Here's my character:

Name: Zahra Spiler

Age: 18

Gender: Female, she/her

Apperance: Zahra has curly black hair, glasses, and soft brown eyes.  She normally wears a t-shirts with silly graphics and jeans. She looks like an average college student and always carries a huge backpack with a laptop inside.

Personality: Zahra normally acts like she is bright, bubbly, and cheerful, but inside she's very sensitive, shy, and pessimistic. Her brightness is a facade for her interior doubts and secrets.

What you were trying to achieve: Zahra is a computer data scientist who was concerned about the spread of fake news and the decline of democracy. While working at a Sillicon Valley startup as an intern one summer, she created an algorithm that would stop fake news and instead encourage democratic participation.

What was the result of her failure: The algorithm backfired because it got too smart. It saw that the political process was flawed and as a result tried to run for president itself to take over the government. Zarah was horrified and barricaded it using malware to prevent it from fulfilling its schemes. These days she won't even open her laptop which has the algorithm on its hard drives, but she still carries it around to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands and the algorithm escaping.

Please get your charries in soon if you haven't already. 

Name: Camren Oliverta

Gender: Male

Appearance: Camren has dyed purple hair with green 

Personality: Typically courteous, often takes risks, ambitious, curious, almost always self-controlled, untrusting, generally honest, most loyal, low key pessimistic, observant, logical, mostly antisocial, usually emotionally unstable

What were you trying to achieve: He was trying to achieve fusion between a human and an animal

What was the result of your failure: He is inhabited by a being like Venom except it will die in seconds without a host so they're stuck together. Camren has no memory of killing and eating people but he knows that the being exists, its name is Cyan(due to its coloring).

You can have the mistake that my charrie has.

My charrie's new failure:

North had a theory that each human emits a certain frequency, not just a sound wave but more like a ripple caused in the fabric of time and space, that made each person unique. She thought that if she played one person's frequency that she would be able to see them, like a hologram. She tried it out on herself first. She listened to what she supposed was her own frequency, and it worked! Before her eyes an her eyes alone, there appeared a ghostly reflection of herself. It mirrored her motions perfectly, and the only difference between the real North and the hologram version was that the hologram was slightly translucent an couldn't pick stuff up.

The mistake she made was doing the experiment itself. The influence she could hold over the world bit at her day and night. North didn't want power, but the thought of what might happen if her findings fell into the wrong hands nagged at her. Finally, in a fit of despair, she destroyed all of the records of her hard work, including the notes she had made on her own frequency. She destroyed them by throwing them into another of her experiments, a timeline manipulator. It malfunctioned, and from the notes of her frequency the manipulator made it so her frequency never existed. Then, it blew up. North barely escaped, but the explosion wrecked her lab and killed her mentor. All this could have been avoided if she had just dismissed her theory.

Without her frequency, North is no longer what would be classified as 'real'. Sometimes she fades in and out of existence, switching in between dimensions without control. 

I think we can start now. :)

North~

I open my eyes, bewildered that I'm still in my home dimension. After a night that full of dreams, I can never tell where I'll end up. I shrug into my lab coat and walk over to one of my machines. I study it. It's strange skull-like features and dead eye sockets make me shiver. I pull the two jaw bones apart and close them again around my shoulders. Lights grow in the eyes of the machine, giving it a ghostly, terrible feel. Despite the haunting look of my mechanism, it is the one thing that keeps me in this realm. My only wish is that I had someone to share it with. I look up at the gaping maw of my machine. Lightening shoots back and forth along the edges. Slowly, I reach my hands up. The lightening seizes my flesh and races through me. The only thing I can think: the word 'Help'. The right people will find my plea.

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Question- are all of our charries in, like, the same place?

They will all be transported to North's dimension through the message she sent out. Then, the plot will thicken. *Puts fingertips together while chuckling evilly*

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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THIS RP HAS STARTED, GUYS.

Sorry sorry sorry!!! Posting now!!!

Anna~

I've learned that in my case, it's better to go where I need to be as quickly as possible. They all know me, the girl who killed all those poor souls. It's like I don't feel bad enough already. It haunts me like a ghost, a shadow, but much worse- a memory. 

I sneak out of my little house the back way to get to the lab, in hopes that they won't see me.

But, alas, they always do.

"Look, Marcus! It's her!" Hoots a female voice. I stop, seeing it would be pointless to try and escape. The familiar sickening fear spreads from the pit of my stomach to all the particles of my body, until it hurts.

"Ah, so it is! Nice work, Diane," says Marcus, his gang behind him- all of them suffered in some way from my failure. 

"You know.... We've been chasing you around, hollerin' insults 'cross the street, but we've never made you pay. I say it's time we got some real revenge, eh? What do you reckon?" He asks his gang. His question is met with cheers and whoops.  

"Time she met 'er end, like she did with my old man," says one.

"My aunt was just a cop, tryn' ta help 'im, but no, she don't matter neither!" Cries another. 

Tears spring into my eyes. The only thing worse then the memories are the stories. Real people who are hurt because I messed up. It breaks my heart.

"Say goodbye, little miss Hurricane Season," growls Marcus. 

As he lunges forward and I prepare for the impact, strange lightning flashes around us. I only catch a glimpse of Marcus jumping back in shock before my home is gone around me, and I am standing in an unfamiliar lab. A girl with short auburn hair jumps in surprise. I leap up to thank my savior.