(Add on) Generation XV

[Kookaburra]

Sort of like Home under Fire, I guess, only this is a new one. Have as many characters as you like, as long as you keep track of them all.

Rules:

• No gore
• No cussing
• No innapropriate romance
• As many chars as you like -- as long as you can keep track of them all
• No killing another's character without their permission
• You must have fun
• Characters must be good or bad, or innocents
• You must include everyone's characters at some point
• As many sub-plots as needed, but they must all spin into the central theme.
• You must follow all the rules

Basically, the MEC (Mutant Erandication Council) has come up with the stereotyped answer to the 'Mutant Problem' -- to get rid of them all. Armies are mobilised, towns emptied and mutants executed all over the globe. Jails are packed with Mutant-associated prisoners, an the world is in Chaos as governments try to follow the UN's resolution and 'get rid' of what was now often called Generation XV.

This was the world Ilse Vannon was born into, on June 16th, 2020. And now, in 2039, she is running from those who would kill her in her own land. All because of genetics.

NAME: Ilse Vannon

CODE NAME: Page

AGE: 19

APPEARANCE: rather nondescript -- dark hair streaked with copper, and green-flecked gold eyes ring'd with blue.

PERSONALITY: TBR

ABILITIES: Super-speed, molecular manipulation, Touch of Death and Type shift.

HISTORY: Born to a wealthy family, she was forced to run for it when she was discovered to have mutant powers. Her entire family was jailed except her brother, a year older than her, who is missing and presumed dead.

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NAME: Chris Vannon

CODE NAME: Shadow

AGE: 20

APPEARANCE: Hardly ever seen, he appears like a vague shadow usually. When he is not using his powers, he looks like his sister -- dark brown hair and green-gold eyes.

PERSONALITY: brainwashed

ABILITIES: Super-speed, norm-shift, guise, molecular manipulation.

HISTORY: Same as Ilse's, only he was caught and brainwashed by the MEC and is used to discover other mutants. His future is bleak -- to be killed by the MEC after he has out-lived his usefulness.

ABILITIES:

Super-speed:- Running or moving extremely fast.

Molecular manipulation:- A form of telekinesis that can rearrange the molecules in objects to the wielder's desire.

Touch of Death:- Ability to cause the electricity in a subject's body to short ciruit. The nervous system, including brain tissue, essentially is destroyed. The subject must be touched for this power to be wielded.

Type-shift: Ability to change into any morph of a certain type, such as any birds, or lizards, or horses, or dinosaurs, etc. This is an uncommon power but far more common than the polymorph. The range of shapes available vary widely among people with this power, with some people restricted to a certain Genus while others may select any from a certain Family, Superfamily, or Order. The range available always includes the wielder's "base morph".

Norm-shift:- The ability to become the full animal shape of whatever morph the wielder is. Someone who is part fox, for instance, can become what is to all senses a normal fox. This power is mildly dangerous to the wielder, in that instincts are much more prominent when in animal form. There is also the danger of the wielder losing their mind to the animal, although this danger can be reduced greatly with practice.

Guise: Ability to cloak oneself in shadow or darkness. To the casual eye, the wielder is not there. The practised eye will sense it as the eye is drawn inwards to where there appears nothing.

Whew! There's over 200 different types of abilities if you guys want to know them, pm me and I'll send you the site.

 

[Blessed-one]

i'll read a few posts before joining, just to see how this works.

 

[CJF]

Sweetness!


NAME: Aeva Mariana
CODE NAME: Katze-"Cat" in German
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
PHYS. APPEARANCE:

She always wears black. She has around fifteen pais of the same shoes, fifteen shirts of the same brand and style, fifteen pairs of the same pants, fifteen pairs of the same style and brand of jacket, and fifteen pairs of sunglasses. Eveything is black. (Her everyday appearence-Black boots, black flared jeans, black belt, black tank-top, black light weight jacket, black sunglasses.) When fighting, she wears a black suit, and her face automatically is painted to look like a cats. Her hair is put up in a wild style. She's not recognized, so she's safe.
PERSONALITY: She's not very approchable. Because of her kind being executed, she usually does not expose herself to those she does not know. Even though she stands out, she's not paid much attention to.
ABILITIES: She was given the code name Katze, because she's as sleek, quick, flexable and even has the personality of a cat. She's quicker than light. Her main ability: stealth. She can run through water, and not make a noise. She can even walk on wire with no problem.
HISTORY: Aeva had always dreamed of using her abilites to get a part in the musical, Cats. She even tried out for a part in a local theater that was putting on their version of Cats. She was outstanding, and was given the part, as Demeter. A sord of teen-age cat. She wasn't full grown, but she wasn't a kitten. She traveled around the state with them. Then, when she herd of the MEC executing mutants, she decided Broadway wasn't the life for her. She has helped the mutants ever since, but has never given up her desire, to be recognized as a cat.

 

[CJF]

I'll have another.

NAME: Jason Brodick
CODE NAME: Alonzo
AGE: 21
GEDNER: Male
PHYS. APPEARNECE:http://www.ninecompanions.net/castpics/urban.JPG
Jason usually wears a white t-shirt, black pants, and black boots, and black sunglasses.
PERSONALITY: Friendly to most, gives his sympathy to those who need it. Fun to be around.
ABILITES: Monecular manipulation, super speed at running, swimming, mechanics.
HISTORY: Jason was in Cats along with Aeva. He was the black and white cat named Alonzo. Thus, his code name. He and Aeva shared the secret of being mutants, and they both left when the MEC started killing mutants. They have worked together as partners ever since.

 

[Grimr]

(How's This kook?)

Name: Jake McCorland
Code Name: Banshee
Age: 29
Eye and Hair color: Ice Blue eyes, white hair
Personality: Cold, Bitter
Abilities: Death Touch, Regeneration, Eye beams, Lightning bolt, and Sonic Scream
History: Jake was born a mutant in a world that hates him he was discovered when he accidentally touched a friend and the boy died he ran away knowing he could never go near normal humans again he wears a black cloak so no one can see what he is he steals for a living.

 

[Kookaburra]

Okay guys, let's not have more than 5 powers for each character, please? And Grimr, would you mind changing those powers to something else? I posted the list of powers on the OF site. We need more variety, methinks. I chose these so that they'd be different. Molecular manipulation is common so that's ok, and I guess superspeed is too, but . . . it's more believable if they all have different powers.

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The tiny sparrow chirped a bar of it's harmonious spring tune, trilling on the last note as it watched the soldiers out of a bright beady eye. Middle C, it reminded itself as its song faltered momentarily. The next note is middle C! Jauntily, the sparrow watched the soldiers out of sight, and then with a flutter of brown wings, a girl stood beneath the cherry tree, stroking one of its velvety blossoms. She sang softly, the words drifting away on the breeze, and she held the middle C with a vengeance until, finally, it trailed off in a soft sob.

Ilse Vannon stood still under the orchard row, her eyes glistening with tears and her hands trembling. She strained forward suddenly, and she whistled sharply. The speck on the horizon dropped sharply into the shape of a kestral, that landed on her outstretched arm, covered in a pliant white hide. It ruffled its feathers and they locked eyes for a moment. Just a moment, and then it was gone, but Ilse had gotten its message.

Her sister had been executed.

Angrily, she threw the fragrant blossom to the earth and stamped on it, her heel crushing the pale petals. She strode three steps forwards and a startling transformation overcame her. Her great golden eyes snapped open and her arms lengthened into the wingspan of a great eagle. Her face altered little, only it became hawk-like and fierce. When she opened her mouth, the sharp cry of an eagle tore itself from her throat.

She performed a dance of rage on the hillock, her wings stretched wide and her golden crest rising. The wind tore at her in gusts, and she took to the air like a duck to water, graceful as a swan but deadly as a striking rattler. At her call, a hundred lesser birds flocked towards her, and they fluttered and cawed and shrieked their fury at the death of one of their own.

Then Page left the ground, her incredible reflexes shooting her far into the blue sky, seen only as a faint blur if the farmers looked at all.

The prison was twenty miles away. It should have taken her half-an-hour to fly there, but it took her two. Within seconds, the place was choas. She plunged among the guards, scattering them like bowling pins. They fled from her, screaming before they found the air around them turned to metal cages as she stood above them. Frightened prisoners siezed their formor captors' weapons and turned them on themselves in fear to meet the eagle in her wrath. Her talons clasped the last soldier's broken body above the compound, before she let it drop, a still crumpled heap on the drive.

An eerie silence descended on the area. In their haste to escape, many guards had slain their captives and fled through the bushes only to meet the horde of allied birds and other animals.

Suddenly exhausted, Ilse metomorphosized back to her normal self, the crimson wrath leaving her senses clouded and dull. She brushed a heavy lock of brown hair from her eyes and almost collapsed against a gravestone . . . she turned and caught the name . . . Isaac and Tara Vannon. A grave over, Nara Vannon. She cried tears then, heavy drops that splashed scarlet on the rocks. *

Aeva found her there, scratches reaching up her arms and her head buried in her hands. (is that okay?). She reached out a quivering hand and touched her.

Ilse jumped away, startled. They stared at each other for a long while, and then Aeva took her arm and guided her away, saying, "We cannot wait long. They will come when no news arrives."

Ilse nodded dumbly and dashed the tears from her eyes, determined not to cry again. As she clenched her hands, she found she could not speak. Nor did she, ever in that year. She was dumb and silent. She followed Aeva, her feet rustling softly on the dry grass.

We . . . .

 

[TheDerek]

Name:Hank Mccoy
Code Nameeath
Powers:Touch of Death and Norm-Shift
Apearence: He wears jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket. He has long brown hair, and feirce blue eyes.
history:He was just a Normal kid, until his parents founded the MEC. His parents would not accept that he was a mutant, that he was diffrent. They had him killed. Or so they thougth. The number two in command dcided to keep him around, locked in a sell at the bottomn of the base.
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Will post later, need to go to school!

 

[CJF]

I have a question. Do the mutants protect people, or fight crime or what?

 

[TheDerek]

Hank would escape. It was just a matter of time. He was wating for the gaurds to bring him his food. He would use one of his three morf when they came. He just sat there, patientally. He heard them coming. He started to shift into something smaller. Soon there was something that looked like a weseal. It was a Ferret. He was waiting for the gaurds. The key entred the hole. Today would be his exape. He wated. Slowly the door opened. Slowly, ever so slowly. The door opened and Hank bit his bare leg. He fell down, dead. He ran to the next gaurd, bit him, killed him. He was glad they had shorts on. He wasnt so lucky, the last gaurd had pance on. Hank darted into he corner before he was seen. He slowly made his was out of the complex.

 

[CJF]

Aeva led Ilse back to the orchard, and slowly wove around the trees, until they reached a path that was almost invisable to those who did not know of it. They followed the path for a while, until they came to an abandoned hut, that had an underground basement large enough to fit two dozen elephants.

Jason peered through the window of the hut, and saw Aeva and Ilse comming. He opened the door, and motioned for them to hurry inside. Once indide, he closed the door and locked it securly. They made thri way down the long stair case that led to the rather large basement filled with things that could come in use. Rations, lots of them, weapons etc.

Aeva sat down in a chair, and took out her notebook.
Entery 134, 7-12-2039
With each day that goes by, I think more and more of my family. Aeva stopped and let her mind drift to her family. Her family was small and simple. Aeva was suposed to have a twin, but something happened durring birth, and her twin sister died. Aeva would have had a mutant companion if her sister had not died. Her mother and father never knew about Aeva's abilities. They most likely didn't know where she was now. Aeva, tall and slim, resembled her mother. The same hair, and eyes and figure. The only thing she had of her fathers appearence, was his smile. They had always smiled the same. Aeva had left her home, to become an actress on stage. And in that she succeeded. And there, she met Jason. Both were mutants, so they got along extremly well. They had both left at the same time, and had went to the same place. They've been working together ever since. Aeva glanced around the almost empty room, lined with bookshelves holding everything from food, to weapons, to pillows and cotton balls. There were tables and some chairs in the middle of the room, but other than the few people that were in it, the room was empty.

Aeva decided to write later. She put down her notebook, and walked over to Ilse.

 

[CJF]

BUMP! Hey Kookaburra, are you going to post on the RTTG add-on, or do you want me to?

 

[Kookaburra]

Ilse recoiled from all human contact. When Aeva approached her, she drew away, her eyes huge and fearful. "Come on," Aeva said softly, as if to a child. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Ilse nodded slowly and shut her eyes, clasping her knees to her chest and balling her fists. The unshed tears burned in her eyes but she was resolute. She would not cry.

Aeva didn't fully understand, although she was kind. How could she know that my entire family was executed? she demanded of herself, trying to see past the kindness. What are her motives? She doesn't even know where I come from. And with a touch of irony, she added mentally, She found me in the bloodwrath, a girl with wings instead of arms and hawk features.

Aeva gave up trying to draw her out. She sensed that Ilse was distancing herself from everyone, trying to insulate herself. She got to her feet and rested her hand on Ilse's arm. They looked steadily at each other until Jason entered.

He nodded towards Ilse. "Where'd you find her?"

Aeva noticed the hurt in the gold-eyed girl. "She decimated the prison guards alone. She was a wonderful and terrible sight at once."

"Aye," Jason agreed, "I found them after you left. I buried them and cleaned up the place a bit. They won't track us back here, I promise."

Aeva was relieved. "I didn't have time to wipe out the tracks . . . thanks."

Jason nodded and went into an adjoining room, and she turned to the small kitchenette, where some milk was bubbling gently in a saucepan. "Oops," she said to herself. "I think I burnt the hot chocolate." She noticed Ilse's eyes flicker questioningly, and she answered the unvoiced question. "Yep, we do have some luxuries, even here. Our contacts see to that."

Ilse uncurled and stretched her long arms out, yawning slightly. Aeva watched her shrewdly, then said "Come sit at the table, you are too freshly grieved to lie on the floor."

What does she know about grief? Ilse thought. Then, she got to her feet and moved to the table, pulling two chairs back in one graceful movement. She might be a bird-morph, but she moved like a cat. Her plaintive look was clear.

Aeva smiled and poured two cups of hot milk, adding chocolate powder until it was just right. She put the milk onto the back of the stove, in case Jason appeared. "Powdered milk and powdered chocolate," she mused to herself in the silence. "Still, it tastes all right."

Ilse recieved her mug with a grimace of gratefulness, her eyes showing that she longed to voice her thanks. She sipped it gingerly and smiled, the great gold-green eyes watching Aeva anxiously. She knew little about these people, but --

"Come, it's time we introduced you to the others of COMRIUSA," Aeva told her. "The Council of Mutant Resistance in the United States of America."

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sorry, got to cut it short . . . making cookies. bubye!

 

[Blessed-one]

question: what's a code name for?

Name: Selene Lynn
Code name: Eleni
Age: 26
Appearance: black jeans and a loose fitting dark green blouse with a green scarf around the neck. She has long brown black hair pulled up behind the head and eyes the colour of black.
Personality: does not speak much
Abilities: norm shift, guise (not confirmed as i'm not sure what other abilities are there)
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She watched from atop a tree as Hank ran out of the complex, stealth as a spy. Judging by the way he went, it wouldn't be long till some discovered him, but she couldn't give out her current location, and she was too far to reach him. Settling down she waited, maybe his luck would hold; if he managed a few more miles then she would be able to do something.

 

[CJF]

Kookaburra, do the mutants fight crime?

 

[TheDerek]

Hank was now in a full out run. He would escape this evil place. He would no longer be torchured for what he was. He was going to make it. He ran, faster, no longer darting from shadow to shadow, but having the ferrets body carry his mind. He would make it. He knew it.

Hank felt a surge pf pain enter his right leg. He looked up. He had been careless. He had made it out of the compound, but had passed a potrol jeep. The gaurds were lauging. Hank realized it was just fun for them. That they didnt know who he was. Hank limped to the ditch. The pain was getting worse. He had to shift back.... He just had to.

 

[Blessed-one]

Selene saw Hank's pace slowing, but he was obviously trying to do his best as he half limped and half ran to the ditch. If the guards in the Patrol Jeep didn't suspect him, he may still had a chance.

 

[TheDerek]

Hank made it to the dich. He needed to make it farther. If he shifted here, he could be spotted. Deeper he crawled. Slowly, painstakingly. He was gonna make it. just a little farther. Hank looked at the guards. "Thats not a weasel! Thats a Ferret!" A guard spat. with that gunfire broke loose. Hank got hit again. For all he was worth, he crawled into the storm drain. He hoped they wouldnt follow him.

 

[Grimr]

Jake walked through the ally ways heading for the Mutant Council hideout when he arived he saw that Aeva and a mutant he didn't know where near the entrance. Hey Banshee how are you? Aeva asked as he entered. Fine but who's the kid? Who are you calling kid Ilse said angrily. Watch it girl I could turn you into cinders with this hand .

 

[Blessed-one]

Changing into bird form, Selene swooped down to land several feet away from the guards and turned back into human form. Holding a machine gun in hand, she started firing away from the other direction, away from where Hank was heading. Shouts of scream and surprise echoed through the air, as most of the guards were drawn to the sound of gunfire.

 

[Kookaburra]

Uh . . . Ilse can't talk. Just so you know.