Tunnel 17
05-22-2010, 02:56 AM
Thud
Thud
Thud
The first thing you hear is the beating of a heart.It surrounds you,it terrifies you,it comforts you.It acts as your mother,nourishing you,protecting you.It acts as your father,molding you,praising you.
The first thing you see is red.The the red moves,it expands and contracts in rhythm to the beats.You recognize,though you don't know how,the Cardiac muscle,moving in time to the rhythm,as if the beating caused it to move and not the other way around.Then you feel The Hands.Cold,freezing hands,gripping you by the chest.Light flows through the holes these gloves have ripped through your home.The heart screeches in pain,in fear,the beating becomes irregular and it clenches its child with a fearsome strength.
The gloved hands do not relent.Even as you watch the muscles squeeze and tighten,even as they attempt to rip the arms from their protrusion.The arms hold true and steadily win their battle.Your infantile form is pulled from the giant heart and it sobs,blood spilling from its gaping holes.It screams for its child but The Hands show no pity.The Hands are many,they work in tandem,Each ripping the child from the heart and disposing of it when the infant shudders and dies in its hand.
Before long,each of the carts that The Hands brought to dispose of the bodies has been filled and The Hands look at you. Fear,hatred, admiration, adoration,they look upon you and nod."On to the next room."A voice calls out,and The Hands shuffle away.Leaving you alone with one of their kind,he smiles.
You're not human.Not entirely human anyway,you've always had this niggling doubt about yourself.It was little things,like how that snake didn't bite you when you stepped on its eggs.Little things.Then you got that letter asking you to come to Kalp®,creator of fine products everywhere.You packed eagerly,the reasons were different for each one of you but it didn't matter.They got you a PRIVATE FREAKING JET,that rendered every argument against them invalid.Something happened when you got over water though.The plane took off and you felt something stir inside of you,something breaking and something blossoming.
You wake up in a completely white room,wearing a white shirt with white pants and white shoes that can be charitably described as nurse's shoes.What's outside is.......chaos.Pure unmitigated chaos.Welcome to the Broken City,the juxtaposition of every form of horrible civilization known to man.The Roman Centurions go to battle against the Mongol hordes while ministry of love brainwashes captured Nazi soldiers and you've been thrown right into the middle of it.Welcome to the Broken City.
Now I'm not saying that the Romans or the Mongols were evil but the Broken City takes the worst of ever civilization and makes that the centerpiece of the city.The "normal" people it doesn't have a caricature for are written as grey human shaped figures that repeat whatever they've heard last.Easy to kill,break apart like tissue paper but there seems to be an unlimited amount created by the city.
Now before I post the character sheets I want you to know that your character can be any age,gender,race,or ability.He can be a cripple if that floats your boat,but he must be human (figuratively),and please take time on these sheets,they're huge for a reason.
Character sheets:
Name:(Current)
Name at birth:(Original)
Alias(es):(What others know him by)
Title(s):(King of blablabla or the Chancellor of Blooblooblu)
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:(Sexual)
Race:
Ancestry: (If he's black,is he from Africa or the Caribbean?If he's chinese,does he have any German or French ancestors?)
Height:
Weight:
Blood type:
Birthplace:
D.O.B.:
Residence: (Before the abduction)
True age: (Their actual age)
Father:
Mother:
Brother(s):
Sister(s):
Children:
Adoptive:
Other:
Marital status:
Occupation:
Previous employment:
Religion:
Alignment: (Moral)
Social class: (lower,upper,middle?)
Skin color:
Hair color:
Hair style:
Eye color:
Facial hair:
Facial features:
Body build:
Markings:
Clothing-(The ones they were wearing on the plane)
Head:
Neck:
Torso:
Legs:
Shoes:
Accessories:
Personality:
Overall I.Q.:
Dominant brain hemisphere:(Creative or practical?)
Primary arm:
Likes in General:
Dislikes in General:
Hobbies:
Education:
Phobias:
Allergies:
Diseases:
Primary Language:
Secondary Languages:
Friends:
Enemies:
Rivals:
Battle Information:
Weapons-
Natural Abilities-(Okay,now when it comes to picking your ONE power you have to think big.Not nuke style big but if they can't kill an entire armed swat team with their power than you need to make it more powerful.)
Other Abilities: N/A
Power:
Amount of energy (character:average ratio):
Regeneration ratio (character: average ratio):
Spiritual Battle Attributes: (Someone who control fire would put flames,someone who can blind people would say light or eyes)
Combat Styles-
Battle Theme:
Performed By:
Album:
Record label:
Theme Song:
Performed By:
Album:
Record label:
Quote:(Something from them that personifies them)
Summarized Biography:
(My first thread *yay* ,I'm full of fear and anticipation)
Thud
Thud
The first thing you hear is the beating of a heart.It surrounds you,it terrifies you,it comforts you.It acts as your mother,nourishing you,protecting you.It acts as your father,molding you,praising you.
The first thing you see is red.The the red moves,it expands and contracts in rhythm to the beats.You recognize,though you don't know how,the Cardiac muscle,moving in time to the rhythm,as if the beating caused it to move and not the other way around.Then you feel The Hands.Cold,freezing hands,gripping you by the chest.Light flows through the holes these gloves have ripped through your home.The heart screeches in pain,in fear,the beating becomes irregular and it clenches its child with a fearsome strength.
The gloved hands do not relent.Even as you watch the muscles squeeze and tighten,even as they attempt to rip the arms from their protrusion.The arms hold true and steadily win their battle.Your infantile form is pulled from the giant heart and it sobs,blood spilling from its gaping holes.It screams for its child but The Hands show no pity.The Hands are many,they work in tandem,Each ripping the child from the heart and disposing of it when the infant shudders and dies in its hand.
Before long,each of the carts that The Hands brought to dispose of the bodies has been filled and The Hands look at you. Fear,hatred, admiration, adoration,they look upon you and nod."On to the next room."A voice calls out,and The Hands shuffle away.Leaving you alone with one of their kind,he smiles.
You're not human.Not entirely human anyway,you've always had this niggling doubt about yourself.It was little things,like how that snake didn't bite you when you stepped on its eggs.Little things.Then you got that letter asking you to come to Kalp®,creator of fine products everywhere.You packed eagerly,the reasons were different for each one of you but it didn't matter.They got you a PRIVATE FREAKING JET,that rendered every argument against them invalid.Something happened when you got over water though.The plane took off and you felt something stir inside of you,something breaking and something blossoming.
You wake up in a completely white room,wearing a white shirt with white pants and white shoes that can be charitably described as nurse's shoes.What's outside is.......chaos.Pure unmitigated chaos.Welcome to the Broken City,the juxtaposition of every form of horrible civilization known to man.The Roman Centurions go to battle against the Mongol hordes while ministry of love brainwashes captured Nazi soldiers and you've been thrown right into the middle of it.Welcome to the Broken City.
Now I'm not saying that the Romans or the Mongols were evil but the Broken City takes the worst of ever civilization and makes that the centerpiece of the city.The "normal" people it doesn't have a caricature for are written as grey human shaped figures that repeat whatever they've heard last.Easy to kill,break apart like tissue paper but there seems to be an unlimited amount created by the city.
Now before I post the character sheets I want you to know that your character can be any age,gender,race,or ability.He can be a cripple if that floats your boat,but he must be human (figuratively),and please take time on these sheets,they're huge for a reason.
Character sheets:
Name:(Current)
Name at birth:(Original)
Alias(es):(What others know him by)
Title(s):(King of blablabla or the Chancellor of Blooblooblu)
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:(Sexual)
Race:
Ancestry: (If he's black,is he from Africa or the Caribbean?If he's chinese,does he have any German or French ancestors?)
Height:
Weight:
Blood type:
Birthplace:
D.O.B.:
Residence: (Before the abduction)
True age: (Their actual age)
Father:
Mother:
Brother(s):
Sister(s):
Children:
Adoptive:
Other:
Marital status:
Occupation:
Previous employment:
Religion:
Alignment: (Moral)
Social class: (lower,upper,middle?)
Skin color:
Hair color:
Hair style:
Eye color:
Facial hair:
Facial features:
Body build:
Markings:
Clothing-(The ones they were wearing on the plane)
Head:
Neck:
Torso:
Legs:
Shoes:
Accessories:
Personality:
Overall I.Q.:
Dominant brain hemisphere:(Creative or practical?)
Primary arm:
Likes in General:
Dislikes in General:
Hobbies:
Education:
Phobias:
Allergies:
Diseases:
Primary Language:
Secondary Languages:
Friends:
Enemies:
Rivals:
Battle Information:
Weapons-
Natural Abilities-(Okay,now when it comes to picking your ONE power you have to think big.Not nuke style big but if they can't kill an entire armed swat team with their power than you need to make it more powerful.)
Other Abilities: N/A
Power:
Amount of energy (character:average ratio):
Regeneration ratio (character: average ratio):
Spiritual Battle Attributes: (Someone who control fire would put flames,someone who can blind people would say light or eyes)
Combat Styles-
Battle Theme:
Performed By:
Album:
Record label:
Theme Song:
Performed By:
Album:
Record label:
Quote:(Something from them that personifies them)
Summarized Biography:
(My first thread *yay* ,I'm full of fear and anticipation)