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My Character -

Name: Unknown, though he does remember the word 'Sin'

Alias/Nickname: He has, after his amnesia, called himself 'Payne'.

Age: He has the appearance of a man in his early twenties. (20)

Appearance:
Payne is a relatively tall man in his early twenties, with short, cropped brown hair and tanned skin, which was originally a darker tan, but lack of sunlight caused the pigments of his flesh to whiten slightly. He has 'cracks' in his skin due to the nanobots taking shelter inside of his body, and his eyes are a pure white, also due to the nanobots, giving him an appearance of a blind man. He wears the usual orange uniform that other prisoners wear, with a frown permanently etched into his face.

Personality: Payne...is someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. He is a quiet, intelligent man with a cold disposition and constantly analytic eyes, though underneath his eyes lay prolonged suffering of not knowing his past, along with the murderous intent he has to kill any who has wronged him. He cares nothing for permanent friendship, and would rather use someone then become partners with them permanently. However, despite this, he's smart, and knows not to pick an enemy that could potentially kill him without effort. He understands the uses of temporary allies.

Biography: Sin was originally born in Africa, to a smaller tribe hidden away from the rest of the blossoming cities and civilizations. Both of his parents were terminally ill, while his sister was too young and frail to help out the family. Therefore, every day, he headed outside with the men of the village, collecting water, hunting prey for food, and even stealing when times got rough. It was during one night, when he was in the nearby forest, chasing an elk, that he heard the emergency horn. It was a piercing, shrill sound that reverbrated through his eardrums and shook him to his very core. Deciding to let the deer go, Sin had ran to this village, leaping over obstacles, and going as fast as his seven year old body would allow.

It was then that he saw the burning remains of his village. Hundreds of emotions ran through him, but one in particular stood out. Rage. He hated anger, he was a pacifist, but he knew that the nearby tribe destroyed his village for not siding with them during the civil war. It was unforgivable. The little boy ran towards his mother's hut, only to see her dead, with her throat slit open raggedly. His little sister was no where to be found. His father? Probably being slaved off. Emotions taking over, Sin had collapsed onto his mother's dead body, swearing vengeance onto the Yoksho tribe.That night, once he was done crying, Sin had walked into enemy territory, bare-chested and bare-handed. They all laughed. They mocked him. They mocked his deaths. Let's just say that the tribe was wiped off the minimap.

Sinpher, after that night, was found by hunters, whom turned the 'Devil Child' into the secret services, but not after wiping his memory clean, leaving only the remnants of his understanding of traps, weapon-play, and hunting. He now goes by Legion, and attempts to control his simmering rage while locked in this prison. He simply sat there, quiet, plotting his revenge and wallowing in his own controlled anger. Once he felt his bindings weakening, he didn't react much on the outside. He simply allowed a small smirk to tilt his lips, even as fleshy spikes, read and pulsing, slowly began to jut from his shoulders, and his hands changed from different lethal shapes.

Skills: Payne is an extremely skilled hand-to-hand combatant, his technique sharp, direct, and extremely brutal, mostly from his training back in his old tribe. While his memory was erased, he still remembers basic functions, instincts, and techniques. He's also skilled with an assortment of weaponry, from a spear to a blade, though he only remembers crude stone and wooden weapons instead of the futuristic ones used today. His skill mostly comes from his hand-to-hand combat, his weapon proficiency, his reaction speed, and his powers.

Powers: Payne was originally born with a single 'biomass strand' inside of his body, granting him above average intellect, speed, strength, durability, and general reaction time. As he grew up, the biomass grew bigger and more diverse, eventually filling up every single pore in his body, virtually making him a cyborg in anything but blood. The biomass are diverse in the areas that they are placed in, but at the realm of maturity, which was, in his case, 18, they evolved completely, making it so that his body was virtually biomass itself, no longer the skin and flesh of regular humans.

This genetic mutation also came with the manipulation over his own body. Payne has complete control over the anatomies and bodies of his own self, including skin, nails, fat, muscles, blood, nerves, etc., allowing him to freely alter and manipulate them. He can grow additional appendages and body-parts, remove them or otherwise manipulate his body in visible, chemical and cellular/sub-cellular levels. By killing an enemy and absorbing them, he grows in biomass, increasing his strength, speed, and stamina, along with his density.
Kul, on his smaller-sized warship designed for speed and espionage, darted past everyone's attention, right into the heart of the war without striking any alarms due to his superior speed and camoflauge. He brought up a telescope, noticing the island's new defenses since he was relatively close.

"Gentok....WAR!"

Explosions of water blasted into the air, and hundreds of sharks, crocodiles, and swordfish blasted from the water, nothing more then suicide bombers. The sharks tore into the cannons, biting through the sparsly metal with only a chomp before eating the cannon's controller and falling back into the water. Similar surprise attacks happened to every one of the island's defenses- their catapults and cannons, while Kul whistled sharply.

From the skys, thousands of birds came from the North, where his kingdom lay. As well, whales, sharks, and other large sea life came from the depths, attacking enemy ships. Medium-sized and huge warships came from the surrounding foliage, hundreds upon hundreds, while massive eagles and falcons carried thousands of eerily silent soldiers right into the Kulani Kingdom.
I see that. Accept your ownself, scrub.
Hello everyone!

Thank you for being interested in my role-play...but...I have to say 'no' to the people in robot/mech suits, seeing as I would like to keep this focused on the regular prison rats. I know that the 'Rumour' section in the 'Other' part of the CS kind of tell me why they were created, but for right now I will have to say no. That being said...

faltzerflame - Sorry, but we already have a sort of 'fire-starter'. I would have picked Big Sister AM's other character, but then I would have some sort of OCD aneurysm attack due to Legion's character being relatively similar, and it seems as if he put more effort in it. Again, sorry, but I'm going to have to decline.

Legion020 - You are accepted! Great character, I enjoyed reading the character sheet. Also, don't sweat not having a picture, descriptive sentences are also good.

Corporal Lance - You would be accepted happily, but I only have one minor question - When you say that Hope can suspend people in mid-air, that seems sort of like an insta-hit, and if it comes to it, an insta-kill. Also...now that I read it, your character could potentially be OP without really large shackles, and I wouldn't want to shackle anyone, as it would take the fun out of it..

Big Sister AM - I like both of your characters, and if I had to accept one then I would choose Sissy, hueheu. Mostly for the name (kidding). Welcome aboard.

So...I think that's my character, Legion020's character, Pink's character, and AM's character that's accepted, while we are waiting on four reservations. 8 People...I think that's more than enough for the prison escape. Don't want to make it too cluttered.

Thank you all for joining. (Also, the fourth reservation is for Larfleeze, who reserved himself through skype a day ago.)
Ah, hello there Kyu. Hope you enjoy your time here.

Name:
Sinpher 'Sin' Legionaire

Gender:
Male

Age:
Before the abduction, Sinpher was in his mid twenties. (25)

Scar/Tattoo:
It is more of a series of scars, rather than a single scar and/or tattoo. All along his face, seemingly in a neat pattern of some sort, Sin has deep black, almost rune-like markings embedded deep within his flesh, formed in a clean, straight line. Once he uses his power, one could see the scars seemingly pulse a deep amethyst-purple, almost unnoticeable. Twin tattoos are on both of his hands, a deep purple in color, contrasting with his overall pale skin. They are in the form of an odd rune. He also has a side-effect of the abduction as well - his eyes, a pure white, making it seem as if he was blind.

Powers/Abilities:

Personality:
Before the...'abduction', Sinpher was a cold, analytic businessman with an immensely intelligent brain. He cared nothing for other humanoid lifeforms, and generally kept to himself, either working to keep his business running, or to generally keep himself busy so that he wouldn't have to worry about anything that had to with his past life. His eyes, bright and the color of coal, was usually busy calculating every single thing that could either cause him, or anything he cared about, political or physical harm.

Waking up in the operation room...with only a small headache and a pulsing forehead, Sinpher wasn't any different then what he was back in 2015. He was still quiet, sharp, and calculative, with a penchant for intelligent conversation and direct, or, if necessary, sly dealings with other people. He's incredibly quick to adapt, as always, and isn't one to panic even in seemingly impossible situations. Though, he may have a kinder side inside of him, Sin isn't someone you shouldn't trust easily. That would be your first, and last, mistake.

Bio:
Sin was originally born in Africa, to a smaller tribe hidden away from the rest of the blossoming cities and civilizations. Both of his parents were terminally ill, while his sister was too young and frail to help out the family. Therefore, every day, he headed outside with the men of the village, collecting water, hunting prey for food, and even stealing when times got rough. It was during one night, when he was in the nearby forest, chasing an elk, that he heard the emergency horn. It was a piercing, shrill sound that reverbrated through his eardrums and shook him to his very core. Deciding to let the deer go, Sin had ran to this village, leaping over obstacles, and going as fast as his seven year old body would allow. It was then that he saw the burning remains of his village. Hundreds of emotions ran through him, but one in particular stood out. Rage. He hated anger, he was a pacifist, but he knew that the nearby tribe destroyed his village for not siding with them during the civil war. It was unforgivable. The little boy ran towards his mother's hut, only to see her dead, with her throat slit open raggedly. His little sister was no where to be found. His father? Probably being slaved off. Emotions taking over, Sin had collapsed onto his mother's dead body, swearing vengeance onto the Yoksho tribe.That night, once he was done crying, Sin was found by the militia from a nearby neutral tribe. He was then shipped off to the 'big city', scarred beyond belief, and forever changed from the warm little boy he was before.

At one point he as place into an orphanage, a little boy with a grieving heart and a scarred soul. He was adopted by a wealthy family of lawyers and entrepreneurs, and was immediately cast aside as someone not worth teaching or molding. Not at all put off by this, the young child took to reading and studying whenever possible, glad to be away from the brutal murdering of his former tribesmen and family. He excelled in private school, maintaining a pure 4.0 despite no former knowledge of the rudimentary knowledge most middle-schoolers go through. He was awarded with college scholarships as soon as he graduated high-school, and chose Harvard as his place of studying, majoring in business management. By then, he had completely locked away the memory of both his former and present family, focusing only on his work, and keeping the lock on the void that was his heart.

It was at that day...in 2015, April...that it all went dark.

Other:
Finished.
This thread is Closed.
Also, after you, this thread will officially be Closed.
Ah, the OOC is out right now. I have two interest checks, and I forgot to post it here.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/714609
Of course.

So, that's two people accepted, and three others reserved, not to mention the people from the interest check. I may close applications soon, so that the jail escape won't be cluttered and messy.
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