HEPH
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Thread Topic: HEPH
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In a dystopian society where anyone under the age of eighteen without a guardian is considered a criminal and should be murdered on sight, a superhuman designed to be an emotionless weapon escapes before s/he is completely finished being taught and is found by the other character/possible love interest. The superhuman was built to eliminate the parentless youth in the country by pretending to be one. blah blah balh
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RAPIST
Alright, I want to be the actual parentless kid, and a girl, if that's okay. -
Okay.
CAN WE BOTH BE GIRLS OKAY PLEAES -
Sure I don't care at all.xD
Charrie time? -
yes charrie time
also not it -
Name: D23M2 (Demi)
Appearance: Short, chin length blonde hair/one green eye, one amber eye/fit, average height, nice hips and breasts/small tattoo that reads D23M2 on left hip
Abilities: Incredibly intelligent/ stronger than the average "strong" male human/fast/agile/stealthy/heals very, very quickly
Weaknesses: Does not understand pain or how to cope with pain/has absolutely no idea how to react with other humans/not flexible at all/slightly emotionally unstable -
Name: Blake
Age: 16
Other: Acts mature enough that most people don't wonder her age, or don't care. Has been living on her own for six years, her older sister died when she was 10. Quite for the most part, avoids being seen around other guardianless children for obvious reasons.
Gah fine.
Blake walked down the street quietly, avoiding catching anyone's eye. She was pretty good at being invisible, and was happy with that. Better to be lonely and safe than happy and die. -
Oh and she has a small plugin place on the back of her neck. And she's 17.
They walked it to its cell. Its step was quieter than the guards, its gait smoother and more graceful.
"Remind me why they made it female?" one guard grunted. "It doesn't respond to anything, and we have to call the thing an it, and we're not allowed to touch it. Why give it a sex?"
"It's easier for them to make more if they do, if you know what I mean," the other replied. He'd been working with the incorporation longer than his coworker, and because of that, knew more about the superhuman. "I don't know how they'd be able to do that, though. It doesn't respond to anything.
It had a capsule sort of device, that they buckled it into in case anything ever went wrong, and a small box within the capsule that hooked up to a little port on the back of its neck. The box provided nutrients due to the fact that it hardly consumed any solid foods, despite its excellent metabolism.
"It won't even do anything if we don't lock it up," the more experienced employee said. He slammed the capsule door and the two of them walked out of the room. The lights in the small room shut off and the door slid shut. -
Blake made it home safely, walking inside and frowning at the empty building. It was a nice home, her family had by no means been underprivileged. But she didn't know how much longer she'd get to stay here before someone realized Blair Bellinspire was dead. Blake was amazed she'd been left alone this long, but that could of been because of Blair's friends.
As soon as Blair had realized she was dying, she'd made arrangements in an attempt to keep Blake safe.
Blake's eyes filled with tears as she thought about her sister, but she quickly choked them down. Crying would do no good. -
It stood in the capsule, breathing silently.
Five minutes later, the building was alive with red flashing lights, the wailing of a warning siren, and an escaped superhuman. She tore down the hallways and out into the night. -
Blake checked the fridge, and smiled slightly. Blair's friends had promised to completely take care of Blake. That included paying off bills, and stocking the fridge.
Blake would feel privileged if she wasn't so lonely. She sighed, quickly grabbing some things and making a sandwich before sitting down at the table and flipping on the t.v. -
It looked mature, maybe nineteen or so. It was easily lost in the crowds on the street, and managed to escape unharmed that night.
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Blake frowned, finding nothing interesting on. She finished eating and got a soda, then proceeded to go to the living room and collapse on the couch with a book.
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It wandered the streets until it was too tired to continue. Not knowing what to do, it climbed the steps to the front door of a house and settled for the night.
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Blake thought she heard something outside, and stood up, slowly looking toward the door.
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