Small, semi-advanced group rp -- Power-based -- Open!

(( Ah okay, that's fine ))

Why would an English speaking lab name something in japanese tho

smart people don't just speak one language. one would know Japanese.

Three - Illusion
Three stands at a height of 5"6, her features sharp and defined. Her eyes are one of the most defining features of her face, the thick lashes that encase them not helping to tone down the vibrant color at all. The soft blue color of her iris mixed in with the golden tint around the pupil just makes it impossible to not stare. When caught in her gaze, she's often the one who has to look away first seeing as how the other cannot look away. Her hair frames her face in gentle waves, the ebony color cascading down her back similar to a waterfall. She tends to run a hand through it whenever she's feeling anxious or if something upsets her. A small freckle is seen to the left of her soft pink lips, which is typically seen in a smirk or a frown of distaste. Three prefers to wear outfits that look as if they were found on one of those random online shops that come out of nowhere. One can easily describe her clothing choices as "odd." Illusion is often guarded and wary when it comes to the scientists; she speaks to them when she is told. Her responses tend to lean on the bitter side and are often laced with sarcasm, causing her to be punished. At the age of eighteen, she stands as one of the older experiments and tries her best to guide the younger ones away from angering the scientists despite doing it herself. She prefers to have herself punished than the younger ones and claims her body can handle the anguish. It isn't difficult to get her upset, and she usually has to stalk off and cool herself down before her ability is unleashed. Whenever she is around another member of the experiments, she has a childish aura around her that seems almost playful. She puts up a facade whenever one of her punishments brings her more pain than she can handle. She hides it with a grin and a sarcastic remark to change the conversation topic. Three hides her soft, gentle demeanor around the scientists with a cynical and cold attitude. Her ability has made her awkward with skin to skin contact and she often flinches when someone touches her on accident or when she isn't paying much attention.

Three's ability deals with illusions, which are more commonly called nightmares by the scientists. Upon touching someone's bare skin with her own, she gets a small glimpse of their worst fear. It plays in her head as if she was recalling a memory and it occurs in a blink of an eye. A downside of this is that she has to live through the fear before she can bring it to life. Therefore, the continuous punishments she gets from the scientists are scenarios that deal with a single fear. If Three hasn't caused a commotion or given any attitude, she is still brought to the room where her punishments are held. It is preferred for her to learn one fear a week. Remembering all these fears causes her to have a difficulty sleeping and is often given medically induced rest.
Of course her illusions are not real, but they are so strikingly lifelike that if someone was caught by surprise it would be difficult to discern reality from fantasy. Illusion is beginning to be able to choose whether or not she wishes to see someone's fear, but her full concentration is needed and her energy is drained completely. Since her ability relies on touch, scientists have to completely cover all of their bare skin in order to be in the same room with her. One scientist got careless and was overcome by her nightmare, not returning to the facility. She was punished for that, but it put her in a good mood.

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Four - Venom
At the young age of eighteen, Four's height is greater than those of the elder scientists. He stands at a staggering 6"5 and his attitude just adds on to his appearance. Speaking of appearances, Venom's is one of a "don't touch me" look and makes people wary whenever they are around him. His hair is silky to the touch and his bangs hang loosely over the right portion of his face. He prefers to part his hair this way, thus leaving the left side shorter than the other. It hangs down to about a small bit past his collarbone, not having it cut since he was sixteen. His eyes are a striking blue, contrasting against the dark color of his hair. There is some green around the pupil and his eyes seem to interchange between colors in different lighting. His body is toned and muscular due to the training he continuously undergoes. His outfits tend to be careless; he doesn't mind what he wears. As long as he looks fine, why bother? Four has an arrogant aura, well-known for doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. And if that involves mayhem or mischief, then that's even better. This causes him to be the blame for mysterious occurrences in the facility, even though it may not be his fault and just a malfunction in the system. His face is often portrayed in a lazy grin, almost as if he knows something no one else does. He often pretends to be listening to a conversation when in reality, he's just not listening in general. In private, his tone is carefree and gentle with the other experimental children, unlike the steely one he takes whenever he is around the scientists. Deep down, he has the desire to take his revenge on the people who had hurt his companions and himself. Someday, he believes his dream will become reality. His stubborn streak is brought out quite often, and there is no room for any arguments, unless one desires to face his temper. He gets upset quite easily, even over the simplest of things. An issue with Venom is that he lets his emotions get the best of him, and it's just best to let him cool down and realize his mistakes so he can apologize (meekly, of course).

Four's ability deals with poisons and toxins, his body a warehouse for deadly chemicals. Each poison that is contained in his body was once injected within him, causing him to go through the numerous, painful side-effects caused from every single one. He continues to be injected once a month with a new concoction, leaving him feeble and exhausted for about a week. Poisonous gas and poisonous liquids can be secreted from his body whenever he feels a strong emotion or when he decides to do it for his own amusement. Seeing the scientists putter around the facility frantically whenever a detection alarm starts to blare is one of his favorite past-times. Skin to skin contact has been a problem for him because at one point, he couldn't control it and would destroy everything he touched. It's way better now, but there are times when his mental state weakens and the toxins are no longer under his complete control. Since he can infuse his poisons into mundane objects and people, the scientists have to wear a special body suit to protect themselves from any harm Four could give them. And knowing him, he would take his chance whenever he could.

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{{ ahhh, what? }}

(( They look good, Viti! c: I think we can go ahead and start roleplaying, since we're only missing one character. If nobody else joins, I can just go ahead and make that last character. I'll add your characters real quick, then type up a starter post. It's probably gonna be pretty crappy because I'm really rusty lol, but I'll do my best for you guys ))

{{ yeeeeet I'm excited c: }}

The screech of the 6AM wake-up alarm blared inches away from Siren's ear, causing her eyes to slide open blearily. These alarms went off at the same time everyday; failure to comply to its demands would result in some type of punishment. Sighing, the girl sat up, like she did every morning, and looked around her shabbily-decorated room. Although the scientists were fine with supplying clothing to their experiments, furnishings were a different story. All the experiments were given the same set of simple furniture, though they might have been placed in different layouts.

Snapping out of her reverie, Siren stood clumsily, wobbling in a sleepy haze over to her closet. She dressed quickly -- putting on a simple outfit of a sweater, jeans, and sneakers -- before making her way down the white, sterile-looking hallway to the mess hall. As she walked, she tugged her hair into a tight ponytail, the elastic producing a satisfying snap as she finished tying up her hair.

Upon entering the mess hall, she barely noticed that it was the same as it was every morning: large plates of steaming hot food were set out on the central table, with an assortment of drinks to choose from, but no servants or scientists to be seen. Unless the kids were being directly experimented on, the scientists chose to remain scarce.

Siren sat down heavily at the large table, taking her hologram projector out of her sweater pocket and placing it on the surface before her. Turning it on, she pulled the special pen out of its compartment on the side, then wrote a message in the air. It read, "Good morning!" in blue, wavering text, with a small smiley face drawn below it. Satisfied with the message for her closest (and only) friends, Siren began to tuck into her breakfast, eager to get on with the day. Today, like every Saturday, was a free day -- instead of their strict regimen of training and experimentation, the children were allowed to have free time. Siren was looking forward to hanging out with her friends like a normal teenager, instead of sparring with them in the training room. In her opinion, small talk was a better way to bond than throwing punches at each other.

Nine -- Kite

Description -- Being second to last on the tier of power, Kite is rather underwhelming. He's a bit short for eighteen, standing at about 5'6", with a slender and lean body that is surprisingly lightweight. Kite has rather pointed and drawn facial features, with almond-shaped hazel eyes and sharp eyebrows that are dark and expressive, his mouth always pulled in some kind of smirk. His skin is lightly tan, and his short wind-swept hair is a rather unusual color- dark blue, save for the roots especially by his neck that are a creamy white color. This odd hair color matches the wings that spread from his back, wings of a swallow with dark blue for the top feathers and the same creamy white for the underparts. A forked bird's tail also sticks out right about his pants, and is quite long. His wingspan isn't that large, but big enough to lift his small frame. As a person, Kite is kind of a jerk. Generally, he's sarcastic in the not-so-nice way, and does it unapologetically. Everything he does is in his own self-interest, and he panders to whatever situation he's in or whoever he's interacting with much like an actor, and it's kind of unsettling. It's difficult to pin down which personality traits are truly his, or something he's fronting just to get his way. Clever and coy, he can be a bit smug, and tends to show off a little bit when he gets to chance. He's very sociable, but for all the wrong reasons. Because of this, he isn't very trustworthy and doesn't consider many people his friend, but that's mostly his own doing. Kite is the type of person to pop up at the worst possible moment and make everything bad, which he enjoys. Deep down, he's very restrained and careful, but it's not worth the digging to get to any good part of him, really.

Power -- Being part bird, Kite has a lot of bird things. They're not spectacular bird things, but they work. The most notable and obvious of these are his wings, which enable him to fly. Although, Kite is not a bird of prey, and cannot fly for much longer than 30 minutes to an hour, unless he took up some rigorous training. His body is lightweight because of some hollow bones, and although they are rather strong he can be a bit fragile with more impact than most people. His muscles are quite strong though, and his legs are particularly toned which makes him agile. His senses are slightly heightened, but not much, mostly to aid flight and are generally related to sight as well. His circulatory and respiratory systems have a high metabolic rate and oxygen supply to aid flight and allow him to reach heights not sustainable by most humans.

Screen name -- The Blue Adept

[ finally doneee ahh i hope this is alright! ]

{{ I'll post a response soon!! ^^; }}

Siren let out a small chuckle upon seeing Akane daintily go back to sleep on the table. It wasn't surprising to her -- this was practically another day-to-day routine that just came alone with their 6AM wake-ups. The aroma of bacon wafted past her and she breathed in heavily, turning in to take a few strips off of one of the serving plates in the middle of the hard-top table. Snacking on one, she wrote on her hologram projector, "you should eat" and tapped Akane on the shoulder to get her attention. Although the experiments were fed well with a plethora of nutritious meals, they didn't have access to any kind of snacks between their meals. Skipping one would be a major mistake, as you wouldn't be fed for at least another 6 hours.
Siren took a big bite of the experiments' required "vitamin bars", cringed at its familiar, awful taste, then took a large sip of her fruit juice to cleanse her taste buds. It tasted like a mixture of chalk and cardboard, but also as if someone had attempted to add a sweet flavor to it, failed miserably, then completely given up on it. Siren remembered that the first time she had been required to eat one (once she had grown the teeth to do so) she had nearly thrown up at its disgusting flavor. Now, many years later, she had gotten used to its pungency and merely washed it down with a drink.

6 am, another awakening. Omen groaned as she stretched, anticipating the painful noise. Thank goodness her power kept her from actually waking up to that god-awful noise. At least a minute before the alarm went off, every morning, she was awake to bask in the few moments of peace. Then it was time to start the day. And Omen, well, she was a morning person. An annoying one, at that. Slapping on her usual, lopsided grin, the girl strode down the hall to the cafeteria. Clad in an oversized sweatshirt- it was adorned with pastel pineapples -a fedora, some jeans, and boots, she was the perfect image of someone who was prepared to cuddle into some corner and read a book all day. Maybe go outside and take a walk in the brisk air of autumn. If they could leave, that was.

Instead, she was stuck making the most of inside. "Hey, hey there," Omen greeted those at the table, grabbing a handful of bacon for herself as she sat. She kicked her feet up on to the table. Raising her brow, the girl glanced towards Siren, taking a moment to check through her emotions. It was a habit at this point, if only to make sure Number One hadn't finally gone off the deep end. She had always wondered what kind of hidden anxieties went along with being the lab's most prized possession. "What's kickin'. What's the plan today? How is everyone?"

i see the am and I'm like channeling Christina Perri's The Lonely. its also like 2:30am where i am lol]

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