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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 18, 2005 21:56:20 GMT -5
((Crappy title, but I have a permanant brain fart with title creation. Please join! 'Tis wierd, but those roleplays are always fun!)) This is set slightly in the future, in a special government compound. Genetic manipulation is rampant. Cloning is common. There are laws to prevent some creatures from being cloned, the large dangerous extinct beasts, there are laws to prevent deadly genetic experiments; but rules are made to be broken. Now some of the illegal creations have joined the government to prevent more like themselves from being created and to liberate those already made from painful and degrading experiments. .....
My name is Auryon. I am an illegal genetic experiment. I work for the government to save those like me from a tortured and humiliating existance. I am also a Utahraptor. A twenty foot long, fifteen hundred pound intelligent killing machine. At least, that was what I was supposed to be. Instead, I rebelled against my cruel human creator and as a result, I was tortured and drugged in an attempt to break my spirit. I was one of the few lucky ones. I was rescued later by government officials raiding his laboratory. They gave me a choice: Be imprisioned for study or work for them. You can guess what my choice was. I am unlike most other clones since I was also changed genetically. He enhanced my intelligence, making me more human-minded. The muscles of my face were altered as well as my vocal cords so that I may speak. The most noticable changes are my wings. A terrestrial killing machine was not enough for my greedy creator. My bones, claws and teeth have been replaced by a super-strong, super-light metal. Because of that, and the metal fibers running through my muscles, I am very strong. I need to be in order to fly. I am a monster. The humans who rescued me taught me to fight better, to read and write so that I may be truly useful to them in their fight to control genetics.
Auryon stalked the immaculately white halls of her home, a government facility, red-brown, black striped hide looking very out of place. She was heading off to the large gymnasium for her daily combat practice. A polished wood staff dangled from one taloned hand, swinging slowly like her long, stiff tail. Reaching the doors, Auryon shoved them open with her muzzle and marched in. Several others were also practicing, either on punching bags or sparring with each other on large pads. Auryon's own punching bag was easily recognized; it was the one covered in duct tape patches. She set her staff down and began stretching. That was not so necessary for her, but she did it anyway since the humans did. Finishing, she sank into her fighting stance and began striking the bag, fists and feet flying. Her claws were carefully tucked away; she rarely struck with an open fist since accidents did happen.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 18, 2005 21:57:21 GMT -5
((You can join as human, genetic experiment, clone, good or bad. Anything goes!))
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 27, 2006 18:00:44 GMT -5
((Kicks this back up. Preeze joineth somebody?))
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Post by kilisa09 on Mar 28, 2006 18:15:16 GMT -5
((May I join?))
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 28, 2006 22:08:30 GMT -5
((SQUEE! Of course you can join! I dunno why people ask, since I always say yes...))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 28, 2006 23:30:54 GMT -5
"So all of this is understood?" The woman asked, brushing strands of blond hair out of her eyes with perfect red manicured fingernails. She was staring down at a thin figure on the tiled floor. Long, thick curly blood red hair hung down, hiding the figures of the figure that was curled up on the floor. The creature seemed to nod and the woman nodded in approval as well and smiled. "But you must also understand, 7269QC, that you will be trained to sustain your wild urges." The woman continued. The figure looked up and shook the hair out of it's thin, dark red face. "...wild urges? That's...so hard." The creature's voice was that of a young woman, as were the more human of the features. The blonde woman sighed and knelt down, placing her hand ont he creature's head. "You know, for an abomination that uses more than seventy percent of her brain, you always sound so dumb or confused." She said. "Abomination?" The creature suddenly growled and bared pointed, silver teeth. "Is that what everyone thinks I am? I am not some experiment anymore! Those men that...that raided the facility...they said that I wasn't going to be treated like that anymore!" The creature glared at the woman. "I could kill you right now and I'd take in the sweet pleasure of it. Now, what's my name?! I know I've told you before!! What's my name?!" The woman shook her head and stood up, turning and walking towards the door. "7269QC. That's your name." "No it's not! I told you my name! It's Abby! My name is Abby Marie Harmon! Say it!" The creature was pleading now. "Say it, you filthy woman!!" THe woman glared in "Abby's" direction. "Your name is 7269QC. In my belief, since you've lost your humanity, you've lost your right to have the name you had when you were human." "It wasn't my fault!" Abby cried. "It's not like i wanted to go there!" "Did you fight it?" "I was a child!!" "Even children have more sense than you, 7269QC." The woman said then added, "Head towards the gym. We'll be wanting you to make progress." Then she left the bare walled room, with the little rag doll in one corner, the little bed and the tiled floor, and the dark red stained sheets.
Abby, the creature, stood up, averaging at about five feet. She bit the thin black bottom lip, yellowish tears forming in her golden eyes. She was wearing nothing more than a hospital gown, though a blue and black governtmental uniform had been laid out for her on the bed. Something that seemed like a furry black tail trailed some four feet behind her. Her feet were like that of Lion's paws with dark black claws on the ends that clicked on the floor softly to balance her out. Her left hand looked as if it was just black bone, all up until her wrist, then the black bone curled outward, razor sharp to anyone who got in her way. It was moveable but she couldn't grasp much with it. Her right hand was that of a human's though, only the color red and with Lion's claws on the fingertips. Though, from her knees to her face, minus her hands, she looked like a red painted human, teenage girl with strange make-up. Her ears were only slightly different, points streatched out on the edges and her ears almost looked like deadly weapons.
Clearly, Abby was created from a normal human and used many animals, genetic and synthetic hormones as well to create the state that she was to live with. But of course, she would never be considered human. She hadn't since the day of her sixth birthday.
Abby refused to believe that anyone could call her 726...whatever. She was just Abby. Just Abby Marie Harmon. And she would always be Abby Marie Harmon.
She quickly dressed in the custommade uniform that was set out for her and set out for the gym, drying her eyes as she went.
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Post by kilisa09 on Mar 31, 2006 18:49:00 GMT -5
Loki snarled slightly, punching out at his sparring partner. The two were both genetic experiments, though more human-like...Somewhat. Loki's black fur covered his whole body, and his teeth were small fangs. Rounded panther ears were barely visible through his black hair, which framed his bitter face. A tiny ponytail was tied at the nape of his neck. Loki's tail lashed out with pain as his partner's taloned claw-yet-hand connected with his own paw-like one. Very, very deep blue slanted eyes glared at his opponent. Loki wore a white T-shirt, underneath a bandolier of small weapons and a black vest. His blue pants were made of a soft, yet sturdy material and were bound just above his ankle. Slashing out with his claws bared at his opponent, Loki felt scaly skin under them. Shadowclaw grunted slightly with the pain as Loki's claws ripped into his lizard-like skin. A long, whip-like tail snaked around and gripped Loki's footpaw and pulled, sending the panther-boy to the ground.Shadowclaw, like Loki, was also a genetic experiment. Both were from the same lab. Shadowclaw was one of the scientists attempt to create a dragon. Right. As if any human could recreate the mighty dragons! They had infused human DNA with a bird's and a Komodo dragon's, the human for intelligence. But instead, they got Shadowclaw. He had dark green scales, and his eyes were bright yellow, with slitted pupils. His hands were now three-fingered, including the thumbs, and they were sharply taloned. His feet were more of claws, and a somewhat large ridge went down his back. Wings flared from his back.
((More when I can, sorry it stinks so.))
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 3, 2006 12:12:55 GMT -5
Auryon finished with a flourish, then placed her clawed hands together and bowed deeply. Picking up her staff, she began twirling it, faster and faster, passing it from hand to hand and striking fierce blows out at the air. She punctuated each blow with a guttural cry. She did this weapons practice virtually everyday. The missions she was often sent on were very dangerous and she needed to be in top form if she was to complete them successfully. A slight mistake would result in injury, death or even recapture; many scientists would jump at the chance to have someone else's successful experiment to help them further their own. Thankfully, not every mission was to a laboratory where illegal experiments were being done; some were to defuse tense situations between the more... unusual species and humans, to prevent ordinary people from finding out about Earth's stranger indigenous life-forms. Finishing her staff practice, Auryon sat down on the floor and waited for her breathing to return to normal, watching the other fighters.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 3, 2006 15:54:51 GMT -5
Abby stood by the doorway, watching everyone else practice. What to do, what to do...Abby had no experience at fighting since she had only been saved months earlier and had been tested on. She was told she had mutated instincts and had the urge to kill people. So rely on instinct? She wasn't sure. She traveled over to the punching bags and stared at one for a moment before pulling back and swiping at it with her more human fist and sent it flying into the air by the chain for a moment then yelped and dodged it as it came flying back towards her. "Locked in a cage since I was five, it's like I was born yesterday!" She said to herself.
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Post by kilisa09 on Apr 3, 2006 19:06:23 GMT -5
Loki and his friend stopped fighting eachother. Loki sighed and brushed a stray wisp of hair from his face, watching Abby. He snorted. "Someone's a bit behind." he muttered. Shadowclaw nodded, grinning. "Don't blame her. She's probably been isolated for quite some time, if not her whole life." he said, eyes glittering.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 3, 2006 22:13:37 GMT -5
Abby brushed her fiery locks away from her eyes and watched the punching bag for a while as it swayed back and forth. She glanced at two mutants who seemed to be watching her then looked at both her hands. She figured she needed to keep herself balanced since her left hand was heavier than her right. She leaned onto her right side slightly, looking more like a dancing pose as her left foot just barely touched the ground with the claws. She then spun, kicking her left leg up, hitting the punching bag square in the middle. As it came back toward her, her eyes widened but she did not dodge it. Instead she punched it only lightly with her right fist so it would stop then in a strange metal clashing with metal sound her left claws sunk into the punching back and pulled them out slowly as to not rip the bag completely apart. If that was a human...they'd be killed almost instantly. Abby smirked at the bag approvingly and nodded slightly before she kicked at the bag, once again, repeating the moves she had just completed.
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Post by kilisa09 on Apr 4, 2006 23:34:02 GMT -5
"Learns fast." Shadowclaw murmured approvingly. Loki agreed with him. His tail swished as he watched Shadowclaw stalkaway to his own punching bag. That was rare, he mused. His reptilian friend preferred fighting others to fighting a "stupid bean bag that can't tell you if it's dead or not", as Shadowclaw put it. Loki leaned against the wall, sighing. Shdowclaw was a right puzzle.
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Post by raptor-chick on Apr 5, 2006 0:19:36 GMT -5
Auryon gave a little grin and stood up. The little one learned quickly. She was a natural fighter. But then again, most of the illegal experiments were engineered to fight, to go for the throat, to make the kill. They did what they were made to do, but few managed to escape their instincts and become something than a mindless killing machine. Those that lost it were imprisoned or destroyed. A few learned to keep their instincts from driving them to do terrible things, but again, were good for little more than ending lives. Auryon was one of the few that learned to make more of their lives. Fighting was still an important part of her life, but she could do more. She fought because it gave her joy. It gave her a way to channel her destructive side into something useful. Slowly, with that long striding gait of a natural hunter, of one that was used to being the boss, she made her way closer to the newcomer, nodding at Shadowclaw and Loki as she reached them. They were learning well and had not succumbed to their instincts yet. They had little chance of doing so now. "She does learn fast." the Utahraptor mutate murmured. Her voice was harsh and carried a growl in it. To many that had not been around her for a while, it was hard to understand, but most of the beings that lived in the government compound were used to her.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 5, 2006 7:22:08 GMT -5
Can you do anything new? "I don't know...can I?" Abby said to herself. She looked at her left hand, spotted with yellow debree from the inside of the punching bag. She picked it off then thought. She'd have to use her mutated mind. The lady even said that she used 70% of it. She could think of some small moves, right? Her instincts... They weren't much help. She didn't want to give into them. No... Abby just stood their watching the punching bag sway for a long time, unsure of what to do next.
(Short...)
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Post by kilisa09 on Apr 5, 2006 16:48:24 GMT -5
Loki watched Shadowclaw broodingly. They had been friends for a long time, but Shadowclaw seemed angry. The reptilian being was practically mutilating the punchbag. "Lucky he didn't take his anger out on me." Loki muttered. Shadowclaw was a great fighter, though he used his instincts more than they should. Loki was younger than him, you might say that he was being trained by the lizard-like person.
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