The Experiment Chronicles(Closed/Started)

I'd like to join if that is okay!

Name:Micah

Age: He is at least 23 years old but could be as old as 28

Gender: Male

Power: He has control over the element of air like storm from X-men. He can control the air, use it to allow him to fly, hurls ball of it, and he can also summon storms, control lighting and such. He is even able to turn himself into the wind for short periods of time. He has super agility which makes his reflexives very fast, and allows him to dodge, jump, and move quickly. He also has telepathy, and this is the ability he hates the most. He is constantly able to hear the thoughts of those around him, and it is hard for him to control or turn it off. and sometimes he will even reach into their minds to talk, or show them an image without meaning to.

History: Micah has no knowledge of his last name, and very little knowledge of his family though he often dreams about them. He often wakes up calling names that he believes belongs to them, though they often disappear from his memory as soon as he wakes up.

He was trained in infiltration, sabotage, information gathering, and assassination. He was given hundreds of tests, and was slowly tailored to be the perfect assassin or spy. He can pluck information from peoples heads, know what they are going to do before they do it, which allows him to fight and counter people like no other.

He was trained with a sword and a pistol, and the scientist even released him a few times to eliminate people they "feared" would hurt their project. He was also conditioned, tortured, and beaten constantly so he would never give anything away if captured. His body is riddled with scars, and he is not right in the head because of the abuse he has suffered.

Portions: His eyes are the golden color of an eagle and he has feathers that are growing in his hair. At times, when he is agitated, irritated, or feeling extreme emotions his skin will ripple and it will look like he is covered in feathers.

Personality: He is calm and calculating, and rarely lets his emotions get the better of him. He hates big groups of people, because he has trouble blocking out all the thoughts echoing around him. He is protective of kids, especially the ones who have escaped. He doesn't "care" to much for humans, nor does he "hate" the scientist and what they did to him. He is rather indifferent to it all.

Description: He is tall and strong, with golden eyes and feathers in his hair. He has numerous tattoos as well.

Spoiler

Other things: He carries a sword that is strapped to his back, and a pistol.

Name: Experiment 528.5 #1(calls himself Baxter)
Age: 17(ish)
Gender:Male/Asexual(its complicated)
Power: can split himself into multiples of himself(assexuality). Also has ability to fly and extremely fast healing. Eyesight is enhanced to eagle-like vision.
History: Was bred(obviously) from a small portion of bacterial RNA, about 1% and has an 10% blue jay and 10% starfish DNA. When he was born, his budding capabilities were immediately tested and he formed an exact duplicate which the whitecoats used to test circumstantial changes. They took several copies of him, but he is completely unaware of this fact. He also took subject with his limbs being cut off, including his wings, and also subjected to being dropped off of heights to test flying capabilities and survival instincts. Also once underwent an open chest surgery, where they opened his chest to look at how his organs worked, looked, and differed from other creatures. Also subjected him to various viruses and bacterias, where they discovered an immunity to illnesses, poisons, and an increase budding speed when he was subjected to multiple viruses. A kindly whitecoat, which may have been Max's "father" Jeb. He has been outside of his "School" for 1 year today.
Portions: Budding type bacterias, Starfish, Blue Jay
Description: Large 15 foot wingspan. Wings the color of a Blue Jays. Skin has a pink-ish hue. He has green eyes and toned build. He also is black haired, with hair that always stays sleeked back. He has stuble forming under his chin and a stubbly mustache. 5'11" and very kind hearted. Doesn't hold a grudge and met Max and her gang once. Very easily makes friends. Not much makes him stand out above anyone else.
Other things: Hopes to contribute a major part in saving the world(good luck with that)

Will post rest shortly.

Baxter:
I woke up from what felt like my years anniversery of my escape. I decided that this would be my birthday from now on and noted the date which was lit up in the corner of the laptop I had been given by a nice librarian at the New York Times library. I had just talked to Max and her gang 3 days ago and they said they were headed south I believe, so I decided today was the day for me to begin the journey westward. When I got outside, I saw a large group of other people outside, who looked like what most call mutants. The seemed to be looking at me like they had been for a while and that they wanted me to go with them. Could these be some new experiments from the whitecoats? Or could they be allies that escaped them? I didn't know and had to react quickly. Flee or stay were the options I was left with.

Experiment 115

Every inch of me yelled one thing, kill them all, I was ready to blow, ready to kill. I shock with I don't know what, nervousness, excitment, I had no clue. My fingers curled, I wanted something to kill, something to stabalize me. But what could stabalize the devil exactly? I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned to look to see Zy, the innocent, but worried look on her face seemed to calm me down. She was young, beautiful, and her touch made me stop all together.

"You alright? You were shaking like it was the middle of winter." She said.

"I'll, be fine, let's just get moving, I need something to kill." I said.

Lucian comes along looking at me, seemingly nervous like I would attack him at any moment. Lucian was like me, except, he looked like a fallen angel from heaven, his dark wings and everything. Instead of being the devil from hell.

"Yea, maybe you should fly around, kill some birds to calm your nerves." He said.

"I'll be fine, I'll think about it." I said with a growl in my voice.

I took his hand softly holding it. I smiled at him he was a killer but even though a killer he had a heart that was in the right place most of the time. He was so hot headed....he reminded me of someone i couldn't put my finger on. I walked with him holding his hand trying to mollify him and i rubbed my thumb against the front of his hand. I looked of at Lucian. I wonder how they were...

Seana
I looked up at the sky and noticed a few ravens flying around the sky. I smiled and felt the temptation to stretch out my wings and fly around. I looked over at Zy, Lucian and Baxter I wondered if I was the only tempted to fly around but with my luck I was. "So where are we going from here?" I asked aloud.

I noticed that these people, experiments, weren't attacking. I assumed this meant we were friends, not foes, and heard someone ask where to go from here, so I said aloud, "I don't know, I hoped to go Westwards in some hope of answers to the School we obviously each came from. We all came from different ones, but I think it might be a gracious thing to try and free the other experiments out there. What do you say we take the fast trip and fly out there? Or is there someone who can't fly?"

Lucian

115 is anxious, a look of murder in his eyes; and that fact scares the living crap out of me. Zy tries to get him to relax while I suggest that he take his anxiety out on a few birds. He assures us he's fine before Seana prompts the big question: where do we go from here? An unfamiliar voice answers her.

"I don't know, I hoped to go Westwards in some hope of answers to the School we obviously each came from. We all came from different ones, but I think it might be a gracious thing to try and free the other experiments out there. What do you say we take the fast trip and fly out there? Or is there someone who can't fly?"

I turn to find a black-haired, green-eyed guy, obviously one of us. If he's helping... I say nothing in response, not wanting to step up.

OOC: Hey can we get some more background about this world? Like are mutants a common sight? Would people freak out if they saw us so we should stay hidden, what is a School? Just some info would be great 

Micah

Kill, kill, kill… it was like a litany of destruction that kept going off in my head. I grimaced and gently rubbed my temples, trying to drive out the annoying thoughts as I eyed 115. The guy was dangerous, unstable, psychotic, and basically a hazard to humanity. He was an animal, and one that should have been put down years ago, if such a thing was even possible. What kind of an idiot creates a killing machine that can’t be deactivated?

KILL, KILL, DEATH! the thoughts grew, becoming more like urges, and I resisted the desire to vomit as I moved a bit away from him. Some people just couldn’t keep thoughts to themselves, and I just couldn’t keep some thoughts out of my head. It was like a pounding rage, a pure desire for destruction, and it was infectious in the worse way. It’s hard sometimes to determine what your thoughts are, and what are simply the desires and feelings of someone else. I have had it happen more than once, where I confuse what I am thinking with what they are thinking, rarely is the outcome good.

It’s okay, relax… the voice was like a soothing stream, a balm to a burn, relaxing and peace all rolled together. I physically felt the tension in my shoulders ease as the wrathful thoughts subsided a bit, more like a dull roar then an immediate desire. I looked up to see Zy gripping 115’s hand, talking to him quietly, reassuringly, trying to get him to calm down. If there was a God, I prayed he would bless that girl, 115 needed something to keep him in check, even if only for a moment.

Stay, flee, self preservation, are these enemies or friends? They’re not attacking, they must be friends. I glanced over at Baxter, one of the newer parts of our group. He was unsure still, his thoughts were rapid, random, and I could tell he felt uncomfortable.

"I don't know, I hoped to go Westwards in some hope of answers to the School we obviously each came from. We all came from different ones, but I think it might be a gracious thing to try and free the other experiments out there. What do you say we take the fast trip and fly out there? Or is there someone who can't fly?"

“I think most of us can fly,” I said softly, “But is it really worth it to go to the Schools? You know they will be more alert, with all of our escapes there is no way they will take the chance of something like that happening again. Security will be heightened, they may even have mutants helping them guard, we could fight our own kind.” I shrugged softly in Baxter’s direction, “I for one wouldn’t balk at killing a mutant, but some of the others might. Besides, would it be worth setting a few more of our kind free? They will be hunted like us, chased, hated, exiled, beings without a home or a place in this world.”

No one responded right away. Some looked at the ground, uncomfortable; others like 115 seemed more interested in the idea of getting to split some heads then rescuing anyone. “It could be a blood bath if we go in, we could die, they could die, but I will follow the group on this,” I softly whispered.

Info for the group: Aldiv, i think this will clarify some things, and if you have future questions please post them in the discussion thread under specific storybook discussions. The world is slightly more aware that there are odd people out there, but not entirely aware of the amount of mutants and mutants are not a common sight. Someone is sure to take photos and place them in newspapers if they see us using our powers, but we don't worry about it because average people don't have anything that would harm us, only the whitecoats because they have erasers, which are more or less mindless and obedient werewolve-like things that will attack with no holds barred and will not care if you try to kill them. They can easily tear us limb from limb and also have wings by this point. If you need clarification about erasers, look up info about them from Maximum Ride novels or searches on the internet. Now heres my characters POV in whats happening, but it won't be long yet because he doesn't have much to do in this yet. Sorry, my character POV's will get longer shortly.


Baxter POV:
Micah posed an interesting point about the "blood bath" but i knew how the security was in mine, as I had seen quite a bit through Jebs short walks where he showed me the lab. My idea was simple, go back to my lab and free/recruit as many mutants as I could to the cause of freeing all the experiments. I said, "True Micah, it could wind up being bad, but its not a reason for not trying. I know my way well around the school I used to be in from a nice man named Jeb who helped me escape a while ago. When the other whitecoats weren't looking or watching, he'd sneak me around and show me the laboratory for the escape he had planned to eventually execute for me. I escaped and retained all the knowledge from the lab, so I think little will surprise me. The one thing you have to watch out for is Erasers there, as they have seemed to get stronger and I don't know what the Whitecoats might have done to improve them yet. We should at least try, but in the case we don't make it, 2 people should stay behind here that can't fly to alert the public if we don't make it back within 1 month. And I did say one month, as that is how long it might take to secure the other experiments and ensure they are safe from the Erasers and Whitecoats. Is anyone with me?"

I stood there with 115 as Micah and Baxter talked back and forth. I just stayed quiet and looked up at 115 seeing his reaction. I wasn't sure if i wanted to go or not and it seemed that he was still thinking of his opinion. I wanted to help people but did i really want to kill? Not really. I just stayed quiet and waited for 115 i know if he went id have to go just in case he got a little to crazy.

115

Erasers, I hated them, but they were no match for me tho, I was meant to be the perfect Eraser, except I didn't have there expiration date, how those petty whitecoats even thought of making me, there brilliance shall be there damnation.

"Ha those petty whitecoats, there erasers stand little chance against. I've crushed at least a dozen of them, learned there fighting capabilities. To murder me, is to kill the devil. Impossible. I am the Ultimate Killing Machine." I boasted.

"Stop." Zy said.

I turned back to look at her, she still seemed worried about me, but I wondered why she cared so much about me.

"Your not a machine, your human like the rest of us, not a machine." She said.

She was so worried for me, even correcting the fact that I was still human, not a machine. I studied her, the female body never interested me, what interested me was what made her tick. Why she cared so much about me exactly? I turned back to this Baxter guy I released my claws making him note the fact on how incredibly sharp they were.

"So tell me, why do you care exactly, and it better be a damn good reason why you care." I said.

Exi lifted her head slowly, and turned it to one side. They were going to go back? To that...to that hell? She narrowed her eyes and decided it was about time she spoke up. "You know, a little healthy serving of rebellion would do them good." She shrugged and the stolen bracelets on her wrists jangled. Her black hair was unruly and short, disobedient to mach her personality. "But I think a more rational plan is in order,
Perhaps something that puts all our skills into play. Not just Baxter's knowledge of the place. Oh, by the way. I'm Exi," She didn't bother to offer a hand to shake, because she knew most of them probably wouldn't take it. Besides she didn't like being touched, no physical contact, it made her uncomfortable. "Not to doubt your leadership abilities or anything, I'm here to rely on them actually, just knowing the building isn't enough." Her voice was confident and strong but at the same time it humbled herself.

Baxters POV:

"I understand what you mean, and it is quite important that we do know how to face them, sorry that I forgot that important detail. This seems like we can find an easy solution. Why don't we all tell each other what are "powers" or "gifts" are. Ill start. I am assexual, meaning I can clone myself, amazing healing speed, meaning I heal extremely fast including growing back limbs ive lost, and can fly. Who's next?"

I sighed and stepped forward, if no one else was going to talk I might as well try and be friendly.

"My names Zytrianna, you can call me Zy or Zytria for short. I have wings of a bird, senses of a wolf, and pointed ears of a lynx. I use a wide arange of magic, I can fly, and I have Ecological Empathy" I said shyly.

After I was done talking I felt like everyone was staring at me, for talking first. i slide back by 115's side making sure he was calm and collect and that he wouldnt go crazy. I held his hand again softly hoping he didnt mind. I also cuddle up to his side a bit when their was a cold breaze travel amoung us.