_____ _ _ _ _ _: C r e a t I o n :



Let the dreamer awaken.

This is an INSANE ASYLUM slave roleplay, where the twisted are sold off to the rich to play with, and if you aren't literate and can't exactly stomach perticular things, I suggest you leave.


Have you ever wondered what lingered in the deepest, most private corners of others minds?


Were you ever curious....to know, if perhaps there was a split personality somewhere submerged within someone you cared about, refusing to show its face to the world?
What would you do if such a thing managed to expose itself?
How would you react?

What if...it tried to live in the world, feeding off the very beings that gave it life?


Trying to survive.



Trying to pass as something that might have once been able to be human.


What would you do?

This, my friend, is their story. How they survive...thrive...live...breed...



...and all eventually die.


Dare to join?





F.Y.I.:

I'll be drawing scenes from this thread.

So, if your character intrigues me enough, I'll be drawing them! Da dah DUUUH.

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_____ _ _ _ _ _.:: Story ::.

This thread is about a secluded hospital, run by the company known as CreatIon. They specify as genetic engineers, and the story begins with them experimenting on figuring out how to make supersoldiers to sell off to governments around the world.

Pretty intense. And that little paragraph doesn't even begin to describe the coolness of it all.

So yeah.

Just read on. It'll make sense, I promise.

_____ _ _ _ _ _.:: Setting ::.


To say the location was a secluded hospital out in the middle of nowhere would be an understatment. This...lab, was so isolated from the outside world not simply to hide the devious experimentation going on within its walls, but to contain whatever may be created from being exposed.

Whatever they were doing within its ivory white encagment, they definetly did not want it to...

...spread.


A thick, untouched by human hands forest surrounds the building, with a single dirt road snaking away from the seven-story hospital into the gut of the forest. Simple concealment, really, but efficient.



:: Current Weather ::.


The temperature is very warm, around 72 degrees with a slight breeze. Everything is in bloom and the sky is clear.

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_____ _ _ _ _ _:: Rules ::.


1, You need to be LIT/ADV. If you are not, then you can't join. 'Cuz if u tlk lyke ths then no1 will want 2 read ur stuf.

2, I allow romance. It's no big deal to me; so go crazy. Although, keep in mind MENEWSHA'S RULES. Go somewhere else to do all that wonderfulness.

3, Your PM title should be 'CreatIon Creature' otherwise I'll just delete it without even giving it a second's glace. >_<

4, I don't care what you are, so don't ask.

5, Swearing is fine, but let's not just have an octave of cuss words in place of the rp.

6, I can boot you if you get out of hand, so no spamming/reporting or other crap like that.

7, This thread is for the more mature specimens of humanity. If you can't stomach alot of things...say violence, disturbing images/thoughts/actions, then I highly suggest you leave.

8, So I know you really read the rules, put this feller somewhere in your skeleton PM: :drool:

If you break the rules:

First: Warning
Second: 1 day ban
Thrid: 2 days banned from the rp room
Fourth: Banned permanently

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OHOH, you'll just have to read what I post to find out! SO THERE. >:[

I have three characters. Two are introduced in my intro...the third is coming along later in the rp when we hit a rought spot and the rp needs to be prodded along.

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Black blood dripped onto the floor, toxic steam rising from the concrete as the inky fluid began to eat away at the processed rock with an acidic hunger. Unhuman hands clenched onto smooth, indestructible cage bars, the being's pasty grey skin showing scratched and scarred areas covering the entirety of its body. A shadow was cast over the thing that lay inside, hiding all but its two arms and hands that clung to the bars pathetically.

A voice peirced through the silence.

"It's stable. Its heartbeat is 1.53% offbeat, but other than that, it seems fine."

That voice...

...the tone was bitter, cold, and unforgiving, like a winter with a bad attitude. Lifeless. Emotionless. As if whoever took ownership over the eerie tone had seen so many innocent deaths, that it didn't know the difference between cruelty and compassion.

The figure that stood over the thing in the cage bent over, grasping one of the hands that clung to the icy bars. The being pulled the other's hand through, up to just where the thing's upperarm started and forearm ended. The thing in the cage let out a throaty groan, sounding like the moan of a man intertwined with the shrill cry of something...
...something so unnatural, so, beastlike and shrill, so in pain, that the mere cry that escaped its cracked lips tugged feircly at the heartstrings of the other scientists that stood on the sidelines, while the one in perticular clutched the thing's hand in his own.

The one scientist, who went by the name 'Dr. Esquaron,' turned the thing's pale hand over in his own, exposing defined veins pressed up against the base of its wrist. Dr. Esquaron slid a srynge out of the inside of his colorless coat, a slightly pulsating, unnatural violet liquid sloshing softly in the small glass cylender that made up the majority of the shot. The pointed tip was then pressed over the thickest vein, and then slid into the thing's softly pulsing vein, and it cringed, but didn't pull away, as if it knew better; as if it knew there was a worse punishment than the sharp sting of the needle sliding into its skin.


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Dr. Esquaron emptied the contents into the thing's wrist, pulled the shot out, and stood, brushing off his coat for no apparent reason. "Keep monitoring him. We don't want another one dying on us...not when we're so close." Truth be told, Dr. Esquaron was the only one there that still called it a 'him.' The grey hand withdrew into the cage bars, a soft whimper escaping its lips. A few nods and whispered orders, and Dr. Esquaron started to the door, running an elegant hand through his sleek raven black hair. It fell loosley infront of his eyes and over his ears, giving a boyish cuteness to his sharp features, that completely clashed with the defined, sharp elegance that graced his handsome face. His icy grey eyes glistened against the soft glow of computer screens as he exited into a noiseless white hallway, that was soon filled with a sharp, peircing scream of something from another room. He shut his eyes in annoyance; how many experiments were going to reject their new DNA tonight?

Oh, to use mere words to describe the complex abyss of his eyes! Their soft, grey hue would draw one to gaze at them closely, and then they would notice the soft ring of an unnaturally bright yellow brimming his slitted pupils. The grey surrounding the sharp yellow was darker...thicker...than the whispy grey that bordered the outside of his eyes. His gaze unnerved most, making one blush at the realization that they had been staring for over a minute into the intricate beauty of his bewitching eyes. Of course, he was handsome. Hell, in a woman's perspective, he was downright gorgeouse. Tall, 6'2" to be exact, with a lean, fit body that had been exposed to no one but the mirror. He'd get atleast three confessions a month...usually from a co-worker...and then he'd have to consume them so he wouldn't be pestered by their mortal needs.


Marcus let out a heavy sigh.
Even though he had lost the ability to speak, he still had a very much human mind. And as if the numbered and lettered tattoo that scarred him was the only thing that made it clear he was no longer human. Just the mere image of the man he had once been...his sun-kissed skin had been depleated to a pastey grey, his fit figure losing its overall lustor, leaving him to have only his muscles and bones sharply defined beneath his pale skin. He still held the general features of his face; high, defined cheekbones that sat on an elegantley and slightly poetic face. His height was the same, as well as his overall body sturcture. But that's without going into detail. A forked, black, whip-like tongue slid out from between thirsty lips, glistening in the soft glow of machinery, neon venom dripping from the tips. Really, it was just his spit, that had taken on an acidic, deadly accent to it. What had they injected him with? He remembered they had told him what they were doing to him in the beginning....something about blending DNA...with...what was it again? A puff-adder? Yes, that was it. And what else? He knew there was something else...Oh, yes, he remembered.

A raven.

Marcus was very much awake now.

The ponderings over the excuse of a life he was forced to live sparked his mind to function.

His left hand subconciously reached behind his back, to run his fingertips gingerly over the smooth, vertical mounds that were about the width of two fingers pressed together, and the height of around a foot. He cringed, pulling his hand away. So they've finally done it.

They've given him wings.

Or at least, the starting of wings.


'The substance Father E just gave me must've been more raven DNA...' he thought pitifully. Augh...he grimaced at the thought. Father E. That's what that monstrocity of a man made him call him. He hated how he had to referr to him as his Father...that hideouse, hideouse being. He didn't even deserve the right to be called human...humans knew the difference between cruelty and compassion, yet he displayed none. He'd never showed any desire or interest in any of the females...

Females? What was he thinking?! Women! WOMEN! This place was turning him into a scientifical freak. Marcus coiled tighter into a fetal position, his spine popping slightly at the strained effort. He ran his forked, black tongue over the back of his fangs, and then over the deep grooves in his jaw. They'd really changed him...he rememberd when they'd made it possible for his jaw to grow back, deepening in the edges, so that his agape maw would be quadruple the amount of how wide he could open it. They were really trying to turn him into some sick crossover of a snake...small, black scales peppered over some few areas of his body, glistening with a pearlescent blue glow under direct light. A winged snake...who'd of thought it.


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Marcus rose to a cross-legged position, as a gentle finger tapped lightly against the steel bar, snatching his attention away from his ponderings over his inner destruction.

"Food." a voice cooed, sliding in a dead rabbit.

The tone was sweet, almost seductive. The voice--clearly female--sounded like sugary honey being drizzled into a glass of warm milk. Marcus took his raw dinner wordlessley.

'God...and to think, two weeks ago I thought them giving me bread was bad.' he thought, grimacing down at the limp, lifeless corpse in his hand.

"You could atleast say thank you..." the female voice said. Marcus' gaze rose from his meal to the woman, his eyes connecting to her soft brown gaze. "...or say something. It's really lonely once all the others leave..." Of course it was. She was the one who watched over...the ones like him at night. She sighed, and slumped up against the side of the cage with her back turned to him. "I wish you'd atleast say something to me. I give you food...and I don't prod you or anything." She glanced over her shoulder, to see Marcus cradling the dead rabbit in his clawed hands, that lay limply in the interception of his crossed legs. A tear rolled down the side of her cheek, as she turned away, and choked out, "Aren't I pretty enough? Even for you...?"

What?

What had she just said?

The woman turned slightly to Marcus, her hand trailing against the lock that lay untouched on his captivity's door. "I wouldn't say anything....and I doubt you would either...nobody's here..." She slid a key out from her coat, and then clicked it in the lock, forcing it open. She opened the door, reaching in to him with a smooth hand, covered with porcealine-white skin. He shivered as her fingertips touched his tail...his hideouse tail, that in reality looked twisteldey magnificent on him, but he thought was discusting. A smile blossomed on her lips...and hot, angry tears stung the corners of his eyes. "Come here..." she cooed, leaning in the cage closer to him.

How dare she!

Mock him in his most twisted of states...when the want for a woman's flesh was stronger than ever, but the mere glance of his hands sharply reminded him that he was far from human.

What an idiot girl...wasn't she warned about the monster he was? Didn't she know what he was capable of?



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He shot his clawed hands forward, jerking her into the cage, digging his claws into the sides of her head, and he could hear and feel her skull cracking under the pressure of his dagger-like claws.

What was he doing?

He couldn't...

...stop....

She gurgled a scream, a hideous, beautiful sound, that made his black blood pump faster through his enhanced veins...but it was cut short as his mouth jerked forwards and bit down into her delicate windpipe, his stretchable maw almost encircling completely around her neck, his razorlike teeth sinking into her soft flesh...and she fell limp in his arms, her warm, soft body now lifeless, as he continued to tear at her throat and eat it greedily.

Look at you Marcus.

Eating a woman.




He flung the rabbit out of his cage harshly, and rolled the dead woman's out. Her smoothly waved hair was stained with her own blood, her red, delicious blood that had tasted so very sweet on his tongue....

Ugh.

How disgusting.

What kind of monster had they turned him into? Was he really about to consume the entirety of another human?!

But he wasn't human.

Not even close to a shadow of the sturdy image of a man he had been.



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Wait. His cage was...

...open.





He started torwards it delicatley, in case this was some sort of trap. Marcus gingerly reached his hand towards the space that lay outside his cage...only to be drawn back painfully as his cage door snapped shut against his wrist, lights flashing on suddenly and loudly in the lab. He cringed at the fullblown light. Had it been so long since he'd been exposed to it? Scientists suddenly flooded into the lab, shuffling around the dead woman as if she were just a mere peice of trash lying in the street.
"Well, he has no intentions to breed..." one muttered, gazing down at the dead woman. Suddenley, the room fell silent, as someone entered.

"Dr.Esquaron..." a voice said respectfully, as he made his way to Marcus' cage. He ignored the voice that uttered his name, his gaze connected with Marcus' fiery eyes. Those eyes...

...an eerie obedience rose up in Marcus' chest, one that made him squirm beneath Dr. Esquaron's intense gaze. Dr. E strolled right up to him, and bent over to his eye-level. Marcus looked pathetic; slumped up against the back of his cage, one hand supporting his weight while the other lay throbbing in his lap, his legs slightly bent at the knees, his chest still rising and falling with the rush of adrenaline-enhanced breathing.

"Marcus, what is wrong with you? I gave you a pretty gift...don't you want it?"

Marcus stared blankey at Dr.Esquaron...his voice was smooth and sultry, but it's deepness and overall lustor demanded immediate attention towards him.

"It doesn't matter. She was only a harlot anyways. Don't feel bad my boy."

After that, he stood, turned, and left, as did the other scientists. After the room was empty, the lights clicked off, shutting Marcus yet again in an icolated world of silence and darkness.


((The thread is now OPEN!


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The sounds, the smell, all revolting. The place smelled of a lab. Yet did not at the same time. Voices were all over the place. The cage next to her getting the attention today. As most of the time it did. Not that it provoked jealously from the girl. She more than welcomed the time alone. After all, in a damned place like that her zen was tested at each possible moment. She was very much like a creature waiting. At least that's what it could have been viewed by most. To others she was simply shy, while to a select few she was scared. The true answer was none of the above. Or, maybe it was all the answers.

The girl looked very small in the right corner. Her legs were tucked behind her as the rest of her body was pushed out slightly. Jiva rarely moved from the position. Unless provoked to. Even she needed to be fed sometimes. Next to her, just outside of the cold metal bars she could hear the doctor. Working with.. Marcus his name was? Something like that. He rarely spoke himself. Or at least after he was broken. He seemed to be just another her. Jiva wasn't broken. Just unsuspecting after all. She had attacked the doctor in the past, and would sure as hell do it again.

Jiva blinked her pure black eyes once. Drawing in a very slow breath. Ah, her first signs of life in a few hours. When standing the girl was about six feet tall. Her frame was servery malnourished. Jiva was fed, she just did not eat it. At least most of the time. Speaking of food, it seemed to have been coming. At least from the honey tone voice of one of the female doctors. She passed Jiva's cage. Setting a plate of bread down. They were never sure what to feed her. Since Jiva never ate. The female went along her way. Allowing Jiva to release a long held sigh. She reached forward, taking a small part of the bread and eating it quickly.

She quickly went back to her corner. Bringing one leg up to lean her dark-haired head on. Next to her she could hear the sounds of a sort of temptress going on. Were they trying to mate the being who resided in the cage next to her? The female voices went on and on. Normally bringing a sickness to the stomach of any body listening. Not to Jiva. At least that night. The twisted girl was curious to see how this would carry out. With a jingle of some keys, the sound of metal opening. Was she really going inside? Seconds...long seconds of silence before the blood curling screamed echoed threw the room. The women had gotten what she deserved. Bone crunching, slipping sounds, then a room filled with people. It was really all an experiment.... how sick..

Jiva listened intentionally. She was moving slightly more. Though staying in her dark corner. The scientists were speaking until the head walked in. The room seemed to fall completely silent under the eye of the respectable man. It seemed only minutes before they left again. Leaving the room in dark.

She reached out again, taking another slice of bread. She ate it slowly. not wanting to really get involved into anything. Jiva herself could not see a thing in the darkness. With her eyes, they were much like wearing a dark pair of sunglasses. At night she was blinded, leaving everything to be a simple guessing game. A sigh came from the girl's lips. As a short pain came from her stomach. aching her entire body. As a slight hiss rose from her lips. That small hiss alone was the first she she said in probable weeks.

{......Wow! O.O those intros are really good! theres no way I could do that well! *sigh* might as well try*}

Inquisitive grey eyes looked out from behind a dark grey barred door and a pale white hand slid along it softly. The only sound that could be heard in the cage furthest from the one the doctors had called Marcus was the silent murmuring of a girl sitting in the corner with eyes closed tightly. The grey eyes of Niya turned from the crimson pool of drying blood to her older sister Illiana with a small smile playing softly on her lips, "I hpe they feed us next! It's been days since I've had a good meal!" Amber eyes opened to reveal two small tears flow from them down the older sister's cheek, "What? How can you be thinking of food at a time like this? They just sent that woman into that cage knowing she was going to die!" Illiana mumbled under her breath some more and hugged her knees closer to her chest. Niya rolled her eyes slightly, "Come on Illiana, your strgnger than this! We've only been here about a week and your already crumbling to rubble!" Illiana leapt from the fetal posistion she had been in to stand angrily in front of younger sister, her white-blonde hair blowing slightly with her movements, "It's a week to long Niya! They haven't even told us why we are here? It may have only been a week but it feels like a year to me!" Her tone softned as she felt more tears pooing in the corners of her eyes, "I'm not as strong as you might think I am Niya." She sat on the cold floor again, that had been the most vocal she had been the whole week the two had been in the cage. She hadn't meant to go silent, it had just happened, not even her sister's witty rambling to the doctors that prodded and probed them could get her to speak, but something about seeing that lady killed in a fit of hunger that she only knew to well had clicked something in her brain.
Niya couldn't speak, she hadn't heard Illiana speak that much in her whole life. The most she had gotten were maybe a few small sentances on a good day. She hadn't realised just how much getting captured had had on her. She looked away from her sister, silent for the first time that whole week and looked at the blood on the floor and the trail it lead to through the cage, a deep burning in her stomach as she repated the way she was killed. She instantly felt envious of the one named Marcus, the doctors seemed to favour him, just cause he was a male, and gave him everything he wanted.

{bleh... that was terrible to say the least >.<}

The silence was overbearing.

Marcus leaned up against the back of his cage, trembling.



What had just happened?


The sweet, pungent flavor of the woman's blood lingered on his black tongue, and he swallowed heavily, a sudden ache beginning to grow in his abdomen as the blood hit his stomach.



Weird.




A hiss, and the soft murmuring of two females. When had the others been transferred to this room? Maybe they were new, and maybe....maybe he just hadn't noticed they've been there the whole time.

Pointless to think about it though; they were all shrouded in darkness, so it was impossible to see where the others sat, to see their deformities, to see their hopeless faces. He tilted his head back, raven blue hair sliding over his shoulders and dropping down his back as the back of his head pressed against the bars, strands of his hair catching on his stubs of wings that had started to grow slowly out of his back.


And then....

...his heartbeat seemed to thicken.

Each pulse was more strained, to the point where he had to lean forwards, agonized by the effort his beating muscle had to go through, just to move his black blood through his system. W-why....why did it hurt so much....?


A cold sweat broke out over his grey skin. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each forced breath, his ribs pressing up drastically beneath his hueless flesh as he gasped in the stale air. The pain seemed to melt down into his belly, and his muscles gave a violent twitch, and the pain escalated tenfold.

What the HELL?!

An agonized moan escaped his parted lips, rolling past his pointed teeth in a bestial groan that seemed to pool in the silent air. His hands shot to his abdomen, pressing the muscles, which had grown unnaturally hot. This, this pain! A white-hot burning, a melting, a searing ache that trembled through his stomach muscles. A sudden bulge tore beneath his skin, splitting within him, and he let out a cry, one that rose from deep within his throat and bubbled out in a hot wail that only escalated in pitch as the bulge broke through his skin, the inner flesh illuminating his cage as it glowed a bright, neon purple.

The tear in his skin seemed to pause, seemed to contemplate if it wanted to continue pushing through his skin or not.

And after an exact time span of 1 minute and 13 seconds, the bulge seemed to decide to proceed; flicking out thick, glowing tentacles of violet, expanding out of his abdomen and tearing up his chest cavity as it pushed its way out.



And then, it stopped.



Hot tentacles hanging down his torso, they just seemed to freeze and drop, losing whatever energy was backing them and causing them to force their way out of his body. They hung there and glowed, and all Marcus could do was stare down in complete disbelief, as the heat they radiated seemed to slowly cool, the violet glow that illuminated off of their form starting to fade.

Her bread was gone. Each slice now left her feeling pain in her stomach. Probably since it was not sure what food even was. At least it had been like that for weeks now. Across she could hear the whispers of the sister. They were brought in earlier that week. Jiva was surprised they were allowed to stay with each other. Normally everyone was alone in a cage... Or at least that was how it seemed.

She moved in the cage suddenly. Each of her bones seemed to crack into place. Some one in the room. Something was going on. She could hear it. The heart beat, the enhanced breathing, even her eyes seemed to grasp any sort of light the room had to offer.

Suddenly the pained moan came from the cage next to hers. Such activity from there that night. Maybe the blood of the women had not been sitting very well. Jiva could not see what was going on, though the sudden entrance of neon purple seemed to flow the room.Giving everything a deep purple shine. Except of coarse Marcus who was glowing fairly brighter.

Jiva moved herself to try and get a better view. She was active that night. So much going on in such a short time. Then came a sickening plop. Much like tearing flesh. Weird how Jiva would know what that sounded like. She looked into the cage of the raven. Seeing the bright glowing purple tentacles. For what purpose did they serve? Why were they there? The scientists were sure to be coming to look soon...

((Uhh, writers block >.<))

((You should fullsize mah picture so you can see his face expression better. X3))

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