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[OOC] Imitation Black
SilentAero
Cool_Time22
IC: imitation-black-t214260.html
Two months ago, a giant chain of unexplained murders began. First it started with only teenagers, but then the murder range expanded into every age, race, or gender. Police only find mangled bodies with blood everywhere. Most of the corpses' faces are unrecognizable, and the ones that are still intact are usually stuck in a state of fear. There seems to be no evidence or leads on who it might possibly be. A lot of people have been suspected, but there was an extreme lack of evidence for each single case.
However, there is a group that calls itself Aegis. This group's members are rather unique, in the sense that they have an "ability." This "ability" allows for them to be able to see the monsters dubbed Imitations. The Imitations can vary in size and appearance. They also appear visible to regular eye when attacking/killing, though otherwise only those with the ability can see them.
Aegis holds base in the restaurant "North-Western Star." It's famous for its seafood, and is most popular with the age-group of 16~23. The members of Aegis use the basement for home-base, and the employees to the restaurant are all tested for the potential of having the ability. The tests are usually such as either stalking the person and waiting until there's an encounter with an Imitation. If the person sees or acknowledges the Imitation, the person is brought into further testing and may be able to become a member of Aegis.
However, there is a group that calls itself Aegis. This group's members are rather unique, in the sense that they have an "ability." This "ability" allows for them to be able to see the monsters dubbed Imitations. The Imitations can vary in size and appearance. They also appear visible to regular eye when attacking/killing, though otherwise only those with the ability can see them.
Aegis holds base in the restaurant "North-Western Star." It's famous for its seafood, and is most popular with the age-group of 16~23. The members of Aegis use the basement for home-base, and the employees to the restaurant are all tested for the potential of having the ability. The tests are usually such as either stalking the person and waiting until there's an encounter with an Imitation. If the person sees or acknowledges the Imitation, the person is brought into further testing and may be able to become a member of Aegis.
Rules:
1.] Meta-gaming, god-modding, ect. are obviously not allowed.
2.] Mary-Sues/Gary-Lues are going to be declined, obviously.
3.] If you break the lore of the story, you'll be expelled for however long chosen.
4.] Making the plot revolve around you will also result in expulsion.
5.] Your character should be reasonable. A kawaii-desu alien from a different universe that can shoot lasers from her eyes is obviously unreasonable.
6.] Do not be of the idiot/troll/generally-rude arcana.
7.] Oh by the way acceptors have the right to yell at you for stupid things, whether it be just illogical or against the rules.
Extra Information:
- Imitations usually have a "human form" and a "Imitation form."
- Imitations can see other Imitations. This could possibly mean that humans with teh ability to see/hurt Imitations could be some form of Imitation.
- Aegis is split into troops/groups, unless there's an especially dangerous Imitation.
Character Skeleton:
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[b]Race:[/b]
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[b]Personal History:[/b] [Backstory.]
[b]Occupation:[/b]
[b]Role:[/b] [As in, if you're part of Aegis or something else, identify your rank in said group.]
[b]Relationships:[/b] [Friends, dating, ect.]
[b]Extra Info:[/b]Accepted, Accepters, and the Banned:
SilentAero -- Dustin J. McAshton
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Appearance:
Full Name: Dustin J. McAshton.
Age: Twenty.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Personality: Dustin is relatively typical. He dislikes people who are serious all the time, though he also dislikes people who are constantly joking around. He's relatively quiet unless with good friends, and he also likes to listen on other peoples' conversations if he's not doing anything important.
Personal History:
Dustin was friends with Zoey since kindergarten. He had other friends, but they weren't best friends. It was never a "love" relationship. They never dated, they never kissed. They were just great friends. Dustin would say potato, she would say carrot, and they would have potatoes and carrots. They quarreled a lot, but that's what best friends always did and the mark of a true friendship is if it survives through countless fights and arguments. They were almost like siblings to each other. They always hung out together, as much as possible. They were both the only child in their families, and Dustin's parents both had day-jobs, so naturally he hung out with his best friend all day.
However, on his first year of college, something just happened. They had grown apart. Dustin himself felt that it was the fact that they both wanted to go out into the world and do their own thing. After all, they were both eighteen so they were legally adults. However, it wasn't actually that. It was just him that wanted to do that. Or maybe, it was because they were both busy with college and stuff. No. They both found free time. Later, he decided to investigate during a week long break. Dustin had asked around, talked to everyone that knew her, but they all knew as much as Dustin. So, he tried visiting her.
He tried knocking, but no-one answered. He tried the handle. It opened with a squeak. There was a breeze coming from an open window, and the room was a mess, as if there was no time to clean it... No, as if there was no point to cleaning it. As far as he could tell from a step in, there was no-one inside. He called out, but no-one answered, so he just simply left. There was obviously no point in trying any further. If she was hiding from him, then so be it.
A week and several days passed before there was a news report about a recent car accident. Dustin himself hadn't seen it, but instead one of his friends had talked to him about it. Apparently, Zoey had been found dead, presumably hit by a large truck on the Highway 42. It was reported that it was around midnight, a strange time to be out. The report also said that there was no other car involved in the incident. Why would she be standing on the road? Dustin knew that Zoey wasn't the one to commit suicide like that. She was better than that... Wasn't she?
Dustin's father was fortunately a police officer. Luckily, his father trusted him a lot and he would sometimes tell him more about cases if they involved people he knew. Apparently, a passing citizen that drove past had stated that Zoey had stopped by a man who appeared to be homeless. Several moments the passerby had heard a crash, since the woman had slowed down to catch a glimpse of what was happening. She then called 911, but by the time the ambulance came, Zoey had died. Some officers had thought that maybe the truck was specifically aimed at her. She was on the side of the road, so such a direct hit would probably have to be aimed.
However, regardless of how much he tried, Dustin couldn't solve the case. No matter what he did, there was no evidence stating anything about anyone. There was no driver in the truck, and no-one was found by the incident except Zoey. The woman who called the ambulance had seen no-one else after the crash, so it was incredibly curious. Due to this incident, Dustin had dropped out of college. Instead, he decided he would get some experience in the real-world first. Having a full-time job, living away from parents, and supporting himself.
He got a job at a popular new restaurant named North-Western Star. After all, he liked seafood, and he would get a discount for working there. One day, in his earlier time of working there, he had witnessed a strange man stumble into the restaurant late at night. His arm was almost torn off. There were only two other people there, a senior worker and him. Dustin kept cleaning as if he hadn't heard or saw anything, but then there was a scream. The man had been attacked by... something. It was repulsive to Dustin. It looked as if it bathed in garbage every night. It smelled the part, too. However, the senior worker there had managed to kill it with a shotgun. It luckily died easily. The man who was attacked had died. He had died by the time he was brought to a hospital.
Later, Dustin was confronted by the same senior staff member. He was told of Aegis, and its mission. He was briefed on what Imitations were, so he had information to base his decision on. Dustin himself thought that something like this could lead to something about Zoey's case. He accepted the offer to join.
Occupation: He works as a janitor in North-Western Star.
Role: He works in reconnaissance, typically about any kind of rumor or case involving murders and/or the Imitations. However, he sometimes also works in some elimination squads if the Imitation is marked as dangerous enough to require the whole team or the team's busy, either on the field or in the restaurant.
Relationships: Other than some random friends, a few in Aegis, no-one in particular. He lives with a room-mate, a girl name Alecia, in an apartment building.
Extra Info: His favorite food is fish. His favorite color is dark blue. His least favorite color is bright green. His least favorite food is ham.
Full Name: Dustin J. McAshton.
Age: Twenty.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Personality: Dustin is relatively typical. He dislikes people who are serious all the time, though he also dislikes people who are constantly joking around. He's relatively quiet unless with good friends, and he also likes to listen on other peoples' conversations if he's not doing anything important.
Personal History:
Dustin was friends with Zoey since kindergarten. He had other friends, but they weren't best friends. It was never a "love" relationship. They never dated, they never kissed. They were just great friends. Dustin would say potato, she would say carrot, and they would have potatoes and carrots. They quarreled a lot, but that's what best friends always did and the mark of a true friendship is if it survives through countless fights and arguments. They were almost like siblings to each other. They always hung out together, as much as possible. They were both the only child in their families, and Dustin's parents both had day-jobs, so naturally he hung out with his best friend all day.
However, on his first year of college, something just happened. They had grown apart. Dustin himself felt that it was the fact that they both wanted to go out into the world and do their own thing. After all, they were both eighteen so they were legally adults. However, it wasn't actually that. It was just him that wanted to do that. Or maybe, it was because they were both busy with college and stuff. No. They both found free time. Later, he decided to investigate during a week long break. Dustin had asked around, talked to everyone that knew her, but they all knew as much as Dustin. So, he tried visiting her.
He tried knocking, but no-one answered. He tried the handle. It opened with a squeak. There was a breeze coming from an open window, and the room was a mess, as if there was no time to clean it... No, as if there was no point to cleaning it. As far as he could tell from a step in, there was no-one inside. He called out, but no-one answered, so he just simply left. There was obviously no point in trying any further. If she was hiding from him, then so be it.
A week and several days passed before there was a news report about a recent car accident. Dustin himself hadn't seen it, but instead one of his friends had talked to him about it. Apparently, Zoey had been found dead, presumably hit by a large truck on the Highway 42. It was reported that it was around midnight, a strange time to be out. The report also said that there was no other car involved in the incident. Why would she be standing on the road? Dustin knew that Zoey wasn't the one to commit suicide like that. She was better than that... Wasn't she?
Dustin's father was fortunately a police officer. Luckily, his father trusted him a lot and he would sometimes tell him more about cases if they involved people he knew. Apparently, a passing citizen that drove past had stated that Zoey had stopped by a man who appeared to be homeless. Several moments the passerby had heard a crash, since the woman had slowed down to catch a glimpse of what was happening. She then called 911, but by the time the ambulance came, Zoey had died. Some officers had thought that maybe the truck was specifically aimed at her. She was on the side of the road, so such a direct hit would probably have to be aimed.
However, regardless of how much he tried, Dustin couldn't solve the case. No matter what he did, there was no evidence stating anything about anyone. There was no driver in the truck, and no-one was found by the incident except Zoey. The woman who called the ambulance had seen no-one else after the crash, so it was incredibly curious. Due to this incident, Dustin had dropped out of college. Instead, he decided he would get some experience in the real-world first. Having a full-time job, living away from parents, and supporting himself.
He got a job at a popular new restaurant named North-Western Star. After all, he liked seafood, and he would get a discount for working there. One day, in his earlier time of working there, he had witnessed a strange man stumble into the restaurant late at night. His arm was almost torn off. There were only two other people there, a senior worker and him. Dustin kept cleaning as if he hadn't heard or saw anything, but then there was a scream. The man had been attacked by... something. It was repulsive to Dustin. It looked as if it bathed in garbage every night. It smelled the part, too. However, the senior worker there had managed to kill it with a shotgun. It luckily died easily. The man who was attacked had died. He had died by the time he was brought to a hospital.
Later, Dustin was confronted by the same senior staff member. He was told of Aegis, and its mission. He was briefed on what Imitations were, so he had information to base his decision on. Dustin himself thought that something like this could lead to something about Zoey's case. He accepted the offer to join.
Occupation: He works as a janitor in North-Western Star.
Role: He works in reconnaissance, typically about any kind of rumor or case involving murders and/or the Imitations. However, he sometimes also works in some elimination squads if the Imitation is marked as dangerous enough to require the whole team or the team's busy, either on the field or in the restaurant.
Relationships: Other than some random friends, a few in Aegis, no-one in particular. He lives with a room-mate, a girl name Alecia, in an apartment building.
Extra Info: His favorite food is fish. His favorite color is dark blue. His least favorite color is bright green. His least favorite food is ham.
SilverDawn -- Alice Rayne Miller // The Feaster [spoiler][center][b]Appearance:[/b]
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[i]Left: Former "Love" interest Right: "Alice"[/i]
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[i]Alice's "Imitation" form.[/i]
[b]Full Name:[/b] "Alice Rayne Miller" Known as The Feaster by certain records.
[b]Age:[/b] "Appears 18"
[b]Race:[/b] "Caucasian/Asian" (Human Imitator)
[b]Sex:[/b] "Female"
[b]Height:[/b] 5"3
[b]Weight:[/b] 110 pounds
[b]Personality:[/b] When Alice is hiding as a human, she appears as a spontaneous, and happy girl. She knows everything, and likes to correct people when they are wrong. When she is uncovered, she is, well, completely bat-shit crazy.
[b]Personal History:[/b] "Alice" was an odd girl. She had no parents, except for a guardian known as Barkun. They never stayed in cities, and Alice never knew why. Every single day, Barkun brought home a large pile of flesh, and they would feast. She always went scavenging in the forest. She saw a small town of people, no more than 40 people. Something urged her. An urge for flesh. She clawed her way through the small farming town, tearing everything in the way in half. After that, she ate the flesh. The flesh would rend off the bone, unlike the food Barkun would bring. It was the most exciting thing in her life.
When she arrived home, Barkun saw what she had done, and realized she was a hunter now, so Barkun told her what she was. With her knowledge of herself, she walked along, going to a large city for her new life. Her life was mediocre. Living like any normal teenage human. She knew that she could not massacre anymore because if she did, then the humans would catch on. There were too many to kill, anyways.
After a couple of weeks at school, she had a "love" interest. To her, he was just a meal that she could eat without trouble. She lived her life, but was starved. There were no opportunities to eat anyone, and she had no place concealed. She was starving. Unable to stave off her hunger anymore, she had to eat flesh. The blood was strewn around the alleyway behind a small night club. All of the flesh was rended off of the bones as the intestines were hanging over the body, creating a small canopy. She had killed her "lover."
After 3 years, she had learned how to control her lust for flesh more efficiently, and had developed a better way to kill people. "Hid the bodies." Her intelligence always said, but her heart was conflicted. She wanted to strew the bodies, and leave a mark of her territory, but she never wanted to die. She wanted to feast. She learned humanisms, and called herself "The Feaster."
[b]Occupation:[/b] As in their "Hiding form," Alice works as a college student.
[b]Role:[/b] Imitation
[b]Relationships:[/b] Former "love" interest: Thomas
[b]Extra Info[/b] N/A for now.[/spoiler]
Jackattack4000 -- Xavier Bernard
[spoiler][b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Full Name:[/b]
Xavier Bernard
[b]Age:[/b]
34, though he looks older.
[b]Race:[/b]
Human
[b]Sex:[/b]
Male
[b]Height:[/b]
5'5
[b]Weight:[/b]
154 lbs
[b]Personality:[/b]
He's very anti-social and aggressive, but is very clever and always on guard, and is also good at killing. His one weakness is his emotions, or talking about anything that involves his private life.
[b]Personal History:[/b]
Xavier grew up a surprisingly normal life. He lived in France with his mother, father, his two brothers, and his sister. He was the youngest, with one of his brothers being around 10 years older than Xavier. By the time he was 7, he was basically an only child since the rest of his siblings went to college and he was alone. It was like being a lonely child, and Xavier became very anti-social.
One night his entire family(along with his siblings) came together and finally had dinner with each other in a restaurant. Xavier was 16 then. So Xavier went to the restroom and heard gunshots. He went into a stall and hid. After a short amount of time, he came out of the bathroom, to find that his mother, one of his brothers, and his sister were shot and killed. A robber had come and taken all the money in the cash register, and was obviously armed.
This experience made Xavier even less social, to the point that he didn't make any friends. After finishing college, he decided to move to wherever this RP is taking place.
Xavier had gone to North Western Star, a restaurant with great seafood. He needed a job, since he was fired from being a librarian. He soon started noticing strange things, out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw people watching him. Whenever he confronted them, they deny it. Something was fishy about this job.... ((HAHA get it? Fishy? Seafood restaurant? No? Okay....))
One day, as Xavier was leaving work, he noticed a strange man. The man walked away, and Xavier followed him, with his knife out. The man eventually came to a dead end. He apparently noticed Xavier following him, but this was a strange man. He didn't even look like a man. More like a monster. Randomly the thing attacked him!
Xavier acted quickly, stabbing it in the face. The creature jumped at him again, and Xavier started to run. He ran as far as he could, and the monster apparently stopped following him. Was he just seeing things?
Apparently Xavier wasn't just seeing things, and his fellow workers apparently watched his encounter with the Imitation. After several other tests, Xavier had joined the Aegis. He also quit his job and is working at a school now.
[b]Occupation:[/b]
Xavier is a secretary at a school. Seems like a pretty odd job for a person like him.
[b]Role:[/b]
Aegis, and he is a Squad Leader.
[b]Relationships:[/b]
He secretly has a wife, but other than that he doesn't make friends, claiming that they all eventually die. His family obviously exists also, but he barely talks to them.
[b]Extra Info:[/b]
Nope, unless there is some "put dis in jo app" that I didn't see. He also uses a knife and has a Revolver.[/quote]
Added a lot more backstory.[/quote][/spoiler]
Xambledore -- Augustus Hunter
[spoiler][b]Appearance:[/b] [simg]primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/colin-morgan.jpg[/simg]
[b]Full Name:[/b] Augustus Hunter, nicknamed August.
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 188cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 80kg
[b]Personality:[/b] Introvert. Trustworthy, not very trusting though. Quiet. Observant. A lot is required for him to trust you.
[b]Personal History:[/b] Augustus Hunter was always an introvert. He preferred the company of himself than other people, he was always the one to think things through more carefully and he rarely wasted his words with exclamations such as 'Oh god,' or 'What the...' thus giving him the appearance of being calm. This was not the case, but he didn't tell anyone that, because after the imitations became a thing, he didn't trust ANYONE. Who knew? Maybe it would be a useful tool.
He didn't tell anyone, that is, apart from Jenna Halters, his roommate at Uni. They both shared similar suspicions against certain people, agreed on many issues and they both really clicked. This was the first time this it had happened to him.
He raised his concerns about a certain group of people who he saw constantly sneaking in an out of the basement of the North Wester Star. Most other people didn't notice this, of course, but Augustus did, because he was a very observant person. Jenna was intrigued. Then, she came up with an idea.
"Get a job at the North-Western Star. Keep a close eye on them."
Augustus was, naturally, reluctant. That close to the enemy? Surely, some things were better handled by professionals. Through a lot of debate, Jenna convinced him. He breezed through his interview, got the job and started looking out for little clues. After a while, he was sure. He was certain.
He contacted Jenna, who was in the middle of her street survey job, and told her that he thought that this group were the imitations. It was suspicious. Whenever there was a death, he would notice a more frequent wave of entering and exiting the basement.
Jenna talked him out of notifying the authorities, as they had failed so much in the past.
"No... what we'll do is leave them notes. Things saying 'We know who you are. We know what you can do. Stop'." Augustus was confused. He wondered exactly how these words on paper were going to scare them. Maybe it was the fact that they would never know who was leaving it, if they were careful. Still, all they'd have to do is rip humans apart until the notes stopped.
However, Jenna was insistent and Augustus gave in.
And here we are today, with Augustus pouring heart and soul into research, and Jenna biding her time... (refer to EXTRA INFO).
[b]Occupation:[/b] University student & works at the 'North Western Star'.
[b]Role:[/b] Part of a duo investigating the suspicious Aegis (He doesn't know they're called that) as he thinks they are all imitations, and this is why he works at the North Western Star.
[b]Relationships:[/b] Friends with Jenna, who helps him investigate (privately) the Aegis.
[b]Extra Info:[/b] Jenna is an imitation, but of course Augustus doesn't know this. This COULD lead to the Aegis thinking that Augustus is a Human helper to the imitations.[/spoiler]
Cd_orange --Trowya Keyes
[spoiler][quote="cd_orange"][b]Appearance:[/b]Human Form: [img]images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111018174138/typemoon/images/9/9d/Emiya_kiritsugu.png[/img]
True Form:
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[b]Full Name:[/b] Detective Trowa Keyes
[b]Age:[/b] 35
[b]Race:[/b] Imitator
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 5"10
[b]Weight:[/b] 145
[b]Personality:[/b] Most people describe Alan as the "Agent of Justice". He is the ideal police officer, defending and upholding the Law. He dislikes cruelty and injustice, and never gives up pursing law breakers. However to those few people who know the truth, what is he really is the opposite. He loves to decieve humans into thinking him as a hero so that he can do what he pleases and get away with it. He sees humans as no more than "cattle" and often justifies humans slaughtering cattle to have food, to him slaughtering humans for food and fun. He enjoys violence often torturing his prey before he consumes them, wanting to savor their fear as long as he can.
[b]Personal History:[/b]
Casette Labed - "Case 145 - Baker Family Murder"
*A click is heard followed by a squeaking of a chair*
???: Mr....
*Paper shuffling*
Alan Baker: Alan Baker sir.
Trowa:Ah yes, I am Detective Trowa Keyes of Interpol. Do you know what that is son?
Alan Baker: Not in the slightest....But I am guessing the police by your title.
Trowa: Hey thats pretty good, Interpol is the International Police. So don't worry son, your in good hands. Now can you tell me what happened?
*Pen clicking sound*
Alan Baker: I...I...I.....
*Crying*
Trowa: Don't worry son, tell us and we'll find the murderer.
Alan Baker: Okay....Okay...*sniffles*..I..I..was just coming back home from work when I saw the front door...smashed open..
Trowa: And?
Alan: Well...I then walked inside...and I saw everyone dead...Oh god..
*Wailing*
Trowa: Don't worry son, just continue on...
Alan: *sniff* Well...David was torn to pieces..*sniff*...Mother was in half....*sniff*..And my Dad was..was..
Trowa: Its okay son, thats all I need to know.
*pen clicking*
Alan: Well....wait...while wandering through the house I thought I saw something but I think it may had been something....
Trowa: Like what?
Alan: I don't know...but I am sure that there was something there....I felt a pressence and...and...why? Why are you smiling?
Trowa: It was quite cold today wasn't it Alan Baker?
Alan: Yes it wa-
Trowa: They were waiting for you, infact your mother was preparing dinner. Smelled nice too.
*Chair slaming onto ground*
Alan: Wha-
Trowa: Sit down son, the door's locked and there is no one here but us.
Alan: You...You?
Trowa: Let me tell you a story....a long time ago there was this boy who lived in an orphanage. He was a great kid but he had one thing wrong with him. That man was not a man but something else. Something terrible yet beautiful. He was always hungry even when he was fed and never found his meals to be satisfying. He also never found happiness in anything. Then one day, the boy was walking down the street. He looked into an alleyway and saw two men. The two men were aruging but the boy was interested in what they were saying and came closer. Before he could get closer though, he saw one of the men stab the other man. The stabbed man fell to the floor and the man noticed the boy. The boy was too scared to run and the man grabbed him and threw him againist the back wall of the alley. The man stabbed the boy multiple times and walked toward the other man bleeding in the alley. However saddly for the stabby man he did not notice when the boy all of the sudden rgrabbed him by the neck, broke his legs and arms, tore him limb to limb and ate him alive. Thats when the boy satisfied his strange hunger. No cow or chicken can feed this boy, only peopel can. But the boy realized that if he did the things he would get arrested by the police, So he had an idea, he joined the most powerful police in the world, Interpol so that he satisfiy all he wants to and delight in the most fanstic displays of human gore while fooling the people thinking he was an agent of justice rather than a monster.
*Hard Breathing is heard*
Alan: Your...Your a monster..
Trowa: To you I am, but what makes that a difference when you slaughter cattle? You think they don't think your a monster for killing their kin and eating their remains? No? Well it is sad that the whole Baker family died today. There will be mourning.
Alan: Oh my go-
*Screams and heard following by squiriting sounds, finally loud footsteps are heard followed by a loud click*
[b]Occupation:[/b] Interpol Detective
[b]Role:[/b] None
[b]Relationships:[/b] None
[b]Extra Info:[/b] -N/A-[/quote][/spoiler]
Blockorz -- James Chattertorn
[spoiler][quote="Blockorz"][b]Appearance:[/b] Bah, can't find anything good. I'll just describe him, alright?
James is a bearded man, and he always refuses to shave it. His huge eyebrows almost hide his dark-brown eyes (they are almost black), and his crooked nose has a bandaid over it, for he has recently cut himself there. Generally, he doesn't look like a nice person, though he enjoys some company from time to time.
[b]Full Name:[/b] James Chattertorn
[b]Age:[/b] 52
[b]Race:[/b] Caucasian
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 5"7
[b]Weight:[/b] 107 Kg
[b]Personality:[/b] hot-headed, no room for mistakes, short temper,
[b]Personal History:[/b] James was never one for people who made mistakes, and as such was known as one of the worst chefs of London (I'm assuming that's where this whole roleplay is, correct me if I'm wrong), that's not to say was the worst. In fact, he was widely regarded as one of the best cooks, from a culinary point of view, that is. He also found a girl that actually could deal with him. Her name was Ellay, and James was very happy with here. His life was perfect, he had a beautiful wife, a well-known restaurant, and the critics just loved him and the dishes he cooked.
That all changed when he saw his first Imitation. It was a cold night, and a rainy one as well. He was sleeping in bed, together with his wife. He awoke to the sound of scratching at his door. Terrified, he stayed in his bed, frozen by fear. The door slowly opened, and a fear-inducing thing was standing there, staring at the two of them. James started screaming, and furiously hit the tentacles of the Imitation which were closing around him with his fists. His wife awoke, staring at him in disbelief, for she was unable to see the Imitation right infront of her. Both of them survived the night, although Ellay left James shortly after, thinking he was crazy.
Now, James' life was a mess. Frustrated about his loss, he wasn't able to make any of his great dishes anymore, at least not in the way they used to be. His restaurants income went downhill very quickly, and soon after losing his reputation, he fired his whole crew, and sold the house. He lived off of his savings for a while, when a staff member of The North-Western Star called him, wanting him to enlist for work at the seafood restaurant. He accepted, and shortly after became a member of the Aegis.
[b]Occupation:[/b] Chef at the North-Western Star
[b]Role:[/b] Bah, Ranks. Just assign me to something.
[b]Relationships:[/b] Wife, divorced, no more contact (her name was Ellay, she had lots of flesh on her bones, too)
[b]Extra Info:[/b] Nope~[/quote][/spoiler]
CthuluTheOverlord -- Felix "Physco" Heller
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[b]Full Name:[/b]
Felix 'Psycho' Heller
[b]Age:[/b]
He lost track a few years ago. Hard to tell now. Twenty, maybe?
[b]Race:[/b]
Fully human, Caucasian.
[b]Sex:[/b]
Male.
[b]Height:[/b]
5'8"
[b]Weight:[/b]
140 lbs
[b]Personality:[/b]
Rash. Tens to not think things through. He has a deep hatred for the imitations, and will not hesitate to kill anyone in between him and any imitations. He has a short temper, and overall dislikes any people. When confronted with strong pressure or a hard choice, he tends to lose control, flailing and grunting. Some wonder about what he really is under his mask.
[b]Personal History:[/b]
A man of simple tastes, he was born in Kansas. He didn't want much, he grew up to lead a very normal lofe, getting a decent job, working in accounting in a huge corporation. He had a nice family, a good wife, two kids. But he had some ticks. The doctors had been monitoring his stranger behaviors. Unusual obsession over small childhood things (dead rabbit ashes, for existence), possible schizophrenic behaviors, but nothing that bad, right?
One day, he snapped. All his life, he saw imitations. But he had never thought them to be more than a lack of sleep affecting a bored mind. Until, he saw one attack. The day is but a dull memory in his beaten mind, no one else was around. Felix was walking parallel to his coworker Max, on the opposite side of the street. It was a cloudy day. Maybe some rain. It was a Thursday. Max would be getting off work until Sunday.
Felix blamed himself. He should have done something- even said something. He saw the lurking beast coming from a mile away. It walked right up to Max, and sliced his throat without hesitation. Just before dying, tgere was a horrible look on Max's face. Things like that usually only happened in movies, and no actor could capture that look off sheer shock and terror at the thought that his life was truly going to end. Felix froze, his mouth open mid-shout. He could've helped. Warned his friend. But he didn't. He ran, as soon as ge could control his body. He didn't care where. Away. Away was good, as far as he was concerned.
He got to his home. Took a few things. Money. Rabbit ashes. A few pieces of important paperwork. Family memories. He knew he couldn't stay in that place. Those things had taunted him. Walking by his house far too often. He couldn't stand the sight of the brutal beasts. He didn't make it far. His mind had barely held together, and as soon as he began to run, he didn't know where, anyways, he broke. He lost all control over his mind, He flailed around, broke some things. Maybe hurt someone. He couldn't remember.
He woke up in a padded room one day. He spent three months in there before whatever medication they gave him started working. He was let back out, still having to take the pills to keep the good thoughts in his head. He moved. Down to Texas. Nothing bad ever happens in Texas. Besides Chainsaw Massacres. Felix was fine for awhile. Until they came back. The Imitations. He saw one, right outside his window at night. So he moved.
Tennessee. No luck. Wyoming. No luck. Nowhere was safe for him, not forever. He began taking the pills in bigger doses. It didn't help him, but luckily it didn't hurt him either. He finally settled down in (insert where all dis sheit goes down here), where his doctors suggested he stay, as they believed moving around too much triggered a lot of stress for him.
He managed to keep himself sane for awhile, tuning out the imitations, but compared to elsewhere, there were so many of them. Felix was trapped in his worst nightmare. He tried a hundred times to leave. The doctors didn't want a crazy man running around from place to place though, abd neither did the police. He was contained fairly well. What else was there truly for hin to do, other than to take his revenge?
[b]Occupation:[/b]
Waiter at a restaurant across the street from the North-Western Star by day, Imitation Hunter by night.
[b]Role:[/b]
He rolls solo.
[b]Relationships:[/b]
A jar of ashes that was once his beloved rabbit, Daisy, and his axe (a standard fire-axe) that he refuses to let out of his sight.
[b]Extra Info:[/b]
When hunting he carries his axe. He has his pistol on him at all times. It should be noted he dresses normally at work, unlike when hunting.[/center][/i][/quote][/spoiler]
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Sorry, didn't notice.
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This is dead. Nobody has posted for a while. Check the last post before applying ._.
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Appearance: Black hair, pale skin, usually wears black t - shirt and jeans.
Full Name: Aaron E. Ichor
Age: 16
Race: English
Sex: Male
Height: 5 ft 8
Weight: 120 lbs
Personality: Logical. Overthinks everything, but this usually allows for intricate plans and anticipation of the worst possible outcome. Slightly antisocial.
Personal History: He used to be a normal boy until the Imitators. One night, he saw some sort of... creature outside. The creature broke into his room. Lucky for Aaron, he was quick. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. Lobbing it at the creature, he ran into his garage.
Bad move. The creature charged and crushed the car. It began to smoke, and Aaron only had time to lock the garage door and run before it blew up.
Years later, Aaron went to a restaurant called "The North-Western Star". He loved seafood, and finally saved up enough to afford it. He saw a creature out the window, like a smaller version of the one so many years ago. His waiter's eyes darted to the window for a moment. A mere moment. Aaron knew he knew something. He followed the waiter into the basement, following his footsteps perfectly, not missing a beat. He tripped into the basement like a klutz. The Aegis saw him, and he said there was a creature outside. Then he darted out. They chased him for ten minutes before catching up to him. One of them told him that he could be a Scout, someone who takes out Imitations quickly and quietly. He accepted the job, thinking their quiet was the same as his.
He soon learned that quick wasn't quick enough and quiet was nearly impossible.
And here we are.
Occupation: Waiter at The North-Western Star
Role: Aegis, Scout
Relationships: No
Extra Info: He is an expert at accents.
Full Name: Aaron E. Ichor
Age: 16
Race: English
Sex: Male
Height: 5 ft 8
Weight: 120 lbs
Personality: Logical. Overthinks everything, but this usually allows for intricate plans and anticipation of the worst possible outcome. Slightly antisocial.
Personal History: He used to be a normal boy until the Imitators. One night, he saw some sort of... creature outside. The creature broke into his room. Lucky for Aaron, he was quick. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. Lobbing it at the creature, he ran into his garage.
Bad move. The creature charged and crushed the car. It began to smoke, and Aaron only had time to lock the garage door and run before it blew up.
Years later, Aaron went to a restaurant called "The North-Western Star". He loved seafood, and finally saved up enough to afford it. He saw a creature out the window, like a smaller version of the one so many years ago. His waiter's eyes darted to the window for a moment. A mere moment. Aaron knew he knew something. He followed the waiter into the basement, following his footsteps perfectly, not missing a beat. He tripped into the basement like a klutz. The Aegis saw him, and he said there was a creature outside. Then he darted out. They chased him for ten minutes before catching up to him. One of them told him that he could be a Scout, someone who takes out Imitations quickly and quietly. He accepted the job, thinking their quiet was the same as his.
He soon learned that quick wasn't quick enough and quiet was nearly impossible.
And here we are.
Occupation: Waiter at The North-Western Star
Role: Aegis, Scout
Relationships: No
Extra Info: He is an expert at accents.
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I should apply, and I shall after catching up on stuff.
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little question, am I accepted or not?
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Edit: I'm not feelin' this RP anymore. Sorry,
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I guess it's possible, but it's EXTREMELY unlikely. Like, 0.01% stuff.
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Hay, just asking. Is surviving an imitation attack possible? Thanks, in advance.
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OK. So, a good RP. A Roleplayer that sucked from a while back and wants to join...I will attempt to join. And, Silent. I will do my best. Which, you've probably never seen before. *Cracks knuckles*
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Oh, *Says real name* my boy! I haven't seen you since Summer!
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I should post on the IC. I really should.
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Hmm. So, what's this about this "mode," for lack of better words? Does he become stronger or something, or does he just lose control and becomes basically an animal that tries to kill things?
It's not really like lose control, more like losing his personality. Mainly no emotions, so if he has no reason, he won't kill you. Maybe a bit like schizophrenia, only triggered very rarely. In some ways he does get stronger, considering he has no emotional limitation to fight or hurt. But it's really something that only happens when there is no other way, so it won't happen in any normal situation.
It's really not like he has a massive superpower, or turns into the hulk.
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ElvengardaFull Name: Johnathan "Nathan" Yuri Xyrian Whiting
Hmm. So, what's this about this "mode," for lack of better words? Does he become stronger or something, or does he just lose control and becomes basically an animal that tries to kill things?
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Appearance: Nathan has blood red eyes, but not monster or evil like, raven black hair with a stripe of red at the right side and a rather pale skin. He mostly wears a black T-shirt, jeans and black all-stars.
Full Name: Johnathan "Nathan" Yuri Xyrian Whiting
Age: 16
Race: human, duh
Sex: male
Height: 1m 85 (6 feet and about 1 inch)
Weight: 65 kilo's (like 130 pounds)
Personality: Normally he is a really calm, kind person who doesn't like to get involved in any fight or even anger someone. He's a bit too much altruistic (un-egoistic), and most of his troubles start because he accepted doing something for another person. Behind this kind and obedient person, hides something more violent. As soon as his limit has been reached, which mostly is caused by imitations, his dangerous side takes over. He doesn't really know what he does when he is like that, only that whatever makes him panic or scared does not live much longer.
Personal History: Nathan grew up as the son of a military colonel and a nurse, you can say a rather wealthy family. His dad wasn't home a lot, but really, you could've been born in way worse situations easily. He has a twin brother, Liam, but he hasn't seen his brother in ages. At the age of six, his mother got sick, and quickly passed away. Nathan might've gotten over that, if not for his father to die in afghanistan two years later.
Liam and Nathan were brought to their rich grandparents. Their grandparents rarely had time for them, and all they ever were allowed to do was study and get raised by the maids. One day, Nathan just had enough, he grabbed some clothes and ran away, not caring where he went and how he went, as long as he went. Eventually he ended up on the streets, struggling to make a bit of a life. It was only a logical, yet sad, outcome he ended up in the criminal circuit. This violent life in between older and stronger criminals made his mind go a bit... weird. The others might be stronger, but he was way smarter, and certainly twice as sick. No need to say he got higher in ranks, but his life didn't get much better. His whole personality clashed with hurting and murdering, he didn't want to be like that. The only way he could pull the trigger was by not being himself, but something way worse. He basically scared himself to death. So, he ran again, trying to go a place where he wouldn't have to kill. Little did he know about imitations.
Occupation: Trying to remain sane, hide for criminals wanting him dead.
Role: None yet, he's a fresh Aegis rookie
Relationships: nope, all alone
Extra Info: no thanks
Full Name: Johnathan "Nathan" Yuri Xyrian Whiting
Age: 16
Race: human, duh
Sex: male
Height: 1m 85 (6 feet and about 1 inch)
Weight: 65 kilo's (like 130 pounds)
Personality: Normally he is a really calm, kind person who doesn't like to get involved in any fight or even anger someone. He's a bit too much altruistic (un-egoistic), and most of his troubles start because he accepted doing something for another person. Behind this kind and obedient person, hides something more violent. As soon as his limit has been reached, which mostly is caused by imitations, his dangerous side takes over. He doesn't really know what he does when he is like that, only that whatever makes him panic or scared does not live much longer.
Personal History: Nathan grew up as the son of a military colonel and a nurse, you can say a rather wealthy family. His dad wasn't home a lot, but really, you could've been born in way worse situations easily. He has a twin brother, Liam, but he hasn't seen his brother in ages. At the age of six, his mother got sick, and quickly passed away. Nathan might've gotten over that, if not for his father to die in afghanistan two years later.
Liam and Nathan were brought to their rich grandparents. Their grandparents rarely had time for them, and all they ever were allowed to do was study and get raised by the maids. One day, Nathan just had enough, he grabbed some clothes and ran away, not caring where he went and how he went, as long as he went. Eventually he ended up on the streets, struggling to make a bit of a life. It was only a logical, yet sad, outcome he ended up in the criminal circuit. This violent life in between older and stronger criminals made his mind go a bit... weird. The others might be stronger, but he was way smarter, and certainly twice as sick. No need to say he got higher in ranks, but his life didn't get much better. His whole personality clashed with hurting and murdering, he didn't want to be like that. The only way he could pull the trigger was by not being himself, but something way worse. He basically scared himself to death. So, he ran again, trying to go a place where he wouldn't have to kill. Little did he know about imitations.
Occupation: Trying to remain sane, hide for criminals wanting him dead.
Role: None yet, he's a fresh Aegis rookie
Relationships: nope, all alone
Extra Info: no thanks
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imitation-black-t214260.html
Here you go.
Here you go.
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RP thread would be absolutely dandy.
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Do you need special weapons to kill the imitations, or can you just pump them full of lead with an AK-47?
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Any weapons will do.
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It was just I was scanning the app and didn't see anything referring to weapons, so I got confused. Sorry. Kinda. Not really. K intermetheart u bai.
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I believe that most weapons will kill imitations if shot enough, but it goes off on massacre sorts. Aegis know that they are not imitations so that panic won't induce if they just murder them.
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BlockorzLondon (I'm assuming that's where this whole roleplay is, correct me if I'm wrong)
That's not decided yet, but London's an option. I want it to be an English-speaking country, at the very least.
BlockorzFull Name: James Chattertorn
Le accepted.
ONI_LINKI'm still SLGHTLY confused. Yell at me on Skype or something if you must but what exactly do the Aegis do about the Imitations! I'll re-read the thingiemagigifiyer but #blondemoment
They kill them. I thought it was obvious.
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I'm still SLGHTLY confused. Yell at me on Skype or something if you must but what exactly do the Aegis do about the Imitations! I'll re-read the thingiemagigifiyer but #blondemoment
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Appearance: Bah, can't find anything good. I'll just describe him, alright?
James is a bearded man, and he always refuses to shave it. His huge eyebrows almost hide his dark-brown eyes (they are almost black), and his crooked nose has a bandaid over it, for he has recently cut himself there. Generally, he doesn't look like a nice person, though he enjoys some company from time to time.
Full Name: James Chattertorn
Age: 52
Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Height: 5"7
Weight: 107 Kg
Personality: hot-headed, no room for mistakes, short temper,
Personal History: James was never one for people who made mistakes, and as such was known as one of the worst chefs of London (I'm assuming that's where this whole roleplay is, correct me if I'm wrong), that's not to say was the worst. In fact, he was widely regarded as one of the best cooks, from a culinary point of view, that is. He also found a girl that actually could deal with him. Her name was Ellay, and James was very happy with here. His life was perfect, he had a beautiful wife, a well-known restaurant, and the critics just loved him and the dishes he cooked.
That all changed when he saw his first Imitation. It was a cold night, and a rainy one as well. He was sleeping in bed, together with his wife. He awoke to the sound of scratching at his door. Terrified, he stayed in his bed, frozen by fear. The door slowly opened, and a fear-inducing thing was standing there, staring at the two of them. James started screaming, and furiously hit the tentacles of the Imitation which were closing around him with his fists. His wife awoke, staring at him in disbelief, for she was unable to see the Imitation right infront of her. Both of them survived the night, although Ellay left James shortly after, thinking he was crazy.
Now, James' life was a mess. Frustrated about his loss, he wasn't able to make any of his great dishes anymore, at least not in the way they used to be. His restaurants income went downhill very quickly, and soon after losing his reputation, he fired his whole crew, and sold the house. He lived off of his savings for a while, when a staff member of The North-Western Star called him, wanting him to enlist for work at the seafood restaurant. He accepted, and shortly after became a member of the Aegis.
Occupation: Chef at the North-Western Star
Role: Bah, Ranks. Just assign me to something.
Relationships: Wife, divorced, no more contact (her name was Ellay, she had lots of flesh on her bones, too)
Extra Info: Nope~
James is a bearded man, and he always refuses to shave it. His huge eyebrows almost hide his dark-brown eyes (they are almost black), and his crooked nose has a bandaid over it, for he has recently cut himself there. Generally, he doesn't look like a nice person, though he enjoys some company from time to time.
Full Name: James Chattertorn
Age: 52
Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Height: 5"7
Weight: 107 Kg
Personality: hot-headed, no room for mistakes, short temper,
Personal History: James was never one for people who made mistakes, and as such was known as one of the worst chefs of London (I'm assuming that's where this whole roleplay is, correct me if I'm wrong), that's not to say was the worst. In fact, he was widely regarded as one of the best cooks, from a culinary point of view, that is. He also found a girl that actually could deal with him. Her name was Ellay, and James was very happy with here. His life was perfect, he had a beautiful wife, a well-known restaurant, and the critics just loved him and the dishes he cooked.
That all changed when he saw his first Imitation. It was a cold night, and a rainy one as well. He was sleeping in bed, together with his wife. He awoke to the sound of scratching at his door. Terrified, he stayed in his bed, frozen by fear. The door slowly opened, and a fear-inducing thing was standing there, staring at the two of them. James started screaming, and furiously hit the tentacles of the Imitation which were closing around him with his fists. His wife awoke, staring at him in disbelief, for she was unable to see the Imitation right infront of her. Both of them survived the night, although Ellay left James shortly after, thinking he was crazy.
Now, James' life was a mess. Frustrated about his loss, he wasn't able to make any of his great dishes anymore, at least not in the way they used to be. His restaurants income went downhill very quickly, and soon after losing his reputation, he fired his whole crew, and sold the house. He lived off of his savings for a while, when a staff member of The North-Western Star called him, wanting him to enlist for work at the seafood restaurant. He accepted, and shortly after became a member of the Aegis.
Occupation: Chef at the North-Western Star
Role: Bah, Ranks. Just assign me to something.
Relationships: Wife, divorced, no more contact (her name was Ellay, she had lots of flesh on her bones, too)
Extra Info: Nope~
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The first official arc of the story, "Artificial."
It's an attempt to make things a bit more stream-lined/organized, giving someone with nothing else to do immediately something to work with and to make a "goal" or "end" to something. I felt like it was a thing we needed.
They can transform into a human form, and then back into their monstrous form. However, Aegis members and those with the ability see Imitations, even when in human form or if invisible.
It's an attempt to make things a bit more stream-lined/organized, giving someone with nothing else to do immediately something to work with and to make a "goal" or "end" to something. I felt like it was a thing we needed.
cd_orangeExtra Info: No really rather a question. How does "Human forms work" do Imitations transform into either form or is it just to regular people they see a person but to Imitation humans they see the monster?
They can transform into a human form, and then back into their monstrous form. However, Aegis members and those with the ability see Imitations, even when in human form or if invisible.
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Crap, I'm late on applying..
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Go ahead, I don't care.
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If anyone's online, do you mind telling me what time of the day it is in the RP? Does anyone mind if I skip to the afternoon?
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cd_orange
Full Name: Detective Trowa Keyes
Accepted. Just watch your punctuation.
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Appearance: 
Human Form
True Form
Full Name: Detective Trowa Keyes
Age: 35
Race: Imitator
Sex: Male
Height: 5"10
Weight: 145
Personality: Most people describe Alan as the "Agent of Justice". He is the ideal police officer, defending and upholding the Law. He dislikes cruelty and injustice, and never gives up pursing law breakers. However to those few people who know the truth, what is he really is the opposite. He loves to decieve humans into thinking him as a hero so that he can do what he pleases and get away with it. He sees humans as no more than "cattle" and often justifies humans slaughtering cattle to have food, to him slaughtering humans for food and fun. He enjoys violence often torturing his prey before he consumes them, wanting to savor their fear as long as he can.
Personal History:
Casette Labed - "Case 145 - Baker Family Murder"
Occupation: Interpol Detective
Role: None
Relationships: None
Extra Info: No really rather a qustion. How does "Human forms work" do immitators transform into either form or is it just to regular people they see a person but to immitator humans they see the monster?
Click to reveal
Click to reveal
Full Name: Detective Trowa Keyes
Age: 35
Race: Imitator
Sex: Male
Height: 5"10
Weight: 145
Personality: Most people describe Alan as the "Agent of Justice". He is the ideal police officer, defending and upholding the Law. He dislikes cruelty and injustice, and never gives up pursing law breakers. However to those few people who know the truth, what is he really is the opposite. He loves to decieve humans into thinking him as a hero so that he can do what he pleases and get away with it. He sees humans as no more than "cattle" and often justifies humans slaughtering cattle to have food, to him slaughtering humans for food and fun. He enjoys violence often torturing his prey before he consumes them, wanting to savor their fear as long as he can.
Personal History:
Casette Labed - "Case 145 - Baker Family Murder"
Click to reveal
*A click is heard followed by a squeaking of a chair*
???: Mr....
*Paper shuffling*
Alan Baker: Alan Baker sir.
Trowa:Ah yes, I am Detective Trowa Keyes of Interpol. Do you know what that is son?
Alan Baker: Not in the slightest....But I am guessing the police by your title.
Trowa: Hey thats pretty good, Interpol is the International Police. So don't worry son, your in good hands. Now can you tell me what happened?
*Pen clicking sound*
Alan Baker: I...I...I.....
*Crying*
Trowa: Don't worry son, tell us and we'll find the murderer.
Alan Baker: Okay....Okay...*sniffles*..I..I..was just coming back home from work when I saw the front door...smashed open..
Trowa: And?
Alan: Well...I then walked inside...and I saw everyone dead...Oh god..
*Wailing*
Trowa: Don't worry son, just continue on...
Alan: *sniff* Well...David was torn to pieces..*sniff*...Mother was in half....*sniff*..And my Dad was..was..
Trowa: Its okay son, thats all I need to know.
*pen clicking*
Alan: Well....wait...while wandering through the house I thought I saw something but I think it may had been something....
Trowa: Like what?
Alan: I don't know...but I am sure that there was something there....I felt a pressence and...and...why? Why are you smiling?
Trowa: It was quite cold today wasn't it Alan Baker?
Alan: Yes it wa-
Trowa: They were waiting for you, infact your mother was preparing dinner. Smelled nice too.
*Chair slaming onto ground*
Alan: Wha-
Trowa: Sit down son, the door's locked and there is no one here but us.
Alan: You...You?
Trowa: Let me tell you a story....a long time ago there was this boy who lived in an orphanage. He was a great kid but he had one thing wrong with him. That man was not a man but something else. Something terrible yet beautiful. He was always hungry even when he was fed and never found his meals to be satisfying. He also never found happiness in anything. Then one day, the boy was walking down the street. He looked into an alleyway and saw two men. The two men were aruging but the boy was interested in what they were saying and came closer. Before he could get closer though, he saw one of the men stab the other man. The stabbed man fell to the floor and the man noticed the boy. The boy was too scared to run and the man grabbed him and threw him againist the back wall of the alley. The man stabbed the boy multiple times and walked toward the other man bleeding in the alley. However saddly for the stabby man he did not notice when the boy all of the sudden rgrabbed him by the neck, broke his legs and arms, tore him limb to limb and ate him alive. Thats when the boy satisfied his strange hunger. No cow or chicken can feed this boy, only peopel can. But the boy realized that if he did the things he would get arrested by the police, So he had an idea, he joined the most powerful police in the world, Interpol so that he satisfiy all he wants to and delight in the most fanstic displays of human gore while fooling the people thinking he was an agent of justice rather than a monster.
*Hard Breathing is heard*
Alan: Your...Your a monster..
Trowa: To you I am, but what makes that a difference when you slaughter cattle? You think they don't think your a monster for killing their kin and eating their remains? No? Well it is sad that the whole Baker family died today. There will be mourning.
Alan: Oh my go-
*Screams and heard following by squiriting sounds, finally loud footsteps are heard followed by a loud click*
???: Mr....
*Paper shuffling*
Alan Baker: Alan Baker sir.
Trowa:Ah yes, I am Detective Trowa Keyes of Interpol. Do you know what that is son?
Alan Baker: Not in the slightest....But I am guessing the police by your title.
Trowa: Hey thats pretty good, Interpol is the International Police. So don't worry son, your in good hands. Now can you tell me what happened?
*Pen clicking sound*
Alan Baker: I...I...I.....
*Crying*
Trowa: Don't worry son, tell us and we'll find the murderer.
Alan Baker: Okay....Okay...*sniffles*..I..I..was just coming back home from work when I saw the front door...smashed open..
Trowa: And?
Alan: Well...I then walked inside...and I saw everyone dead...Oh god..
*Wailing*
Trowa: Don't worry son, just continue on...
Alan: *sniff* Well...David was torn to pieces..*sniff*...Mother was in half....*sniff*..And my Dad was..was..
Trowa: Its okay son, thats all I need to know.
*pen clicking*
Alan: Well....wait...while wandering through the house I thought I saw something but I think it may had been something....
Trowa: Like what?
Alan: I don't know...but I am sure that there was something there....I felt a pressence and...and...why? Why are you smiling?
Trowa: It was quite cold today wasn't it Alan Baker?
Alan: Yes it wa-
Trowa: They were waiting for you, infact your mother was preparing dinner. Smelled nice too.
*Chair slaming onto ground*
Alan: Wha-
Trowa: Sit down son, the door's locked and there is no one here but us.
Alan: You...You?
Trowa: Let me tell you a story....a long time ago there was this boy who lived in an orphanage. He was a great kid but he had one thing wrong with him. That man was not a man but something else. Something terrible yet beautiful. He was always hungry even when he was fed and never found his meals to be satisfying. He also never found happiness in anything. Then one day, the boy was walking down the street. He looked into an alleyway and saw two men. The two men were aruging but the boy was interested in what they were saying and came closer. Before he could get closer though, he saw one of the men stab the other man. The stabbed man fell to the floor and the man noticed the boy. The boy was too scared to run and the man grabbed him and threw him againist the back wall of the alley. The man stabbed the boy multiple times and walked toward the other man bleeding in the alley. However saddly for the stabby man he did not notice when the boy all of the sudden rgrabbed him by the neck, broke his legs and arms, tore him limb to limb and ate him alive. Thats when the boy satisfied his strange hunger. No cow or chicken can feed this boy, only peopel can. But the boy realized that if he did the things he would get arrested by the police, So he had an idea, he joined the most powerful police in the world, Interpol so that he satisfiy all he wants to and delight in the most fanstic displays of human gore while fooling the people thinking he was an agent of justice rather than a monster.
*Hard Breathing is heard*
Alan: Your...Your a monster..
Trowa: To you I am, but what makes that a difference when you slaughter cattle? You think they don't think your a monster for killing their kin and eating their remains? No? Well it is sad that the whole Baker family died today. There will be mourning.
Alan: Oh my go-
*Screams and heard following by squiriting sounds, finally loud footsteps are heard followed by a loud click*
Occupation: Interpol Detective
Role: None
Relationships: None
Extra Info: No really rather a qustion. How does "Human forms work" do immitators transform into either form or is it just to regular people they see a person but to immitator humans they see the monster?
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I love this RP, it's drawing the attention of the awesomesauce people.
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CthuluTheOverlordFull Name:
Felix 'Psycho' Heller
You are le accepted for le now. I'm too lazy to add your name to the OP right now, though.
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I forgot about RP.
I just dropped by to say that I'll be applying along with mdaddy.
He convinced me.
I just dropped by to say that I'll be applying along with mdaddy.
He convinced me.
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i is dun. Dunt b haitng un d suck bekstreh cuz i iz rlly tird. iz leik too ah emm up in hear.
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mdaddy14100Dis RP lookin' especially sexy...
You know it.
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Dis RP lookin' especially sexy...
Will apply soon.
Will apply soon.
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Full Name:
Felix 'Psycho' Heller
Age:
He lost track a few years ago. Hard to tell now. Twenty, maybe?
Race:
Fully human, Caucasian.
Sex:
Male.
Height:
5'8"
Weight:
140 lbs
Personality:
Rash. Tens to not think things through. He has a deep hatred for the imitations, and will not hesitate to kill anyone in between him and any imitations. He has a short temper, and overall dislikes any people. When confronted with strong pressure or a hard choice, he tends to lose control, flailing and grunting. Some wonder about what he really is under his mask.
Personal History:
A man of simple tastes, he was born in Kansas. He didn't want much, he grew up to lead a very normal lofe, getting a decent job, working in accounting in a huge corporation. He had a nice family, a good wife, two kids. But he had some ticks. The doctors had been monitoring his stranger behaviors. Unusual obsession over small childhood things (dead rabbit ashes, for existence), possible schizophrenic behaviors, but nothing that bad, right?
One day, he snapped. All his life, he saw imitations. But he had never thought them to be more than a lack of sleep affecting a bored mind. Until, he saw one attack. The day is but a dull memory in his beaten mind, no one else was around. Felix was walking parallel to his coworker Max, on the opposite side of the street. It was a cloudy day. Maybe some rain. It was a Thursday. Max would be getting off work until Sunday.
Felix blamed himself. He should have done something- even said something. He saw the lurking beast coming from a mile away. It walked right up to Max, and sliced his throat without hesitation. Just before dying, tgere was a horrible look on Max's face. Things like that usually only happened in movies, and no actor could capture that look off sheer shock and terror at the thought that his life was truly going to end. Felix froze, his mouth open mid-shout. He could've helped. Warned his friend. But he didn't. He ran, as soon as ge could control his body. He didn't care where. Away. Away was good, as far as he was concerned.
He got to his home. Took a few things. Money. Rabbit ashes. A few pieces of important paperwork. Family memories. He knew he couldn't stay in that place. Those things had taunted him. Walking by his house far too often. He couldn't stand the sight of the brutal beasts. He didn't make it far. His mind had barely held together, and as soon as he began to run, he didn't know where, anyways, he broke. He lost all control over his mind, He flailed around, broke some things. Maybe hurt someone. He couldn't remember.
He woke up in a padded room one day. He spent three months in there before whatever medication they gave him started working. He was let back out, still having to take the pills to keep the good thoughts in his head. He moved. Down to Texas. Nothing bad ever happens in Texas. Besides Chainsaw Massacres. Felix was fine for awhile. Until they came back. The Imitations. He saw one, right outside his window at night. So he moved.
Tennessee. No luck. Wyoming. No luck. Nowhere was safe for him, not forever. He began taking the pills in bigger doses. It didn't help him, but luckily it didn't hurt him either. He finally settled down in (insert where all dis sheit goes down here), where his doctors suggested he stay, as they believed moving around too much triggered a lot of stress for him.
He managed to keep himself sane for awhile, tuning out the imitations, but compared to elsewhere, there were so many of them. Felix was trapped in his worst nightmare. He tried a hundred times to leave. The doctors didn't want a crazy man running around from place to place though, abd neither did the police. He was contained fairly well. What else was there truly for hin to do, other than to take his revenge?
Occupation:
Waiter at a restaurant across the street from the North-Western Star by day, Imitation Hunter by night.
Role:
He rolls solo.
Relationships:
A jar of ashes that was once his beloved rabbit, Daisy, and his axe (a standard fire-axe) that he refuses to let out of his sight.
Extra Info:
When hunting he carries his axe. He has his pistol on him at all times. It should be noted he dresses normally at work, unlike when hunting.
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Making an application soon.
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Alright. I'll work with that.
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They're technically world-wide, but they're mostly condensed in this area.
In other news, I finished~ desu
Appearance:
Full Name: Dustin J. McAshton.
Age: Twenty.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Personality: Dustin is relatively typical. He dislikes people who are serious all the time, though he also dislikes people who are constantly joking around. He's relatively quiet unless with good friends, and he also likes to listen on other peoples' conversations if he's not doing anything important.
Personal History:
Dustin was friends with Zoey since kindergarten. He had other friends, but they weren't best friends. It was never a "love" relationship. They never dated, they never kissed. They were just great friends. Dustin would say potato, she would say carrot, and they would have potatoes and carrots. They quarrelled a lot, but that's what best friends always did and the mark of a true friendship is if it survives through countless fights and arguments. They were almost like siblings to eachother. They always hung out together, as much as possible. They were both the only child in their families, and Dustin's parents both had day-jobs, so naturally he hung out with his best friend all day.
However, on his first year of college, something just happened. They had grown apart. Dustin himself felt that it was the fact that they both wanted to go out into the world and do their own thing. After all, they were both eighteen so they were legally adults. However, it wasn't actually that. It was just him that wanted to do that. Or maybe, it was because they were both busy with college and stuff. No. They both found free time. Later, he decided to investigate during a week long break. Dustin had asked around, talked to everyone that knew her, but they all knew as much as Dustin. So, he tried visiting her.
He tried knocking, but no-one answered. He tried the handle. It opened with a squeak. There was a breeze coming from an open window, and the room was a mess, as if there was no time to clean it... No, as if there was no point to cleaning it. As far as he could tell from a step in, there was no-one inside. He called out, but no-one answered, so he just simply left. There was obviousy no point in trying any further. If she was hiding from him, then so be it.
A week and several days passed before there was a news report about a recent car accident. Dustin himself hadn't seen it, but instead one of his friends had talked to him about it. Apparently, Zoey had been found dead, presumably hit by a large truck on the Highway 42. It was reported that it was around midnight, a strange time to be out. The report also said that there was no other car involved in the incident. Why would she be standing on the road? Dustin knew that Zoey wasn't the one to commit suicide like that. She was better than that... Wasn't she?
Dustin's father was fortunately a police officer. Luckily, his father trusted him a lot and he would sometimes tell him more about cases if they involved people he knew. Apparently, a passing citizen that drove past had stated that Zoey had stopped by a man who appeared to be homeless. Several moments the passerby had heard a crash, since the woman had slowed down to catch a glimpse of what was happening. She then called 911, but by the time the ambulance came, Zoey had died. Some officcers had thought that maybe the truck was specifically aimed at her. She was on the side of the road, so such a direct hit would probably have to be aimed.
However, regardless of how much he tried, Dustin couldn't solve the case. No matter what he did, there was no evidence stating anything about anyone. There was no driver in the truck, and no-one was found by the incident except Zoey. The woman who called the ambulance had seen no-one else after the crash, so it was incredibly curious. Due to this incident, Dustin had dropped out of college. Instead, he decided he would get some experience in the real-world first. Having a full-time job, living away from parents, and supporting himself.
He got a job at a popular new restaurant named North-Western Star. After all, he liked seafood, and he would get a discount for working there. One day, in his earlier time of working there, he had witnissed a strange man stumble into the restaurant late at night. His arm was almost torn off. There were only two other people there, a senior worker and him. Dustin kept cleaning as if he hadn't heard or saw anything, but then there was a scream. The man had been attacked by... something. It was repulsive to Dustin. It looked as if it bathed in garbage every night. It smelled the part, too. However, the senior worker there had managed to kill it with a shotgun. It luckily died easily. The man who was attacked had died. He had died by the time he was brought to a hospital.
Later, Dustin was confronted by the same senior staff member. He was told of Aegis, and its mission. He was briefed on what Imitations were, so he had information to base his decision on. Dustin himself thought that something like this could lead to something about Zoey's case. He accepted the offer to join.
Occupation: He works as a janitor in North-Western Star.
Role: He works in reconnaissance, typically about any kind of rumor or case involving murders and/or the Imitations. However, he sometimes also works in some elimination squads if the Imitation is marked as dangerous enough to require the whole team or the team's busy, either on the field or in the restaurant.
Relationships: Other than some random friends, a few in Aegis, no-one in particular. He lives with a room-mate, a girl name Alecia, in an apartment building.
Extra Info: His favorite food is fish. His favorite color is dark blue. His least favorite color is bright green. His least favorite food is ham.
In other news, I finished~ desu
Appearance:
Click to reveal
Full Name: Dustin J. McAshton.
Age: Twenty.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Personality: Dustin is relatively typical. He dislikes people who are serious all the time, though he also dislikes people who are constantly joking around. He's relatively quiet unless with good friends, and he also likes to listen on other peoples' conversations if he's not doing anything important.
Personal History:
Dustin was friends with Zoey since kindergarten. He had other friends, but they weren't best friends. It was never a "love" relationship. They never dated, they never kissed. They were just great friends. Dustin would say potato, she would say carrot, and they would have potatoes and carrots. They quarrelled a lot, but that's what best friends always did and the mark of a true friendship is if it survives through countless fights and arguments. They were almost like siblings to eachother. They always hung out together, as much as possible. They were both the only child in their families, and Dustin's parents both had day-jobs, so naturally he hung out with his best friend all day.
However, on his first year of college, something just happened. They had grown apart. Dustin himself felt that it was the fact that they both wanted to go out into the world and do their own thing. After all, they were both eighteen so they were legally adults. However, it wasn't actually that. It was just him that wanted to do that. Or maybe, it was because they were both busy with college and stuff. No. They both found free time. Later, he decided to investigate during a week long break. Dustin had asked around, talked to everyone that knew her, but they all knew as much as Dustin. So, he tried visiting her.
He tried knocking, but no-one answered. He tried the handle. It opened with a squeak. There was a breeze coming from an open window, and the room was a mess, as if there was no time to clean it... No, as if there was no point to cleaning it. As far as he could tell from a step in, there was no-one inside. He called out, but no-one answered, so he just simply left. There was obviousy no point in trying any further. If she was hiding from him, then so be it.
A week and several days passed before there was a news report about a recent car accident. Dustin himself hadn't seen it, but instead one of his friends had talked to him about it. Apparently, Zoey had been found dead, presumably hit by a large truck on the Highway 42. It was reported that it was around midnight, a strange time to be out. The report also said that there was no other car involved in the incident. Why would she be standing on the road? Dustin knew that Zoey wasn't the one to commit suicide like that. She was better than that... Wasn't she?
Dustin's father was fortunately a police officer. Luckily, his father trusted him a lot and he would sometimes tell him more about cases if they involved people he knew. Apparently, a passing citizen that drove past had stated that Zoey had stopped by a man who appeared to be homeless. Several moments the passerby had heard a crash, since the woman had slowed down to catch a glimpse of what was happening. She then called 911, but by the time the ambulance came, Zoey had died. Some officcers had thought that maybe the truck was specifically aimed at her. She was on the side of the road, so such a direct hit would probably have to be aimed.
However, regardless of how much he tried, Dustin couldn't solve the case. No matter what he did, there was no evidence stating anything about anyone. There was no driver in the truck, and no-one was found by the incident except Zoey. The woman who called the ambulance had seen no-one else after the crash, so it was incredibly curious. Due to this incident, Dustin had dropped out of college. Instead, he decided he would get some experience in the real-world first. Having a full-time job, living away from parents, and supporting himself.
He got a job at a popular new restaurant named North-Western Star. After all, he liked seafood, and he would get a discount for working there. One day, in his earlier time of working there, he had witnissed a strange man stumble into the restaurant late at night. His arm was almost torn off. There were only two other people there, a senior worker and him. Dustin kept cleaning as if he hadn't heard or saw anything, but then there was a scream. The man had been attacked by... something. It was repulsive to Dustin. It looked as if it bathed in garbage every night. It smelled the part, too. However, the senior worker there had managed to kill it with a shotgun. It luckily died easily. The man who was attacked had died. He had died by the time he was brought to a hospital.
Later, Dustin was confronted by the same senior staff member. He was told of Aegis, and its mission. He was briefed on what Imitations were, so he had information to base his decision on. Dustin himself thought that something like this could lead to something about Zoey's case. He accepted the offer to join.
Occupation: He works as a janitor in North-Western Star.
Role: He works in reconnaissance, typically about any kind of rumor or case involving murders and/or the Imitations. However, he sometimes also works in some elimination squads if the Imitation is marked as dangerous enough to require the whole team or the team's busy, either on the field or in the restaurant.
Relationships: Other than some random friends, a few in Aegis, no-one in particular. He lives with a room-mate, a girl name Alecia, in an apartment building.
Extra Info: His favorite food is fish. His favorite color is dark blue. His least favorite color is bright green. His least favorite food is ham.
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Quick question, before I FINALLY whip up an app.
Imitations.
Are they world wide?
Or do they just exist in (insert wherever this goes down here.)
Imitations.
Are they world wide?
Or do they just exist in (insert wherever this goes down here.)
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My curious brain is crying right now.
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Thunderfang, Jackattack and The_Nerdiness: please check your PMs.
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Fantastic. Thank you very much.
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XamboldoreFull Name: Augustus Hunter, nicknamed August.
Extra Info: Jenna is an imitation, but of course Augustus doesn't know this. This COULD lead to the Aegis thinking that Augustus is a Human helper to the imitations. Just a plot suggestion.
QUESTION: Can we control NPCs for only plot devices and against no one else unless they start the interaction? For example, Jenna in my case. As soon as I reveal her as an imitation (to all those OUTSIDE of the Aegis), I lose control of her to you.
1.) I like it. Accepted.
2.) I like that idea.
3.) Well, I wouldn't want to control her after she is revealed as an Imitation. You could still control her, if you want.
Also, if you didn't see it yet, which I don't expect that anyone would have, I made the IC. It's longer than I intended. You don't have to read if you don't want. It's just an encounter between Aegis and an Imitation. All three characters used will be mine.
imitation-black-t214260.html
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Everyone line up so I can throw you into the thread.....
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Say Hai.
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When will the thread be posted?
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On Skype, Aero told me that he was posting it now. And he's yelling at me.
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