You've Stolen A Beast | semi-lit | closed

[Noel]

yoυ've cerтαιɴly ɢoттeɴ ιɴтo тroυвle тнιѕ тιмe...

You've stolen a child

A child, a baby really, all wrapped up in a blanket was just sitting there. Maybe on a bench, in a stroller, or in a crib you happened to walk by. Perhaps you were lonely. Perhaps you lost your genetic child to a tragedy. Perhaps you wanted a hostage. Perhaps you mistook them for someone else. Perhaps you're just insane. Whatever the reason, you've done something you never should have done. You picked up that child, tucked them against your chest, and ran out of there with them.

вυт ιт'ѕ worѕe тнeɴ тнαт

But that isn't a child is it?

This child is not a child. Something is wrong with that child you stole. They were baby a day ago, you swear, barely the size of two hands. Now they could be as large as your forearm. They need so much to eat. Another day later, they could be a year old, not the newborn you could have sworn you took. A week later, that child is responding to you and talking like a toddler. And their eyes. Are. Purple.
Something is very wrong. And as the child grows over the days, they only become stranger. And it seems the town is going to crazy, trying to find stolen children... Much more so then they ever have before.
One thing links you to four others. They stole a child too. And those children are doing the same strange things...

[Noel]

About the Children

The children grow at a miraculous rate. They gain a year in a day or two, maybe faster, though the growth slows as they begin to look around seven or so. They eat a tremendous amount of food and are bubbling with energy. They act just like any child that's the age they appear, not questioning their strange existence. Their eyes are purple, but that's the only odd feature other then the lightning growth they have... so far.

About the Stealers

Face it; people who steal babies aren't the most sane. These people have had things go wrong in their lives. Insanity perhaps, or they have children of their own and they all died, or they were so alone they had to have someone; whatever the reason, they stole a baby, and they certainly don't have the most sane of minds.

[Noel]

Oh shush.

R u l e s

1. This is semi-lit. I expect a quality paragraph minimum.
2. If you make a stealer, make a baby too. If you make a baby, make a stealer. Translation, make both. c: One of each.
3. On swearing: I expect maturity. Obey CS rules, of course, but I don't want freak outs if I say 'crap'.
4. Children and stealers will be paired randomly by me
5. Forms can be small if you're a member of the semi-lit+ club, or you PM me a high quality RP example. Otherwise, I'm judging you off your form, so make it good!
6. Now you might be asking, what are these strange children? All is to be revealed as the RP goes on. Rest assured, those babies will only get stranger.

[Noel]

Characters:
Abel Briht | Nineteen who stole Gabrielle Jackson
Emily Lockewald | Seventeen who stole Jamie
Rebecca (Becky) Corin Asphalt | Twenty-Three who stole -To be named by kidnapper-
Donovan Jackson | Nineteen who stole Crispin Elizabeth
Kaylee Walker | Twenty Five stole This baby girl
Caesar Habith | Eighteen stole this unnamed baby boy
Annabeth Richard | Nineteen stole This unnamed baby girl

Slots:
1. This is mine.
2. This is Artesian's.
3. This is reserved for cheetah.
4. This is city's
5. This is lovely little Kitty Cat's
6. This is reserved for Rosemyth
7. This is open
8. This is open

Forms!

These are supposed to be very simple

For the baby-snatchers:

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            [list]➸ [b][u]Basics[/u][/b]
            [size=85][b]{ Name }[/b]
            [b]{ Age }[/b]
            [b]{ Physical Appearance }[/b]

            ➸  [b][u]Inside Their Mind[/u][/b]

            [b]{ Personality }[/b]
            [b]{ Strengths/Weaknesses }[/b]
            [b]{ A Brief History }[/b] Feel free to keep brief

            ➸[b][u]odds and ends[/u][/b]
            [b]{ put something here}[/b] -if you've got anything else, put it here~ -[/size][/list]

For the children:

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            [list]➸ [b][u]Basics[/u][/b]
            [size=85][b]{ Name }[/b] -probably given to them by their kidnapper-
            [b]{ Gender }[/b] -obvious-
            [b]{ Physical Appearance }[/b] -feel free to be basic-
            [b]{ General Health }[/b] -is the kid doing alright?-

            ➸[b][u]odds and ends[/u][/b]
            [b]{ put something here}[/b] -if you've got anything else, put it here~ -[/size][/list]

[Noel]

➸ Basics
{ Name } Abel Briht
{ Age } Nineteen
{ Physical Appearance } Abel is a lanky teenager standing at roughly 5'7. There's normally not much noticeable about him, being a pale boy with a slightly brown skin color that's not particularly tall. His hair is a dull red-brown, usually in a fluffy mess around his head, about reaching a bit past his ears. The bangs are a bit long and have a tendency to shadow his eyes until he flips them out of his face. There's a long scar down his back and his eyes are a near-black shade of brown, but really, there's not much to him. He shakes a bit and slumps more when in crowds, making him look smaller. His limbs are long, making him able to run fast, a skill that aided him much throughout the years. Abel doesn't gave a look of health, that's for sure. He often seems pale and his expression a bit gaunt, and it frequently looks as though movement is painful to him. His clothes are usually the same; slightly loose, dark-colored shirts, pants, and a windbreaker, usually with a few grass and dirt stains. A pair of pilfered sneakers is one of his favorite possessions, along with a leather bracelet he found forgotten on a table, and he wears both often. Lastly, his ears are pierced -a bit sloppily, as he did them himself- and he has a tendency to wear a little pair of false silver earrings.

➸ Inside Their Mind

{ Personality } Abel is so very difficult to describe. He is not in a stable or safe state of mind, at he very least. His mood swings faster then he can blink, leaving him raging one moment and crying in a corner the next. His reactions to everything are fast and extreme; an insult often leaves him shouting at whoever spoke it, no matter how jokingly. Likewise, he is hurt by simple words or actions. Anything particularly depressing leaves him sad for days, bursting into sobs at seemingly random moments and burying his head into his hands. Likewise, most of his emotions appear only in strong bursts, including jealousy, fury, greed, loneliness, joyfulness(expressed with loud fits of laughter), and the general desire to follow people(but avoids speaking to them).
Abel does not interact well with people whatsoever. He's awfully shy just to start, but while he doesn't avoid people(he actually finds it fun to follow someone he doesn't know from several yards back for a few hours or so) he will avoid conversation whenever possible, often literally fleeing when faced with a question or an attempt at talking. If running away isn't possible and he's being pressured to respond, Abel's default sentences are screamed, long strings of cusses and obscenities punctuated with death threats. It is only out of life-or-death necessity, or at the very least something near equal to that, that Abel will actually say something meaningful, let alone a verbal conversation.
Despite his utter inability to talk, Abel can communicate. He often carries around a whiteboard and erasable marker and simple scrawls out everything he must inform others of, hugely preferring that over speaking. He'll shove the board at whoever he is 'talking' to in an attempt to get them to write as well, as he doesn't like having other people talk either.
Despite this inability to speak with people, Abel talks nonstop to everything that can't understand him. That means animals, young babies, rocks, scarves, and whatever he happens to be near when a thought runs through his head.
More on his reactions around people, or lack thereof. Abel pretends to be deaf more often then not to get around being verbal, and will avoid any opportunity to socialize on pain of death. Things can be fun -if no one else is around.
Abel is lonely. Animals not too surprisingly choose to avoid him -wild, domestic, or inanimate the first thing Abel does on sight is hug whatever the creature is for several hours, which most don't appreciate- and he can't bear to be around people. So there's not much he can do about it.
{ Strengths/Weaknesses } Abel is surprisingly agile for a person who spends most of his day in tight, seemingly uncomfortable positions. However, he's weak in just about everything else other then his endurance, which is halfway decent. Abel is sickly and has no upper-body strength whatsoever, and is unable to communicate without a means of writing. He also has an irritating tendency to steal whatever trinkets catch his eye.
{ A Brief History } There's something wrong with Abel's head, that's for sure. He lived on a farm on the outskirts of a city with three siblings(older sister and brother(twins) and a younger brother). They were one of many places that grew corn, corn, and some more corn, though they also had -for no clear reason, as the corn was enough- a pasture for grass-fed cows. Abel never worked much there; from a young age, Abel had trouble learning and couldn't stay focused, a trait that didn't leave him. That was not the type of child his parents wanted to risk on farming machinery. He was slow in school, and fell behind two grades by the time he reached high school. It was around ninth grade that Abel's OCD took full form; he had to touch the corners of any square object that passed him, if he saw an egg he had to smash it, he had to check the family's dryer five times after using it to make sure none of the cats were inside, and he stopped talking entirely. Much time with a psychologist didn't help. Abel refused to accept help from others, insisting on doing everything independently. He was shortly homeschooled, and his parents did their best to keep him on a close leash -rightfully, as every time it was loosened he went wandering off and either didn't return for hours or got into some sort of trouble- for the next year or two. Two nights after becoming a legal adult, Abel decided he wanted to get away from everyone he knew. He wrote a brief letter saying he was an adult and couldn't be brought back, grabbed his meager savings and purchased a train ticket, and was off. He actually had meant to return, but upon realizing he didn't have the money to buy a return ticket, Abel wandered. Through some odd series of miracles, Abel was actually hired by a simple little restaurant that wanted to appear kind by hiring the 'deaf boy' who could lip read 'amazingly well.' He rejected offers to return home or stay with other relatives, and even managed to obtain a small little apartment room to stay in. That was two years ago, not much changed.

➸odds and ends
{ Sexuality } Asexual

➸ Basics
{ Name } Jamie
{ Gender } Male
{ Physical Appearance } Jamie looks like a little newborn baby with a brown fuzz of hair on his head. He's a bit small, a bit light, but all around not much. He has a light brown skin tone and no noticeable issues save for the deep violet eyes that he usually keeps open and that follow everything moving around him.
{ General Health } Jamie is healthy, doing better then most babies his age.

➸odds and ends
{ put something here } -if you've got anything else, put it here~ -

[team free kick sass]

mine here i do not care if you're not reserving slots this one is for me k.
XD

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➸ Basics
{ Name } kaylee marie walker.
{ Age } twenty five.
{ Physical Appearance }

➸ Inside Their Mind

{ Personality } hot-headed, independent, stubborn, and of course, a little crazy and wild. she's a think outside the box sorta person.
{ Strengths/Weaknesses } strengths: determined, bold, confident, clever. weaknesses: careless, shallow, greedy.
{ A Brief History } her mother and father got divorced. her father was killed in a car accident soon afterwards. her mother is sickly ill and is being tested for leukaemia. her brother was stabbed in a bar and died in the hospital later. her twin sister ran away when she was eighteen and hasn't been found since.


➸odds and ends
{ Sexuality } good old bisexual but really more lesbian than anything.

➸ Basics
{ Name } rita marie ______ [whomever plays the baby can choose the last name]
{ Gender } female
{ Physical Appearance } just pretend she's younger .-.
{ General Health } rita's "caretaker" has noticed that she acts a little strange at times, but other than that, rita hasn't been diagnosed with any illness.

➸odds and ends
{ interests } oh yes, this baby likes things, even though she's hardly been on earth for very long. butterflies... animals... movement... anything of the sort. especially if it's colourful.

[Artesian]

((OMG creepiest character I've made yet. o.o Just let me know if I should delete her, kay?))

Emma Lockewald

Legal Name: Emily Lockewald
Called: Emmy by her friends and Emma by everyone else.


Age:17
Gender: Female
Orientation: Sapiosexual/Bisexual. To quote Urban Dictionary: "A form of sexual orientation characterized by a strong attraction to intelligence in others, often regardless of gender and/or conventional attractiveness. "

Appearance: Emma is seventeen, but looks old for her age. She's seen some things a teenager shouldn't have to deal with, and it shows on her face in premature lines and eyes which rarely laugh. She smiles only occasionally, but when she does her entire face is transformed, and she looks her age. She keeps her hair short, but no so short that she looks boyish. She habitually wears a thin film of makeup not because she thinks it makes her attractive, but because it hides dark circles, reddish eyes, and other signs of 'weakness.' She has a good figure (a trifle thin due to not eating as much as she should) with plenty of muscle. She tends to dress in formal clothes whenever in public. The only really unnatural part of her appearance is her eyes. Although her eyes are a natural silvery gray, she wears color contacts almost all the time. Green, blue, brown, gold, red, she changes them almost every day.
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 98 pounds


History: Emma was born in an unusual family. Her father wanted a child, but wasn't romantically inclined and had never found the right woman. So, he hired an egg donor and gestational mother to raise a child with his genetics. Emma's always been conflicted about this (she jokes that she was a 'virgin birth') but the love of her father replaced both parents for her in most ways.

She was raised in the Silicon Valley of California, and went to an excellent school for most of her youngest years, tagging along with her father to his work on the weekends. He works for a large medical research lab as a specialist in growing tissue artificially, and it would be fair to say that she picked up his gift and basic biology at an early age.

In High school, she had her first real crush. On a female, married, middle-aged physics teacher, which was embarrassing. She'd thought she was asexual all through middle school, due to her friends crushing on teen heart-throbs, which she thought were about as attractive as large pieces of meat that happened to be capable to walking. She was relieved, but depressed when her Physics teacher was transferred to another school, as obviously that relationship wasn't going to work... but she missed her so much.

Emma is predisposed to boredom, and never really did learn to respect authority. Due to her father spending most of his time in a lab some distance from here, she is mostly unsupervised. She runs a sort of drugs ring in her highschool, selling Ritalin for hard-core study groups. In the basement of her home, she's made explosives, hard drugs (never took them), and experimented on rats. What she's always really wanted, though, was someone who she could experiment on (not hurt! God no, you don't want to permanently damage someone. Why on earth would you). Sure, she's made deals before with alcoholics and desperate kids who wanted to cheat on a test - electric shocks in exchange for answer sheets, but not for long term projects.

Current situation: When Emmy saw the baby - clearly abandoned in a ditch - it was such a windfall. Someone that needed a home! Someone she could guide to the best of their abilities! She took it - a boy, she found - home, and has been caring for it ever since. The peculiar changes in the baby though, the increased growth and odd eyes have unnerved her, but she's not about to give her prize up because of some unusual qualities which will surely be solvable with science. Or maybe it's because of the additives in the baby's milk. Hey, who knows.

At a glance, personality: Emma is the teacher's pet, the dealer of contraband, the thoughtful and cruel experimenter, and the cold, bored, and far too smart classmate.

True personality: Emma is ferociously intelligent. She's the sort, when in a regular conversation, to notice something factually inaccurate about what you said, correct you politely, pull out her phone and research it and not give up until you've acknowledged the truth. She is extremely serious and takes all of her duties seriously. She never breaks a promise, but she will lie. She has no time for small talk, and can seem callous, harsh and rude, although most of the time she's stiffly polite. Emmy is also actually quite kind. She doesn't like seeing other people being controlled. She is very perceptive, and gets people in a way which even most psychologists miss. However, she cannot tolerate stupidity. She has no compunction about breaking rules she considers wrong. Human experimentation is totally fine, if you're sure about what you're doing.




➸ Basics
[size=85]{ Name } -To be chosen by the kidnapper -
{ Gender } Male
{ Physical Appearance } Plumpish, cuteish, blondish, with such intensely purple eyes that they look almost black. He's pretty plump for a baby her apparent age.
{ General Health } He's extremely healthy, but very demanding. He always wants more milk.[/list]

[Noel]

I have a character for this RP already. Disturbiiiiiing.

*cough* Her form will go here. Is it okay if I use my form?

{ Disturbing is good. c:

Feel free to use your own form, I trust you not to take some cookie-cutter character from a romance RP and post it here. xD }

[Numina]

Are we allowed to reserve? I love this rp so much, but it's 3:57AM, I've got an exam tomorrow I haven't learned for as much as I should have, and I'm exhausted 0.o Please? *Puppyeyes*

[Noel]

Are we allowed to reserve? I love this rp so much, but it's 3:57AM, I've got an exam tomorrow I haven't learned for as much as I should have, and I'm exhausted 0.o Please? *Puppyeyes*

I don't reserve, but don't worry, there aren't limited slots at the moment and I'll hold you one if somehow there's a herd of people. c: