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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:09 pm
T h 3 . A f f 1 ii c t ii 0 N
The Affliction
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Prologue . . .
In a war-torn planet recently devastated by the impact of a colossal meteor, a technologically-advanced society was put to ruins. With the strike of the meteor, a small fragment of the planet, a futuristic Earth, was utterly decimated. And with the meteor's impact came a virus that spread amongst the survivors of its fatal wrath.
Those who lived were scorned and lived their lives in misery and confinement. Those who were unaffected by the virus itself fled and lived in hate.
Loved ones parted ways, shunning one another for their newly-gained differences in chemical composition. What did the virus truly do, actually? It destroyed the sickly and ill, leaving their bodies decomposing so rapidly that they would be there one day, and gone the next. Those who were not sickly and ill took on a vaguely deformed version of the first animal they touched after being diagnosed. Of course, these slight deformations did not detract from their humanity. Their personalities were still intact, aside for the few animalistic tendencies they gained. The only difference was that they could morph back and forth from human to animal and vice-versa, or even linger in a half-morphed state of part-human, part-animal. However, they generally had no control over when they morphed, how they morphed, and to what degree they morphed.
Unfortunately, this did little to rid them of the scorn that was served to them upon a silver platter.
Those who were diagnosed were sent to random, deserted areas. Quarantines, if you will. And then, they were left there to die and rot, forgotten by the rest of humanity, despite the point the virus was not contagious.
Of course, there were some who, out of luck or careful planning, escaped. One particularly vulpine—no, that was not pun-intended—adolescent escaped the confinement and salvaged the little vestiges of technology that remained. Relocating himself to an isolated area, he built a refuge for those who managed to escape, offering them food and shelter and a home to call their own. Now, in this tiny village he created, he hopes to find a way to garner acceptance from the rest of the human race.
'Cuz if they don't, he might as well make them accept.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:21 pm
T h 3 . A f f 1 ii c t ii 0 N
The Affliction
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Summary . . .
This roleplay takes place on the face of a very devastated, futuristic Earth. In other words, this place has lost most of its population, and it is practically a wasteland aside from a few miraculously lush areas.
A meteor has stricken this planet, causing this damage. In addition, there have been some humans who have been diagnosed with an unidentified virus that is given off from the meteor. Those who are diagnosed with the virus, if weak, die. If they are strong, they survive... but with side-effects. This virus alters their chemical composition in such a way that they gain the ability to morph into the first animal they touch, though they take on a slightly deformed or exaggerated appearance. They even gain some animalistic tendencies.
They could also change back and forth from human to animal and vice-versa, or stay in a half-human, half-animal state. However, they generally had no control over when they morphed, how they morphed, and to what degree they morphed. This condition caused them to be scorned by the rest of human society, and so, they were shipped off to quarantines and left to die, even though the virus wasn't contagious.
Some managed to escape their confinements. One male teenager did just that, and rebuilt a small refuge at an isolated area for others who had the virus. Thus begins his—and very possibly everyone else's—search for acceptance from the rest of the human race.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:58 pm
T h 3 . A f f 1 ii c t ii 0 N
The Affliction
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Summary . . .
1.) ... Guild rules and Gaia rules apply here.
2.) ... Please minimize cussing. If it's a part of your character's nature to cuss, then you may allow them to, but don't go overboard.
3.) ... PG-13 is the maximum. No cybering or sexual stuff. And no, you may not take it to PMs. Don't do anything beyond PG-13 on Gaia at all.
4.) ... All characters who are infected cannot have full-control over their transformation. Unless they have had the infection for a long period of time already, they may not fully control when they transform and to what extent they transform (such as whether they merely sprout ears and a tail or turn into a wolf completely). Of course, characters are allowed to have some control over transformations.
5.) ... Those who are playing as humans, you are free to take up headquarter spots at the places cities previously were. Please PM me regarding the plot if you are to make any kind of move. I will personally have two characters (one infected, one uninfected) to help keep things in order.
6.) ... No godmodding or perfect people. Keep things realistic and limit abilities.
7.) ... Send all character profiles to Azuwrius. She will then add them to the list and respond to your PM unless there is something you must fix. Once she has added your profile to the list and said you may post via PM, you may begin posting.
8.) ... A maximum of one character is allowed per person. I'll be an exception to this rule because I will need one character on each side to help steer the roleplay in the right direction. I might change this rule.
9.) ... To maintain variation, characters who are infected cannot have the same animal species as others. So, if one character is affected by, say, robin genes, no other character may be affected by robin genes. Also, infected characters may only be affected by one animal species each.
More rules may be added if needed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:09 pm
T h 3 . A f f 1 ii c t ii 0 N
The Affliction
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Profile Skeleton . . .
Please do not put anything between the bold tags. Also, please put everything in third person.Profile Skeleton Gaian Username: I will question your sanity if you do not realize what this is. Character Name: Your character's name. Age: Your character's age. Gender: Your character's gender, obviously. Infected or Uninfected?: Whether or not your character is infected goes here. If infected, please include what animal in parenthesis. Characters may not be of more than one animal, unless they have only disadvantages from the second animal. Abilities: If your character is infected, what abilities has he/she gained from being affected by animal genes? (These abilities must be based on what animal genes they have been affected by.) If your character is not infected, what are they good at? Personality: How does your character act around others? When alone? Brief History: What happened in their past? What are they planning to do? And please, not "She/he has amnesia or she/he does not remember" crap. Physical Description: A description of their physical appearance goes here. This is optional. Picture: Pictures are optional. They may be shown as the actual pictures themselves or links. Only one picture is permitted per character. [size=10][b]Gaian Username:[/b]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:11 pm
T h 3 . A f f 1 ii c t ii 0 N
The Affliction
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Character Profiles . . .
Infected
 Gaian Username: Azuwrius
Character Name: Denzel
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Infected or Uninfected?: Infected (Gray Wolf)
Abilities: Denzel is capable of slashing things to shreds with his claws or through the usage of his razor-sharp teeth. Thus, he may render enemies and foes immobile and heavily injured for long periods of time. His keen sense of smell allows him to detect others from nearly three kilometers away, or simply track and hunt. Like a true wolf, his eyesight has a range of one hundred eighty degrees, and it is, overall, exceedingly acute. His sense of hearing has also been heightened drastically, allowing him the capability to hear things from many miles away.
Personality: Some refer to him as lazy. But, really, Denzel is simply a guy who likes to kick back and relax. Contrary to the first impression he gives off, he is energetic and cheerful. Though he is not optimistic to a fault, Denzel is able to look on the bright side of things most of the time and hold strong in even the darkest periods of doubt and self-loathing. He may very well be a more talkative, cheerful version of the “strong and silent” type of guy. Adhering to his wolfish traits, Denzel is extremely protective of those around him, and will readily defend friends and cherished beliefs. At his best, he is powerful, friendly, witty, and kind. At his worst, he can be sarcastic, excessively cruel, ignorant, and, actually, genuinely lazy.
Brief History: At the time of the meteor’s impact, Denzel had been forcefully dragged along with his parents and younger sister to the zoo. Yes. The zoo. (Though, secretly, he adored animals and truly wanted to go, but protested in doing so for fear of downgrading his manly pride. Petting the fluffy animals was for little kids and girls, wasn’t it…?)
But, nevertheless… it had been a mistake.
Upon reaching the section that housed animals belonging to the canine family, Denzel had gone with his sister to pet a particularly well-trained gray wolf. However, it was at that precise moment that the meteor impacted with the planet. Fragments of the immense object sprayed over the zoo, killing hundreds of people, one of them being his sister. In his distress, Denzel was injured by numerous shards of the meteor as well, but, miraculously, survived. Conversely, seeking comfort, he had pet the gray wolf, who was half-dead, lying nearby. This touch caused him to black out, as the virus had already begun the process of altering his chemical composition, weakening him, and converting him into a part-animal.
When he next awakened, he was with his parents, at a hospital. Though he can now barely recall the events that occurred there, his parents had treated him coldly, distressed by their daughter’s death, and blamed him for being unable to help. Shortly afterwards, Denzel was relocated to a quarantine, for the doctors, with their advanced technology, discovered he was diagnosed with the virus. The time at the quarantine proved to be—excuse my language—hell.
Without food and living in something that could barely be called a shelter, Denzel succumbed to the wolf inside him and, as a wolf, tore through the barriers that locked him inside and escaped. With that done, he found an area lush with vegetation, though isolated due to being forsaken by its former inhabitants. By himself and with the advantages of being part wolf, Denzel went through the remains of the buildings and, using the little knowledge of machinery he knew, hooked up the houses to a nearby power plant that was, miraculously, still working. It must have been another miracle that the plumbing was still working. Now with a home, Denzel turned the place into a refuge for those who were in the same plight as him, and hopes to one day foster friendship between regular humans and those infected once again.
Physical Description: Bah. None. Too lazy to write one out.
Gaian Username: Otulissa
Character Name: Estella
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Infected or Uninfected?: Infected (Spotted Owl; strix occidentalis)
Abilities: Estella has wonderful, acute hearing like many owls and, if she were flying in the sky, she can hear the light, almost silent, pattering of softly padded mouse feet. Also, even in her human form, she can turn her head almost all the way around to look backwards. In her owl form, she can be lethal by using her sharp talons or her just-as-deadly beak. She can also have a very loud, almost 'blinding' screeching cry. Not as loud as a screech owl, of course, but still quite loud for an owl in general.
Personality: Estella is a very chatty, talkative, and outgoing person once you get to know her. But if she does not know you well, then she is pretty quiet and may seem shy. But don't let that fool you. Estella is generally pretty loud and boisterous, and at times, may be a bit hyper. She is not really an optimist, since she does get depressed sometimes, but she tries to have a positive outlook. Of course, sometimes she fails. In addition, Estella has a bit of a sense od sarcasm.
Brief History: Estella became infected by the virus when she was out in the woods. What happened was she was walking through the woods, actually, she was running away from home. For reasons she mainly kept to herself, Estella was running away after realizing that her parents were most definitely insane. They kept 'seeing' things and saying that things were going to happen that Estella knew were definitely untrue. So, she decided to run away. Walking through the woods, she just had to stop and gaze at a lovely specie of owl, a spotted owl to be exact. The owl, contrary to popular belief, actually approached her! Instead of flying away. ...Then, the meteor hit. The shards and pieces of the meteors rained down from the sky, and Estella screamed. Then, the owl was scared and tried to fly away, but was knocked down beside Estella. She grabbed the owl, in an attempt to try to protect it, but then she fainted as the virus began to transform her.
She woke up later, and was shocked to find that she was...not human. She was an owl! When she tried to scream, what came out was a deafening screech. She was frightened, and fainted from exhaustion. She was strong enough to survive, and now, basically hides in the woods. No one ever found her, since she hardly ever morphed into a human and could not really control her transformations.
Physical Description: Estella has long, dark, almost black hair, and she has a slender and petite frame. That's basically it. Refer to the picture on the side for more information.
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »»
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:12 pm
-slices ribbon- This thread is now open! Get those profiles in ASAP!
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 1:57 pm
♥-»∙´‾`~»» ...... {» DENZEL «} ...... ~¤«´‾`•◊ “. . . . . .Gentle - b r e a t h e s - ghosting along my ears...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ever____coolly brushing away my f e a r s.
Why do phantoms w h i s p e r against those walls?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Perhaps they're preparing for the [ii N 3 V ii T A B L 3] fall;
[D]on't call. [D]on't cry.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just wave - g o o d b y e.. . . . . . ” [♦♣♥♠] » . . . . . « [♠♥♣♦]
"Those bastards... I'll show them someday..."
Bitter words filled an otherwise gentle atmosphere with the icy promise of vindictive vengeance.
One irritated Denzel heaved a soft sigh, sifting his fingers through unruly locks of chocolate-brown hair.
Three years. Lucky (note the rather apparent sarcasm) number three. Something about that number had always peeved the rational male in the past, and now he finally knew why.
Having been condemned to reside within the confines of a quarantine three years ago, left to rot away and die by his own parents, it was a wonder Denzel found himself lacking the "I hate the world!" vibes usually possessed by one who was currently pitying oneself unreasonably. So he was pitying himself. Big deal. Everyone deserved their fair share of emo-angsting time every once in a while, regardless of how cheerful and optimistic they usually were. Denzel was one such example.
But it was about time he shaped up, buckled down, and stopped pitying himself.
After all, self-pity led people nowhere in life. Aside for an unpleasant trip down memory lane. And Denzel was absolutely positive that he did not, in fact, desire a trip down memory lane.
Slinking forward with a cat-like grace—which was fairly odd and contradictory, seeing as the virus had gotten him some wolf genes—Denzel nimbly stepped past the threshold of one of the numerous houses consisting the multitude of buildings that composed the refuge. Calm obsidian orbs gazed upon the soft, lush grass at their owner's feet, scouring the surroundings with a casual laziness only Denzel could have managed to pull off without being smacked in the head. Not that there was someone to smack him in the head to begin with, but... still.
The tiniest traces of a frown graced the tall male's lips as he strode to the edge of the refuge with deliberate silence, casting a cautious gaze into the distance. However, his temporary moment of caution receded into a fit of trembles as he felt a familiar sensation come over him.
The wolf inside him wanted out.
Falling to his knees, shivering, Denzel dug his nails into the ground as he tried to resist the instinctive defensive mechanism located in his mind, the one that urged him to fight back against the wolf that was taking over. But, by now, now that several years had passed, Denzel knew—less resistance meant less pain. So what if he wanted to be spared the scorching sensation of pain lacing through over fiber of his being? One couldn't blame him for wanting to do so. And so, he relented.
And, surprisingly, the wolf fell back just one bit.
A furry tail gracelessly tore its way out of the confines of his garments as it arched outward with a seemingly demonic grace, protruding noticeably but wagging happily. One irate Denzel cringed as he felt his hair shift, making way for a pair of soft, regal wolf ears. Said... accessories... stuck up near the top of his head, though close to the sides, twitching slightly as they listened for foreign noises. That was when the transformation stopped, leaving Denzel with a refreshing sort of... acceptance.
"Ow, ow, ow...! Geez, that hurt." Insert sigh here. "Bah, at least the transformation wasn't that bad this time."
Glancing down at the small patch of blood that now lay on the ground, courtesy of his tail tearing out from his tailbone, Denzel reached slender digits up to the top of his head, prodding gently at his new ears. They twitched in response, rustling irritably as they were disturbed. Good. Both pairs of ears were fully functional. Conversely, as he retracted his fingers and glanced at them, blood glistened upon them. At least it wasn't as severe as what normally happened.
Turning completely into a wolf typically left him scarred. Fortunately, this time, he was spared the pain of going through a complete transformation.
Tucking his hands into his pockets and taking a seat on the grass, leaning against the bark of a nearby tree, Denzel closed his eyes to get some sufficient shut-eye, hoping that no one would disturb him. Not that there was anyone to disturb him, though. This place was utterly isolated, despite its fine condition, and he was probably the only one around for miles.
Note that word: probably.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 4:44 am
What the hell...?!
Dark-colored wings flapped noisily and roughly in the forest, just two feet off the forest floor. Large, encompassing trees surrounding the teenage girl, and she muttered to herself, "Owls are supposed to be soundless in flgiht, elegant hunters. This is the opposite of soundless and the opposite of elegant. Ah!" Her wings lurched forward, and they seemed to be flapping and flailing without any of her consent. She sighed with a shake of her head as her wings seemed to flap a bit less noisily now. But not by much.
I used to always want to fly like this... but now... I don't think I like flying, Estella thought. She shook her head with a little laugh; she never got motion-sick, but she was just scared she would bang into a tree or something. Since she had no control, she had no idea where her wings would take her. As if proving her point, all of a sudden, her wings folded and she fell to the ground. "Ow!" Luckily, she wasn't that high up when she fell. "Ugh..." she mumbled. "What's up with these wings...?" She tried to flap them, and they just hung limply. I wonder if I'll ever be able to control them? she wondered with glistening eyes. If she were able to control her flying and wings better...then that would be a huge help, and maybe she would enjoy flying a lot more. She got up from the ground, and brushed off her white skirt... though that wasn't much help since it was already stained dirty from her many failed attempts at controlling her flight and transformations.
Estella bit her lip, and then ran as fast as she could in as straight a line as she could, weaving through the trees that were in her path. She closed her eyes, and jumped up into the air, tucking her knees in front of her. Her wings flapped, luckily, and she flew! Phew... maybe my wings aren't so evil after all... She always wondered if her owl wings, in her half-transformed form, was evil. They seemed to be pretty mischievous, if wings could have personalities like that... She placed her left hand on her right wing as it flapped, feeling the throbbing muscles in them. They were slightly warm, and most definitely real... even as they seemed to be fantastic and make-believe. Her black hair seemed to flutter with an ethereal essence about her dark wings.
All of a sudden, Estella heard someone saying, "Ow, ow, ow...! Geez, that hurt." She stifled a little gasp; she hadn't thought that anyone else would be in the forest. Cautiously, her wings fluttered...suddenly silent this time... and she flew over to behind a tree. Who was that? she pondered. I can't see him... where is he?
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