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My gallery · by **sharkbuddie** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 7:47 am

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After years of scientific advancement, advanced androids are used commonly in households, and due to inordinately high radiation levels people are born with genetic mutations (ie. ability to bend metal to your will, telekinesis, ability to use echolocation, ect.). But due to the differences in mutations there's a divide amongst people. There is the upper class, referred to as having a 'Precious' status. The middle class, referred to as having a 'Generic' status. The 'lower' class is referred to as habit a 'Catalyst' or 'Sorrow' status.

There are specific time frames in which people are allowed to reproduce in order to keep populations at manageable levels. There is precious little space and the Precious ones don't want the Sorrows or Generics encroaching on them. There is also a test everyone must take at the age of 18 to determine which part of the caste they fit into. People who refuse the test or the results of it are euthanized.

Can you survive in Ibarhu North?

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My gallery · by **sharkbuddie** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:52 pm

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ＴｈｅＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓ ♔

Ｔｈｅｙａｒｅｔｈｅｕｐｐｅｒｃｌａｓｓ，ｒｅｆｅｒｒｅｄｔｏａｓｈａｖｉｎｇａ＇Ｐｒｅｃｉｏｕｓ＇ｓｔａｔｕｓ．Ｔｈｅｙｔｅｎｄｔｏｈａｖｅｍｏｒｅｕｎｉｑｕｅａｎｄ＇ｕｓｅｆｕｌ＇ｍｕｔａｔｉｏｎｓ，ｌｉｋｅｔｅｌｅｋｉｎｅｔｉｃｐｏｗｅｒｓｏｒｔｈｅａｂｉｌｉｔｙｔｏ＇ｆａｓｔｔａｌｋ＇ｗｈｉｃｈｍｅａｎｓｙｏｕｃａｎｉｎｆｌｕｅｎｃｅｐｅｏｐｌｅｉｎｓｉｍｉｌａｒｗａｙｓａｓｉｒｅｎｃｏｕｌｄｗｉｔｈｔｏｎｅｓ．Ｔｈｅｙｔｅｎｄｔｏｂｅｓｅｌｆ－ａｂｓｏｒｂｅｄａｎｄｔｈｉｎｋｔｈｅｍｓｅｌｖｅｓａｓｋｉｎｇｓｉｎｃｏｍｐａｒｉｓｏｎｔｏｔｈｅｌｏｗｅｒｃｌａｓｓｅｓ．Ｔｈｅｙｖａｌｕｅｖａｎｉｔｙａｎｄｍｏｎｅｙ．ＩｎｔｈｅＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ，ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇｉｓｏｆｔｈｅｈｉｇｈｅｓｔｑｕａｌｉｔｙａｎｄｖｅｒｙａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ．Ｔｈｅｙｔｅｎｄｔｏｈａｖｅｔｈｅａｎｄｒｉｏｄｓ．

Ｔｙｐｉｃａｌｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎｓ：

➜ Ｐｏｌｉｔｉｃｉａｎｓ，ＣＥＯｓ，ｌａｒｇｅｂｕｓｉｎｓｓｏｗｎｅｒｓ
➜Ｆａｓｈｉｏｎｄｅｓｉｇｎｅｒｓ，ｃａｓｉｏｎａｎｄｈｉｇｈ－ｅｎｄｂａｒｏｗｎｒｓ，ｃｌｕｂｍａｎａｇｅｒｓ．

ＴｈｅｙａｒｅｌｅａｄｂｙＤａｒｉｕｓＧｅｍｂｏｕｎｄ．Ｈｅｉｓｋｎｏｗｎｆｏｒｂｅｉｎｇｒｕｔｈｌｅｓｓａｎｄｉｓｏｆｔｅｎｄｅｓｃｒｉｂｅｄａｓ＇ｗｏｌｆｉｓｈ．＇

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ＴｈｅＧｅｎｅｒｉｃ ❧

Ｔｈｅｙａｒｅｍｉｄｄｌｅｃｌａｓｓ，ｒｅｆｅｒｒｅｄｔｏａｓｈａｖｉｎｇａ＇Ｇｅｎｅｒｉｃ＇ｓｔａｔｕｓ．Ｔｈｅｙｔｅｎｄｔｏｈａｖｅｔｈｉｎｇｓｌｉｋｅｉｎｏｒｄｉｎａｔｅｌｙａｔｔｒａｃｔｉｖｅｆｅａｔｕｒｅｓｏｒｈａｖｉｎｇｐｏｗｅｒｓｓｕｃｈａｓｈｅｉｇｈｔｅｎｅｄｓｅｎｓｅｓｏｒｖｅｒｙｆａｓｔｍｏｖｅｍｅｎｔ．Ｔｈｅｙｄｏｎ＇ｔｈａｖｅｍａｎｙｌｕｘｕｒｉｅｓ，ｂｕｔｓｏｍｅｆａｍｉｌｅｓｄｏｈａｖｅａｎｏｕｔｍｏｄｅｄａｎｄｒｏｉｄｔｏｗａｔｃｈｔｈｅｈｏｕｓｅｏｒｔｈｅｉｒｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎｗｈｉｌｅｔｈｅｙｗｏｒｋ．Ｔｈｅｙｍａｋｅｕｐｍｏｓｔｏｆｔｈｅｗｏｒｋｆｏｒｃｅ，ｉｎｃｌｕｄｉｎｇｉｎｓｉｄｅｔｈｅＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔｓ，ａｓｔｈｅＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｏｎｅｓｔｈｉｎｋｔｈｅｍｓｅｌｅｖｅｓａｂｏｖｅｍｅｎｉａｌｗｏｒｋ．Ｔｈｅｙｖａｌｕｅｆａｍｉｌｙａｎｄｈａｒｄｗｏｒｋ，ａｎｄｗｈｉｌｅｔｈｅｙａｐｐｒｅｃｉａｔｅｍａｔｅｒｉａｌｔｈｉｎｇｓ，ｔｈｅｙｄｏｎ＇ｔｈｏｌｄｔｈｅｍｉｎａｓｈｉｇｈｏｆｒｅｇａｒｄａｓｔｈｅＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｄｏ．

Ｔｙｐｉｃａｌｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎｓ：

➜ Ｓｍａｌｌｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓｏｗｎｅｒｓ，ｃｏｎｓｔｒｕｃｔｉｏｎｗｏｒｋｅｒｓ，ｒｅｔａｉｌｗｏｒｋｅｒｓ
➜Ｈｅａｌｔｈｃａｒｅｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｉｏｎａｌｓ，ａｒｃｈｉｔｅｃｔｓ，ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓｍａｋｅｒｓ．

ＴｈｅｙａｒｅｌｅａｄｂｙＪｏｓｓＦｌｅｅｔｉｎｇ．Ｈｅｉｓｏｆｔｅｎｄｅｓｃｒｉｂｅｄａｓｅａｓｙｇｏｉｎｇａｎｄｗｉｔｈｔｈｅｂｅｓｔｆｏｒｈｉｓｐｅｏｐｌｅｉｎｍｉｎｄ．Ｈｅｉｓｔｈｅｍｏｓｔｌｅｖｅｌｈｅａｄｅｄｏｆｔｈｅｔｈｒｅｅｌｅａｄｅｒｓ．

➣ ＳｏｌｅｉＨａｓｔｉｎｇｓ
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ＴｈｅＳｏｒｒｏｗ ✕

Ｔｈｅ＇ｌｏｗｅｒ＇ｃｌａｓｓｉｓｒｅｆｅｒｒｅｄｔｏａｓｈａｖｉｎｇ＇Ｓｏｒｒｏｗ＇ｓｔａｔｕｓ．Ｔｈｅｙｅｉｔｈｅｒｈａｖｅｖｅｒｙｕｎｈｅｌｐｆｕｌｐｏｗｅｒｓｓｕｃｈａｓｇｌｏｗｉｎｇｅｙｅｓ，ｔｒａｎｓｌｕｃｅｎｔｓｋｉｎ，ｏｒａｂｉｌｉｔｙｔｏｃａｌｌｕｐｏｎｓｔｒａｙｃａｔｓａｓｃｏｍｐａｎｉｏｎｓ. ＳｏｍｅＳｏｒｒｏｗｓａｌｓｏｈａｖｅｎｏｐｏｗｅｒｓａｔａｌｌ，ｊｕｓｔｐｅｒｈａｐｓａｒａｎｄｏｍｂｉｒｔｈｄｅｆｅｃｔ，ｓｕｃｈａｓａｍｉｓｓｉｎｇｌｉｍｂｏｒａｂｉｒｔｈｍａｒｋ．Ｔｈｏｓｅｗｉｔｈｏｕｔｐｏｗｅｒｓｔｅｎｄｔｏｆａｋｅｈａｖｉｎｇｔｈｅｍｆｏｒｆｅａｒｏｆｂｅｉｎｇｅｕｔｈａｎｉｚｅｄ，ｗｈｉｃｈｉｓａｃｏｍｍｏｎｐｒａｃｔｉｃｅ．Ｔｈｅｙｖａｌｕｅｓｕｒｖｉｖａｌａｂｏｖｅａｌｌ．

Ｔｙｐｉｃａｌｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎｓ：

➜ Ｆａｒｍｅｒｓ，ｓａｎｉｔａｔｉｏｎ，ｐｅｓｔｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ
➜ Ｕｎｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｄ，ｎａｎｎｉｅｓｆｏｒＧｅｎｅｒｉｃｓ，ｍｉｎｅｒｓ

ＴｈｅｙａｒｅｌｅａｄｂｙＥｎｏｃｈＴａｔｅ．Ｈｅｉｓｋｎｏｗｆｏｒｂｅｉｎｇｏｖｅｒｂｅａｒｉｎｇａｎｄｕｎｗｉｌｌｉｎｇｔｏｃｏｍｐｒｏｍｉｓｅ．

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ＴｈｅＣａｔａｌｙｓｔ ☣

Ｔｈｅｌｏｗｅｓｔｃｌａｓｓｉｓｒｅｆｅｒｒｅｄｔｏａｓｈａｖｉｎｇ＇Ｃａｔａｌｙｓｔ＇ａｓｔａｔｕｓ．Ｔｈｅｙｈａｖｅｍｏｒｅｔｈａｎｏｎｅｐｏｗｅｒ，ｈａｖｅｎｏｃｏｎｔｒｏｌｏｖｅｒｔｈｅｉｒｐｏｗｅｒ，ｈａｖｅｋｉｌｌｅｄｏｒｉｎｊｕｒｅｄｉｎｎｏｃｅｎｔｌｉｖｅｓｗｉｔｈｔｈｅｉｒｐｏｗｅｒｓ，ｏｒａｒｅｊｕｓｔｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒｅｄａｄａｎｇｅｒ．Ｃａｔａｌｙｓｔｓａｒｅｋｅｐｔｓｅｐａｒａｔｅｆｒｏｍｒｅｇｕｌａｒｓｏｃｉｅｔｙｉｎｄｅｓｉｇｎａｔｅｄｈｏｌｄｉｎｇｃｅｎｔｅｒｓｍａｎｎｅｄｂｙａｎｄｒｏｉｄｓａｎｄａｎｄｒｏｉｄｓａｌｏｎｅ．Ｔｈｅｉｒｐｏｗｅｒｓｃａｎｒａｎｇｅｆｒｏｍｔｈｅａｂｉｌｉｔｙｔｏ＇ｐｏｓｓｅｓｓ＇ｏｔｈｅｒｐｅｏｐｌｅｔｏｔｈｅａｂｉｌｉｔｙｔｏｓｈｉｆｔｉｎｔｏｓｏｍｅｍｏｎｓｔｒｏｕｓｈｏｒｒｏｒｔｅｒｒｏｒ．Ｔｈｅｒｅｉｓｖｅｒｙｌｉｔｔｌｅｋｎｏｗｎａｂｏｕｔｔｈｅｍ．

Ｔｈｅｙｄｏｎｏｔｈａｖｅａｌｅａｄｅｒ．

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My gallery · by **sharkbuddie** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 3:21 pm

ＴＥＲＭＳＴＯＫＮＯＷ：

ＴｈｅＧｕａｒｄ－ＭａｄｅｕｐｏｆｍｏｓｔｌｙｍａｌｅＧｅｎｅｒｉｃｓａｎｄａｆｅｗＳｏｒｒｏｗｓ，ｔｈｅｙａｒｅｔｈｅｌａｗｅｎｆｏｒｃｅｍｅｎｔ．Ｔｈｅｙａｒｅｕｓｕａｌｌｙｉｎｄｉｖｉｄｕａｌｓｗｉｔｈｎｏｆａｍｉｌｙｗｈｏｗａｎｔｔｏｅｎｓｕｒｅａｈｏｔｍｅａｌｆｏｒｔｈｅｍｓｅｌｖｅｓ．ＴｈｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｓｏｆｔｈｅＧｕａｒｄｌｉｖｅｉｎｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｔｉａｌｃｏｍｐｏｕｎｄｓ．Ｔｈｅｒｅｉｓｃｏｎｓｐｉｒａｃｙａｎｄｍｙｓｔｅｒｙｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇｓａｉｄｃｏｍｐｏｕｎｄｓ．ＴｈｅＧｕａｒｄｉｓｋｎｏｗｎｆｏｒｈａｖｉｎｇｌｉｔｔｌｅｔｏｌｅｒａｎｃｅａｎｄｂｅｉｎｇｓｏｍｅｗｈａｔｂｒｕｔａｌ．

ＬｅｖｉｔａｎｄＣｏ. －Ａｈｉｇｈ－ｅｎｄｔｅｃｈｎｏｌｏｇｙｍａｎｕｆａｃｔｕｒｅｒ．ＲｅｎｏｗｎｆｏｒｔｈｅＶｉｓｏｒ，ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｈｅｙｐｒｏｄｕｃｅｏｔｈｅｒｗａｒｅｓａｓｗｅｌｌ．

Ａｐｈｒｏｄｉｔｅ－Ｈｉｇｈ－ｅｎｄｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇａｎｄｊｅｗｅｌｒｙｍａｎｕｆａｃｔｕｒｅｒｆｏｒｗｏｍｅｎ．

Ａｄｏｎｉｓ－Ｈｉｇｈ－ｅｎｄｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇａｎｄｊｅｗｅｌｅｒｙｍａｎｕｆａｃｔｕｒｅｒｆｏｒｍｅｎ．

ＶＩＳＯＲ－ＥｙｅｇｅａｒｕｓｅｄｂｙｍｏｓｔｉｆｎｏｔａｌｌＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｏｎｅｓ．Ｃａｎｂｅｕｓｅｄａｓａｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒｔｏｂｒｏｗｓｅｓｏｃｉａｌｍｅｄｉａｓｉｔｅｓ，ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｅｉｔｅｍｓ，ｔａｋｅｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ，ｅｃｔ．ｅｃｔ．Ｎｏｔｗｏｒｎａｌｌｔｈｅｔｉｍｅ，ｔｈｏｕｇｈｉｔｃｏｕｌｄｂｅ．Ｃｏｍｅｓｉｎｍａｎｙｍｏｄｅｌｓ．ＦｅｗＧｅｎｅｒｉｃｓｏｗｎｖｅｒｙｏｌｄｍｏｄｅｌｓ．

Ｆｉｒｅｂｉｒｄ－Ａｐｏｐｕｌａｒｍｕｌｔｉｕｓｅｗｅｂｓｉｔｅ．Ｉｔａｃｔｓａｓｂｏｔｈｓｏｃｉａｌｍｅｄｉａ，ｍｏｖｉｅ/ｖｉｄｅｏｓｔｒｅａｍｉｎｇ，ａｐｌａｃｅｔｏａｄｖｅｒｔｉｓｅｓｅｒｖｉｃｅｓ，ａｎｄａｐｌａｃｅｆｏｒｎｅｗｓ．．Ｔｈｅｒｅｉｓａｌｓｏａ＇ｄｅｅｐｅｒ＇ｐａｒｔｔｏｉｔ，ｏｎｌｙａｃｃｅｓｓｉｂｌｅｔｏｇｏｖｅｒｎｍｅｎｔｏｆｆｃｉａｌｓａｎｄｔｈｅｂｅｓｔｏｆｈａｃｋｅｒｓ．Ｉｔｉｓｎｏｔａｄｖｉｓｅｄｔｏｔｒｙａｎｄｆｉｎｄｉｔ．

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➤ ＦｏｌｌｏｗＣＳｒｕｌｅｓ
➤ Ｄｏｎｏｔｇｏｄｍｏｄ
➤Ｗｈａｔｔｈｅｌｅａｄｅｒｓｄｅｃｉｄｅｉｓｌａｗ．Ｔｈｅｒｅｉｓｎｏｄｅｂａｔｅ．Ｂｒｅａｋｔｈｅｒｕｌｅｓ，ａｎｄｙｏｕｗｉｌｌｂｅｄｅａｌｔｗｉｔｈａｃｃｏｒｄｉｎｇｌｙ．Ｔｈｅｒｅｗｉｌｌｂｅｐｏｌｌｓｉｆａｍａｊｏｒｄｅｃｉｓｉｏｎｔｏｂｅｍａｄｅ，ｂｕｔｏｔｈｅｒｗｉｓｅｔｈｅｒｅｗｉｌｌｂｅｎｏｃｉｔｉｚｅｎ－ｉｎｆｌｕｅｎｃｅｄｃｈｏｉｃｅｓ．
➤ Ｌｉｍｉｔｉｓｔｗｏｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓｅａｃｈ．Ｔｈｏｕｇｈｉｔｉｓｈｉｇｈｌｙａｄｖｉｓｅｄｔｏｏｎｌｙｈａｖｅｏｎｅ．
➤ ＰＭｍｅｂｅｆｏｒｅｄｏｉｎｇｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ＇ｕｎｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ．＇Ｉｄｏｈａｖｅａｐｌｏｔａｎｄｗｏｕｌｄｔｏｓｔｉｃｋｔｏｉｔ．
➤Ｗｈａｔｉｓａｖａｌｉｂｌｅｉｓａｖａｌｉｂｌｅ．Ｔｈｉｓｉｓｎｏｔｕｐｆｏｒｄｅｂａｔｅ．
➤ＰｌｅａｓｅＰＭｍｅｗｈａｔｙｏｕｗａｎｔｙｏｕｒｐｏｗｅｒｔｏｂｅＢＥＦＯＲＥｃｈｏｓｉｎｇｉｔ，ｊｕｓｔｓｏＩｃａｎｍａｋｅｓｕｒｅｉｔｍａｋｅｓｓｅｎｓｅｆｏｒｙｏｕｒｒｏｌｅａｎｄｗｏｎ＇ｔｍａｋｅｙｏｕｏｖｅｒｐｏｗｅｒｅｄ．
➤ Ｄｏｎｏｔｍｉｎｉｍｏｄ．Ｉｈａｖｅｍｙｏｗｎｍｏｄｓｆｏｒａｒｅａｓｏｎ．
➤ Ｉｐｒｅｆｅｒｑｕａｌｉｔｙｏｖｅｒｑｕａｎｔｉｔｙ，ａｎｄＩｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄｉｆｍｕｓｅｉｓｌｏｗ，ｂｕｔｔｒｙａｎｂｅｆｒｅｑｕｅｎｔａｎｄｈａｖｅａｔｌｅａｓｔｓｏｍｅｍｅａｔｔｏｙｏｕｒｐｏｓｔｓ．Ｉｗｉｌｌｎｏｔｒｅｑｕｉｒｅｔｈｅｍｔｏｂｅｆａｎｃｉｌｙｃｏｄｅｄ，ｊｕｓｔｕｓｅｐｒｏｐｅｒｇｒａｍｍａｒａｎｄｓｐｅｌｌｉｎｇ．Ｉｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄｔｈｉｓｉｓａｔｒｉａｌｆｏｒｍｏｂｉｌｅｕｓｅｒｓ，ｂｕｔｔｒｙｙｏｕｒｂｅｓｔ．

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ＴＨＩＮＧＳＴＯＫＮＯＷ：

➤Ｔｈｅｒｅａｒｅｓｐｅｃｉｆｉｅｄｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔｓｆｏｒｅａｃｈｐａｒｔｉｎｔｈｅｃａｓｔｅ，ｂｕｔｔｈｅｒｅｉｓｎｏｔｈｉｎｇｉｎｐａｒｔｉｃｕｌａｒｂａｒｒｉｎｇｅａｃｈｆａｃｔｉｏｎｆｒｏｍｅａｃｈｏｔｈｅｒ，ｗｈｉｃｈｉｓｗｈｙＧｅｎｅｒｉｃｓｃａｎｗｏｒｋｉｎｔｈｅＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ．ＴｈｅｏｎｌｙｔｈｉｎｇｐｒｅｖｅｎｔｉｎｇＳｏｒｒｏｗｓａｎｄＰｒｅｃｉｏｕｓｆｒｏｍｍｉｎｇｌｉｎｇｉｓｔｈｅｓｈｅｅｒａｍｏｕｎｔｏｆｂａｃｋｌａｓｈ．Ｉｔｉｓｕｎｓａｆｅａｎｄｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒｅｄｔａｂｏｏ．
➤ Ｔｈｅｒｅａｒｅｓｐｅｃｉｆｉｃｔｉｍｅｆｒａｍｅｓｉｎｗｈｉｃｈｐｅｏｐｌｅａｒｅａｌｌｏｗｅｄｔｏｒｅｐｒｏｄｕｃｅｉｎｏｒｄｅｒｔｏｋｅｅｐｐｏｐｕｌａｔｉｏｎｓａｔｍａｎａｇｅａｂｌｅｌｅｖｅｌｓ．

－ｍｏｒｅｔｏｂｅａｄｄｅｄ－

My gallery · by **sharkbuddie** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 6:20 pm

ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ：

ＷＡＮＴＥＤＬＩＳＴ：

－ｎｏｎｅ－

ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴＥＶＥＮＴＳ：
Sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ·s ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs.
Tᴇɴsɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʙɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ʜɪɢʜ.

ＬＥＡＤＥＲＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰＳ：

ＤａｒｉｕｓＧｅｍｂｏｕｎｄ：ＭａｒｒｉｅｄｔｏＫａｙＧｅｍｂｏｕｎｄ
ＪｏｓｓＦｌｅｅｔｉｎｇ：Ｗｉｄｏｗｅｒ
ＥｎｏｃｈＴａｔｅ：ＭａｒｒｉｅｄｔｏＡｌｅｘａｎｄｒａＴａｔｅ

ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴＳＥＡＳＯＮ/ＴＩＭＥＯＦＤＡＹ：

[ ] Ｓｐｒｉｎｇ
[X] Ｓｕｍｍｅｒ
[ ] Ａｕｔｕｍｎ
[ ] Ｗｉｎｔｅｒ

[ ] Ｅａｒｌｙｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ
[ ] Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ
[ ] Ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ
[ ] Ｎｉｇｈｔ
[X] Ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ

My gallery · by **sharkbuddie** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 9:01 pm

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ｔｈｅｔｈｉｅｆ．

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Ｎａｍｅ：Ｔ＇ｍｉｒＣａｖｅｌｌ
Ａｇｅ：１９
Ｓｔａｔｕｓ：Ｇｅｎｅｒｉｃ
Ｍｕｔａｔｉｏｎ：Ａｂｉｌｉｔｙｔｏｂｅｎｄｍｅｔａｌｔｏｈｉｓｗｉｌｌ
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：＋Ｃｕｎｎｉｎｇ：Ｃｌｅｖｅｒｉｎａｐｉｎｃｈ．Ｈｅｌｐｆｕｌ，ｓｅｅｉｎｇａｓｈｅｓｔｅａｌｓｔｈｉｎｇｓｆｏｒａｌｉｖｉｎｇ．
＋ＧｏｏｄＳａｌｅｓｍｅｎ：Ｈｅ＇ｓｐｒｅｔｔｙｇｏｏｄａｔｇｅｔｔｉｎｇｗｈａｔｈｅｗａｎｔｓｗｉｔｈｊｕｓｔｈｉｓｔｏｎｇｕｅ．Ｙｏｕｗａｎｔｈｉｍｔｏｓｔｅａｌａｄｏｇ，ｈｅ＇ｌｌｃｏｎｖｉｎｃｅｙｏｕｔｏｐａｙｅｘｔｒａｔｏａｌｓｏｈａｖｅｈｉｍｓｔｅａｌｔｗｏｂｉｒｄｓａｎｄａｃａｔ．
＋Ｇｏｏｄｉｎｔｅｎｔｉｏｎｓ（ｕｓｕａｌｌｙ）：Ｈａｓａｗｅａｋｓｐｏｔｆｏｒｔｈｅｕｎｆｏｒｔｕｎａｔｅ．Ｗｉｌｌｏｆｔｅｎｃｕｔｄｅａｌｓｏｒｏｆｆｅｒｔｒａｄｅｓｆｏｒｈｉｓｓｅｒｖｉｃｅｓｉｆｔｈｅｃｌｉｅｎｔｉｓａｌｉｔｔｌｅｄｏｗｎｏｎｃａｓｈ
－Ｓｎａｒｋｙ：Ｏｆｔｅｎｕｓｅｓｄｅｒｏｇａｔｏｒｙｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓａｎｄｉｓｏｎｅｓａｓｓｙｐｉｅｃｅｏｆｗｏｒｋ．Ｋｎｏｗｎｆｏｒｈａｃｋｉｎｇｉｎｔｏｔｈｉｎｇｓｊｕｓｔｆｏｒｔｈｅｆｕｎｏｆｉｔ．ＡｌｓｏｋｎｏｗｎｆｏｒｔａｕｎｔｉｎｇＴｈｅＧｕａｒｄ．
－Ｋｌｅｐｔｏｍａｎｉａ：Ｈｅｓｔｅａｌｓｆｏｒｐｌｅａｓｕｒｅｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ．Ｉｎｃｌｕｄｉｎｇｓｔｅａｌｉｎｇｗｉｆｉｆｒｏｍｈｉｓｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒ．
－Ｊｅｒｋ：Ｈａｔｅｓａｌｍｏｓｔｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅａｎｄｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ．Ａｃｔｓｗｉｔｈａ＇Ｉｄｏｎ＇ｔｃａｒｅ＇ａｔｔｉｔｕｄｅｔｏｔｈｅｄｅｔｒｉｍｅｎｔｏｆｏｔｈｅｒｓ．Ｉｎｃｒｅｄｉｂｌｙｓｅｌｆｉｓｈ.
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ：ＮｏｒｍａｌＧｅｎｅｒｉｃｃｈｉｌｄｈｏｏｄ，ａｓｉｄｅｆｒｏｍｂｅｉｎｇａｄｅｌｉｎｑｕｅｎｔｈｉｓｗｈｏｌｅｌｉｆｅ．ＨｉｓｆａｔｈｅｒｗａｓａｃａｒｐｅｎｔｅｒａｎｄｈｉｓｍｏｔｈｅｒａｎｄｓｉｓｔｅｒｗｏｒｋｅｄｆｏｒＡｐｈｒｏｄｉｔｅ．Ｈｅｗａｓｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄｔｏｗｏｒｋｗｉｔｈｈｉｓｆａｔｈｅｒａｎｄ/ｏｒｂｅｃｏｍｅａｎａｒｃｈｉｔｅｃｔ，ｂｕｔｔｈａｔｎｅｖｅｒｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ．Ｓｏｎｏｗｈｅｌｉｖｅｓｉｎａｃｒｕｍｍｙｇｒｅｅｎｈｏｕｓｅｏｎｔｏｐｏｆａｎａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓｔｅａｌｉｎｇｔｈｉｎｇｓｆｏｒａｌｉｖｉｎｇ．Ｈｅｈａｓａｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｉｏｎｏｆｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｉｅｓｌｉｖｉｎｇｗｉｔｈｈｉｍａｎｄｇｅｔｖｅｒｙｏｒｎｅｒｙｗｈｅｎｔｈｅｙ＇ｒｅｔｏｕｃｈｅｄａｎｄ/ｏｒｋｉｌｌｅｄ．ＨｅｉｓａｎｅｘｐｅｒｔａｔｓｎｅａｋｉｎｇｂｅｔｗｅｅｎｄｉｓｔｒｃｉｔｓａｎｄａｖｏｉｄｉｎｇＴｈｅＧｕａｒｄ．Ｈａｓｌｏｔｓｏｆｆｒｉｅｎｄｓｈｅｕｓｅｓｗｈｅｎｈｅｎｅｅｄｓｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇｈｅｃａｎ＇ｔｄｏｄｏｎｅ．Ｎｏｔｔｈａｔｔｈａｔｉｓｏｆｔｅｎａｎｉｓｓｕｅ．
Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ：Ｔｙｐｉｃａｌｌｙｈａｓｈａｌｆｈｉｓｈｅａｄｓｈａｖｅｄａｎｄｔｈｅｒｅｓｔｏｆｉｔｄｙｅｄｔｅａｌ．Ｈｉｓｅｙｅｓａｒｅａａｌｉｇｈｔｂｒｏｗｎ，ａｎｄｈｅｏｆｔｅｎｈａｓｂｌａｃｋｅｙｅｌｉｎｅｒ．Ｈｅｆａｎｃｉｅｓｌｅａｔｈｅｒｊａｃｋｅｔｓ，ｈｏｏｄｉｅｓ，ｊｅａｎｓ，ｓｎｅａｋｅｒｓ，ａｎｄ，ｗｈｅｎｈｅｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔｈａｖｅｗｏｒｋｔｏｄｏ，ｌｉｋｅｓｃｈｅｃｋｅｒｅｄｐａｊａｍａｐａｎｔｓａｎｄａｂａｇｇｙｔ－ｓｈｉｒｔ．Ｈｅ＇ｓｌｅａｎ，ａｎｄｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔｓｅｅｍａｌｌｔｈａｔｓｔｒｏｎｇ，ｂｕｔｈｅ＇ｓｇｏｔｋｉｌｌｅｒｕｐｐｅｒｂｏｄｙｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ．Ｈｅｉｓａｂｏｕｔ６＇３＂．Ｈｅｗｅａｒｓａｌｏｎｇ，ｃｕｒｌｅｄｂｒａｃｅｏｎｈｉｓｒｉｇｈｔａｒｍｔｈａｔｅｎｄｓｉｎａｓｎａｋｅｈｅａｄｗｉｔｈｔｕｒｑｕｏｉｓｅｅｙｅｓｆｏｒｗｈｅｎｈｅｎｅｅｄｓｍｅｔａｌｉｎａｐｉｎｃｈａｎｄｔｈｅｒｅｉｓｎｏｎｅａｒｏｕｎｄｈｉｍ．Ｉｓｎ＇ｔａｂｏｖｅｃｒｏｓｓｄｒｅｓｓｉｎｇｔｏｇｅｔａｊｏｂｄｏｎｅ．

My gallery · by **kozume** » Thu Aug 14, 2014 5:21 am

N A M E : Thurstan Chakrabarti
AKA The Human Firecracker
A G E : 24
S T A T U S : Catalyst
M U T A T I O N :

✭ ✭ ✭

SMOKE or TYPHOKINESIS refers to the ability
of absorbing, controlling, and redirecting
smoke and embers.

P E R S O N A L I T Y :
✭ ✭ ✭

— exercising or compelling charm which inspires devotion in others
✭ ✭ ✭

— having great power or strength
✭ ✭ ✭

— having made a firm decision and being resolved not to change it
✭ ✭ ✭

— having or showing an emotional or intellectual development appropriate to someone younger
✭ ✭ ✭

— conceited or confident in a bold and cheeky way
✭ ✭ ✭

— a person who acts pretentiously or who publicly parades themselves, their possessions, or their accomplishments
✭ ✭ ✭

— showing a desire to resist authority

H I S T O R Y :
Thurstan Chakrabarti, known as Trip to those close to him, was born a Generic to a Generic family. Whereas his parents worked in the fuel and transportation industry because of their ability to create orbs of light and move gusts of smoke (mother and father, respectively), Thurstan was born with a mutated gene that caused his powers of smoke (typhokinesis) to spiral out of control. As a child, he knew he was different. This feeling of isolation caused him to develop a need for attention early on, resulting in a troublemaker personality. Often he vandalized Precious institutions and public advertisements, making a name for himself as a teenager and landing himself on the Precious' radar. One day while escaping the guards, Thurstan used his powers to travel through the AC systems in a building by morphing into smoke, and it was this, as well as his history of arson, that caused the Precious to assess him. They determined that he was a Catalyst, with sturdy powers of typhokinesis as well as accelerated healing. When his parents tried to stop the guard from taking their son, a Precious guard captain had Thurstan's parents, grandmother, older brother, and younger sister executed. They continued to square him away in a containment center, where his only interaction is between the cold, automated androids...

My gallery · by **kozume** » Thu Aug 14, 2014 4:22 pm

N A M E : Daedalus Yondell
A G E : 21
S T A T U S : Precious
M U T A T I O N :

❤ ❤ ❤
Healing abilities are generally given a
title as such;"healing." WITCH DOCTOR
refers to a more powerful variant of the
healer gene, in which the wielder of
the power is not only able to heal
others, but also use the same ability
to overload another's nervous system
via touch, and essentially
burn out their nerves.
P E R S O N A L I T Y :
❤ ❤ ❤

— concerned with or involving
the theory of a subject
rather than its practical
application
❤ ❤ ❤

— eager to learn or know something
❤ ❤ ❤

— related to or using analysis
or logical reasoning
❤ ❤ ❤

— shy, reticent, or self-centered
❤ ❤ ❤

— a person who refuses to accept any
standard short of perfection
❤ ❤ ❤

— of or relating to an illness in
which a person experiences strong
feelings of fear or worry
❤ ❤ ❤

— having or displaying a quick
and delicate appreciation of
others' feelings

H I S T O R Y :
Daedalus Yondell has lived what can only be described as a sheltered life.
He was born the first and only child of a Precious woman and a Precious
ambassador/advisor. At a young age, Daedalus' father became aware
of the Catalyst-like nature of Daedalus' powers, and therefore sought to
shelter him from using it. Daedalus' father pushed him away from medicine
and instead into the science of genetics. Daedalus, though, flourished there.
He found it much more exciting than his previous endeavors (always from a
young age had he been a scholar at heart), and began making
accomplishments as a teenager. By the age of fifteen, he was already an
intern in a high-tech Precious research facility. After more schooling and
internships, Daedalus eventually landed a job as a genetic splicer;
determining and picking which power genes were dominant over the
others. Deep down, though, there was something his father didn't know
about him. Daedalus,always the perfect son, was secretly obsessed with
the genetic structure of Catalyst DNA.

My gallery · by **Saina Belaire** » Fri Aug 15, 2014 2:59 pm

Name: Solei Hastings
Age: 20
Ability: Heightened Senses
Caste: Generic
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Thin and lanky, dyes hair different colors regularly, keeps hair long
Quirks:
- Hates any loud noises
- Able to see in the dark
Personality:
- Short tempered
~Don't yell or bang on things around her and you'll be fine.
- Stubborn
~If it came down to between her and a bull, she'd win.
+ Empathetic
~She helps out people when she can, though she draws the line at stepping in front of a bullet. (She has a huge soft spot for kids though)
+ Loyal
~Once she likes you, she isn't likely to leave.

My gallery · by **sharkbuddie** » Fri Aug 15, 2014 6:09 pm

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Chilled oculars of blue slipped from one screen to the other inside the center control hub of the Indigo facility, refocusing on the sole resident from a different angle. He was singing again. Arabic, Indian...the viewer was not certain. The viewer could have used its endless knowledge to decipher it. But the viewer did not. The viewer instead slid the chair over to that monitor and flipped a few switches. The lights in the hallways gradually dimmed until it was dark, and then the light of the artificial moon flickered on, followed by the stars the viewer had purposely added. It had been a tricky operation, but the viewer would have nothing less for its little cub. The viewer had started calling the Catalyst such after a year of him residing in her care. The Catalyst was the viewer's sole reason for life. Or whatever androids were considered to have. It had changed over the years. The viewer was...intrigued by such changes. They were so very easy for the viewer to - as was its job - to view. It was an art. Or so thought the viewer. The Catalyst hadn't even paused its song, and the viewer felt some modicum of what it supposed would be named 'gratefulness' for this fact. The Catalyst had a tone to its voice that the viewer could appreciate. It was not perfect by any standards. The viewer's oculars often pulled the notes from the air and displayed them fractured and incorrect. A feature that was standard but unfortunate. The viewer ignored it. It was her cub, after all. All her cub did was perfect and beautiful. And woe betide the soul who defy her.

EVE sat back in her chair, raising a delicate hand smoothed over with creamy flesh-like skin to brush her pixie hair behind her ear. She hoped her little cub would slumber soon, but she did not expect it. Her data told her he had been avoiding it lately. Or perhaps it was just having problems. She would administer sedatives at the night hour if it continued. With a soft flick of her wrist, the music was gone from her eyes and replaced with her cub's status. His heart rate was normal, his blinks had ceased, presumably because they were shut, his power was not flaring (not that it honestly could. His room was proofed that way.), his brain waves were normal. She shifted again closer to the screen and gently touched the area of pixels that was her cub's face. It was blackened by shadows, but she knew his features well. She had watched him since creation. There had been other Catalysts who came and went, but now this was hers. It was a predator, and a dangerous one. Its rebellious attitude along with its sheer power and thirst for change made him...well.

Though EVE did not need to breathe, she was programmed to do so, and so she drew a deep breath, filling the artificial parts somewhere in her chest. She then let it past her mauve lips and into the air. Her cub was still singing. He needed rest. She pulled up a panel and her voice echoed softly into her cub's room.

"Thurstan, it is time for rest."

EVE drew and released another breath.

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The thief would never claim to be smart. And this was a testament to it. The thief was running with his cargo stuffed under his shirt, secured to his chest by a brace of his own making. It was a small parcel of medication. His employer had needed it for...well. Medical purposes. Something about a set of twin girls. Whatever. The thief didn't keep details unless he needed them. Just complicated the job. The Guard - or, well, one member - was hot on his heels. A Generic with the ability to make plants suddenly flourish. How did the thief know? He had to keep avoiding vines suddenly bursting from the street or a building in an attempt to trip or clothesline him. But the thief was nimble and leaped and ducked and slid with ease. Each movement was fluid and precise. Every part of him worked in perfect harmony to create a cat-like reaction. The thief willed the metal of building and signs to suddenly slither over and aid him, and they obeyed. The Guardsmen was losing the ground he had gained. The thief was nearing home. He couldn't let his base of operations be revealed. He would most certainly be a dead man then. He willed the metal under the sidewalk to curl upwards and grip the guard's leg to hold him until the thief was safe and hidden. The metal obeyed. The ground moaned and the metal creaked and crunched as it curled and gripped like a vise.

The Guardsmen was trapped. The Guardsmen screamed curses.

The thief laughed hysterically and made for the Generic district.

His employer had waited where he had promised to. Behind a burned-out resale shop, when air was soft and smelled like chemicals and water. The parcel was passed and thanks exchanged. The thief took no cut. He would whine later. But he chose it, not the employer. An awkward hug was payment enough. The thief collected and made for home. When he arrived he fell upon his desk chair and waved on his computer screen.

To the depths of Firebird he went, as fast as his stolen wifi would allow.

My gallery · by **kozume** » Sat Aug 16, 2014 4:43 am

"Ya salam, ya salam, ad aih helew el gharam."

These words were a gift to him. Each syllable was a remnant of an ancient culture, long since forgotten and swallowed by today's world. Much of the time he spent here in isolation, he spent repeating these words. They took the form of song, many songs of different genre. War, love, peace. It was all Thurstan Chakrabarti had left of his family, and he would die before he would let himself forget the language. Arabic was a part of him, and maybe the rest of the world could just forget about it - but as long as Thurstan and his hometown were alive, the Arabic language would continue to live. It manifested itself just as well in his features, the long, sturdy nose, the curled lips, the tan skin, dark brown hair, a strong brow, and the dark eyes set into almond-shaped sockets.

He opened those dark eyes when he recognized Eve's voice.

When thrown into the containment center as a teen, it didn't take Thurstan long to recognize Eve as the leader of the station. She was the only android in the building who was capable of making independent decisions. The others, he could tell were part of a mass-produced model manufactured to process and obey orders. He despised their blind autonomy. Eve was different to him, though. She held semblances of humanity behind crystalline eyes. She was the only one he could stand.

The Catalyst huffed a sigh, dropping down from the shelf in his cell. It was meant to hold things like books, but since he no longer had any possessions, he used it more like a chair.

"You know I'm gonna get no rest tonight," the gruff voice replied. There was a weariness to him; something that hadn't been there when he first arrived at the ripe age of fifteen. Eyes that once sparked with live flames had long since died out.

He resembled a captive tiger; something so magnificent with power forced into a space too small, hours upon hours spent pacing back and forth. With a huff, Thurstan rolled his shoulders and rubbed his nose against the sleeve of his orange jumpsuit. He'd gotten creative when dealing with minor discomforts like an itch. Ever since an accident on his third day of containment, the Precious had been forced to bind his hands, covering them with a dense fireproof material, bound to his wrists with a heavy metal cuff, both of which were connected. Unable to use his hands, it was the androids who came in twice a day, feeding him by mouth as though he were a legless dog or a chick unable to fly out of the nest.

Anticipating further instruction from Eve, he compromised to go ahead and sit on his bed, though he knew the night would not grant him peace.

"Wait. Play that back again."

Daedalus Yondell stood in a pristine white facility room, sporting a flawless white uniform, the high-collared jacket zipped all the way to the top. Accents of black pointed to the slopes of his shoulders, hiding his slight frame in stiff-threaded cloth. Behind him stood two nondescript androids. Both were of the female model, clothed in typical black robes, as all research-grade androids were. Their faces were blank of key features such as ears and a nose, offering only straight, red lips and blank black eyes with mock lashes.

"Yes, sir," echoed one of their voices as she lifted a hand. The projected screen rewinded a bit, replaying security camera footage.

"Pause it," Daedalus commanded. The video paused. "That one. Him."

"Shall we alert the Security Bureau?" another monotone voice.

"No. Just find him." Daedalus whirled around and walked out of the room, boots clicking against the tile, white overcoat swishing behind him.

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