Mad Scientists' Lab - lots of race photos

[Wrath Of The Lawless]

Maclyn looked at his reflection in the small puddle. His felt a surge of hatred pulse through his body. "What have you done to me!?" He cried out as he looked to the door. His fist tightend and his knuckles popped loudly. "Do you know who I am?! I am Maclyn Dozor. Son of Lord Zavulan Dozor. The great Duelist of the western world! I Demand to know what you have done to me!" He cried out wanting the truth. He charged at the door with all his might. Each step towards the door made his body faster. Just before he hit the foor he all but a blur, then a loud 'thud' echoed the hall. His anger just grew as he violently punched the door with all his might. "Let me out of here!" He quickly wasted all the energy he had, and fell to his knees. He was fighting back tears, trying not to show his emotions.  

[Margem]

[OOC: By the way, you guys can have the guards take you away for testing, provided that you actually say in Out-of-character text what is going to happen to them.... I am not taking your characters out of the cages. I won't do that.
You also can't run away from the lab quite yet...]  

[Margem]

After a few hours, the guard drags the fourth prisoner back to the cells, the being's legs dragging on the ground. His wings have been "surgically" removed and they are still bleeding. The guard seems not to care, however, as he is just doing his job. He throws the being into the cell designated for experimentation number four and, locking it, walks out.



The first prisoner smells blood nearby and, shocked, wakes from her nap. Seeing the trail of blood, her eyes follow it until they reach over to cell four.
"What the heck happened to you?!" she asks, her eyes widening by the second.  

[Ignissian]

Pulling a cheap-looking cart, one of the guards was bringing a somewhat of faintly green-glowing jar towards the cell, even if it seems like useless green jar when you give it a second glance one might notice a pair of smoldering eyes peering from out of it. As the guard approaches the cell he kicks the jar of the cart with rather careless motion, while the jars falls down landing on a wall near to it. As the guard leaves the cell rooms, the jar starts to glow with seemingly an ill aura, as if the 'being' or whatever it is inside is in great pain and agony.

Character Name: Ignissian Flame'Reth.
Race: Elemental.
Gender: Depends on the hame possessed, but prefers Male.
Height/Weight: Depends on the hame possessed.
From: Firelands, a dome at Elemental Plane.
Arrival: Tricked into captivity by Dr. Drikenglough, after what he had been 'chained' into a fel-crystal jar which bans him from making any hostile action until the jar is broken.

Background: Raised by Elemental-spire lord Reth, Ignissian has always been under surveillance of best Spire sages and elders, especially since Ignissian had been born with rare power for an elemental to be able to shift into both genders at whim. Even if he prepares to remain in his male hame, sometimes for ticking others or, gathering some info he shifts into his 'twin sister' Ignia Flame'Reth. His personality isn't affected by hame changing, in both forms he's a outgoing, fiery-tempered, helpful and caring person. In fights he uses all he had been taught by Spire Sages and Elders. His favourite fighting style is shaping his arms to be two long and thick fiery-lashes which he mercilessly hurls and entangles his opponents with.
Physique Description: Ignissian is tall pale-skinned male, with body structure reminding much of experienced water-polo players. His eyes are green as summer fields in early morning, and his hair long wavy and blushly red, sometimes if one stares to much at it he might get an illusion of his mane actually being living fire. Always seems to be smiling and his gaze projecting a feeling of curiosity.
Ignia resembles a almost pristine female built; With her hourglass body and her shapely legs, one might even think a goddess had passed one by. Same eyes as her 'twin' and same hair, only difference is that she likes to keep it bound in an bun atop of her head, and she has two large hoops as her silvery earrings. Her lips are always pouted and have that tiny sparkle on them making an effect of tiny candle flame constantly rolling and frolicking on them.  

[Margem]

The battered wingless male notices that there is a being in the cell right by him but he says nothing. Instead, he whimpers, his wings still bleeding profusely, as his skin tone starts becoming whiter and whiter by the minute from loss of blood.



[What the heck is a 'hame'?
Sand-watch = hourglass. It didn't sound right when I read it but... yeh.]  

[Ignissian]

Jar keeps glowing faintly, the sound of the glow resembling somewhat of a lamenting song on an unknown language. The 'Lament' sounds eerie as if someone is shrieking and mourning at the same time, but id doesn't sound disturbing at all.




[Hame would be something like shape something or someone takes, I.E. a Druid shape-shifting into a bear shape , and as for the sand-watch, I couldn't remember the synonym for it, sorry >..<
P. S. I've corrected some of the mistakes.]  

[Savory Garlic Crinkle]

Mia rouses herself to look over through the cell bars towards cells four and five. What she sees there shocks her.

"Oh... my... gosh!" she says, standing up, then asks prisoner number four, "Are you alright?!"



Subject four groans, "I think I'm dying.... They sawed off my wings, for about two hours straight, without numbing the area and without giving me pain medication...."



Prisoner one shakes her head: "No. That can't be possible. What kind of creatures are these scientists?!"

Next thing she knows, a guard comes and takes her away to be experimented on.  

[MsMorbidity]

A loud crash echoed around the building, catching the guard's attention.
Laughing came from down the hall, and a good amount of cursing as well.
"What the hell is wrong with this thing?"
"Its not a thing, Its an Elf."
One guard escorted the female to the cells where the other 'patients' were being kept and locked her into a cell of her own.
The elf collapsed into the cell, laughing her face off pratically.

Name: Lafali (Moon's Shadow)
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Pearly White
Skin Color: Pale
From: the NorthEastern boarders of the country. Was stalking some kind of animal into the forest when stumbled into a 'cave' which turned out to be the lab where these strange experiments were taking place.
Why was she laughing? : she was laughing at herself, and at her clumsiness
Animal language that she speaks: Baikal Teal (Its a bird)