Sign Up Deep Secret [PG14 - V,L, pos. S]

[Muad'Dib]

[FONT=Palatino Linotype][CENTER][COLOR=SlateGray]Within it's protective metallic walls, the [i]Jurn[/i] felt violated. The [i]Jurn[/i] sat nestled in the heart of it's complex, it's smooth, arching frame giving off a pale blue glow at seemingly random intervals along the structure. The glow had gotten brighter ever since [i]they[/i] entered, casting pale shadows on the dark floor before it. Now they peered into the [i]Jurn's[/i] own chamber, using their burning, violating instruments to open the door that had been the last barrier between them and the [i]Jurn[/i]. The glow intensified almost two-fold immediately. Deep within itself, the [i]Jurn[/i] stirred, releasing that which it had nurtured. A single curved tube, still glowing with blue light, jutted forth.

As blue turned to yellow, pieces of this new development broke away, revealing what lie curled underneath. Aesirik dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Wires and mechanicle tubing were bound to every part of him, cutting through skin and binding to muscle and bone. A tube covered his mouth, a plate his eyes, and the rest formed organic patterns on his arms, legs- everywhere. His mouth tube broke away with a hiss, and Aesirik gagged and choked. a few seconds passed with no sound, Aesirik's body begging for oxygen, unused to breathing. Finally, he took his first breath and shuddered.

Everywhere, wires and tubing began to unattatch themselves, fresh blood spilling onto the floor as they broke away. Aesirik wretched, his whole body twitching and writhing with pain. Finally, his body was bare except for the plate which still covered his eyes. Aesirik gasped for breath, still shaking and cowering in his own blood on the floor.

[i]-Feel child-[/i] the [i]Jurn[/i] spoke to it's creation. [i]-You must do the works of [/i]Auhd[i] now child-[/i] Aesirik's shuddering calmed and he breathed more steadily, though his lungs still burned with the feel of air. [i]-Stand child-[/i] Aesirik cowered still. [i]-Stand child-[/i] Slowly, shakily, Aesirik got to his feet, hardly able to support his own weight. [i]-Your time of blindness is ended child- -See-[/i] The plate on his eyes loosened and retracted into the [i]Jurn[/i]. Aesirik's eyes immediately dailated, then returned to normal size. The light of the [i]Jurn's[/i] glow made his mind burn, flooding his senses. [i]-Aesirik-[/i]

Archeologists and Scientists flooded into the chamber, eager to see what they had discovered. Aesirik stood defiantly, watching.
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[COLOR=DarkOrange]The basic plot: Obviously, this takes place in the future. Humans, upon discovering another inhabitable world like Earth, flooded into space to see their find. Soon after colonizing the planet, now deemed 'Terras', ruins and ancient complexes were found beneath the surface. But no signs of life. Even dead life.

So now, they've found what they think is something significant. aesirik, though they don't know that is his name. To them, he is a discovery. Something to be tested and experimented on. How can he exist on an alien world? What are these marking on his body? What was the use of the room he was found in? Yet so far, no answers have been revealed to the eager humans.

Aesirik is kept in almost constant unconsciousness. Scientists and doctors watch over him day and night. Is he human? Maybe.
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[COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]There will be some 'assigned' characters for this RP. You don't have to PM me to post a sign up for them, and if there are more than one, I'll pick the best. I'll except six people total. [size=1]Though I doubt I'll get that many...[/size]

Characters:
~ Dr. Kessa - female - Currently in charge of 'taking care' of Subject01 (Aesirik)
~ Dr. Clemont - male - Currently in charge of tests for Subject01 (Aesirik)
~ General Hirkison - male - In charge of all military operations on Terras.
~ Heather Hirkison - General's daughter (female) - Learning biology from Dr. Kessa.

Again, I'll pick the best if there are multiple sign ups for one character, and there is room for two new characters. A total of six people is the max I'll accept.
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[COLOR=Blue]SIGN-UPS:

Name: (If not assigned char., use normal name)
Age: (be reasonable [ex: Dr. Kessa can't be fourteen])
Gender:
Appearence: (no pics unless accompanied by a description)
Personae(Personality): (No listing- be detailed)
Bio: (For new characters only- Assigned characters do not require a bio)

My character (Aesirik) will be posted soon. Hope you enjoy :)[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Sword Breaker]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=DarkRed]Kool.

Name: General Albert Hirikson

Age: 56

Gender: Male

Appearance: Albert stands at about 5.9". Albert is a pudgy person, mainly becouse his muscles turned into fat, due to his lack of training. Most of his muscles are gone, but he is still quite strong. His eyes are dark green, piercing and cold. His hair has since faded from a deep jetblack to a thin grey, witch is short cropped and combed back, giving him a quiet distinguished look. His bushy eyebrows have followed his hair, also a light grey. He is very clean shaven, but it is not uncommon for him to have a light 5 O'clock shadow.

He is almost always waring a dark green suit, a dignified tuxedo-style suit, over a lighter green button-shirt. He has black leather shoes, neatly tied and shined. When he is adressing his men, he has on a green cap, millitary style, with a black flap in the front. (I think you know what I mean)

He enjoys cigars, and is almost seen puffing on one.

Personae: Albert is a no-nonsense type of person, who is hard and strict. He dose what is needed, and gets his job done. He is known for keeping a level head, even in stressful situations, this is partly the reason he was promoted to General. Quite a good leader, he gives direct orders, and always speaks directly to the point. Off duty he is somwhat more relaxed, but years of being a General has wound him tight, and he is still strict and too a point. The only time he talk freely is when he golfs with his peers, and when he is talking with his daughter.

Ok, my Bio wasn't needed so I didn't put that in. Anyway, I hope this is alright. I am assuming the general is a self-made man, not some ***** who got to be a general becouse his parents were rich/politicans who just pulled some strings. I hope i'm in. (Crosses Fingers)[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Ezekiel]

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[B]I love this idea so much X3[/B]

[B]Name:[/B] Dr. James Clemont

[B]Age:[/B] 28

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] James would be described as ruggedly handsome by most women. Even though he is only in his twenties, the poor man looks about 35.
His hair is a mixture of black and grey and he prefers to leave some bristle on his chin, never letting it grow, giving him an untidy look.

His eyes can be cold but most of the time they are cheery and bright, they pretty much reflect how he's feeling.
He wears glasses most of the time and is usually seen wearing his lab coat, even when he's on a break (he?s always experimenting with something). Underneath his white coat, he'll be wearing brown cords and a button up shirt, usually black.
[URL=http://nii-jyeni.org/global/adaa982035cab28765b3b64edcdde8e3.jpg]James[/URL] on a 'bad day'.

[B]Personality:[/B] James is a cheery guy, even though some would describe his humour as...twisted and sick, most of the time. He takes it all with a smile and just keeps on going on, day by day, doing the same routine.

he accepts anything that people throw at him and lives by the saying 'Sticks and Stones'. he's had his fair share of trouble in his life, he's just grown used to it by now.

Even though he usually slacks off and jokes around, James is a brilliant scientist and doctor and has a very quick mind.

He?s also a chain smoker, probably wishing to die young at the rate he goes.

[B]If anything needs changing, then PM me[/B] ^_^[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Muad'Dib]

[FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=Gray]Alright! Two sign ups already! Very good, both of you. Well now, it's about time I got my own up.

[B]Name[/B]: Aesirik (Subject01)
[B]Age[/B]: Unknown - Looks anywhere from late teens to late twenties.
[B]Gender[/B]: male
[B]Appearence[/B]: Aesirik stands at exactly 5'10'', with a build almost unnaturally even. His hair is a mix of dull, charcoal gray and shocking orange, and despite being a little messy, grows very evenly. His face is strangely ambiguous, though the genital area clearly shows he is male. His eyes are ever changing - when he is unconscious, they are a lifeless gray, but when conscious, they seem to change with emotion and other conditions. His skin tone is pale, but with a dark undertone, and smooth to the point where it could be mistaken for synthetic. It also seems to turn a darker shade of tan under direct sunlight.

All along his body, dull silver 'scars' mark where the Jurn was connected with him. They form organic, and sometimes even intricate patterns along his arms, legs, and torso. If examined very closely, the marks have specks of color smaller then a piece of dust.

As of yet, Aesirik has not been given any clothes, since he is kept almost constantly unconscious on a medical examination table. Unless you count the sheet covering the lower half of his body.

[B]Personae(Personality)[/B]: In short, Aesirik is unresponsive. He observes rather than taking action. Since he is still learning how to interact with people, he may seem very awkward or odd sometimes. However, he does show signs of emotion. He becomes defensive of anything concerning the Jurn or it's complex. After being in long contact with different people, he shows signs of like and dislike. So far, anger has yet to be observed. It is unknown if he feels any physicle attraction to humans.

[B]Bio[/B]: Nurtured for uncounted centuries in the depths of the Jurn. His past and purpose are all unknown to him and others. Perhaps it was the Jurn's purpose to protect him until humans arrived? Or did the Jurn create him? Aesirik doesn't know, but he feels somehow that he serves a deep purpose. Something important. Who can tell?

I included a Bio for the hell of it. Just so ya'll know <_<[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Spiritbreeze]

[color=#0000ff]Name:[/color][color=navy] Heather Hirkison[/color]
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[color=#0000ff]Age:[/color][color=navy] 18[/color]
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[color=#0000ff]Gender:[/color][color=navy]female
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[color=#0000ff]Appearence: [/color][color=navy]Heather has short black hair that goes just to her chin. Dark green eyes and a serious expression are worn on her face. Baggy pants, usually black, and tank tops are her normal outfit, along with a bracelet or two on her wrist. [/color]
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[color=#0000ff]Personae(Personality): [color=navy]Heather laughs easily, but can be very serious when needed. When she is thinking, she hates to be disturbed, and is often found with a book in one hand, whether it's philosophy or fiction. Training with Dr. Kessa was the only way her father would let her come. She is a dedicated student, with a passion for science.
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