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Cloning RP!I
Cloning RP!
I know there are a ton of RPs at the moment, but this is such a great idea and I get the feeling that the Inkwell isn't going to become uncrowded anytime soon. So...
The basic idea is this. Our charries are outlaws because they're strange. Birth problems. It could be anything: Snake hair like Medusa, seven heads like Scylla (I'm not sure if that's how you spell it but still), or maybe an animal-human hybrid. Youjust have to have some sort of strange mutation that, when used correctly, makes your charrie powerful in some way.
All of these charries are running away from scientists. They're a private organization that figured out how to clone quickly and easily while keeping the original alive. This organization wants to track down all of our mutated charries and clone them to make an army of mutated people that will take over the world and yada, yada, yada. That old deal.
This is completely fantastical. Please don't make your charries super OP, but let your mind wander! Do anything your heart desires! Make tragic backstories! Have them been captured once before! Give your charrie five legs and three arms! I don't care! Make it cool!
So, you know the drill. The charries are all in hiding, they meet up somehow, they get in a lot of close shaves, they eventually destroy the organization. Classic stories, but fun to do.
One charrie each, please. And let's not have two hybrid owls, either. Try to make sure each charrie has unique powers, mutations, and powerful objects. Thanks!
The charrie sheet!
Name:
Age: Any age, as long as the charries are literate and can think for themselves
Appearance: Get creative!
Personality:
Backstory:
Powers if any:
Powerful objects if any: E.X. a headband that makes you fly.
Companions if any: Animal compainions, I mean.
Weapons if any:
Other:
My charrie!
Name: Hestia Fallwhite
Age: Unknown, but not older than 14 and no younger than 11.
Appearance: The key highlight: Mad-eye Moody eyeball! For you non-potterheads, it means a gigantic blue eyeball that pretty much has a life of its own. It swivels around every which way and has x-ray vision. She covers this with a blue eyepatch (that she can see through). She has long, straight black hair held back by a red headband, and her normal eye is (also) blue. She runs around barefoot and wears a black short skort (skirt with shorts attatched) and a black T-Shirt. She has a belt in which her weapons are stored.
Personality: Untrusting and silent. She doesn't talk much, and is very, very serious. She's an experienced warrior, and knows exactly what to do and when to do it, at least most of the time. She rarely laughs.
Backstory: Her eye is, surprisingly, natural. Her mother originally had the eye, not naturally, and it was just kind of "passed on". 's mother raised her as long as she could, but eventually the scientists found her and brought her away. never met her father. Instead, two elderly owls found her and took her in. At least, until recently, when a fox raided the nest and killed her foster parents. Her mother, meanwhile, was accidentally killed as she struggled. (They can't clone unless the person is alive.)
Powers if any: X-Ray vision, obviously, and she can speak to owls. Also, her skin can change color. (This doesn't do much, though, seeing as her clothes can't.) She's also a little faster, a ittle more agile, and a little stronger than the average human. Only a little though.
Powerful objects if any: An anklet. She's had it since birth. It protects her from minor injuries and she heals quickly. Also, temperature doesn't affect her. However, if she looses the anklet, she becomes seriously ill and very weak, and even the smallest change of climate affects her terribly.
Companions if any: On her travels, she met a baby owl. She deemed it Kendall, after her mother, and it follows her around. It has flight feathers but can't fly for a long time or long distances and usually rides on Hestia's shoulder.
Weapons if any: A sword, but she also can fight/throw with knives.
Other: I think I covered most of it....
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(September 6, 2015 - 2:08 pm)
(September 6, 2015 - 2:08 pm)
As she pelted down the street, Asana felt distinctly bad.
It wasn't that girl's fault she was a mutant, that's what she was, too.
Asana ran back and the bat-girl snarled. "Go away!" she hissed.
I folded my arms. "Well, Ms. Night Owl, if you'd been more observant, you would've noticed that I have gills."
The girl's wicked smirk faltered as she noticed the bloodless slits on the sides of my neck.
"So if you want a place to stay, follow me. If not, stay out here. I can help you make repairs if you want."
(September 11, 2015 - 8:06 am)
Azelé~
The rain dribbles down around me, soft and damp. Rain. Necessary, I know, but It is very annoying, I can still make fire in the rain- but it takes much more effort. I hold my hand up and gently open the river of fire power to my hand. It shoots up in flames, then sputters down as a raindrop hits it. I concentrate on heat, on huge, blossoming flames, and the fire shoots up again. Then I concentrate on warmth, so much warmth that it turns all of the rain to steam. Droplets fizzle up in steam, but so does my fire. The fire, cowed and annoyed, slithers back without any complaint.
Kevu's still eatting, carefully cracking one of the bones and nibbling away the rich white marrow. She gnaws away the marrow, then cracks the bone in her small, tough little jaws. She laps at the bloodstains on the ground, then gnaws away at the flesh stuck to the skin. Finally done, she flitters up to me and plops down on my shoulder.
(September 11, 2015 - 9:19 am)
Our charries can start meeting up now, guys!
Hestia~
I'm woken up none too gently by Kendall as he pecks me sharply on the ear.
"Hey! Quit it!" I hoot at him, sitting up. "What's the matter?"
"There's a scary," said Kendall. "Many scaries. One with a circle that she uses as a weapon. Another with bug parts. I don't wanna sleep alone."
"Oh come on, you big sissy," I sigh. "Come on, we'll go and check it out." Kendall's "scaries" are usually shadows or branches.
Still, a circle as a weapon and something with bug parts? Kendall may be a scardy-cat, and sees things in the dark, but his imagination is very limited. This isn't Kendall's style.
"All right, Kendall. Stay here."
I close my normal eye and let my x-ray one roam all around. There are a few blots of blood, and singed places- something dangerous passed by. Close. Then I see one of Kendall's "scaries".
He's right, she is part bug, with insect mandables and legs. I stumble backwards and open my other eye.
There's only one thing to take from this.
There are other fugitives wandering this forest tonight.
(September 11, 2015 - 3:14 pm)
Nightingale~
"l don't need a place to stay," l growl. "l can take care of myself, thank you very much." The girl just looks at me with those strange green eyes.
Ha, l don't sleep, anyways.
l pick the motorcycle up from the mud and drag it to the edge of the forest. Getting past the first few trees, l halt and close my eyes so my useless and blurry sight wouldn't interfer with with my senses. It's dark, so l don't need them anyway.
l swivel my ears, catching the whispers of the night forest. Thar girl is still behind me. l can hear her pancing the pavement. There's so many sounds, that l have to zero in on one to indentitfy.
A person. l can hear their footsteps brush though the leaves. And another person, but diffrent. Their footsteps seem to hop and dance on the ground. An owl, perched on the shoulder of the first person. l think it can hear me, because owls have ears as good as bat's.
The hiss of metal leaving a sheath. The second person jumps back. "l-l-"
"Who are you?"
l creep closer though the trees to hear these two people. And make the mistake of opening my eyes. The two girls, one of them with a knife in hand, jump around as my green glowing eyes light up the clearing.
l jump back and close them, l don't think that l knew that l'm here. l cock my ears and listen.
(September 11, 2015 - 9:41 pm)
Azelé~
The rain has let up considerably. I lean back against the tree and let my mind wander. My mind rushes back to my childhood almost immediately.
It was a long while ago, back when I was still a hatchling, that I discovered I had powers. According to human years I was four, I believe. I was a grubby little thing, with wispy orangeish gold hair, sparrow brown limbs, and a rough cloak Dåsiiek found for me. Nokyskii had been out hunting some deer. Dåsiiek was over in the Doljoon, looking over her clutch of four eggs. I was sitting out in the brush outside our cave, stubbornly trying to breath fire. Dåsiiek reassured me that it would come at five, no sooner, but I was certain I could breath fire if I just tried. I open my mouth and coughed, strained stomach muscles and pushes, but nothing came out. I blew out a small breath of air, coughed and tensed. Nothing was working, and it was growing cold in the little patch of tall grass where I was nestled. I rubbed my dirty feet together, shivering, and considered going in, when suddenly the grass around me burst up in flames. Surprised and delighted, I raced back inside to tell Dåsiiek. Dåsiiek expressed her pleasure through a soft grumbling growl. I made the sound back to her. "Nrrj kkivsk yoy sahh nerv," she said. (A rough translation would be, show me.) "Knrf lurv nor," I answered. I shivered and rubbed my feet together, but nothing burst in fire. "Ov" I cried. She gave a soft snort of smoke.
I smiled slightly, remembering. Dåsiiek had been kind, and Nokyskii had been brave and kingly, he always knew what to do. I gathered some dirt in my palm, slowly sifting it from one palm to another. I light my hand on fire, and toss burning dirt everywhere, like tiny fireworks.
"Nev," Kevu growls.
Nev. One of the few words I managed to teach Kevu. Nev. Human. I get up, grabbing my bow and arrow. My ears cocked, I listen carefully for footsteps. I hear bouncing footsteps, leaves crunching. A soft rush of wings. On light feet, I sneak out to where I know I am near. There's a soft clicking nosise, and the lights brush of something against my face. They're near. Very near. I draw my dagger. I light a leaf a couple of feet from me on fire, in such a way that I am in the shadow and whoever it is around me cant see me.
I have to stifle a gasp. In the soft light of the moon and the burning leaf, I see a huge bat-winged girl, a simple Nev, a Nev with insect bits, and a Nev with an owl on her shoulder.
(September 12, 2015 - 10:20 am)
Hestia~
Oh, no. This is not good. This is not good.
"Umm, Hestia?" asks Kendall. "...What do we do?"
"...We stay and fight."
The "people" surrounding me don't seem to be that surprised that I spoke owl. They are strange things, after all. I must look bizarre to them, a perfectly normal human. Except my skin can change color. But they don't know that, of course. It's a completely usless attribute, and I never use it.
"If you are meaning to harm me," I say, surprised at how easy the English words slip out of my mouth, "Then be ready to understand that this is impossible. If you have met me by accident, leave now and inform no one of my presence. Do you understand me?"
As I wait for their answer, I examine all around me. Not only are there the half-bat, normal-looking person, half-insect, and me, but there are also two people hiding in the shadows: a normal-looking person with different-colored hair, and a bat-human hybrid.
They think they are unseen.
I'll let them think that.
But if they make any move to harm me, they will learn that no one can hide from Hestia Fallwhite.
(September 12, 2015 - 8:13 pm)
Pen~
Riding the bus, I hear the soft murmuring of others talk. They're lucky. They talk. I can't. They don't know what's to happen next. The boy in front of me, he's going to found some sort of tech company and he doesn't even know it yet.
I get off the bus, sliding my hand into my pocket. It's cold. On my left, it's a few lone houses. To my right, a vast forest. Smirking, I make my way into the forest. It's pretty much the only place I can get peace and quiet.
Suddenly I hear voices. I didn't predict this.... Climbing on the nearest tree, I inspect the situation.
Its a bunch of humans... But different. They were test subjects, I realize. Like me.
(September 12, 2015 - 12:48 pm)
Asana walked into the woods after the bat-girl. If she wanted Asana to go away, she'd have to prove she didn't feel bad.
"Mrew?" Frosty ran up to her. "Hey," I whispered, smiling.
I came up near Nightingale. She glared. I ignored her and watched the insect girl.
(September 12, 2015 - 2:09 pm)
Nightingale~
l duck into the shadows and glare at that girl. Then look at the clearing.
No. Not so many people. Fear wells up inside me. Panic. People never mean good. And without thinking, l open my mouth, feeling my lungs with air, letting my thorat adjust. Then let it go.
l scream. The might of ultrasonic sound rushes through the forest. Branches snap. Darkwing and the owl take off. The other people clamp their hands over their ears, and fall to their knees, unable to move.
My throat, my head are starting to hurt and l've only been at it for a few seconds. And a few more later, l stop. And collapse in the dirt. l perk my ears. One of the girls, the one with the eyepatch, is running over to where l am. She is holding a knife. l don't even try to move.
My leather coat has slipped off, to show my ugly bat wings, melded all along the underside of my wrist to my shoulder and down my side.
"Kill me," l tell her, narrowing my glowing to to slits. "Do it." She hestitaes for a moment. l use that to launch myself onto her and throw both of us to the ground.
l let my claws slide from behind my knuckles and into her skin, pinning her arms to the ground. "Or l'll have to kill you," l say with some difficulty, as my teeth are always getting in the way of my tongue.
Our eyes meet, mine huge, green, glowing, one of hers is blue and the other covered with a blue eyepatch.
So different, l think for a second.
(September 12, 2015 - 9:40 pm)
Mistake. Her eyes are red and glowing.
(September 13, 2015 - 9:10 am)
Hestia~
This girl just made a mistake.
"They brainwashed you, didn't they?" I muttered, trying to ignore the pain coming from my arm. "They mutated you, used you, and made you think they were good. They made you think that turning you into a non-human, a creature, an animal would be good. That cloning innocent people is good. I'm here to tell you it's not."
Kendall knows what to do. I've told him many times how to do it. Yes, there he is, right on cue: he swoops down and scratches the bat-person's hand. With a shriek, she releases me.
I draw my sword with my left hand- it's non-dominant, but I can fight with it, because I've trained with it. Many times.
"I'm not afraid to fight," I continue. "I fought them before... and I won. I refuse to kill you, however. So, leave. Now. Or I will fight you, I will defeat you, and you will be very, very sorry you ever got in my way."
(September 13, 2015 - 3:17 pm)
Nightingale~
"l wasn't brainwashed," l hiss, picking myself from the mud. Blood coats my hands; whether it's from my ripped wings, or her arms, l don't know.
It's awkward to move my arms, because of the bleeding wings attached to them. l think one of the my leg bones is broken.
"l don't care if they clone people, or whatever they do, l want revenge, girl. l don't care about you. Go your way. l will go for revenge, l will make them pay for what they did to me. But l for one," l lean closer and glare at her, "do not like to be ordered around. l'm not leaving." l take a step back then stumble, falling on my broken leg. l grit my teeth and get back up. Blood starts to run down my leg, but l stand soildly facing the girl, covered in dirt and blood.
There is a moment of silence. The red of my eyes dimly outlines blurry objects. "Defeat me girl. l've faced worst in this world, even near death. Do it."
Then the girl rasies her sword.
(September 13, 2015 - 6:15 pm)
Sorry I have not typed much!
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I am terrified. I stand in the circle of these.. humans? I still am clutching my bagel from brekfast. I watch terrified as a girl with an eyepatch attacks a girl with bat wings. As I stare, someone knocks into me. I instictivly whip out my knife and spin around, and slash. The girl stumbles away from me, cluching her cheek. "What is wrong with you?!" she shouts at me. I don't respond, just stare. Then the girl with the eyepatch is in front of me. "Drop your knife," she growls. I refuse, my hand firm. Then she swings her arm at me, her elbow making contact with my jaw. A sickening crunch. I fall. My eyes are closed, but I can hear the noises of fighting. I can hear someone by me. I leap up, using a spring kick to shoot up. I land standing up, and Trixie is with me. I am glaring at the girl I cut. She backs up, her hands up. "Sorry, sorry!" she says, raising an eyebrow. I straighten up. The fight is over, but everyone still stands, glaring at one another. I still don't drop my knife.
(September 13, 2015 - 3:08 pm)
MARI
I have a dream about a bat girls and a bunch of other pepole like me I wake up i feel like its real I look at my surondings and see the bat girl and freak out what is going on! I scream
(September 13, 2015 - 5:17 pm)
Azelé~
I step back slightly, moving slowly into the shadows of the trees, watching silently as the bat-winged girl and a blue-eyed Nev fight, then another fight breaks up. I create a fire and set the grass around the people fighting on fire. "EVERYONE STOP FIGHTING," I yell. "Now, let's talk through this... why are you even fighting each other??"
(September 13, 2015 - 6:17 pm)