Welcome to the Soap Factory.
At least, that's what they told me this was when I woke up. I don't really know what it means. I know that soap is a product produced from animal fat, chemicals and various scents to create a substance that attracts dirt and 'germs' on a human body, often used in showers and baths... but that's just not what we make here.
Well... not 'we'. They. I am not one of them. I was created by them, or perhaps for them. Among the many halfling creatures here, I by far look the most human. But I'm... well, I'm not really sure what I am... other than the perfect slave.
When I woke up, I had no memories. I thought I was human... until I realized I was in a cage... not a cage. A box. A package. Like a toy to be sent to a child. They opened it, let me out, and then I was placed in a cage. Quite the delightful awakening.
They explained to me that I was not human, then proved it by yanking my arm through the bars and slicing into my skin with a knife. It did not hurt. Underneath was a layer of what looked like black gel. They scraped it back, letting me see that under my 'flesh' was nothing more than wires, components and a metal frame. And that was it. But they are wrong. Because I feel pain in my leg--a leg I am missing. The left one is replaced with a half-assed prosthesis, rather than a proper robotic leg. And my 'stump' hurts like hell, but I can't remove the leg no matter how hard I try. If I'm an android, why do I feel pain? Why replace my leg with something so careless when clearly it should have simply been repaired? It just doesn't make sense... Though to be perfectly honest, I can't remember ever having needed to eat or drink. That's a bit disturbing I'll admit, but considering the fact that I currently reside in some kind of lab, anything is possible.
They told me my name was Mark0708241... but I call myself Marcus. They think it stupid I should give myself a real name. I do not understand them... Okay, maybe it is a little stupid, but it makes me feel better about my sorry self so screw it.
They observed me for a week. I realized then that they must not have created me, but instead ordered me from somewhere else, or took me in for whatever reason. Come to think of it, the box had words on the front. I could read... perhaps that was programmed into me--or perhaps I'm really human. Just a wild guess. But the words, they said 'Defective'. What happened before I got here? How did they know something was wrong with me? What is wrong with me? My obvious personality? What, am I not bland and dull and obedient enough for them? I follow orders--I have to. I feel a compulsion to. Though admittedly, I tend to resist. Perhaps this is the problem (Alright, it's most likely the problem).
The Soap Factory has more little experiments other than just me... more 'defective' things. Not androids, I, as far as I know, am the only one... supposedly (I'm still skeptical of that). But there is a creature in the cage next to mine, something that looks like an animal. An albino cheetah... I hadn't known those could be albino, but that was definitely what it was--
--Or so I thought. When it looked up at me one day, after barely touching a meal made of pure red meat, I saw its eyes. They were pink, like an albino's should be, but they were human. Clearly and distinctly human. I am not sure how I could tell, but that 'cheetah' had human eyes, and it regarded me with such... understanding.
There are more cages in the Soap Factory.. more mysteries. It is always dark in here, so it it hard for me to make out the others... but I know they are there. Are we experiments? Failures from somewhere else, taken here for study? And where is here? I want to say I am from Earth, but I do not feel like this is Earth. It feels too... unstable. And everything, shipments and newly captured half-human creatures always come in on ships. Big, metal ships on a docking platform at the end of the hall. I can see them when they take me out for testing. Spaceships.
We must be on a station.
And if so... I... I think if I could get one of those ships, I could fly it. But I'll need to be ordered to. And I find that thought rather... annoying. Where did I learn that, I wonder? And why can't I ever do things on my own? It seems I always need orders to make things work. Lovely. Well... no matter. I've had enough of this. I may not be "human" (Yeah that's up for debate), but I understand this is wrong. Keeping us all locked up like this... 'under observation', occasionally taking some in for 'operations' , 'testing' or, put simply, 'disposal'. And the test and operations always leave them seeming... strange afterwards. I keep looking over at the cheetah, who I've seen struggling between human and animal, making motions as if he were choking, then wrenching forward as if to cough, but suddenly, his body shivers and shifts, his paws would change... his neck and face too, becoming almost... human. But the second the change started, he would revert back, breathing hard as if the effort alone had taken too much out of him. Maybe he was stuck.
Maybe we're all just stuck.
Well... Then I will get us out. I know when the guards work. They trust me. They think I'm stupid. I don't speak much... this can work to my advantage. If I could just get their keys... just unlock the cages... take a ship... I could get us out of here. To where... no idea... but far away from the Soap Factory and whatever it is they are doing. We must leave this place. It's wrong that they keep us here. The more I see, the more it hurts. Hurts... I wonder how? I feel it, but I'm not sure how I do. Maybe I'm not the android they think I am. In fact, by this point I'm getting pretty damn sure of it.
Are you with me? We have to break out of here. We must be free. If only I could remember... remember what happened before.... But for now, it doesn't matter.
Alright, the basic idea is that this is the distant future, and a factory exists as a sort of under-cover lab for defective or failed experiments by Earth scientists, aliens, you name it. I will not reveal everything yet, though, as that is for the RP. Marcus is possibly an android or a human with robotic components (basically a cyborg) but is uncertain which is correct, and the cheetah, whose number is 052214NL (Who later goes by "Neil"), is a genetically altered human trapped in an animal form. He can shapeshift, though this is difficult and painful for him. I will accept characters with DNA spliced with animals, though please do not make them too similar to Neil. I would like unique characters, and they should all be different. What you can do is have them genetically altered, give them implants of some kind (eyes, extra strength, extra limbs or a tail, certain abilities like pyromancing, telepathy, telekinesis, or something along those lines). You can also have alien/human splices, and make up your alien species. They can be dangerous or harmless, it is up to you. Please do not give them too many abilities, and if they do have abilities, there should also be limits. Ask me if you are unsure about a character idea. Be as creative as possible. In this factory, most experiments are 'defective' or 'failed' somehow, you should incorporate these aspects in as well and include why the experiment would be sent here. What failed, what should have happened, etc.
Once we break out of the factory, the object of the RP would be to explore the universe, find out about our pasts, avoid the Soap Factory's ships sent out to retrieve us, and smaller plots on different planets, etc. If you have a plot idea as well, feel free to run it by me. I have plenty planned, really in a science fiction setting, anything can happen. I am huge on characterization as well, and love well-planned pasts and backstories and finding out about origins. I love all that jazz, so be creative and don't be afraid to ask me if you have an idea. Naturally, we would also be on the run from the factory as well, no doubt they'd want us back. Mostly, our goal is to be free of this, and discover who our characters are. They likely wouldn't know much about their pasts.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
1) You may make as many characters as you can handle. Try to keep the M/F ratio relatively even, though it isn't a huge deal if it isn't perfect.
2) Romance is fine, but fade to black if things get really 'intimate' (do that over PM, I don't care). I also accept any kind of romance (M/F, M/M, F/F). If you don't like this or can't take it, go away.
3) I have no problems with blood or gore, but do not god-mod, powerplay or intentionally try to maim or kill another character without permission.
4) Be creative with your characters. I will accept anything so long as it is creative and 'science-fictiony', but your character must have flaws. I will not accept anything too perfect or too powerful. Also they need a reasonable explanation for existing.
5) Swearing is fine, just don't do it every other word.
7) Write "I will be free" at the top of your post if you understand and have read the rules. Actually, just kidding, write 'unknown' at the bottom of your sheet instead.
6) Listen to me, post at least two paragraphs per character, and have fun.
7) Oh and I like first person writing. If you're all cool with that, I'd like to use it in this RP. If all of you hate it, I guess we can do third person.
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History (May skip if you'd like to reveal IC):
Age: Unknown (Looks about 18 to early twenties or so)
Gender/Sex: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual (attracted to personality regardless of appearance or gender, though it doesn't stop him from flirting time to time)
Species: Android, but for all appearances, looks human.
Height: 5'11"
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Blue
Deformities/odd features: His left leg seems to be missing from just below the kneecap down, replaced with a simple, and rather clunky bare-bones prosthesis, rather than a proper robotic leg. It would seem no one bothered to replace his leg properly when he lost it... however that happened. He walks with a limp.
General Appearance: Marcus is about average height, looks a bit thin, but is actually rather strong, when ordered to be, that is. He actually looks rather harmless, with his bright blue eyes and kind of wavy/curled black hair, longish in length (No he won't wear a ponytail. That's stupid. Besides, his hair is gorgeous, why change it?), he walks with a slight limp due to his one barely-repaired and clunky leg. He generally would prefer to wear clothes that could hide the collar he has around his neck with his experiment number on it as the horrid orange monstrocity cannot be removed. He seriously questions the fashion sense of those moronic factory workers....
Anyway, to hide it he'll wear turtlenecks, scarves, anything like that to cover his neck. He likes the colour blue, and would likely gravitate towards clothing with this colour on it. Though any soft, or dark colour will do just fine.
However, when ordered to do something, he suddenly becomes different, but we will cover that in 'personality'. (I will also add a drawing of my characters when I finish one)
Personality: Generally, Marcus is... Marcus.
He was made to be the perfect slave. He absolutely must follow orders when they're given to him. He feels overwhelmingly compelled to. His own will barely has an effect on the matter. When he's given a strong order from someone (the more power this person holds, the more compelling the order is), he has to follow it no matter what it is. He hides this and avoids letting people know about it at all costs. However, when he's given an order, he also gains the ability to carry it out the most efficiently. Like, if he were ordered to set something up high in a tree, he'd suddenly gain the ability to quickly and efficiently climb the tree, set it up, then climb down regardless of his previous health/abilities. His missing leg would make no difference. He can also suddenly speak different languages, acquire knowledge he didn't have before, all kinds of things. Within reason, obviously he can't suddenly fly or swim for hours without taking a breath, etc. However, if ordered to swim for too long or hold his breath or something, he'd pass out before the order was finished. If someone told him to do something that would kill him, he'd also be compelled to do that, though it's easier for him to resist things like this as he does have a will to survive. He also doesn't need to eat or sleep as much as normal people do, and this is heightened when he's under orders.
Despite his need to follow orders (if he's prevented from following an order, it actually hurts him, he gets stressed, can't stop thinking about it, etc), he has a very bold and strong personality. He's stubborn, always voices opinions, stands up for himself when he can, resists with all his might, and he can even be a little arrogant at times. Mainly as defence. When he's compelled to be submissive in certain situations, he likes to take as much control as possible outside of these situations. He hates being used, hates taking orders, wants to be free and will do everything in his power to make people believe he's not just a broken, submissive slave. He also has major problems trusting people due to the orders thing, and because of this, likes to keep his distance, though unfortunately he also needs people, as he can't really eat or rest without someone telling him it's okay (he can get over it unless he gets used to taking too many orders again). And he absolutely despises it. He doesn't like help at all and wants nothing more than to be completely independant.
He also tends to make a lot of jokes and speak without thinking first. This also gets him into trouble and can make him seem rash or thoughtless at times, when in truth he can care about people, and will stick by them if he grows attached. He just doesn't think before acting or speaking a lot of the time. Perhaps because when it's his own decision, he plans on carrying it out regardless of whether it's a mistake or not. He has strong values and puts freedom above all else.. unless people he cares about are in trouble. Despite everything, he'd take a bullet for a friend, but he'd then complain afterwards. Still, he'd like to rescue as many people as he can and holds onto his beliefs no matter what. He does like to help people, just doesn't like being the one who needs help.
He is entirely defensive about the 'android' thing too, and will do everything in his power to convince people he's human.
History: Unknown.
Name:
Neil (052214NL)
Age:
Unknown, anywhere from 18-22
Gender/Sex:
Male.
Sexuality:
Demisexual (asexual until in a stable relationship or until he feels comfortable. Panromantic)
Species:
Spliced. A therianthrope/shapeshifter created using human and animal DNA. It is unknown what other elements were used.
Height:
6'1" when human.
Hair Colour:
He has white hair in both human and animal form.
Eye Colour:
Pink, animal and human.
Deformities/odd features:
Neil is an albino and has very pale, sensitive skin, easily burnt. He has many scars, particularly one over his right eye, across the middle of his back, one to his left side below the ribs and several on his arms and legs. He is missing a claw on his right paw and his human form would be missing a fingernail there and a bit off the tip of his finger. His tail is bent slightly at the tip as though broken once and his eyes always seem tired and weary. He also has a ragged ear, the right one, and the left has a notch.
General Appearance: Neil has very pale skin in human form, light silvery pink freckles and pink eyes. His hair is pure white, as in his cheetah form and he bears all the same scars on both bodies. He is tall and lean with long legs and arms, thin fingers and sharp nails, canine teeth larger than normal and he tends to walk on his toes, used to his cheetah form. He's not very picky about clothes, all he really cares is that he has them, since constantly being stuck in cheetah form means if he did turn human, anything would do. He tends not to wear shoes due to not being used to them and feeling restricted, though if offered, he would take them. Like everyone. he sports a horrid orange collar with his number printed on it, and despises the thing to no end. His right ear is torn and ragged and the left is notched near the top. He doesn't remember getting most of his scars, save for the ones he's gotten at the Soap Factory.
Personality:
wip
History:
[I will post Neil's bio soon, and I might do another character as well, but I'm working it out]
