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The year is 1943.

Europe is in turmoil, shaken up by the arrival - and continued presence - of World War II. Men across several different countries have been called to fight for their nation and the government, knowing how little training the majority of them have received, just sends them out like lambs to the slaughter. The death toll is growing with each day that passes and fighting spirit is beginning to wane. Everyone seems to think that this war will stretch on forever and the future is beginning to look bleaker and bleaker. It seems that there is no end in sight...at least not for them, anyway.

London, England

People in authority are becoming desperate. Nothing seems to be working against the Germans – the blasted country seems able to anticipate England’s every move and tactic. They need a new weapon, a weapon the likes of the world has never seen before. And it was then, that scientist Ralf Hagueson stumbled across the answer to their problems.

Hagueson was an expert Doctor, known for his cutting edge medical procedures (quite literally, in fact). He had discovered the likelihood of humans developing abnormal trait that allowed them to achieve the impossible and though, little was known about genetics, it was traced back to the make-up of a person. He was certain that these results were anomalous at first but repeated testing proved them beyond doubt. ‘Mutants’ were discovered. And the potential for their uses - the destruction a mutant soldier could cause, or even if they learnt the ingredient to creating a mutant army - was mindblowing.

The understanding of how they worked and developed was still painfully unclear. They only knew of a handful in existence and even that information had to be kept top secret (under the code name, Operation Blip), for fear enemies would hear and draw up their own ideas of how to utilise them. So finding them would be nearly impossible.

Nearly impossible. If ever strange incidents were reported, particularly amongst the children and young adults (so viewing of how abilities develop with age was still possible) they would receive a visit from a government official and then soon after – if their story checked out - tragically disappear in an air raid siren, for example. And another cell at Hagueson’s underground research center – location: unknown - would be filled that very same day. But the staff involved talked themselves out of feeling guilt; it was all for the greater good of the war, they told themselves. This was how they prevented themselves from reacting to the victim’s confused screams.

Time grew and so did Hagueson’s research. The government turned a blind eye to the ‘unethical’ element of the project and the disappearing people didn’t matter too much – the war covered over any major scandal that may have arisen as a result. People were too distracted to notice and anything remotely suspicious was easily blamed on ‘those bloody Germans’.

What the people with the power didn’t realise, however, was Hagueson’s growing obsession with finding out the secret of these anomalous people. And just how far he was willing to go to extract it…
Name
Christina Ann Buckley

Age
20

Appearance


Personality
Christina had – as of late – been quite an obedient girl. She, trained by her parent, had been taught to respect and never question her elders, though this doesn’t mean she doesn’t have her own opinions. She certainly does. But she has learnt to hold her tongue.
She is quite intelligent – particularly in consideration to maths and science (though the scientist planning to experiment on her is rapidly putting her off the subject). She is more the observant type (though this is more of a learned habit) and notices small details that others would probably miss. She has a very strong moral compass, though again, this is more of a product of her religious upbringing, which taught her the ways of a devout Christian. Sometimes, she worries her mutation will deny her access to heaven and tries to make up for this, by being overly righteous and charitable.

Mutation
Christina has the ability of ice manipulation. This is typically focused from her hands, with which she can create ice shields, slides, blocks, an ice form for herself, etc.
The drawback of this power is that if she is kept above a certain temperate, she can’t generate this ice.

Background
Christina was born just before the First World War. As a result, she has never known a world without rationing or being/anticipating attack from another country. Her mother, grandmother, her and her older brother live out in the countryside and own a small farm, where they produce their own food and supply to surrounding houses. Nobody really talks about her father. Her mother and grandmother are strongly Christian and it has been drilled into her that the Devil is punishing them with a war; though quite what they’ve done wrong, Christina doesn’t know.
She grew up, helping her mother and her grandmother in their seamstress’ business. She doesn’t particularly like sewing but she has no other choice. Her mother is an influential person in the village she lives in and has a say, in most things in Christina’s life. Even the first person who asked her out on a date – Victor, he was called - was told to by their mother, who had been chatting with Christina’s mother. Christina declined, mortified, and her mother was annoyed with her for simply ages.
As the Second World War came and stayed, Christina’s elder brother, Peter, was called to the army. Christina’s mother was distraught – Peter, less so – and they didn’t hear back from him for months. A telegram arrived exactly eight months late, informing them of his death. Christina’s mother put on a lavish funeral service (that she was certainly Peter wouldn’t appreciate at all) and talked to anyone who would listen about how her brave soldier boy was in heaven now. Christina was pretty much forgotten and grew more and more withdrawn into herself.
Her ability manifested a few weeks after she had heard her brother was dead. She had wandered off – desperate to be alone, away from her mother’s continued pity speeches – and found herself stumbling around the wheat fields. She bumped into Victor, who had grown considerably since her had first asked her out. He asked he what was wrong and she confided in how she thought her mother acted as though she didn’t have any children left. He then tried to kiss her. Surprised – and angry that he was trying to take advantage of her when she was feeling emotionally vulnerable – she pushed him away, only to see that he had become encased in a block of ice. Startled and scared, she ran away and slipped back into her house, sneaking up to her bedroom and her mother was none the wiser. Victor was discovered the next day. Rumours flew around that it was the work of the devil and as Christina began to notice the signs of her ability to create ice, she became convinced that it was because she was cursed and going to hell for speaking ill of her mother.
A little later, she found herself chatting to someone dressed in black. Said they were from the government, that they knew about her little ice tricks. They needed her to help with the war efforts, to use her ability to help England win against Germany. She refused – she couldn’t leave her mother childless.
Christina disappeared the very next day.
May be a little rough around the edges but I wanted to get something up, to get you thinking.
It was meant to be the opportunity to get the deal of a lifetime.

The business conference held in Tokyo was the perfect place for experienced business men and women alike to promote their business and get the funding they required to secure their business’s future…forever. It was where every business wanted to be.

And it came with a first class plane ticket to wherever you were venturing from.

The Pacific Air X11 was fresh off the production line. It seemed to have every gadget and gizmo a commercial plane could possibly possess – and you have just secured a place in first class. Only the best for those going to Tokyo’s Business Conference, naturally.

But faults crop up everywhere…an engine blows…

And suddenly, you find yourself stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
My Character

Name
Melanie Celeste Solomon

Age
23

Business
Melanie is the head of Silver Linings Enterprises - the IT company, that aspires to be the next 'Apple' and is actually well on it's way to achieving that milestone

Personality
Melanie is driven; you have to be, to be the head of a company. A terrible perfectionist, she always must ensure that every single task she carries out is completed to the highest possible standard. Her organisation skills are second to none. She is very comfortable in her leading role at the offices and has fronted many a successful campaign, giving speeches and charming possible competitors. Though she is very good at presenting a serene façade, she is very competitive at heart and as a result, finds it difficult to relax. Some may dub her a workaholic, but she just calls herself efficient.
Leisure-wise, Melanie rarely finds herself with time to spare for hobbies, as such. The idea of 'chilling' or 'relaxing' is foreign to her and though she's involved in some sports (she plays for a local ladies hockey team), the environment and the competitiveness with which she plays makes this pastime as much a job, rather than a hobby with which to unwind. She is pretty good at presenting a friendly, sociable mask but she does not like to make close friends. She hates it when people she her as vulnerable or weak.


Bio
Melanie had a privileged childhood; she grew up in a large, fancy, suburban house with her parents and a small dog. She's an only child and as a result, her parents spoilt her to a certain extent with no other offspring to wrap up in luxury. As both were wealthy business owners themselves, Melanie always had aspirations to create her own business and she learnt from an early age how to manage and work within a business environment. She eventually begun designing and creating 'Silver Linings Enterprises' when she was merely fifteen.
And, now, eight years later, she owns one of the largest, most influential companies in the world. No one quite knows how the business became international in such a tiny period of time but her parents' connection certainly helped. She has had barely a handful of partners - as none of them truly understood that her career came first, in her eyes - but she is currently seeing someone. However, she is fairly certain that they are cheating on her but she simply hasn't had the time to end the relationship. Especially since she managed to bag a place at the Tokyo Business Conference.


Appearance

I may add to it later; I merely wanted to get the OOC thread up, so you could have something to start working on.
"Considering it all, I guess your place is a bit out of if it now, do you have any place to sleep further?"

Dr Douglas opened her mouth, despite having no idea how she was going to respond to that question.

"Stupid question, since your cheer leading friend is here, I mean I doubt your her mother, considering your in your twenties I think and she is in her late teens. I am Alexis by the way, Alexis Zabel, and you lady's are, If I may know if course?"

Douglas supposed she was a little reassured by the fact that she didn't quite look like the teenager's mother. The idea of her having any children whatsoever was laughable. Though when the cheerleader - Rose - introduced herself and mentioned that her brother attended the University where she taught, ice seeped into her blood stream. She knew who she was. That was it. She was done, finished, ruined. She ran her fingers through her dark, tangled hair in a swift attempt to make it appear presentable to her immediate audience; ignoring the fact that her audience was a mutant teenager and a mysterious man, with some kind of odd red dot on his forehead. She might as well reply with her name, considering her reputation could soon quite possible be in shreds.

"My name? W-"

But before she could complete the sentence, she felt a swathe of shadows enclose her, ripping her away from her current conversation and replacing her surroundings with a writhing mass of darkness. Normally, she would've started screaming in utter confusion but thanks to the day she'd just had, she simply watched. Nothing was too bizarre today.

A girl with dark hair appeared in front of her.

"Your like me, aren't you"

Perfect; another. This is what happened when you tried to actively help people and mutants. It certainly wouldn't be happening again, unless it was behind the safety of her website. She was stupid for thinking otherwise; look what had happened to Izzy. She had startled herself with that thought - the crazy day of x-gene madness had forced her to reminisce something she hadn't thought about for years. She pushed that memory right back into the depths of her brain - that was not something she particularly wanted to think about right now.

"Yeah," Dr Douglas said, a little hysterical "Isn't that great? Woohoo for mutants. And the perks? Anytime you try to help people, you get shot at or some kind of assassination attempt!"

She glanced at the shadow girl. Okay, maybe that was a little harsh.

"I'm sorry," she apologised, rubbing her forehead "It's been a long day."
It was as if the Universe had combined every thing in the Universe that annoyed her and sat it across from her, just to gauge how she would react.

The dark haired man that had taken the seat opposite her on the table at which she sat - closer than the two meter radius she usually liked to sustain between herself and strangers - and the clothes he was wearing looked crumpled, as though they had been worn before or deliberately creased. She was naturally self conscious considering the case was probably similar to herself (she had not given herself time to change at the airport) but to see it one someone else, just irritated her. Her hands were itching for an iron, for both their sakes'.

And not only that, but the plate of food that he had piled up in front of himself was absolutely vast. It was in direct contrast to her own ordered plate and she tried not to stare at the grotesque mash-up of seemingly random breakfast foods into a stack of mixed up beans, bacon, hash browns...She resisted the urge not the shudder. She slowed in eating her food, a little more aware of her surroundings now she had sated the worst of her hunger. She piled the bacon into a neat, little tower, in an attempt to soothe herself. It didn't work.

As if to add insult to injury, he was wearing headphones that were blasting out music and he would occasionally bang a part of the tune out on the table or hum it loudly. She frowned, her hands tightening into small fists. This was more than she could take. Perhaps this was a divine test to see whether or not she could cope with everything her OCD forced her to hate. She stopped eating and stood up to retrieve herself a drink, edging out past the people that had taken seats nearby. When she returned, she was clutching a glass of cool orange juice which she placed next to her plate, checking that no one had touched her food or cutlery. Despite the fact she had kept her eyes on her seat during the whole walk to and from where they were serving food.

She took a sip, her hazel eyes still staring at the man with loud music. Was he doing this deliberately?

She put the glass down on the table with a little more force than she had expected to use. She cleared her throat but she was sure her voice had been buried beneath the loud beat undoubtedly assaulting his ears and so she tried again, using every effort to force a half hearted smile. What was it that her counsellor had told her at times like this? Focus on patterns.

She glanced across at the wallpaper on the walls of the eating place. The pattern was a little bold for her tastes but it was a pattern nonetheless, repeating every foot or so. She sighed a little in relief, drawing strength from the small slice of order in her little world of chaos. The fists her hands had formed loosened a fraction.

"Excuse me; can you turn your music down a little?" she plucked up the courage to address to man, her voice sounding painfully quiet and ending up a little more high-pitched than she usually spoke, tinted by nerves. She racked her brain quickly, searching for something to soften the conversation. What did people normally say in these kind of interactions? She had lost many of her friends long ago and this situation had grown foreign to her.

"My name's Emma," she continued, relaxing a little as she become accustomed to talking, proceeding to cut up the sausage into equal sized mini cylinders to keep herself calm and her voice even "Umm...what's yours?"
Metronome said
omg what a dork


Shut up.....:P
Aristocles said
How about a fantasy RP with some clean romance in it?


I have PMed you
Hello! I'm Miss Addler - I have been on this website for approximately 3 months, now, though I have previous RPing experience prior to that. I'm looking for a long term partner (male, preferably) to engage in any one of a whole assortment of ideas, that have been brewing in my head for a while now. I do both fandoms and original plots - my current ideas are listed below. But first...

Here are my 1x1 expectations...

  • I am female, if my username is not already evidence of that. I feel uncomfortable playing only male characters and so my main character will always be female, though I can play minor male characters if needed.

  • In terms of romance, I only do MxF – most of my plots are based off this assumption, but if you are desperate to do a non-romantic FxF, I’ll consider it

  • I am looking for a partner who is around high-casual and therefore good spelling and grammar is essential! Of course, I'll excuse the odd typo (as I make the odd mistake, myself; we're only human, after all) but please do try to check through your writing before you post it – or at least use a spellcheck as you go along.

  • I am looking for a few good sized paragraphs per post. Naturally, it may be harder to write too much during dialogue scenes, when you need to wait for my response, but please make an effort to add description and set the scene - we are telling a story, after all! Although you don't need to describe every speck of dust to me, I absolutely refuse to accept one liners. You have been warned.

  • Please make an effort to post as a minimum at least once a week. I value quality over speed, so don’t expect us to end up speed posting, because I like to take my time building up the atmosphere of the story.

  • If you can't post for an extended period of time (i.e. more than a week), please warn me. Don't just decide to disappear on me. Nobody likes to be left hanging and it's just plain rude. If you're bored, tell me and maybe we can try to liven up the plot or stop it altogether; I like to know where I stand in an RP.

  • I host my RPs in threads and discuss ideas through PM.

  • I don't do mature content. I do like romance but this does not have to be the main focus of the RP - I find it's often best when integrated into a definitive plot.

  • Please add your own plot twists! It keeps it as exciting for me, then, as it does for you!

  • If you've read all of this and still want to RP with me, pick an idea from below (or, if you have a burning urge to do your own plot which you think I'd like, send me the details and I'll consider that too) and PM me

  • The genres I'm most comfortable with - and will most likely feature heavily in the plots below - are sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, romance, adventure and mystery.

  • Within the IC of the RP, I encourage conflict as I feel it makes a plot much more interesting and gives us a lot more room to develop both characters and storylines. Don't be afraid of arguing with my character...within reason, of course...



Now for the caldron of ideas...

Fandoms
I use the term for this section loosely - I usually prefer us to play one of the characters with an OC, or two minor characters or even just utilise the Universe and lore of a fandom. Details of most fandoms is not necessary (such as Once Upon A Time), if you haven't seen/read them before but if you do some research on them, on Wiki or something, that would be much appreciated (but it’s not generally required). I have not typed out set plots as such but PM me, if you're interested in a particular idea and I'll show you some of my more detailed ideas (brownie points, if you have your own ideas to add as well!). All have the potential for romance.










Original Plots
A bit of everything below, either completely original or drawing inspiration from other sources (so some are not really original plots, but *shrugs*)…again, PM me if any of these rough plots take your fancy…All have the potential for romance.











I may add more, as my brain churns out new ideas and cravings…
(wonder what would be familair, the skin wont show his real face as its more like a mask, but oh well, it can be his voice XD)

@Drake Baku, Comments in the OOC post, please.
And there's a lot more to a person than appearance that can be familiar. People can just have a sense that they can't pinpoint down to a specific trait - a stance, a mannerism, a way of talking. But yeah, you can say the voice if you need to know a set thing.
And if Penguin doesn't comment on the red dot, I can after a couple more people have posted xD
After April May had finished, she sat in her chair - just thinking - for a good five minutes, before she realised she needed to get moving to work. She tossed some cash in the direction of the waitress and gestured for her to keep the change. The waitress didn't question her and grinned as she pocketed the change. That guaranteed April May a nice big portion tomorrow.

She exited the diner and hugged her coat tighter to her body. She began trouping down the sidewalk, heading towards the IT store where she worked. She had worked there, now, for approximately two and half year and though the work wasn't greatly paid, she had managed to save up a small fortune that she was eventually hoping could get her, her own place (or at least a deposit on one). She was still a long way off, though, yet.

She dug the keys to the store out of her coat pocket and stuck them into the door of the IT place, unlocking the front door. Cal wouldn't be in yet, she could guarantee it. Though named after him by his father, the founder, Cal wasn't exactly committed to keeping his father's business, 'Cal's Computers', in profit. He took days off whenever he liked and basically - even though he had inherited it from his father, a decent bloke - a monkey could run the store better than he could. But it was job close to her home and so April May put up with her useless boss and bit her tongue, whenever Cal stumbled in late and hung-over. At least he didn't forget to pay his employees.

As usual, the store was empty. April May dropped her coat and bag in the back room and flicked on the lights, flipping the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open'. The computer and cell phone displays sat lifeless - it cost too much money to run them, especially considering Cal's Computers only saw a handful of people in a day, on a busy one. April May had been pestering Cal to set a website up, but Cal, as usual, couldn't be bothered and simply waved her away. She sat down on the chair behind the counter and adjusted it, so she could see the front of Nate's groceries through the grimy shop window, settling down into glancing between her magazine and the people flooding the front of Nate's groceries, eager to know what had happened the night before.
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