The Children of Gaia -- OPEN

With this claim, I declare this rp open!

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Oswald "Oz/Ozzie" Barton | 24 | Male | Phase Alpha (Venomous/Natural Antivenin) | Boomslang Snake/North American Opossum

-- Oz is incredibly tall, even if he's not the very tallest, hitting 6'4" in height with a lanky, thin build. He's lean, and has muscles due to his conditioning at the Corporation, but no one could make the mistake that he was built or anywhere close to the physically strongest subject. His skin is dark, with small, frequent patches of rough, deep green scales scattered throughout. He keeps his eyes covered, due to his extreme light sensitivity, but when revealed, they're so dark that you can hardly tell the iris from the pupil. Thanks to his possum DNA, his eyes reflect light in the dark. His teeth are incredibly sharp, giving him a vicious smile that occasionally reveals retractable fangs. He can unhinge his jaw to an upwards of 170 degrees, even if he doesn't like to. His hair is actually normal, but it's kept cropped short for the sake of convenience. When he speaks, his tongue is forked, and there's a noted lisp on some of his vowels because of it, but also increases his sense of smell. Oz has a semi-prehensile tail, thanks to his opossum heritage, that he can move with ease. It's essentially become a fifth appendage. 

[Headphone Actor]

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Kyung-mi "Mi" Son | 19 | Female | Phase Beta (Echolocation) | Lowland Streaked Tenrec

-- Compared to the literal behemoths she lives with, Mi is small, delicate, and almost mousy in appearance. She only reaches 5'0" in height, with a much lighter build. Her skin is pale, and dotted with patches of needles that simply regrow if they're broken. These occur primarily on her arms, shoulders, and back, with three rows of sounding spines on her upper back. They're typically black and yellow in color. Due to her tenrec mutation, her nails tend to grow stronger and longer than normal, and she has small whiskers surrounding her nose. Her eyesight isn't very good, despite the wolf upgrades early on, and have to be corrected by glasses. Her hair is black, and while in Gaia it's kept cut short for convenience, so that she -- and the Gaia staff -- don't have to fuss with it too much. 

[Headphone Actor]

Yo, would it be cool if I joined?

I was thinking of making a phase beta character with the second species being a hummingbird if someone hasn't already used it.

Richard Hamasaki | 22 | Male | Alpha (Echolocation/Strength) | Orca Whale / Blue Fin Tuna Fish

-- Richard is a solid 6’3” but broad shouldered and built like an offensive lineman. His bulky frame seems soft at first glance due it’s round form, but anyone who has ever been unfortunate enough to fight him or try and make him move when he does not want to would tell you that he’s scarily strong. Hardened muscle lurks under his blubber. To his consternation he is rather babyfaced, although the roundness in his cheeks just adds to his general vibe of a golden retriever like personality. Since being experimented on his skin has grown ashy and strangely rubbery in texture. In water it becomes slippery, like a dolphin. His black hair tends to hang like a feathery mop in front of his near black eyes. He is capable of echolocation by making a clicking sound, however the sensitivity of his ears cause him to become easily overwhelmed and disorientated in loud places. If he is somewhere noisy too long he begins to get migraines.

                                                                                   [dietmountaindew]

Philomena “Philly” Barnes | 16 | Female | Beta (Endurance) | Horse

-- Philly was much closer to average height and weight before the experimentation but now stands at 5’10” and is very thin. Her arms and legs are long and gangly, cut with lean muscle. She’s a graceful runner, but otherwise does not always know how to handle the growth spurt. Compared to most of the other test subjects the outward physical signs of her spliced DNA are much more subtle. Her eyes are not only bigger than a normal humans but spaced further apart along her face and outward tilting. Philly’s hair is very coarse in texture. It used to be blonde but is now a pale gray. Currently it is very long, skimming the base of her spine. Other than the abnormal eye shape and hair color, Philly appears rather normal. Her nose is ever so slightly crooked from being broken once, but it is not very noticeable. The greatest physical change the experiments spurred were in her cardiovascular system, granting her extreme endurance. The scientists miscalculated however, and Philly also acquired psychological traits from the horse DNA, in particular the fight or flight response. Philly is very skittish and panics easily.

                                                                                   [dietmountaindew]

[ Rebellion 'Bell' Kingsleigh ]
:: Alpha, Jaguar/Short-Eared Bat ::

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Rebellion has long since claimed a nicely sized section of their recreational yard for his personal use. When they're released during the day, 'use' primarily means sprawling as close as he can to a sunbeam and dozing off between the occasional glare when someone gets too close. Truthfully, he's still a mite bitter about the fact that he was forced to reduce it- following a bloody altercation in his youth. Now Rebellion's 'territory' only spans about as long as his body and part of his tail, though he has been known to skulk over to engage in activities the others may be involved in during recreation.
Today he'd only planned on spending more time napping, as Bell jr had been 'called in' for some stupid reason and Rebellion doesn't have anyone to poke fun at. At least he hadn't, until Oz slithered over to Nico. The man doesn't exactly slither, but Bell likes to deem all of his movements suspect. He is proven right- though of course he asserts that he is always right- when Oswald proposes a wager between himself and the unimpressed crocodile splice.

His ears prick, and Bell looks up from where he'd been smushing his cheek into his scarred arm. 'Looking' doesn't exactly reveal more details, but it results in his instinctively shifting his focus from the general sphere around him and outwards. The sable tip of his tail flicks up in a show of interest, expression brightening as he arches in a leonine stretch before rocking to his feet and approaching with relative swiftness. Rebellion naturally moves with careless grace and the soundlessness expected of a predator. Yet his playful ambushes don't exactly take with Oz as his target. It has become a bit of a game where he tries out different ways of ambushing him, and the merging of sound and scent in the rec yard could serve as some form of camouflage.

He circles around to come from the back, going wide so as to avoid peripheral detection. Rebellion's tail sways gently as his focus narrows, shifting to the balls of his padded feet and shortening his breaths. Rebellion kind of wants to let out a preemptively triumphant laugh. Win or lose, its always fun to play with his 'siblings'~ But he'll put his best forward. And then he'll win that week's worth of pudding and hoard it covetously. Or share with Bell, depending on his mood.

Hello! This looks fun! }}

Tessa (Tess) Driscoll | 17 | Male | Phase Beta (Limb Regeneration) | Crown-Of-Thorns Starfish

-- Tessa is an androgynous looking male. He is on the shorter side of the scope, standing at 5”6’, but he is not intimidated by that fact. His hair is a pecan color, brown with a red sheen, and twisted into short dreads that reach just below his ears. He has a square face shape along with a pair of high cheekbones that make him look chiseled. Heterochromia is prevalent in his eyes, as one is blue and the other is blue too, with a swirl of black. His DNA was spliced with a Crown-of-Thorns Starfish, causing dark purple spines to grow out of his warm brown skin, mainly across his face, shoulders and arms. Luckily they are short and lack the poison they were suppose to have, but Tess still has to be careful when touching people not to poke them. He can also regenerate parts of his body. Although this process takes some time and has only been tested on a small scale. Tess has a southern accent and is a triplet, only one of his siblings was brought here with him, Topanga.
[♥.•°Insanity°•.♥]

Topanga (Pang) Driscoll | 17 | Female | Phase Beta (Flight) | Lappet Faced Vulture

-- Topanga is short standing at a stubborn height of 5'4". Her face is square with high cheekbones. Her hair is short, since she lost it all during her mutation. It has recently started to grow back though, allowing for cute baby curls to form on her head. Her eyes, although at one time were brown, are now completely black. Her DNA was spliced with a lappet faced vulture, in hope of getting something that could fly. Her body is covered in white down feathers that reach up to her collarbone. Sometimes Pang plucks them off even if it hurts or causes her to bleed. Thankfully vultures have hardly any feathers on their head. The skin around her neck has become very loose and hangs and bunches, which she finds incredibly hideous and chooses to hide it if she can. Longer than the length of Pang's arms are wings that have brown lackluster primary feathers that she can use to fly, but not very high or for very long, and it takes a large amount of wind. They are also quite awkward and seem to always be in the way. Her toes elongated enough to increase the grip strength of her feet, allowing her to carry things like she can with her hands. Her sense of smell was already heightened from the base gene but with her vulture she has a special affinity for anything dead, dying, rotting, spoiled or infected, Pang will find it. Topanga has a southern accent and is a triplet, only one of her siblings was brought here with her, Tessa.
[♥.•°Insanity°•.♥]

Edit: just tweaking some things

Angelou “Angel” Ruiz

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Angel stared at his reflection in the mirror, tilting his head to the right, then to the left, there wasn’t much he could do, unfortunately, to make the standard issue jumpsuit look appealing, he had already ripped off the sleeves to allow his lightly feathered shoulders the chance to breathe, and of course the back of his jumpsuit was tailored to leave openings for his wings, but beyond that...there just wasn’t much to do with it. He needed a ribbon or something, something with color to make it pop out.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Angel plopped down into a seat, wings spreading out of the way. Life, as it was, was a dreary existence.

As he wallowed in the drama of a style-less outfit, Angel cast his eyes across the rest of the room in an effort to see what the rest of the hybrids in the room were doing. He couldn’t pick up on specific sounds, however in the back of his head he could sort of hear a low buzz which he assumed meant people were talking. That’s when he spotted Oz, Nico, and Richard chatting together.

Angel furrowed his brow, watching them closely, He wasn’t entirely sure what they were about, however any group of his fellow Alphas hovering together could only mean one thing: trouble.

[ Grail Bellamy 'Bell' Fisher ]
[ beta, knifefish ]

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Bellamy's entrance is unobtrusive- partly by design. Even before the near-constant bioelectric field that prevented him from making physical contact with living things, he'd made a concentrated effort to occupy as little space as possible. The blond moves in a way that might suit Rebellion best, attention on the world and space that extends around him. Everything can be reduced to numbers and equations. Time, distance, space, the invisible vectors that affect them all. One careful step after another, though quickly enough that it wouldn't be immediately noticeable that he's measuring each one.
In less fraught instances, this would all be unconscious and hardly register as an 'action'. After 'testing', however, his focus shrinks and he struggles to tread the uneven path of his thoughts. Too much or too little? There are tests that require his full attention, and worse ones that require he be Elsewhere. Safe in the space between his breaths. Finding the phantom beat of his heart.
There is never a true 'safe', but the hum of semi-familiar fields can somewhat ease the tenseness in his shoulders. There is weight when he lifts tired aqua eyes to take in the room visually, tracking the tall honey-brunet with the wariness of prey assessing its surroundings before allowing its guard to drop.

As long as Bellamy manages to be less interesting than the distracted Alphas, he should be free to exist unaccosted. Next, he seeks out a more welcome figure. He isn't certain how she views them, exactly, but Bellamy has found a kinship in the hooved Alpha when they'd shared a few choice insults for Rebellion.
His stride is a bit less stilted, though he's always been unsure how to approach others or segue into a casual conversation. Forced isolation has definitely worsened whatever aptitude he may have had. It's fortunate that Hannah has already made her thoughts known, as she has no shame in doing.

"I'd wager the common room has plants to make up for all of the oxygen they waste," He opines, tone light as he perches on a chair nearby. Hannah's location is perfectly centered for being a spectator though it's unclear whether this is by design.

The corner of his mouth tips up. Hannah may not have fangs but she has a sharp tongue and wields it well; Bellamy likes to hear her droll take on things. Truthfully, he thinks it's an amusing attitude for a goat/hare to have. Although Rebellion had seized upon him due to their shared connection to Hawke, Bellamy likes the change of pace that Hannah offers. He's somewhat estranged from the other betas and was surprised when she indicated that she could tolerate him. The two were united by their shared disdain for the more colorful characters amongst their cast.

Angelou “Angel” Ruiz

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Angel’s eyes quickly flickered across the room as Archie approached, spotting his fellow bird hybrid as soon as he had moved towards him. Say what you will about him, but at least his eyesight was good. He watched as the hummingbird boy came neared and sat down beside him, saying...something that Angel honestly couldn’t pick out. He furrowed his brow, attempting to read Archie’s lips.

...However, he was pretty sure Archie didn’t say “Glue chatting the chew new” since that made absolutely no sense.

Ah, reading lips had never really been his speciality anyways. It was kind of hard to learn to read them when he had never really learned what words were pronounced like verbally.

He kept his eyes on Archie, trying to figure out how to break the language barrier between them. Eventually he just shrugged in response to whatever it was Archie had said and signed “hello” at him, since that was a pretty easy one, and one of the first signs Angel usually taught people when they wanted to learn.