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The country is broken. Corrupt. Dead.
The resources are all but gone, and the people are starving. The streets are ravished by poverty,
disease and crime. But that's not even the worst of it: out of this chaos rose a despot dictator,
known only as The Tyrant. He rules from a afar, as not to get hurt, whilst his militia do the dirty
work. In exchange for their compliance, he offers them sanctuary in his secret hideout, a fortress
far away from the chaos. The militia storm towns and cities, heavily armed, seizing whatever
supplies they can find from the already desperate folks. As you can imagine, the Tyrant's stockpiles
are abundant; he has enough food, water and fuel to save the county. But why would he want to
do that?
This has been going on for a year now. Those who aren't dead will be soon. There have been
rebellions and riots of course, but the people are too weak to oppose the militia's arms. No one
even knows where the Tyrant's stronghold lies. It seemed like all hope was gone.
But, a small group of scientists had an idea.
They needed something that could strike the wasps in their nest. They needed a weapon, greater
than any blade, bullet or bomb. They needed you.
Eight supernatural beings - far stronger than any man - were created, made with one purpose in
mind:

Take out The Tyrant.

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one one character per person.
reservations last 48hrs, reme
mber to post forms on the dis
cussion thread only.

two your characters can have
any power you want, but don
't overdo it. try and keep it t
o one specific ability.

three subplots, drama, argum
ents and romance are encour
aged, but please discuss any m
ajor plot points with the rest
of us.

four try and write at around
250 words / post. no need to
write a whole essay but do d
o a couple of lines.

any questions PM me or ask
on the discussion thread.

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location unspecified, but a landscape with a variety of features including cities and mountains.
climate autumn, so days are getting colder and conditions even more tough.
start scientist's lab where they were created, in the south.
end the tyrant's secret compound, in the northern mountains.

the tyrant before crap hit the fan, he managed a motor fuel compa
ny. He was rich, but also manipulative and intelligent. so when thin
gs did go down, this guy reacted fast. he had instant access to what
fuel was left, so took it with him, high-tailing it out of the cities bef
ore it was taken from him. unbeknown to the public, he took over an
active military base deep in the mountains, bribing the soldiers with
his oil, in exchange for their loyalty. since they had fuel, weapons an
d man power, he and his feared militia have become the top predator.

the supernaturals this is who you will be roleplaying. without firepo
wer or an organised force like the militia, the people had no means
of protecting themselves. so, scientists secretly developed a whole
new weapon. these eight people each have a special, individual po
wer, and hopefully, will be able to fight back. there mission will be
dangerous; not only are supplies limited, but the streets are crawli
ng with militia, bandits and other challenges. Not to mention, the
journey to the tyrant's compound will be fraught with danger.

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Shae | female | 18
skinwalker | form | -Obsidian
Shae is unpredictable, prone to mo
od swings and unconventional beha
viour. People find her hard to hand
le, so she feels like she must prove
her worth to others, so is very eage
r to please. She spirited and sociab
le, but not especially intelligent.

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K.I.T (Kit) | male | 16
cyborg | form | gallivant
He is nervous, soft-spoken, but has
a red hot temper. He gets annoyed
easily, but it takes a lot to get him
angry. When he loses his temper, K
it turns froma silent nerd, to a dea
dly killer.

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Jostyln | female | 17
mnd cntrl | form | Emmi537942
Jostlyn comes off as an unapproach
able, almost angry person, with har
d determination and a flat line scow
l to ward off conversation. But wha
t's underneath? A shy, depressed lit
tle girl who's scared of the world an
d everything in it.

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Xander | male | 17
shadows | form | .kage
raised to be successful, xander is
an intelligent, analytical, and obs
ervant young man, with a certain
fearlessness about him that tends
to see him through rather frighte
ning events.

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Trinity | female | 21
nhncd mrksmnshp | form | daices.
Trinity displays a sweet and tho
ughtful nature, as well as acting
chivalrously. She was bullied in
the past, which has left her soft
-spoken, jumpy and indecisive.

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Alexander | male | 18
shape-shifter | form | ☾ Silvereil
Alex is fairly quite and introvert
ed, probably due to his mistrust
ful outlook. Alert and attentive,
he picks up on the little details.
He's smart and reliable, too chiv
alrous to let anyone down.

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Aloysia | female | 18
hallucikinesis | form | exousia
It is easy to talk to Alo for hours
though she fails at connecting w
ith people on a profound level.
She's somewhere between chron
ically sad and mildly melancholy
y, preferring to keep her though
ts and feelings to herself.

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Demetrix | male | 17
hydrokinesis | form | ➳ hoot
a nonchalant sweetie who's in
nate sweet tooth is the bane o
f his existence. amiable and n
aïve, he appears to uphold a c
ollection of childish ideals yet
is able to understand concept
s far beyond his shallow exterior.

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please read the rules
before reserving a spot.

remember to post forms on
the discussion thread only.

genders will be even (4 girls
and 4 boys).

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ｔｈｅ ｓｋｉｎｗａｌｋｅｒ
Form → x | Location → lab | Tags → open

Shae's eyes flickered open, squinting and blinking as the sapphire orbs adjusted to the fulgent light above. The girl's face wrinkled in a grimace. She felt a little lightheaded and dazed, and that light wasn't helping - why was it so damn bright? She sat up, pushing strands of silver hair out of her face. Whilst she'd fallen asleep for the "procedure" in what resembled a lab, Shae now found herself confined to a small, whitewashed room with only a small stand and the bed she perched on. Otherwise it was empty - or was it? Her eyes landed on the folded note that had been left on the table, her name sprawled across it in biro. Curious, the petite girl picked up the note and straightened it. The words read:

Dear Shae,
First of all we must thank you for your contribution to our experiment. The procedure was successful, and you now have the ability to take on the appearance of another person. You may not understand your enhancement yet, nor know how to use it. Unfortunately we don't have the time to educate you further - there's a war to fight, after all. There are seven others who, like you, have had unique powers given to them. Together, you stand a chance of ending the Tyrant's cruelty and bringing peace to the world. We apologise for throwing such responsibility upon you, but you are our last hope.
The door of your room is unlocked, and you are free to leave our labs. The others will be waiting for you outside.
Good luck.

Shae stared at the letter, dumfounded, jaw drooping. When she'd arrived at the scientist's lab a few days ago, she'd known they were going to 'change her'. She'd heard all sorts of rumours of what they were planning, but to take on someone else's appearance? So I'm a skinwalker...? She asked herself, recalling some childhood fairy tale of people who could mimic another's body. So I'm like a super hero...? She laughed quietly, tucking the letter in her back pocket. Shae was eager to meet the "others" that the note had promised, so exited the room as instructed and made her way outside. It was early morning, and the sky was mimicking the shades of grey that ran through her hair. Silver and steel and snow. The lab was tucked into miles of pine woods, the tall timber protecting it from the rest of the world, like a beetle in the grass. To her disappointment, no one else was waiting. Maybe I just woke earlier than then... she wondered, settling down to wait.

[➳ hoot]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxｅｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ : ＬＯＮＥＬＹ, ＣＵＲＩＯＵＳ ★
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ＤＥＭＩ is lonely. And he doesn't know if it's the desolate melancholy that whispers through the cracks of the walls, or the sweet nothing that mocks his destitute figure in the bitty room. Either way, he wants out. A headache aches through his head, gnawing gently at what's left of his memory; bits and pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, that is. Stumbling towards a small stool, his only consolation in the isolation, he picks up the note that sits neatly folded underneath a single lolly. Awww, wasn't that sweet? Popping the meager little lolly into his mouth, he scans the note.

Dear Demetrix,
First of all we must thank you for your contribution to our experiment. The procedure was successful, and you now have the ability to manipulate liquids. You may not understand your enhancement yet, nor know how to use it. Unfortunately we don't have the time to educate you further - there's a war to fight, after all. There are seven others who, like you, have had unique powers given to them. Together, you stand a chance of ending the Tyrant's cruelty and bringing peace to the world. We apologise for throwing such responsibility upon you, but you are our last hope.
The door of your room is unlocked, and you are free to leave our labs. The others will be waiting for you outside.
Good luck.

His heart skips a beat at the mention of people aside from himself. Dazed and dangerously dizzy, he places the folded note into his pocket, sucking thoughtfully on the ball of sweetness resting on his tongue, and he tries to remember. But reaching back into the depths, nothing but pain resurfaces; shallow echos of the loneliness of a past life. Maybe memories weren't quite so valuable, after all. Feeling his way outside in a weave of distant pain and quiet curiosity, silence embraces him, wrapping him in a world of white; a scientific laboratory he can't quite remember stepping foot into. But like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, he similarly glimpses a speck of natural luminescence waiting at the end of the blanched hallways. Briskness rises in his otherwise steady pace and the headache subsides to host a sense of pleasant anticipation.

His first step outside is a fascinated one. His second step is when he notices Shae's profile sitting upon the grass. His third step sees him sliding on the dew capped grass and falling chin first, albeit in excitement, onto the blanket of condensed liquids. He sits up nonchalantly, ignorance numbly coating his scrapped elbows and bruised knees. The sun struggles to cleave through the overcast clouds and the weather is depressing, really, but the weather never stopped Demi.

"Good morning!" he greets, crawling a little closer and wiping grass bits off his chin. "You don't know how glad I am to see you- wait, who are you? Anyway, you got this note right?" he reaches into his back pocket and waves the damp piece of paper gently.

"Man, I'm super excited to meet the others. I'm Demetrix, but call me Demi. It's nice to meet you!"

[Emmi537942]

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J__o__s__i__e__gradually came to, her battered body stirring slightly atop the crisp white sheets. Slow, tentative fingers wriggle by her side as she peels her eyes open. Immediately assaulted by a blur of white she winces in pain, shooting up off the hard bed. Balancing on the edge, she grips the sheets as her head spins from the sudden change. Something happened, and at the moment, she can’t remember. ’Just focus on deep breaths, in and out. Passing out would be of no help.’ Rubbing her temples, the room begins to slow and she’s able to take a look around. Four white walls outline the tiny room, with a twin bed and a bed stand the only adorning furniture. Wait—scratch that, there’s a white door and an envelope on the stand. Using the bed frame for support, she slowly stands—her back, legs, and side screaming in the process. ’Where the heck am I…?’ The last thing she remembered was the attack… Running and pain and screams… And her parents… ’Th-they’re dead… they’re all dead. Hell, I should be dead…’ Her grip tightens on the bed frame at the thought and she leans over in an attempt to keep her emotions in check. She wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t freak out. She was trained like a soldier, and soldiers don’t have break downs. She needed to figure out why she was here, and what she was going to do. Biting her lip, she takes in a shaky breath and straightens up. Doing a quick scan of her injuries, her curious fingers find a large bandage covering stitches on her side as well as deep cuts in her back and legs. The stiches on her head, however, surprise her. They are too deliberate. Purposeful. Letting out a slow breath, she brushes hair out of her eyes. Josie was slowly regaining her balance, and worked up the nerve to let go of the bed. Her small frame swayed slightly, but she managed to stay upright. Baby steps, right? Taking a tentative step, she moves over to the bed stand—body protesting the whole way. Quickly making work of the envelope, she shakes out the letter and scans.



Dear Jostlyn,
First of all we must thank you for your contribution to our experiment. The procedure was successful, and you now have the ability of telepathy/mind control. You may not understand your enhancement yet, nor know how to use it. Unfortunately we don't have the time to educate you further - there's a war to fight, after all. There are seven others who, like you, have had unique powers given to them. Together, you stand a chance of ending the Tyrant's cruelty and bringing peace to the world. We apologise for throwing such responsibility upon you, but you are our last hope.
The door of your room is unlocked, and you are free to leave our labs. The others will be waiting for you outside.
Good luck.



Josie just stares at the note, stunned. Her fingers floated back up to the stitches on her head as her mind races through the possibilities. Either the people who left the note are crazy, she’s crazy, or this is actually happening. Not only should she already be dead, but now she has a super power…? Folding the parchment, she slips it into her back pocket and heads for the door. There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to look for others. Which of course talking to other people is her favorite thing—not. Anyway, the first few steps cause her to wince in pain, but the more she moves the less it bothers her. By the time she’s down the hall, her steely composure is back and her emotions kicked to the curb.

Stepping out into the brisk air, Josie stops rather abruptly, surprised to find two others out here already. She’s kind of been hoping that it well… wasn’t true. She could barely handle being in her own head let alone other peoples. Running a hand through her hair, she eyes the others—her face still its usual flat line scowl. They both sat on the ground, and by the looks on their faces rather excited. ’Whatever…’ Looking away, she remains mute and wanders a little in the clearing. Scanning the pine trees, she relaxes a little knowing they’re fairly deep in the forest. Looking up, the sun just manages to shine through the branches, warming the parts of her face not covered by her black hair.