There really wasn't anything special about the place, it looked like any other normal house on the street, albeit it was placed on the very top of a particularly high hill. Not many people were seen entering, and even few leaving, but no one questioned it, they never really noticed, in fact. Everyone usually minded their own business. If it didn't affect them in any way, why would they care?
What went on in the house was a little more... peculiar than what went on in most houses. The placed looked normal enough, some signs of life, except for the thin layer of dust coating many of the various objects.
If you dared to move a little farther in, it started to get a sort of... Haunted feeling. Like something wasn't right. It wasn't downright terrifying, like that of a horror movie and whatnot, but just an eerie feeling, but not enough for you to act on.
There is a door at the very end of the hallway, the only thing that was kept pristinely clean in all of the entire house. It was just a normal wooden door, a solid brass handle in the middle and then off to the side, kept almost mysteriously clean of fingerprints.
If then you were still continuing through, the eerie feeling became just a smudge stronger, your heart beats at only a slightly accelerated pace, and you can clearly hear every breath you take.
The air turns cold, and the breaths you can hear yourself take can now be seen, a thin white mist slowly dissolving into the air, as if it were never really there in the first place.
Suddenly, the silence is gone. It was nothing loud, in fact, if it weren't so dead silent in the first place, you may not have even heard it at all.A slight buzzing noise, like the whir of a machine almost. It is a steady, rhythmic pace, one soothing to the ear. Almost as if its purpose was to calm that eerie feeling you had been experiencing.
The white hallway abruptly stops at a door, one that had, instead of a handle or know, a large wheel, like the captain of a ship's, except made of pure metal. There is a hazard sign on the door, and some sort of strange coding for you to attempt to decipher. but the only thing you can decode is the vague skull and cross bones in the dead center.
And if you still have not turned back around, what greets you inside the chamber is much more surprising than what you have discovered already.
The room is large and comprised solely of metal, or so it seems. The only source of light are the flickering ones from above, hanging only by thin wires, as if it would fall and crash on top of you at any time.
And row by row, lined up along the room are... Well, tubes, like they were straight out of a sci-fi movie. Large ones full of a strange green slime you would rather not touch. They seemed big enough to house a human, some perhaps even larger than that.
You tentatively raise a hand and place it onto the nearest tube, feeling the cool glass underneath your palm. In this one, there is someone... It looked human enough, its body shaped distinctly like one, though curled into a ball. It is quite hard to see through the thick ooze in the tank, so you eventually give up and look at the small control panel nearest to it.
"Red" Was all it said, and nothing more. Was it trying to prevent some secret being spilled or similar? But what was there possibly to hide?
You make your way down, there are only seven tubes in total, each having its own control panel, and one word each.
As you near the third tube, you start to realize a pattern. You glance down and quickly affirm your theory. They were all named by colors of the rainbow! You feel proud of yourself for some strange reason, like you have just discovered the ruins of some ancient civilization.
Suddenly, you hear a voice behind you. You would have screamed if not for the fact that you found you couldn’t. Slowly, you turn around, revealing a middle-aged gentleman, garbed in a white lab coat and holding a clipboard.
“Oh, why hello there,” he says, giving you a small smile. “I certainly wasn’t expecting visitors today!”
He turns to the tubes and you find yourself looking along with him. “Ah, I see you’ve met them, haven’t you?”
You nod, unsure of yourself.
“That’s too bad,” He gives a childish pout, “I’m afraid you’ll have to be saying bye now,”
Before you can ask what he means, you find yourself frozen, unmoving, and most definitely scared. If only you had listened to that shiver crawling up your spine only moments ago. The last thing you remember seeing is the man’s face, his smile turning into an evil, insane grin. And then… nothing…
Oh yes, this house was definitely not normal. In it housed seven artificial beings, each named for a different color of the rainbow.
Their sole purpose of existence was to test the limits of human technology. But as time went, on, they developed special powers as an after affect from such experiments. It was risky… but it was decided that these seven would help as undercover agents to prevent disasters with their abilities. Though it seemed like it was all for the greater good… What really happened underneath?
And who controlled them?
No one really knew… So everyone just called him “Boss”.
Deep within the walls of a laboratory lays hidden a secret project. Very few know of its existence, and even fewer have walked away with this knowledge alive. At first it was just a simple test to create new human life, just like in some sort of Sci-Fi Movie, an Artificial Being born in a Test Tube. But eventually it grew to more than that. The experiment had been a success, and in the end, they created seven of them, seven Artificial Lives stored away, floating in preservation cells. The Scientists who had worked on this Project decided to take it further, what else was possible if they even had the ability to create human life?
And, perhaps unfortunately, they were successful. Not only were they Artificial Beings, but they were Beings of such immense power, that no ordinary human could even begin to compare. Skilled, trained, armed, that was all a given, but there was more than just that that set them apart from any ordinary human. Powers, yes, powers. Ones that any ordinary human could only dream about. And not only that, they were trained to be the best, poked and prodded with endless needles, sometimes sedatives, sometimes steroids.
What of these mysterious beings? Named for the Colors of the Rainbow, and often referred to as “Colors”, they were nicknamed so for lack of inspirations for real names. They remained down below, slowly developed into powerful beiŽngs. It has been years since their creation, and finally, it has been decided that they are safe for normal human interaction. They barely knew of each other’s existence, barely knew what normal human traits and customs were, barely were “Human” themselves.
Millions, perhaps even billions of dollars were spent to develop them, to train them to become as close to perfect as any human could dare imagine. But was it all for naught? Were they just to rot away deep in the dank basement of some laboratory, never to really understand what being “Human” was?
But of course not, there had to be some sort of use they could have besides simply taking up space! And so it came to be that these “Colors” became simple pawns, at first accomplishing small, meaningless tasks, eventually escalating to what could only be described as missions, all the way from taking down rising threats to the Nation to simple reconnaissance.
They truly were pawns, trapped doing only what their Creators had commanded. They were sentient beings, capable of real thoughts and emotions, yet trapped under the cruel reign of those who had given them Life. It was only natural that the thought of breaking free and whatnot entered their brains, and yet what could they do?
As time passed, these “Colors” only began to realize the harsh realities of the world, the true consequence of each choice, each decision. What was right, and what was wrong, and juts simply why. It became clear what they had to do. Brothers and Sisters, who all thought alike, began to disobey their Creators, “accidentally” making errors, just simply wanting to be… Free.
What You May Or May Not Know:
- Colors are like humans, though really, only in appearance. They are new to thought and emotion, and human nature in general. Though not sociopaths, they sometimes misjudge what emotion to show, and how to portray it. As time goes on, they can begin to realize what being human is, and what they seem to be doing wrong.
- Colors don’t age in a regular sense, they are created to look a certain age and remain that way. Even if they were created only 3 years ago, they may look as old or as young as what they were created to look like.
- Scientists aren’t all bad guys at all times. Though most are focused solely on money and power, some take pity, if just a little, on the Colors. However, they are unwavering in their stance of using them for their own purposes.
- At first, Colors aren’t in complete control of their powers, seeing as they are just embedded with a DNA coding to do so.
- Missions, they range from minor tasks such as delivering various goods, or acting as bodyguards, to large operations, assassination, infiltration, etc.
- Anything I didn’t cover? Ask away.
Red- "Cosette" played by Firetigress3
Orange- "Alex" played by PyroTheWolf
Yellow- Played by ShapeWindPath
Green- "Verda" played by Completlie
Blue- Played by Major Ursa
Indigo- "Epoch" played by Cryptiic
Violet- "Spectre" played by General Scales
- Playable characters are Colors. One character to a Color, so there is limited positions. Scientists are NPCs, and therefore, are really controlled by everyone.
- You may choose to make siblings, but they still must be of the same Color. Also, if I were to make Red into siblings, they would be named something like “Red1” and “Red2”. I’ll allow only one sibling Color.
- Limit two characters each.
- Don’t GM (GodMod). There’s a lot of opportunities to do so in this RP, but please don’t. It ruins it for others, and you just come off as a jerk.
- You’re not invincible, your character may die, get harmed, fail at certain things, etc.
- Be polite to others, it’s just common curtsy. If you’re having a fight or dispute, take it somewhere else.
- Refrain from text speak, and use proper grammar. However, if your character speaks a certain way, this may be excused, but don’t overdo it.
- If you’re talking Out Of Character, don’t mix what you want to say with what you’re writing. Label your OOC talking, it doesn’t matter how, but just make sure to distinguish it.
- I'm not accepting any more female characters. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Name: ((Named after a Color of the Rainbow. Look to see available spots.))
Nickname: ((A name given to themselves.))
Age: ((Both appeared age, and year of creation.))
Gender: ((Male or female. No genderless.))
Weapons: ((Limited to one.))
Powers: ((Limited to two, doesn’t have to correspond to name. Such as Blue does not have to control water.))
History: ((Something that happened besides in the plot?))
Picture/Description: ((One or the other.))
((Currently being written.))
Age: Appears 20, but created about two and a half years ago
Weapons: A pair of Twin Katanas made of a strong iron, reaching about 36 inches each in length and two inches in width at the blade. Its hilt is wrapped in worn black cloth and has a circular base encasing the actual blade. It is slightly curved, and ends rather abruptly at the edge rather than thinning out.
Water: Red has the power over water. This gives her some healing capability, though she can't heal internal injuries such as broken bones or internal bleeding. In addition, she also control the temperature of the water to freezing or boiling. She, however, cannot spontaneously generate water, there has to be some sort of water source nearby, or she has to carry her own source of it. Also, she cannot use both her powers at once, and she can't rapidly switch from using one to another, it takes about a period of a minute to switch.
Super Strength: Red has the natural strength of about a hundred men, giving her the ability to crush boulders and bend steel with ease, among other things. However, this strength takes a lot of energy. to keep it up, her metabolism works at a higher rate, forcing her to eat large amounts of food.
Personality: Red is a particularly hard individual to figure out. Her character is a bit complicated, especially since she's had time to develop her personality. She can be cold and uncaring at points, especially when it comes to people she is unfamiliar with, or even dislikes. However, she does have a soft spot for her fellow Colors, taking on the thought that they are Brothers and Sisters to her. However, Red does tend to have a motherly side, becoming frustrated when people she cares about put themselves in high amounts of danger, or if they did something right or well, is quick to praise them. In this motherly sense, she also believes in tough love. She doesn't have a short temper, rather, she's patient in the regard she doesn't get frustrated easily.
History: Due to the larger amounts of steroids Red was dosed with during her earlier years of development, she gained permanent inhuman strength. Though eventually, the effects started adding up, producing the large amounts of strength she possess now. Otherwise, she had a relatively "normal" creation, as normal as it could ever get for an artificial human.
Fairly short, around 5'4'' and weighing in about 130 lbs. Most of her weight is muscle. Her body has a broad frame, slightly muscular, though not to the point of a body builder's.
Other: Red is quite proficient with computers and other technology. She can successfully override systems and websites in the span of a few minutes at her very best. However, she hates being rushed and will purposely go slower if told to hurry up.