+Anima the Roleplay part 2 (Because part 1 was burried alive.)

Merry Christmas, and as my gift to IA, CS123, and Batella I'm bringing this rp back to life... finally... your welcome.

When we left off, the beasts and crusaders were recovering from their battle, but a couple new people in town have changed everything. Brian, and his second in command Roger have come to the hospital with Owen, a mysterious patient who they have just killed. This sends the whole hospital into a panic. Carsea has run off with the new girl in town, and other people are at stuff in the hospital. Meanwhile Kyrine and Gabriel are dealing with the fact that they are now out of a fluke, married.

I think that's about it. We will now time skip to the next day. It's a Tuesday. Brian and his new crew of doctors and a nurse have escaped with Owen. Roger is probably serving pancakes, and people are probably back at school now. So kids, please have your way with this rp. If you need a more in depth description, the second origional can be found in the rp graveyard page 2.

No GMing.
No OOC fighting.
Swearing is cool (especially if you could come up with +Anima racial slurrs and such to add efect.) but don't go over the edge, and bleep out anything a little intense.
Romance is good. But nothing graphic, and don't let it take over the rp.
If you are in a gang the two gangs are, the Crusaders (Anti +Anima.), and the Beasts (+Animas.) You can make your own smaller gangs, but those are the two major ones.
I'd prefer to have students only for the rp, but other than that I'm only allowing school staff members, I want the rp to focus on the school.
I'm putting a character cap for one character for now, and if things go well I might add a second character option, but you can only have one of each race.
I can change and add rules as I see fit.
To show you understand and accept the rules, in the space "What would your character do for a Klondike bar?:" put in "My character prefers the great taste of Charlston Chew."

Character Sheet:

Username:
Name:
Age:
Occupation: (If student put student and grade here.)
Race:
Appearence:
+Anima form: (Pictures or descriptions.)
Affiliation: (Gang and viewpoint.)
History:
What would your character do for a klondike bar?:
Other:

Username: TokoToTheEnd
Name: Antha Cross
Age: 17
Occupation: Student (12th)
Race: +Anima, primape-human (part monkey)
Appearence: https://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20brown%20hair/PickFairy/anime%20girls%20with%20brown%20hair/Prettybrownhairedgirl1.jpg
+Anima form: Gains a monkey tail and ears, along with fur paws
Affiliation: Not in a gang and doesn't care either way, but sides with the +Animas more
History: Antha lived a typical life as a middle child, but after becoming an +Anima, she had to hid part of herself away. She cut off some of her ties and became more introverted. But she still tries her hardest in school so that she can graduate and move away to go to college. She wants to be a teacher since she had always admire her's. When Antha was young her family went to a zoo. Antha managed to run off on her own to go see the monkey exhibit. But the floor was wet near the cage. When Antha ran over to the cage to see the monkies, she slipped and fell hard, cracking her head open. The last thing she remembered before waking up in a hospital was one of the monkies reaching out to her. She soon found out what she was and although she didn't understand she didn't tell anyone.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: "My character prefers the great taste of Charlston Chew."
Other: N/A

((Nattie... this is a ridiculously amazing Christmas present. <3 Thank you so much. ^^))

My Old Character Profiles

Username: ConfusedShipper123
Name: Caresa
Age: 15
Occupation: Student; Freshman (1st year in high school)
Race: +Anima; Feline-Human (part cat)
Appearence: Caresa has turquoise-colored eyes, and medium
length black hair. She is slender and is about 5'3".
+Anima form: When Caresa is in her +Anima form, she gains a
cat's sensitive nose, her eyes form similar to theirs, as well
as ears and paws and claws upon her hands and feet, and a tail.
Affiliation: She isn't in a gang. She wants both sides to live
in peace.
History: Caresa grew up in a home with her troubled, young,
and emotionally immature, parents who spoke sparingly and did
all they could to stay out of the house very frequently. When
they were home, they often fought over very small things in
their disorganized home. Caresa spent most of her time trying
to be sympathetic to her mother, and understanding to her
father. Yet the two of them wouldn't let her into their lives,
and they grew continually more distant. Caresa practically
raised herself. When she was alone one day, however, when she
was about eight-years-old, and her parents weren't in the
house, someone broke into their cramped home intending to take
all of their few and significant belongings. Caresa tried to
stop him, but he managed to shove her outside, down the
backyard's steps. She hit her head on the railing, and then
crashed to the paved ground that was in front of the steps.
She was hardly concious, and bleeding when her gaze met a
stray cat's, and she transformed. She climbed back up the
stairs, and crawled back inside, to see the place trashed and
the man gone. Her parents weren't happy at all when they
finally got home, and almost took violent action toward her.
Instead, they retreated to their room, very upset, and leaving
her to clean the whole house. Neither one of them had seen her
+Anima form, and she'd planned to keep it that way.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: My character
prefers the great taste of Charleston Chew.
Other: Caresa is the neighbor and semi-close friend of Aidan.

Username: ConfusedShipper123
Name: Aidan
Age: 16
Occupation: Student; Sophomore (second year in high school)
Race: Human
Appearance: Aidan
+Anima form: N/A
Affiliation: Crusaders; He doesn't think that +Animas should
exist the way that they do, and that they should either be
cured somehow or gotten rid of; yet doesn't believe that they
should be made a spectacle.
History: Aidan wasn't raised to hate the +Anima, or that they
were wrong. His family, his parents and his younger brother
did attend the churches that said that they were not good
creatures. But regardless, he'd seen a couple of them before,
and they didn't seem to be doing anything wrong. They were
just people, with some animal features. But then came the day,
that he saw a +Anima lose control. It was a part mountain-lion
+Anima, whose arms and legs became the legs and paws, and most
of their face, except for their hair, became such an animal.
His little brother, only three at the time, came close to it
while in its form, and touched him. The +Anima was hardly a
person anymore, at least in Aidan's eyes. It seemed almost
completely animal. And they attacked the child brutally. His
parents weren't home; they were off doing some work at the
church, and Aidan was supposed to watch his brother. He tried
to approach it, but he couldn't... the child stood no chance.
Aidan was eight years old. From that day on, Aidan vowed to
hate the inhumane creatures, and take revenge. The family
moved to Humbleton, and he moved in next door, into a
similarly run-down home next door to Caresa, a year before she
became a +Anima herself. Their friendship was a close one, and
they confided many things in each other. He told her about
even his brother, though it took nearly a year to do so.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: My character
prefers the great taste of Charleston Chew.
Other: Aidan has known Caresa for a while, but does not know
her secret--that she is a +Anima.

Username: ConfusedShipper123
Name: Amanda Rivvers
Age: 17
Occupation: Student; 12th Grade/Senior; volunteers at the
hospital and hopes to work there for a while out of school
Race: Human
Appearence: Amanda is about 5 foot, 3 inches; somewhat short.
with shoulder-length, straight, light brown hair and bangs
that fall just above her eyes, and in them at the longest. She
is somewhat slender and has wide, gray-blue eyes, and wears
nondescript clothing, like jeans and black pants and t-shirts.
+Anima form: None
Affiliation: Generally neutral; she thinks that the +Anima are
somewhat strange, but does not reject them, and thinks that
the fighting between Beasts and Crusaders is just pointless
violence that will only end up with more fighting in the end.
History: Amanda's family didn't usually attend whatever
churches that seemed to be "causing" the tension among the
+Anima and humans, mostly because they usually went during the
standard Christmas and Easter services. They always left her
up to make her own decisions, and supported her mostly, yet
seemed to have a special place of encouragement on her part
academically. And pressure for her future. Recently, her
Aunt's family revealed that their child had become a +Anima,
her 9-year-old boy cousin, who gives her a slight bit more
sympathy for them. And a greater concern, due to his
fascination with the Beasts gang.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: My character
prefers the taste of Charleston Chew.
Other: Is actually a huge procrastinator who manages to excel
academically without trying as hard as others should, which
has earned her a couple of not-so-kind comments. And is hardly
functional without coffee in the morning. Or at 1 A.M. working
on a school project. She also tends to rant in her head. She
also has reading glasses.

((If anyone wants to read the original text of the roleplay, I can send it to you. Just shoot me a message. ^^' Merry Christmas, everyone!))

Finished. If I messed up the history just tell me and I'll change it.

This made my day for forever. This is the BEST Christmas present ever! Thank you so much.

Username: internet addict
Name: Kyrine
Age: 15
Occupation: (If student put student and grade here.) Freshman
Race: Reptile-human
Appearence: Waist-length yellow-blond hair, jewel-bright green
eyes, milky white skin, tattoo on the nape of her neck,
usually wears loose pants and pretty open necked shirts
+Anima form: (Pictures or descriptions.) Rattlesnake head
attached to her shoulders, skin with a slightly scaly look to
it
Affiliation: (Gang and viewpoint.) Beast (+Anima) Mostly wants
the segregation between +Anima and non +Anima to end, and
really believes in her rights.
History: Kyrine's parents were happy to have had a baby girl,
and they loved her greatly. A few years later, when she was
playing with some old rope, trying to make it into a necklace,
it got caught on something and pulled tight around her neck.
Kyrine was young and didn't know what to do, she couldn't
scream out because air was quickly leaving her lungs, and she
couldn't claw it away from her neck. Almost all consciousness
had left Kyrine, and she fell over making slight contact with
a snake that was slithering nearby. Kyrine's head turned to
that of a snake's and she slipped out of the noose she had
accidentally created for herself. Kyrine didn't know how she
survived, but when she ran inside, her mother screamed, and
Kyrine ran over to a mirror, seeing the snake head on her
body, seeing how her skin almost resembled scales. She
couldn't believe that she was +Anima. After that day, Kyrine
was never the same- not just because of being +Anima- but she
wasn't the carefree little girl that she used to be.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: "My
character prefers the great taste of Charlston Chew."
Other: She can be kind of sarcastic at times.

Username: internet addict
Name: Carter
Age: 15
Occupation: Student; Freshman
Race: Human
Appearence: Red hair that falls into his emerald green eyes.
He's tall about 5'11 and skinny.
+Anima form: (Pictures or descriptions.)
Affiliation: Crusaders
History: Carter used to be best friends with Kyrine, before
she became +Anima. They did almost everything together, and
then came the day when she told him her secret. He couldn't
believe it. Kyrine-- sweet innocent Kyrine was one of those...
those beasts. Carter was disgusted with what she had become
and swore that he would avenge her. He thought of her as if
she were dead-- because in his eyes, she was. Kyrine would
never be the same person, no matter how much people tried to
convince him otherwise. After that day, he's gone out of his
way to make life miserable for all +Anima.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: My character
prefers the great taste of Charleston Chew
Other: Carter secretly sometimes misses the old days, but
still thinks +Anima are an infestation.

Alright, all of you are accepted. Well... Toko was the only one who needed accepting... and she sort of did that with flying colors... Bleh, you get it.

I did? Yeah!!!

Even though I know it would be better to wait until we have more people join, I must ask: what is the approximate starting day of this rp?

Once Batella gets here, and maybe zukoismybf if she still wants in.

We are totally starting this soon! So don't kill it! Please please please! Batella is accepted.

Can't wait to start. ^^'

And when should we start?

Hmm... anytime today works for me.

Alright, well you may have the honor of the first post.

Caresa thought that she was causing too much trouble for her new friend, and new arrival in town. She didn't want to be a burden to her, especially on her first day here, so she convinced her she would go "home" for the night. She didn't. Finding a place to stay didn't go very well. She ended up sneaking back into the eerily silent hospital at around one in the morning, after wandering dangerously in Humbleton at night. She almost went back to her old neighborhood, but she realized how little she wanted to be anywhere near there that night. And it strained her enough just wandering at night.

She was surprised nobody was out tonight. It must have been the fight; practically everyone had wound up in the hospital somehow.

Caresa awoke to the obnoxiously bright hospital lights in the room she'd claimed. The commotion of last night's activities seemed to have faded, like earlier when she'd arrived. It was strange that such insanity could be calmed like this. Or, at least it could feign it.

Jade. Was he alright? There was something about the work he was doing, something about yesterday, that made her greatly concerned for him... she hoped everything was okay.

((Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! ))

Roger walked around the eerie basement that served as their HQ. He circled the large metal surgical table where a body bag lay. The body bag with Owen inside it. A cold chill went up his spine when he was close to the large zippered bag, and it's contents. He put his hand on the smooth black surface, closing his eyes and bowing his head in respect, as remorse fell over him. Owen had been a good friend to Roger. They had fought together, almost died together on several occasions, but most importantly, they had the same drive. To protect. "I'm so sorry Owen." he mumbled.

"I understand." Brian said in a mock Owen voice from across the room. He was at the computer area, where there were five touch screen monitors. He was working, like he normally was, if he wasn't being completely insensitive, or sarcastic. Roger glared over at him annoyed.

"He's dead Brian. Show some respect." Roger spat, angrily.
"Have you changed out of the shirt yet?" Brian asked, simply. Roger looked down at his blood spattered white dress shirt.
"No." he mumbled in reply.
"Then perhaps you should show some." Brian said, spinning in his chair to face Roger. Brian's light green eyes showed a twinge of annoyance for his partner. Roger continued to glare at Brian.
"And what do you mean by that?" he asked. Brain rolled his eyes.
"I mean that you need to stop being so whiney about his death. He's gone, and that's that." he replied, and turned back to his work. Roger began to fume with anger.
"The reason you don't care is that to you he's just a number. That's just one more man down to you. Just one more Crusader who's life you've ruined, and then taken away!" Roger yelled. Brian didn't move.
"That's right. He's a failed experiment, that's all he is. But that doesn't matter to the rest of the world, because one day, he'll be remembered a hero, because he willingly did what he had to to keep what he believed in alive." Brian replied. Roger was taken aback by the statement. Owen was always ready to risk everything for the Crusaders, because he believed they could protect everyone. Roger needed to keep that determination, and that dream alive.
"So show some respect, clean yourself up, throw out that shirt, and don't apologize for what he wanted you to do." Brian said, not turning away from the screens.

Roger turned away from Brian and his work. Knowing he was right, but still feeling something terrible in the pit of his stomach. Before he exited the main room, and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms Brian stopped him.

"When will we be ready fro surgery?" he asked from across the room. Roger turned to look back at him.
"When our new doctors settle in." Roger replied. "I'd give them a week." he continued. Brian shook his head.
"No, we need results fast, before our new subject comes in. You'll preform it this afternoon." he ordered. Roger didn't argue, even though he knew it was a bad idea.
"What about Pierce?" Roger asked.
"Jade? Put a bag over his head and drive him home after he wakes up." Brian replied. Roger nodded, and headed to his room.

Antha looked outside her window. Her tail was out and she looked to her bedroom door to make sure no one was there. But of course it was shut. No one was standing behind it waiting to get the jump on her. She had trained herself to hear better and there was no sound of moments outside her door. Besides no one in her family knew what she was.

"You're just being paranoid," she told herself, looking back out the window. It was a side window, but she could see down one side of the street. A couple cars passed by, but no one could see her from them. Antha had made sure of it.

Aidan had barely gotten three hours of sleep that night, listening to all of the minute signs of human activity in the hospital. Hearing the muffled voices of the awake, as the higher Crusaders and their captive medical staff did their assigned jobs in the night. He couldn't sleep, worrying about... certain people, and simply because he did not like this.

And where had Jade gone? An evening ago he'd been an important part of this business... not that it mattered, but, well, it did. He'd rather take orders from Jade than the other, much less sane guy. Even after... everything. Slowly, Aidan crawled out of bed, and hesitantly entered the mostly empty hallway.
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Amanda awoke in her cousin's home, vaguely remembering taking Tyler home. And then calling his parents. And her parents. His weren't going to be home until later that night, so she'd watched him... she sighed. Crap. It was a Tuesday. And although she was injured, she knew she shouldn't be missing so much school again...

You were shot in the foot, you have an excuse to be out of school... maybe not as much as the... others, but...

Gradually, she climbed off the couch, picking up her bag and reaching for her crutches. She should at least go home. She checked the rooms of her cousin and aunt and uncle, to make sure Ty wouldn't be left alone. It was safe to go. Maybe she should drop by the hospital, just make sure that everything is alright.

You have been officially deemed insane.

But Carter... and those crazy older Crusaders. Her stomach turned at the thought. What she did yesterday was stupid, she realized that. And going back would be stupider. With another sigh, she grabbed the home phone and called her parents to get picked up.
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Caresa climbed off the hospital bed, deciding unwisely to wander again, through the hospital, seeming calm and all. Probably the calm before another storm, too close for comfort. But she had to see Jade...

Username: Batella13
Name: Cara
Age: 15
Occupation: Student- 9
Race: +ANima
Appearence: Dyed black hair, willowy frame, +Anima tattoo around neck, pale.
+Anima form: Bat wings like the girl in the +Anima Manga.
Affiliation: Beast sympathies but is too afraid to do anything big about it.
History: Cara moved to town less than a week ago and hasn't made many friends due to her shy nature. She also has a healthy respect for power and doesn't like doing anything that will get her on the bad side of the people she fears. *coughJadecough* Cara fell off of her dad's office building roof when she was 5 and transformed before she hit the pavement.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: My character prefers the great taste of Charleston Chew.
Other: Cara is a hemophiliac.

Username: Batella 13
Name: Cecillia
Age: 15
Occupation: Student-9
Race: Normal Human
Appearence: Dirty-blonde long hair, curvy-ish, on the tall side
+Anima form: N/A
Affiliation: Doesn't give a rat's tail.
History: Has lived in town for a few days and mainly stays away from gang-related activity but cares for people and can't stand to see anyone hurt.
What would your character do for a klondike bar?: My character prefers the great taste of Charleston Chew.
Other: Blank
AN: Sorry for taking so long to post this...v.v. I lost the original sheet so this was done on the spot.
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Cara's eyes fluttered as she blearily wondered just where the heck she was. As her eyes focused all she saw was white, white, white. When her eyes finally decided to cooperate she hypothesized she was probably in a hospital, everything was white, the room reeked of antiseptic, and the bed had plastic rails on either side. Her mind was moving, but going nowhere. She didn't remember what had happened that landed her in the hospital. She took a quick catalog of her body, no aches, no pains, not even a stiff joint, so why was she here?
She rolled out of bed and walked to the door, opening it with slight caution. Look to the right, look to the left, nothing. Cara's eyebrows pulled down in the center to form a puzzled expression. Shouldn't there be people in a hospital? Nurses and Doctors at least? Her survival instincts were going crazy. "Alright..." She said to herself, "Let's just get out of here before I'm proven right." She opened the door wide and looked down. "Well, come on feet." She said and started walking down the hall to her left.

Cecillia was having a dream. It didn't have any particular meaning to her at the moment, but she was dreaming about ferrets in a hospital-shaped playpen. Two of those ferrets gave her the creeps, the brown one and the black one. She wanted to tell the gray and white one not to go near the black one, but it didn't hear her because it was headed straight for the creepy black one. Then the dream switched to a paranoid android and a sea of croquet mallets and the ferret dream was forgotten.

Carter continued to patrol the hallways of the hospital, although he honestly wasn't sure why he was still doing that. He briefly considered stopping and just leaving, but the thought that that would be the time for Jade to walk in on him kept Carter there. Much as he hated to admit it, Carter did fear Jade, if only a little bit. Mostly, Carter respected him as a leader, but there was always that little spark of fear about what Jade could do to him.

Sighing, Carter continued his slow walk around the hospital, looking half aimless, half like he was looking for something or someone.
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Kyrine's dreams were filled with images of what she had imagined her wedding would be like. Family and friends surrounded her, all smiling as she walked down the aisle toward the groom. Before, Kyrine had never been able to picture him, but now the face of her husband-to-be was Gabriel, her actual husband.

Suddenly, Kyrine woke up, breathing rather faster than someone normally would after having such a dream. But she was still in disbelief about being married. At age 15.

Just... calm down.... Breathe. It's not the end of the world, being... married... but.... Okay. Stop thinking. Just breathe.

If Kyrine was like that just from thinking about being married, she wasn't sure she wanted to see how she would react when near Gabriel. She might have to start yoga to stay calm.

Antha opened her window and stepped onto a branch that was close by her. With her monkey reflexes, climbing down it was as easy as walking out the front door. But of course it was safer in a way. Her parents wouldn't know she left, but if someone saw.

Antha shook her head. No she wasn't going to keep thinking like that. She was just making things worse. No one would see her. She was being careful.

'No being careful would not be going out at all.'

She frowned and started down the street. Antha wasn't sure where she was headed, but she had to get away. Something in her was saying she had to get away from the house right now.

(What time is it? I want to be sure.)

((I think it's morning, probably around... I dunno, 7-8:00. It's Tuesday, sooo... yeah. You can change the time if you want, though, I think...))

Aidan walked to the room that Cara had been in, and found she was gone. He sighed, and started to wander, searching for anyone, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Were there other Crusaders around? Probably... they were probably told to keep everything in line last night. It was so eerily quiet in the hospital now. He kept his eyes to the ground, and bumped into someone.

"Sorry," he muttered, pulling back. It was Carter.

"Um... what are we supposed to be doing now?" he asked, hoping he knew.
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Caresa continued through the halls, until she spotted the other girl from the night before. She racked her brain for her name.

"Cara?" she asked quietly.

((I don't remember if they met or anything, but meh.))

(No. I just want to be sure I had the right time.)

Antha was heading for school. She had a study hall first thing in the morning and so she was allowed to come in late. She was thankful for that. Let her sleep more. Also she could think more.

She wasn't sure why she snuck out her window. Maybe she didn't want to deal with her parents. That was probably it.

Cara was just wondering what time it was and why she had a dream about yetis when she heard her name from across the hall. She turned to see the girl that had been hanging around the creeper, what was his name? Oh yeah, Jade. What was her name again? ...Eezma? Careezma? Charisma? Caresa, right.
"Hey Caresa. ...I don't suppose you know what time it is? Or where the exit is? Or even what I'm here for? I'm finding myself more than a little lost..."
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When Cecilia woke up, she was late. Not just a little late, but- washing her face and brushing her teeth in the shower, jumping sideways on one foot while she pulled on her socks and combed her hair while trying to get her breakfast -late. She pulled on her backpack and coat and ran out the door to catch the bus.

"Um... what are we supposed to be doing now?" he asked, hoping he knew.

"Watch where you're going," Carter replied before even looking to see who had bumped into him. When he saw that it was Aidan, Carter just smirked and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Oh, does little Aidan not know what to do?" Carter asked sarcastically, using a little kid voice just to make Aidan angry.

Without waiting for Aidan to reply, he walked over to one of those convenient pop/soda machines that seem to be everywhere in hospitals in TV shows. Looking inside, Carter noted that the most caffeinated drink that was in there was Mountain Dew. He sighed, shook his long red hair in distaste, and got a Mountain Dew anyway. It was certainly better than nothing.
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Kyrine looked over at her alarm clock and jumped out of bed. She quickly pulled on school clothes and grabbed an apple before running out the door to catch her bus.