Narrative OC memeI. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Jacob Brenan: Human Telekinetic. Pale skin, brown eyes, dark hair, and a stubbled face. Bound to an alien by pheremones, he is now depentant on her for survival. Failure to remain close will eventually lead to organ failure.
2. Siren: Hispanic psion, manipulates sound waves. Bound to an as of yet unseen alien. Very tempermental. Mood swings randomly. Hasn't revealed her true name yet.
3. Doctor Lance Lawton: A Crenzaati doctor who has an obsession with the human race, and the English language. Occasionally repeats words that roll off the tounge. Human form appears to be a balding middle aged man with rounded glasses. Has brown eyes, a rare trait in the Crenzaat. (note, while the Crenzaat can alter their physical appearance, they cannot mask their eyes
Xionus-Transit As soon as the ship breaks orbit a voice calls out over the intercom, first in a chittering series of clicks, followed by English for the two humans who are along for the ride. "Prepare for transit drive activation."
The craft lurches forward and the lighting goes dark, all power diverting to the Underspace transit drives. I always hated these trips, and this is only my third time. Seconds later the power returns to lighting, and on the view screen in the rounded seat in front of mine displays a different star system.
If the Crenzaat perfected Underspace drives, why didn't they simply bring the fight to Earth? Human drives are extremely inefficient and make an incredibly loud blast along the hull as the vessel tears through the nil zone that is Underspace.
After the smooth and silent t
Xionus-The Bond "Is this gonna hurt doc?" I question with a very noticeable amount of unease.
"For the last time Jacob, you are allowed to call me by my first name. And again, it will only hurt if you struggle." Brokha replies with a laugh.
Glancing around I see the medical instruments laid out on a table. I am currently strapped to an operating table which has been inclined to allow me some level of face-to-face communication. The male Skinner in the bone-white room is prepping his machines to begin the procedure.
"Let me just say, I hate the way Skin... I apologize, old habits die hard. Lemme rephrase that. My nerves grate every time I see a piece of Crenzaati architecture." I was quick to replace the derogatory term.
"Why is that?" Brokha inquires with genuine curiosity.
Frendaculous FribblesAlas, poor Frondus. I knew thee barely.
With your frondulate euripitie,
I twiddled my fingles with glinch.
Wearing the klancendant brow clinger,
I thrust my credashes into the Ruhski,
a large frenklin-esque reptaloid.
The moral of this odious tale is that,
all wundulous tales must reach it's climax.
For all of the rankellous twitzens this world,
Will always remain ownified by the Great Crabdom.
Xionus - The Trial I can't tell how long I have been locked up here. It may have been days, or even weeks since the "incident". When the sedation wears off, they dose me up again. This time they leave me be.
I listen to the chattering. The clicking and clattering of Skinner speech. My eyes are sightless, thanks to a helmet blocking everything on my skull. At least the lower front half is perforated with small holes, allowing the planets odd mix of oxygen and an as of yet unknown gas to flow through. My body is immobilized by a metallic frame, and I feel like a caged rat, claustrophobic fear flooding my already panicked mind.
Some part of my mind reawakened during the psychological evaluation. I form a telekinetic "tendril" and snake it around the room. I can "feel" my surroundings, everyt
Xionus - Intro: Reflection "Mr. Brenan, It's time to wake up. Your daily testing is about to commence." A soothing feminine voice announced through the holo-screen.
I toss back the odd, yet comforting gel blanket and stand up. I stumble over to the mirror. I brought my weight up by twenty pounds, making a grand total of 156. My build slightly leaner than I used to be. My chest still bears a scar from where that bullet struck me twenty years ago... I glance towards my stubbled face. I gaze into the depths of those unfeeling brown eyes.
I get distracted as the door slides open and the Doctor steps in. As she flips her brunette hair her eyes look me over as I get dressed in the strange blue jumpsuit patients wear. As it vacuums into a form fitting shape, I give a sigh. "Lets do this." As we begin the walk down the extensive sterile white corridor, the doc says something to me.
"Alright Jacob, I need you to stretch out your arms. Thats it.
Writers or Artists memeBigBro18's Writer's / Artist's meme
I lack the artistic talent to actually make a graphically pleasing format for a meme.
The basis for this meme is to write/draw a character in the below situations. OC's may be used, or you can make character on the spot. Think of it as a quick creativity excercise. If your OC or charecter has a uniqe ability or power, include it by all means! Special talents make for unique opportunities.
Situation 1. The subject is suffering a complete breakdown. Does He/She contemplate Suicide? Go through with it? If that is too extreme or makes you uncomfortable, how does he/she deal with the issue, are there friends nearby to comfort the subject?
Situation 2. The subject is trying to tell a loved one how they truly feel. If the charecter is Aesexual or an Automaton, they make a discovery about their nature.
Situation 3. If the subject is a normal human, they have just been greivously wounded. If supernaturally gifted, they lose control, anhiliating everything nea
Xionus - Intro: Memories I can feel the liquid sloshing around in the tank. I thought they killed me. Apparently not.
Memories flit through my stirring consciousness. Memories of my destructive acts, my brother's mass murder, even my dear old father, killing the natives on Xionus. We were supposed to decimate the alien populace.
More memories, those of the race itself, Insect like hominids, boasting a reptilian personality... cold, calculating, and with a primal intellect. We called them skinners, they call themselves the Crenzaat. The technology they possess out matches human tech, but humans have something they have yet to develop. Us. The Psions. Many humans who developed these abilities were placed into categories.
The Primal group was filled with the Pyrokinetics, Telekinetics, Somatics, etc. This group was