test subjects
Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:11 am
I kind of based this on the past rpg "The Lab", and one of my favorite books "dr. franklins island"
Characters That I have complete control of (this is only because I have some big ideas for these folks)
Moreaux: Rruns the compound
Marine Lavoe: 2 in comand on the island
Semirah Moreaux: Was adopted by her uncle after her parents died, she grows very close to Andrew
Feel free to make up your own characters or play as those listed below
Wolf Mulder:government agent asigned to the island
Tobias:A Human/Hawk grown from scratch, aged 5. Intelligence personified
Lycan:Wolf/Human,grown from scratch, aged 10, has i.q of 95
My character
Name: Andrew Bjorlin
Age: 15
Race: Human (for now), but his body is being injected with a compound/virus that's readying his body, as he has been for the last 5 years by his doctor and has been abducted and taken to the island, his death faked.
somewhat violent, he angers slowly, but when angered he goes into a beserker state of mind, determined to have been caused by a dormant gene that opened up inexplicably that results in raging hormones when he gets angry. He is of norse decent, and because of his berserker like habit, he is known as Berserker to friends and family, and is also known by that name at the island.
Backstory (so you have an idea on how to play):
15 years ago, Dr. Alphonsoe Moreaux was approached by a government agency to try and create an army of super soldiers with unlimited funding. He accepted and set up on his privatly owned island somewhere in the mid Atlantic. He quickly assembled a staff of some of the greatest minds known to the government. Originaly, they used crimminals, but when one escaped in the 90's and maid his way back to L.A and violently skinned his victims alive, the government alowwed the program to abduct citizens for the test subjects. Anyways, 2008 rools around, and Andrew is finaly brought to the island. To set the tone, i'll open my role in Andrew's cell, which he has just been returned to after an injection of the D.N.A of his favorite animal, the wolf (Dire wolf to be speccific)
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Andrew sat huddled in the cornner of his cell, moaning a kind of half sob. Hearing the signal to stand away from the door, he stood up and faced the door. He watched the orderly place his tray down with contempt. Walking over to the food when the deliverer had left, Andrew picked it up and went to his bed to eat it. It was some kind of soup, a carton of milk and a choclate chip cookie. Last night had been a club samwhich with ham and cheese, a carton of milk and a very thin slice of choclate cake. When he had finnished, Andrew did as he did every meal and allowed his anger to take over for a moment and he chucked the tray at the door, shatering it. He then went back to his bed to try and get to sleep.
In ten minutes, he was zonked. An orderly came in to clean up the tray, but left imediatly after as Andrew began to twitch in his sleep. He was dreaming.
The dream: Freedom! Freedom to run, to hunt. A noise in the bushes, a sound up above. Andrew heard it all. The birds were safe up in their trees, Andrew wouldn't disturb them up there. Whatever was in, however, was probably good prey to eat. Pouncing into the bushes, he spotted a rabit running away, and he immediatly gave chase. Catching it, he ripped into its soft flesh with his teeth and devouered it.
Back in reality, Andrew squirmed around in his bed as the dream played through his mind.
Andrew woke the next morning feelingg refreshed and energized, but in no way was he prepared for the surprise that greeted him in the mirror. Over night, his ears had grown pointed and now had a fine covering of fur. Reeling back in shock, he felt his rage grow and he was suddenly seized by the stomach convulsions that siggnled his anger was reaching a boiling point. Everything went dark as he lost control, and Andrew blacked out.
Slamming repeatedly against the door of the box, Berserker broke free of his cell and ran out, smashing anything near him to bits. He ran up to the good dr's office with the intentention of letting the good doctor choke on his own blood. Slamming the door to Moreaux's office in, hestormed in and pushed a man of around 20 out of his way. Slamming his fists on the desk, he roared in Moreaux's face.
Characters That I have complete control of (this is only because I have some big ideas for these folks)
Moreaux: Rruns the compound
Marine Lavoe: 2 in comand on the island
Semirah Moreaux: Was adopted by her uncle after her parents died, she grows very close to Andrew
Feel free to make up your own characters or play as those listed below
Wolf Mulder:government agent asigned to the island
Tobias:A Human/Hawk grown from scratch, aged 5. Intelligence personified
Lycan:Wolf/Human,grown from scratch, aged 10, has i.q of 95
My character
Name: Andrew Bjorlin
Age: 15
Race: Human (for now), but his body is being injected with a compound/virus that's readying his body, as he has been for the last 5 years by his doctor and has been abducted and taken to the island, his death faked.
somewhat violent, he angers slowly, but when angered he goes into a beserker state of mind, determined to have been caused by a dormant gene that opened up inexplicably that results in raging hormones when he gets angry. He is of norse decent, and because of his berserker like habit, he is known as Berserker to friends and family, and is also known by that name at the island.
Backstory (so you have an idea on how to play):
15 years ago, Dr. Alphonsoe Moreaux was approached by a government agency to try and create an army of super soldiers with unlimited funding. He accepted and set up on his privatly owned island somewhere in the mid Atlantic. He quickly assembled a staff of some of the greatest minds known to the government. Originaly, they used crimminals, but when one escaped in the 90's and maid his way back to L.A and violently skinned his victims alive, the government alowwed the program to abduct citizens for the test subjects. Anyways, 2008 rools around, and Andrew is finaly brought to the island. To set the tone, i'll open my role in Andrew's cell, which he has just been returned to after an injection of the D.N.A of his favorite animal, the wolf (Dire wolf to be speccific)
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Andrew sat huddled in the cornner of his cell, moaning a kind of half sob. Hearing the signal to stand away from the door, he stood up and faced the door. He watched the orderly place his tray down with contempt. Walking over to the food when the deliverer had left, Andrew picked it up and went to his bed to eat it. It was some kind of soup, a carton of milk and a choclate chip cookie. Last night had been a club samwhich with ham and cheese, a carton of milk and a very thin slice of choclate cake. When he had finnished, Andrew did as he did every meal and allowed his anger to take over for a moment and he chucked the tray at the door, shatering it. He then went back to his bed to try and get to sleep.
In ten minutes, he was zonked. An orderly came in to clean up the tray, but left imediatly after as Andrew began to twitch in his sleep. He was dreaming.
The dream: Freedom! Freedom to run, to hunt. A noise in the bushes, a sound up above. Andrew heard it all. The birds were safe up in their trees, Andrew wouldn't disturb them up there. Whatever was in, however, was probably good prey to eat. Pouncing into the bushes, he spotted a rabit running away, and he immediatly gave chase. Catching it, he ripped into its soft flesh with his teeth and devouered it.
Back in reality, Andrew squirmed around in his bed as the dream played through his mind.
Andrew woke the next morning feelingg refreshed and energized, but in no way was he prepared for the surprise that greeted him in the mirror. Over night, his ears had grown pointed and now had a fine covering of fur. Reeling back in shock, he felt his rage grow and he was suddenly seized by the stomach convulsions that siggnled his anger was reaching a boiling point. Everything went dark as he lost control, and Andrew blacked out.
Slamming repeatedly against the door of the box, Berserker broke free of his cell and ran out, smashing anything near him to bits. He ran up to the good dr's office with the intentention of letting the good doctor choke on his own blood. Slamming the door to Moreaux's office in, hestormed in and pushed a man of around 20 out of his way. Slamming his fists on the desk, he roared in Moreaux's face.