Decided to make one last RP. If this dies, well, this'll be my last RP for a long while for SPPf.
Anyways;
In a world slowly reverting back to the dark arts and dark ages... Where Law and Order are starting to be so easily forgotten. In a time that chaos is is being a fact of life than some little factor into life, Alchemy, has returned.
But it isn't little harmless attempts to turn lead into gold. No, it's far worse, but with the same greed behind the actions.
Top scientists of nearly every nation broke through the barrier between what they do, and the basics of Alchemy. Suddenly finding themselves with the knowledge to use Transmutation Circles and what objects to use in what circles, the scientists seemed maddend with power that they'd been shown by some force.
Making circles madly, most scientists did harmless things; turning a fork into a small knife. Turning a cloth cusion wooden chair and some of the floor into a crossbow and a few arrows. Other such things happened.
Save for what a few found out what Alchemy could do... when a snake and a mouse it was chasing came into the Transmutation Circle as it was activated.... what happened was beyond something worth describing, but the quickly dying Thing showed light into this scientists eyes. What could be created... what they could do.
... realisation to what they could become with this knowledge...
It took a few years but this scientist was able to contact others, in hiding, practicing their secret art least they get killed by overly superstisious gun wielding or sword wielding fools screaming ‘Witch!’ at them or trying to burn them at the stake.
Several more years passed before all of them were gathered in a place they dubbed safe enough for their work. An old hospital they could easily fortify, and their first works became their guards, as the things were too stupid to even think of disobeying their creators.
Inside the building, the place was restored, strengthened, armored, everything deemed possible or plausible by the now Alchemists, to keep them safe. While in the basement, carefully, slowly, cautiously, they extended it. Deepened it. Stretched the basement farther than it ever went before. And it was there, that they did their reaserch.
It was here, they created monsters...
... it was here the rest of Chimera kind, would be born.
Months passed, and the scientists got better at splicing, splitting, shoving, pushing, just down right manipulating creatures into their minds eye pictures. Creating each owns perfect Chimera. There were still many, many defect chimera's. Ones that didn't survive, or were just faulty, or went berserk from the pain and had to be killed. before they killed others.
Then one Scientists suggested using a base for their works, rather than using a complicated Transmutation circle for one creature, and having to rip and search about for what they wanted or needed for the creature to survive, then build it, they could just build one permanent transmutation circle, for the base they'd use, and a few simple ones to pluck out what they want and 'Transmute-port' it onto the base.
A few were sorta enraged by this, as the base circle would be creature specific, and none wanted what the others wanted- untill the one that had suggested the idea brought up a base creature they wouldn't mind using.
Not now anyways.
Humans.
Like theifs in the night they came; snatching babies, children, teenagers working fields. Never near where they were hidden, just far away enough for no one to be able to track them completely, and if they did, well, the scientists Dogs got rid of any followers...
And what followed was horrible... few survived as the scientists didn't even care, or the beings would still have a sense of self as to what they once were and just wither away and die.
Very few of the first survived, save for a male that seemed to love the change he'd been given. And he recived more and more transmutations, changing even more over time untill he looked like some true monstrsity.
Now the Scientists have done it all over, having learned from past mistakes, they've created better human/animal things, better Chimera's, better monsters for their little army.
Only... a few still remember...
A few still have that sense of self...
Or maybe some of them just know this is wrong, and want to escape, and aren't as mindless as the scientists think.
It doesn't matter whichever reason they want freedom. They just do. They know they should not be there, that they are not once what they were, or that they don't like it there and want something else. That is all that matters.
But getting out won't be easy...
But they know they must, before what happens to other Chimera's happens to them. Before their Training starts.
Sign up forms;
Old name:
New Name: Think something simplistic, one word, it's what the scientists named you after the successful transmutation.
Age you where when you were captured:
Gender:
Personality:
Animals used: Up to four, but the more used the less of you there is .. meaning it's not wise to think the max is the best.
Chimera type: Attack, Stealth, Tank, what? This factors into your build. Tanks would be slow, have defense heavy creatures and are probably as slow moving mentally as they are psyichally. So Choose wisely. And choose one only.
Description:
Other:
Collar: Color of the band, holds the 'birth' number and name. So basically name your collar's color and what number you are. It's gonna be somewhere in the thousands.
Note: Just because you can't speak human tounge/English, doesn't mean you can't speak to other chimera's. Dogs and cats seem able to understand one another, and birds, and etc. Just because we don't understand them, doesn't mean they don't. Meaning you can comunicate with other Chimera, unless something about you prevents it.
And my sign ups:
Old name: Unknown
New Name: Wrath
Age you where when you were captured: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Wrath is rutheless, cruel and cunning. He won't care what he does to survive, or get what he wants. He also loved the taste of human and chimera flesh. It's not about canablisim, it's about the fact his predatory instincts have been overly stimulated in each transmutation. He doesn't know remorse, or feel it, for anything he kills.
Animals used: Countless reptiles, and a few eagles
Chimera Type: Attack/Stealth
Description: Wrath looks like some sort of dragonic version of a velociraptor with feathered wings, a head and tail. His front limbs are nearly long enough to reach the ground without him shifting towards it at all, and are the only real human thing left on him, as he has five fingered (and clawed) hands. Wrath stands at around eight feet or more at the shoulder, and from tip to tail he's over twice that in body size. His eyes are a bright violet that stand out in his black and blue body and wing coloration, which allows him to disappear into the dark. So basically Wrath is a winged giant velociraptor like creature.
Other:
Wrath .. can use some Alchemy. So yeah, try to avoid him. He, unlike alot of human based Chimeras, can speak.
Collar: A bright blue collar, that fits snug with Wrath's neck (he could really remove it any time he wants, and has) it's battered, old and chewed, but still servicable. The number on the plate before his name is ‘492’.
Old name: Sarah Willson
New Name: Nami (like from Tsunami)
Age you where when you were captured: 15
Gender: Female
Personality: Nami is shy, thanks to the animals used in her 'creation', and she likes to avoid contact mostly, thanks to her training and the abuse she's recived when she didn't do something fast enough. Well enough on her own, Nami mostly becomes shy and inverted around others, and tends to attempt to be un-noticeable. The only Chimera she really trusts, mostly because he seems to understand her, is Wrath. Anyone else will just about get the silent treatment or be ignored.
Animals used: Three: Orca and Humpback, Sperm Whale
Chimera type: Swimmer/Sonar
Description: Nami 'stands' at ten feet, bordering on eleven now, and due to her wieght and something in the last transmutation of hers, she's forced to go on all fours, but that doesn't really deter her from anything. Her hands are five fingered, and her feet sport five toes, though the spaces between them are webbed. It looks like Nami has no neck, but she does, it's just hidden by thick skin and blubber; her head is elongated, and bulbed a bit where the sonar is, no longer looking human but a wierd mesh of two whale species and Orca, two pairs of white spots are over/behind her dark brown eyes.
Her back is arched slightly, mostly from the flesh that's been added too it, and a fin around four feet juts up just behind her shoulders, with two smaller ones behind it a little ways, about two feet for each of the smaller fins. Her tail/fluke is powerfull, and heavily on the Humpback side. Then this is where Nami gets a bit wierd, as so far you think she's a whale walking around on human limbs..
On her sides, just a bit above her hips and shoulders, are four flippers, one above each leg and arm, and sort of fold like wings against Nami's sides to be out of the way.
Nami's coloration is black with blue highlighting in places, grey in others, and white marks on her fins, flippers and the bottom of her fluke and tail, and the palms of her hands and bottoms of her feet. Her skin is also riddled with scars from special 'training' she recived.
Other: Nami can't speak in human tounge, but she can speak in whale, not that many understand it, even other Chimera's. She can sing also, but it's whale song. She doesn't remember being human, and so isn't distressed about this.
Collar: The collar's placement is around her tail, is bright lavender, supporting her name and the numbers ‘2,700’
Anyways;
In a world slowly reverting back to the dark arts and dark ages... Where Law and Order are starting to be so easily forgotten. In a time that chaos is is being a fact of life than some little factor into life, Alchemy, has returned.
But it isn't little harmless attempts to turn lead into gold. No, it's far worse, but with the same greed behind the actions.
Top scientists of nearly every nation broke through the barrier between what they do, and the basics of Alchemy. Suddenly finding themselves with the knowledge to use Transmutation Circles and what objects to use in what circles, the scientists seemed maddend with power that they'd been shown by some force.
Making circles madly, most scientists did harmless things; turning a fork into a small knife. Turning a cloth cusion wooden chair and some of the floor into a crossbow and a few arrows. Other such things happened.
Save for what a few found out what Alchemy could do... when a snake and a mouse it was chasing came into the Transmutation Circle as it was activated.... what happened was beyond something worth describing, but the quickly dying Thing showed light into this scientists eyes. What could be created... what they could do.
... realisation to what they could become with this knowledge...
It took a few years but this scientist was able to contact others, in hiding, practicing their secret art least they get killed by overly superstisious gun wielding or sword wielding fools screaming ‘Witch!’ at them or trying to burn them at the stake.
Several more years passed before all of them were gathered in a place they dubbed safe enough for their work. An old hospital they could easily fortify, and their first works became their guards, as the things were too stupid to even think of disobeying their creators.
Inside the building, the place was restored, strengthened, armored, everything deemed possible or plausible by the now Alchemists, to keep them safe. While in the basement, carefully, slowly, cautiously, they extended it. Deepened it. Stretched the basement farther than it ever went before. And it was there, that they did their reaserch.
It was here, they created monsters...
... it was here the rest of Chimera kind, would be born.
Months passed, and the scientists got better at splicing, splitting, shoving, pushing, just down right manipulating creatures into their minds eye pictures. Creating each owns perfect Chimera. There were still many, many defect chimera's. Ones that didn't survive, or were just faulty, or went berserk from the pain and had to be killed. before they killed others.
Then one Scientists suggested using a base for their works, rather than using a complicated Transmutation circle for one creature, and having to rip and search about for what they wanted or needed for the creature to survive, then build it, they could just build one permanent transmutation circle, for the base they'd use, and a few simple ones to pluck out what they want and 'Transmute-port' it onto the base.
A few were sorta enraged by this, as the base circle would be creature specific, and none wanted what the others wanted- untill the one that had suggested the idea brought up a base creature they wouldn't mind using.
Not now anyways.
Humans.
Like theifs in the night they came; snatching babies, children, teenagers working fields. Never near where they were hidden, just far away enough for no one to be able to track them completely, and if they did, well, the scientists Dogs got rid of any followers...
And what followed was horrible... few survived as the scientists didn't even care, or the beings would still have a sense of self as to what they once were and just wither away and die.
Very few of the first survived, save for a male that seemed to love the change he'd been given. And he recived more and more transmutations, changing even more over time untill he looked like some true monstrsity.
Now the Scientists have done it all over, having learned from past mistakes, they've created better human/animal things, better Chimera's, better monsters for their little army.
Only... a few still remember...
A few still have that sense of self...
Or maybe some of them just know this is wrong, and want to escape, and aren't as mindless as the scientists think.
It doesn't matter whichever reason they want freedom. They just do. They know they should not be there, that they are not once what they were, or that they don't like it there and want something else. That is all that matters.
But getting out won't be easy...
But they know they must, before what happens to other Chimera's happens to them. Before their Training starts.
Sign up forms;
Old name:
New Name: Think something simplistic, one word, it's what the scientists named you after the successful transmutation.
Age you where when you were captured:
Gender:
Personality:
Animals used: Up to four, but the more used the less of you there is .. meaning it's not wise to think the max is the best.
Chimera type: Attack, Stealth, Tank, what? This factors into your build. Tanks would be slow, have defense heavy creatures and are probably as slow moving mentally as they are psyichally. So Choose wisely. And choose one only.
Description:
Other:
Collar: Color of the band, holds the 'birth' number and name. So basically name your collar's color and what number you are. It's gonna be somewhere in the thousands.
Note: Just because you can't speak human tounge/English, doesn't mean you can't speak to other chimera's. Dogs and cats seem able to understand one another, and birds, and etc. Just because we don't understand them, doesn't mean they don't. Meaning you can comunicate with other Chimera, unless something about you prevents it.
And my sign ups:
Old name: Unknown
New Name: Wrath
Age you where when you were captured: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Wrath is rutheless, cruel and cunning. He won't care what he does to survive, or get what he wants. He also loved the taste of human and chimera flesh. It's not about canablisim, it's about the fact his predatory instincts have been overly stimulated in each transmutation. He doesn't know remorse, or feel it, for anything he kills.
Animals used: Countless reptiles, and a few eagles
Chimera Type: Attack/Stealth
Description: Wrath looks like some sort of dragonic version of a velociraptor with feathered wings, a head and tail. His front limbs are nearly long enough to reach the ground without him shifting towards it at all, and are the only real human thing left on him, as he has five fingered (and clawed) hands. Wrath stands at around eight feet or more at the shoulder, and from tip to tail he's over twice that in body size. His eyes are a bright violet that stand out in his black and blue body and wing coloration, which allows him to disappear into the dark. So basically Wrath is a winged giant velociraptor like creature.
Other:
Wrath .. can use some Alchemy. So yeah, try to avoid him. He, unlike alot of human based Chimeras, can speak.Collar: A bright blue collar, that fits snug with Wrath's neck (he could really remove it any time he wants, and has
) it's battered, old and chewed, but still servicable. The number on the plate before his name is ‘492’.Old name: Sarah Willson
New Name: Nami (like from Tsunami)
Age you where when you were captured: 15
Gender: Female
Personality: Nami is shy, thanks to the animals used in her 'creation', and she likes to avoid contact mostly, thanks to her training and the abuse she's recived when she didn't do something fast enough. Well enough on her own, Nami mostly becomes shy and inverted around others, and tends to attempt to be un-noticeable. The only Chimera she really trusts, mostly because he seems to understand her, is Wrath. Anyone else will just about get the silent treatment or be ignored.
Animals used: Three: Orca and Humpback, Sperm Whale
Chimera type: Swimmer/Sonar
Description: Nami 'stands' at ten feet, bordering on eleven now, and due to her wieght and something in the last transmutation of hers, she's forced to go on all fours, but that doesn't really deter her from anything. Her hands are five fingered, and her feet sport five toes, though the spaces between them are webbed. It looks like Nami has no neck, but she does, it's just hidden by thick skin and blubber; her head is elongated, and bulbed a bit where the sonar is, no longer looking human but a wierd mesh of two whale species and Orca, two pairs of white spots are over/behind her dark brown eyes.
Her back is arched slightly, mostly from the flesh that's been added too it, and a fin around four feet juts up just behind her shoulders, with two smaller ones behind it a little ways, about two feet for each of the smaller fins. Her tail/fluke is powerfull, and heavily on the Humpback side. Then this is where Nami gets a bit wierd, as so far you think she's a whale walking around on human limbs..
On her sides, just a bit above her hips and shoulders, are four flippers, one above each leg and arm, and sort of fold like wings against Nami's sides to be out of the way.
Nami's coloration is black with blue highlighting in places, grey in others, and white marks on her fins, flippers and the bottom of her fluke and tail, and the palms of her hands and bottoms of her feet. Her skin is also riddled with scars from special 'training' she recived.
Other: Nami can't speak in human tounge, but she can speak in whale, not that many understand it, even other Chimera's. She can sing also, but it's whale song. She doesn't remember being human, and so isn't distressed about this.
Collar: The collar's placement is around her tail, is bright lavender, supporting her name and the numbers ‘2,700’
