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The Forgotten Ones
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| Ilovedogs2 | 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.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 1:39 AM | Message # 151 |
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| Liz
I closed my eyes, sighing. We were some distance away from the town, we could still separate if needed. "Umbra? May I talk to you like for a minute or two?" I called out in a strained voice, hating what I'll have to say next. Maybe it's better if we go off as individuals than as a group. It's obvious that we can't stay in the group.
Scientist
I saw the signal and turned to him. "you have the stage. Bring them back."
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 1:54 AM | Message # 152 |
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| Gorden:
I smirked and jumped down and followed their combined scent.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 6:14 PM | Message # 153 |
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| (not accepted. Thats the same power as lauren has.)
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 10.October.12, 9:08 PM | Message # 154 |
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| Umbra
I padded forward. "Yes?" I asked, keeping an eye on moon.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 9:23 PM | Message # 155 |
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| Liz
"would you think it would be easier if we separated? If you think Moon would be better off with the animals she love instead with us..." I took a shaky breath, not liking what I'm saying. "we can disbanded and go our separate ways."
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:00 PM | Message # 156 |
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| Umbra
I snickered. "As much as she avoids you, she's only terrified out of her wits. You didn't see what they did to her in there..." I fell quiet for a while. "She knows the dangers of going alone, and how you can benefit from her. She will refuse to separate."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:09 PM | Message # 157 |
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| Liz
I nodded, understanding. "well looks like all I have to do is to..." I trailed off, freezing on the spot. "no way..."
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:12 PM | Message # 158 |
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| Umbra
I tensed then bolted to Moon, who had ducked under the cover of bushes.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:22 PM | Message # 159 |
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| Liz
They are right on our trails and will stay like this until..."we have to reach a town or someplace with a lot of people. The scientists." She shuddered. "put out the Special team. We are in trouble."
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:30 PM | Message # 160 |
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| Umbra
"We're a half mile out."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:32 PM | Message # 161 |
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| Liz
I glanced back at the road behind us and turned back to him. "Then lets get moving. I want to get us in shelter with more people." I nodded, urgently.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:35 PM | Message # 162 |
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| Umbra
I nudged Moon out and we ran on.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 10.October.12, 10:39 PM | Message # 163 |
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| Liz
I followed them quietly, already suspicious. They couldn't have known our scent that easily unless it was a...ugh wow.
It's time.
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| Raz | Date: Th, 11.October.12, 10:45 AM | Message # 164 |
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| Appearance: 6'2, skinny and a bit muscular, Bonny knuckles, a few scars along his body, dark brown short messy hair, completely black eyes, pale Caucasian skin tone, Black running shoes, black cargo jeans, white short sleeve T-shirt, Light bulletproof vest, Beaten Black Leather jacket over his Bulletproof vest, White Overhead Headphones, Iron slab Face Mask(strapped to his waist, hidden by his jacket.), Heavily tinted red shades, Black fatige cap.
Items: G36 which is strapped around his torso, Bowie Knife sheathed on his back over his jacket, G18 holster complete with G18 strapped to his upper right leg.
Personality: Quiet, obidient, unrelenting, unforgiving, merciless, emotionless.
Light or Dark: Dark
Power: Minor Time Distortion.
Bio: Unknown
Other: Scout is a known freerunner and will not listen to anyone's pleas for survival. He does not care for anyone's life and thinks of anyone as expendable.
Persona Non Grata
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.October.12, 4:57 PM | Message # 165 |
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| Dagan:
I mumbled quietly "Gorden..." I than stopped. "I got an idea...I'll split up from you okay?" I said running to the left
Gorden:
My brother caught my eye. "The Scientists knows our deal...don't let the others get away" I said chasing after Dagan.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Th, 11.October.12, 6:34 PM | Message # 166 |
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| I was falling behind when i saw a dark form chasing Dagan. I ran up, silently, silently...Almost ready to make a blow from behind with my plank of wood.
Walk without rhythm
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 11.October.12, 7:24 PM | Message # 167 |
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| Liz
I was about to speak when I saw a dark form behind us. Damn them.
It's time.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 11.October.12, 9:12 PM | Message # 168 |
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| (and uh accepted.)
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 11.October.12, 11:27 PM | Message # 169 |
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| Dagan:
I kept running when I heard unatural foot steps and they got louder and louder. It took me just a second to realize that he was in his beast form. I hid behind a tree, and closed my eyes, my arm sprouting fur.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 12.October.12, 5:17 PM | Message # 170 |
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| Holy...
He is now a...thing. People may have gotten worse treatment in prison, but at least I don't turn into a BEAST.
I continued to try and get behind it, but it was slightly too fast.
Walk without rhythm
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 12.October.12, 6:01 PM | Message # 171 |
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| (I've got a question...how the HELL did he catch up so dang fast?)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 12.October.12, 6:44 PM | Message # 172 |
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| (Idk...)
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 12.October.12, 8:31 PM | Message # 173 |
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| (Who, me? or the convoy?)
Walk without rhythm
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 12.October.12, 9:56 PM | Message # 174 |
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| (The convoy)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 12.October.12, 11:03 PM | Message # 175 |
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| (Well I got excited and just assumed he was close)
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