((Well, it's been a while since I've done this. Here goes nuthin'...))
Name: Avery Martindale.
Gender: Female.
Species: Phoenix.
Age: Eighteen.
Appearance: All of the feathers on her underside are sky-blue for camouflage when hunting, while all the feathers on her back are a deeper color. She has a wingspan of some eleven feet across, measuring just over five feet from beak to sparkling tail plumage.
Bio: Born in a well-to-do family, Avery grew up as the single child. Her life was planned out for her; she would go through the education system, go to a four-year college, and work under her father to eventually inherit his business, selling books. In a freak accident, back when she was in middle school, her father was assassinated by a group known only as the 451, an anti-literature agency devoted to the destruction of books. Her mother took their savings and quietly moved to the United States, sending Avery to finish her education at a boarding school in Oregon. Her school carefully censored information regarding the planetoid, though several of Avery's schoolmates had smartphones hidden away and access to uncensored Internet. As the rock approached Earth, Avery began thinking about what her life really meant to her, how shallow her friendships were, and whether or not she really belonged at her school. For the first time, she realized that her father's business was no longer her future, and that she could very well not even have one.
The evening before the meteorite hit the earth, Avery witnessed her roommate's suicide. Arriving back from the library too late to save her, Avery cried her to sleep and spent the last few hours before midnight digging a grave for the girl. The faculty rushed around preparing food and panicking mindlessly, barely noticing as Avery dug up the lawn outside their dorm and placed her roommate in the shallow pit. The last pile of dirt fell back in, covering the student, and Avery planted the shovel in the ground next to the grave, wiping her hands free of dirt, just as the planetoid exploded in the sky above her. Realizing that this school held nothing more for her, she returned to her room and packed her bags to leave the school behind her.
The first thing she felt was an itching in her back and a slight tinge of blue in her skin. Sure, the blue could be from the cool night air and the itching might have been that plant that she ran into an our ago, but when her skin started crawling she stopped to take stock of her situation. She hadn't been bothered by the deep fog that she walked into half an hour ago, but now it seemed oppressive. Finding a decent place to set up a camp, she rested for a minute to try to rub at her aching back, but it didn't feel right. Certainly not her slightly-pimpled skin, at least. It felt like it had a slight give when she pushed on it, and though she felt concerned, she settled down for the night and somehow fell asleep.
And in the morning, she was awoken by pain. Too much pressure in her back and all of a sudden it exploded, wrenching a shreak from Avery's throat. Staggering from the loss of blood, she hardly noticed the glistening blue wings before she blacked out.
When she recovered in the midafternoon, she was no longer human. To complement the dull ache- the pain must have been from the wings- she was covered in blue feathers, had clawed feet, and was certainly not humanoid. Her only regret was not being able to listen to her music anymore, but that could certainly be solved eventually. Maybe there were others like her? Taking a flew flaps of her wings to accustom herself to the feeling, she shakily gained air before finding a rhythm and rapidly achieving balance. Flight in check, she glanced down at her few belongings, resolving to remember the clearing, and turned back to the school to check on her classmates.
She arrived to chaos; every single person, student and teacher, was not a person anymore. A motley collection of mythical beings rampaged around the campus to shouts of confusion, panic, and fear. Turning her back on the madness, Avery returned to her camp and resolved to find some free-thinking and logical people like herself. That's exactly what she'd do, yes; find a place where she could belong, for once.
And shakily, she made her way east.
Powers: Commands the element of water (read: can splash things at best), can fly in calm weather.
Weaknesses: Stealth Rock, Frailty, depends on mobility and luck to avoid injury, essentially useless in a fight.
Other: Even after transformation, she retains a slight British accent.
((Body dimensions mirror the scale of the peregrine falcon, so hopefully that works good enough, heh. Thoughts?
Bipedal is the wrong word; I meant humanoid. /facedesk))
((Hm... I've never seen a four-legged bird before, and you may want to buff those powers, a bit. Water-based magic also comes with healing magic. (the only other magic to be capable of healing (at least easily) is Nature, by the way) Usually, creatures have more than one element they can use, or otherwise form weapons out of whatever element... a recent example is Miles' water mace, though, if you remain four-legged (which is weird for a bird) that won't be of much use.))
((I dunno about this one, and sorry to say it, but I'm going to have to pass it to Kabling. He can be a little harsh on apps.))
((LOL, so rusty. I can rework it if you want me to, I'm sure that I could expand on the physical details and might as well work on the elemental portion, too.))
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
Name: Avery Martindale.
Gender: Female.
Species: Phoenix.
Age: Eighteen.
Appearance: All of the feathers on her underside are sky-blue for camouflage when hunting, while all the feathers on her back are a deeper color. She has a wingspan of some eleven feet across, measuring just over five feet from beak to sparkling tail plumage.
Bio: Born in a well-to-do family, Avery grew up as the single child. Her life was planned out for her; she would go through the education system, go to a four-year college, and work under her father to eventually inherit his business, selling books. In a freak accident, back when she was in middle school, her father was assassinated by a group known only as the 451, an anti-literature agency devoted to the destruction of books. Her mother took their savings and quietly moved to the United States, sending Avery to finish her education at a boarding school in Oregon. Her school carefully censored information regarding the planetoid, though several of Avery's schoolmates had smartphones hidden away and access to uncensored Internet. As the rock approached Earth, Avery began thinking about what her life really meant to her, how shallow her friendships were, and whether or not she really belonged at her school. For the first time, she realized that her father's business was no longer her future, and that she could very well not even have one.
The evening before the meteorite hit the earth, Avery witnessed her roommate's suicide. Arriving back from the library too late to save her, Avery cried her to sleep and spent the last few hours before midnight digging a grave for the girl. The faculty rushed around preparing food and panicking mindlessly, barely noticing as Avery dug up the lawn outside their dorm and placed her roommate in the shallow pit. The last pile of dirt fell back in, covering the student, and Avery planted the shovel in the ground next to the grave, wiping her hands free of dirt, just as the planetoid exploded in the sky above her. Realizing that this school held nothing more for her, she returned to her room and packed her bags to leave the school behind her.
The first thing she felt was an itching in her back and a slight tinge of blue in her skin. Sure, the blue could be from the cool night air and the itching might have been that plant that she ran into an our ago, but when her skin started crawling she stopped to take stock of her situation. She hadn't been bothered by the deep fog that she walked into half an hour ago, but now it seemed oppressive. Finding a decent place to set up a camp, she rested for a minute to try to rub at her aching back, but it didn't feel right. Certainly not her slightly-pimpled skin, at least. It felt like it had a slight give when she pushed on it, and though she felt concerned, she settled down for the night and somehow fell asleep.
And in the morning, she was awoken by pain. Too much pressure in her back and all of a sudden it exploded, wrenching a shreak from Avery's throat. Staggering from the loss of blood, she hardly noticed the glistening blue wings before she blacked out.
When she recovered in the midafternoon, she was no longer human. To complement the dull ache- the pain must have been from the wings- she was covered in blue feathers, had clawed feet, and was certainly not humanoid. Her only regret was not being able to listen to her music anymore, but that could certainly be solved eventually. Maybe there were others like her? Taking a flew flaps of her wings to accustom herself to the feeling, she shakily gained air before finding a rhythm and rapidly achieving balance. Flight in check, she glanced down at her few belongings, resolving to remember the clearing, and turned back to the school to check on her classmates.
She arrived to chaos; every single person, student and teacher, was not a person anymore. A motley collection of mythical beings rampaged around the campus to shouts of confusion, panic, and fear. Turning her back on the madness, Avery returned to her camp and resolved to find some free-thinking and logical people like herself. That's exactly what she'd do, yes; find a place where she could belong, for once.
And shakily, she made her way east.
Powers: Commands the element of water (read: can splash things at best), can fly in calm weather.
Weaknesses: Stealth Rock, Frailty, depends on mobility and luck to avoid injury, essentially useless in a fight.
Other: Even after transformation, she retains a slight British accent.
((Body dimensions mirror the scale of the peregrine falcon, so hopefully that works good enough, heh. Thoughts?
Bipedal is the wrong word; I meant humanoid. /facedesk))
((Problems:
Bio: You're gonna need to expand why the censored information on the planetoid. Come on; end of world, look at sky, ask elders and deny "God" as an answer.
Appearance: Seemingly vague.
Denied. Get those fixed and I'll re-read your app.
Technical problems (won't get you denied, but it'll affect your RP experience):
Bio: "451" was really unexpected. I'd only see this around times such as Nazi Germany, possibly Soviet Russia and China too. You may need to expand on that peculiar agency and why they're destroying literature, e.g. for selling their own books, provoking anarchy, etc. The term 'assassination,' typically refers to those that are killed during/after holding important positions of power, such as being the president of the US. Not exactly much of an 'accident' either, if it was done purposely.
Powers: If you're gonna do as much as the move Splash, you're gonna have a tough time, as... well, most of the enemies we've dealt with are heavily-armed with firearms and swords, not mentioning the ones that spam magic attacks at us. Heck, we've had to utilise sneaking elements in parts of the RP - just shows how tough things are getting.))
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Derqvan stepped out of the ship, only to see Miloon going and getting hit by syringes by a group of scientist people. He suddenly rises a stone shield, blocking syringes before they could hit him. Unfortunately for him, he wasnot fast nough and one of the needle hit him right in the arm. He fetl numb a bit at that moment. He attempted to use his nature magic to heal himself from this, hoping it would work. It would be bad that if they were to arrive they would just get beaten down like this. He rises a slightly bigger wall, still feelingthe effect of the needle coursing through him. He had to resist... He had to stay awake.
((there, less tired now. You guys decide if he actually falls asleep or not.))
I ducked just in time to dodge the needles that were heading my way, however, I notice both Milloon and Deravan down and out. Before I could do anything, two of the five scientists leave while carrying the knocked-out bodies of my two allies. I guess it's all up to me, then...I think as I use my fire breath to hopefully damage all of them. It would have worked if they hadn't brought up some sort of psychic shield, too. After that failure, I decide, instead, to rush after my friends, who were being carried away by the other scientists. I end up following the duo through ash-covered lands that seem to have, at one point, been normal. There was a broken building or two on the way to this weird place, and not another living creature to disturb this chase... well, other than the trio of scientists I was now running from. The scientists, as well as myself, finally made it to... some sort of bunker-like building. I don't think they have bunkers in Solsthiem... maybe we're just on Earth, again. I think as I look inside the building through an open door. There were several more of those scientists, as well as creatures in weird robes that had that drawing of a man in a circle who appeared to have several more arms and legs... I think it was originally drawn by that DaVincci guy, but I could have been wrong. Either way, I decided that I needed to hide, and simply dove into the ash, covering myself in the junk, and blending into it... all while trying to not breathe it in.
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<Lugia>: "Find him. The more subjects, the merrier." One if the trio says, the epaulette-bearing one. "Humans must be brought back with as much success as possible. With the Mythological Movement betraying us comes a lack of subjects, so we must consider ourselves lucky. Now go search this area thoroughly, or I'll have you transferred to the Wellington area." He heads back into the bunker, while the duo... they're pretty lazy, instead just walking along the path. Good time to beat them up for interrogation and disguise?
((Well, we went back to Earth, ended up in an ash-covered wasteland, and are now fighitng some weird scientists who want to use us for unknown reasons... Milloon and Deravan have already been knocked out from the syringes. I, however, am hiding from them in the ash, and will probably jump out and attack them as soon as my IC post is done.))
Those idiots passed right over me, probably twice by now, and they also had their backs turned away from me. I didn't waste any time in jumping out of the ash, and slashing one right down the back. The gryphon scientist in question then goes down like a chump. Of course, I could have damaged his spine, which would explain why he went down so quickly, however, I knew I wasn't done. I hid in the ash, again, just before the other scientist, the dragon, turns around to see his injured friend, and asks him "What the heck got you, Peterson?" The gryphon simply responds with "The ash... be wary of the ash..." but, I used this as another opprotunity, and attacked from behind once more, this time aiming to knock out the scientist, this one would be used for information. After successfully knocking him out, I take the other scientist's uniform, or, rather, lab coat, and haul the dragon scientist off to some building back in the only place that could be considered town. I tied him to a chair, and took out Milloon's janitor clothes, which would be used, later. "Now... TALK." I say to him, a bit more than mad at what he did to my friends.
((Kabling, would you mind controlling the scientist in this interrogation?))
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<Lugia>: He just shivers like hell, obviously traumatised. What have you done? "I-I-I... I don't know!" He wails, crying like heck with tears of blood. "I just s-simply joined- because I-I-I... I... held a doctorate in biomedical science! I don't know what t-they're doing! I just graduated like a month ago o-or somethin- don't kill me!" Hastily he continued pleading for his life, revealing information... "I don't know how-ow we ended up in southern Australia! I don't even k-know if this is Australia! It could be Tasmania, Papua New Guinea, or even New Zealand for crying out loud! P-Please- just let me live!" It's a miracle you could piece together his words through his sobbing. However, his geography's off (Papua New Guinea certainly isn't in the south, and Tasmania is a part of Australia) - he's getting desperate. Is it worth destroying a man's mind for the lives of your friends, or can you respect everyone you meet? It's either letting him go or breaking his sanity.
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So... they managed to vacuum me into a large vat. On my right was Deravan in a cage of plexiglass (if it was normal glass... that wouldn't make much sense), on my left was a glass jail with a corpse. Unfortunately, to all of our horror, he was still alive and in pain. "Oh get that one to shut up. He's already a failure; after two weeks nothing much has happened." Seems like we have to get out before we suffer the same fate as that unfortunate man. Wait... man? If I can see carefully, he's lost all of scales and digitgrade legs, but he's still got the head and wings. "You crazy bastards. Where are your morals and ethics? Speak to me, mad doctor-to-mad doctor." After disposing of the thing by cutting his throat and sending it off down the hallway, the epaulette-bearing dragon turned to me. "We believe they're too restrictive. So what if they're questioning what they're doing? That just gives us... more subjects to work on."
"We're bringing humans back. We were perfect species until the unfortunate happened..." I didn't bother to listen to his speech, laughing to myself as he accidentally got himself locked in the glass jail. "This is why we have morals and ethics. Also work laws." As he tried to get out, a white mist was released onto him, making him faint. "Mary Jesus." I muttered to myself. "Shut up, or we'll experiment early on you." A high voice said. If only Richard was here - he'd both scream from everyone being a subject and celebrate how there's no morals, ethics and laws.
((Well lets see... Uhh... hmm... I wonder what I should do... Waskom is hurt still, so hes sorta just sitting back when things like this happen.))
He falls over into the ash, not knowing what to do as he looks for the others, having been hiding. "Where are the others... Gotta find them" He keeps walking, calling out for the others. He looks around, trying to see if he can spot Milloon, or Robert, even Deravan. Soon he notices his arm feels a bit better, his burn seeming to repair itself a little faster then it should. "What the? Hmm... guess I'm not used to my new body... heals fast." He sighs, walking along as he hopes to be spotted.
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Deravan woke up, looking around. Being captured... seriously. He listened to everything that was happening, and looked down. Plexiglass... He had a plan to get out... cause this place probably still had metal tools. He felt the metal around the place... But if they wanted to, they could use that same white mist... Unless himself he could protect from this. But it was too risky... One way though he could help... was to actually free Miloon a bit for when the time was right. He concentrates on his metal magic, aiming to bring out metal from the ground as silently as posible, before creating a tin knife and moving it towards where Miloon's vat was. He then start trying to cut it, while creating a air bubble around himself. If they were to go and use that mist, he would just fake going and fainting... if they are going to then change his cage, then he would move quickly and attack... If only Robert was there... Was best to do without him for now. He continue to try to get Miloon to have a small hole in the bottom where it would not be noticeable. He had a slight wind bubble around his head, but it was not noticeable.
"Miloon, we need to have timing... i'm getting you a hole so you can get out a bit. Only use a small part of yourself maybe to free us or others." he then sends mentally to Miloon.
"Oh... wow, uh, sorry about that. I had no idea." I say to the man, as I untie him from his chair. I then add "I'll let you go as long as you stop working for these crazy guys." I then put on the lab coat, and head out, saying "Oh, and, if you do want to return to that place, don't tell anyone that I'm not one of them." It was bad enough that I had to feign actual scientific knowledge, and possible degrees, but he could have otherwise blabbed about me. Seems like I've gotten a new recruit. Good thing I still have my sanity, else he might have been brutally murdered... at the very least, he doesn't seem like someone who doesn't deserve to die. I think as I head towards the lab, still unsure as to what they're trying to do, however, whatever it was, it couldn't be good if their main method of getting test subjects is ambushing them and knocking them out. It didn't take long, and the man whom I hope wasn't traumatized from all of this seems to have left in a different direction. Kinda sucks that he didn't know anything, but, what else should I have expected from someone who is usually left to guard the door, or something.
It didn't take too long to get back, and for some reason, everyone seems to think that I'm just one of them. "So, have any of you made any progress on the transformations?" I overhear someone ask, with the other responding "Well... we got up to the head. Oh, and, they're still bleeding from where their tail and wings used to be... making humans isn't easy to do... at least, not anymore." Making humans? No... they can't possibly mean... I think as a new 'subject' is put on a table. This one was a yellow and green hydra, who seemed to be awake and pleading for their life... similar to what that dragon was doing in my failed interrogation. They didn't even bother putting the hydra to sleep before taking out a butcher's cleaver, and chopping off the green head, obviously resulting in the death of whomever that head was. They then proceeded to chop off the hydra's wings and tails (he had two to begin with, one green and one yellow.). After that sickening bit of horror, they proceeded to tear off each scale by hand while the hydra roared and shouted in pain, given that he was still awake, it made sense.
Is this...? Good lord that's horrible! I think, feeling some sting from the empathy for that poor hydra who was half-killed from this... no, wait... the screams stopped, and a huge amount of blood could be seen from where his other neck was... that... was, just, ugh. "Great, dead again. I thought this thing would at least live through the de-scaling, given that it's got two heads, and possibly two hearts." I hold back my vomit, and calm myself before walking into the next room, apparently looking more official than an ash-covered, wingless dracoavian should, which was evidenced by them saying "Oh, there you are! Go get the next two subjects. You're going to like watching them suffer and writhe in pain... heck, one of them has three tails, so it should be a good one." I then respond with "Uh... right, now, where is that room? Sorry, I seem to be having some short-term memory problems." I said this with a smile, even though I was fighting back vomit and possibly some swear words, it was apparently enough to convince them to give me directions to the place, as well as a key of some sort.
Let's see... take the first left... down two flights of stairs... third door on the right, and then... one last left. I think as I approach the door. I delay slightly, but then open it... oddly enough, it was unlocked. Once inside, I noticed several vats and cages all holding some sort of creature such as a dragon, dracoavian, slime, and even a couple golems and umbrins... as well as some sort of weird pink, fleshy thing, and, upon closer inspection, several of the creatures appeared to be missing scales, feathers, fur or whatever, as well as some of their animalistic features, such as birdlike feet, or digigrade legs. I looked around, and, noticing nobody around, other than the test subjects, I place my lab coat in my bag for a moment, and then find a spot to vomit from all that I've just seen. After cleaning my snout with Milloon's janitor uniform (which went unused thanks to me deciding against an interrogation), I put the lab coat back on, and take out the oddly-shaped key. There was a console in the back of the room that apparently had a type of key hole. I head there, and insert the key... only for the console to go to some weird screen that displayed a map of the floor that showed which vats/cages were filled, and which were empty. I clicked on one, and clicked 'unlock'... only to have to do that several more times to unlock every cage and open every vat.
After that, I look around to find Deravan, some knife, and Milloon. "Ah, there you are... oh, wait, I don't have to keep this disguise anymore, do I?" I say to them as pandemonium fills the room with every former and future test subject released from whatever prison they were held in. I then notice a drinking fountain nearby, and splash some water on my face, only to come back and say "Guys, unless you couldn't tell, already, it's me, Robert!" of course, I was still trying to be somewhat careful, because there could have been more scientists around who could them put us back in the same position we were just in. Fortunately, it seemed that all of the test subjects were willing to help us as much as they could... unfortunately, some of them didn't seem alive, anymore, thanks to the processes they had to undergo... the thought of which almost made me vomit, again... thankfully, I successfully held it back, and asked "Well? Are you guys ready to blow this place, or what?"
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<Waskom>: Though you find Robert in an abandoned building (because of the commotion)... there's something off about what he's doing.
Before you could check on him, you can see he's already left to a secret bunker.
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Some time before Robert became our knight:
"What?"
Now:
"Gout Himmel! You saved us... have you done this before?" Yeah, I spoiled the mood. I could've sworn I heard Richard's voice as the alarms blared "security alert!" Thankfully, no bloody epileptic red filled the the room this time. "Okay, now you've doomed us all. I propose using meat-shields and blowing a generator."
I certainly didn't expect a golem throwing me at an incoming guard. This time, he was eaten rather than assimilated. "Argh! That's the third [EXPLETIVE]ing time that's happened today!" Precision F-strike, confirmed. I reformed myself as I let go of some bones and partially dissolved clothes.
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Deravan was in relief when he heard that it was Robert. He breath deeply, and then gets out of his cage.
"Thanks... Ya... let's blow this place... I think they will hate me now..." he then says. He then forms a freaken large steel armor.
"They will pay for that... time to freaking kill them all!" he then says, angry about what he heard. He then waits for everyone.
"Everyone, it is time to blow this place up!" he then says. He then hears the alarm.
"Ya... I expected that!" he then says. He then start heading off, forming a iron shield on front of himself.
Plus, my post acts as a buffer to prevent a double-post, which Lugia despises as much as horses.))
Name: Avery Martindale.
Gender: Female.
Species: Phoenix.
Age: Eighteen.
Appearance: All of the feathers on her underside are sky-blue for camouflage when hunting, while all the feathers on her back are a deeper color. She has a wingspan of some eleven feet across, measuring just over five feet from beak to sparkling tail plumage.
Bio: Born in a well-to-do family, Avery grew up as the single child. Her life was planned out for her; she would go through the education system, go to a four-year college, and work under her father to eventually inherit his business, selling books. In a freak accident, back when she was in middle school, her father was assassinated by a group known only as the 451, an anti-literature agency devoted to the destruction of books. Her mother took their savings and quietly moved to the United States, sending Avery to finish her education at a boarding school in Oregon. Her school carefully censored information regarding the planetoid, though several of Avery's schoolmates had smartphones hidden away and access to uncensored Internet. As the rock approached Earth, Avery began thinking about what her life really meant to her, how shallow her friendships were, and whether or not she really belonged at her school. For the first time, she realized that her father's business was no longer her future, and that she could very well not even have one.
The evening before the meteorite hit the earth, Avery witnessed her roommate's suicide. Arriving back from the library too late to save her, Avery cried her to sleep and spent the last few hours before midnight digging a grave for the girl. The faculty rushed around preparing food and panicking mindlessly, barely noticing as Avery dug up the lawn outside their dorm and placed her roommate in the shallow pit. The last pile of dirt fell back in, covering the student, and Avery planted the shovel in the ground next to the grave, wiping her hands free of dirt, just as the planetoid exploded in the sky above her. Realizing that this school held nothing more for her, she returned to her room and packed her bags to leave the school behind her.
The first thing she felt was an itching in her back and a slight tinge of blue in her skin. Sure, the blue could be from the cool night air and the itching might have been that plant that she ran into an our ago, but when her skin started crawling she stopped to take stock of her situation. She hadn't been bothered by the deep fog that she walked into half an hour ago, but now it seemed oppressive. Finding a decent place to set up a camp, she rested for a minute to try to rub at her aching back, but it didn't feel right. Certainly not her slightly-pimpled skin, at least. It felt like it had a slight give when she pushed on it, and though she felt concerned, she settled down for the night and somehow fell asleep.
And in the morning, she was awoken by pain. Too much pressure in her back and all of a sudden it exploded, wrenching a shreak from Avery's throat. Staggering from the loss of blood, she hardly noticed the glistening blue wings before she blacked out.
When she recovered in the midafternoon, she was no longer human. To complement the dull ache- the pain must have been from the wings- she was covered in blue feathers, had clawed feet, and was certainly not humanoid. Her only regret was not being able to listen to her music anymore, but that could certainly be solved eventually. Maybe there were others like her? Taking a flew flaps of her wings to accustom herself to the feeling, she shakily gained air before finding a rhythm and rapidly achieving balance. Flight in check, she glanced down at her few belongings, resolving to remember the clearing, and turned back to the school to check on her classmates.
She arrived to chaos; every single person, student and teacher, was not a person anymore. A motley collection of mythical beings rampaged around the campus to shouts of confusion, panic, and fear. Turning her back on the madness, Avery returned to her camp and resolved to find some free-thinking and logical people like herself. That's exactly what she'd do, yes; find a place where she could belong, for once.
And shakily, she made her way east.
Weaknesses:
Stealth Rock, Frailty, depends on mobility and luck to avoid injury, essentially useless in a fight.Other: Even after transformation, she retains a slight British accent.
((Body dimensions mirror the scale of the peregrine falcon, so hopefully that works good enough, heh. Thoughts?
Bipedal is the wrong word; I meant humanoid. /facedesk))
((I dunno about this one, and sorry to say it, but I'm going to have to pass it to Kabling. He can be a little harsh on apps.))
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Bio: You're gonna need to expand why the censored information on the planetoid. Come on; end of world, look at sky, ask elders and deny "God" as an answer.
Appearance: Seemingly vague.
Denied. Get those fixed and I'll re-read your app.
Technical problems (won't get you denied, but it'll affect your RP experience):
Bio: "451" was really unexpected. I'd only see this around times such as Nazi Germany, possibly Soviet Russia and China too. You may need to expand on that peculiar agency and why they're destroying literature, e.g. for selling their own books, provoking anarchy, etc. The term 'assassination,' typically refers to those that are killed during/after holding important positions of power, such as being the president of the US. Not exactly much of an 'accident' either, if it was done purposely.
Powers: If you're gonna do as much as the move Splash, you're gonna have a tough time, as... well, most of the enemies we've dealt with are heavily-armed with firearms and swords, not mentioning the ones that spam magic attacks at us. Heck, we've had to utilise sneaking elements in parts of the RP - just shows how tough things are getting.))
((there, less tired now. You guys decide if he actually falls asleep or not.))
I ducked just in time to dodge the needles that were heading my way, however, I notice both Milloon and Deravan down and out. Before I could do anything, two of the five scientists leave while carrying the knocked-out bodies of my two allies. I guess it's all up to me, then...I think as I use my fire breath to hopefully damage all of them. It would have worked if they hadn't brought up some sort of psychic shield, too. After that failure, I decide, instead, to rush after my friends, who were being carried away by the other scientists. I end up following the duo through ash-covered lands that seem to have, at one point, been normal. There was a broken building or two on the way to this weird place, and not another living creature to disturb this chase... well, other than the trio of scientists I was now running from. The scientists, as well as myself, finally made it to... some sort of bunker-like building. I don't think they have bunkers in Solsthiem... maybe we're just on Earth, again. I think as I look inside the building through an open door. There were several more of those scientists, as well as creatures in weird robes that had that drawing of a man in a circle who appeared to have several more arms and legs... I think it was originally drawn by that DaVincci guy, but I could have been wrong. Either way, I decided that I needed to hide, and simply dove into the ash, covering myself in the junk, and blending into it... all while trying to not breathe it in.
Those idiots passed right over me, probably twice by now, and they also had their backs turned away from me. I didn't waste any time in jumping out of the ash, and slashing one right down the back. The gryphon scientist in question then goes down like a chump. Of course, I could have damaged his spine, which would explain why he went down so quickly, however, I knew I wasn't done. I hid in the ash, again, just before the other scientist, the dragon, turns around to see his injured friend, and asks him "What the heck got you, Peterson?" The gryphon simply responds with "The ash... be wary of the ash..." but, I used this as another opprotunity, and attacked from behind once more, this time aiming to knock out the scientist, this one would be used for information. After successfully knocking him out, I take the other scientist's uniform, or, rather, lab coat, and haul the dragon scientist off to some building back in the only place that could be considered town. I tied him to a chair, and took out Milloon's janitor clothes, which would be used, later. "Now... TALK." I say to him, a bit more than mad at what he did to my friends.
((Kabling, would you mind controlling the scientist in this interrogation?))
What a (Not so) Wonderful World
So... they managed to vacuum me into a large vat. On my right was Deravan in a cage of plexiglass (if it was normal glass... that wouldn't make much sense), on my left was a glass jail with a corpse. Unfortunately, to all of our horror, he was still alive and in pain. "Oh get that one to shut up. He's already a failure; after two weeks nothing much has happened." Seems like we have to get out before we suffer the same fate as that unfortunate man. Wait... man? If I can see carefully, he's lost all of scales and digitgrade legs, but he's still got the head and wings. "You crazy bastards. Where are your morals and ethics? Speak to me, mad doctor-to-mad doctor." After disposing of the thing by cutting his throat and sending it off down the hallway, the epaulette-bearing dragon turned to me. "We believe they're too restrictive. So what if they're questioning what they're doing? That just gives us... more subjects to work on."
"We're bringing humans back. We were perfect species until the unfortunate happened..." I didn't bother to listen to his speech, laughing to myself as he accidentally got himself locked in the glass jail. "This is why we have morals and ethics. Also work laws." As he tried to get out, a white mist was released onto him, making him faint. "Mary Jesus." I muttered to myself. "Shut up, or we'll experiment early on you." A high voice said. If only Richard was here - he'd both scream from everyone being a subject and celebrate how there's no morals, ethics and laws.
He falls over into the ash, not knowing what to do as he looks for the others, having been hiding. "Where are the others... Gotta find them" He keeps walking, calling out for the others. He looks around, trying to see if he can spot Milloon, or Robert, even Deravan. Soon he notices his arm feels a bit better, his burn seeming to repair itself a little faster then it should. "What the? Hmm... guess I'm not used to my new body... heals fast." He sighs, walking along as he hopes to be spotted.
"Miloon, we need to have timing... i'm getting you a hole so you can get out a bit. Only use a small part of yourself maybe to free us or others." he then sends mentally to Miloon.
"Oh... wow, uh, sorry about that. I had no idea." I say to the man, as I untie him from his chair. I then add "I'll let you go as long as you stop working for these crazy guys." I then put on the lab coat, and head out, saying "Oh, and, if you do want to return to that place, don't tell anyone that I'm not one of them." It was bad enough that I had to feign actual scientific knowledge, and possible degrees, but he could have otherwise blabbed about me. Seems like I've gotten a new recruit. Good thing I still have my sanity, else he might have been brutally murdered... at the very least, he doesn't seem like someone who doesn't deserve to die. I think as I head towards the lab, still unsure as to what they're trying to do, however, whatever it was, it couldn't be good if their main method of getting test subjects is ambushing them and knocking them out. It didn't take long, and the man whom I hope wasn't traumatized from all of this seems to have left in a different direction. Kinda sucks that he didn't know anything, but, what else should I have expected from someone who is usually left to guard the door, or something.
It didn't take too long to get back, and for some reason, everyone seems to think that I'm just one of them. "So, have any of you made any progress on the transformations?" I overhear someone ask, with the other responding "Well... we got up to the head. Oh, and, they're still bleeding from where their tail and wings used to be... making humans isn't easy to do... at least, not anymore." Making humans? No... they can't possibly mean... I think as a new 'subject' is put on a table. This one was a yellow and green hydra, who seemed to be awake and pleading for their life... similar to what that dragon was doing in my failed interrogation. They didn't even bother putting the hydra to sleep before taking out a butcher's cleaver, and chopping off the green head, obviously resulting in the death of whomever that head was. They then proceeded to chop off the hydra's wings and tails (he had two to begin with, one green and one yellow.). After that sickening bit of horror, they proceeded to tear off each scale by hand while the hydra roared and shouted in pain, given that he was still awake, it made sense.
Is this...? Good lord that's horrible! I think, feeling some sting from the empathy for that poor hydra who was half-killed from this... no, wait... the screams stopped, and a huge amount of blood could be seen from where his other neck was... that... was, just, ugh. "Great, dead again. I thought this thing would at least live through the de-scaling, given that it's got two heads, and possibly two hearts." I hold back my vomit, and calm myself before walking into the next room, apparently looking more official than an ash-covered, wingless dracoavian should, which was evidenced by them saying "Oh, there you are! Go get the next two subjects. You're going to like watching them suffer and writhe in pain... heck, one of them has three tails, so it should be a good one." I then respond with "Uh... right, now, where is that room? Sorry, I seem to be having some short-term memory problems." I said this with a smile, even though I was fighting back vomit and possibly some swear words, it was apparently enough to convince them to give me directions to the place, as well as a key of some sort.
Let's see... take the first left... down two flights of stairs... third door on the right, and then... one last left. I think as I approach the door. I delay slightly, but then open it... oddly enough, it was unlocked. Once inside, I noticed several vats and cages all holding some sort of creature such as a dragon, dracoavian, slime, and even a couple golems and umbrins... as well as some sort of weird pink, fleshy thing, and, upon closer inspection, several of the creatures appeared to be missing scales, feathers, fur or whatever, as well as some of their animalistic features, such as birdlike feet, or digigrade legs. I looked around, and, noticing nobody around, other than the test subjects, I place my lab coat in my bag for a moment, and then find a spot to vomit from all that I've just seen. After cleaning my snout with Milloon's janitor uniform (which went unused thanks to me deciding against an interrogation), I put the lab coat back on, and take out the oddly-shaped key. There was a console in the back of the room that apparently had a type of key hole. I head there, and insert the key... only for the console to go to some weird screen that displayed a map of the floor that showed which vats/cages were filled, and which were empty. I clicked on one, and clicked 'unlock'... only to have to do that several more times to unlock every cage and open every vat.
After that, I look around to find Deravan, some knife, and Milloon. "Ah, there you are... oh, wait, I don't have to keep this disguise anymore, do I?" I say to them as pandemonium fills the room with every former and future test subject released from whatever prison they were held in. I then notice a drinking fountain nearby, and splash some water on my face, only to come back and say "Guys, unless you couldn't tell, already, it's me, Robert!" of course, I was still trying to be somewhat careful, because there could have been more scientists around who could them put us back in the same position we were just in. Fortunately, it seemed that all of the test subjects were willing to help us as much as they could... unfortunately, some of them didn't seem alive, anymore, thanks to the processes they had to undergo... the thought of which almost made me vomit, again... thankfully, I successfully held it back, and asked "Well? Are you guys ready to blow this place, or what?"
Before you could check on him, you can see he's already left to a secret bunker.
White Knight/Black Knight
Some time before Robert became our knight:
"What?"
Now:
"Gout Himmel! You saved us... have you done this before?" Yeah, I spoiled the mood. I could've sworn I heard Richard's voice as the alarms blared "security alert!" Thankfully, no bloody epileptic red filled the the room this time. "Okay, now you've doomed us all. I propose using meat-shields and blowing a generator."
I certainly didn't expect a golem throwing me at an incoming guard. This time, he was eaten rather than assimilated. "Argh! That's the third [EXPLETIVE]ing time that's happened today!" Precision F-strike, confirmed. I reformed myself as I let go of some bones and partially dissolved clothes.
"Thanks... Ya... let's blow this place... I think they will hate me now..." he then says. He then forms a freaken large steel armor.
"They will pay for that... time to freaking kill them all!" he then says, angry about what he heard. He then waits for everyone.
"Everyone, it is time to blow this place up!" he then says. He then hears the alarm.
"Ya... I expected that!" he then says. He then start heading off, forming a iron shield on front of himself.