Description: Pale, with long dark hair, Ayleth is lightly built and stands a measly five feet. Her eyes are a gentle gray color, and she holds an air of grace and dignity about her.
Personality: Quiet and kind, Ayleth is a forgiving, caring person. She takes pride in her abilities, and tries to help other Saviors as best she can. Painfully shy, she has a hard time speaking, and when nervous has a stutter that is a huge point of embarrassment for her. She relies heavily on Sadon for communication
Power: She breathes the air into something breathable
Weakness/Strengths: She's really talented at making others feel at ease, something in her gentle nature gives off an aura of no harm, though it leaves her with little to no self protection, and she is painfully shy of communicating with others
Short Bio: Ayleth and Sadon found each other in the labs when they were young, and assumed because of a similarity in their appearances that only they seem to be aware of, determined that they must be siblings, bred out of the same DNA. They've clung to this belief, and have stuck together through thick and thin, taking care of each other as best they can.
Weapon: (not required) none
Other: Up for love
Name: Sadon Lefevre
Gender: Male
Race: (Earth official, Savior, mutant) Savior
Age: (13-25) supposedly 19, though he looks older
Description: Tall and muscular, with dark hair, and eyes black all the way through the iris. He's built to fight He's also got tattoo's he won't explain how he acquired to anyone, even Ayleth
Personality: Seemingly passive aggressive, though incredibly protective, Sadon guards his "sister" with his life. Playful and a little reckless sometimes, he tends to be the one getting into trouble more than Ayleth ever does
Power: Super strength
Weakness/Strengths: While cool as a cucumber most of the time, the moment someone he cares about is put into danger, the beast wakes up and he loses himself to violent bloodlust
Short Bio: See Ayleth's profile
Weapon: (not required) Whatever he can find at the time
Other: up for love
((Let me know if any of this isn't okay! Thanks much!))
Yes, I guess that's the only option. And yes, we started. I'll change the title.
Burns, mutation reverser,
I turn my head to the sky, homing in on the rumble of the last Arc as it makes its way across the sky. You'd never be able to tell from here, but the thing is huge. I continue to listen until it fades, having disappeared into the sooty clouds, starting its three-month journey to Mars. I sigh. Leaving us to clean up their mess. Still, it is something that needs to happen, and I am willing to do my part.
They dropped us all near a bunker that has been stalked with food, water, ammo and weapons, and other supplies. I was told that we are all from different facilities from around the world, supposedly so that we can all get a better understanding of the global situation. Whatever. All that I care about this fact at the moment is that we are all dispersed around the bunker, so we need to group up to make a plan. The soldiers who dropped me also said that the bunker was due south from my drop point, so I pull out my modified compass (it has an auditory function that speaks the direction I'm facing) and click my tongue to get an impression of my surroundings. I'm in a mutated forest, which is slowly reversing itself around me: plants shrinking or changing color, animals stopping in mid-shreak or growl as they begin to change back to their original forms.
I whistle, and my dog, Shae, bounds out of the vegetation, barking happily. She helps me past trees, steering me around the trunks, roots, and undergrowth that could trip me up. We walk for perhaps twenty minutes, before I sense that we reach a clearing. I click my tongue again, and get an impression of a large open space, with a low building at its center. The bunker. I grin and leave the shadow of the forest, striding across the clearing.
"Well, Shae old gal," I say, "Let's get things ready and wait for the others."
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
Mathilda Blue, air purifier I had tied a leather strap to my backpack, and on that strap there was three rabbits dangling back and forth for each step I took. I had caught them in snares, so there was no damage to the meat. Someone was going to have a feast tonight, and this time it wasn't going to be a mutated coyote. The damn thing hadn't even been eatable. Well, at least it had been an interesting contribution to my fauna. It wasn't every day that you saw a coyote the size of a bear, drooling acid and jumping around on five legs.
Now I was headed for the bunker. Apparently there were supplies there and I needed ammo and maybe a new canteen. Scratch that, I definitely needed a new canteen. The coyote had chewed on mine.
Just as I saw the glade appear behind the trees I noticed a vine with long sharp thorns, choking a nearby tree. Could it really be? I took a closer look and confirmed that it had a couple of purple flowers, resembling roses but not quite. I put my backpack and my rifle down, dug out a metal jar from the bottom of my bag and carefully put the purple flowers in that jar. The flowers held a very potent poison, which I always carried in a vial on my belt. On drop was enough to bring down.. Well, anything really, in a second or two. The coyote sure hadn't seen it coming.
When I was done I picked up my things and walk out into the glade. The bunker was in the middle of it. The bark from a dog called my attention, and I noticed a guy by the entrance. I waved, so he wouldn't shoot me or something, and walked over to him.
"Hi!" I said with a smile. It had been far to long since I talk to anyone. "I've got three rabbits. You and pooch can have one if you'd like. Name's Mathilda Blue, but you can just call me Blue." I held out my hand for him to shake and smiled again. He seemed a bit surprised at my friendly demeanor. Well, no point in arguing, right? Wait.. He wasn't looking at me. I waved my other hand in front of his face. Oh. I shrugged, grabbed his hand and shook it.
“Are you looking for sympathy? You'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis” ― Thomas Harris
I don't know if all the mutants are together or not so I isolated mine and I guess they can meet the other mutants along the way.
Nike
"Austen, can we stop?"
I stop anyway, not waiting for an answer, and revel in the feel of my slowly fading pain. My joints hurt, I felt as if my feet were about to fall off, the sun was too bright in my eyes, and everything was just wrong. I slumped against a tree and instantly regretted it as soon as I made contact with the rough bark. My mouth twitched slightly at the pain.
He turned back to look at me, narrowed his eyes in distaste, and kept on walking. Panic welled inside of me for a moment and I struggled to push myself off the ground.
"Austen," I called again, voice cracking. He turned towards me, eyes still hard, and exhaled loudly. He stared for a while before sitting down heavily next to me. He grabbed a nearby tree branch and quickly began writing into the soft earth.
'You have maybe a minute before we keep moving.'
I nodded in compliance and let my head fall softly back, closed my burning eyes, and tried to ignore my own skin.
Austen
She fell asleep. Not surprisingly, she was weak and tired, but I told her she had a minute and she fell asleep. Not only was that a bit rude, but it was aggravating. Maybe she wanted to get caught, but I wasn't too keen on that idea. I stood up and stretched, let my back pop. We have been walking for quite a while now, started a whole sunrise ago and haven't stopped since. Come to think of it, I was hungry as ever, and I'm sure she was too. Food isn't too readily available out here, but we do our best. Before leaving, I make a circle around Nike in some corrosive toxins I picked up somewhere on our walk, and then I head off to find something that wasn't already mutated beyond edibility, and that I could eat without killing me.
The area was quiet around the twisted, mutated tree I was standing in, only the sounds of the wind brushing through the trees, the quiet wheeze of Sadon's gas mask, and his heavy step on the fauna. It was all so quiet... Was this how it had been before everything had gone so horribly wrong? Silent? Like Sadon and I were the only two in the world. A lonely existence...
"Ayleth!" Sadon called, voice booming and shaking the lilac branches I was perched on.
I scrambled down as quickly as I could, landing lightly on some sort of soft orange plant and hurrying in his direction. "H-here Sadon."
He looked over at me, his dark eyes losing the worry that had been filling them. "Come on, we need to find the bunker. We're running low on supplies."
I nodded and trailed after him, looking around again, and wondering what everything would look like after we finished repairing the damaged world. Would the trees be green again? Like in the book that I found said? Or the sky blue, instead of a noxious grey? Would the humans come back, or would they stay away and let us have this world?
Sadon gently took my arm and led me off to the bunker, I guess I was wandering again. He didn't seem to need any compass, like he had a map of the area already. But that wasn't possible, we hadn't been this way, had we?
I frowned, trying to see if I recognized anything, but it was impossible, I just couldn't tell.
He paused a second at the edge of a clearing, and then slowly made his way in, eyeing two other Savior's there.
I didn't want to interrupt the main flow of the SB- Red, if this doesn't work please just PM me and I will gladly edit.
Name: Elliot James Kavenaugh
Gender: Male, very much male.
Race: Savior (mostly...)
Age: 20
Description: Considering Elliot never removes his gas mask, and as the mask covers all his face, it is hard to say what he really looks like- it is another layer of mystery to him. But he is tall, 6'7” and muscular- but not overly so, a lean built to kill kind of muscle. Elliot wears an odd assortment of Military and street clothes. His boots and pants are both military, but his tee-shirts and dark gray hoodie strike an odd contrast. He has a tattoo on his left arm - three solid black bands on his bicep. http://images.wikia.com/creepypasta/ima ... -black.jpg http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2 ... 4ufbve.jpg (just no wings.)
Personality: Elliot is somewhat of a mystery. On the one hand he seems a sarcastic, cold jerk- the kind of guy NO ONE likes, even the person who loves everybody- would not like Elliot. But then he goes and show s small flashes of tenderness, a softer soul inside the hard as nails exterior. He's very protective of those he considers his friends- or his responsibility and would defend them to the death. Surprisingly intelligent, he can usually find a way around tough problems. He's stubborn and doesn't believe in no win scenarios- and showing weakness is not an option for him, he has to be on his game 24/7.
Power: Water Purification
Weakness: His smart ass and cold personality makes it nearly impossible for him to make friends, and his inability to trust people make it impossible to form any close relationships. He has a fear of needles that he doesn't understand. His biggest weakness though, is that his body isn't as resilient to the polluted earth as the other saviors and his is slowly shutting down. His lungs are the first to show any real damage. He hides it well but breathing is painful and he is known for coughing fits, but worst of all he will sometimes cough up blood- but so far no one has seen this, none of the scientists or officials. Strengths: His dogged persistence to finish a job or task he's set with- through hell or high water. His ability to think on his feet and his ability to quickly adapt to changes.
Short Bio: Elliot is a bit of an odd case for the Saviors- he's the eldest of the Saviors but also of the Mutants. Elliot is in fact the original prototype for the Super human project. He was born- not genetically cloned or created- but when he was born he was born terminally ill- he was dying. A member of the Scientist team came to his mother promising if she signed over custody of her baby- that they would save him, she did so and they took him away. What she didn't know is that the scientists were working on a highly controversial new form of genetic and bio-manipulation.
For five years the scientists worked on him- pumping his tiny body full of chemicals and genetic enhancers, but he wasn't showing any promising changes, so the scientists were going to “terminate him” as a failed subject, but instead the project supervisor adopted the bright eyed cheery boy-and raised Elliot as his own- making sure to put the active mutated genes into a form of hibernation. Elliot grew up thinking he was just a normal boy, his memory of his horrible ordeals being self erased from his mind. when he graduated he was going to join the marines, he wanted to help save innocent people- he had his whole life planned, but then hell broke loose. The Savior teams were already assembled all over the world- but one of the water purifiers died in in a training accident- and the plan perimeters stated clearly they needed a set number of Water purifiers- considering how much of the earth was water. But there were no replacements, no back ups. The plan was teetering on the brink of disaster- without that missing Savior the plan wouldn't be approved- that's when Elliot's “father” made the decision to reactivate Elliot's genes and do some "fine tuning to his sons body so the young man could become a "band aid" of sorts. His father did and then abandoned Elliot on the polluted earth while he sought safety in the arcs. Elliot was utterly shattered by this and is now trying to find the other Saviors- the loneliness of just wandering by himself nearly driving him insane.
Weapon: Elliot has a pair of side arms he keeps hidden- somewhere.
Other: Up for love if you're willing to work on him a bit, he doesn't trust people anymore. Elliot also has an insatiable sweet tooth- he loves sweets
"D*** the torpedoes! Four bells! Full speed ahead!"~ Admiral David Farragut
Shae barks happily, and I too hear the trump of boots through the forest. I smile beneath my mask. The Savior steps out of the vegetation and strides across the clearing.
"Hi!" The voice is female, "I've got three rabbits. You and pooch can have one if you like. Name's Mathilda Blue, but you can just call be Blue."
She grows silent and I smile again, turning my head to where I think she is.
"I'm Burns," I say, "You been walking long?"
"You have no idea," Blue says, "They dropped me three days' hike from here. Without a mutation reverser, dealing with the local wildlife was hell."
I laugh and pick up my pack from the ground, "I bet. The coyotes are especially vicious around here. You're in luck, though. I'm a reverser."
"No shit? Great!" I can hear the smile in her voice, "I'm an air purifier, so you can take the mask off. As long as you're near be, you won't need it."
That's news to me. I take the mask off, and get my first breath of clear air in I don't know how long, "That's refreshing," I say, grinning. We're about to head into the bunker when I hear more trampling of vegetation, and another Savior walks out of the forest. No, two.
"Hey," Blue calls across the clearing, "Let's get this bunker open and see what they've left us for supplies. Then we can cook these up." I hear her swinging the rabbits.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
They've finally gone. If I do my job right, I will never have to see another scientist or human in my life. A group of freaks like me arrives at the very last building the scientists abandoned. "Saviors", they call 'em, ha! They won't last a month, let alone long enough to clean up this mess of a planet. Their supplies can't last forever, either. But just in case they manage to figure out what's good to eat in the wild, or - heaven forbid - get a farm to work, I am going to take them out personally. I will get my revenge. I will finally destroy everything those people worked for, everything they had their hopes in.
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~*~
"You could look at the raindrops on your window, or you could look through the window and see the rainbow."
After a moment of watching the others enter the bunker, Sadon deemed it safe enough and quickly strode for it, while I tried to keep up without getting distracted. It was a lot easier said than done, considering everything seemed to draw my attention all the time.
He banged on the door to warn the others that we were coming in and then pulled it open, his large frame filling the narrow entrance
DragonGirl11: Please don't rush completely ahead of everyone else. It's not night yet, and the Saviors have only just entered the bunker. Please edit accordingly.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
He's also got tattoo's he won't explain how he acquired to anyone, even Ayleth 
