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Thread: The Experiments (Only 15 people needed)

Thanks Name Xavier Age17 Gender male Role experiment Skillsspeed, night vision Powers sharpened teeth and claws that retract Animal injected with tiger Personality Xavier is like a father figure to the experiments. He is always standing up for the younger ones and fighting off the scientists so they would not hurt them. On the outside xavoers a really hard assets but once you get to know him you realize he's only protecting the ones he loves. History much like every one else he was a orphan due to a fatal accident killing his parents. The rest of his family did not anything to do with cause he was considered a 'bastard' child in his family. Though he doesn't know it his family comes from a long line of what you can consider 'rich and pure blood'. Xavier was dumped on the orphange steps at the age of two. Left only with the scar above his left eye to remind him of his stuck up family. Appearance Xavier stand at about 6 feet 3 inches and weighs about 250 of ripped muscle. His hair is jet black and down at his waist at which he keeps back by a strand of string, his eyes are a golden hue due to the tiger injection. He has a scar over his left eye which is distorted white and stand out against his tan skin. Name Bryce Age five Gendermale Role experiment Skills hunting Powers super strength, hearing, Sharp claws and teeth Animal bear Personality like all five year old boys he thinks the world is a plaything and he likes exploring and playing with his older brother Xavier. History he came from the same place as Xavier and really does not have a history. Appearance he looks like his brother but has blonde highlights through his hair.
Thread: The Experiments (Only 15 people needed)

Name Altair Silvera Age 16 Gender Male Role Experiment or Scientist Experiment Skills Perfect and deadly vision and sharp hearing Powers Flight Animal injected with Hawk Personality Shadow is fun loving and kind. He has a natural talent for making others feel better and he likes to make people smile. Being he can be serious at times but mostly he likes to laugh and be around others. He's flirty and likes to seduce females and likes his freedom. He'll often be out in the forest relaxing or running and hunting. He's secretly a hopeless romantic. Free-Spirited, Fighter, Fun-Loving, Flirty, Social, Hot headed, Stubborn, Protective, and Generally nice. History Bio Altair was always in the orphanage for as long as he could remember and was a solitary person despite his social attitude now. He found something in Xavier that brought him out of seclusion he saw the way he stood up for them and Altair broke his shell. He wanted to protect the younger ones as well. He learned how to fight early on and was his personal reason for getting in trouble so much. He liked sharp object and could be deadly with a blade that even a razor would be the death of many before they could put him down. He was seen as a bad apple though but it didn't get to him and he just pushed on. He grew attached to Rebecca in a sibling aspect and always thought that he was one to be her main protector. When they were taken he knew something was wrong and was quick to raise his fist but was quickly put down. After the experiment he realized he was closer to angel now and he wouldn't let her down. Even after the experiment he retained his feisty personality and smart remarks often abused because of it. But every chance he go he would hurt them either physically or verbally. He was a fighter and no one would be able to tame him. Appearance Description or picture.
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

Erat heard the bell ring and he turned his head to look behind him. How strange. He thought to himself. The customer was was dressed in an old fashion, one that the Dryad had not seen in his lifetime. It looked rich and sophisticated, as opposed to Erat's simple grey T-shirt and worn and weary short jeans. Something about him was off, but he did not give off a distinct aura of any kind that the Dryad was sensitive enough to detect. It wasn't a void, like a lack of an aura. More like, it was muted. Like how when you can watch a person with no voice scream and shout. You know it's there, you can feel it, but something is missing. It was like his presence canceled itself out at all times. He just stood there, not saying anything. Erat would not have been so perturbed, even with the man's bizarre...lack of being...if it were not for the fact that he said nothing. Simply watching. Erat tried to brush it off as just waiting in line, though he could feel his eyes on him. Erat stayed facing forward and waited for his money, then he would leave. The Alchemist returned with the money, setting it on the counter and looking past Erat saw Hatter, Welcome! He smiled, which only scrunched his face more, How can I help you?
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

Quite so, citizen, Hatter murmured with a little bit of pep to his voice. His smile was soft but fake. He didn't like to smile and was usually against such pleasantries, but he needed his fix and being unruly was not satisfactory to getting things he needed. Molten orange tinged with red eyes focused on the Alchemist but switched attention to the Dryad frequently with unabashed interest. He would not be swayed from following the man home. He liked his smell, his aura almost completely pure. Nymphs and the like had an almost pure aura which drew creatures like him. It was the Dryad's day that Hatter was the only creature who was intensely drawn or the poor thing would have been capture already. Dryads were very rare these days. I am looking to purchase leaves in order to create the fine thirst quencher known as tea. Would you be able to procure some for me? I would be absolutely delighted to take them off your hands and give you proper payment in return, Hatter spoke pleasantly enough, but his attention was hardly on the Alchemist. It seemed that the Dryad had already been targeted by the half-breed's unpredictable fancies. He needed the clean air and the fresh soil, so he was going to follow the being home. What would he do with him? He wasn't quite sure yet, but he wasn't going to leave the poor man alone.
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

Of course, of course! The Alchemist nodded and reached to a shelf behind the counter, pulling small cubic boxes down. He set one of each marked with a different letter on the counter to present to Hatter, Take you pick, what kind do you want? And how much? He asked, ready to serve in any way. He had a number of customers that were not human, and anyone could actually be a dragon as far as he knew. He always did his best to be accommodating and gracious to those that entered his store so that they would not only want to return for business, but to allow him to live when they leave. He knew better than to ever charge more than he needed to make a profit he could live off of. His business done, Erat took the money from the counter. He turned on his heel and left the store, glad to escape the look and feel of the richly dressed man. Erat did not like the hollow happiness the man gave, or the way he spoke and that constantly strange feeling he got around the man. He began walking down the street with his basket, on his way home.
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

A pound of those rich red leaves should suffice along with a half pound of the those black ones. And I'll be happy to give you these... Reaching into one of his many pockets, Hatter produced three small, but solid gold coins and placed them on the counter. He knew it was technically a lot of money to give the man but his tea was worth it. His eyes tracked the Dryad, feeling that the Alchemist was nervous and he should have been. He kept up his pleasantries knowing full-well that the Dryad was leaving. He didn't have to follow right quick, but he would keep track of him. He already had his scent and aura imprinted on his mind. He could find him anywhere. Perhaps he would play a game? He wasn't quite sure yet. Tapping his gloved fingers on the counter top and waited for the Alchemist to hurry the fuck up so he could be on his way to play with the little Dryad.
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

The alchemist slid one box forward and reached under his counter to pull out a bag, and with a small utensil he dished half of one box into the bag and set it on top of the other box, sliding them across the counter to to the richly dressed man. The rich part seemed to be no illusion, as he was presented three golden coins as payment. The Alchemist's eyes were wide some shock, but mostly a desire to get the coins before the man changed his mind. He took the coins and put them in his pocket, then began returning all of the other things back to their places on the shelf behind the counter.
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

Just be aware, Alchemist...if you've tried to hold back anything from me, you won't be sleeping ever again. Hatter's eyes had lost the fake joyful glow to show the dark creature underneath for a split second before his charm slid back into place with a mere blink. Smiling broadly, he took the bag and box and waved as he took his leave, singing that he would return again if he was in the area and out of tea. Closing the door behind him with hardly a sound, the half-breed hid the box and bag inside some of his various pockets, shrinking them into proper portions with his outfit. He really did love his magical tailor. He could do such things himself with enough magic, but it was usually just bothersome. These pockets were specifically aligned with his energy so he didn't expel anything that would draw creatures to him and divulge his location. But it wasn't just his clothes that muted his power. He did that all by himself. Without having to think about it. Taking a deep inhale, Hatter found the trail that the Dryad had left behind and commented to himself that the fucker sure did walk fast. Adjusting his hat, the half-breed took off at a brisk pace in order to keep up a proper distance and catch up with his new found obsession.
Thread: -Rocky Soil- Hahvoc and Jaqueline

Cheerfully ready to wave his pleased customer good bye the alchemist's smile melted off and a shiver went down his spine as Hatter gave a display of nightmares through his eyes. In a moment it was gone, and he left, but the man stayed frozen in place, terrified. Erat was out of range to detect the white noise that was Hatter's aura. He kept a brisk pace to return back to his garden. Beyond tending it he did little else. He never went to more than one shop a day, just to give himself something to do when he was not growing his plants. So he spaced his trips out. It was best not to stay out at night, especially recently where some Vampire and Nightmare turf wars had been getting more frequent and were always ugly. He arrived back at his half of a home and set his money inside a drawer, then went out back to sit in his garden. He knelt down, one hand to the ground, crossed his legs and sat up with his back straight, taking in a deep breath. The only place in the city he knew of where one could get the smell of truly living plant life.
Thread: Jugger x Anaeria

The kingdom of Yokai, a kingdom full of brutes and corruption, believing that power and money is the only way to rule a kingdom and to live happily. It has been one of the two great nations aboard a single continent. The other is the nation of Florensia, a peaceful and green nation of humans that believe that peace is the way the world should run. Though, they are not defenseless and are masters of war just as much as Yokai, though they choose not to fight unless its required for the benefit or protection of their kingdom. Nathan Stone is one of the generals of Florensia's grand army, and leads his troops to battle. A Florensian spy that was stationed in Yokai sent word of an attack heading to Florensia through the old Cave Route in the mountains, and the attack would be large. There were also notes of strange cargo covered in rags being escorted along with the troops via oxen, and Nathan's troop would be there to intercept the Yokai to stop them from attacking Florensia. Nathan's troops steady themselves at the exit of the cave, several men taking positions behind rocks while Nathan and several others of his men proceed through the cave, thinking that his elite forces could take out some Yokai soldiers easily with backup at the exit of the cave should the chance arise that they fail in battle. Several hours later, Nathan and his men sit there, watching and waiting for Yokai, only to see several lights suddenly light up in the opposite end of the cave. It was sparks, electrical sparks, coming off of some drill-like machine. The drill seemed to be rotating at a rapid speed as Yokai began to start pushing it forward toward Nathan's troops. Alright men! This is what we're here for! To battle! Charge! Nathan roared as he pointed with his katana sword for his men to rush off. He raised his hand to pick up his rifle and aim it down to try and cripple the drill by killing off its soldiers...but something weird happened. The bullet range through the cave but when it came to the soldiers, sparks hit the bullet and sent it flying back toward Nathan, who dodged it easily. What!? Was all he said before a loud blasting sound occurred. Nathan turned to look and the last thing he saw was a white light before being shot into the cave wall, causing it to collapse around him and his men that were still inside...Nathan was not dead...He was frozen in electricity... ---- One century later, Yokai takes over the kingdom of Florensia and completely dominate it. The poor are taxed and beaten, executed, and made examples of publicly while the rich go about their lives freely and with leisure. A large earthquake strikes the nation, causing destruction to one of the smaller poor towns but no one is killed. The buildings and defensive walls are destroyed, leaving the poor to be capable of being looted by bandits and other vagabonds. The earthquake destroys the mountain that Nathan was stuck in, and collapsed around him, freeing him of his stasis-like state and slowly his body begins to reawaken, but he is still unconscious.
Thread: Jugger x Anaeria

Lisandra Argeneau was the woman to discover the strangely dressed male, picking her way a day or so after the Great Quake through the rubble that was now little more than mud and boulders and stone crags. She was silent in her search for herbs and plants to help her people survive the winter, hiding in plain sight as medicinal herbs when the bandits and such arrived seeking bigger hauls such as the obvious carrots and melons and sheep to carry off with them. The wild animals had fled before the Quake, and she knew she'd not find so much as a bird in the sky for another day or so, so hunting was out of the question. Her basket was half full by the time she found him, hopping over a large boulder and nearly stepping on the prone form. Immediately the white haired woman bent down to check to see if he lived, relieved when she felt a warm breath against the back of her dark skinned hand. He wasn't dead thankfully, though his legs were encased in some mud, as it had rained the night before. He was filthy too, but that could be remedied easily enough, as the rivers were still clean enough to drink from. Setting her basket down, she began to dig, using a slim steel shovel that the blacksmith had made for her when she became a woman in the eyes of her people. Now almost twenty six, she'd yet to take a husband and was perfectly capable of fending for herself in a fight. Hellfires, she was almost as tall as the men in her village, and had no intention of marrying any of them as they were all weaker than her physically and mentally. She won every game she ever played, won every race ever run and so on and so forth. The day was actually fairly decent, with the scent of heavy earth after a fresh rain. It almost made one forget the destruction the Quake had left behind. Finally digging the stranger out of the mud and muck, Lisandra tucked some white hair, now streaked liberally with mud, behind her ear and hefted the shorter male up until he was settled over her shoulders securely. Snatching up her basket as she straightened she headed for her cottage, a pleasant enough place just on the outskirts of the village, away from all the noise of squalling babies and grunting men with their shrill women folks. The emerald eyed woman much preferred her own quiet mind and quieter voice, with her abilities to speak to animals much easier than speaking to others of her own kind. Three hours later, she was home, and she and her newest companion, short as he was, were cleaned up, with him not awakened yet, but with no injuries to his body that she had seen while she cleaned him up of the muck and dirt. His clothing was strange indeed, and she was careful as she began to clean it as well, oiling the metal sword and then frowning at the gun. It's muzzle was stuck full of mud, making it nearly impossible to fire and she didn't understand it's components enough to clean it properly, so she set it aside for last and dealt with the strangers' clothing quickly, hanging them to dry by the fire, which also cooked her dinner, and apparently the strangers' if he ever woke up.
Thread: Jugger x Anaeria

His mind was hazed with a cloud of confusion as he was half awake yet half unconscious, able to hear the sounds of the fire crackling and he could smell the food cooking, yet he was unable to open his eyes to see where he was or who had found him, or speak to see if anyone was still even there to tend to the fire which he assumed was cooking whatever it was that made that glorious scent. He felt...cold...this much he could tell. His body was light, compared to having the heavy armor on that usually kept his body heated as well. It was odd to feel such a thing so suddenly after awakening from what he remembered was such a sudden battle. He would have seen he was naked thanks to the stranger stripping him of his clothes to wash. He would not awaken until sometime after Lisandra had finished cooking her food. His eyes opened slightly, yet his vision was blurry and there still remained visions of a bright flash of light in his eyes, making things difficult to see. He could feel some bones in his body were bruised greatly, as the impact into the wall was so very strong he was sure he had died. When his body had awakened enough to endure such minor pain, compared to other wounds he had before, he sat up and looked around, his vision now fully restored but his mind still a haze and he was with temporary amnesia about what had happened, only remembering the flash of light and his name and that he was in a battle. Though nothing else, not what the battle was about, for whom it was for, and what happened exactly. Looking over, he could see a large woman, taller than he was even while sitting. She must have been seven feet tall compared to him being five feet and nine inches. He was surprised and his mouth was agape, never seeing someone like this before. Excuse me... His voice was weak and dry, and he held his throat in pain as soon as he finished speaking, in desperate need of water. Water...Liquid...something...I'm terribly thirsty...Please...
Thread: Jugger x Anaeria

Hearing her companion waking up and fumbled to sit up, Lisandra blinked over at him as he mumbled something unintelligible to her. After a moment however she set aside her bowl and got up to get a mug of water, placing the cool liquid into one of the many clay mugs she had made herself and fired, since none of the women in the village would give her any, even for medicines. Smoothing back some of the waist length white hair, which was now clean thank you very much, she walked back silently to the bed and crouched down in front of the short man, not even worrying a little about her near nakedness. She was wearing just a breast band, which held nothing to the imagination really as her nipples were still hard from the cold water she'd used to wash with, having used the warm water to clean him up earlier. Her lower body was covered only with a loin cloth that also covered little and left all of her legs exposed, as well as her toned belly and arms. Holding the bowl of water up, she smiled slightly, more kindly than anything, and held the mug to his lips until he could take it himself to drink from. His words, though croaky and creaky from obvious disuse, were understandable enough for her to respond quietly in a halting, much more musical voice Life Source...drink. It good. After saying that however, she turned away quickly and went to get him some of the broth from the soup she had made. He seemed to be dehydrated, which meant he hadn't eaten properly either, so broth and water would do for now. And she didn't like how she spoke with him, her words stumbling and inaccurate. Closing her green eyes for a moment as she filled the bowl halfway with soup, she opened them just before turning back to the bed to see to her newest companion further. Lisandra wasn't stupid. In fact she was smarter than most of the villagers she lived near, but her inability to speak clearly or loudly had labelled her as a mouse, despite her height and strength and ability. The soup she made was famous as well, and was full of nutrients that were needed for the body. Getting a carved wooden spoon from a woven basket, she returned to the bed and knelt by it again, bringing with her a clay jug full of more water in case he needed more. Speaking to the birds was much easier than speaking with other humans she'd found, even speaking to the cranky badgers was more pleasant, but this...very short, but still fully grown human man was a curiosity, and she wanted to communicate better. Found you.....in pit-mud...lots dirty. She made a face slightly at the mention of the dirt she'd found him in, then went still to see if he understood her at all. Gods she wanted him to understand her. No one else in the village did, since she spoke more animal-sense than human-sense, and whenever she was riled up or scared of something she'd end up chattering in squirrel or hissing snake or something equally odd. Normally the white haired Lisandra was proud of her abilities, but this time...and several other times in her life, she'd been ashamed and pressed her lips tightly together, dropping her eyes to focus on the soup broth she was offering to the other.
Thread: Jugger x Anaeria

Nathan watched as the giantess approached him with a container of water, and he eagerly, yet weakly, took it from her and began to drink from it heartily, the color slowly returning to his cheeks and the rest of his skin as he was slowly being even more rejuvenated thanks to the purity of water itself. When he noticed how naked she was, he blushed, having been so long In his mind anyway since he had been with a woman because of the stupid war, he could not help but blush a little and erect slightly as his imagination took a mind of its own as she helped him, though he tried his best to keep it hidden by pulling up the covers a little more. He could smell the broth and was reminded of it as he saw her get up and go to the fire to see her begin to make him a bowl of the wonderous meal that could have really hit the spot for him right then, so he would happily eat it. Seeing her come back, he took it and began to eat with the wooden spoon, downing the meal like a brute despite how weak he was and within a minute or two he was done. He was a warrior, not a nobleman...so he was not taught how to act politely whenever he was treated well by others within the confines of another's home. When she spoke to him about how she found him, he frowned. A pit mud? What could that mean? He just remembered a mountain and a flash of light. And he assumed he would be dirty if he was near a mountain, or rather inside a cave inside of it. Pit mud... He repeated, a little more powerfully and stronger now thanks to eating and drinking to help him recover. I guess I was in...a muddy area...? He murmured, assuming she was cleaning his clothes because it had dirt on it supposedly. He looked to her. What...is your name, giantess? I am Nathan Stone...General of Florensia's Elite Squad.