The Resistance
The Plot/Background
The idea began with a clever scientist in Brittania, a powerful country encompassing all of Europe, who, in the beginning of his career, aspired to create powerful soldiers that could outmatch those of Brittania's rival nations. It was a good idea at first, however, this idea became too inhumane for Britannia's citizens, and it was disbanded. Dissatisfied, the scientist and few of his collegues took their research and fled to Rodel, a neighboring, rival country, one much smaller than Brittania. There this scientist continued his work, only there were no volunteers to become his super-soldiers. He needed human test subjects. Where would he find people to test this theory on, and would this theory even prevail? Would it work?
A few months later, children started going missing in the small, poor border towns of Brittania. The number of children that "ran away" or "went missing" grew, day by day, week by week, skyrocketing into the thousands within just a year. These children weren't necessarily troubled and running from problems. They were taken. The Head Scientist, as he became known, was building an army.
These kids were tested on and transfused with the genes of different animals. Some died, some got really sick, and some went crazy. Finally... One child, a young girl, was a success. She became strong and powerful, the perfect example of a super soldier, everything the Head Scientist wanted. One they had one success, the thousands of children were each turned, one by one, and the rate of success grew and grew. They started to build an army and train these kids to fight. The Head Scientist at the base in Rodel called them Chimeras, half human, half animal.
The government of Britannia got word of these disappearances, then of the testing, and eventually, war broke loose between Rodel and Britannia. The only problem was that the Britannian army ended up fighting (and ultimately killing in some cases) the kids they were trying to rescue.
Coming to the present, the year 1940, fifteen years after kids started being stolen, the two armies are still fighting and kids are still being taken from the border towns. Some of these kids became cold blooded killers, insane. Some are scared and want out. Some escaped. However, even escaping doesn't truly mean freedom, not for the chimera kids. The Brittanian army hunts these children down, wanting them for questioning and seeing them as threats. Everywhere is dangerous, especially for these loose children, some now turned adults. Who can stop this situation? What if a different force rose? What if you could help? What are you going to do about it? What if you could resist?
If you would like to sign up or are interested in joining, feel free to post! I'll put a little character creator here to help you out, and I'll post my character for this too. This is actually a novel that I'm working on! This will be a very literate RP. I'd like at least full paragraph posts so we can move the story along well and build up the world. Feel free to add suggestions/advice.
Chimera Log- Escaped Chimeras
Adam Heidrich- 19- German Shepherd- Presumed alive
Elizabeth Gordon-17- Harpy Eagle-Presumed alive
Demi Osgood- 18- Black Mamba- Presumed alive
Marie Carpentier-16-Lion-Presumed alive
Crystal Dianthus-20- Crystal Jellyfish- Presumed alive
Nicholas Baker- 20- Mule deer- Presumed dead
Well. This was...Adam wasn't sure what he'd expected when he had arrived at his childhood home. At first, visions of children running, playing, and a loving family filled his memories. But then...
Screams. Gunshots. Running feet. Spilling blood.
His hand moved away from the door knob, almost as if the touch of the cold metal burned. The last time he stood in this home, his parents were alive. He was six years old. He and his younger brother Aaron, just four, had been playing pirates in the sitting room when the doorbell rang. His mother had answered, and hell had broken loose. Armed men had ran inside, quickly dispatching his mother near the stairway, while her two sons watched in horror from where they'd run upstairs. Their father, a Brittanian general, had come in ready to defend his family, but he was just as easily gunned down. Adam and Aaron had been easy to find and capture.
Adam had never seen his brother again.
The clean up took him nearly two weeks. The dust was easy to clean away once he got the water running. The blood...well, after over ten years of rotting into hardwood floor, that took a bit more effort. He ended up throwing a rug over it and trying to forget about it entirely.
He found himself alone. Alone in a huge house, unsure of what to do now. He'd escaped. He'd cut out his tracker chip, leaving him with a giant, jagged scar encompassing most of his left forearm. All he knew is that he couldn't stay here alone. He had no family. No one to help or go to. He had to do something.
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The young man leaned against the stone wall behind him, trying his best to stick to the shadows. This town was crawling with Brittanian soldiers, the nearest base just a mile away. Nick had thought himself lucky when he'd found the small Brittanian border town, however he realized quickly that chimeras weren't welcome. He'd already resorted to stealing food from the markets.
He'd escaped four months earlier, and had spent his meager existence in this town. He knew he must be somewhere in Old Poland, given the local language. The Welsh-born boy stood out like a sore thumb.
Nightmares plagued him nightly. He spent his nights in his deer form, curled on the cold grass, knowing winter was coming closer and closer. He had to make his way east, to where his family was. He knew they must be still alive. His sisters, at least, should be. Maybe his mother and father. They had taken him in a school raid, and none of his family had been there. Perhaps...perhaps they were still alive.
He hadn't escaped alone. It had been Oliver's plan, after all. Ollie was the brave one. Ollie had the plans, the bravery, the skill to find them an escape route. But it was Nick who crossed the broken electrical fence, and Ollie who was shot and dragged away screaming Nick's name. The guilt plagued him.
He should have let them take him.
He should have turned around.
He should have looked again. One last look.
It was raining. He pulled his knitted hat over his ears, grimacing. With his little body fat, any type of cold affected him greatly. His stomach rumbled, and he knew he'd have to steal again soon. What an existence this was.
Well. It was better than being a prisoner.
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