[quick intro before the actual RP: I am an experienced Role Player, I have done it for over two years. If you ever have questions or concerns please feel free to message.]
You wake up in a room, on a bed. There are other beds too, lining a long, white, hallway. You cannot remember anything, even your name. All you know is that you have powers... and they imprisoned you because of this.
Our One Rule: there is no escaping the prison/you can only have one power
(yes, thats only one rule)
OC sheet:
Nickname (self-made):
Gender/pronouns:
Sexuality:
Power (only one please):
Looks:
Personality:
Other:
have fun!
Nickname (self-made): Greyscale
Gender/pronouns: Female they/them
Sexuality: ???
Power (only one please): shapeshifting into mythical animals
Looks: Dark skin, fiery red hair, green eyes.
Personality: Quiet, angry, won't hesitate to kill you.
Other: Has a secret passion for drawing
Name: Dr. Ethan O'Connor
Occupation: Doctor at the facility
Nickname: The Doc
Gender/pronouns: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Power: None
Looks: White skin, brown hair cut evenly on all sides, blue eyes
Personality: Demanding, calm, determined
Other: Marksman with rifle and handguns
>Nickname: "Time Lord"
>Gender: male
>Sexuality: straight
>Power: Can create controlled time distortions, e.g. pause/resume/slow down/speed up time for himself
>Looks: skinny, ~1.8 meters tall, pale skin. Has circles under the eyes.
>Personality: Doesn't like to communicate with people. Always dreams about something.
>Other: Used his powers to murder people. Got caught by people who threatened his family.
Nickname: Spinner
Gender/Pronouns: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Power: Soul-Spotter; allows him to see souls moving within a short radius.
Looks: Tanned, white skin. Piercing golden-orange eyes. Muscular and well-defined. Black hair, slightly greying on the sides.
Personality: Varies depending on mood. Sometimes communicative, most times, less than cooperative; very quiet. Hardened mind from several years in the military.
Other: Russian, part of Spetznas for 13 years, known family: none. Effective hunter and trapper. Spent three years in the arctic circle. Imprisoned after discovery of "supernatural abilities" by superior. Real name is Dimitri [REDACTED]. Age: 37.
Nickname: Red
Gender/pronouns: Male/Masculine
Sexuality: Bisexual
Power: Super Speed
Looks: Auburn hair, light blue eyes, pale skin, thin frame, 5"4,
Personality: Friendly, but has a short temper. Clever, but often overthinks things.
Other: Secretly loves sweets.
Nickname (self-made):
Bru (short for Bruja, 'witch' in spanish)
Gender/pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: asexual
Power (only one please):
Psionicist (skilled at crowd control)
Looks: Olive skin with some unique scars. Curly black hair, shoulder-length. Dark brown eyes. Tattoos of a ♦ beneath each eye. Thick chick, 5'7".
Personality: Quiet, observant, chill. Aloof. Slow to anger. Often talks in her sleep, though not always understandable.
Other: Frequently meditates, talks to herself. A bit of a kleptomaniac.
"Goodmorning all prisoners. I'm sure you're well aware you're here. I'm Dr. Ethan O'Connor, head of this facility. You are a wearing handcuffs that restrict your abilities. And I must say, you are all interesting people. The guards can use lethal force if necessary to if I deem it to be used. If you do break our, try not to kill anyone, they all have families... something you don't." Sr. O'Connor said with a laugh at the end of his speech over teh PA system.
Nickname (self-made): Spectre
Gender/pronouns: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Power (only one please):
Luck of The Draw - Enhanced reflexes and what appears to be a revolver with 6 bullets in it are all he owns. Summoning and casting it away as he needs. The revolver doesn't do much damage to others, but stops them dead in their tracks, holding them still for 2 seconds every shot, allowing for valuable time to be bought in most any situation. Sometimes wields two.
Looks: Slightly See-through, favours white and black clothes, alternating between the pair. Hair is dyed white, in a short parted fashion. Appears to float at most times, only a small amount off the ground (not flying or any of that.)
Personality: Both gloomy and cheerful at the same time. He tries to keep others in good spirits even if he isn't. A few members of the facility fear him, but most pay little attention to him.
Other: Wields two revolver holsters on a ghostly gun belt. Has two Schofield Revolvers as his power, a white one and black one, named "Death" and "Taxes" respectively. While his powers are never fully kept at bay, his bullets have much less stopping power, and "Taxes" cannot be used while binded.
Bru murmurs in her sleep, "...nothing, I don't have anything! Stop it, I'm telling you... grzzzuhhggg..." A strange gurgling sound escapes her lips before she jerks, suddenly awake. Her eyes wild, widening, and hit with the obnoxiously white surroundings. Her mind feeling very foggy, unfocused, and her arms uncomfortably pinned beneath her. She can feel restraints on her wrists. Her breath quickens in natural panic, before she remembers to breathe, and center. Peering around her environment, she sees some other bodies in beds beside her. Then she hears the announcement. "What the...?" She blinks slowly, to ensure she isn't dreaming. No, still here. But where? Who are these people? Who was that speaking? Who... who am I? Puzzled, confused, and constricted, she turns on her side, shifting into a fetal position and breathing deeply while her mind churns.
not gunna participate cuz too hard for me, but ill be reading the texts :)
Okay. Let us begin!
You wake up in the hallway, slightly groggy. There are old video game consuls, pac man, donkey kong, and others lined against one side of the wall. There is a door labled "Restroom" to your right and a door labled cafe to your left. There are books on a sshelf, all classics from C.S. Lewis's time and back. There are security cams everywhere and no windows. The floor is a hard, white tile, the wall is white painted cement, the celing is white as well. You have all white clothes on, with a number sewn into the right arm. There is a small corner where paint and other creative items are, nothing sharp though. No guards are in sight. do what you like.
Greyscale wakes up, she feels angry, betrayed, and worst of all, scared. She looks at her wrists, new scars... hmm... First time in a while she hadn't been tied to a bed. Nice. She sat up, a wave of nausia washing over her. She stopped, then continued when she could think clearly. She got up, and explored. Apparently nobody else was awake. One was talking to herself and seemed to be not feeling well though.
Spinner blinked a few times as consciousness returned to him. He was in an odd room; it felt like a little bit of everything except home. He looked himself over. No new injuries were visible. "Where am I?" he mumbled in a raspy tone under his breath. He continued to look for clues to hint at his whereabouts. All he found was '24' sewn onto his sleeve. Standing upright at 5'11", Spinner looked around the room. White. All he saw was white. 'Café?' Spinner stumbled slightly as he walked slowly over to the door and opened it.
cafe: a round room with round tables and chairs. A robot stands behind a counter, ready to serve you whatever you like.
Spectre awoke, rubbing his eyes, He rolled off the bed, landing with no sound. He got up, dusting himself off, and checking if he was in one piece.
"How in the absolute bleeding f*** did I end up here?" He asked nobody. He summoned Death, and observed the revolver before him.
"Good to see I've still got you, old friend."
He tried to summon Taxes, but only a flicker appeared before it fizzled out.
"Poor Taxes. Looks like I'm binded."
He took steady steps, leaving a small white ripple as he walked, like he was walking on water. He made his way to the Cafe, and looked around.
"Familiar..." The revolver seemed to whisper.
Oh shut up, you, Spectre thought, sending Death to the air and dust. It disappeared like a ghost.
Spinner looked about the strangely round room. 'Oh well.' He made his way over to the counter, where the robot stood idly, awaiting verbal contact. "What do you have?" asked Spinner.
This is known as godmoding. Please avoid the "you are wearing handcuffs" thing.
Perfect-Pine-89, please message me before you do somthing like putting everyone in handcuffs or restricting their abilities. Thank you.
This PA announcement never happened as far as I'm concerned. Please go on with your activities as if this never happened.
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The robot turned and spoke. "We have everything. Ask and you shall recieve."
"Does that include alcohol?" asked Spinner. He hoped they had some; he needed it about now.