more than himself.
Likes:
• Freak
• Movies, though he doesn't remember any that he's watched
• Studying people and dreaming about them
Dislikes:
• Ignorance & Distractions
• Failure
• Chinese food
Strengths:
• His unwavering persistence, for he doesn't give up easily
• His skill in tracking both objects and people (Stan's had about four years of training and working, so it's no surprise.)
• Discipline
Weaknesses:
• His unwavering persistence, for he doesn't know when to give up (it can be a strength or weakness, depending upon circumstance)
• Being a hardcore perfectionist to the point of badly mutilating himself when unnecessary
• Isolating himself from everything but his obsession when he should be focused on something else entirely

{Other}

Anything I've Forgotten:
Stan talks in his sleep about his past, but he's never been told that he does this.

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“Sure, you’re no longer trapped in a cage. But some believe that being a worker is no better than being in a cage.”

||Worker||