Post by twenty on Sept 15, 2015 11:48:30 GMT -5
Name: Twenty aka Frank Hills
Age: Twenty-three
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Hybrid, Human and something else.
Rank:
Powers:
Smoke Mimicry
User is made up of or can transform their body completely into smoke. Users transformed form can be either anatomically identical to their normal form, aside of being made of smoke, in which case it contains all to organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately user can transform into homogenous matter, without any part of their form being more important than the other.
Personality: Twenty was a quiet boy, shy, such better at listening then talking. He always found talking always lead to consciences, such as in the lab you talk, you got wiped, don’t talk unless spoken to was the damn golden rule back then. Even deciding the your words wisely back then. If you lied, you would get beaten or worse, then the ‘operations’ came around they wouldn’t give you anything to put you to sleep or make it painless.. no you would suffer slowly.
Yet now Twenty is still older and not with the cold laboratory scientists, he doesn’t mention a lot about his past, sure he can talk freely now. Yet he still prefers to silence to people talk. He often enjoy life’s little things, suck as eating ice-cream on a park bench. Something he never did as a kid, yet he is not naive, far from it. He has three levels of trust with people, the need to know bases which the same amount of trust that you’ll give to a strange, Familiar, which the same amount of trust you give to someone who you see everyday of your life, such as a waiter making your coffee just how you like it and then their is the companion. This is the step where it distance is a large step to take, he is a hybrid that moves from place to place with the wind. He would take you with him and trust his past with them, share his food and etc.
Appearance: He also has a tattoo of a “20” on his inner right wrist. Click for Image
Pros: Loyal to heart, Truthful to certain thing and Runner.
Cons: Trust issue, all moving place to place and Not a Fighter.
Back story:
* Twenty never had a real name as far as he knew, for most of his life Twenty was his name for sixteen years of his life.
* Twenty never knew his parents or ever felt a parents warmth or a mother’s kiss.
* Sure he had a mother who gave birth to him but thats all she did, gave birth to him. He was an unwanted child.
* People did take him in though, not the kind of people you think, scientists. Not just him they took in another twenty-nine babies from new born to six months.
* Those scientists were studying lung cancer, trying to find a cure. Then would implant the deadly virus into healthy babes and then try to make a cure when we got older, yet for the younger years of our lives they watched us adapt to the deadly virus. Slowly intoxicating us.
* With in the first few months they over intoxicated, Six, Thirteen, Sixteen and Thirty. Leaving Twenty-six of us alive.
* By the age of five years, One, Nine, Twelve, Seventeen, Eighteen, Twenty-three Twenty Four, Twenty Five and Twenty Eight had already died. Leaving Seventeen of us, still fighting the virus.
* By the age of seven years Three, Five and Eleven they bleed out on the operation table. Yet the scientist kept experimenting on their dead bodies. Also by the age of Eight years, Twenty two and Twenty nine who were twins were beaten and died from the coldness of our cells. Leaving Twelve of us alive.
* Nine years of age, they doubled the daily injections on us, Four, Seven, Fourteen and Twenty-six, didn’t last the night when that happened. Leaving eight of us left.
* Strange things happened in not long after this, our bodies didn’t seem right after the countless of daily operations we go through and dosage of injections too. We all felt light? like we were weightless.
* It didn’t take us long to figure it out after Nineteen and Twenty-ones bodies were no where to be found. We believed that the scientist came back after night hours and did something to them. But apparently they didn’t. A up roar happened and full locked down happened.
* Again we were beaten for answers, answers that we didn’t know or had. Yet that night both Nineteen and Twenty-one returned to their cells. They appeared like thin air, traveling like smoke floating in the breeze. They told us about amazing things that are beyond the cold walls of the Labourites. Green floors that tickle your feet that you walk on, endless blue ceiling above our heads. Coldness and warmth would also caress our faces too. A bright big thing in the sky too. We learnt about this big thing in the sky and green floor that tickles our feet. That was until the morning. They found Nineteen and Twenty-one back in their cells. The look on the scientists faces said it all. We knew they weren’t going to come back and sure enough they didn’t return to their cells that day nor the day after.
* Six of us left. All we could remember is that we lost consciousness and we were moved to different cells. closer to each other, yet in a lot smaller cells. I got to known the faces better of Twenty-seven and fifteen, since we were closer to each other now.
* It didn’t take long for the tiny cells make us go mad inside, the voices of Nineteen and Twenty-One. Sadly Ten and Twenty Seven lost their minds. There bodies started to do the disappearing act like the previous dead to did. Half of their body was smoke, yet armed forces came in and shot the solid part of them. Resulting their body to return back to solid form.
* Fifteen and Eight died the day that myself, Twenty and Two made it free, we escaped the walls of the horror at sixteen. Two out of Thirty of us survived. Now we must vanish into the wind so they can’t find us.
* Two, decided to name myself, Twenty as Frank Hills and I named her Beth Carter. We struggled to live in the outside world. Yet we never regretted leaving nor did we ever want to return to the horrible 'childhood home’.
* We learnt new skills to survive in this outside world, when we were back there we were never taught to read nor write, yet we all did learn how to count. Thats when we figure our names meant numbers. They gave us them so they didn’t get too attached to us and branded out names on to our right wrists.
* Beth went off to a child home, she wanted to be a nurse the last time I saw her.
* Yet now I’m Twenty Three years old and have and still currently doing, traveling the world and quietly out smoking any scientist who are after me. I have traveled though tribes of people learning how to hunt and speak tribal tongues too. Traveling to large cities were exciting too, I’m a freelance Photographer.
Secret phrases: We belong here.
How did you find us? Already a member here.
Age: Twenty-three
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Hybrid, Human and something else.
Rank:
Powers:
Smoke Mimicry
User is made up of or can transform their body completely into smoke. Users transformed form can be either anatomically identical to their normal form, aside of being made of smoke, in which case it contains all to organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately user can transform into homogenous matter, without any part of their form being more important than the other.
Personality: Twenty was a quiet boy, shy, such better at listening then talking. He always found talking always lead to consciences, such as in the lab you talk, you got wiped, don’t talk unless spoken to was the damn golden rule back then. Even deciding the your words wisely back then. If you lied, you would get beaten or worse, then the ‘operations’ came around they wouldn’t give you anything to put you to sleep or make it painless.. no you would suffer slowly.
Yet now Twenty is still older and not with the cold laboratory scientists, he doesn’t mention a lot about his past, sure he can talk freely now. Yet he still prefers to silence to people talk. He often enjoy life’s little things, suck as eating ice-cream on a park bench. Something he never did as a kid, yet he is not naive, far from it. He has three levels of trust with people, the need to know bases which the same amount of trust that you’ll give to a strange, Familiar, which the same amount of trust you give to someone who you see everyday of your life, such as a waiter making your coffee just how you like it and then their is the companion. This is the step where it distance is a large step to take, he is a hybrid that moves from place to place with the wind. He would take you with him and trust his past with them, share his food and etc.
Appearance: He also has a tattoo of a “20” on his inner right wrist. Click for Image
Pros: Loyal to heart, Truthful to certain thing and Runner.
Cons: Trust issue, all moving place to place and Not a Fighter.
Back story:
* Twenty never had a real name as far as he knew, for most of his life Twenty was his name for sixteen years of his life.
* Twenty never knew his parents or ever felt a parents warmth or a mother’s kiss.
* Sure he had a mother who gave birth to him but thats all she did, gave birth to him. He was an unwanted child.
* People did take him in though, not the kind of people you think, scientists. Not just him they took in another twenty-nine babies from new born to six months.
* Those scientists were studying lung cancer, trying to find a cure. Then would implant the deadly virus into healthy babes and then try to make a cure when we got older, yet for the younger years of our lives they watched us adapt to the deadly virus. Slowly intoxicating us.
* With in the first few months they over intoxicated, Six, Thirteen, Sixteen and Thirty. Leaving Twenty-six of us alive.
* By the age of five years, One, Nine, Twelve, Seventeen, Eighteen, Twenty-three Twenty Four, Twenty Five and Twenty Eight had already died. Leaving Seventeen of us, still fighting the virus.
* By the age of seven years Three, Five and Eleven they bleed out on the operation table. Yet the scientist kept experimenting on their dead bodies. Also by the age of Eight years, Twenty two and Twenty nine who were twins were beaten and died from the coldness of our cells. Leaving Twelve of us alive.
* Nine years of age, they doubled the daily injections on us, Four, Seven, Fourteen and Twenty-six, didn’t last the night when that happened. Leaving eight of us left.
* Strange things happened in not long after this, our bodies didn’t seem right after the countless of daily operations we go through and dosage of injections too. We all felt light? like we were weightless.
* It didn’t take us long to figure it out after Nineteen and Twenty-ones bodies were no where to be found. We believed that the scientist came back after night hours and did something to them. But apparently they didn’t. A up roar happened and full locked down happened.
* Again we were beaten for answers, answers that we didn’t know or had. Yet that night both Nineteen and Twenty-one returned to their cells. They appeared like thin air, traveling like smoke floating in the breeze. They told us about amazing things that are beyond the cold walls of the Labourites. Green floors that tickle your feet that you walk on, endless blue ceiling above our heads. Coldness and warmth would also caress our faces too. A bright big thing in the sky too. We learnt about this big thing in the sky and green floor that tickles our feet. That was until the morning. They found Nineteen and Twenty-one back in their cells. The look on the scientists faces said it all. We knew they weren’t going to come back and sure enough they didn’t return to their cells that day nor the day after.
* Six of us left. All we could remember is that we lost consciousness and we were moved to different cells. closer to each other, yet in a lot smaller cells. I got to known the faces better of Twenty-seven and fifteen, since we were closer to each other now.
* It didn’t take long for the tiny cells make us go mad inside, the voices of Nineteen and Twenty-One. Sadly Ten and Twenty Seven lost their minds. There bodies started to do the disappearing act like the previous dead to did. Half of their body was smoke, yet armed forces came in and shot the solid part of them. Resulting their body to return back to solid form.
* Fifteen and Eight died the day that myself, Twenty and Two made it free, we escaped the walls of the horror at sixteen. Two out of Thirty of us survived. Now we must vanish into the wind so they can’t find us.
* Two, decided to name myself, Twenty as Frank Hills and I named her Beth Carter. We struggled to live in the outside world. Yet we never regretted leaving nor did we ever want to return to the horrible 'childhood home’.
* We learnt new skills to survive in this outside world, when we were back there we were never taught to read nor write, yet we all did learn how to count. Thats when we figure our names meant numbers. They gave us them so they didn’t get too attached to us and branded out names on to our right wrists.
* Beth went off to a child home, she wanted to be a nurse the last time I saw her.
* Yet now I’m Twenty Three years old and have and still currently doing, traveling the world and quietly out smoking any scientist who are after me. I have traveled though tribes of people learning how to hunt and speak tribal tongues too. Traveling to large cities were exciting too, I’m a freelance Photographer.
Secret phrases: We belong here.
How did you find us? Already a member here.
