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The Canine Experiment

I know this is random, but I'd just like to say this roleplay reminds me of the Maximum Ride series. Hopefully I'm not the only one lol.

The Canine Experiment

I'm going for B. Pilot is one of the first (or the first?) of his kind, so he shouldn't look too strong. I think it fits Izzy's character more, a tortured animal that is confused yet following orders.

As for the strength of Pilot himself, there's got to be a few other NPC canines in case something does happen, and the scientists would probably keep weapons too.

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Jesse stood amongst the group, hands in his pockets, merely observing. It seemed as though Penelope and crazy Alvira were quickly becoming friends. And the white-haired boy, he hadn't known whom Whitney was before today, and it was strange to him that he hadn't noticed the boy at school or even on the bus. With such a foreign appearance, how could he miss him? Perhaps it was the way Whitney complained about others talking to him--as if Jesse wished to talk to him in the first place--that annoyed Jesse. It annoyed Jesse like a mosquito buzzing in his ear, one he was too lazy to swat away. Whitney was such a whiner; Jesse hoped he would keep his own word and not say anything for the rest of the trip.

When Terraline spoke her witty reply, Jesse's lips twitched up into what could've been a smile, or what may have been a laugh, for a split second. Jesse had always had problems smiling, as he always appeared to be in pain, and he was, most of the time. Her comment was a bit amusing, he could atleast admit that, but when it came down to it, who really was the 'king' here? That question needed not an answer. Bland Terraline, with a quick tongue, who would've thought? Still, it was nothing impressive and probably not necessary, in Jesse's opinion. The less people responding to Whitney, the better.

As he followed the group silently, a slight movement caught his eye. He glanced back to see Saxon digging through some rocks on the ground, clearly up to no good. Jesse audibly scoffed and shook his head. As long as whatever Saxon was planning to pull had nothing to do with him, there were no problems. Jesse figured that a person like Saxon and a person such as himself, could co-exist in this small world. It was a possibility, maybe. Although, coexisting in this small group, Jesse wasn't sure he could handle that. He watched closely as Saxon came back to the group, obviously hiding whatever he found in his hand, and putting whatever he found, on Whitney, whom then proceeded to wiggle around just as the creature that had been put down his shirt. He ignored Saxon's comment, as he was not about to argue whom had the rightful place on the throne. More amusement, but Jesse didn't know whether to applaud or facepalm. This was all somewhat painful to watch, awkward.

Awkwardly, painfully, Jesse found his way over to Penelope and Alvira. He walked beside Penelope for a moment, glancing down at her cautiously. Though he hated mostly everyone--hate really was a strong word, and such a cruel way to address others beneath him--he wished to make an acquaintance for this journey into the wonders of geology. He decided he would only speak to her when he felt like it, as it was too much of a burden to pretend to want to speak to her and listen to her throughout the trip. Still, she seemed the most normal out of all of them, even though she chose not to wear a dress like the girl Jesse would prefer to talk to, that of which was currently talking to that clown, Saxon.

"Penelope," he began in a low voice. He cleared his throat and stared off at the building. God, why did he want to do this in the first place? Why did talking to people have to be so hard? It would be easier if everyone simply adored him the moment they saw him. No, Jesse had to complete the difficult task of friendly communication. As they entered the building, Jesse whispered, "Penelope, correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems as though you're as anxious to get through this as myself. Now, I know it must seem strange that I am speaking to you, as we are from different worlds, but riddle me this: Does your school always participate in lame field trips like this one? From the looks of the building," his hazel eyes glanced around, "this could easily be mistaken for a prison."

The Canine Experiment

Jesse's outwardly mean only when irritated enough. Most of the mean stuff stays in his mind, though a confrontation would surely make the story entertaining.

Au contraire to my character, I actually think the name Pen is pretty cute lol x3

The Canine Experiment

Um, that was my intent ;)

You can see that in his character profile.

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"You don't even know what you're talking about! Flash could totally beat Superman in a race!"

"Superman could just beat him up! The race would be finished by then."

"But that's against the rules!"

Jesse signed heavily as he unwillingly listened to the conversation of the two geeks seated in front of him. They had been talking the whole ride, and not to mention that the girl seated behind him was blasting screamo so loud he could hear it himself. It would be a wonder if she didn't go deaf by the time they reached the facility. He banged his head on the back of the geeks' seat over and over, the repetitive thudding helping him to stay calm, but they continued on as if they didn't feel a thing. In the background he could hear the chatter and giggles of his new school's peppy cheerleaders, and it made him want to cut his own ears out with a dull knife. If only his father hadn't taken his cellphone away, and for such a stupid reason. It would at least give him something less irritating to listen to. "Superman can fly," Jesse mumbled, staring down at his lap. "Therefore it's an unfair race."

One of the geeks twisted in his seat to stare back at him. "You're not even into comics, Jesse Silk," the geek said suspiciously. "Your parents pay the teachers to raise your grades. What would you know anyway?"

Jesse felt his blood begin to boil. He pictured himself winding back and letting a punch go right into the geek's face, breaking his nose and knocking off those stupid glasses. Just the image of it satisfied him. As he opened his mouth to say something smart back, a jump out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Whatever had happened, he had missed it, but the students that had seen it were laughing, and the boy seated across the aisle had a bit of water running down his clothes. "Never mind it was just a tree," said the culprit, and Jesse's eyes moved to rest on Saxon's mischievous face.

"What a clown," he mumbled, snarling at him. He knew Saxon, it seemed like the jokester had some popularity, but not much in Jesse's opinion. Jesse turned to look out the window. "Can't even sit quiet for an hour without trying to get attention," he said to himself. "Great Jesse, you're surrounded by a bunch of losers." In the window, he could see the reflection of the girl behind him, Alvira. The crazy girl. Another clown, just like Saxon.

Jesse exhaled loudly and groaned, just as the dull-looking building came into sight. Before the bus even managed to stop, students were already rushing to get off. Jesse grabbed his backpack which had taken up the seat beside him--due to the fact that no one wished to sit with him, which didn't really surprise him--and slung it on. He stood, wearing dark slacks, a white long-sleeved button-down shirt, and a golden colored vest. Even though he hated this kind of attire, Jesse always prided himself on dressing well. As the teacher began reading off the groups, the realization of exactly all who were in his group sickened him. Jesse figured that as long as he kept his mouth shut the day would go by smoothly, but he couldn't promise that. He just hoped Dante didn't try to start something with him.

Jesse waited for Saxon and Alvira to pass him by. His eyes caught onto a face that had piqued his interest: Terraline Gray. Her dress was as bland as her personality, but Jesse had imagined himself talking to her. He found himself mildly interested in her; for her to be so quiet, she had to be hiding something interesting. Another female in his group, Penelope--he refused to call her 'Pen'--had already gotten outside. Penelope, such a pretty name for such a boyish girl. Jesse knew that if he had a sister, his father would never let her dress like that. And now here he was, in a group with Penelope Galloway, bland Terraline Gray, crazy Alvira, Dante-wannabe-MMA-what's-his-face, and Saxon, whom he knew would irritate him to the very depths of his soul. What were the odds?

After most had exited the bus, Jesse felt it was his turn to leave. He eased pass Mrs. Fliss like a ghost, as she lectured a red-haired boy about still being on the bus. He met eyes with the bus driver as he descended the few stairs, communicating a silent message of pity to the poor man. How much did he get paid for this? Surely not enough. The air felt good on Jesse's skin and his eyes landed on Penelope first. He sauntered over quietly, taking a peek at Alvira's zoned-out eyes, once again feeling a lurch of sickness. This trip would surely be Hell.

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Interesting...

I'll be posting soon.

The Canine Experiment

Name:
Jesse Silk

Age:
17

Appearance:


Jesse stands at a height of 6'1", with hazel eyes and brown hair. He has a medium build, and not many notable features.

Stereotype:
Arrogant Rich Kid

Personality:
Jesse has always had problems controlling his anger. To others, he can seem nice and gentle at the least, and outgoing and passionate at the most, but he takes a turn for the worst when he gets ticked off. Jesse does not often get into fights; he's a master of intimidation and this can usually get people to back down. Not only can he be controlling, possessive, and a bit judgmental, but he also has a huge, invincible ego. The world revolves around him. He is the star of his own 24\7 television show. According to himself, Jesse knows best and should always be sought out in times of need. Though he can be quite a headache, and though he often sticks his nose in areas where it shouldn't belong, his word means all, and as a 'righteous hero', he never falls back on his word.

Biography:
Unsurprisingly, Jesse was raised as a single child within a rich family, of which pretty much stayed away from other families, no matter their wealth. He is nearly a replica of his father, in looks and personality. Whenever his father came home, the maids and servants became quiet, and things in the house seemed to get darker. This was rare, as Jesse's father was usually out making business deals and playing golf. Jesse's mother was different. She was weak and fragile, beautiful but broken on the inside, and to Jesse she was cold-hearted and strange. Because his father was always gone, his mother so distant, and his servants so fearful of him, Jesse spent most nights playing by himself.

When he started school, things changed. Jesse first attended a private school, full of snooty rich kids and dumb potheads that thought they knew the secret to the universe. The teachers and principal clung to him, suffocating him with praise. The girls left confession letters in his locker. Jesse did not talk much to the students, as all of them annoyed him. When he did speak, it was normally just to start an argument because he was already so irritated. He often said hurtful things to the other students and secretly wished the teachers would reprimand him, but they would act as if nothing happened. After a couple of half-hearted fist fights and bleeding gums, Jesse was able to talk his father into sending him to a regular school.

Other:
Jesse agrees that elephants are indeed awesome, though slightly less awesome than their woolly mammoth ancestors.

The Hallows Inn

Adrian glanced up after hearing a familiar voice. When his eyes landed on Llyw's face, he smiled and remained silent as the human took a seat. He had to admit that he appreciated the younger man's presence. It took his mind off of other things, especially after the stressful scene earlier in Rosalinda's bedroom. This room was dark, but peaceful, and Llyw's friendly face allowed Adrian to relax, even if it was only for a moment. “I was very much hoping that you would return. I feared that the lovely Rosalinda might have run you off...” Llyw spoke. Though his tone was cheerful, Adrian's smile faltered and his eyes grew cold. What could he have been implying? Surely, it was merely a joke, nothing to be taken seriously, and Adrian smiled once more, though it seemed less genuine.

He kept that smile as Llyw asked him what his own story was, and his eyebrows raised in slight shock. In Adrian's opinion, his tale was not one of interest. Although, he wished to speak to Llyw, so he decided to answer. "Of course I could not deny such a thing when you've already done so. How did I find myself here? Why, that's a very good question," he chuckled, shaking his head in thought. "You see, an advisor to the king may not seem an important job, but as a strategist I'm as much of a target as any one of the king's men. I've only woken up in Drakenwald, Llyw," Adrian added, taking the opportunity to use the shortened name, "and I ended up finding myself here in this inn. I'm not sure of the culprit as of yet, but I'm not letting this go. For all I know, it could be a plot to harm my king. I've the tongue of an advisor, yet the pride of a knight. My first priority is always my king," Adrian explained.

The tips of his fingers gently carressed the silk of the ribbon. "I know it is not a coincidence that we are all here at once." He leaned forward and continued a low voice. "Perhaps the innkeeper Lazarus knows something? There must be someone here that's hiding something." His brows lowered at the thought that Rosalinda could be one of those 'someones', and he shook the thought away. "Either way, I request your assistance. We are acquaintances now--if not friends--are we not?" Adrian smiled awkwardly. It was a far stretch, but he did not wish to do this alone. Plus, Llywelyn was the only person he had come to know here, and his relationship with Rosalinda was rocky. "I must solve this, but it would be more interesting if you joined me, Llyw. You may take as long as you need to think about it, but that is my offer."

Almost as if on cue, Cook entered and began serving the guests. With abnormal strength for a woman, she snatched Adrian up and out of his seat. As she pulled him towards the kitchen, Adrian turned to call back, "I apologize as I am leaving you once again." Before the door of the kitchen could close, he shouted, "Do think over my offer, won't you?"

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Adrian observed the drunken Rosalinda, seemingly unamused. He sat down the tray onto her bed, then took a seat himself. "Cook told me to bring you these things," he stated plainly. He felt no need to elaborate, as she probably didn't understand what he was saying anyway, and she'd eventually forget such a small detail. "Rosalinda, I know you feel that your perspective is the true view of what happened," he sighed, long strands of dark hair coming free from its tie. "But I have my own view, and I tell you, that...that's not what happened, understand?" He could feel his anger growing, and with the realization he quickly calmed himself. "I'm shocked by your story, and I have no evidence, but the only thing I can do is ask you to believe me. After all we've been through, is it that difficult? You believe some lousy forged note and bandits over me? Do you really believe I'd do something like that to you?!"

Adrian breathed a sigh. "What more can I do? What shall I do for you, to get you to believe me, Rosalinda?"

The Hallows Inn

I've been pretty busy lately, but I'll try to get a post up tomorrow :/