Sign Up The Altered

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Begin introduction:

[i]The human girl screamed, and struggled to break free from her captors. It was all futile of course. The guard holding her arms was visibly stronger and a great deal taller.....and his cruel smile only served to heighten her fear. She kicked him in the side, and his hand flew. She hit the wall, ears ringing wildly....face smarting with pain. Without permission, she moaned. Because she couldn't scream.

The doctor advanced, a tray of syringes in his hands. The guard picked her up by the neck as she gripped his wrists, digging her nails in. The first needle entered her scalp, just below her external occipital protuberance. The second pricked her left arm and the third entered her chest. Two more were plunged into her thighs and she shuddered. Then the burning started.

Pain like she had never known, coursing through her veins, like a hot poker pressed down on her body.... She went limp, and the doctor signaled to put her on the table. There was no need to strap her down, but they did anyways.....she couldn't stand if she wanted to.[/i]

End introduction.

Begin narration:

In the far future, in a place where fear is common place, genetic scientists have developed methods for changing people from natural humans into "super humans." With various injections, D.N.A. can be changed; honing the body into perfected tools to serve their creators. The subjects are injected with sedatives and given cranial implants to control actions.... But in their pride, the doctors under dosed the humans. The test subjects have freed themselves, and are still freeing themselves, and will stop at nothing to end this terror. They have been changed. They are the Altered.

End narration.
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Birth name: Shalistrae Lifé
Subject name: Lifé Theta-24-B

Age: 26

Appearance before: Ordinary slender figure, slightly below average height and muscle mass. Tanned skin, average chest size, short brown hair. See attatchment.

Appearance after: Slender, highly toned figure, white skin, long brown hair, above average chest size.

Bio: See intro.

Sidenote: You will have to break yourself free, or something like that before you can meet up with other Altered. There will be only room for two doctors and two security guards. The Altered can be as numerous as the sands of the sea. And also: this RPG will have graphic volence and dark subject matter. You have been warned.

Also: To join this RPG, you must be a rather good writer, and be willing to make your posts worth my time. In other words, this will be a highly selective RPG. If your post quality is pitiful....you will be patted on the head, and told to to take your buisness elsewhere.[/COLOR]

[liamc2]

Wheee! ^^
(has permission to do this...)

[b]Birth name:[/b] Jack Matthew Flint

[b]Subject name:[/b] N/A

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Appearance before:[/b] 6'2'' black hair, brown eyes, off-white tanned skin, broad shouldered, mildly built.

[b]Appearance after:[/b] N/A

[b]Bio:[/b] Typical Security Guard, does his job in the normal ground level sectors of the building and is totally clueless to what is going on below. He signed up as a security guard at the complex a year and a half ago because his University qualifications were useless everywhere except out of the country. Now he has to work to earn money for the passport and plane ticket.

Little does he know that he's about to find a whole lot more about his little job.

[Shikaku Kitoku]

Birth Name: Nacosgojsa Ekiembenhium
Subject Name: Nacos-17-C

Age:24

Appearance Before: 6' tall, 184 lbs, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, average build.

Appearance After: 6' tall, 217 lbs, long blonde bangs but the rest is cut short, stell grey eyes, above average build.

Biography: Taken by the genetic scientists when he was 18, Nocas was held captive until he turned 20. That is when the scientists decided to test on him. While altering his muscle mass and eye color, they also honed his hearing an smelling. Because he gave up on himself a long time ago, he is very silent and barely does anything. Lately, he has been sick of being held captive. He decided that now is the time to break free and become as normal as he can. EDITED: He also has slight empathy and telepathy powers, His strong point is his telekinetic ability. (moving things with your mind, think Star Wars and the force when Luke moves his X-Wing)

[Jedah]

Birth Name: Donovan Bison

Subject Name: Bis-36-W

Age: 19

Bio: Donovan always knew there was something "special" about him. He had lived in this specialized facility for his entire life. His father, Michael Bison took him from birth and relayed his son to the doctors for unknown reasons. They began experimentation on the young boy immediately. Donovan has never seen the outside world, and for some unknown reason...it pains him physically to look at or be in the glaze of the sunlight. His speed and agility is beyond anything human, as is his wit and cunning. Donovan knows nothing of social interactment, and becomes nervous and shy around others. The young man knows there are answers out in the world. Both about his father, and why he is so different. He decides to break out of the stranglehold of the facility...

Appearance: Donovan wears nothing but a white wifebeater Tank top, a pair of black sweatpants, and a black beanie cap which covers his eyes constantly...

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Eep. o.o' *obeys*

[b]BirthName:[/b] Sylia Kittana (Read Bio before calling her Sylia...)

[b]SubjectName:[/b] CL2-12K4-93

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Appearance Before:[/b] Look at the pic below, except she had light, blond hair and silver-blue eyes. (normal clothes.)

[b]Appearance After:[/b] See pic.

[b]Bio:[/b] Celestine doesn't remember anything of her past, except all that she felt before her trasformation. She doesn't remember her name, or what she looked like before. The last she remembers is how she wanted badly to die, hating everything that had happened before. Her life seemed useless, so she had decided to just allow them to use her as a test subject, whether she survived it, or not. There is no memory whatsoever about everything else. Her friends, family... She doesn't even know where she had come from. Now that she has experianced the pain, Celestine doesn't want the others to go through all she had. She has her mind set on escape, and wants nothing else but to destroy them.

Edit: Sorry!! ^_^; [/color] [/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Sorry Juu, I should've mentioned. There will be no elemental powers that can change the physical world. Of course, telepathy, empathy, and a varried form of clairvoyance is permitted. Kindly take note of this.

For example: The power of one person must be limited to what the normal human can do, but the mental self is only limited to the power of the altered mind.

Shalistrae can be hypnotic if she so chooses...but it is a skill that is not perfected yet.[/COLOr]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]- note, Rai oked this position with me prior.

[b]Name[/b]: Dr. Vormir Salif Korkovisky

[b]Age[/b]: Appears 28, probably either a few years older or much older.

[b]Biography[/b]: [i]Born a genius in what would be Northern Siberia, the Doctor was quickly discovered to be a highly intelligent child, placeing several grades above his own. A lonely, introverted childhood and post-childhood made him a bit of a sadist as well, creating a mysterious adult that remained silent and brooding anytime he was in public, lashing out at random sometimes to people he didnt even know.

Silently as always, he created his newest project and gathered several scientists together to form it, to test the boundries of being "human". Alot of test subjects had succeded, a few bloody failures not worth mentioning. His mind flowed with ideas, and finally one weaved in his mind that was so perfect that he had to execute it. The "escape".. to see which specimens were strong enough to break out during lower sedation. Providing one of the best excuses ever, and abuseing his 'rule' as the head doctor, he lowered the dosages, not expecting anything outstanding. But he knew in the back of his mind that something was going to happen..

Something outstanding. Something that might finally end the.



"..."[/i]

[b]Personality[/b]: Introvert, Sadist, Quiet, Maniacal, Genius, Mysterious. No one can read him exactly, but this is what he proclaims himself as.

[b]Appearance[/b]: Tall, 6'5 or so, and on the thin side. He keeps a somewhat muscular frame, while not looking too outstandingly powerful. He wears a silver trenchcoat that traces to the floor, with black combat boots and black sunglasses. His hair is long and has several white streaks in it. A lone scar is across his rough cheek..[/color]

[Chaos]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][COLOR=royalblue]And also: this RPG will have graphic volence and dark subject matter. You have been warned.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE]


Like sweet. Most cool.

Birth name: [No former birth name; retained 'Medra' as a play-on of the Greek word for 'middle'; [i]mesos[/i]; marked the halfway point on pure physical enhancements.]


Subject name: JR-147-9910; CODE :: V3

Age: 24

Appearance before: Six foot nothing; A bit chubby, but still exceedingly strong for figure; slightly tanned in that Blue-Collar worker way, brown scruffy hair; suprising speed for size.

Appearance after: Six foot seven inches; cut like a diamond; physical strength uncharted; very dark skin; white, short-cut hair which stands straight up [not spiked, but it's too short to fall down]; speed parallels brute strength

Bio: Life is, how to say, 'dark'. One could call it gothic, except the term is, to say the least, outdated. Moreover, this man is a genetic freak. Cold-hearted on the surface, and ripped like an Olympiad on steroids, he seems far and distant to all others. However, his stern past actually makes him mentally break down, and at times, tears can be shed if his memory gets the best of him.

He was cloned, to put it the best way. Part of a genetic test to create a brainless oaf in which physical obstructions would be a thing of the past. That, however, failed. As due to a miscalculation, he turned out not only to be super-strong, but he was quite smart. This, sadly, only intrigued his creators, and he spent the first twenty years of his life as a test tube subject.

However, lately, he has been resisting his captors, and has even been rumored to have briefly escaped. Unfortionatly for his 'fathers', he's about to go loco...

Personality: As said, he appears cold-hearted, but he is actually a very lonely man. At the given chance, he could very well break apart and curl up in a ball until the emotional stress makes his head go 'pop'.

Dressings: A pair of black, really baggy jeans, black shirt with a tribal version of the Adidas symbol, and a pair of black and white Air Force Ones [No, he doesn't need two girls]. His also has several self-mutilation scars, most obvious are his earrings; gold loops the size of nickels slashed into each lobe.

My, but Rai's a looker nowadays...*bows before running off back to try and kill the creativity-sucking beast that has been plaguing him/listen to Bodies*

[Corey]

[b]Birth name:[/b] Ryan Schezar

[b]Subject name:[/b] Schezar-Omnicron-696

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Appearance before:[/b] Highly underwieght. Thinning, messy brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Bony features. Far too pale considering his outdoorsy attitude.

[b]Appearance after:[/b] More of a normal weight but still on the skinny side. Hair and eyes have turned a very light shade of grey. Is still very pale.

[b]Bio:[/b] Quite different from many other experimentees, I was given freely as a specimen by me parents. I was all for it. It would make me stronger and less of a 'Bully Magnet'. On the sixth of March, three days before my eighteenth birthday, I strolled casually into the facility. I announced his arival to the secretary and was immdeiately lead to a large room with reflective glass all around it. People were staring at me, I could feel them. I was stripped of all clothing and strapped down to a metal table. A cart of syringes was wheeled in and a tall man in a labcoat followed the nurses. A needle slid into my arm and I immediately began to feel groggy.
[b]Dr. Vormir-[/b] "This is one of the first in our Omnicron series. The Omnicrons are dedicated solely to the advances in the human mind. This young man here will be gaining the ability of Telekinesis. We will have him wired into a monitor so you can see his brain adjusting as it happens. Now as soon as the medicine takes affect we can beg-" My eyelids dropped like a stone.
Three days later, on my birthday, I awoke in a hospital. A nurse came in and looked at me. She marked something on a chart and told me I could leave. I stood up. I was slightly more muscular and quite a bit less skinny. I viewed myself in a mirror and noted a hair and eye color change. It startled me, but not as much as what I had expected to happen. I had expected to come out of the treatment buff and strong. All I saw was a slight improvement. I looked around, found my clothes and donned them.
I walked out of the hospital and back to my house. As soon as I walked in the door my parents were on me. They hugged me and kissed me like all loving parents do. The looked me over and were puzzled. They asked me why I wasn't 'strong'. I told them I didn't know and that I remembered something about changing my brain somehow. My father walked away and muttered something that sounded an aweful lot like "Still a disgrace."
Over the next few weeks my homelife slowly declined. Fights broke out often, things were thrown and broken. I began hating my parents. I had found that they had always seen me as a disgrace. I just was fed false love to keep from being completely useless. Over these weeks my enhancements began to assert themselves. Things would fall over as I walked past and noted them. Lost things were magically where they should have been. I didn't notice though...
Exactly one month after the procedure it happened. My enhancements came fully alive. A transmitter embedded in my scalp gave the facility a signal. Five men from the facility showed up on my doorstep and asked for me. My parents said to take me. They could care less. The men grabbed me. I screamed at them and was punched by my father. My eyes changed from smooth grey to a bloody red. His skin was suddenly lying in a heap in the corner. All muscle tissue that was once on his body was flung across the room. He crumpled to the floor and looked at me with unmoving eyes before the light fell out from them. I flung my mother backwards and impaled her on a wall decoration. The two men that were holding me suddenly found their arms lying on the ground. I was stuck with a tranquilizer. I fell to the ground and was hauled back to the facility.
Since I've been eighteen I have been stuck in this place. They have trained me to be a loyal servant. I'm not, but I play along. What else is there for me? I have nowhere to go. I have no one.

[ColourDeaf]

Birth Name: Unspecified - Known as Chand in "social" circumstances

Subject name: GenoEsp-984-12

Age: 24

Appearance before: Fairly average in every way possibly, brown hair, brown eyes and a slim build.

Appearnce after: He has grown quite tall and is now much thinner, verging on emaciated. His eyes have turned amber with a slight glowing "aura" to them, and some cables run from the back of his head to a large collar-like machine around his neck (an Aegis Hood).

Bio: Chand was all but bought from the orphanage he had spent his life when he was 8, as part of a "revolutionary new educational system." he protested but the owners of the orphange could do nothing about it, and he was shortly taken away. He was subkected to a huge array of tests and injections, most notably the inplantation of a machine known as an Aegis Hood. He spent years doing these tests, building his mental strength and unlocking his absolutely astoundin telepathic and empathic abilities. The Aegis Hood is a machine that is used to keep these powers from burning out his mind, but also acts as a kind of "mage staff," focusing his powers for more powerful and varied forms. He only now wishes to be free, and to return to the orphange that raised him...

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Graphic violence, dark subject matter...mmm....standard fare.

Birth name: Rali Kreigyr
Subject name: Quietus

Age: 23

Appearance before: Six foot tall, slightly more slender than average. Shoulder length black hair. Dark grey eyes with black flecks.Pale skin.

Appearance after: Six foot tall, and even more slender than before. Now appears to be a complete stick figure. Same hair and eyes, even paler skin. A lot of scars. A hell of a lot.

Bio: Rali came to the project willingly, on the condition that his mind be wiped. He hated his past, he hated life as a whole. So he wanted nothing more than to leave it. Rather than kill himself, he gave his body up.

During the injections though, Rali suffered violent trauma. He had an unforeseen reaction to several compounds, with startling effects. His mind was partially shattered, leaving large gaps in his memories. Not enough to give him peace, but enough to allow him to live. His emotions were left void. Overstressed synapses and neural connections disintergrated. Rali can't feel a thing except pain anymore. And as such, pain is savoured. Sensation is so fleeting..

The physical damage was more extensive. Muscles ripped themselves apart, a permanent adrenalin surge left the body in a constant heightened state, and on the verge of total collapse at all times. His heart became fatigued within days, and his nerves were stressed from dealing with rampant sensation.

He was dubbed Quietus as a grim joke. He was thought to be the potential death of the project.

Rali recovered after a week or so. And was sewn up. Scars traced lines along most of the muscles in his body, and several internal functions were damaged. Rali's convulsions during the reaction had burnt away every fat deposit in his body. Muscles however were somewhat wiry, but wound around his bones like steel wire.

His lack of emotion left him pliable. They trained him to fight. To kill. He did so admirably. With his hands whenever possible. On several training occasions, Rali tore several other aspirants quite literally apart. The doctors sat back and applauded.

Rali you see, was a military experiment. A super soldier. Desensitised, ruthless, deadly.

It was somewhat unfortunate, for the military, that Rali's father had been a General. He had wanted Rali to be in the army. Rali had refused, and had had his life made miserable because of it.

Rali's father came in one day, to gloat over how his son was finally doing something productive.

One of the few areas in Rali's mind that actually existed anymore clicked. And Rali's father died. Painfully. After he was finished pulverising his father, Rali left the compound. No one tried to stop him.

Rali has no purpose in life anymore, but he simply doesn't care enough to end it. He drifts, finding solace with those who, like him, find pain to be the only outlet for that dull emptiness inside them. In this day and age, those people are becomnig more and more plentiful.



Now you're going to find a problem with it right?[/font][/color]

[Andrew]

[I]Sounds...Interesting.[/I]

[B]Birth name:[/B] [I]Andrew J. Curtis[/I]
[B]Subject name:[/B] [I]Iron-hide IR-4 Delta[/I]

[B]Age:[/B] [I]35[/I]

[B]Appearance before:[/B] [I]Height: 5?9?. Weight: 150lbs. Average body composition of a young man who worked out regularly. Not quite as defined as he?d like to be. Short, spiked brown hair and brown eyes to match.[/I]

[B]Appearance after:[/B] [I]Height: 6?5?. Weight: 220lbs. Muscles clearly defined through the baggiest of clothing. Body composition totally altered to that of someone who has trained non-stop for their entire life. Long, darkened brown hair that goes just past his chest, Still brown eyes with a hint of blue.[/I]

[B]Bio:[/B] [I]Once a successful business man, Andrew was very rich and powerful in many parts of America and western Europe. Andrew had the intelligence of almost a genius and was fascinated by science. Andrew was also a big believer of evolution and survival of the fittest, so when he heard of the project to physically alter and evolve humans he instantly volunteered to fund the workings of Doctor Vormir and his staff. Andrew funded the works for years without actually meeting the good Doctor or seeing any of his progress. He grew impatient and demanded to be let to see Vormir. Suddenly, after years of being to busy, Vormir accepted and invited Andrew to see his progress. Andrew was escorted through the grounds of the compound by several security guards and after being taken underground he was told by a group of men to wait in a small room. Andrew waited patiently unaware that the room was silently filling with gas. In minutes he was taken from the room un-conscious ready to be experimented on. The Alterations to Andrew were that of great intelligence and great increase inn strength and body composition. Although he was being controlled, Andrew ? now renamed [B]?Ironhide?[/B] ? stilled retained his somewhat out going personality. Over the two years of being drugged and tested on Andrew came to hate his ?treatments? and desired to live again as a free man. This desired prospered into a sick obsession, a yearning for freedom. Ironhide?s time for escape has come. Soon...[/I]

[Raiha]

[cOLOR=royalblue]Wow, some RPGers with actual talent....I feel so loved.

And how did you guess Harlequin? There are only two things wrong with your sign up.

1) You can't escape yet. Your first post will be you and your trying to escape.

2) Why in the world would people like you?

Just kidding about that second one. So yes. This will start soon...but first I'm waiting for a man named Axle North to show up.
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It has a direction....[/COLOR]

[Yoda]

[B]Birth name:[/B] Logan [All other names unknown]

[B]Subject name:[/B] AR33 - Naviga

[B]Age:[/B] 47

[B]Appearance before:[/B] 6'3", hazel eyes, long brown sruffy hair. A well built body and defined muscles. He had spent a long time body-building.

[B]Appearance after:[/B] Still 6'3", but his spine is so hunched that he appeares to be about 5'8". His eyes are a very pale blue, and he has no hair, at all. His skin is white, almost like paper. He is very skinny, and it appears that he has too much skin for his malnourished body, it is literally hanging down.

[B]Bio:[/B] One of the oldest living subjects, anyone who knew Logan before he entered the facility would certainly not recognise him now, as his appearence greatly mimics that of the living dead. Stripped of all physical prowess over years of mental enhancement, Logan has become one of the most experienced users of telekinesis and telepathy alive.

Driven near to death many times as both mind and body were consumed by pain, Logan exists simply to be tortured. However, the R-complex in Logan's mind began to envelope the alterations to itself, and it grew stronger and more prominent.

As Logan's primitive insincts took over, Logan was driven further into insanity. He saw everyone as threats, and his phychic powers, now at an immense level, would often spurt from his body with the slightest tinge of anger. He was locked away, permenantly, and forgotten, for over three years. Project Naviga was officially terminated.

As the years went by, the R-complex in Logan's mind, bent on simply survival, learnt to slow down Logan's metabolism, allowing him to go great lengths without food or water. Logan would have welcomed death, but any concious thought within him was now almost lost. However, the primitive isnide his mind, is now beginning to plot... to escape.

[Charles]

[b]Birth Name:[/b] Michael

[b]Subject Name:[/b] 662-60d-North

[b]Age:[/b] 21

[b]Appearance Prior:[/b] The subject has been subjected to experimentation since the age of four. Prior to treatment, long, curly locks of golden blonde hair spilled to his shoulders. He had yet to receive his first hair cut. His eyes were large and green, radiating with the innocence of new life.

Obviously, the boy hadn't reached his full physical potential--he had barely graduated from his days of infancy. Furthermore, had been born prematurely, and was relatively small for his age, had a low body weight.

Police reports indicate that he was last seen wearing a "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" T-shirt and denim blue Jean shorts. His white sneakers were nearly spotless--Michael didn't have the energy to play much.

[b]Appearance after:[/b] Subject 662-60d-North has made considerable progress under close supervision. He stands approximately 6' 3" tall. His hair is a mess of dirty blonde, no longer touching his shoulders--not quite.

Michael's eyes are altered. His stony glare belongs to one who has existed for many years, but lived for none. The pale blue orbs don't twinkle, they almost appear to be gray.

662-60d-North possesses rough skin, engineered to be resilient. But, it appears smooth and soft, as if it belongs to an amphibian. He has been optimized for peek strength and mobility. Thus, Michael's build is muscular, but lean.

[b]Bio:[/b] "I can't remember my parents--I can barely remember my own name. It's all so vague, like a dream..my past. It feels so real, but distant. The smell of cotton candy filling my nostrils, mom and dad holding my hands, the memories are at the tips of my fingers, but I can't touch them, can't quite remember.

'Halt die Schnauze. Bewegen Sie nicht. ' Sit down. Shut up. Those were the first German phrases I learned. It's sad that they've become familiar faces in my head, while my family have become distant strangers. I think they motivated me to escape. I want to know what happened. I want to know my last name--a name without numbers attached. Somewhere out there, someone can help me--I know it. And even if I can't find my parents, I'm going to make sure that there aren't any more of me ever again.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Alright, alright, I'll waste a post on escaping. Demonoid wench...[/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Listen to the pot calling the kettle black. Okay all of you rabble! Signups are Officially over! Anyone else must either PM me and bow and scrape and all of that...or IM me and bow and scrape and all of that.[/cOLOR]

[Chaos]

Folks, I am here as a news-bringer.

Raiha has [strike]forced[/strike] asked me to post in this, in order to officially reopen signups. So, yes, signups are open. Again. So join. Again.

*turns to leave, gets shot many times*

[Inuyasha Fandom]

birth name: Mizu Tenshi
(means Water Angel)

Age: pysically, he is 21, but his true age is unknown possibly as old as 56
Apperence before: 4'3" skinny but finely muscled, with ankle length black hair and sky blue eyes, and with pale off-white skin
Apprearence after: Has silvery eyes with slitted pupils at will, and has milk white hair and skin
Bio: he was a brilliant child, and he was trigger happy with guns. He was a fighter of the evil scientists, he destroyed countless labs and research facilities. He was captured, and then subdued, and then changed. He woke up years later, in some kind of metal room. He found he had strange new powers, like the ability to manipulate and contol the element of water in any state of matter. He also found he was super strong, but he had his limits. He easily became dehydrated, and he was almost killed.
But, he is no one's slave, and he descided to escape.

[Circ]

[SIZE=1]Yowzstki! Old thread![/SIZE]

Birth name: Kevin Lefebvre
Subject name: Lef Kappa-23-4S

Mental Age: 14
Physical Age: 60

Appearance before: Classic unrecognizable teen grown all over the place, green eyes, brownish-air.

Appearance after: see pic.

Bio: Kevin accepted out of fear of delinquent prison to enter the Alteration program. Somehow, while noticeably increasing his intelligence and reflexes, the DNA alteration also aged him five times and gave him a form of clairvoyance. Kevin as been drawn on the very verge of insanity by his visions. When being in the experimentation labs, he sees and often feel all the pain inflicted on his comrades. He is currently being trained in various art of combat. He would already have evaded the place, but the scientists ensured that he'd be relient on regularly absorbing small doss of palladium, a very rare metal, or have his aging rates accelerate exponentially, a perspective that terrifies him.

Besides, he's seen visions that showed all his attempts failing.

[Kwai]

Birth Name: Oiuchi Gen
Subject Name: Doku

Age: 19

Appearance: Slender, lithe body. The face is beautiful, or handsome, depending on whether you think its a boy or a girl. The skin is dreadfully pale, and always gives the impression of being near-death.

Bio: Born as a fourth child to a wealthy Japanese family, Gen's course was set to marrying another of immense wealth, and expanding upon his father's empire. Wealth, however, is a double-edged blade, and Gen was kidnapped by a pack of rabbles looking for quick cash. His father was a stingy man, and weighing the potential cash raked in by Gen against the ransom, decided to leave him as he was.

This, of course angered his kidnappers. He was tortured, and most likely sexually abused before he was sold to the highest bidder in the under ground market. Gen was sold to an amateur scientist of some sort, who toyed around with him, essentially as a guinea pig for his numerous experiments. Gen's body was totally wrecked, as was his mentality. His owner eventually thought him out of use, and Gen was again sold in the underground market.

His new owner was another scientist, who had connections in the government. This scientist worked to restore Gen to his original state of mind and body for further experimentation, but upon his failure, gave him away to the government facility, hoping to buy their favor. The facility was specialized in D.N.A. engineering, and Gen was chosen as one of their specimen due to his unique physical and mental state. What the exact result of the D.N.A. meddling on him was is unknown, but since then, Gen's insanity slowly began to wear off, leading his mental state to that of an average human being. Or so it seemed. He is occasionally seen having a conversation with someone, even when he is alone.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Megatron and Circeus, congratulations. Start posting. And as for you.....unlucky soul, let us see more effort before the ax falls.[/COLOR]

[Corey]

I signed up for this before but was rudely kicked out of the RPG for no apparent reason nearly a page and a half into it.
But due to Raiha's constant begging (actually she threatened me an I caved), I'm back.
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[b]Birth name:[/b] Ryan Schezar

[b]Subject name:[/b] Schezar-Omnicron-696

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Appearance before:[/b] Highly underwieght. Thinning, messy brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Bony features. Far too pale considering his outdoorsy attitude.

[b]Appearance after:[/b] More of a normal weight but still on the skinny side. Hair and eyes have turned a very light shade of grey. Is still very pale.

[b]Bio:[/b] Quite different from many other experimentees, I was given freely as a specimen by me parents. I was all for it. It would make me stronger and less of a 'Bully Magnet'. On the sixth of March, three days before my eighteenth birthday, I strolled casually into the facility. I announced his arival to the secretary and was immdeiately lead to a large room with reflective glass all around it. People were staring at me, I could feel them. I was stripped of all clothing and strapped down to a metal table. A cart of syringes was wheeled in and a tall man in a labcoat followed the nurses. A needle slid into my arm and I immediately began to feel groggy.
[b]Dr. Vormir-[/b] "This is one of the first in our Omnicron series. The Omnicrons are dedicated solely to the advances in the human mind. This young man here will be gaining the ability of Telekinesis. We will have him wired into a monitor so you can see his brain adjusting as it happens. Now as soon as the medicine takes affect we can beg-" My eyelids dropped like a stone.
Three days later, on my birthday, I awoke in a hospital. A nurse came in and looked at me. She marked something on a chart and told me I could leave. I stood up. I was slightly more muscular and quite a bit less skinny. I viewed myself in a mirror and noted a hair and eye color change. It startled me, but not as much as what I had expected to happen. I had expected to come out of the treatment buff and strong. All I saw was a slight improvement. I looked around, found my clothes and donned them.
I walked out of the hospital and back to my house. As soon as I walked in the door my parents were on me. They hugged me and kissed me like all loving parents do. The looked me over and were puzzled. They asked me why I wasn't 'strong'. I told them I didn't know and that I remembered something about changing my brain somehow. My father walked away and muttered something that sounded an aweful lot like "Still a disgrace."
Over the next few weeks my homelife slowly declined. Fights broke out often, things were thrown and broken. I began hating my parents. I had found that they had always seen me as a disgrace. I just was fed false love to keep from being completely useless. Over these weeks my enhancements began to assert themselves. Things would fall over as I walked past and noted them. Lost things were magically where they should have been. I didn't notice though...
Exactly one month after the procedure it happened. My enhancements came fully alive. A transmitter embedded in my scalp gave the facility a signal. Five men from the facility showed up on my doorstep and asked for me. My parents said to take me. They could care less. The men grabbed me. I screamed at them and was punched by my father. My eyes changed from smooth grey to a bloody red. His skin was suddenly lying in a heap in the corner. All muscle tissue that was once on his body was flung across the room. He crumpled to the floor and looked at me with unmoving eyes before the light fell out from them. I flung my mother backwards and impaled her on a wall decoration. The two men that were holding me suddenly found their arms lying on the ground. I was stuck with a tranquilizer. I fell to the ground and was hauled back to the facility.
Since I've been eighteen I have been stuck in this place. They have trained me to be a loyal servant. I'm not, but I play along. What else is there for me? I have nowhere to go. I have no one.