Nethermorphs (STARTS. LSUs limited)
A harsh light awakens you. Your head is pounding as you slowly and painfully open your eyes. Your sight is assaulted by nothing but white for a brief moment. As your vision focuses, you see that the ceiling is pure white. It’s almost blinding, hurting your eyes.
You slowly sit yourself up, noting that your whole body is in pain, not just you’re head. It’s not unbearable, but rather a dull ache, though it’s nonetheless painful and annoying. You notice that the whole room is pure white, even the bed you were laying on. It appears that your clothes have changed as well, though you really can’t seem to remember what you were wearing last.
You try to remember what’s happened, how you’ve ended up here. However, all that comes up is a blur, a swirl of colours and pain. Even your clearer memories are slightly hazed.
The pain begins to subside as you pull yourself to your feet, looking around the room. There are no windows at all, and the only points of ‘interest’ are the light, the bed you were just laying on and a full body mirror on the wall to the right. A door is on the opposite side of the room to you. It seems bare, sterile, unsettling.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You can’t help but feel there’s something different about you, not how you feel, but how you look. You can’t seem to pinpoint it.
As you ponder this, you can hear a soft chuckle coming from all around you, just barely audible. You look around to see where the voice could be coming from, but see nothing, not even a speaker.
Just then, a voice speaks.
“Ah, you’re awake I see,” it says, clearly the voice of a middle aged man, even judging by his voice, you can tell that this man isn’t entirely sane, “Now, I presume you have plenty of questions, and I intend to answer them.
First of all, you can simply refer to me, as “The Doc”. I’m the one responsible for your new state of being.
Confused? Well, we made a few “changes” to your person. Let’s just say, you really cannot be considered human anymore. You are now, what we’ve dubbed, a “Nethermorph”.
As for where you are, well, you’re in a small, secluded island lab where we used perform some of our top experiments. Now it’s just where we keep our failures. Don’t get me wrong of course, you’re not failures. You’re here to test out your new ‘capabilities’.”
The voice chuckles softly.
“I’m sorry, you’re probably wondering who “we” are. Well, unfortunately, I’m not at liberty to give you that information. But let’s just say, it’s in our best interest that you make it out of here in one piece.”
The Doc pauses for a moment, letting all this sink in. You’re on an island and some voice tells you you’re no longer human? It just seems a bit much at the moment.
At that point, the Doc starts speaking again.
“Well, that’s about all you need to know. So, enjoy you’re new home for a couple of days or so, take in the sights, learn and master your new abilities. I’m sure the local ‘residence’ here will provide you with ample opportunities.
Now my little monsters, enjoy yourselves.”
As the Doc falls silent again, his words ring in your head. Local residence? Something tells you these aren’t going to be the friendly type…or the human type for that matter.
Then something strikes you. Monsters? Does he mean there’s more than one of you here?
Slightly curious and knowing very well you can’t just stay in here, you slowly approach the single door at the far wall. Your hand trembles slightly as you hesitatingly reach for the handle. You’re not sure whether it’s out of fear or something else.
Slowly, you turn it and open the door…
Ok, here’s the situation people. You’re a human-turned-shape-shifting biological weapon. That’s right, you have the ability to shape-shift, and I don’t mean simply changing your appearance to resemble someone else, I mean transforming your limbs or even your whole body into resembling things that look like they crawled out of hell. Got absolutely nuts with the transformations (and if you are nuts, this will be an advantage). However, let me point out you that at the beginning, you will have absolutely no experience in using your powers, so nobody is going to be changing to horrific, multi-eyed gods of death. The most you’d be able to pull at the beginning is about an arm or a leg or whatever. You’ll also have some regeneration properties, but this wont make you invincible (or tolerant to insane amounts of pain).
This RPG is taking place on a small, castle island that was formerly used as a laboratory (think the mansion from Resident Evil 1, only bigger). I’d like to point out that this place is HUGE! So I don’t want people getting from side of the island to another only a matter of minutes. There will be a few discarded weapons lying around, but your main form of defence will be your powers. So if you happen to find a shotgun laying around, I don’t want you using it for the whole RPG, unless you’re going to use it as a club or are very good at conserving ammo.
Finally, you’re not alone here. The island and castle/lab is crawling with former experiments, in other words, horrifying mutated crimes against god. I’ll leave what they look like, how they fight, etc. up to you as you encounter them, but please be creative.
Ok, now I want people who are dedicated to working on this, so, I’m exercising my right to deny people entry if I feel they will not do a good job.
Now that all the explaining is out of the way, onto the sign ups.
Name: duh
Age: 17+, unless you want to arrange something. PM me if you do.
Gender:
Former Appearance: what you looked like when you were human.
New Appearance: The changes don’t have to be significant, they, can be as subtle as you like.
Personality:
Powers: apart from the transformation, what other abilities do you have? Eg; advanced regeneration, some psychic capabilities, etc.
History: take note that the more recent the memory, the more blurred it is, so please do not include how you got here, that will be revealed later. Just give your basic history.
Relationships: I’m not entirely sure whether I should include this one, but here you go.
Other: please refrain from feeding-I mean mutilating the other.
Ok guys, I'm limiting the LSUs, mainly for the fact that I'm only wanting a few mores girls in this RPG, just to balance out the whole gender thing.
Name: Jackson Pryce
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Former Appearance: He stands at 6 foot with a lean build. He has dirty blonde hair which reaches just past his shoulders and frame his thin, yet handsome face. He has a pair of deep brown eyes behind a pair of round-rimmed glasses.
For clothing, Jackson wore a dark blue shirt, brown pants and black shoes. Over this he normally wears a white coat and is usually wears a pair of white gloves when he’s working.
Appearance: He still has the same height and build, however, his more chiseled, much to his surprise. His hair is longer and is a now pale blonde, his skin complexion is also significantly paler, almost white. His eyes seem to take a more reddish shade of brown as well, although he still wears the glasses.
Much to Jackson’s surprise, he’s wearing a black leather body suit, with a good number of belts and buckles on it. This includes a pair of black, knee high boots. It reaches up to his neck, like a turtleneck, yet his hands remain bare. He still has the white coat, covering most of the body suit.
Personality: He’s a quiet, somewhat shy, yet friendly person. Quite intelligent and analytical, he has quite a knowledge for electronics and especially biology. While he’s normally polite and is careful about what he says, in times of great stress, let the curse words fly. He’s someone you could easily get along with, due to his good nature.
Powers: He has a greater ability of regeneration than others, being able to regenerate limbs and such (however, this still wont stop them from hurting like hell).
History: His childhood hasn’t truly been anything out of the ordinary. His father, an architect, was killed when inspecting a construction site, so Jackson was raised by his mother. He developed a keen interest in science, especially biology and studied it when he wasn’t helping his mother with household tasks. While he wasn’t the best at sports, he was skilled in most other subjects, his best obviously being science.
When he left school, he studied biology in university. Having very little of a social life, he excelled in his studies. While he was glad to meet new people, he never made much of an effort to make new friends.
His last clear memory was getting a job as a research scientist at Mendel Laboratories.
Relationships: None at the moment.
Other:
Jackson PryceHis hand rested on the door handle, as his mind went over what he had just heard. A nethermorph? A monster? Was that what he was now? He certainly looked human, although there was something that felt out of place.
------------------------------------------
He didn’t feel human.
Cautiously, he opened the door. He had no idea what was beyond it, and a part of him just told him to back away from the door. However, the rest of him told him to go on. There was nothing in this room for him except a bed, that was it.
He pushed open the door, and was met with a freezing gust of wind. He pushed himself outside before the wind slam the door shut. He was surprised to see that what he just stepped out of looked like nothing but an old shed from the outside, completely hiding the sterile room inside.
It was dark, evening or possibly very early morning. The cold wind made Jackson shiver, Leather is not the best thing to wear in a cold environment.
He was thankful however to find a white coat caught on one of the tree's jagged limbs. It was torn up slighty, but otherwise in good condition. He was not going to question how the coat had gotten there, or what happened to its previous owner. Carefully pulling it down from the tree, he quickly put it on and did it up. He sighed happily as he felt himself warm up slightly.
The place was overgrown with plant life, the trees, twisted and crooked, casting sinister shadows in the moonlight, moss creeping up the side of the shed and weeds breaking through the gaps in the stone path.
He slowly walked down the path, wrapping his arms around himself to keep himself warm. His feet crunched on the dead weeds as he stepped down the old, broken steps into what appeared to be a cemetery of some kind.
Jackson had figured that this was where they buried scientists and workers here that had died as a result of an accident or other causes.
As small lump formed in his throat.
I maybe they buried something else.
He looked up through the twisted corridors of trees, seeing the towering estate in the distance. He estimated it shouldn’t take longer than ten minutes of walking to reach it, maybe fifteen.
He looked around the cemetery. There was only one memorial that stood out, a statue at the far end of the cemetery. The rest were simple tombstones to indicate who was laying there. Only a few were still standing. Some had been knocked over while others had been crushed into rubble.
Jackson gulped as he slowly turned and started towards the estate. He did not want to wait around here in case HIS grave would be here too.
As he took a few steps, he stopped when one of the tombstones behind him fell over. His heart froze in fear as the thump echoed throughout the cemetery. Part of him wanted to keep going, to not look back. The other part of his mind wanted to see what was behind him.
Slowly, trembling, he turned. He gasped in horror at what he saw.
At first he though it resembled a dog, a Doberman, or, to be more precises, what USED to be a Doberman. Most of its hair had fallen off, revealing brown and green flesh underneath. There was a massive growth on the right side of its body, with a large, sickening yellow eye, staring right at him. Its legs were malformed, its right legs bent and shrunken, possible due to the weight of the growth. It had no tail, though judging by the nub where it used to be, Jackson quickly assumed it fell off.
One eye was missing from its head, only leaving a gaping hole in its skull. The other was the same sickening yellow as the one on its torso. Its jaw was malformed, jutting forward and seemingly had no flesh on it at all, only skin.
Jackson’s face paled even more as the two stared at eachother. Then, Jackson did what any other person in his situation would do.
He screamed, and took of running.
The dog took this as a chance for some easy prey and gave chase. It figured that anything that ran instead of putting up a fight would mean an easy meal. Thankfully for Jackson, its speed was hindered by its malformed legs, but slowly it was catching up to the poor blonde. Jackson did not let up in his mad dash towards the estate, towards, what he figured, safety.
He cried out and fell to the floor as he felt something bite down on his leg. The dog growled as he pulled on his leg. For something will a jaw of only skin and bone, it was pretty strong.
“Let go of me!” Jackson shrieked as he lash out with his other foot, kicking the dog in its massive, bulging eye.
The dog yelped out in pain, releasing his now bleeding leg. Jackson pulled his leg away before kicking the dog a second time, this time catching it in the head. He scrambled away as the dog, clearly deciding that this meal was not worth the trouble, ran off into the woods.
Jackson panted deeply as he sat there holding his bleeding leg. However, he was surprised to find that it wasn’t in any pain at all. Inspecting it further, he realized that the bites marks had completely healed. There was still some dry blood from where it bled, but the wounds themselves were completely gone, like he hadn’t just been bitten by a mutant hound.
Jackson stared in amazement. What had they done to him?
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