Nothing But a Nightmare, post-Shanti virus Options

[Misunderstood]

I've decided to try this one out.....sorry for the confusion lol


Ash, rubble, vacant buildings, utter silence. Papers fluttering through the streets, cars littering the streets. Remember when people were so numerous that walking down wall street was like a fish swimming upstream? People on cell phones, people getting in cabs, people getting out of cabs, lines outside of Broadway, lights so colorful, smells of restaurants colliding in the air like the traffic jams during rush hour.

It's been like this for a few years now. Ever since the virus hit the streets. At first everyone thought is was just the head cold making it's rounds; everyone coughing, calling in sick. Then it got worse, almost flu like. Only when it escalated did people raise alarm, but by then it was too late. It was the worst scene I've ever seen. It felt like I was back in the 1300's when the Black Plague hit the streets. The death toll kept increasing like the fund board at a call-in donation center; all in a matter of weeks.

Those of us who have survived have been quarantined, living in compounds. Those infected are thrown outside, separated from us by wires and fences. No one goes out. Food has been reduced to the prepackaged stuff astronauts ate. Life was pretty......crappy, for lack of words. But all in all, we were surviving....that is, if you called it that.

As of last year, however, things changed. There was a security breech in the compounds. Those who were sick and cast away broke in, trashing everything. Those who weren't gifted were empowered and those empowered grew stronger. I suppose the disease, still in the air, has lifted somewhat but not enough for anyone to be safe outside of the safety walls. Who knows who will survive on the outside of the security fields. The only thing is....they've taken over the compounds and we are forced to relocate. The air hit my lungs and I felt pain run through my veins. I doubled over and gasped for breath but none came. Others experienced the same thing. We'd been affected...heaven help us.

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Alright so that's the opening, now it's time for us to create our character sketches. You can be whomever you want. If you cannot really make it out, everyone who survived the initial virus hit has been empowered. Your character can use their power for evil and become a menace or, your character can try to bring control the the surviving world. The choice is yours.

REMEMBER!!! It's been a year since the crumble of the compound so every character has been affected and has been living in the city for a year.

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My Character

Name: David [Dave] Meyer

Age: 33

Gender: male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Power: Possession - All of the souls that were lost due to the virus are coursing through his veins. Sometimes they act out and take control, but most of the time they are dormant and only talk to him.

Living: In an abandoned apartment building. Apartment 22C

Appearance: Typical punk look. Black hair, lip rings, tattoos.
Kinda like this:


Background Information: Worked for the compounds in the science department. He worked on trying to find a cure for the virus since Mohinder had died

[meg is love]

My Character

Name: Meghan [Meg] Young

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Really, extremely pale.

Power: Meg has the ability to persuasion. Simply by suggesting something, she has the ability to make people do things her way. Although she's lived through the virus, she's still very young and doesn't understand how she's going to use her power. She's basically used to for her own good so far.

Living: Her old apartment, Manhattan.

Appearance: Clean cut girl, very pale. Brunette, with deep green eyes.


Background Information: Her whole family has died and she's left alone. This has left her bitter, and she's not above getting revenge. She was a college student before the virus, isn't sure what she's going to do. She's looking for someone to latch onto, and with her powers this could definitely be abused.

[Kris]

My Character

Name: Gunnar Clark
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: White teenage girl, of British decent.

Power: Gunnar has the power to control the wind. She can cause it to lift her off the ground, and can cause tornadoes, and hurricanes when she tries hard enough. She can knock people out with ease just by sending large winds in their direction.

Living: Issac Mendez's old loft.

Appearance: Pale girl with wavy auburn hair, and bright blue eyes. She the Company marks on her shoulder. About 5'5", and skinny, especially since she got the virus.


Background Information: Gunnar's been wandering from place to place in New York ever since those infected broke through the compound. She knows she has the virus, and was travelling with her father before he died from it. Her mother had already died. She was just a high school student, and suddenly her world fell apart. The last time she met someone since the compound was destroyed was a month earlier, and they tried attacking her, claiming they were not infected. Ever since, Gunnar tries to stay away from everyone she can. She found the loft where Mohinder once worked in, and found his files on a cheerleader who could save them all. She has a laptop with her at all times, and transferred a lot of Mohinders files to her own computer, so she could read his research.

[Merp]

My Character

Name: Killian Shire

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Power: Blood control - Killian has the ability to alter and control a person's blood with the touch of his hands. He can speed it up, slow it down entirely, rip it out or turn it into sludge. However, his own blood is tainted and causes him constant pain.

Living: On the streets of New-York.

Appearance: Slim and tall, with short, dark brown hair. Usually wears a brown hoodie with a vest over-top, and blue jeans.

Background Information: After the compound had been penetrated, Killian was separated from his family. He now lives alone on the streets, always wearing gloves so that he doesn't "accidentally" hurt anybody.

[Quick question - In this alternate future, is Adam Monroe still at large?]

[Misunderstood]

I'm just waiting for a few more people before I start but until then, any ideas or suggestions?

In reference to the Adam question, how would you use Adam in the RPG if I said yes? lol I'm trying to veer from the original characters but if there's a reason you need him to be in it, I'm all ears

[Kris]

With the research that my character has at her disposal, we could learn that Adam is the cure, find him, attempt to capture him.

So, our characters could meet, and then try to figure out a way to get the cure.

[Merp]

With the research that my character has at her disposal, we could learn that Adam is the cure, find him, attempt to capture him.

So, our characters could meet, and then try to figure out a way to get the cure.

Yeah, exactly. Still though, it's all up to youz guyz.

[Misunderstood]

Under one condition lol. Whoever plays him, and it can be all of us, but whoever plays him plays him true to his character.

Edit: 4 people should be enough for starters and people can always join in as we go along....I'll post the first post tomorrow along with the quide lines

[Kris]

I saw we all play Adam. Whenever he comes in, we just put in whatever we want him to be doing.

[meg is love]

First post, please?

[Misunderstood]

The Guidelines

1) Avoid short posts. Your posts *CAN* be short only if they are able to be replied to, and continue on the story line.

2) No lists as your intro. If this is a role play, you write, don't you?

3) No god modding. If you don't know what that is, it means not to take control of another player's character. Don't reply for them, don't make them do anything, don't play them at all. This insures interaction from all of us. Not to mention the character's creator knows how their character will react, we don't.

4) Stick to the story and make sure you at least skim everyone's post, if you don't have time to read it entirely, so no one is left out/not replied to.

5) Ask to join.

6) Last but not least, have fun with it.



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OOC: Sorry it took me awhile, I got swamped with things to do. When I post, if something is in Italics, that means it is the voices in his head

IC:
David [Dave] Meyer

Sweat beaded upon his brow as David tossed and turned in the night. He arched his back, gripped the sheets, and ground his teeth. His muscles tensed so much that his veins were coming to the surface and could be seen. He gasped and tilted his head back. Blood started to drip from the corner of his eyes and down his cheeks. At that point he sat up suddenly, trying to catch his breath. He kept his eyes closed as his hand was slowly brought to his face, touching the red substance. Slowly opening his eyes he looked down at his fingertips.

"D**m it!@" he said and used the other hand to rip the sheets off his body. Walking towards the bathroom to wash it off he heard a chuckle that echoed off the walls of his run down apartment. He stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look over his shoulder. After a moment he continued to the sink and turned the water on. Washing his hands off then splashed cold water across his face. He hunched over and let the now crimson water drip off his face and back into the sink. He looked up at the mirror and looked at his reflection. He looked horrible. Black bags under his eyes, he looked exhausted. Of course, not sleeping does that to a man. The blood was still lingering upon his cheeks and he placed his hands back under the running water then started to rub his face until it was clean. Shutting the water off, he grabbed the towel that hung on the rack, dabbing his face dry then wiped his hands. Tossing it on the back of the toilet he turned back to his bedroom, walking over to the window.

Glancing out he reached for the beer bottle that rested upon the table next to the window. He brought the rim up and took a swig.

I need to go for a walk, came a female voice

"Not now" Dave gritted his teeth as he made his way to the chair in the corner, sitting in it, resting his face in his hands. "Please not now." he muttered

Awww Dave I'm hurt!

"Shut up!" Dave cried out and threw the bottle against the wall, it shattering. He ran his hands through his hair.

That's the way you talk to me? Jesus David. It's me...

"No..." he objected, looking up. "It's not. Hasn't been for a long time now"

Now now....that's no way to treat your girl now is it.

Suddenly he was brought to his feet.

"No!!!" he tried to fight back as he was slowly being taken over. He fell into the wall, gripping it for leverage, he fought his own body. His breath was taken from him and he fell upon his but then slumped over on his side.

A few moments later he slowly rose from his fall and swiftly walked towards the mirror. Looking into it he smirked. "You see Dave. I always win" he/she said as he/she kissed her/his finger tips and placed them on Dave's reflection upon his lips. "Now how about that walk."

[Merp]

"What do you mean you don't have them?", Killian's voice was shaky, panicked, and echoed slightly through the narrow alleyway.

"The order was delayed, man, I'm sorry. We'll have some in a few days. After the whole virus thing, it hasn't exactly been easy to get this stuff.", replied the overweight drug dealer, a bag in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was wearing a tattered, beige suit - his attempt at looking 'official'.

"But... But I need the painkillers, Elli... Without them, it's just too much. I, I can't control it...", Killian began to tremble. Without the drugs, the pain was unbearable, and even his mind was affected. Everything seemed like a threat, and paranoid delusions filled his mind. Without the drugs he would murder, like he murdered before.

"Oh, yeah, right, your ability to control blood.", Elli laughed, waving his hands around and making a stupid face, "Wouldn't want you to raise my cholesterol!".

"Just... just try to get the drugs quickly. Until then I'll manage.", Killian walked away without waiting for a response, out of the dark, musty New-York alleyway and into the empty street. It was chilly out, so he had his hood up and his hands tucked away beneath his pockets. The ever-present pain was already beginning to get worse - his knees weak and his mind unfocused. He knew there was a solution, that his problems could be solved, but how? There were too many questions, not enough answers. But that could wait, he needed to find a safe place to sleep.

[Kris]

Gunnar woke up coughing wildly. It was too early to be awake, but ever since she contracted the virus, this was her life. Her fan was off, and she was sweating up a storm. As she stood up, Gunnar lightly waved her hand, and quickly sent a gust of wind towards the fan, spinning it rapidly to cool her.

Coughing up a bit of blood, Gunnar made her way to the bathroom, used to this. It was the virus. She knew that there were seperate strains, and hers was thankfully not nearly as deadly as some. Her fathers, for example. There was no escaping it, and he died only a week after the compound was destroyed. She looked in the mirror and sighed. It was lonely, living like the last woman alive. Not even. She was just a girl, just 16. But she was forced to grow up, to fend for herself.

She knew there were others out there. Others like her. She once knew a boy in the compound who could talk to animals. Or maybe she was just crazy. Maybe she was the only one like this. She had boarded up the windows long ago, only leaving when necessary to find food.

Cleaning up her mouth, and rinsing with room temperature water -- the only kind available -- she went back out to main loft.

Pulling up to her laptop, she signed into the Company program that she had hacked by using Mohinder's files.

Mohinder Suresh. He was a scientist from India, who worked for the Company. She wasn't sure, but it was pretty safe to say he was dead, because when she found the apartment, all of his research had been abandoned. She had made this place a safe haven, and found all of his work. His computer was so easy to hack. His passwords were named after the virus.

Gunnar had spent the last few months researching. There was still a lot that she hadn't accessed, or found out. But she knew one thing. She could save herself, if she just found one cheerleader. She could maybe help save the world.

[nic_nac]

Her coughing and spulttering was getting severe, the moisture from this was staining the back of his jacket. Lance set his sister down on the dirty pavement, she stumbled a bit, but gained her balance. He had to find some medicine or a doctor for her, she was getting worse. Olivia sniffed and rubbed her little hand across her right eye, she had been crying.

[/indent] Lance recalled the events of last year, when his family were together walking on broadway when suddenly men in contamination suits jumped out of an SUV with the words "BIOHAZARD" plastered all over it. They were all swept up, taken in plain site of the bewildered public. From there they sped to the compound where they would spend a year in cramped, uncomfortable and squalid conditions. Their Father told of the virus and that the company he worked for had made it and that it was a mistake. He hated himself every day because of it, but was glad that his connections had kept them alive for so long. Their Mother had comforted them and said that the most important thing was that they were all together.

Then came the day when he saw them die. The compound was ravaged by the angered infected, their parents were swept away from them and crushed in the crowds who were desperatley trying to escape. He saw his Mother fall to the ground and in an attempt to save his wife, the Father ducked beneath the crowd of people. He emerged again, screaming with anger. She was dead, he had caused it. He shouted to Lance and Olivia to run. They did.

[indent]

It had been a year since that event that scarred both of those two children. Lance convinced Olivia that they were just "missing" and that they would find them soon, as he was the only one who witnessed this tragedy. The only thing they had to remember their parents, or at least their father were these two paralell scars left on the side of their necks. It seemed to connect them and their father somehow.

"It's not far now", mumbled Lance reassuringly.

"Will Mum and Dad be their?" enquired Olivia, coughing mid-sentence.

"I think so", said Lance, "I think so."

My character(s)

1. Name: Lance Fayres
2. Age: 15
3. Gender: Male
4. Ethnicity: Caucasian
5. Power: Animal Communication
6. Living: Streets of New York
7. Appearance: Fairly long, black hair, medium build and usually wears indie/rocker styled clothing.
8. Background Information: Mother British (England), Father American (NY), raised well, educated well, connection with the company through father. Tested on by the company.

1. Name: Olivia Fayres
2. Age: 7
3. Gender: Female
4. Ethnicity: Caucasian
5. Power: Consciousness Manipulation
6. Living: Streets of New York
7. Appearance: Short blonde hair, small build and wears small girl clothing.
8. Background Information: Mother British (England), Father American (NY), raised well, educated well, connection with the company through father. Tested on by the company but powers still unidentifiable.

As you have probably noticed, i have two characters, i hope this is okay, as i have good ideas for them.

[Kris]

Gunnar was transferring files and pulling up the surveillance system screens up at the same time when she saw them. A boy, that couldn't be older than her, and a little girl struggling down the street. Why were they walking around so late? They could get hurt. It wasn't safe outside anymore, there was only despair, and violence. No one was left uninfected, and everyone decided that if they were going to die anyway, they didn't mind being brutal around others. That included kids like them.


She was debating what to do, but seeing the little girl killed her on the inside more than the virus was.

Grabbing a jacket, she went outside, and out front of the loft.

"You there! You two! Quick, come on in from the cold. She's going to get even more sick," Gunnar called out to them, hoping that the boy had sense to listen.

[nic_nac]

[/indent] It was getting late, Lance knew that. It was usually the case where they would end up in a safe place in the warm, but not today. They had decided to search for "Isaac Mendez's" loft, as their Father's notes suggested that at one point, there was a scientist working on a cure for this disease. They were there, or though he thought so, when a girl shouted from a balcony where they were supposed to be headed.

She shouted to come in, at first he hesitated, his Father had always told him to expect the unexpected, but the voice had reason, his sister was sick and they needed shelter, badly.

They Stepped inside, looking around, the girl, roughly his age, slammed the door shut behind them, bolted it and re-barricaded it. Nobody was going to get in, or out, that was for certain. The girl seemed familiar.

"Have we", started Lance.

"Met before, yes, we have", she replied quickly.

[indent]

It seemed as if somehow she needed him just as much as he and his sister needed her. Lance flipped his rucksack round to his front. He fumbled for some papers, they were ripped and had etchings and scruffy notes visible all over it. Finally, the paper required was found. He held out his hand waiting for a greeting.

"I'm Lance, this is my little sister Olivia", he looked down at the paper, "Is this the appartment of Mohinder Suresh?"

[liam]

Name: william Mcangus aka the butcher
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Power: Metal manipulation and electricity
Living: old army base in new york
Appearance: longish hair a long scar down his right eye going down his cheek just touching his neck
Background Information: moved to the us not long befor the outbreak and he began to work as a enforcer and would have becam a mafia crim boss if it were not for the virus leads a smallish gang of powerd people one of the few people with some power left the locals fear him for what he does when he finds someone carrying the virus

[Kris]

"Have we", started the boy, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. He was thin, and his face a bit sullen. Then again, everyone was these days. There was no escaping it. But the second she locked eyes with him, she remembered him, and his little sister. What had happened to the rest of his family, she would save for later. But he was a face that she remembered clearly from the compound.

"Met before, yes, we have", she replied quickly. She had no time for chit chat now. After she lead them in, she quickly latched everything up quickly. She had a series of nine locks. A few of them were already there, but she had added some after the outbreak all around New York and the surrounding states. Finally finished with her routine, she spun around to greet the couple of family members.

"It's nice to meet you Lance, and Olivia," Gunnar said warmly. And god dam.nit, was she warm. Still sweating from earlier, she looked tired, and dreadfully sick.

When he pulled the paper out, and asked about Suresh, she felt her heart sink. She could see the excitement in the boy's eyes. This was his only hope. He had been searching for Mohinder, no doubt to try and find a cure.

Gunnar had never met Mohinder Suresh. She doubted that he lived in the loft, which was primarily his lab. However, she had always expected to be found out by him. That one day he'd come running into the loft, find her, and...well, after that, she didn't really know what he'd do. There wasn't much else to do. She was already infected. She was lucky her powers weren't completely gone. She knew from his research that she would eventually lose them. None the less, Mohinder Suresh never returned to his lab, and all of his possessions and work were left behind, left for Gunnar to sift through, looking for answers after she realized what they were saying.

But now, we she gazed into the expectant and hopeful eyes of Lance, Gunnar's heart broke.

"Lance, I'm terribly sorry. This is Mohinder Suresh's lab...but I've been living here since the outbreak at the compound. And, he never came here, not once. I'm so sorry, but, I'm pretty sure that he's dead."

[nic_nac]

At that very moment, Olivia collapsed violently, her small legs giving way to the cold concrete beneath their feet. Lance tried to pull her up and eventually got her in his arms. Gradually he made his way over to a bed that was obviously the girl's. He lay her down very gently, pulling a makeshift quilt from his rucksack and wrapping it around his very sick little sister. They had come all the way for nothing, the loft was empty and now used as a place of refuge. He wept silently, they wouldn't make it, not past next week.

Hours passed, but he didn't know that, he didn't have a watch. Suddenly he stood up and walked towards this mystery girl. He addressed her head on.

"I know you saw me speak to that wood-pidgeon at the compound." He stopped, wondering if he should say what he was about to.

"There are a lot of people like me who have special abilities", "my father told me so, he worked with people like us."

The girl was surprised, but it didn't seem like she was not expecting this sort of thing to happen. He continued.

"My Dad was with the company that accidentaly released the virus, but he said that there was never an instance where they didn't have a failsafe."

He walked back to his rucksack and took out a file, with the words "Primatech Paper" on it, with a slanted red stamp which denoted confidentiality. Lance took out a file photo and brought it to her.

"This is Adam Monroe", he hesitated, would this sound stupid?

"He has the cure, in his blood."

[Kris]

The girl was surprised, but it didn't seem like she was not expecting this sort of thing to happen. He continued.

"3) No god modding. If you don't know what that is, it means not to take control of another player's character. Don't reply for them, don't make them do anything, don't play them at all. This insures interaction from all of us. Not to mention the character's creator knows how their character will react, we don't."

Please please please follow the rules. We're not supposed to say what other characters are doing, or how they react. That's the whole point of roleplaying. You play one role, and leave it at that. Otherwise, it's not fun, because I have to follow whatever you made my character do! D: Thanks.


Olivia had collapsed, her small and fragile legs giving out. Her breathing that thinned, and Gunnar was sure that she had little time left. Any form of an illness, virus, disease, the common cold, hits younger kids and senior citizens the hardest, their immune system wither not fully developed, or no long functioning at its prime. Lance had carried his sister to his bed, and Gunnar had left them be. She understood the wretched feeling of your family dying, there you not being able to stop it.

Time went by. Kris had kept her distance, not sure what to do. Had gotten out some soup, and heated it up. As she lightly waved her hand over it to cool it off a bit, small puffs of wind pressing through the steam, she turned to find Lance standing up, and moving towards her.

"So you really were talking to that bird, huh? I always thought I was crazy to think it, that I was just making things up in my mind," she replied slightly astonished at this revelation. He was like her. Their power was different, but they were still alike in some way.

Lance had continued on his speech of sorts, explaining about his father and his involvement in the Company. And about Adam Monroe.

"Adam Monroe? You have the files on him?!" she exclaimed, suddenly excited.

Adam Monroe was one name that she could never get a direct file on. Mohinder apparently wasn't fully trusted with Company secrets, and Adam Monroe was one of them. Mohinder had placed a files about his speculation as to what Adam could do, who he was, what his importance with the Company was. But, still, there was little to no information on him. Only that he was a deathly threat.

"Lance, I know about the Company, all about it, and its research with the virus. Mohinder might be gone, but his work, his research, is all still here. Come look," she said, all very quickly, and excited. Adam Monroe, she was finally going to find out who he was. He couldn't be much of a threat, his blood could heal them! Heal them all!

"Mohinder left his Company files behind, and I sifted through them. The virus we've all contracted is called the Shanti virus, but the particular strain of it that we all have as been able to mutate into others. Originally, just a shot of Mohinder's blood could cure you, as his blood contained antibodies. But then, there were other versions of the virus. With the one we have, it takes longer to kill us, and Mohinder's blood can't save us. Mohinder had a file on a girl from Odessa, Texas named Claire Bennet. She has a power as well, called Rapid Cell Regeneration, which is the same thing as Adam Monroe has, because it causes her to be able to heal herself. Mohinder had put it was our only hope, but if Adam Monroe has it too, we can find him! We can try to be healed!"

She was clicking all over the place, pulling up separate files and tabs, showing Lance all she had.

"Also, I have a power too. Look."

She raised her hand, and felt the air being manipulated. She sent it over to a chair in the corner, toppling it over with its strength.

"It's usually much stronger than that, but the virus has side effects. We're going to lose our powers, Lance, if we don't get a cure fast."