The Forgotten Ones - Page 11 - Role-Playing Place

Date: Fr, 05.October.12, 10:40 PM | Message # 1

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Siblings are wonderful and helpful, right? Yeah...no. Older siblings from the medieval period always gets the power, the rank, the wealth, everything. Being second gave you nothing except for a big mansion and a taste of being arrogant. Bit by bit, we were not seen as kids to spend money on. Family by family, each of us were killed or poisoned by our own family ones. However relief came, but it wasn't enough. With all sorts of new scientific advancements, the wealthiest discussed the potential of new enhancements: Powers.

Unfortunately, both the government and the science department agreed to the testing of making a superhuman that could change the world. They needed humans and our family supplied them us. We weren't needed. We were just a piece of useless meat that could contaminate our older brother/sister. The government changed everything about us from our birth certificate to other legal documents until we were kids without families.

We begged not to be sent off, but with our patriarchal system, there was no arguing. We were sent off at the young age of 11 and was never to be seen for a couple of years. What happened in there was indescribable. Out of the 1000 kids that were sent, less than half died from the extreme conditions that none of us were used to. After the couple of years, only ten of us were left that had stayed in the light. Others have been swayed for the darkness and now works for the scientists. We emerged as people that have "superior" traits. However we successfully rebelled and ditched the lab, knowing full well that the government will not stop at anything to have us in their clutches.

We all have a reason on the government, but most of us formed a group with a motto.

Change the government and let us be accepted as an equal human being, with or without wealth.

RULES:
1. Romance will be ZILCH until I say so.
2. Your character must be 17+.
3. Be realistic.
4. I'm dictator here.
5. There will be betrayals, traps, and what not. We'll be caught if not careful.
6. Refer to #3 at all times.
7. Few people will have to have 2+ characters.

Cs:

Forgotten Ones
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (modern clothes but be reasonable since you are on the run unless it's the dark side)
Items: (no money or any expensive items unless it's the dark side.)
Personality: (torture= change of personality unless it's the people in the dark side)
Light or Dark: (no in between)
Power: (no elements allowed or any big ones.)
Bio: (Must have a rich family and some sort of older sibling/s, reason for light/dark side)
Other:

Government Officials/ Scientist/ Soldiers/ Guards
Name:
Age: (30+)
Appearance: (be considerate)
Personality: (must have: twisted, ugly, mean, personality)
Position: (be reasonable. for a high position you would be older...unless exceptions occur which is not much.)
Weapons: (not too deadly, mandatory tranquilizers, max. 3)
Items: (YOU ARE RICH!! max. 3)
Bio: (why you take this job)
Other:

Note: This is mostly a combo of books squashed together.
Note: I took some time on this.
Note: I'm hungry.

It's time.

Date: Th, 18.October.12, 10:43 PM | Message # 251

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Moon
I slowed slightly.

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion

Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 0:05 AM | Message # 252

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Dagan:

"Liz" I said to her "Thank you for saving me"

I love Spooky Crap :D

Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 6:48 PM | Message # 253

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Scout
I put on my Iron mask and felt it wrapping around the back of my head with a bunch of straps. I looked down at my hand as I pulled out my G18 and loaded it with a 33-Round extended magazine then cocked it.

Persona Non Grata

Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 9:57 PM | Message # 254

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(she's closer to Moon then him.)

Liz

I smiled. "let's get over this river here and outta here."

(>.> did I not do the other cs? >.> estoy muy stupido. Un momento por favor.)

It's time.

Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 10:33 PM | Message # 255

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Scout
I holstered the G18 and loaded the G36 and started running after the group again. Text popped up on the visor infront of my eyes, "Secure or Neutralize, do not let them escape." the text read and I just ignored it, it was always the same task.

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Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 11:05 PM | Message # 256

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Name: Maxwell 'Max' Jensen
Age: 32
Appearance: (he actually looks handsome) http://image1.masterfile.com/em_w/01/95/39/700-01953961w.jpg (ignore the girl)
Personality: From the outside, Max looks like a kind, sympathetic, and to some extent, boyish personality. However he's crude, cold, and unforgiving human. He expects high standards from all he employs.
Position: Heir to the position of his dad as the head scientist
Weapons: gun
Items: a cell of some sort,
Bio: The idea started out from him. After years of constant hatred and frustration with his little siblings, he brought up the idea of using siblings as a source of experimenting. Calm and calculated, he has no remorse nor any sympathy for the lab rats, or so he call them. With technology now more advanced, a chance to escape was impossible. However it happened under his father watch, a group of ten have escaped. Instantly, he had his his own father trialed and executed for his sloppiness on the job.
He swore he'll do anything to get them back, no matter what happens. By and by, the escapees were slowly rounded up, tortured, and now turned against their own kind. Having most of the government power, he ordered soldiers to spread out and to find the rest of the escapees. Slowly, the public are getting more and more aware of the situation and are encouraged to help out.
Other: ...he'll do ANYTHING to get them back like even cause a world war, if necessary.

It's time.

Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 11:33 PM | Message # 257

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Name: Tyler Penshe
Age: 21
Appearance: you know the regular? A navy shirt that is covered by a black jacket and some black jeans to go along. He has piercing blue eyes and short dirty blond hair. Usually sunglasses covers up his eyes. He weighs about a good 168 pounds and is about 6'1.
Items: a visor, a tranq, and an Ipod
Personality: cold and forceful and arrogant.
Light or Dark: DARK
Power: illusion power of the mind
Bio: meh. He's just there...for a reason. That'll show up later. (if we ever make it that far.)
Other: He's the leader of the Team Alpha XX group, the supreme of the supreme. He has other groups under his control and listens only to his boss. EVERY group listens to him. Anything and everything comes to him.

It's time.

Date: Fr, 19.October.12, 11:59 PM | Message # 258

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Dagan:

I followed them loyaly.

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 0:04 AM | Message # 259

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Tyler

Watching our own people on the map, I typed out a quick message to the groups that were deployed and anyone in 50 mile radius. "Secure them with all means. Killing s prohibited." I leaned back against the chair, satisfied, no way are they escaping me. "How is it coming?" I heard Max said over the speaker. "fine." I responded. "on track. They'll never know what's in store for them past the river."

It's time.

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 1:21 AM | Message # 260

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Scout
I looked at the text and sent a message back, "I shall attempt capture but if they show excessive resistance they are to be exterminated."

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 1:42 AM | Message # 261

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Name: Scott Throgmorton
Age: 24
Appearance: 6'5" and skinny, stronger than he looks, Dark brown hair, Dark brown hair, scar on his left eyebow that's hardly visible, bonny hands, small scar on his right hand's middle finger, Pale Caucasian skin tone, Standard Miltary outfit, Over-head Headphones.
Personality: Quiet, Shy, Nice, Talkative, Trust worthy, Thoughtful, Slightly demented, Strong-willed, Stubborn, Music Loving.
Position: Private, Charlie Squad's Marksman
Weapons: 12x Scoped M14 rifle, Combat Machete, Beretta M9
Items: A golden pocket watch, a Music player, A blue Bead necklace with a black rope.
Bio: Scott figured working for at the facility would be profitable,. Scott knew they'd assign his Squad to watch the facility because of his squad's skilled members.
Other: Scott's younger brother was taken into the program and they tried to make Scott forget but he never let go of it but he also never said anything.

Persona Non Grata

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 1:55 AM | Message # 262

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(>.> I seen that bio way too many times.)

Tyler

I frowned at the monitor. "Denied. Strength in numbers to overcome them. Period." I sighed as I reached for a can of soda.

It's time.

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 1:59 AM | Message # 263

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Scout
"Cannot comply. Explanation for Insubordination; I was not assigned a squad for this mission, cannot out number."

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 2:24 AM | Message # 264

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Tyler

I rolled my eyes at the message. This kid doesn't have any brains. "You aren't the only one that was deployed. if all goes as planned, six groups will be there." I sighed.

It's time.

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 2:29 AM | Message # 265

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(hate to be nosy but where's Lauren)

Dagan:

I asked "Where are we going?"

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 3:13 AM | Message # 266

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Scout
"Understood, I should I engage the group in combat?"

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 11:25 AM | Message # 267

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(doing the usual. hw and such.)

Liz

I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. "the other town."

Tyler

Hmmm. I sipped my coke quietly. "Denied. Only if they start it, then proceed."

It's time.

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 3:16 PM | Message # 268

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(OKay)

Dagan:

"Right" I said quietly "And what are we gonna do when we get there"

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 3:47 PM | Message # 269

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Umbra
"They are waiting, we must hurry to the river. A raccoon told me many men are in the woods."

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 4:19 PM | Message # 270

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Liz

"Let's get out of here. Maybe the town can offer protection."

It's time.

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 4:38 PM | Message # 271

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Moon
We emerged on the banks of the river and I looked about for the creatures to transport...us...across. Three rather large catfish were swimming towards me.

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 4:42 PM | Message # 272

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Liz

"I'm just going to have to trust them, right?" I asked, mostly calming down myself.

It's time.

Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 4:48 PM | Message # 273

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Umbra
I jumped on one's head. "Yeah."

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Date: Sa, 20.October.12, 4:55 PM | Message # 274

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Liz

I watched him jump gracefully onto the fish and turned back to mine. "ok then." I jumped without another word. Instead of splashing like I expected, I landed on something relatively hard.

It's time.