Invader Len

Strange World

Andy smiled as the boy acknowledged him with a short nod and a smile, realizing that these people were not lotus eaters, nor were they illusions. If anything, they were like him. Strangers in a strange land. People out of place, and out of time. And definitely not from Oklahoma.

He looked down as the girl now spoke to him, surprised by how light and high pitched her voice was. Huh, so this was what kids sounded like? He wondered if that had been was he had sounded like when he was her age. He hadn't practiced with his voice enough to get a good understanding of what he sounded like, and he wasn't about to do that in front of others. God, that would be embarrassing enough of an introduction. He grew up with people thinking he was somehow not right in the head, he didn't need strangers thinking that as well.

The girl skipped over to him, and he was surprised by how closely she was examining him, his face in particular. She had a bright smile on her face, the kind children wore out of honest innocence. He remembered smiling like that once, though his had been wiped off at an early age. He had never had much experience with young girls, as Parkington's had been a home only for boys, but he had this suspicion that they could be just as cruel. This child, however, she didn't have a mote of malice in her, at least, none that he could see. Taking his hand, she led him down towards one hallway. He didn't even bother looking at the other one, he knew instinctively that was the way to the lotus eaters. Instead, the girl led him down a hallway that was made of hot coals, with barbed vines and thorny vines cropping out all over the place. Andy flinched back. Good god, this couldn't be the next test, could it? First mental torture, then emotional torture, and now physical? Whatever force they were working towards, it sure didn't want nobody weak of heart to get to it. The other fellow had already taken his shoes off and was slowly making his way down the hall.

Not wanting to be left behind, Andy followed suit. He slipped off his boots and socks, stuffing the socks into his pockets before he tied the laces of his boots together, slinging them around his neck. Next, he rolled his pants up to his knees, not wanting them to catch the flame. He looked at the hot coals, feeling a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, before glancing back down at the girl. She was so small and young... How could she possibly get through this field on her own? He looked ahead at the other fellow, before giving a long sigh. Kneeling down, Andy gestured for the girl to climb up onto his back in a piggy-back fashion, his pale blue eyes meeting hers. Like hell he was gonna let a kid go through that kind of torture, if he had anything to say about it. She was short enough that if she tripped, the fire would eat her up and leave nothing but her bones. Besides, years of hard work had made him strong. He knew his way around barbed wire and branding irons, he could probably deal with it better than she could.

Science of Animals

@Fubsy@Invader Len How about all 3 of us run it together once we're all caught up with the show?

@RokkuHoshi

That sounds like a good idea. I've watched all the episodes already. Pace yourselves! The next season doesn't come out for a few months.

Science of Animals

XD I eat breakfast an I miss a miraculous conversation?!
[@Fusby] You have such a wonderful journey ahead of you, dear child.

And I've seen miraculous RPs done in 1x1, but I don't think I've seen one for general. It would have to have a new plot if done with OCs, given that there'd be new characters and thus new evils. Maybe I could think up something like that, it might take a little while though to plan.

Science of Animals

@RokkuHoshi XD Her name is Alya, not Arya. She doesn't get her family killed by the Lannisters (that I'm aware of)

But yeah, Alya is a BAMF, and her akumatized form, Lady Wifi, it's like, I didn't know iPhones could be such a threat to society. XD

Science of Animals

@Invader Len "Well, hey! I am head over heels to see you, milady." Your signature got me curious. I LOVE IT!

@RokkuHoshi

XD Yeah, Miraculous Ladybug is my newest passion. Chat Noir is my favorite character, if you couldn't tell.

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

Jericho

Name: Jericho Mason

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Height: 5'7"

Weight: 150 lbs

Personality: Jericho is a cheery, pleasant, and cautious young man. A rookie on the force, he barely has a weeks worth of detail under his belt. Sharp, intelligent, and cunning, Jericho unfortunately lacks a lot of street smarts. He blindly puts his faith in authority and in his superiors, and truly believes that destroying the Children of Darkness will keep people safe. He has not met any thus far, but propaganda is a powerful tool, and has shaped Jericho since he was young. He is a very moral man, however, disapproving of theft, murder, hacking, and other serious crimes. His greatest wish is to protect and support his family and the many others in Domino City, though it is clear he has a lot to learn.

Bio: Jericho was born in the R&D ring to a wealthy family. His father was an inventor, his mother a pharmacist. Both were kind, upstanding citizens who raised their three children, Ramah, Nineveh, and Jericho. Ramah, the eldest brother, was sharp and sly, and took an interest in politics. Nineveh, the only daughter, was childish and longed to become and actress. And Jericho, the youngest, initially wanted to become an inventor like his father.

But things fall apart in Domino City, and not even the wealthy are safe from bad fortune. Jericho's father and mother were killed during an explosion that caused a small outbreak of the mutagen, and his sister Nineveh went blind from exposure. The incident was branded as a terrorist attack by Children of Darkness sympathizers, leading to a police crackdown. Ramah, now an adult, worked to take care of his younger siblings, securing a job as aide to a prominent politician. Nineveh was no longer able to support herself with her frail body, moved to the Political Ring with her older brother, and Jericho tried to pick up the pieces. Determined to not allow any other families be destroyed by mindless violence, he applied for a job as a security officer, eventually moving up from security to the main taskforce. Now, like many others, he works to hunt the Children of Darkness, believing them to be harmful terrorists or mindless monsters. Though inexperienced, he is highly determined, and values truth, honor, and security over power or freedom.

Skills: Having worked in his father's footsteps from a young age, Jericho has an astute knowledge of machinery and computers, particularly nano machines. He design his suit himself, going off of his father's initial designs. The suit he considers a prototype, hoping to improve it by field testing it on his missions. In addition, he is well versed in ancient religions, and considers himself a deist. He is aware of basic first aid, and has an average understanding of health and anatomy. His social skills, particularly with girls, could clearly use a touch up.

Tech: His armor is made of a network of self-replicating nano machines, who create a kevlar-like armor that can stop bullets, absorb kinetic and plasma energy, and is even water and fire proof. However, it is weak to electricity, and needs to recharge once every 48 hours, or the nano machines cease replicating. They are not fully immune to damage, and the suit can be broken or torn if there is enough stress. Generally, however, the nano machines replicate quickly enough to repair any damage to the overall suit. His nano suit also has camouflaging capabilities, though they can't hide his thermal signature. His suit can deactivate and retreat to a his belt, boots, and gloves for easy access and storage. The facial screen turns clear to show his face when speaking to others.

In addition, he wears a type of lens in his eye that acts as night vision, thermal vision, and facial recognition. The lens is so thin that it blends right into his iris, and is almost impossible to detect.

He wears an earpiece that acts as a phone, a video and voice recorder, and allows him to communicate with members of his team.

For weapons, he carries a standard issue plasma pistol, 2 stun grenades, an expandable electric baton, and a serrated combat knife, no mods. Because it's good to carry a backup in case all that tech fails.

Possessions:
- A bronze locket that he carries with him at all times, containing a holographic picture of his family.
- A "lucky" Captain Domino action figure he keeps in his locker.
-SeReNaI, or Self-Replicating Nano Intelligence. An artificial intelligence unit contained in a microchip in his collar that manages the programming and maintenance of the Nano Suit.

Other: Jericho is incredibly naive around women, having had little luck in talking to them outside his family and Serenai.
He also can't hold his liquor, and is scared of heights. Has a soft spot for small animals, children, pretty girls, and computers. He is on good terms with his brother, but suspects he's not always as honest or clean as he appears. Has a major sweet tooth.

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

Jericho

Name: Jericho Mason

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Height: 5'7"

Weight: 150 lbs

Personality: Jericho is a cheery, pleasant, and cautious young man. A rookie on the force, he barely has a weeks worth of detail under his belt. Sharp, intelligent, and cunning, Jericho unfortunately lacks a lot of street smarts. He blindly puts his faith in authority and in his superiors, and truly believes that destroying the Children of Darkness will keep people safe. He has not met any thus far, but propaganda is a powerful tool, and has shaped Jericho since he was young. He is a very moral man, however, disapproving of theft, murder, hacking, and other serious crimes. His greatest wish is to protect and support his family and the many others in Domino City, though it is clear he has a lot to learn.

Bio: Jericho was born in the R&D ring to a wealthy family. His father was an inventor, his mother a pharmacist. Both were kind, upstanding citizens who raised their three children, Ramah, Nineveh, and Jericho. Ramah, the eldest brother, was sharp and sly, and took an interest in politics. Nineveh, the only daughter, was childish and longed to become and actress. And Jericho, the youngest, initially wanted to become an inventor like his father.

But things fall apart in Domino City, and not even the wealthy are safe from bad fortune. Jericho's father and mother were killed during an explosion that caused a small outbreak of the mutagen, and his sister Nineveh went blind from exposure. The incident was branded as a terrorist attack by Children of Darkness sympathizers, leading to a police crackdown. Ramah, now an adult, worked to take care of his younger siblings, securing a job as aide to a prominent politician. Nineveh was no longer able to support herself with her frail body, moved to the Political Ring with her older brother, and Jericho tried to pick up the pieces. Determined to not allow any other families be destroyed by mindless violence, he applied for a job as a security officer, eventually moving up from security to the main taskforce. Now, like many others, he works to hunt the Children of Darkness, believing them to be harmful terrorists or mindless monsters. Though inexperienced, he is highly determined, and values truth, honor, and security over power or freedom.

Skills: Having worked in his father's footsteps from a young age, Jericho has an astute knowledge of machinery and computers, particularly nano machines. He design his suit himself, going off of his father's initial designs. The suit he considers a prototype, hoping to improve it by field testing it on his missions. In addition, he is well versed in ancient religions, and considers himself a deist. He is aware of basic first aid, and has an average understanding of health and anatomy. His social skills, particularly with girls, could clearly use a touch up.

Tech: His armor is made of a network of self-replicating nano machines, who create a kevlar-like armor that can stop bullets, absorb kinetic and plasma energy, and is even water and fire proof. However, it is weak to electricity, and needs to recharge once every 48 hours, or the nano machines cease replicating. They are not fully immune to damage, and the suit can be broken or torn if there is enough stress. Generally, however, the nano machines replicate quickly enough to repair any damage to the overall suit. His nano suit also has camouflaging capabilities, though they can't hide his thermal signature. His suit can deactivate and retreat to a his belt, boots, and gloves for easy access and storage. The facial screen turns clear to show his face when speaking to others.

In addition, he wears a type of lens in his eye that acts as night vision, thermal vision, and facial recognition. The lens is so thin that it blends right into his iris, and is almost impossible to detect.

He wears an earpiece that acts as a phone, a video and voice recorder, and allows him to communicate with members of his team.

For weapons, he carries a standard issue plasma pistol, 2 stun grenades, an expandable electric baton, and a serrated combat knife, no mods. Because it's good to carry a backup in case all that tech fails.

Possessions:
- A bronze locket that he carries with him at all times, containing a holographic picture of his family.
- A "lucky" Captain Domino action figure he keeps in his locker.
-SeReNaI, or Self-Replicating Nano Intelligence. An artificial intelligence unit contained in a microchip in his collar that manages the programming and maintenance of the Nano Suit.

Other: Jericho is incredibly naive around women, having had little luck in talking to them outside his family and Serenai.
He also can't hold his liquor, and is scared of heights. Has a soft spot for small animals, children, pretty girls, and computers. He is on good terms with his brother, but suspects he's not always as honest or clean as he appears. Has a major sweet tooth.

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

I'll get a CS up when I get back home in a few hours. Super excited!!!

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City [Recruiting Thread!]

Wow, lots of stuff happened while I was asleep!

@Rakurai, I'll be playing an officer hopefully, though I'm always open to being Children as well. I have characters suited to both sides, so whichever side needs to be evened up. I'll wait for the OOC to be made before I decide, though, and wait to see if additional interest accumulates.

Wow, oppressing mutants sure is a more popular job than I thought it'd be! XD

Science of Animals

The first thing that happened was that he took a shower. His thin hospital gown was slicked with sweat from his hot flashes, and it was taken away to be disposed of. Nat didn't mind that Dr. Quincy remained in the room with him, explaining the procedure that had occurred. Nat only half listened, his ears flattened to his head to keep out water. Out of habit he had turned the faucet to warm, and reacted like the water was boiling hot. Now, he cranked it to as cold as it could be, feeling the cool relief of water on his skin. It didn't feel cold at all, though he knew it was. It felt refreshing, cleansing, revitalizing. Like it was giving him life again. He stayed in the shower perhaps a little longer than he should have, just enjoying the freezing droplets on his skin. Finally, the second orderly returned, bringing with him a big, fluffy towel, and real clothes.

Real clothes. The picture surprised him, and he was overjoyed. How many days and nights had he spent in an exposing hospital gown, thin and scratchy against his sensitive skin? He hadn't even had underwear beneath it, and he had to be constantly mindful of how he sat, lest some scientist in an observing room get an undeserved peek at his family jewels.

He happily pulled on the clothes, not caring that they were all a bleached, sterile white. White underwear, white pants, a white high-collared shirt with long sleeves. The sleeves he was grateful for, covering up the long, angry scars that reached from his wrists to the middle of his forearm. Other scars were, unfortunately, visible, the slices and slashes on his fingers and palms, the sideways cuts on his wrist that peeked out from his cuffs from his first attempts at suicide. He hadn't known at first that to be effective, you had to cut the artery along your arm, not across it. Teen dramas and trashy TV had lied to him.

But he put his scars out of sight, and out of mind. No one needed to see them, or ask about them. He pulled on the sterile slippers for his feet, and stuck his hands in his pockets, signaling to Quincy that he was ready. And just like that, no tasers, no handcuffs, no tranquilizers or armed guards, he was led out of the room. The perks of being a cooperative subject, he thought to himself, as they passed by a window that allowed him to see to the outside, ever so briefly. There was a beach out there, white and sandy, with palm trees and tropical shrubs, like something out of a tourist pamphlet. There were more forboding grey buildings, and a helipad on one of the roofs, likely for supplies. And out in front of the building, on the ground below him, he saw a group of strange characters, half-human, half-.... Other things. A boy with a shrimp-like shell, a girl with a monkey's tail, a young man with butterfly wings, another who looked quite a bit like himself, but whose tail was thinner, like a cat's. There was a slick, almost eel like man among them as well, a girl with long dark wings sprouting from her shoulders, and possibly the youngest, a girl in a wheelchair, though she was oriented away from him, so he couldn't see what was wrong with her. He stopped and stared out the window for a brief moment, his cold eyes observing the other subjects below. So, Quincy hadn't been lying when he said there were others. For a second he considered turning around and going out to greet them, to find comfort and solace in the fact that he wasn't alone. And then that second was gone, and he turned away, following Quincy down the hall. None of the others were wearing proper clothes, all still in their hospital gowns. That meant they hadn't volunteered for testing.

He felt rage boil up in his stomach, making him grit his teeth. Of course, this experiment had probably collected other troubled teens, like himself. And if they were anything like the others in the mental ward, they probably wouldn't volunteer. He clenched his fists, his animalistic anger bubbling up again. How selfish! How stupid! This whole experiment was a mistake, an accident! He couldn't be the only subject volunteering, right? He couldn't be the only one who still trusted the scientists, right? He couldn't be the only one who wanted to turn back! Swallowing the bile welling up from his throat, Nat banished the thoughts of the other subjects from his mind, bottling up his resentment. Who cared about them, if they wanted to stay animals, they could. He was going to find a way to turn back, then return to Paris and never set foot in a hospital ever again!

He followed Quincy deeper into the facility, finally being led into a wide, white room. It was completely empty, with one wall have a wide window that he couldn't look into. Probably an observation room. There was a speaker and mic on the wall as well, and high above were air vents, too small to be crawled through. He wasn't worried about escape. Freedom was the last thing on his mind. He was used to living in cages. He looked behind him as the door closed, leaving him alone, and then a few minutes later the speaker crackled.
"Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. Nathanaël, can you hear me? Please wave to the camera to your left if you can." came Quincy's voice, and Nat was relieved. He quickly found the camera, waving to it as he was told to.
"Excellent, excellent. Alright, Nathanaël, we are going to lower the temperature in the room by intervals of ten degrees. Right now, it's at 20˚ celsius, or 68˚ fahrenheit. I want you to tell me when you start to shiver and when you start to feel numb. We have equipment here that will be monitoring your core temperature, so don't worry about dying, we will stop when we feel your core temperature has lowered too much. Alright?"
Nat gave the camera a thumbs up.
"Alright, we will begin. Lowering room temperature to 10˚ celsius."

He could feel a small change in the room, though it was barely noticeable. If anything, the sweltering heat he had been enduring now became more livable. He still felt warm, but it was a little better now. The second temperature drop he noticed more. He could feel the air become slower around him, water molecules in the air begin to freeze. 0˚ celsius was when water became ice, and he knew it. Still, he felt no discomfort, and continued not to, even as the air became colder and colder. -10˚, -20˚, -40˚, -60˚. It was only when he knew the temperature had hit -70˚ celsius that he felt a sudden shiver run up his spine, the thin shirt and slippers now feeling like inadequate protection.
"D-Doctor Quincy? I-I'm shivering!" he called, looking up at the video camera and tucking his hands into his armpits for warmth. There was a pause, and then the metallic sound of Quincy's voice came through the speaker.
"Excellent, that's very good news, Nathanaël. This keeps in line with our predictions. Worry not, you core temperature is still stable. We're going to decrease the temperature again, alright? You can do anything you can to keep warm, just tell us when you feel numb."

Giving the camera a shaky nod, Nat began to pace around the room. He could feel his pores close off, his capillaries shrinking. He kept his feet moving and his hands stuffed firmly in his armpits. He could feel any remaining moisture crystallize on his eyelashes, making him narrow his eyes to keep them from freezing. His eyes definitely stung in this cold, but he pressed on. He could endure this. He had endured so much already. He had endured to cold eyes of his father, gazing at him in disappointment. He had endured the frigid atmosphere of their house, after his mother left and he was pulled from school. He had endured the icy glares his parents had sent each other across the dinner table for years before their divorce. He was made in the cold, he had long lived in the cold before this test. The cold was his element, it was his home. He had coldness inside him as well.

He felt his fingers, toes, and the tip of his tail start to go numb, and he looked up at the camera, a silent signal that he was numb. He knew hat if he opened his mouth now, the spittle inside would freeze solid. The speakers were silent, and the temperature dropped again. Now, Nat began to feel his very skin begin to go numb, turning cold and blue and freezing...
"That's enough! Good job Nat, we're bringing the temperature back up!" came Quincy's voice, and the room did as he said. Nat could feel the temperature slowly increase back up to above freezing temperature, and he collapsed against the wall, shivering uncontrollably. The door opened and two additional orderlies rushed in, carrying a thick blanket, a hot water bottle, and instruments. They engulfed him in the blanket, and he pressed the hot water bottle to his hands, feet, face. They checked his vitals and some other stuff he probably didn't know about, all he could care about was that it was no longer cold. He looked up as he saw Dr. Quincy approaching, giving him a weak smile.
"H-H-How l-l-long did I l-last?" he stammered, still not over his shivering. Quincy's expression seemed strangely proud, an unreadable twinkle in his eyes.
"-100˚ celsius. Or, -148˚ fahrenheit. You endured -100˚ of frost before your body began to freeze. And that is without any thermal or protective gear. With proper equipment, you could easily make it to -120˚ celsius. You fought off hypothermia at -90˚, the average human being is susceptible at 0˚. The lowest recorded temperature on earth is 89.2˚ celsius, and you survived more than -10˚ more without protection. You, my boy, are a human marvel."
Nat looked down at his clawed fingers, the color starting to return to them.
"... No. Not human anymore."