Ace of Jacks

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No I totally get it. I take responsibility for the delay. Trying to balance my time better between multiple things. I've post finally, just feel bad for the wait :/ Got a handle of my time though, thankfully.

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“Wake up,” orders a voice.

Is it time already? They can never give me just one day to myself. Every day it’s the same routine: Wake up, play their games, return to my cage, eat, sleep, and repeat. Every morning a guard drags me out from the comfort of my poor excuse of a cell and takes me to what seems like a testing room; a large room with a high ceiling and barely anything in it. The only things that occupy the space is a reclining examination bed, odd machines attached to this and that, and a single poster of a white kitten hanging from an extended tree branch with the words ‘Hang in there!’ spewed across the top. Lightens the mood.

“I won’t repeat myself. Get your freak ass up!”

With my back turned toward the voice, I curl my body, holding my knees up against my chest with my arms. The coolness of my tail as it brushes up against my legs brings chills down my spine. Sometimes I forget it’s there…. For 3 months I’ve been subjected to their sick test and games, making little to no progress according to the scientist. I don’t see a point in all this repetitive nonsense. They say I’m a “catalyst of untapped mental ability” and that it is necessary to observe and record my progress, albeit slow. They believe my creators were wrong to toss my away to this godforsaken place but I can understand why they did. I’m useless. I was meant to be the commander of a new breed of psychic super soldiers yet I can barely guess what anyone’s thinking. 3 months in this place and the closest thing to ‘psychic’ about me are the whispers in the air. They’re always there, always speaking, whether or not to me is unclear. Hell, on a good day I can make out just one word.

A sharp pain strikes just below my shoulder blade. My body shoots up, spinning to face the bars of the cage door. The guard on the other side retracts a rod between two bars and flings the door open. I crawl out like the animal they think I am and am jerked upwards with quick force. Around me I see the similar cube dwellings of the facilities residents. There are so many of us, rejects and failures. I watch as another victim emerges out of his cage. It's him, the android. I see him a lot these days, from a distance of course. My eyes glance away, unable to bear the sight of his torture. I pity him. I pity us all. Sometimes one of them gets taken away and when they return they have this sunken look about them, as if their souls were ripped out of their very being. As I’m lead away I realize I’m one of them; a victim of this soul-stealing facility. I can feel my tail slowly curl up between my legs as we near our destination. The things they subject me to, the sick mind games they force me to play in the name of science, and it’s a nightmare. I am living in a perpetual nightmare, a fate more cruel than death, on an endless loop.

The guard leads me to my futile throne and I take my place with great hesitation. Leaning my head back against the seat I can see the grim silhouettes of scientist behind the 3-inch thick window looking down at me from the safety of their observation room. As I lay there, the whispers swarm around me. This time, I can hear them clearly. For the first time, they are speaking in unison. One sentence: Break the loop. My eyes trail down to the kitten on the tree and I look back at my onlookers. The corner of my lip curls up.
One day, I’ll be the one watching them “hangin’ there”.

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I still need to post. RPG slipped my mind for the past few days. I'll have mine posted tonight though. Never played in first person but I really like the idea of it n_n I feel like you'd get a better understanding of all the characters this way.

I think I'm the last one who needs to post other than the other person who was interested before. Are we just waiting on me right now or would we wait to hear back from the other guy?

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No you're not being an ass, you're making a good point. I haven't done an rp in a while so hadnt really thought much of that. But I should've n_n actually, I haven't played anyone with animal traits much until now so it'll be interesting. I think it's just a common concept with plots involving experimentation, though.

This will be a good first RP in a long time n_n

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Me too XD I was going to introduce her later on depending on how things go. She'd be like a minor character. If you don't want another character like that then it's totally fine n_n

But I get you e_e need to do something and then something happens. Looking forward to the IC though n_n

Fallout RP

Sounds good to me, as long as there's a Fallout RP with a plot, I'm still in :3 if it comes down to making a new IntChk thread then that's fine n_n

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There was one other character I wanted to do but wasn't sure if it would work for this since you said you wanted it sapient/humanoid. It's a chimera of sorts, quadruped, with above average intelligence, about the same intelligence of an orca or dolphin, a result of additional gene splicing. She's genetically engineered and spliced to have the the traits of various animals in an attempt to create a new species of intelligent creatures with various functionality. Bred in the lab with genes of a domesticated house cat and a panther, scientist modified her with parts from an impala and a hawk. She's about the size of...I'd say a Labrador. They didn't like the way she turned out and abandoned the testing. Because of her intelligence, she can comprehend and respond to most human languages, using a control collar to communicate. She maintains her animistic instincts to begin with. I intended her to just be a companion for Red.

Doesn't matter if I have her in it or not, just curious if she could work. But if she did, during her development she would start to become more human, not physically but mentally. Gain a sense of humanity, sympathy, self-awareness, and independence. Didn't really want to pitch this because I figured one animal-like character was enough and I didn't wanna steal Neil's thunder XD

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I will be free

Name:
"Red" (R3D032096)

Age:
Biologically early–mid 20s, Chronologically 8 months

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Undetermined

Species:
Test Tube baby, grown from DNA of both human and extraterrestrial of unknown origin

Height:
5’8”

Hair Colour:
Brunette

Eye Colour:
Deep Amber

Deformities/odd features:
-An additional 3 feet of vertebrae extend from what should have been the end of his spinal cord. Surrounded by thick muscle, Red’s tail is one of his most noticeable features. It is covered in a bushy coat of snow white fur.
-The circumference of his irises are black and blend with the natural amber pigment the closer it is to the center
-Red exhibits low-level psychic/mental abilities as a result of the unknown alien DNA. His abilities are weak, for now, but he contains untapped, raw potential within his psyche. Red cannot control his abilities for now and suppresses them whenever possible, fearful of his own capabilities ( as well as the “voices” in his head).

General Appearance:
At first glance, Red looks like any ordinary guy you’d out in the world. Seemingly Caucasian in appearance, tall, dark, and bushy-tailed, he tries his best to look like ‘everyone else’. Red maintains the average physique of a fit, healthy individual. His tail trails 3 feet behind him and his covered in a soft, white fur that gets thicker and longer toward the curved end.

Personality:
He was bred to be a soldier but would rather spend his time learning about the outside world than training to destroy it. He has an affinity for knowledge and learns fairly quickly due to his genetically enhanced genes. Though the species of his second DNA donor remain unknown, it is apparent that they are beings of intellect and understanding, accounting for Red’s sensitivity toward others. Red could care less whether he is alone or surrounded by others, however, he doesn't trust easy. He assess a new face with caution.
Once he’s gotten to know you, you’ll find Red to be rather snarky and, for lack of a better term, playful. His is often a coping mechanism for him, to ease his mind off the overwhelming voices and emotions. His inability to control his empathic and telepathic abilities could damage his mental state and cause physical pain. He compensates the pain for laughter and sarcasm.
Like many creatures, Red’s emotions can be interpreted by the gestures and motions of his tail. Personally, Red adores his tail but finds that is can be a burden and a nuisance at times, knocking down objects or thrashing against the wall. Often, he finds himself curling the thing around his waist in order to keep still.
Red isn't the type to get angry very easily, or rather he’s accustom to bottling his emotions from even himself. He’s soft-spoken and tries his best to keep calm and collected. However, when he is pushed to the brink of his last nerve, Red isn't afraid to shout. Naturally, his abilities are tied to his mental state, but due to his inexperience and weak control it is rare for a out-pour of psychic energy to burst from his emotions.

Weaknesses:
-Most vulnerable when using his abilities as they require mental concentration and focus
-Easily susceptible to migraines and other illnesses, most likely as a result of the unknown DNA mixing with human DNA
-Abilities unstable the weaker his state of mind becomes
-His abilities in general at this time.
-Pancakes

History:
Red was created as a prototype for a new line of expendable inter-species psychic soldiers. He was created primarily for intel gathering but was also engineered for combat. His skills were tested often during his growth for scientist to document advancements in his mental and physical abilities. He had the strength of an average human being and showed little promise in becoming the weapon they all hoped he would become. His human DNA gave him a strong sense of sympathy, rendering him a useless as a soldier. Plans were already set to cancel the project. That is until 3 months in his incubation an odd bump appeared on his lower back. The scientists were hopeful that the new tail was key to unlocking his true potential as a weapon. Still, the testing proved futile. They decided to start over, use a different set of DNA and substituting human DNA for that of another species. As per usual, Red’s memories of the last 24 hours were wiped upon entering his incubation chamber. The next time he’d awaken, Red found himself atop the cold interior surface of a steel cage.

Mmmmm...kay XD

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Alrighty. I'll write up a sheet. Haven't done an RP in months, let alone a character sheet n_n I have some questions but I feel like they would be the kind better answered through the story.

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Saw the IntChk. Sounds similar to the idea of a game I was going to make, but scrapped. Would be a good place for me to use one of the characters I concepted, if you're still looking for players. Do the characters have to be human/humanoid in general or origin?