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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 17, 2016 15:52:02 GMT -5
((Alright cool. I'll just sorta sit here and wait.))
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 15:59:11 GMT -5
I'm editing some characters cause I feel like they need to change a bit. I'll get them up in a bit
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 16:03:35 GMT -5
aight man take ur time c:
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 17, 2016 16:10:48 GMT -5
((Might not be on much today because I'm gonna focus on writing a horror story, so we'll see how that goes.))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 16:20:56 GMT -5
alright, have fun dude
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Post by venus on Aug 17, 2016 16:29:09 GMT -5
sorry i took a rlly long bath bath bombs are the best invention in the world tbh??? i smell good and im glittery so A+ 10/10
u should post a starter pls :0 u know my characters already. i should still get em done tho
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 16:30:11 GMT -5
Hey, is origin like history?
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 16:42:29 GMT -5
one day...one day i will have a bath bomb
lol u right, i do. ill give everyone some more time but tbh typing this thing will take me awhile anyways
@pineapple: yep! or whatever place they're from, if you're lazy like me
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 16:53:29 GMT -5
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 16:59:08 GMT -5
omggg Connie with the 'come at me bro im effin ripped' pose SRSLY THO I LOVE IT!! 10/10 needs more horrifying tentacles
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 17:00:56 GMT -5
Hey man you got any ideas for like two mutations? I can't think of any. I'll post my wip forms after I finish converting stuff to the forms. Sorry for the delay I haven't done stuff like this in a while.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 17:02:20 GMT -5
oh don't worry, + tentacles is next on my list lol which makes it sound like I'm about to draw some very stereotypical hentai
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 17:04:51 GMT -5
well along what line of mutation are you looking for? you could go with some animal features, or something a little more messed up. and its okay, no worries
they all start out the same way, except urs is going down the murder route
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 17:13:49 GMT -5
name: Jason Banker age: 21 gender: Male description/personality: Jason stands at 6’2 with short brown hair and grey eyes. He has a 5 o’clock shadow and messy hair that looks as if he just rolled out of bed. There are soft curls in Jason’s hair and often some will fall over his forehead. Jason’s eyes are a light grey similar to a stone’s color and can either be jovial or a deadly glare. His thick brows are more of a line than an arch and he has medium length lashes. A sly smile often rests on his face especially around friends and people he cares about. However, for most he reserves a scowl for. He has fair skin that will burn rather than tan. Jason can appear tough and guarded at first but deep down he is just a giant softy. He is loyal, protective, and true to his friends. He will never lie to those he cares about and will always put himself at the front lines to protect others. Face claim is James Marsden. Jason wears a sleeveless navy hoodie under a black jacket. He wears grey cargo pants with zippers to make them into shorts. Around his neck are a pair of goggles that he wears when he uses his ability. He has a large backpack with empty glass bottles tied to it as well as pouches of shards that he keeps tied to his belt loops. He wears black steel toed military boots. mutations: Jason has a stage 1 mutation to control glass origin: From Fort Whiskey where Jason and his sister lost their parents. other: Twin brother of Emma sn: thepineappleincident name: Emma Banker age: 21 gender: Female description/personality: Emma stands at 5’3 with brown hair and grey eyes. Her hair has a natural ombre style to it, the ends a honey blond compared to the rest of the brown waves. Her hair reaches the top of her chest and is parted one the left, the right majority slightly falling in front of her right eye. Her dark grey eyes are often narrowed but are big and expressive. She has thin, dark eyebrows and long, dark lashes. Emma has a few piercings much to her brother’s disdain. She has a stud on the left side of her nose when you look at her and sometimes it is a ring. In her right ear are three cartilage/helix piercings, the lower one attached to a silver, ball chain that is connected to a piercing on her upper lobe. She has 2g plugs in both earlobes which will either be a galaxy design or owl heads. On her left ear she has a ring in her tragus and just two piercing in her cartilage/helix. She has a fair complexion and tends to tan easily. Emma is the cautious type who clings to her brother and it takes a while for her to warm up to people. She is hot tempered and stubborn, but kinda transparent cause she doesn't hide her thoughts and emotions well. Her face claim is Sydney Sierota. Emma wears a grey tank top with a brown hooded jacket under a black jacket that matches her brother's as well as matching goggles around her neck. She wears black shorts and when it is cold she will wear ripped black tights underneath. Tiny glass bottles hang from her jackets and on the belt of her shorts. She has a knapsack that holds whatever can't fit inside of her brother's bag and it has two canteens attached that are plastic. She wears brown hiking boots. mutations: Emma has a stage 1 mutation to control glass origin: From Fort Whiskey (see Jason) other: Twin sister of Jason sn: thepineappleincident name: Robbie Williams age: 23 gender: Male description/personality: Standing at 5’10 and lanky, Robbie doesn’t seem to win in the muscular category. Having more smarts than dashing good looks, this boy uses that to let people underestimate him and let him coast through life. He has wildish brown hair that is styled in a way that makes it seem like a went through a car race with the roof down. As much as he tells people that he does indeed brush his hair, it’s almost always a lie as he tends to wake up too late to remember to do that. He has soft brown eyes that are somewhat narrow from getting glasses too late and having to squint most of his childhood to see. Robbie has pasty skin that will burn for a few days before returning to normal. Robbie always goes with the flow, adapting to what’s around him to not be noticed. He isn’t one for conflict and will try to appease rather than argue. Being more of a lone wolf, he won’t make friends willingly because it’s easier not to stand out when you are alone. His face claim is Andrew Garfield. Robbie wears a short sleeved rusty red shirt with a brown vest over it. He wears denim jeans with a knife strapped to his right thigh. He wears a brown and grey striped beanie that is big enough to over his whole head if needed and there are eye holes cut into the fabric. He wears brown hiking boots and has a tattered backpack with a rifle on a strap that crosses over his chest. mutations: Robbie has a stage 1 mutation in the form of grey wolf ears and wolf senses. origin: Robbie is from Fort Sierra other: Pansexual sn: thepineappleincident name: Todd McHale age: 19 gender: Male description/personality: Todd is athletic, standing at 5’9 with a muscular build, with mischief in his heart. Todd has short black hair and slightly larger ears than most. He has dark brown eyes that seem to be unfocused at times and taunting every other time. He has a widows peak and a slightly big forehead. His dark black hair lies flat on his head and is short yet not cropped to close to his scalp. He often runs his fingers through his hair when embarrassed or exasperated. His eyebrows are thick and dark with a small scar at the inside of the right one, making a little bald spot in his brow. His lashes are thin and somewhat slightly shorter than a medium length but his eyes are expressive even without lashes drawing attention to them. Todd is has a light tan and will tend to not tan or burn. Todd has never been the best at anything, even sports, so he never puts the effort into anything. He will blow off even the simplest of tasks to do nothing. He is guarded but a goofball who just wants to make people smile. He can also be a giant ass. Todd’s face claim is Dave Franco. Todd wears a black tank top underneath a black hooded jacket which is under a black leather jacket. He wears black pants and boots. He travels light with only a small backpack with food, water, and a knife or two. mutations: Todd has a Stage 1 mutation that allows him to alter how people perceive reality aka he is an illusionist. He can make people see him as someone else or make doubles of himself or make some other illusion. He has to see the person or be in the area to do this however and it only lasts for about ten minutes. origin: Todd is from Fort Delta other: sn: thepineappleincident
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 17:17:02 GMT -5
I could do something animal like for Robbie to play on the fact he is a lone wolf type. Todd is based on Dave Franco's character from Now You See Me so idk how to do that
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 17:18:27 GMT -5
Precisely. So should I make it that she can eat things by pushing it into her torso gap lol Or is it just where her weird tentacles reside for literally no biological benefit
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Post by venus on Aug 17, 2016 17:19:17 GMT -5
finished aidens formmm
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 17:21:35 GMT -5
hmm well you could make him a real life illusionist? with genuine magic? or if you want to make it more dramatic he could mess with people's senses
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 17:22:39 GMT -5
why not BOTH, yeah? she could eat people omfg
yesss Aiden i love her :,,)
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 17:23:24 GMT -5
That sounds cool. I like the idea of illusions thanks dude
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 17:26:49 GMT -5
no problem, man. ur forms look good so far c:
okayyy starter time, kids
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 17:29:32 GMT -5
Thanks I just copied and pasted the stuff I already had. I am just adding clothes and the other stuff I didn't have
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 17:29:59 GMT -5
omg people will ask her how she survived the wasteland. "I shot and stabbed a lot of people" in reality, just shoved em in her body and literally melted and consumed their bodies jfc why did I decide to do thisss
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 17:30:47 GMT -5
wow they been naked? that's crazy. i kid, i do the same thing
CONNIE OML...she's gonna fit right in
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 17, 2016 17:41:29 GMT -5
Oh yeah cause they are technically in their baby forms until I use them lol. I have to go eat but the twins are done for now. I'll work on the other two when I get back.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 17:47:00 GMT -5
name: Constance Falk age: twenty-five years old gender: female description/personality: standing at six foot to, with a pretty wide build and obvious, lean muscle on her, Connie cuts a pretty intimidating picture. Her skin is tanned from spending so much time outside, although still relatively lightens covered in freckles. She has blue eyes and red hair that reaches past her shoulders. She's almost always found wearing a black and red varsity jacket, as well as a dark tan stetson. Connie could generally be described as a kind person, who likes to connect with people on a deeper, emotional level. She's empathetic in the sense that she feels for a person, and therefore must help them resolve their problems. With an intense curiosity and interest in the weird and abnormal, she can often be found caught up in impromptu, impassioned rants about subjects she finds particular interest in. As of recently, living in the wasteland, she's become more guarded and quicker to jump to violence as an answer. Her faceclaim is Sharon Belle. mutations: Here's a fun one. Connie, being a level two mutation, is pretty messed up. However, it's not outright obvious. Her entire torso, from the middle of her sternum down to her navel, appears to have a massive scar, with small, branching scars off of it. Except, then this "scar" opens up. Yeah, splits open, flesh curled up and leaving a gaping hole where tens of black tentacles squirm around inside. Course, she can control those tentacles and extend them outside of her body, use them in fights and whatnot. Also, how convenient, she can shove things inside her tentacle gap and consume the things. origin: Connie hails from fort sierra. other: She be super gay. sn: biography of southern rain
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 18:15:15 GMT -5
aight. in the middle of typing the starter now
ohhhh Connie u terrifying, sweet child
that's fine dude, I'd be honored to have ya here! and right? give me all the weird
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 17, 2016 18:15:20 GMT -5
[ Holy crud this took way to long, I get way to distracted. Hope this is okay, phoooew ]
name: Jaime Lucero-ranke age: 29 gender: Male description/personality: Towering at 6'4", skinny with broad shoulders and a wide chest, and lean muscles coiled underneath his warm brown, sun-kissed and rough. Although one would think him a looming presence, he isn't very threatening with his bad posture and a child-like, mischievous glint in his eyes. His face is long and just as thin as his body, with high cheekbones, a sharp, crooked nose, and pointed chin. He has thick, wispy dark brown hair, shaven on each side, leaving only a long fluffy strip of it, never fixed up into a proper Mohawk. His face carries a thick, ugly, pinkish scar that runs from his forehead, through his thick brown eyebrow and right eye, twisting all the way down to his mouth and chin. The right side of his mouth looks to be eaten away, torn up, thick with scar tissue, revealing some of his crooked, yellowing teeth and gums. His eyes are a piercing, moody green, with darker flecks of green around the slit-like pupils; his eyesight isn't very good, due to mutation. Jaime's attire is tattered dusty blue jeans, with old worn out brown leather boots, a riddled, thin white tank-top and an black old leather pilot jacket, and most of the time, a black and white patterned bandanna tied around his face, to cover his unsettling smile and as much of the scar it can. Jaime, despite the Hell that's been unleashed due to the recent wars, is a very optimistic and humorous fellow. He's always wearing some kind of smile on his lips, even though he hides it underneath the bandanna due to feeling self-conscious over his mutated and damaged face. Jaime is very sensitive about his outward appearance, feeling like he resembles something like a hideous monster, but he knows he isn't alone. He enjoys laughing, which can be contagious despite it sounding loony and off. When it comes to getting annoyed, Jaime has a biting wit and sarcasm that can often lead to most feeling offended. He does have a bad temper that he'd learned to control over time, but it doesn't take much to make him bull-raging mad. Jaime is cautious, and very observant, choosing to be silent when he finds it necessary to be. Sometimes he isn't fully 'there', and has a tendency to zone out, daydream a lot. He's not exactly social, but indeed likes occasional company from time to time. Mutation: Stage 2 mutation; Where human canines should be are two, sharp, knife-like fangs, that at times drip a venomous, possible acid-like transparent greenish-yellow liquid, that has an unbearably sweet smell to it. Under any type of emotional pressure, like fear, anger, a survival mode similar to flight-or-fight, the skin on his arms, neck, chest, and back, painfully break out into sharp, brown-black and pale yellow scales, rough, thick, and dull in color. This can give him some, small protection against attacks, and can keep damage to a minimum, making injuries not as severe. His eyesight already bad, it's helpful that during this does he have a snakes, 'heat-seeking vision', which can be very useful, especially during the nighttime. His jaw also gains the unnatural ability to become very flexible, allowing his mouth to open as wide as he wants, for possibly a more lethal bite. Once the threat is gone, the scales start a molting process, which can be painful considering he'd rather peel it off than let it naturally rub/fall off. origin: His home state was somewhat near Fort Tango, and because of that his once beautiful desert home is now a heaping land of waste and possible radiation danger zone. other: He ruins a lot of bandanna's and clothes because of the annoying glands that produce the deadly poison. The way he pronounces certain letters or words can sound off, due to missing part of his lips/mouth. Jaime isn't a big fan of guns, and steers clear of needing to use them. He absolutely hates the cold, and prefers somewhere hot and dry. He does carry with him a small tattered, dirt-covered pack, with a stolen gas mask inside and a few other colored bandannas, and a rusty old machete on his back. sn: GryffinStar
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 17, 2016 18:24:43 GMT -5
[ boop, starter time! sorry it's a bit long, I have to go shopping lol. crash on ya boi's parade ]
It was raining again. On a normal day, Armise wouldn't mind it, but out in the wasteland the rain gave everything a haunting scent of sulfur and chlorine. Halfway through the woods in his escape towards Fort Kilo, he also found himself quite lost. Being lost + acid rain was a terrible combination, and so Armise hurriedly rushed towards the nearest ruins- an old smoldering blot on the map where a city used to be. The only things still left standing were the metal frameworks of buildings and the debris that draped over them like jungle canopies. It wasn't pretty, but since when was anything this far west even remotely livable? It'd have to do, as everything did.
Ducking his way under a crushed doorway, Armise wiggled his way into one of the buildings, the one that looked the most covered. The rain overhead grew thunderous as he scrambled up to the second floor, trying not to slip on the rain-slick stairs, gripping his rifle to his chest with cold and numb fingers. The sun never reached far in these places, the clouds above never seemed to disappear. It was always cold, and even his draping scarf did little to shield him from the weather. Despite the deplorable conditions he now found himself in, Armise felt rather content in the little crevice he'd shoved his way to, sat between two old office desks, a reasonable distance from the large hole to his right, like a gaping bullethole in the paper-thin hide of the old building.
Sparing a moment for a quick glance around, he sat cross-legged in the crevice, laying his rifle across his lap and reaching into his backpack to pull out a small silver sphere, inlaid with twisting orange veins that glowed softly in the dark and faded lighting. He rolled it around in his palms as it warmed them up, then gripping it in his fingers before staring out into the distance through the hole. It was uncomfortably quiet here, aside from the pounding rain. Was the whole west like this? His mind ached at the thought. Pursing his lips, Armise drew in a deep breath and pressed the back of his head against the wall to watch. Another day.
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