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Now if only I knew how to properly put up a whimsical kind of intro ...
Anyway, let's just skip that part and get down to business.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖:
ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ:
- I'm a 21-year-old dude who likes to chill and write exciting stories.
- I'm only able to post 1-2 times a week due to work and other important matters.
- I've been roleplaying for more than 6 years now, but I don't use my experience as a platform for elitism. However, that doesn't mean I'm favourable towards one-liners and incomprehensible writing.
- English isn't my first language and I admit that I have grammar lapses here and there, but it's not an excuse for me to write poorly. I always aim to improve my writing style by avoiding incoherence and being open towards any constructive feedback. Regarding my level of writing, I'd say I'm around Casual-Advanced.
- I'm a sucker for pretty graphics, hence the fancied-up page.
ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ:
- I play both male and female characters.
- I prefer my partners to write aggressively as I do. It's called collaborative storytelling for a reason.
- Romance is fine, but it's not what I'm really looking for.
- Fandoms aren't really my thing as I normally go with original(inspired in some cases) or well thought-out plots. Unless I get tremendously mused over a television series, movie, or a video game that I have to burst out of my comfort zone in order to recreate a character that I like in my own visionary preferences only to put them in a 'fuck! I have to kill them because I might love them too much' situation, then yes, I can definitely have a thing for that. Otherwise, it's a rare occurrence.
- Smut and anime are in my category of no-no's.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ/ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ:
- Immaturity. I don't really need to elaborate.
- Lack of updates. Yeah real life can be quite tedious and I completely understand that, but if you're unable to post for more than 3 weeks or perhaps a month, then please let me know. The same also applies if you're not interested anymore.
- Though I won't condemn you if your post is going to be less than two paragraphs long (given the fact that there's a good reason behind you doing so), I'd strongly encourage you to at least try putting some effort on what you write. There's always an opportunity for you to make your character progress the plot without resorting to one-liners. Again, if you're no longer interested, you can tell me. I won't force you to continue something that you can't. I'm open to all circumstances and I won't be taking your decisions against you.
ɴᴏᴛᴇs:
- Feel free to suggest your own plot ideas. Besides, I'm not limiting myself to the ones listed here as they're merely storylines I'm currently craving to write. If you want to change the canon characters to your own liking, I'll be needing a quick discussion about that first.
- PM me if you want to start something. Don't post anything here please.
- My timezone is GMT + 8 in case you might wonder.
- I don't require you to have a post every other day. Once a week is good enough. Heck, even once every two weeks is okay with me.
C U R R E N T C R A V I N G S
credits to the artist***Mystery, Supernatural, Post-Apocalyptic
A man wakes up in a run-down and dusty apartment with a lifeless body lying next to him which appears to have been there for quite some time now judging from its rotten smell. He's unaware of the recent events that transpired before waking up in a place he doesn't even remember venturing. He doesn't even know who the body belongs to. The only clear memory he has is going to the supermarket to do some groceries. There is, however, a peculiar memory of him smelling a perfume contained in a potion-like bottle, but it has a jasmine scent, so it's nowhere near strange. As the man gets to his feet, another man approaches him from the dim halls of the building. Resembling a detective from his attire, he looks at the jaded man indifferently.
"I need your help on a case." The detective demands, his voice sounding deep and determined.
"Wait a second, where am I? and how-"
"No time for questions. He needs to be caught or it's all over." Hesitant, the detective grabs the man by his arm, choosing force to get what he wants. The man resists the attempt.
"Wait wait wait wait. Time out, okay? First, get your hands off of me! second, what the hell happened? and third, how the fuck did I end up here?"
The detective sighs, clearly not in the mood for presenting an explanation albeit bothered by the fact that the man sounds completely lost towards his surroundings.
"What? have you been lying here the whole time? Anyway listen, the world has ended. There are only one hundred and twenty-two humans alive and I'm not really sure if I'm right by the numbers. One of them stole a machine that can potentially save humanity. It's our last hope, and I'm not going to let this person have it for personal use."
While not convinced at the slightest, the man nods reluctantly, and although there are still questions running inside of his mind, he follows the detective, leaving the building and his confusion behind. He doesn't have much of a choice anyway. The apartment smells and staying is far from being an irrational decision. Perhaps there can be a perfect time when all of these will be clarified.
O T H E R P L O T S
credits to the artist
***Crime, Drama, Comedy well, sort of
The Martelloname is subject to change family has long lived their reign of intimidation across the whole of New York City, and while local authorities consistently carried out their pursuit to impair their vast undertakings - whether illicit or not - none would dare challenge to purge their overall influence as it was far from an easy endeavor to commence. But with power came with weakness, and the Don of the organization has been growing ill and was in dire need of someone who could continue his tyrannical bequest. No other person could supersede the throne other than the head's only son. The so-called prodigal heir.
The young man grew up to be a rather narcissistic individual, capable of only perceiving the truth in his own, misleading world. Overly deliberate with his social status and physical appearance, it's no surprise that he was somewhat considered as a pseudo-celebrity in the hapless domain of hysterical, yet hormonal youths. But as an individual who seemingly has the world in his hands, one would conclude that every bit of action he had done inscribed his needed satisfaction. It didn't. As spoiled as he could be, his ever-revolving universe still couldn't grant him his longing content.
---
The city has always been considered his home despite the fluctuating crime and a slew of turbulent unrest. He loved the place where he grew up, where he infused his career as a martial arts trainer and where he married the woman of his dreams. Sadly, they all shattered in one fell swoop. Losing his job was one thing, but his wife dying of terminal illness was a tragic moment that had wounded his heart. He moved on, however, and although there almost seemed to be nothing left of him, the city where his dreams were built and destroyed eventually became the center of his attention. It was time for it to be cleansed.
Fight fire with more fire. He entered a phase of his life where condemning the wicked became his central motive. Bring justice through his own reckoning and cleanse the city of the people who were willing to bring it down. He thought he was losing his sanity, but then again, he wished to ask the same of the people who would harm his beloved city without remorse. Notoriety was granted to his pursuit. Now known as a vigilante, he continued his alleged exploits. His target shifted to an organization of interest, one whose vast influence brought nothing but dirt towards the concrete jungle of dreams and aspirations. He has set his foot on the mafia's domain, ready to take on his plans to bring them all down.
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One encounter has altered the flow of events. When the heir read about a known vigilante of the city—coming out of nowhere—he knew he had to make himself involved with the act just to impress his would-be admirers. He then became fascinated with what the crime fighter did, slowly leaning towards the interest of running across the man and asking questions like a child would do whenever met with a favourite action hero. With unsuccessful attempts, the young man grew desperate and tried to use his ingenuity to lure the vigilante. This time, it worked, and as he was given the contact he wished for, he immediately uttered what his intentions demanded.
"First of all, I wanna say that what you do is beyond awesome. Second, is there an open spot for a potential sidekick?"
credits to the artist
***Crime, Drama, Mystery
A man's life has reached its lowest point ever since his girlfriend broke up with him not long before Valentine's day. His bills skyrocketed, he lost his job and he was almost at the point of being homeless due to the fact that his rent was almost up and unfortunately didn't have any money to pay his landlady. He did recover however. It wasn't something that could instantly compensate for all of his losses but it was a decent start to get himself back to his feet.
From a hotel bell boy, he now worked as a taxi driver. While not the best replacement, considering the fact that money was slow, it somehow gave him room for relief. He was mercifully granted to pay a partial amount by his landlady only if he was able to pay full on a specific deadline. He agreed with the terms, though, accompanying that, he sold some of his belongings which included his laptop, his phone and the diamond necklace that was given to him by his mother years before she died from a car accident, all because he knew that he won't be able to pay full in time. It was a difficult decision but out of desperation, and to save himself from being homeless, he had to do it.
- - -
It was strange meeting a man, a passenger of his, who correctly guessed all of what was happening in his life. He didn't admit anything in particular. He may have guessed but he didn't know the man by chance. Small talk among two people inside a cab. He was eccentric, but nowhere near as a 50-year-old with a gruff-sounding voice. He appeared to be in his mid 30s. Neatly groomed and wearing a trench coat and a hat, the driver guessed he was a businessman or a lawyer of some sort. There was a folder he was holding. Some of the words were seen from the printed text of a fastened paperwork. It was a name, and as he tried to read it whilst driving, he was caught by surprise, nearly colliding with a car towards an intersection.
The passenger flipped a page of a folded newspaper, he started to tell about the case he was working on. Four people had gone missing and all happened a week after Valentine's day. Names were spoken and believed to be the victims since they were a total of four; one of them was the name caught from the file case. The driver cleared his throat before mustering the nerve to share what he just recognized. When he gestured, the passenger was all ears.
"I know one of them. She was my girlfriend."
He was curious yet concerned as to what happened, but when the passenger offered him an opportunity to work alongside, the man debated over the choice of refusal or taking the offer.
credits to the artist
***Crime, Drama
Starting anew was his main goal, but moving to a new environment proved to be a challenge. With no one he knew who could serve as a guide on how to get around the vast metropolitan, he needed to be self-reliant in order to do some adjustments. However, past experiences gave him a general idea of sustenance and while he has some doubts about it, optimism was set for the first day he'd be spending among a thriving populace.
His first day of working as a hospital clerk wasn't quite easy. Of course that was given since one's first day at the job meant adapting to the different procedures and requirements contrasting to the previous employment. But within weeks, he was able to get used to most of those. With newly gained friends, his state of complete loneliness receded and was even granted a guide of the city out of sheer generosity. Everything was turning out to be far from what he expected ... but that was just the first part of it. With one committed mistake, he was about to embark on an adventure towards the darker sides of the city.
When he stumbled at an alley where gangsters loitered around, he was having some thoughts about getting in trouble. Haplessly, he did. What's worse was that the group of armed men thought he was a member of an opposing gangster group. He pleaded and despite trying his best to convince them that he wasn't, the men were far from believing. He was taken to a warehouse where explosives and flammable materials were hidden. The men planned to execute him but needed to confirm the act to their boss first. The boss later agreed as it would be a good message to send to their enemies.
He was hopeless but desperate to escape. When he was left alone before his execution, he planned to sneak past the man who was assigned to guard him. Realizing how poorly his bounds were made, he was free in no time. He was quickly spotted however and as he made a quick run, he was caught yet again. But he resisted, putting up a fight even when he knew the man was armed. With a close call, their brawl abruptly ended as the man's gun fell. Its trigger was clicked from the impact, firing a bullet towards the stash of explosives and combustible materials. Explosion brought the warehouse in devastation, setting everything ablaze. The men who were meeting outside were either caught by the explosion and died or made a run for their lives.
He was lucky.
Waking up at a hospital gave him immediate thoughts of heaven ... though it was far from that. Opening his eyes, a man sat in front of him, smiling. The person was completely unfamiliar, not that he could remember knowing but as he stood up, he knew the person was going to be trouble.
"You helped us win. I owe you something in return."
A few talks thereafter, the man identified himself as the leader of a gangster group, the ones who were the enemies of the men who planned to kill him. It was an on-going turf war and so far, the victor was now declared. He was then offered a position in the man's line of business, a position where great fortune awaited. How everything was explained seemed to be convincing, but his response was obviously a refusal. The man gave him several chances to decide before he would leave, but was still given the same response nonetheless. He was given the courtesy from the visit and left.
But it didn't end there. Days after the incident, he knew the man wasn't going to take no for an answer.
***Drama, Music
He was a jazz musician, looking for a new job with a decent pay. He needed money, not because his rent won't pay itself in due time, but his mother was ill and buying the required medications was his top priority.
When he heard about a five-star restaurant's job ad for musicians, he knew he had to apply. Not only was it seen as an opportunity for his skills to be recognized, it was also a huge aid to make his and her mom's lives better. However, the owner of the said restaurant demanded a given experience in theatre play, in which he didn't have. It wasn't even included in the list of qualifications, so he earnestly asked if he could be given a chance to be hired. 'No' was the final answer.
Unhappy and disappointed for having his time wasted, he released his frustrations in the form of playing his saxophone in front of the customers—which was apparently not authorized. People were drawn to how surprisingly good he was with the instrument, but the play was abrupt as he was assisted outside by security. One particular man—a customer of the restaurant as well—followed him outside. The man gave his compliments on how great the short play was, but that was only a part of his introduction. When he cleared his throat, an offer was extended.
What the man intended to do was to have him part of his band who were, as mentioned, participating at a competition for jazz musicians. He wasn't interested at first since getting a job was more important than some competition. However, when the man spoke of a cash prize of $30,000 and an opportunity to obtain a deal with a recording studio, he was lost between the choices of joining and declining. Nonetheless, he was given the man's contact information if in case he decided to become part of the ambitious endeavor.
Quick Notes: So this may sound simple but what I aim to have here is purely conflict between the two individuals (the man who is in a band and the jazz musician) as they set their differences and argue about their separate views on music, Character A (the man with the band) is the traditionally artistic type of person who sees music as a formatted piece of art that should not be tainted with one's personalized interpretations and renditions while Character B (the jazz musician) proves to be the opposite and just wanted to play music because it's what gives him inspiration. I also want to find out if, eventually, their differences will destroy the band or if they can find a way to blend in their dissimilar understandings on music to help them win the competition. I just wanted to put a note here just in case you have a vague understanding of what the plot should be. Of course, this can also be open for changes or any additions that you plan to provide.
He was a jazz musician, looking for a new job with a decent pay. He needed money, not because his rent won't pay itself in due time, but his mother was ill and buying the required medications was his top priority.
When he heard about a five-star restaurant's job ad for musicians, he knew he had to apply. Not only was it seen as an opportunity for his skills to be recognized, it was also a huge aid to make his and her mom's lives better. However, the owner of the said restaurant demanded a given experience in theatre play, in which he didn't have. It wasn't even included in the list of qualifications, so he earnestly asked if he could be given a chance to be hired. 'No' was the final answer.
Unhappy and disappointed for having his time wasted, he released his frustrations in the form of playing his saxophone in front of the customers—which was apparently not authorized. People were drawn to how surprisingly good he was with the instrument, but the play was abrupt as he was assisted outside by security. One particular man—a customer of the restaurant as well—followed him outside. The man gave his compliments on how great the short play was, but that was only a part of his introduction. When he cleared his throat, an offer was extended.
What the man intended to do was to have him part of his band who were, as mentioned, participating at a competition for jazz musicians. He wasn't interested at first since getting a job was more important than some competition. However, when the man spoke of a cash prize of $30,000 and an opportunity to obtain a deal with a recording studio, he was lost between the choices of joining and declining. Nonetheless, he was given the man's contact information if in case he decided to become part of the ambitious endeavor.
Quick Notes: So this may sound simple but what I aim to have here is purely conflict between the two individuals (the man who is in a band and the jazz musician) as they set their differences and argue about their separate views on music, Character A (the man with the band) is the traditionally artistic type of person who sees music as a formatted piece of art that should not be tainted with one's personalized interpretations and renditions while Character B (the jazz musician) proves to be the opposite and just wanted to play music because it's what gives him inspiration. I also want to find out if, eventually, their differences will destroy the band or if they can find a way to blend in their dissimilar understandings on music to help them win the competition. I just wanted to put a note here just in case you have a vague understanding of what the plot should be. Of course, this can also be open for changes or any additions that you plan to provide.
***Science fiction, Dystopian, Mystery, Drama
The future didn't seem to be very bright and while technology has advanced towards the point where we could just initiate a command by using spoken words, it didn't become as the utopia as we all dreamed it to be. People were divided based on society's demands for economic balance, oligarchs rose to rule with their tyrannical ideologies and worst was that fear became a common language among ordinary folk who wished to have nothing but normal lives.
When a contagious disease killed a large number of people between Upsilon and Omega, two of the lower castes of the city of Avera, the oligarchs have initiated legal actions to put the divisions in quarantine and avoid risking the disease to reach the upper castes. Of course, the people of these castes were not happy with what was decided, so a riot broke, resulting to several people getting injured as they were pacified by police force. Anarchists theorized that what was decided upon was only an excuse for the oligarchs to gain more control of the castes. No one really knew the truth. Everything was always based with what the media would spew, in which was also under the oligarch's jurisdiction.
Martial law was then dictated, and while it did stop the riots from worsening, it failed to restrain the disease's rampant spree of killing the unfortunate. Numbers rose alarmingly high ever since its inception and people from the upper castes were given complete restriction from venturing to areas prone to the disease.
A group of young individuals have been seeking truths about the oppressive oligarchy's machinations long before the disease became the central focus of the populace. Now it was time for them to take off on a risky journey to uncover what really is behind the disease and if the Anarchists were speaking the truth, that all of it were mere fabrications made to perpetuate the oligarchy's rule. Whatever their pursuits hold, will they be prepared for the dire consequences that awaits them?
Quick Notes: This is heavily inspired by a novel I've just read. The number of characters will be four wherein we'll be having 2 each. More information about the world stated in this plot (like the culture, technology, political influence, and etc.) will be discussed through PM.
The future didn't seem to be very bright and while technology has advanced towards the point where we could just initiate a command by using spoken words, it didn't become as the utopia as we all dreamed it to be. People were divided based on society's demands for economic balance, oligarchs rose to rule with their tyrannical ideologies and worst was that fear became a common language among ordinary folk who wished to have nothing but normal lives.
When a contagious disease killed a large number of people between Upsilon and Omega, two of the lower castes of the city of Avera, the oligarchs have initiated legal actions to put the divisions in quarantine and avoid risking the disease to reach the upper castes. Of course, the people of these castes were not happy with what was decided, so a riot broke, resulting to several people getting injured as they were pacified by police force. Anarchists theorized that what was decided upon was only an excuse for the oligarchs to gain more control of the castes. No one really knew the truth. Everything was always based with what the media would spew, in which was also under the oligarch's jurisdiction.
Martial law was then dictated, and while it did stop the riots from worsening, it failed to restrain the disease's rampant spree of killing the unfortunate. Numbers rose alarmingly high ever since its inception and people from the upper castes were given complete restriction from venturing to areas prone to the disease.
A group of young individuals have been seeking truths about the oppressive oligarchy's machinations long before the disease became the central focus of the populace. Now it was time for them to take off on a risky journey to uncover what really is behind the disease and if the Anarchists were speaking the truth, that all of it were mere fabrications made to perpetuate the oligarchy's rule. Whatever their pursuits hold, will they be prepared for the dire consequences that awaits them?
Quick Notes: This is heavily inspired by a novel I've just read. The number of characters will be four wherein we'll be having 2 each. More information about the world stated in this plot (like the culture, technology, political influence, and etc.) will be discussed through PM.
***Dystopian, Mystery, Drama
The number of Deviants running unconfined across Meta has severely dwindled. OBSIDIAN now showed efficiency towards their jobs and more parents signed the government's order to have their Deviant children sent to camps where their genes were to be extinguished and re-modified. While they were considered as the government's responsibilities, their rights held no differences from ordinary human beings. Any heinous crimes committed against them were punishable and would be served by justice.
One particular detective was appointed to a case of a murdered Deviant who was reportedly shot and had the body thrown to a lake located at the outskirts of Meta. As what was stated, it wasn't OBSIDIAN's job to collect the dead, but rather, the P.D.'s, as the genes of deceased Deviants were still of good use and could be harvested. The detective's job was simple. Gather information and interrogate the people who were suspected of the crime. When an unlikely person stood to the police and admitted his involvement with the murder, the detective took whatever information was given, including the exact location where the body was dumped.
After everything was taken into account, the man was locked up. Preparations were made to find the body but the detective was slightly doubtful of the handed details. When he arrived at the described whereabouts, his expectations of a worst-case scenario took place right in front of his eyes. The police unit escorting him was attacked. He was spared, but it didn't take long before the person behind the ambush was revealed. It was the Deviant who was supposed to be dead.
It turned out that the person knew who the detective was, and the identity he hid for so long as being one of them. Joining their cause was the price to be paid for sparing his life. Otherwise, exposing him to OBSIDIAN was what the Deviant planned to do next.
To make this not a humongous wall of text, I'll just put in the essential details to give you the general gist of what the plot's universe is going to be. So we're going to include superpowered humans here, in which are called as 'Deviants'. Long story short, they were non-existent, not until a scientific breakthrough gave birth to the first ever Deviant which helped launch the inception of the government's strategy of strengthening their military by augmenting volunteer soldiers with specialized serums that unsurprisingly grant them ... superpowers! Of course, results aren't instantaneous. Subjects are induced through various stages of development, mostly to manifest their abilities and have them completely synchronized within their bodies in order for them to be compatible with their new given abilities and also to avoid blowing themselves up by the time their abilities are fully manifested. So with that being said, experimentation and a whole lot of other stuff are being consented by the subjects as supported by the agreement they signed. At least in that way, we can say that these are not forced endeavors and are solely reliant on volunteers.and also because forced human experimentation is such a conventional plot device to storytelling nowadays, so let's be a bit hipster in the mean time, okay?
Anyway, failures were committed here and there, blah blah blah and then bam! one of the Deviants rebelled after being lied at, or at least something between the lines of not fulfilling what was stated at the signed agreement. His abilities failed to manifest, which then resulted to deformities and his body being completely exposed to radiation. Normally the government's protocol was to dispose the subjects when they're not able to go through the development stage, which means breaking the subject's agreement and killing them, later extending the tragic news of death towards their respective families and telling them how the overall process were permitted even though some of them weren't (that includes killing them after shit goes wrong). However, this angry Deviant refuses to be killed and despite how his abilities weren't activated, Deviant genes were still in his system, ready to be unleashed into a surging mass of energy pressure unless de-powered.
Incident struck thereafter, in which the aforementioned Deviant escaped his appointed facility and broke free towards an area of thriving populace. Later on, his body succumbed to radiation, blowing itself up in front of thousands who watched in either shock or bewilderment. On the incident's aftermath, scientists found out that the Deviant's supposed abilities were power absorption and gifting, in which he can obtain another Deviant's ability and then grant it to an individual whenever he pleases. However, due to development's it dissipated the Deviant's genes into an infectious yet harmless radiation, affecting people who witnessed the scene. Those who were exposed now possessed a Deviant's gene where, in due time, would manifest into a superhuman ability. What the scientists feared was the development stage where each exposed individual would undergo. Their methods of experimentation were later revealed as merely tools to help further their research, and also to devise an easier method of hastening the development stage without the cost of a Deviant's life. In truth, a Deviant's development stage can actually just go through without these said methods, but that didn't mean that they won't be experiencing several kinds of sickness/side effects like prolonged headaches, nausea, fever and etc.
So that's the Deviants' initial genesis. In the universe's present time, their numbers grew rampant, but a government-funded agency called OBSIDIAN was established for the purpose of containing them and avoid any further damage their abilities might cause. When times grew desperate, an order was proposed by the government in the form of a contract. Once signed by a Deviant's family, relative, or legal guardian, permission is granted to have them sent to facilities where their Deviant genes would be de-powered and used. Of course, none knew if the known process could potentially kill a child let alone damage their physical bodies, but in a world where these kinds of people could bring destruction and chaos, should parents be selfish and not help preserve a safe environment for all?
I understand that this can be a bit fuzzy given that this is still a rough sketch of the RP's history and universe. We can always have this discussed through PM if further clarifications and explanations are needed. Should you have any ideas you want to add for this universe, just tell me and we'll have that arranged. In fact, I encourage you to have some ideas to contribute as I plan to engage on world building first before bringing all of these to a start.
Okay, so maybe this turned out to be a humongous wall of text. Sorry about that.
Anyway, failures were committed here and there, blah blah blah and then bam! one of the Deviants rebelled after being lied at, or at least something between the lines of not fulfilling what was stated at the signed agreement. His abilities failed to manifest, which then resulted to deformities and his body being completely exposed to radiation. Normally the government's protocol was to dispose the subjects when they're not able to go through the development stage, which means breaking the subject's agreement and killing them, later extending the tragic news of death towards their respective families and telling them how the overall process were permitted even though some of them weren't (that includes killing them after shit goes wrong). However, this angry Deviant refuses to be killed and despite how his abilities weren't activated, Deviant genes were still in his system, ready to be unleashed into a surging mass of energy pressure unless de-powered.
Incident struck thereafter, in which the aforementioned Deviant escaped his appointed facility and broke free towards an area of thriving populace. Later on, his body succumbed to radiation, blowing itself up in front of thousands who watched in either shock or bewilderment. On the incident's aftermath, scientists found out that the Deviant's supposed abilities were power absorption and gifting, in which he can obtain another Deviant's ability and then grant it to an individual whenever he pleases. However, due to development's it dissipated the Deviant's genes into an infectious yet harmless radiation, affecting people who witnessed the scene. Those who were exposed now possessed a Deviant's gene where, in due time, would manifest into a superhuman ability. What the scientists feared was the development stage where each exposed individual would undergo. Their methods of experimentation were later revealed as merely tools to help further their research, and also to devise an easier method of hastening the development stage without the cost of a Deviant's life. In truth, a Deviant's development stage can actually just go through without these said methods, but that didn't mean that they won't be experiencing several kinds of sickness/side effects like prolonged headaches, nausea, fever and etc.
So that's the Deviants' initial genesis. In the universe's present time, their numbers grew rampant, but a government-funded agency called OBSIDIAN was established for the purpose of containing them and avoid any further damage their abilities might cause. When times grew desperate, an order was proposed by the government in the form of a contract. Once signed by a Deviant's family, relative, or legal guardian, permission is granted to have them sent to facilities where their Deviant genes would be de-powered and used. Of course, none knew if the known process could potentially kill a child let alone damage their physical bodies, but in a world where these kinds of people could bring destruction and chaos, should parents be selfish and not help preserve a safe environment for all?
I understand that this can be a bit fuzzy given that this is still a rough sketch of the RP's history and universe. We can always have this discussed through PM if further clarifications and explanations are needed. Should you have any ideas you want to add for this universe, just tell me and we'll have that arranged. In fact, I encourage you to have some ideas to contribute as I plan to engage on world building first before bringing all of these to a start.
Okay, so maybe this turned out to be a humongous wall of text. Sorry about that.
The number of Deviants running unconfined across Meta has severely dwindled. OBSIDIAN now showed efficiency towards their jobs and more parents signed the government's order to have their Deviant children sent to camps where their genes were to be extinguished and re-modified. While they were considered as the government's responsibilities, their rights held no differences from ordinary human beings. Any heinous crimes committed against them were punishable and would be served by justice.
One particular detective was appointed to a case of a murdered Deviant who was reportedly shot and had the body thrown to a lake located at the outskirts of Meta. As what was stated, it wasn't OBSIDIAN's job to collect the dead, but rather, the P.D.'s, as the genes of deceased Deviants were still of good use and could be harvested. The detective's job was simple. Gather information and interrogate the people who were suspected of the crime. When an unlikely person stood to the police and admitted his involvement with the murder, the detective took whatever information was given, including the exact location where the body was dumped.
After everything was taken into account, the man was locked up. Preparations were made to find the body but the detective was slightly doubtful of the handed details. When he arrived at the described whereabouts, his expectations of a worst-case scenario took place right in front of his eyes. The police unit escorting him was attacked. He was spared, but it didn't take long before the person behind the ambush was revealed. It was the Deviant who was supposed to be dead.
It turned out that the person knew who the detective was, and the identity he hid for so long as being one of them. Joining their cause was the price to be paid for sparing his life. Otherwise, exposing him to OBSIDIAN was what the Deviant planned to do next.
