Takida Inigo

The Darkest Minds

@alexfangtalon@Rawk

Status: Alive / Slightly beat up
Location: Prisoner Cabins / Camp Dupont

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Kord felt the blows across his face, it felt like someone was slamming a rock into the side of his head over and over again. He could barely register the words the man had spoken before an after the first hit, but he was more than accustomed enough to know it had to do with making him scream. But in that moment the whats and the whys were hardly registering as his eye's were seeing stars and he could taste the metallic taste of blood within his mouth. Within that moment Kord was pretty sure he was going to die, and the only question he could get into his head was redundant and worthless. Kord felt hazy in that moment, he could imagine the damage happening to his head, it was... terrifying to say the least and the impending death made it worse. When the guard above suddenly shifted his weight and yelped in pain Kord rolled sideways trying to get on his knee's but only managed to fall to his stomach as he gritted his teeth, his head was spinning.

He could barely make out someone talking to him as his ears finally stopped ringing, his eye's went from a blurry whirlwind to a shaky yet more solid image as he saw Bryson near him. He was holding his head and seemed to be in rather intense pain, the next scene seemed to play out slowly as Kord came back to his senses. When he looked over the guard had been reaching for his gun, Alex than appeared to the side of them all with assuredly the same Beretta which had been kicked out of his hand earlier. Everything happened in slow motion, their words played out almost at 1/8th their original speed. When Kord saw the guard pull something from his belt, the realization that it was a grenade only came to him when the pin was pulled and it was slowly going towards the ground. This sick bastard was going to take them all with them. Things seemed to slow down even more as Alex was was starting to yell grenade, it was almost like everything had stopped for Kord, as if entering his own little time space where only he was moving.

His eye's watched the grenade slowly fall into the dirt near the guard, his mind started to race, all scenario's of what was about to happen played through his mind. He could see the inner workings of the grenade, the pin leaving it as the bolt was pulled away, the firing pin than striking the primer igniting the fuse with in. He could see it making its away towards the explosive substance at the bottom which would than explode from within and drive the outer metal shards of the grenade into everyone close by. Kord turned his head, they were too close, they had five seconds at best to cover the distance. Kord turned his head again as he saw the keys on the ground, he turned back towards the guard who was still on the ground, he could just barely see Alex turning ever so slowly to run. There was only one thing Kord could think to do, he reached sideways and grabbed the keys from the ground, he placed them between his fingers. He flew forward, things seems to speed back up as the grenade hit the ground the fuse ticking to their doom. Kord brought his hand up and slammed the keys into the guards neck while his attention was still on Alex. Thick maroon blood spurted from the artery as the man opened his mouth to scream but gurgled instead, a mental timer was counting down in his head, this was stupid as all hell but it was the best he could come up with. Kord let the keys go from between his fingers and pushed the now dieing guard over the grenade.

The guards stomach covered the grenade as Kord pushed his own weight on top of the guards to try and suppress the explosion as much as possible. He knew it was too late to try and run now, he only hoped the armor and the weight over top would stifle the explosion. Images shot through his head of this failing, of the grenade exploding underneath them and blasting up through the guards body and penetrating his. Terrible outcomes to the course of action bombarded him as the timer ticked to its final second and there was a hard thud from underneath him, it was damn near strong enough to nearly throw him off the body but he held, barely. Kord fell sideways, it didn't take him long to realize he had been holding his breath, he let out a few ragged breaths as his chest heaved in and out. His whole decision to come over was really starting to look really really bad, dodging crossfire was really looking better than what he had just lived through. Kord slowly raised his hand up to wipe a some of the blood was from his mouth when he caught site of his hand.

When he saw the fresh darkened soup like blood dripping down it the color seemed to drain a little from his face. He hadn't really thought about in the moment but he had just taken that guards life. Far be it he was trying to kill them all but... the image flashed through his head like a bullet to the brain, he could see the keys going into the guards neck, but it was slow and he could see almost every single moment as the keys cut his skin, and than opened his neck and slid in... Kord's head spasmed as if in pain, it was hard enough that his neck cracked slightly from the sudden movement, he closed his eye's hard, so hard that it hurt his head doing it. An undeniable shiver went through his entire body making him look like he had some sort of second long seizure. When he re-opened his eye's his hand was shaking as the blood dripped off of it. Slowly he looked over at the now mangled body of the PSF, Kord shook his head as his eye's hardened, he got up from the ground pushing away the thoughts that were conflicting him and the emotions that were trying to overcome him.

"Thank you."

The words were somewhat cold and short as Kord offered his thanks for their help, he didn't really know what else to say aside from that.

"We need to get out of here... I don't know who will win... but I don't want to be here when its decided. We stand a better chance together. I am sure we can get out among the fighting."

Again the words were cold and direct, there was not much emotion to them. The momentary emotion he had shown before was replaced by the same stone like gaze he always wore.

The Darkest Minds

@alexfangtalon@Rawk

Status: Alive / Unharmed
Location:Camp Dupont / Cabins

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Kord breathed in the fresh air almost as if deprived, the foul often stale smelling cell in which he was kept was for many hours out of many weeks through many months into the two years of his imprisonment, his home. Living in Solitary was either one of two things, either someone down the hall was stinking up their cell pissing against the walls to show the man whose boss, or shitting in the corner with the same thought in mind. So one had to acclimate to terrible smells in that place, but honestly given the fear that surrounded that unit in particular, it was for the most part just a bunch of secluded rooms with no real threat aside from being lonely. An honestly as much as Kord was thrown in here on any given week, people thought he was some bad ass anarchist taking it to the PSF when no one was looking. They never really did say why he was being thrown in there to anyone, they just usually picked him up, made some commotion to scare the weaker kids into submission and than tossed him into solitary. All in all a lot of the reasons for the others was left to imagination, so if they wanted to think he was some anarchist causing hell for the PSF he wasn't going to burst their bubble, even if he did talk more than maybe a few words any given day. Kord was not a social being by any standards, everyone knew that and as the old saying goes, the quiet ones are usually the most dangerous.

In this moment however waxing poetic with manipulation tactics was a real moot point and a waste of the time he had to get out of this place. Judging from the strength of the explosion in his cell and the general area in which the fighting was heaviest, his escape was nearby waiting for him. Given that explosion was loud enough to shake his cell, he was wagering that there was a nice big hole somewhere for an opportunist to take an advantage of. The only issue he could foresee at this point was the fighting was concentrated there, he did not want to become a casualty by walking between a fire starter and a trigger happy PSF. He did not wish to become a casualty on his way to freedom, he could fight his way through of course, but there were far too many unknown variables at this point. Hell... who was to say that these white arm banded men were actually there to help them? What if they were just trying to steal them all and put them in another camp for their own nefarious means? Thinking about it.. why would there be people trying to rescue them? Its not like any of them were important enough to die for, or at least he did not consider himself worth that much. So it begged some questions... are they doing this for their sake and if so than why are they doing it? Are they looking for someone specific and everyone else is free to take part in the chaos or are they here for everyone?

~tick tock tick tock~

The words flashed through Kords head, the same words that always flashed through his mind when he was thinking far too quickly and didn't have much time. He had to concentrate on what was important, not the little insignificant details. The white banded group was causing chaos, there is a window to escape, its behind a lot of in fighting and he needs a way past it without risking his life. Only one thought occurred to him, what he needed was more bodies to fight the PSF and give him the opening he needed. He noticed that the bulk of the camp was not present at the fighting, he saw a few of them but not many, the majority would probably still be in their cabins. They probably had no idea what was happening, if he strolled over there and told them what was going on and encouraged them to fight that could be his chance to get out. One name did pop to mind more than the rest, Alex Hill, if there was but one who was perfect it would be him. He was quiet but he was also one who could probably get the rest of them to fight at the same time, Kord did not know him all that well, they did not talk much very much like it was for a lot of people he knew, however Alex stood somewhat above the rest.

He was almost like a leader, he had the qualities to be one, and he had made a lot of friends here, at least Kord hoped that he did. Others tended to gravitate more towards him than anyone else or at least that's how he saw it. His ability to control electricity was just an added bonus, Kord was positive he could use that in his escape. Broken from his thoughts by yells over to his side Kord looked over into the battle zone, he could see the flashes of muzzles and the echoes of gunshots. Somewhere deep down the thought of himself using others to his own end made him feel bad... but reality was simple, if wants to survive in this world then they need to be prepared to do what is necessary. There was no use in processing the emotional distraught it might bring, he needed to get out of here and he needed a distraction, simple logic. Kord turned away from the battle zone and began to run back towards the cabins, he still had to be careful here, the PSF could be anywhere at this point.

The time it took to get across the compound had been fairly boorish as Kord entered the vicinity of the cabins, the PSF were probably far to distracted with the mysterious banded group to care about much else. That worked for him, long as he didn't have to deal with them than that was fine with him. When his cabin came into sight Kord made a beeline for it hoping that Alex was still in it, he needed him to get out of here. Perhaps it was due to his overconfidence in his threat assessment or even the fact that perhaps he was thinking a bit too much about freedom, but when the PSF guard cocked his gun not mere feet on him from the entrance of his cabin, Kord stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly cocked his head to the left of himself to see an assault rifle leveled on him. Kord let his eye's flow down his assailant as things seemed to slow down again, the PSF's words to him about freezing and not moving were almost ten times slower than normal. Watching the scene play out the PSF moved in slow motion towards him, the gun was pointed directly at his chest.

Sweat was beading directly down his temple as the keys slowly slipped back between his fingers, it took him a moment but Kord realized the PSF was onto the weapon in his hand, he ordered him to drop them, with no other recourse Kord did as he was commanded letting the metal keys flop silently to the ground with a small clink of metal. Kord raised his hands, the whole world was still in slow motion as the guard moved in, when he was within grabbing distance, the guard turned the rifle around, presumably to smash the butt of it into Kords face to knock him cold. Kord watched as the butt of the rifle slowly came towards his face, at the very last second Kord let himself go down to the ground to avoid the blow and grabbed the keys he had just dropped. He tried to position them in his fingers but he was not quick enough to get a firm grasp on them, he struck out with them and the ones he had managed to get between his fingers slammed into the guards lower stomach. There was yelp of surprise and pain as the guard grunted angrily, the hit was far from lethal, things seemed to speed back up right as the guard drove his foot into the side of Kords head knocking him for a loop as he slammed to the ground.

Everything seemed to spin for a moment before Kord could get his eye's to work properly again, he could feel warm fluid running down the side of his head, there was a sharp pain in his frontal lobe. The guard whom had hit him was making his way forward, for what means Kord did not know and he had no intention of figuring it out, Kord reached into his belt and pulled the Beretta from his belt and pointed it at the guard. The PSF was too close however and quickly kicked the gun out of his hand towards the cabin nearby. The man quickly climbed on top of Kord, his weight pinned him down as he tried to struggle. The PSF drove his fist across Kord's face once, than twice and then a third time, the hits were hard and direct as blood slashed the ground from his mouth.

"I am going to enjoy finally making you scream."

Kord heard the words as another hard fist cracked him across the jaw.

The Darkest Minds

@sly13

I enjoy your song selection as well, I have always loved that song, I nearly made my own theme-song one from their tracks, Dark on Me to be more specific.

The Darkest Minds

My Hider

Okay. I had been putting this off cause I am terrible at drawing but I have wanted to do this. And a PM from @Takida Inigo convinced me to finally wanted to do it. That thing up there posing as an image is my best attempt at getting across the general idea of where everything is in regards to everything else. There were more lines indicating the exact size of the cafeteria, farmland, and Solitary but they disappeared for some reason. Solitary is a stretch of rooms up above the administrative buildings they were built just before the Psi's were brought in. Apologies for the crudeness of the image but I'm just not good at using sketch.io. Hopefully, it somewhat conveys to y'all what I'm thinking.

@alexfangtalon

The image is broken for me and the sketch site won't even open for some reason so I will just ablib my post the best I can. So, Cafeteria, farmland, administrative building, cabins for prisoners, and solitary above administration. Im imagining there is also a main gate, a wall of some kind with guard towers, probably an armory of sorts. I should have no problem incorporating this into a post.

Edit: Gonna try one more thing.

Edit 2: Nope didnt work lol back to ablib

Edit 3: I got it to open on my phone scratch this post. I can see the map now.

The Darkest Minds

Status: Alive / Unharmed
Location: Solitary / Camp Dupont

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Two years... when one said it out loud such a number was extraordinary in a place like this. Than again Kord was one of the rare few who often had the pleasure of no dealing with the PSF's all that much. This mostly was due to the fact that they enjoyed tossing him in this insufficient cell. There was never any particular reason for it, at least not in an official capacity, these cells were a product of unruly teenagers being punished. Than again Kord probably was being punished but not for stirring up trouble but rather because out of most who had to suffer these ignorant ignoramis, he was the one who never once communicated to them any indication of emotion to reinforce their needs for small pleasures. He was for all intensive purposes an unbreakable individual, even on a gloomy day eliciting a response from him outside of his emotionless persona was impossible. This was something that infuriated them, in this place they delighted in your emotional distress. The more fear you let off, the more tears you cried and the more content they were. Psychological torture is within itself one of the most effective forms of trying to break an individual. While this form of torture came in many varieties ranging from mind games to hurting loved ones in front of someone, the most effective use of this torture came through forced isolation.

It was in theory the most brutal form, one did not need to endure bodily pain to break, the sheer loneliness one suffered was enough to urge anyone to their breaking point. Humans at their core were fundamentally social creatures like any animal in this world, to obtain one from that environment and force them to be alone constantly, the lack of emotional bonds became too much. When it came to a place like this, these bonds were the only real release for some, to feel alone in such a deplorable situation was far worse than going through the motions with others by your side suffering the same. This was his punishment for not engendering them the satisfaction they wanted from him, he had expended a lot time gazing at blank, colorless walls, more so probably than anyone else here. This however to their dismay did nothing to manipulate him, it was by definition, nothing more than a childish attempt to assault a mind they could not even begin to comprehend. In fact they were so ignorant they had not realized even now that he relished these moments where he was completely and utterly alone. It was a chance for him to meditate and go into his own mind, to think more clearly about escaping this place.

They commanded him to this place and impelled him to conform to their rules, but they never once tried to comprehend him very much like they don't try to understand the others. They merely employ you in a kindergartners version of a classification system and than base your threat level off nothing more than a color that determines you as someone who can do extra extraordinary things or can't. It was very apparent from the start that anyone placed in the "Green" portion of this system was considered not even a minimum threat. He had been here more than long enough to see anyone placed in green had no actual powers to speak of, their mental acuity was enhanced but that was it. But if there was but one fundamental truth in this world, it was that one should not underestimate anyone else's intelligence. Possessing abilities to manipulate or create things was a force to be weary of, but superior intelligence was a great force too and the day would come when they saw this for what it was.

Kord opened his eyes slowly when the explosion sounded from outside, the small shock wave was enough to vibrate the floor in which he sat cross-legged on. When the gunfire erupted, the silence of the night was broken with screams of anger and pain. Kord waited silently for the white noise to flood the recesses of his mind, he prepared himself mentally to try and fight it off, but when it did not come the realization came to him that this was not a normal incident of uproar, he hove to his feet and walked to the wall, he looked out into the darkness. From his sparse cell he could see a battle scene unfolding before his eye. Things seemed to slow down, almost to the point where everyone was moving a fraction of normal speed as he analyzed the scene. The other prisoners were fighting the PSF's, however this time there was also a new force in place, he could see the white arm bands worn by those that were helping to fight the PSF.

The thought that occurred to him in that moment was specifically related to the message he had received about escape, the whole camp had been conveying the message along, wait for the signal. It seemed that the signal had indeed come; he could see the mysterious White banded force easily pushing back the PSF with the help of the other prisoners. Kord smiled a very rare smile, one that had never been witness before within the two years he had been here, although his face did not break upon it like many had predicted it would. It seemed the time had finally come to leave this hell hole. Things sped back up quickly before Kord's eye as he turned from the wall and walked almost casually to the door. He knew already that no one was on the other side of it, in fact there would be no one in the entire wing he would gather. This block was rarely frequented unless someone was being thrown in a cell, given the commotion outside no one was going to be in here.

Kord put his hand on the steel door in front of him, it was very much like a door one might find in a prison, however... It did have on the small flaw, and that was each side came with a lock.e The PSF did enjoy entering these cells and locking the doors from time to time, especially for those they wanted to break, that was far and in between, however, but it was that one detail that would get Kord out of this cell. Kord walked back to the narrow bed in the room, it was as always bolted to the floor, however there was something upon this bed the no one had probably caught onto. In their attempts to isolate him over the past two years, they had left him entirely alone, no one checked in on him, no one visited him, this was all part of the torture of solitude. So this granted Kord much time to come up with a way to open the door in front of him, he had found that the guards were far too particular about their keys. In fact if one came up missing the entire camp was put under investigation, they would all suffer the white noise until the key was located, even if no one had actually taken it. So securing a key was perpetually an erroneous idea that would eventually fall back into their hands one way or another.

Life around this camp was a form of routine, guard shifts were changed by a routine, guard patrols were controlled by routine, everything was one big routine. So Kord being placed in the exact same cell every time he was brought in here was also routine. It was because of this that Kord had crafted something, it took him a while considering how hard it accurately was to come by materials, but he had constructed make shift set of tools to pick a lock. He hid them in this room as they would never search it, why would they? After all he was not a threat to them, and as far as they were concerned he was not smart enough to formulate an escape like all the others. Blissful ignorance... Kord reached under the bed within the under rail of the bed he picked up his two home made tools.

The first one was made out paper clips, they were woven and twisted upon one another with a primary hook at the end. Paper clips in essence were useless as any kind of weapon, after all these prisoners had powers so who cared about keeping track of paper clips? The second tool was what he would use for tension, it was in it entirety just a piece of metal stripped from underneath the bed, with a little polishing on the stone bricks on the wall he had smoothed the edges out. They were crude in their making, but one could only work with what they could get their hands on. Kord approached the door again as he placed the paper clip pick into the lock, pushing the tension into the lock he listened quietly for the pins. It was a snap pin lock, nothing was incredibly special about it. With every pin he pushed he put tension on the lock, twisting it, with a couple of moment's gone by, the lock turned entirely and he was released from his lovely stone prison.

Kord looked down both ends of the hall of cell doors, like he figured there were no guards, they were all outside dealing with the intruders which meant... Kord approached the wall farthest from his cell, there was a hook on the wall holding a set of keys for the cells. Kord reached up and yanked them off the hook; he was than going to proceed to unlock the cells but the sudden slamming of feet alerted him to intruders. By time the PSF guard staggered his way into the cell block Kord was back in a cell, the only difference being that he left the door wide open.

"Damn... one of these bastards escaped..."

Kord could hear the guard talking to himself; he must have come to make sure the more troublesome ones were being unreleased. Kord listened quietly, he could hear the cocking of the gun, the subtle scrape of the metal being pulled against metal loading bullets into the chamber of the gun. He listened to the footsteps of the guard, listened to their distance from him, he counted in his head silently. Kord fastened his eyes; the keys from the ring were placed between each slot opening between his fingers.

~3... 2 ... 1 ...~

The guard fully emerged into the cell levelling the gun in, he looked around to find that Kords cell was completely empty. Kord opened his eye's as he exited the empty cell right next to his, he came around the corner to the guards back, with one swift kick, his foot meant the guards crotch. There was a bone shattering pain as the guard tried to scream but nothing came out as the gun clattered to the ground. Kord slammed the metal keys into the guards shoulder, the man finally screamed as Kord withdrew them, the guard instinctively tried to drive his opposite arm back to strike Kord. Time seemed to slow down again as Kord noticed the angle of the arm heading towards him. The change in direction, he ducked the blow and went forward slamming the keys into the mans other shoulder. The man fell to his knees, his arms falling limply beside him, Kord walked around him, the same emotionless expression was on his face.

"Hurts don't it? Did you know that if you attack an opponent in precise spots in the body that the portion of body connected is unable to respond anymore? Usually this is done with hands alone, its meant to temporarily disable your opponent, however with... Assume a set of keys for example... Tearing into that same central point, that body part will be forever useless or at the very least crippled for life."

The guard feebly tried willing his arms to pickup his weapon but Kord pluckt it up first. He tossing it aside to the bed, he raised his fist up with the keys between his fingers. Wrapping his hand around the back of the guards head he held it steady. He went forward with a straight punch for the man's face, but he just stopped inches from the man's skin. The guard seeing his impending death had fastened his eye's awaiting the inevitable. When he slowly opened his eyes, sweat was pouring down his brow, the keys were inches from his eyes.

"I am not like you... I do not delight in causing death even if for those who have tried to torture me for two years. This is not a form of cowardice but a form of mercy that men like you will never understand.

Kord lowered the keys as he reached back to the bed and collected the gun. Before the man could respond he smashed the weapon into his face knocking him cold. Kord spit on the floor next to the guard as he exited the cell and slammed the door behind him, he re-locked the door. The confrontation over, Kord made his way down the hall with the bloodied keys. One by one he popped open the cells empty or not and released the few who were still trapped within for whatever reason. The stragglers quickly made their way to the battle outside leaving Kord by himself. He looked down at the gun in his hands, feeling the cold metal against his hands, recognizing the power he held in that moment, it was almost exhilarating. He looked up towards one of the exits, he wondered if he should join the battle or not. He could easily use the distraction outside to finally leave this place for good.

It was arduous to say he had not dreamed of this moment for the long two years he had been here. He wanted to make them all pay for what they did to him. But if there was a chance, even slim at best that the PSF could win this fight and he was nevertheless here than he would be trapped again. That was a risk he was not willing to gamble on, no he would make his way out of here. He would not spend another moment here, no matter how much guilt it might prevail on him for not helping the others. Besides most of them had powers he did not, they could take this fight to them better than he probably ever could. He did not fancy getting caught in the cross fire. Kord made his way to the door at the farthest end, looking at the gun again he contemplated letting it go, he had wielded a pistol only once in his life. It was an and M9 Beretta, fifteen shot clip, semi-auto. He really only possessed the practical knowledge he had learned from books on this weapon. He decided in the end that he would keep it just in case, it was unlogical to rid yourself of a weapon that might be necessary for survival. Kord clicked the safety of the weapon and slipped it into his waistband. Taking one deep long deep breath and closing his eyes, he opened them last second. Putting the keys snugly between his fingers once more, he made his way out the door and into the ensuing battle beyond to his freedom.

The Darkest Minds

Koren "Kord" Delton

Koren Delton

_{"Freak is a relative term, most commonly use by people without enough apprehension of those who are different from others. I would rather be a freak than one whose life is nothing more than blissful ignorance."-Koren Delton}

Name: Koren "Kord" Delton

Gender: Male
Age: 15
Birthday: June, 30th

Appearance

Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6'1"

Other: Kord has a series of scars that concentrate around his wrist's mainly, they are worst underneath right at the bottom of the palm, but they do wrap around lightly above. Most who have the chance of seeing them usually perceive them as marks from cutting himself however he himself will tell you this is not the case. Upon closer inspection these scars don't appear to be cut marks, however as to what they are no one has truly ever known. Koren has a flawless complexion, more or less one of the lucky ones that did not get stricken with the pimples of puberty, his hair color is almost a mix of two different shades of brown, most consider these highlights however he just happens to have hair that is slightly lighter in color in certain place. Kord is fairly in shape, while he is not a muscle bound god he is healthy with a fairly toned body.

Personality

Personality:

• Calm • Decisive • Logical •

Kord is the very definition of a rubic's cube, his personality has never had just one side, in fact his personality is a combination of many sides. He is made up of many various aspects that in a normal society would not really go well together. He is a calm individual whom of which does not ever jump into a situation haphazardly, he is a cold, logical, thinking machine, blessed with the ability to memorize things in the instant he see's them. At the same time however he is also a teenager who is filled with a lot of anger, most would consider these two components not good bedfellows and they would be correct, it can have a major affect on his ability to think logically when his anger rises. In a real general sense Kord is a paradox, a freaky Frankenstein monster of different aspects. Kord's best aspect's which are his kindness and his honesty are often overlooked by his cold, almost non-caring persona he sustains in front of others.

Strengths:

• Strategic planning
• Self-defense (With the ability to memorize whatever he see's, Kord is a walking MMA encyclopedia)
• Technology (Kord has always had a certain love for technology, the various small parts and their uses appeal to his sense of needing to know how things work.)
• Calmness (Kord has a freaky way of always staying calm no matter what he is facing, it is rare to see him lose his often emotionless persona.)
• Photographic memory (Kord can remember everything he see's even if he just looks at it for a second and can apply it if need be.

Weaknesses:

• Anger (Kord has a lot of anger inside, while it is hard to bring it out, when it does come out he finds himself unable to think straight or logically, in a sense he forgets himself.)
• Emotions (Kord is horrible with expressing himself, while he can understand others on a deep level he is unable to socially interact with others effectively.)
• Over-confidence (With great intelligence one often thinks if they know all the answers they can beat anything, however it is this oversight that lands Kord in situations that often can not be handled with logic alone.)
• Loner (Kord does not believe in the help of others, while he will help others he does not believe he needs nor wants others to help him. This often leads to more trouble than not.)
• Over-thinking (Kord believes that with any problem a solution can be found with logic, he is unable to understand that not every situation can be solved with cold hard facts. He lacks various emotional aspects and the fact that he can not solve something with logic causes him to over think these situations leading him to ludicrous paths.)

Likes:

• Watching (Kord loves to watch things, people especially, it brings him a certain joy to learn everything he can about everything.
• Reading (The world of books appeals to Kord very heavily, his thirst was learning new things is insatiable, he reads non-stop if he can.
• Puzzles (Kord loves puzzles of every kind, if it makes you think he wants to be solving it.)
• Meditation (Kord loves to meditate, he describes it as being able to go into your own mind and create whatever you want.)
• Solitude (Kord loves solitude, complete and utter solitude which gives him the ability to just think to himself with no distractions.

Dislikes:

• Cruelty (Kord hates cruelty of any form, he loathes one who would hurt another for their own satisfaction or personal gains.)
• Ignorance (Kord despises ignorant people, he believes there is no excuse for it)
• Being alone (One would think this is a contradiction to who Kord is, but at his core he is human who yearns for friends, for companionship, he likes his solitude but it does not mean he does not want to feel loved and to love.)
• Himself (Kord does not like himself and he never has. Logically he knows this is foolish but he can never overcome the worthlessness he feels for himself deep down, intelligence can never take that away)
• Hypocrites (While some might consider Kord to be one he has a very large dislike for people who say one thing and do another. To him its a form of weak character.

Fears:

• Controlled (Being nothing more than pawn for someone else, a slave, he can't stand the thought of forever being trapped and used.)
• Death (For a logical mind death is the scariest reality of them all, for when you don't believe in an afterlife the nothingness of death is the scariest of all.)
• Losing himself (Kord's worst fear is losing who he is and becoming a monster, letting his anger take control and becoming the person he know's he should be.)

Power: Green

One must not get confused about Kord's intelligence, it did not take a disease to make him who he is, he was born with the ability to remember things he could see and read and hear. It was however the disease that took his rare abilities and turned them into something far more effective. The disease in a sense opened his brain to even high level of plains that most adults will never reach in their life time. His comprehension and his ability to recognize patterns are unbelievable, sometimes he knows what is going to happen before it does, not because he can see the future but he can recognize the smallest of details and comprehend them at insane speeds. Before you can even plan one step he has already planned several ahead of time. Having certain abilities when he was born, he was able to acclimate faster to his heightened intelligence, however even he knows there is plenty of room to delve ever deeper.

Family: Kord has no one, at least not that he knows of in any kind of respect.

History: To say that Kord had a horrible life would be a bit of a stretch, but to say he had a good life would be in the same light. Kord was born into a life that had no real family, given up at birth and left in the care of the state, he was for all extensive purposes, nothing more than a kid that bounced around foster homes. Even from a young age people could tell Kord was different, normal kids were playing with toys and socializing, Kord however was taking things apart and putting them back together with the littlest of ease in most cases. It was safe to say that to those around him, Kord was nothing more than a freak of nature.

As he grew his intelligence grew ever more with him, this scary intelligence coupled with his inability to socialize and be what most considered normal earned him a life where no family ever wanted him. Kord was bullied a lot because of who he was and no one stopped it, being of the mind Kord never defended himself and life was very much like this for a long time. One could say at a certain point in his life he became sick and tired of other's treating him cruelly, others would say he eventually cracked, regardless of the truth things changed when Kord began to teach himself to fight. With a mind that could remember anything Kord immersed himself in self defense books.

He taught himself to fight, improved his body to compensate, and before long Kord was left alone... all alone. He had won the war, but he had become more than just a freak and this lead to his anger he had been building for so long deep inside. It was no real shock that after the disease hit that he was given up almost immediately, in fact one might say they were glad to be rid of him. He went willingly for no one could have known what would have awaited him, he thought it was a chance to be free of his life of imprisonment, but in the end he had exchanged one set of chains for another. At the first none of them were really aware of what Kord's actual ability was, he was silent and refused to speak much, his eye's were cold and his face was emotionless.

In the scheme of things they thought Kord was some kind of mental deficient or that the disease had adverse effects on his brain, none of them however realized he was watching their every move, putting it to memory. Their habits, their mannerisms, the way they spoke, the way they walked, held a weapon, every single detail he committed to memory, to form his escape. He had realized his mistake of going with them too late, he knew from the moment he entered the transport that something was wrong, this was something he had intended to rectify. When he put the plan in motion it was, for lack of definition, a genius plan, however no plan is without its risk's, and in this case the risk's far outweighed the success of it.

Kord was forcibly detained after a rather heated skirmish where he got in some hits before he was brought down. It became apparent he had no real powers that were of consequence, and even to the day Kord did not truly believe when they put him in the Green section that they had any idea of his true capabilities. But anyone with his intelligence knew the day would come when he would escape, he would just wait, and plan and observe until he knew everything inside and out.

Theme Song:
Respect The Wind - Val Halen

Skyrim meets the Player [Looking for M or F]

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a game you love more
than life itself? Did you ever find yourself saying that your real life doesn't really
amount to much? Hell did you ever feel that no one really knows you exist, and you often
yearn to go to a world where your deeds will make you famous? Well this might be the world
for you. This is a roleplay based on a massive Skyrim nerd whom downloads a mod one day
for their favorite game, a mod that was said to take Skyrim and make it so immersive
that you will actually be in the game, the only small detail that said nerd didn't
realize is that when it said "will actually be in the game" they had no idea it was
serious. You are transported against all logic straight into the world of Skyrim, when
you awake you find yourself in a serene field, surrounded by a world you recognize.
Your wish to be a part of Skyrim has become true but at what cost's? Will it be
everything you ever wanted it to be? Will you want to stay here forever or will
you find that the world in which you used to live was a lot better than you
originally thought? You will find that the road to being a hero is harder when it
is yourself whose life is on the line.

I think you get the general jist of what were going for here, I am currently in the market for my perfect nerd to get sucked into the wonderful yet extremely dangerous world of Skyrim. Here are somethings you should know. You will not be playing an actual character you created, this isn't you becoming your level 300 nord or level 100 Argonian, this is you playing your normal everyday, god help me, this is my real body, body. Your a gaming nerd so you can imagine that your body is not exactly going to be muscle bound and tanned. A very large part of this story is about an awkward gaming nerd rising up for the first time in their lives and being more than they ever thought they could be. You can play this nerd however you like, bullied, not bullied, busy parents, etc. etc. They are yours to command. It is important to note within the realms of your new world you can use magic if you can learn how like everyone can if they choose to. The story will be taking place sometime after the ending events of Skyrim, as this is the reason you wanted the mod, to expand the game more and have new content to play.

Once your in the world my two characters Takida and Inigo will become your friends and eventually your mentors if you choose this route. (I know thats my name on here but they are not going to be super special lol I ain't into power playing) Takida and Inigo are long time friends and I wouldn't say hero's but they are known for diving into dangerous ruins and helping others when bandits harass them. Its also important to note that no neither of my characters are dragonborn, neither are the hero who saved the world, they are just skilled adventurers. Its sort of a funny feel good story with elements of action, personal triumph and change added in. With that said I think I covered the literal parts you want to know, however there maybe things I didn't mention so if your interested please do ask question, I do love to answer them.

I am really trying to go for a real world type thing here, there are no stats, no perks, what you gain through hard work and perseverance is what you get. You might have been sucked into a game but to the people in this world its real, so this being a game is a moot point.

Please PM me if your interested.

Just call me Takida

Su'cuy my friends

You can just call me Takida, I am not much one for talking about myself.
So I will just say a few things. I am from the Northern U.S. where the
snow is bright and the weather is always weird. I was a part of the
guild once upon a time but took a break around the time it went down
for a little while. I have been roleplaying for the better of, lets see..
sixteen or so plus years; having got my start on the Runescape members
forum and it just sort of blew up from there. I am just a pretty chill dude
and a person who ain't about drama. I believe that was more than a couple things.
We can just call it a bakers couple of things, see you all around the guild.

Akay projor ca'nara