New Devil's Island

[Lord of Chaos]

Creator's Note: This role-play in no way has a relation to the mutants referred to in Marvel or other more famously known works. This is a completely independent work.


New Devil's Island


April 7, 2008.

A mass hysteria ensnares the Earth. A very rare alignment is coming. Scientist have found that all the planets are aligning...even though they were not speculated to do so for another 140 years. Somehow, it has been jumped ahead. People worry it may be the end of the Earth. Other’s just think that something peculiar is going on. Scientist also worry about something else. This alignment will slingshot a very peculiar comet into the Earth’s trajectory... but it will never hit the planet. Instead, this green comet will just pass over the atmosphere. Scientist, in all possible theories, find that the Earth shall still stand... but the mass belief is still doused in stupidity.


August 16, 2008.

The alignment is over. Mass rioting occurred in some cities, such as Berlin or Chicago, but for the most part things went fine. Some were injured, a few casualties, but nothing too major. People just pass it off as another “Y2K” kind of event. The comet passed, and, for those not hysteric with fear, found it to be quite a lovely... but strangely chilling, sight. It seems that everything is normal... for the moment.


May 2, 2009.

Apparently not all was as it seemed. The comet carried with it some sort of high-density unidentifiable waves, that affected people. Reports of dramatic changes in select people. Some suffer physical changes...others gain new abilities. Some are unlucky enough (or perhaps lucky enough) to gain both. While the governments of the world speculate and try to keep everything moronically under wraps (as they do with most things), these... “mutants”, suffer. Some choose to fight back...or to use their newfound skills for personal gain... while others just wish to be left alone. What will come remains to be seen.


November 26, 2010.

Nearly a year-and-a-half later, action is finally being taken. The combined world government finally acknowledges that these people exist. They decided, in a secretive course of action, to re-open a place that only knew Hell while it was open – Devil’s Island. They build new facilities, with new technology and weaponry, to imprison these mutants. While the less harmless mutants are stationed on the Island of Royale... the more dangerous ones are put on Devil’s Island directly. The facility is known as Nozith Dran, named after the dark small city on the 8th Level of Hell that was infamous in stories for being a place of eternal suffering.
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Nozith Dran – a prison with five levels. Three of these levels are above ground, two below. Each story is approximately fifteen feet from ceiling to floor. From the sky, it looks like Omega, the last letter of the Greek Alphabet. It is surrounded by a force field powered by Xenon – a substance that strangely seems to have a negative effect on the mutants. It has been speculated that whatever waves were put off by the comet, might have been the polar opposite of Xenon... but no substance like that has been identified on Earth. Remaining germaine to the subject, outside of this force field, is a large titanium steel wall, where guards, automated machines, and other deviant things constantly monitor the prison.

Dran’s interior is no better. The prison levels are designed to keep the mutants from having any chance of escape. The top level, known as Vær One, is made completely of a temperature-resistance plastic. The plastic has an automatic shading system built in, so that at night, it’s almost transparent, to allow cool temperatures and a night-time view, while at day, the plastic is almost opaque. Mutants that need metals, earth, or other things are kept here. A constant ion barrier is ran through the walls, floor, and ceiling to keep them from accessing other floors.

Vær Two, the next floor, is for mutants that have self-affecting abilities, or the like. A strong anti-carbon field is constantly flushed through this floor to keep them in their natural human (or sometimes human-esque) state. Mutants with the powers of flight and such are also kept here, almost stuck in a middle ground of sorts. A gravity barrier surrounds the immediate outside of this level, so that if mutants with certain abilities were to escape to outside their floor, the gravity would stick them to the wall, and press them there, with a force of gravity fifteen times that of the Earth.

Vær Three, the “ground floor”, as it is known. On this floor, mutants with mental abilities of any sort are kept. Beta and Delta waves are constantly radiating on this floor, to keep the mental abilities of these mutants in check... making them no more than normal human-beings. To add to this security measure, personal inhibitor necklaces are worn by each prisoner, that do the same thing as the wave generators on this level.

Vær Four. The basement level of sorts. On this level, most all other mutants are kept. Those ranging from energy manipulating, to environment affecting, are housed on this level. Each cell is specially adapted for the mutant it houses. Special guards are kept on this level as well. Three guards to each prisoner, also with weaponry adapted to the prisoner they watch over. Special UV lights are on this floor, to keep the prisoners from growing pale or gaining some sort of skin disease. They are never allowed to actually see daylight, for fear they might be able to escape.

Vær Five. The “unspoken” level. It is known as this for the main reason that no one is allowed to speak of this level. The most dangerous mutants are kept here. Each one is housed in a special suspension cell. They are kept in suspended animation, 24/7, so that there is no chance of them escaping. They are hooked up to machines that constantly feed them, take care of their bodily functions, as well as monitor their state, just in case something was to go wrong. This level has three different back-up power sources, just in case one goes down. If any of the twenty mutants on this level were to somehow, by some extreme chance, be awoken... all Hell would break loose. The mutants here don’t technically have any more dangerous abilities than the other mutants, but it’s because of what they might become.

Vær Central. At the center of the Omega-shaped prison, lies this central hub of action. It’s a large floating sphere, where the Warden and others constantly keep watch, and take their rest. It’s surrounded by a gravity barrier, and another Xenon force field, and ran by its own power source, just to keep it safe from the prison. In speaking of the Warden... he seems to be a mysterious man that no one knows much about. Most people on the island, including mutants, seem to be afraid of him... perhaps he is a mutant himself?
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Some are afraid that the mutants may one day escape... that, this small remote island off of South America’s coast, being isolated as it is, might suffer some sort of damage that would cause an escape. People are afraid, because of the unfair treatment of the mutants, that they might just decided to take over the world. Whatever happens... know this...

It is man’s fault.
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Cool, anyway, there ya go. Now, you should know my rules.

Rules:

Same they've always been... if you don't know my rules, you don't get to participate. Password though, is the last sentence of of the entire Plot above (that means everything in Times New Roman font). Oh, and put the password IN YOUR TEMPLATE!!



Template:

Name:
Age: (21-26)
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio:
Power(s):
Prison Level: (We have to have mutants from different levels...)


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My Template:


Name: Ezekiel Hidrot -- Zeke for short

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Do it later

Personality: Zeke is something of an oddball. He spends most of his time thinking, and trying to sipher out the waves around himself. However, he does have a personality. He likes to joke occassionally, but seems to be more of the soft spoken type. His anger though, is something to watch out for... he has a strong sense of wrong being done to himself, and those he actually cares for, few though they may be. He is also quite the intelligent person....he's able to think on his feet really well.

Bio: Read above

Powers: Wave Manipulation -- Any and all waves...from sound waves... to seismic... to electromagnetic.

Prison Level: Vær Five

[TheTerrorofDeath]

This sounds like fun so im in:

Name- Collusial
Age- 32
Gender- Male
Appearence- http://darkantoine.free.fr/darkantoi...n-colossus.jpg
Personality- He is very quiet at almost any time. Confused about his powers and what exactly he is, he doesn't like to be bothered much.
Bio- Read above
Powers- Super Strength and able to withstand fire and elecrical based attacks.
Prison Level- Vaer Two

[Lord of Chaos]

Riku's Nobody....

You're out of this. Sorry.

[Jet_Fire]

It is man's fault.

Name: Jet Ritsuzen
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jet is a tall man, standing at above 6' even. He tends to be on the musculine side, and is constantly trying to improve himself. He has blue/black hair that stops just below his shoulders, and a silver fringe that just covers his eyes. He has a solid face, with deep blue eyes.

He wears a simple dark grey button up shirt, with a small blue patch on the left torso giving his "Capture Number". He wears a pair of long baggy jeans, the stitching in it being darkened to his tastes. He has a simple pair of black sneakers.

Personality: Jet tends to stick to himself, and stays quiet most of the time. He is actually a smart guy, but when he is set off, he is loud, dangerous and brutal. It is unknown at this time what exactly sets hm off.

Bio: Jet has always had his 'powers'. Ever since he remembers, two white and gold angel wings has protruded out of his back. He used to hide them, but was discovered having them at the ages of 9, and went on a rampage through the primary school he was attending.

When he was arrested, it was a little unclear on what to do with him. He was so underage, so he couldn't be sent to jail, but at the same time, he was a 'mutant', so he couldn't be released. Once they found out about the prison for mutants, it was clear where he had to go.

When he got there, something deep stirred within him, and his face changed, his eyes turning red, and became like that of a cat. His hair spiked back up straight, and turned a crimson colour. His body became covered in dark tribal markings, each on representing the seven sins of man. His wings darkened to a midnight blue, and grew 1.5 times larger. His nails sharpened and went black, and his body strength increased by 2. He was instantly captured, and put into a cell while it was decided what level to put him on.

After about an hour, it was decided. He would be put on Vær Two for now, but if anything were to get out of hand, he would be moved to Vær Five. Once on Vær Two, he changed back, and his wings closed up, and he passed out. Since then, he has been in the same cell, reading when he can, and working his body muscles up.
Power(s): Transformation, Flight
Prison Level: Vær Two (for the moment)

[Ric]

Name: Lyric Rollin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.hyjoo.com/sun/Cowboy%20bebop/Gungrave6-1.jpg

Personality: An optimistic man even though inside he hurts very badly.

Bio: He was born in the Philippines but was quickly moved to America. His father was in the Navy on leave visiting his grand parents when he met his mother. He stayed there for a month then went back to the U.S to get back to work. He lived a normal life, going to school and making friends. He played sports when he was in high school and was a strait A student. Everything you could ask for as a parent. His dad wasn’t home most of the time, but Lyric talked to him everyday.

When he was 19, off at college he was awaiting a phone call from his dad. He got a phone call but not the one he wanted. It was his mother calling, to tell him that his father got in a car crash while driving to HQ. He was devastated, but kept going as if nothing happened. He moved back with his mother to help her get back together and postponed college. He watched the comet go by and saw its beauty. Even took pictures. But soon his body started to feel…different. He began to slim and started to build muscle mass. He went to the doctor to see what was going on. The iron in his body was so high, the doctor wondered why he wasn’t dead yet. Months later he noticed a silver liquid would come from the pours in his body like sweat. Days after that he could control the liquid substance. He could even make extra limbs from it.

He went back to his doctor and after some test; the doctor said that the iron in ‘HIS’ body reacted to the waves that entered the atmosphere. On the news he was hearing about more people affected by the waves. So did his fiancés. She was scared of what might happen to him, If they would take him away. Her fears where correct. Soon, they started to take the changed away, to an island to seal them away. He was put on level one because they could control the metal in him using special metals that are also affected by the Xenon waves that neutralize the iron in his body. “This is no way for anyone to live. It is man’s fault.”

Power(s): Can create things out of metal substance that’s in his body.

Prison Level: Level 1

[Morpheaus]

This role play actually bears some resemblance to JMS' Rising Stars Series. Here's hoping it doesn't end in the same shitty fasion...

Name: Alan Heynan Aarons

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Alan has deep blue eyes, a pale complexion, ebony eyes, and a lean build. Despite these striking facial features most people tend to overlook Alan. This could most easily be attributed to his well below average height of 5’7. Being shorter than average is something of an advantage for Alan, he prefers to go unnoticed and would often wear drab colors, such as charcoal grey, matte black, and some dark blue. That was of course before his incarceration.

Personality: Not a very sociable person Alan prefers to live in his own world, exploring the infinite realms of his imagination, and building a world that no one can take away from him. There was of course a time when Alan possessed a very outgoing personality, but Devils Island is not a very friendly place. Since his arrival Alan has learned the true meaning of intolerance. Inmates turn their anger, sadness, and resentment on each other, and so Alan has retreated into his own world, preferring to avoid confrontation of any kind.

Bio: Mundane is the best word one could use to describe Alan’s life. Born to a middle class family in Detroit Michigan, he spent his younger days with the local kids, finding new ways to get into trouble. Eventually he developed a taste for art and was entered into a private school for the young and artistic. During this time he developed a habit of being somewhat unreliable and lost his interest in the arts. Friends and family alike were shocked at this, but few spoke of the event directly. Alan continued attending school, but without his one time enthusiasm for artistic pursuits he was quickly expelled.

Some years later he graduated from public high school and began dating a young woman named Julianne. The two were quite taken with each other, rushing into marriage only a few months after their first meeting. Within a few years Alan grew bored with Julianne; she was always pressuring him to pursue life as an artist, find his potential, and grow up. After a time he simply decided they weren’t right for each other and filed for divorce.

The decision surprised no one, at this point Alan’s habit of moving from one thing to the next had long since become normal and even Julianne was not shocked by the dissolution of her marriage.

When the comet brought its gift Alan’s life too a significant change, suddenly he became more alive than ever, reaching out to friends and family, displaying his ever growing mutation, and even returning to his art. Eventually the government made the decision that Alan and those like him were far too dangerous to live among ‘normal’ people.

It’s been a more than a year since he arrived at Nozith Dran, without his powers he had no outlet and so tried to reach out to those around him. Only the harshest of emotions greeted him and he in turn retreated into himself. After so long without access to his powers he has begun to crave their return, struggling everyday to find some method of escaping his prison. Madness has begun within Alan, it is man's fault.

Power(s): Reality manipulation on a near unlimited scale.

Prison Level: Vær Three

[Lord of Chaos]

Yay... people are joining... -bump- I would like at least like...one more before we start...but I would prefer we had about three more join.

[Ric]

((So am I good to join?? Just making sure))

[Lord of Chaos]

Yeah, you are dude. Er...please, more people join? I would like it if they actually participated in this one too... I have some great new ideas (pardon the contradicting pun) for this.

[call_me_canada]

Name: Isabelle, her friends and family have been calling her Izzy since she was younger though
Age: 23
Gender: female
Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...da/girls98.jpg

Personality: Tending to be a very social person, Isabelle favors being in larger groups rather then by herself. There is little in the world that can get her down, but that was before she was imprisoned along with the other mutants. Though she tries her best to remain the optimistic person she had once been it grows harder with everyday she spends within her cell.

Bio: Isabelle has been living within the confines of her cell for almost a completed year now, give or take a few days or months. Like most of the people that were now imprisoned on New Devil’s Island she had lived a completely normal life up until the arrival of the comet. She has been attending college when she had discovered her powers and was quick to keep them to herself after hearing of the imprisonment of mutants, but a simple mistake had been made somewhere along the line and Isabelle was found out.

The solitary conditions at which a majority of the prisoners are kept is enough to drive almost anyone insane over such an extender period of time. At the end of the first 7 months she had attempted to commit suicide to be awarded with a beating from the guards along with the gashes in her head from where she had rammed her head into the wall repeatedly. Her experience left her with the truth that she would never be able to leave this hell even if she were to try her best and so she tried to make the best of things. Most of the time she keeps herself occupied by drawing on the walls and floor of her cell with pieces of chalk and charcoal that are supplied to her by her guards.

Though these are small acts of kindness the guards tend to not even make eye contact with her at all costs, most of them seeing her as scum. She felt no different now but she had been discriminated against and sent to live and die in a hell no living creature should have to experience. Her pain and suffering is their creation. It is man’s fault.

Power(s): control of ice
Prison Level: Vær Four

[Eikre]

It is man's fault...

Name: Daisuke Kiske

Age:25

Gender: Male

Appearance:
I: Facial Appearance: A rather heart shaped head, topped with a mop of always messy black hair, that shines with the electricity that is almost always pouring out it, creating a disturbance whereever he goes, with his lavender-hued eyes sparking with the barely controled energy at bay, slightly slanted, like those ofhis Japanese heiritage
II: body appearance: Six feet tall exactly, with slimmer muscle groups desinged for dexterity and endurance, rather than strength. He is of a yellowish-pale skin tone, and he is,as a whole, very flexible.
III: Common Wardrobe: Daisuke wears and ovesized t-shirt and cargo shorts, prefering mobility over protection, fashioned with chains over the shoulders of the t-shirt sleeves, and his t-shirt is emblzoned on the chest

Personality: Light-hearted, friendly and charismatic, Daisuke is still quite happy, even though he was in containment for a couple of years, and yearns to live a simple life among friends. He enjoys music, working with technology, drawing, and

Bio: This is the one thing Daisuke keeps to himself...but here's what is known...

Life was simple...well...as simple as the inventors in Japan let it be anyways...okay so it wasn't really, considering Daisuke was a rather good mechanic himself. Being from a combonation of innovative and creative parents, that of a muscisian father, and an artist mom, Daisuke inheirted all their creativity genes and earned the mechanical gene someplace.... He had quite the extra curiccular activity time, and he has expande into Marital Arts, starting his own band, and research on the wordls myths and legends. All went well untill the day of the green comet, which Daisuke remembers quite fully...

and it's aftermath.

The day that he was taken away, it was almost as if there was no trace of Daisuke left. Why? Only because he could channel the potent life energies that makes our planet work the way it does...and he hopes to learn why the government put all of us "Evil Mutants" all in one special place...

Power(s): Pure energy. Pure, controllable, moldable, energy usable in almost any shape, element, size and power Daisuke wants. (Think the Sorcerer powers from D&D and expand them)

Prison Level: Vaer Four

ooc: Pardon my correction, but isn't Cania the eighth level of hell?

[Mitsukai]

((Hoorah for LoC, we need more of your RPs. Oh and excuse me for the bio, I've done it up fairly late at night so it probably seems pretty wacky.))

Name: Dorian Kuroi
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance: Dorian
Armour - Is quite similar to that in the picture seeing that it is skin-tight, except that it is created from a more plate-like carbon-fibre material that allows for easy movement but unparalleled protection. The armour is coloured jet-black but has streaks of silver that run through it, mainly between connections and joints.

Instead of blonde, Dorian's hair is dark crimson-like red with an unnatural tone to it, however this has always been Dorian's hair colour since been like this since birth. His eyes are both different, in that his left eye is green and his right is saffron-gold.


Personality: Dorian is manipulating, self-absorbed and present-concerned; meaning that he only cares about what is happening now, and what effect that has on him. As such, Dorian has no friends, but the presence of others hardly influences Dorian's mood or feelings, along with the decisions he makes, unless of course they are his victims.

Bio: Dorian's life was nothing until the day the comet had passed Earth, or at least that was what Dorian believed. He was born in New Orleans, into a dysfunctional and soon afterward divorced family, his mother the one to win custody over himself and his younger brother while he never saw his father again; who apparently moved to another state and simply started a new family of his own. Dorian never possessed the urge to find his father, but instead grew to hate him more and more with each passing day of his life, along with the rest of the world.

Dorian believes in power and the importance of existence. Honour means nothing to him aslong as he can achieve what he wants in any way possible to him. He learned and expanded his knowledge, yet he cared little about the grades and marks he would receive throughout school and college. Physical strength meant just as much as mental strength, however sports and competition was a waste of time to him, so he studied martial arts for the sole purpose of individual acceleration. This belief of his only grew stronger the day he received his new abilities. The only problem was that even though Dorian was both physically and mentally capable of possessing these abilities, it became increasingly difficult to control them on his own.

Eventually he was found out, when he one day erupted into a fit which involved him releasing waves of kinetic energy randomly in different locations. He was taken to Vær five initially so that his destructive power could be contained, but eventually an idea pricked the mind of a young yet accomplished scientist working at the mutant facility. The idea to use mutants as a weapon for the government. The young scientist was just barely given permission to present evidence of a successful mutant solider that possessed the characteristics of an entirely obedient and expendable slave within the time period of 24 weeks. The chosen mutant was Dorian.

Over this time period Dorian was changed dramatically in a physical sense, however he still possessed the same mind, the same belief and the same resentment. Of course Dorian wasn't clouded by anger, he was aware of the many attempts the scientist had made to wipe the young man's mind, so instead of resisting Dorian played along. The excitement and such high hopes for success were all that the scientist could think about, so manipulating the poor soul was an easy task for Dorian.

Soon Dorian will be presented the head of the facility, along with other leader scientists, as a cybernetic masterpiece. Now Dorian maintains full control of his abilities to (as much as he knows) the highest extent, and everything seems to be falling into place. The escort from Vær five to Vær central will be an exciting one for Dorian, all he needs is some sort of distraction; and he feels that the other mutants can help him with that. Soon the mutants will unleash havoc on the world. But the blame will not go to Dorian. It is man’s fault.

Power(s): Dorian is capable of releasing concentrated kinetic energy from any part of his body, except it isn't red like the stuff that comes out of Cyclops’s eye/s, just a transparent force. It can be used to propel him in a particular direction at high speed, or even crush his enemies against the force of another surface.
Prison Level: Vær five (In a specific cell that doubles as a private laboratory)

[Solarized]

Name: James Ashcroft
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.jlresource.com/images/terry2.jpg

Personality: James is the sort of character who doesn't know when to shut up. His comments are always sarcastic and sometimes it seems like he cares about only himself. However this isn't the case. Due to his powers James is secretly afraid that if he becomes too attached to someone then he will inadvertently change their future, and therefore he acts the way he does.

Bio: James was born, and practically lived, into the poverty stricken areas of Manchester, England. His family were hobos who lived off of whatever scraps of life they could find in the damp streets. James' father was an alcoholic who spent all his money and time drinking at the pub while his mother was ill with cancer and not fit to work. James also had a twin sister called Holly.

Over the next ten years James and Holly would realise that their family was slowly dying. There was no food on the table, the roof over their head was shoddy at best and there was no hope of a future for either of them if they stayed.

Around the age of eight the two of them started to steal food from the local markets to make up for the lack of nutrition they had at home. This career in crime would not only be the stepping stone to their future in crime but also their tight and close bond to each other.

At the age of fourteen both Holly and James' parents died, with the space of two weeks to be more precise. Their mother died of cancer whereas their father was knocked down while drunk on the street. This gave the two of them the chance to leave and start new lives. They made their way to London where they started to busk and pickpocket for their needs while staying at a youth hostel posing as backpackers.

When the news about the comet spread the city fell into chaos. Many started looting and causing chaos and the pair felt right at home, not taking the time to join in the "fun". As they looted they watched the comet fly by overhead and Holly jokingly advised James to "make a wish", which he did.

A year later James started to receive strange dreams, or nightmares to be more precise. There he saw himself being seperated from his sister, something he could never imagine hapenning.........but it did. james realised that he could see into the future, but he never saw what was going to happen next. Just as in his dream he was taken away from Holly and imprisoned at Nozith Dran.

It is man's fault that he is seperated from his sister.

Power(s): James was gifted with the ability to see into the future anytime he wants from a few seconds further to two whole years, however the further he looks the more dangerous it becomes. James also has a photorgaphic memory which he had before attaining his powers.

Prison Level: Vaer Three

Hope that's ok LoC

[Lord of Chaos]

OOC: Yeah...we can start...I'll post my bio later...recovering from a party... I just wanna get this baby off the ground. Thanks again to all of you for joining. It's people like you guys that make me stay here...actually good Role-Players.

Oh, read this post, it tells you how we break free. Well, how I almost fry everyone...but you're free dammit! That's all that matters...right? >.>


IC:

Silence.

This one term was considered golden by some. It was the state in which all was born... a silent vastness. It was the state to which all would someday return. It was enjoyed by those old of heart... hated by those who were young. In either case, it was all around, and at the moment, it was the only thing that addressed the "Unspoken" level of Nozith Dran.

The only sounds that were heard here were the sounds of scientists, guards, and the occassional visit from the mysterious Warden... other than that, this level stayed quiet at all times. The prisoners themselves couldn't really make a noise -- they were all in suspended animation. However, all good things must come to an end... and this silence was definately about to end.


Rumble...

Devil's Island had never really been known to have an earthquake. It was something very rare... as was any bad weather or disasters on this island, except the disaster of the cruel things that had went on in the past, over fifty years ago, and the things that went on now. However... it wouldn't last long...the rumbling within the Earth was growing louder, and, they were feeling it.

"... Report in soldier..."

~~ Warden, sir! I and the other guards were worried about this earthquake, we are worried that it might knock something loose, that some of the -- ~~

"Stow that talk, soldier... Just because an earthquake has never occured on this island...doesn't mean we aren't well enough prepared... Though I can't help but find it strange...this land is geo-centrically stable. Our scientists have the most advanced technology of the world...and they couldn't see this coming...how peculiar. "

The shadowy figure of the Warden sat back in his chair. Only four people had seen his face, the others would always look away or look down, as was the proper thing to do. He rarely ever left Central. He continued talking to himself, as he cut off the communications link...

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On Vær Five, down below the Earth...the soldiers were nervous, though, from what the Warden had told them, they felt secure. After all, he knew what he was talking about, right? The scientists were smart enough, they surely would have said something about this, if there was an issue. They slowly patrolled the corridors, passing the large, titanium steel doors, that were covered with a weird, red, faint field of energy. If one was to look into the small window on each door, they would see, floating in a chamber, fit to size for each prisoner. They were floating in mid-air, in total darkness, asleep... in suspended animation.


How wrong they were. As the earthquake finished... down in Block Alpha, Cell Seven, something had finally gone wrong...

In this cell happened to be a particularly dangerous mutant. He went by the name of Zeke... His powers were notorious around the prison. He wasn't the most powerful mutant alive, but he was damned sure dangerous and clever. Plus, it had been known that when he was normal...he had an anger issue, if someone ever crossed him.

At the bottom of the doors, wired had been shaken loose. This normally would be no problem...but they got caught in the close-skimming energy field... and were fried. These wires controlled the suspension ion waves that kept Zeke asleep. Within another minute...he fell to the ground. No alarm had been sounded yet... no one really felt a need for an alarm down here... the security was supposedly way too good.

Then again, it wasn't the first time human kind had made a mistake. Immediately thoughts of the Titanic could come to mind...the ship was too "unsinkable". Either way, it wasn't important at the moment. What was, was the fact that a very, very pissed off mutant was starting to flutter his eyelids, regain his bearings.

"...My head..."

Zeke stared into the darkness, until his eyes finally found the dark ceiling. He felt woozy, as if he had just slept off the worst hangover of his life. With a slight groan, he pulled himself to his feet, taking it slow and easy, as so he wouldn't fall down or anything. His skin felt numb, but in a tingly way. He knew what that feeling was... he was slowly regaining the bearings of his power.

"..Oh... now I remember..stuck in this Hell hole."

He couldn't remember quite how they had finally gotten him...but he knew it had to have been dirty and under-handed. No chance in Hell he would go down without a fight. He slowly rolled his neck around and felt it pop, and gave a relieved sigh. That felt so much better. He clenched his hands into fists, feeling the blood flowing normally in his body. He slowly looked up...seeing the small hole in the door...what fun... he could see that someone was looking through it...

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"Why did the Warden hang up on me? I was just worried..."

Nicholas Gretule had been working as a guard since the day Nozith had opened. It was a pretty sweet deal. It was great pay, he got a paid vacation, as well as a few other benefits. He was single, too, so that was all the more for him. The earthquake had finally stopped. He wasn't as worried anymore, but still, something didn't feel right. That was when he spotted something wrong with Cell Seven, Block Alpha...He slowly went up to the door and looked through the small window.... He suddenly felt himself pale.

It would be the last thing he felt.

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Within a moment, the door exploded. Zeke sent it and the guard flying across the space, against the door opposite of his, shattering the energy field on it. He slowly looked around before he spied down at the fried mutilated body of Nicholas. Zeke cocked his head to the side, and gave a small sigh.

"Poor bastard...shoulda never imprisoned me."

He slowly walked down the corridor, and saw the guards coming around the corner. How sad it would be; they thought they would be able to beat him again. That would be an impossibility, the only one that was certain in the universe. He brought up his hands, as he felt the brain waves they were giving off. It was all he needed...not even the other waves in the air were necessary. He flicked his fingers towards the guards, and smiled, as he watched their heads explode... one by one.


"I guess it's time to leave..."

Without another moment's hesitation, he distorted his own bio-rhythm waves, and slowly passed through the floor, and kept going up, until he found himself outside. He had luckily came up where there weren't the top three floors.... he was standing about fifty feet away from Vær Central.

"Time to free my brethren!"

Zeke closed his eyes...as he heard sirens go off for them to arrest him. He gave a small smile, before he focused on the waves of ultraviolet light in the air, along with the sound waves. He brought his full energy, and focus on the both of them...and caused them to collide...

The explosion that result, was tremendous and chaotic, while beautiful all at the same time. The prison levels shattered, freeing the mutants, as the levels underground became distorted, causing the barriers and such to be released. Zeke slowly fell down to one knee, as he observed that mutants were starting to run free. He gave a small smile, as he felt his duty had been done.

"Be free...you poor pathetic freaks of nature...so much like me."

Now he just had to find away to hold himself together so he could make an escape...

[Crimson Butterfly]

Here's to hoping I still got it...

Name: Nina DiMaio
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nina stands about 5'5, with deeply tan skin that reveal her Latin roots. She has jet black hair with the gentlest curl that falls neatly to the bottom tip of her shoulder blades, and a pair of deep-set, knowledgable green eyes. Nina is seldom seen without the silver cross her mother gave to her on her 7th birthday. Nina wears solemn colors, and is usually seen in black or grey.

Personality: An extroverted, determined, and sometimes stubborn young woman, Nina is not afraid to speak her mind, which can sometimes get her into trouble. Slightly selfish and very sensitive, Nina is not the kind of person who you want to make trouble with.

Bio: Nina was born and raised in an old Victorian mansion in upper Massachusetts, and fed a heavy dose of stories about magic, princesses, and castles with winding hedge mazes and handsome kings and gorgeous queens, by her many caretakers and servants.

Nina's life was flawed, however. Her father was a drunk, and he beat both Nina and her mother, as well as raping the servants and bringing home prostitues after long nights of heavy drinking. At the age of 9, Nina had been raped and beaten countless times by her drunken father. Soon, her father's buisness began to decline, and money stopped coming in. After her father fell into a deep depression, and later on killed himself, Nina's mother divorced him and moved into the slums of Boston, which was all she could afford.

Nina's mother worked three jobs, and still made very little money. Finally, when Nina was 11, she was left orphaned when her mother, telling Nina that she was going to the night shift of her third job, got in the car, and never came back. It was later relayed to Nina that her mother had driven her car off a bridge.

Nina was put into an adoption services, but after 3 years of hopeful waiting, she began to realize that the world wasn't as magical as she thought it had been. The world was cruel, she told herself. Love is a myth. Feelings exist only in the faery tales. Nina ran away from the orphanage, and turned to petty theft and drugs. At the age of 16, Nina had become the leader of a band of vagrant theives who were known for their brutal hatred of humanity itself.

It was truley man's fault.

However, soon, Nina began to see that this wasn't the place she was supposed to be. Her mother wouldn't want that. So Nina broke off from the group, which resulted in three bullets in her chest and a brutal beating. After a few months of rehabilitation, Nina recovered from her near death experience, and she got over her drug addiction. She finished school, and graduated 2nd in her grade. She decided not to go to college however, for she felt that she owwed to the many people who had taken care of her in her estate at Massachusetts to start up the family buisness again. Nina returned to the mansion, started up the buisness, and everything seemed to be going well. Nina had her life back.

The was when the meteor passed. Finally, when every piece of the puzzle Nina called her life, had been put back together, the puzzle was knocked over, and every piece scatterd across the floor. Nina developed tempermental pyrokinesis. It destroyed her mansion and her family. It destroyed her life.

Power(s): Nina has a form of tempermental pyrokinesis that is apparently interlocked with her emotions. She can only slightly control her abilities, and will have episodes where she and everything around her will ignite.
Prison Level: Vaer 5

(I'll edit later. Mother's Day, and whatnot.)