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

[free.]

{ Could I please reserve a Reaper spot? It will be a female. I will be making a male mutant as well.
Thank You,
-Free }

[Cuckoo]

Sure.

[Yuki.]

For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: 'If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?' And whenever the answer has been 'No' for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Name:
Rose Ellie Nixon
Age:
28
Alliance:
Reaper
Personality:
Heartless ~

Rose is one who will not think twice. Given an order, means an order. She will do the unnecessary to complete her task. Having given full devotion to this job, Rose will not care about the children. She hunts on the weak, not letting them stand a chance. Call her cold, call her absurd, it won't make a difference to her. She sees most mutants as a disgrace to mankind; a fault of the less wealthy beings.

Gulible ~

Even as a child, Rose has been very unsure of many things. Being easily convinced to silly pranks such as "Look! A Unicorn". After turning her full attention to a disappointing empty field of plain grass, Rose would finally realize that she had been played into a joke. This had been one of the factors of her hating her childhood and many children. She hated how they teased each other and laughed at the weaker. It brought her to be what she is today.

Strict ~

Four hours a day, every day, Rose works herself till she is dripping sweat. Rose believes that she must stay fit, otherwise lag behind others who can pass you. Sit ups, Push Ups, Jumping Jacks, Pull Ups, Weight lifting, Running, and bicycling. Someone can easily guess how hard she worked to get her muscles. Not only on herself, but others too. She will stress to others who aren't as strong as her, no matter their age, to work out and exercise.

Appearance:
[xXx]

Fake.
Everything this woman does is fake. Her hair, her face, her body; all fake. You don't know though, that's why it doesn't matter. As long as she seems real, it is enough to believe she is.

The short red hair, clearly dyed. Naturally curly, you can catch her with a straightener each morning. Her blue eyes, filled with mascara and eye shadow. Her face is a pale pink, covered with piles of make up.
Rose stands to be five foot six, only a bit smaller than most people. She tends to fill her bra with napkins, annoyed by her flat chest. As far as weight, Rose is a healthy woman. She has a light six pack, which she tends to hide, and an hourglass figure.

History:

Rose is one who does not live in the past. She avoids it and everything such. When forced into a situation revolving around her history, she becomes weak and fragile.

It had started when she was a child, at the age of 9. Rose was a a daily stroll down a street. Her father had businesses in the government, often leaving her alone for the day with some money. Rarely seeing her father, she learned to mature faster and took responsibility for her life more. Her mother was a sweet woman, but had sadly left them at birth due to a bad heart. She had also left Rose with a cursed heart, beating twice as fast as a normal heart.
Rose was upon the streets one day, exploring the world like usual. She came across a boy, who appeared two years younger than her. With scraggy blonde hair and beautiful green eyes, Rose had fallen in love with this boy. Though, there was something different with him; He wasn't human. The boy had two large fangs emerging from his mouth, and two inch long hair appearing from his neck. His nose had began to turn black at the tip, and was pushed onto his face.
Rose knew this boy had defects, she realized he was a street rat, but this didn't stop her from becoming friends. For five years Rose would meet with this beast and spend time with him. She would feed him, care for him, teach him how to talk. It was this boy, the only boy, that Rose had fallen in love with.
When rose was almost 15, she had set out to meet with her old friend. What she hadn't known was her father had lost his job at the government, which resulted in him returning home early. He had just saw her leave when he had returned, watching her head off into unknown land. Curiosity had drove him to follow her, being led into a surprising situation.
Rose was forced to leave that day, forced to hide in her room. Never again would she see this young lad, never again she didn't. All she was left that day was a blank expression from her father's face, not even daring to see his daughter.
As she grew up, time passed. Her father had died from what she was told to be a heart attack, but yet she never was able to see his body. Leaving her his job of a Reaper. It was a dirty job, which she soon grew to handle, but it was enough to give her money.
She fell in love with a blonde boy, who had the most striking brown eyes. Soon marrying him, she found herself pregnant. It was a gift to have a small female child, sitting in her womb. So much excitement rang through both her and her love. Nothing could be more perfect.
Going into labor, she had experience the brutal pain of birth. She remembered her husband standing in front of her, his face from joy to a dark frown. Another male entered, whispering something in his ear then left. Rose didn't understand why everything was so quiet when new life had just entered the world. As rose stared into her husbands eyes, she soon felt the emptiness in his blank expression. The same expression her father gave her, when she never saw the boy in her past again.
Rose cried, she knew what had happened. Stupid her. Thinking everything was OK. She never even held the child, helpless and defeated. This couldn't be happening, not her baby.
It was happening, though, and it was real. Nothing could stop it, no one could stop it.

Weeks passed, solemn and sadness had passed through the family. Rose was weak, and she could barely breath at times. She grew pale, bags pertained to be under her eyes. Her husband had noticed this, and had took her job as a reaper. It was clear that she was in no condition to leave, and money was needed to survive. For a moment, everything was finally getting back in place. Just until it happened again. The man in a black suit had came to her door one quiet night, giving her a solemn frown. He explained that her husband was receiving a medal of honor badge

Other:
I was like stalking this thread for a few hours seeing if it was open so I could get a character in, soon as I go to sleep you open it XD Hope i'm not too late ^^

[Cuckoo]

No problem. =)

[Muggafinn]

Name: Ka
Age: 17
Appearance: Standing just over five feet, Ka isn't terribly tall, nor does she exude any sort of imposing manner. Her cheeks are sunken, her eyes, which appear pupil-less, have fared no better. Generally covered in a mix of dirt and slime, the mutant's features are often hard to see, but are so warped it is easy to recognize what she is. Her nose is little more than a flat surface, the nostrils visible only as slits above her mouth, which stretches far too wide to appear normal. If her jaws seem odd and set back too far, it is for a reason. The girl is able to unhinge them completely, revealing a mouth full of small, recurved teeth and a pair of fangs. Her skin is dark, spotted frequently with shinier scales. These concentrate around her face, throat, and hands.
The mutant has some grasp of speech, but cannot configure a sentence beyond the level of a small child's. There is no hair on her head, all of it having fallen out when she was younger, and her limbs are thin and wiry. Despite all these other traits, the most disturbing is, probably, her gait. Legs and snakes, generally, do not go well together. Because of this, any movement tends to be a challenge. Ka moves in rapid jerks and starts, lurching forward with great speed, but is virtually incapable of running for any distance greater than a few dozen feet. The claws on her hands and feet, though, allow her to clamber up buildings.
Starting at her knee, a pitted and warped area of skin shows where she was burned, years ago. It stretches up to around her hipbone, but is of course hidden by the mass of ragged clothing which she wears. This consists of a pair of baggy pants and a hooded jacket, without shoes or socks. On her left wrist she wears a string bracelet, given to her by her brother. Lastly, her arms seem a bit too long, proportionally, and both of her hands contain an extra finger next to the pinkie. Rough pads cover her palms and fingertips, which are dark brown in color.
Personality: Bitter and reserved, she is vicious when it comes to getting what she wants. Without a pack of allies around her, it is extremely hard to survive, but at the same time she dislikes contact with others. This isn't a very convenient dynamic, of course, but if she has to be in a group, she'd like to be calling the shots. Ka isn't intelligent, but she's smart. She can't tell you if the Earth orbits the sun, but she knows what to say and when to say it, and more importantly who to say it to.
History: The daughter of a poor factory worker and his wife, she was raised almost completely by her older brother, who had managed to snag a job pawning the last valuables of unfortunate families. This was a dangerous profession, of course, and by the time she was six that young man that had cared for her was floating face-down in a putrid river. After this, she was cast out on the street. Eating rats and a number of small animals, Ka eventually fell in with a group of other outcasts. The empty building they were hiding in, considered a luxury over the sewers, caught fire late one night and she only managed to escape with severe burns on one of her legs. Several years of slinking around ensued, until she decided to cast her lot with a tribe again.
Rank: Scraper
Other: Nope!

[Cuckoo]

Accepted. =)

[free.]

{ Here is my Mutant form. I will begin working on my Reaper form. }

Name:
Thayne (pronounced like rain but with the 'TH' sound instead of the 'R'.) A family name.
Age:
Eighteen
Appearance:
Thayne has dark, auburn reddish brown hair. It is messy and sticks up here and there, hanging over his eyes. He is tall, standing at exactly six feet. He has two small, sharp horns that poke up from beneath his curly hair. His eyes are slanted like a cats, and a pale, watered down blue in color on the outsides of his iris, slowly growing darker until the middle of his eye is pitch black. His face is lean and gaunt, with hollow cheeks and dark, deathly circles under his strange eyes. His nose is straight and pointed, a human looking nose. His lips are bloodred and thin. They pull back to reveal row upoon row of sharp, pointed, white teeth. Like shark's teeth. What might be considered the canine teeth are taller and taper to a sharp end as thin as a needle in his mouth. His tounge is skinny and forked, a snake tongue. His skin is pale, snow white, almost transluscent. Thin, blue black vains run over his entire face. They are hard to see, but they are there, tiny, hardly a third of a centimeter in width. What might have possibly been broad, strong shoulders are now narrow, mere skin and bones. Thayne is skinny, starved, even. His ribs are clearly defined, everything is bony. His wrists and ankles look like they could snap off at any second, and his fingers as well. His fingers and toes are webbed. Like a cat, Thayne is flexible, agelic, and can leap far and tall. He also has retractable claws in his fingers, and the underside of his hands and feet are black and tough like leather. Thayne has narrow hips, bony, and thin legs and arms. Over his entire body, are the same veins that crisscross his face. His hue is very, blueish greenish, and he has the initial look of someone that has been drowned. In other words, he looks dead. He also has four arms, instead of two. Two extra below his regular arms, with the same features as the 'human' arms. They are retractable, and he can squeze them into his body. His back has what looks like a fish fin, with sharp spikes pointing through, poisoned at the tip. They are black, dark blue, and dark green. Thayne has black blood. His skin is moist and always cold, no matter the temperature. His ears are pointed and his jawline well defined. He rarely wears a smile on his face, and looks rather foreboding. Intimidating. He looks like he suffocated, and he shows no emotion ever. Some say he has a black heart. No one knows if he can speak or not, because he never has. When angered or threatened, he arches his back and the spikes on his back rise up, and his claws come out. More animal than human, Thayne keeps to the dark and underground, wearing merely a pair of old tan cargo shorts. Noe shoes, no shirt. Grotesque, he might even be considered scary looking among the Mutants. He feeds on animals or humans if he can, drinking their blood much like the fictional vampire. If not, he scavenges in dumpsters, where he eats human scraps that do not sustain him well. Probably why he looks like he's starving. The fact is, Thayne is a true monster. It is hard to believe he ever could have been born to humans. He does indeed look like something out of a horror film.
Personality:
Thayne was once sweet and caring. He was brought up in a home of love. He had human thoughts, emotions, feelings. A human heart. He knew how to speak proper english. He was kind, gentle, and pure. Innocent, you could say. He could get a rare bird or butterfly to flutter to his outstretched hand, and perch on his finger. Quiet, he could become lost in thought for hours. He was light and free, and happy. Now? He can still become lost in thougt. But other creatures shy away from him. He has a heart of stone, and no emotions left. Whatever used to be him, he locked away and shoved deep down inside. He froze over, silent and unsettling, to wait for justice and revenge. Shutting others out, he became mute by choice, and grew a fondness for human blood. Particularly government, pedigree blood. He is brooding and dark, impatient and fearsome. He can play other mutants as his pawns, not caring if they die in his will to kill all sinful humans. Anyone who is not a Kin. Thayne has bright hopes and big plans. But they require blood and bodies to get there. Merciless, he imposes fear on most he passes. He can stare you down with a single look, and no emotion seems to ever filter through. He is dead, or so it seems. Thayne, though usually impatient, could wait a thousand years just for his plan to catch fire. He keeps socializing to a minimum, and resorts to hand gestures or writing, of which he knows how to do. Like a rogue, he keeps to himself and terrorizes the humans whenever he can, striking out in his own way. He has no fondness for others unless they can help him, and it is rare for a beauty to catch his eye. The only one being another mutant by the name of Arcadia Venediktov. She has always caught Thayne's evil eye.
History:
Thayne was born to a young, poor couple on the very outskirts of town. So he already knew how to grow up on the bad side of things. His parents were Kin, they helped the mutants, and were kind to them. Even though it was indeed horrifying to bear a mutant child, they tried to raise him in secrecy, but with kindness and gentleness. Or at least, Thayne's father did. His mother died giving birth, his spikes penetrating her body and his body expanding, too big for the womb. He had two older sisters, McKay and Liv. His father, Byron, raised him as normally as possible, just in secrecy. He was given love, a very rare and special thing for a mutant. Even Liv loved him like a human brother. The only shadow in his world being McKay. She hated him, always had, always would. She blamed him for the death of their mother, and refused to believe he was related to her. She treated him like filthy scum, and whenever was left alone with her brother, Tormented and tortured him with no mercy. Kicked, burned, strangled, cut, he could have easily killed her, perhaps. But he too blamed himself for what he had brought to his family, and let her do what she wanted with him. The only thing he never gave McKay was the pleasure of hearing him writhe and scream in agony. Never. Years passed, and when he was twelve, and McKay and Liv fifteen, big changes happened. Someone turned their father into the government, and on a very dark, dismal day, officials gunned down the house and took Byron and Liv into custody. McKay was taken elsewhere, to be given training to become a Reaper. Why? For she had been the one to turn her family in. Thayne just barely escaped, fleeing to the nearest sewage pipe in the road and shimmying down it to join his new family. He learned later that both his sister and father were hung. A deep hatred grew in the pit of his stomach, a black liquid pooling down around his lungs, his heart, and into his bloodstream. He decided that he would wait for McKay, let her track him, stalk him, hunt him. Let her think it was all over, that he was going to die. And then, he would kill her. Torture her like she had to him, and cut her open and leave her to bleed away. So Thayne joined the mutants, becoming mute by choice. And has waited in silence ever since.
Rank:
Scraper
Other:
Nada.

[Cuckoo]

Accepted. =)

[free.]

{ Thank You! }

[eden .]

finished my form on page 1. ^^