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Apocalyptic Mutant RP!
Some of y’all remember this, right? I edited it a bit. We’re starting over, clean slate, etc. Feel free to use your old characters if you want to. New people are very welcome to join. And without further ado, here’s your introduction.
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2028
A science lab exploded.
Four scientists were killed in the explosion, and the remaining three found that numerous chemicals had spilled into a container and somehow survived the explosion. Upon testing the mixture, they identified the chemicals and recreated it. The scientists tried to find out what the solution did by testing it on a rat, but nothing happened. They weren't sure what to do with the chemicals, but then one of them had an idea:
What would happen if they mixed animal DNA with the chemicals?
They mixed lizard DNA--that being what was on hand right then--with their chemical solution, but before they could test it on the rat, it splashed back onto two of the scientists. They immediately mutated into strange, lizardlike creatures. Still vaguely humanoid, they had rough scaly skin, small sharp teeth, hooked claws, and tails. The remaining scientist, instead of being terrified, was fascinated by the mutation. Unfortunately, he was very greedy, and instead of sharing his discovery with others, he killed the mutant scientists, and kept the secret to himself. Over the next few years, the lone scientist experimented with his chemicals, testing them on human victims instead of animals, and becoming ever greedier and more twisted in the process. Eventually, for no specific reason, he created a huge amount of his mutation chemical, and combined it with DNA from hundreds of animals.
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2031
The apocalypse.
The lone scientist, having killed hundreds of animals for their DNA, created an enormous bomb, filled with enough mutation chemicals to spread across the entire continent. When he set it off, he was killed in the initial explosion, but thousands of people were mutated across North America. The chemicals somehow seeped into the ocean, and over the years, the mutation spread over the entire planet.
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2034
The wasteland.
For three years now, the world has been a barren wasteland, only the strongest and the cleverest surviving, searching for the few oases remaining in the endless deserts. For it's all deserts now, whether or not it’s hot or cold. The endless search for water has driven many mad, adding to the dangers. But now, a strange sickness is spreading, traveling from person to person at an alarming, almost impossible rate. Symptoms include unusual exhastion, hunger and thirstiness, and sometimes nausea. The illness is caused by traces of the mutation chemicals remaining in the water, and the only cure lies in the minerals of the oasis waters. To save the mutants, a select few mutants with strange and unique abilities must find each other, travel to one of the oases, and find the cure, it’s mineral-dense waters. These mutants have never met each other however, and the hardship they have encountered has hardened them, to the point of hostility rising to impossible heights. They must overcome their misgivings and travel the wasteland, dodging insane mutants and sickness, to reach their goal. But, if they catch the sickness, they will slowly weaken, and eventually they will die.
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You can have a maximum of three characters, and a maximum of three powers/abilities. There are also some animal/animal mutants, with no trace of human DNA in them. These are often deadly, to be avoided, unless you somehow tame one.
Here's the charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Mutation: (What animal your charrie has mutated into)
Weapon(S):
Personality:
Appearance:
Special powers/abilities:
Background(optional):
Other:
Please, tell me if you have any questions.
submitted by Nyx, age 13 years , Earth
(January 28, 2021 - 1:06 pm)
(January 28, 2021 - 1:06 pm)
Ives's POV:
Well, you would't believe what happened today.
I woke up in my treehouse at the junkyard, right?
So naturally, I began my morning routine of clearing the sand that seeped into my shelter overnight. The usual, right?
Then I decided to go on a walk to see if I can find anything to bring back to the junkyard (No, I'm not a racoon mutant, it's just part of my natural personality.), right?
It was going to be a peaceful walk, correct?
Wrong.
That is so incredibly wrong.
I walked for five minutes, heard some people talking, and went to say 'Hi!".
I didn't see a great chance to cut in, so I just stood by.
Eventually more mutants started to show up, apparently not seeing me standing to the side.
Then one of the people I was going to talk to had their arm ripped off, aaaand it looked like the group was going to start brawling.
Knowing people die this way, I decided to distract them... by interrupting their conversation.
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"Stop!" I called, walking towards the group.
All heads turned to me.
Shoot. This might of not been the smartest decision I've made.
"Who the heck are you!?"
(February 20, 2021 - 7:42 am)
So I'm going to assume that they're all at the top of the cliff now, if that's okay with everyone? It's getting confusing...
~Mitra
Karen - the wolf - still doesn't trust me, but there are a lot of other people now that she doesn't trust. Her daggers are in her hands, but she's standing to the side, listening. Everyone is staring at the newcomer, the scarred white one. He shifts his feet nervously. "So my name is Ives," he says. "Can someone tell me what's going on?"
No one seems to want to answer, so I take a step forward. "The wolves knocked the spider off the cliff. The foxes and the leopard - "
"Jaguar," he corrects me.
"And the jaguar came and started making a fuss," I say.
"That was Crystal," the jaguar mutters. "And I'm Collins, and this is Devan."
"Whatever," I continue impatiently. "Then I arrived, and the fish came in and chopped the spider's arm off for no apparent reason."
Caleb folds his arms and glares back at everyone. "I don't like spiders."
"And then you came along," I finish to Ives.
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Is this accurate? I thought it would be helpful to have a summary.
(February 20, 2021 - 12:08 pm)
Sounds good to me.
Logan~
The spider girl hides behind me, looking like she's going to pass out, but I somehow missed the fact that she was gushing blood at an alarming rate until just now. I snatch the closest bag and rummage around until I find some fabric to press against what's left of her arm. She looks at me with an expression that could be surprise and gratitude, but it's difficult to tell with her black eyes. Karen huffs angrily, and I realize that it was her bag that I grabbed.
Karen~
"I don't blame you for not liking spiders," I mutter at Caleb. "This one is especially rude."
"I didn't do anything to you!" the spider mutant hisses, again in her obnoxiously distorted lisp. I catch a glimpse inside her mouth and realize with a shock that she only has four fangs, undoubtedly venomous, not regular teeth. Weird. Logan, like the annoyingly kind being that he is, is tending to her wound. I pick up the severed arm and examine it, ignoring the nauseous, shocked, and irritated looks from everyone who sees me do it. Other than the jet black skin and rough palm and fingers, it seems like a fairly normal arm.
(February 20, 2021 - 3:56 pm)
(February 22, 2021 - 2:14 pm)
Caleb
I take a moment to regain my breath.
"Ok, look, I'm sorry I cut the spiders arm off, okay? I just have a grudge against them." Suddenly, Dante runs up in front off me and starts barking.
"Calm down, boy." I say, and Dante immediatly stops barking.
I stand up and Dante and I walk over to the spider. "H-hey! Stay away from me-" I snap, and Dante releases a little light from his forehead that travels to the spiders arm, and heals it."Will your arm regrow?" I ask. The others chuckle. "Arm's don't just regrow." Logan says. I sit down, and we all kind of start talking for a bit.
But soon night comes, and I start frantically looking around. "Um, are you all right?" Karen asks. "Be quiet, all of you!" I say, but it's too late. I start hearing screeches. "What was-" Ives tries to say, but Logan puts his hand up. "Wyverns."
(February 23, 2021 - 10:10 am)
~Mitra
I unsheathe my sword as glowing red eyes surround the camp, hissing. The lizard-bird mutants are untamable and very dangerous. Their small size makes them fast and agile, and hard to hit. And their black fangs are venomous. I should've known the wyverns would be attracted to the light of the campfire now flickering in the dark, and the sound of our voices. What was I thinking? I spread my wings, ready to fly away. Usually I can outfly the creatures. But - what about everyone else? I shift my feet nervously. They can't fly away. Fine. I'll stay - for now.
(February 24, 2021 - 10:27 am)
(February 25, 2021 - 7:30 pm)
Crystal's POV
"Ok, ok, ok, aim carefully, Crystal, annnnd.. NOW!!!" I said, throwin' a potion of dissapearance on the Wyverns.
They shrieked, and went to another dimension.
"Guess we won't be seein' 'em anytime soon. Now, how about we plan our attacks, just in case those things show up again." I said, as the other mutants stared at me in shock.
"Wha--You just-- HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" Caleb shrieked, his dog--Dante I think his name was-- starin' at me.
"Eh, just somethin' I picked up when I was livin' alone. Huh. Never thought my life would lead to this. It's funny, one minute you're livin' somewhere no one knows about, the next you meet a bunch of new mutants." I said.
(February 26, 2021 - 11:41 am)
(March 1, 2021 - 10:23 am)
Well, it doesn't look like anyone else is working on a POV so:
Caleb
"Ok, how about instead of planning our attacks, we get out of here." I say.
The rest of the group agrees, and they followed me tomy car.
"Only problem is this hunk of junk is out of gas."
Logan rolled his eyes. "You don't always need gas to power a car." He rustled in his bag. "In fact, I just so happen to have a solar battery with me."
Logan handed the battery to me and I popped the hood of the car open. "Um, where do I put this?" Logan pointed right at a little outlet.
"Plug it in right there."
I plugged it in, and Ives hopped in the drivers seat to start the car. I heard a faint sound from the engine that gradually got louder.
"Hey, it's working!"
Ives stayed in the drivers seat, Logan went in the passengers seat, and the rest of us packed in. We fit the spider in the back seat, and Dante, Crystal and I sat in the trunk with it's door open. The car started and I laid back.
Everyone else was chatting, so after a couple minutes, Crystal turned to me. "So, Caleb, what's up with you an' yer dog? You two seem to have a pretty good connection."
I waited a couple seconds to answer. Do I really want to share how I found Dante with this person I just met? Well, I mean, they do know how to fight off Wyverns...
"Um, well, Dante and I met I think seven years ago, right when all this started. He was just a stray dog, and I was just a lonely traveler. We quickly connected."
I was about to continue my story when I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye.
(March 1, 2021 - 4:09 pm)
(March 6, 2021 - 11:41 am)
I hate to rudely intervene in this really cool roleplay, but could I perhaps join? It's completely fine if I can't! I'm fine with just reading it, if you don't mind.
Sorry for oddly dropping by in the middle of a really cool scene!
(March 6, 2021 - 4:35 pm)
@Hollyshock, I'm not Nyx, but you're welcome to join as far as I'm concerned!
~Mitra
I ended up in the back seat with Karen next to me. Collins and Devan are on the other side of her. My bulky wings are pressing into her, and I can tell she's not happy about it. I shift in my seat, trying to move my wings out of the way, but it doesn't work. Eventually I give up and stare out the window into the darkness. Then I frown. There's a - what is it? I can't see it clearly enough in the dark to know for sure. As we drive on, it gets closer, and I can see it's another mutant. An... otter, maybe, but it's hard to tell. Ives stops the car, and I'm the first out. "Hello?" I call, but the strange mutant doesn't answer.
The others pile out and stare at them. The stranger comes forward and I can see them more clearly. He has short brown fur all over his body and rounded head. His hands look slightly webbed, but his eyes are the most striking. They're pale and distant. I recognise that look. I've only seen it once before. On an insane mutant.
"We need to go! He's crazy!" I whisper-hiss urgently, and everyone gasps. It's too late to get everyone back in the car. He's just a few yards away.
"Crystal, do have any more of that thing you used on the wyverns?" Caleb asks, but Crystal shakes her head.
"I don't think so, but I'll check," she says, and starts digging through her bag. I realise it'll take too long to find it, and draw my sword. The mutant attacks, but between the two of us, me and Karen disarm him. He lies unconscious on the ground. We look at each other.
"So... what do we do with him?" I ask, and Karen shrugs.
"Let's leave him here."
"How about in the shade?" Ives interrupts. He and Collins drag the mutant to the shade of a rock overhang in the cliffs nearby.
I break the ensuing silence. "So... Okay, you know the plague? We need a cure. If we work together we'll have a better chance of finding an oasis."
Everyone stares at me, shocked.
(March 6, 2021 - 10:28 pm)
@MoonKitten, thank you! I'll just post my charrie sheet and then I'll see if Nyx aprroves of me joining.
Name: Oneira Marley (known as 'One' for anyone close to her.)
Age: 12
Gender: Female, she/her.
Mutation: Sloth
Weapon(s): Bow and arrow and a few throwing knives.
Personality: Always hungry and always tired. Most likely could sleep in any situation, whatsoever. Very introverted and quiet, but can be loud. Deemed to be ‘lazy’, but actually doesn’t care for anything. Very sweet and kind and quite mature. Always has a tendency to sleep in much longer. Very smart and very observant on what’s going on around her. Whenever it’s very quiet and awkward, she yawns dramatically.
Appearance: Very long, dark brown hair with dark brown eyes that shine in any fun thing that’s happening at the time. Quite pale skin. Quite short for her age, and very lean. She hates shoes, so she never wears any. She tends to stick with any oversized top and shorts for her choice of bottoms. Large black nose and her mouth is always curved into a smile. Wears large, dark brown glasses. More humanoid. Always seen with a really bad posture, shoulders drooping. She wears a small locket around her neck, holding a picture of her unknown sister. She also sports the look of large bandaids across both of her kneecaps, and a bandaid on her cheek.
Special powers/abilities: Good intuition, very observant, great at climbing, and quite stealthy.
Background: She grew up alone, having an older sister that was unknown to her. She’s pretty distant around others, making sure that she doesn’t overstay her welcome. She grew with the habit of sleeping whenever she’s stressed or bothered. She doesn’t really talk about her background, only informing others if they might’ve seen anyone that looked like her older sister.
Other: Maybe it would be cool if someone was her unknown sister? It may be a little late to ask, but just putting it out there.
Thank you for your time, and I apologize for interrupting a really cool scene and the roleplay in general! I'll be sure to post as speedy as I can and whenever I'm free!
(March 7, 2021 - 8:48 am)
(March 9, 2021 - 12:44 pm)