I think I got it clear the first time we met, but just to be sure, I'll say it again: everyone has at least one characteristic in particular they can call their own. Yours may be different from mine. For example: I'm certain আপনি can't alter your structure on an atomic level to create anything আপনি wish with your body. I, however, can.
I'm used to transforming upon my own will, but the way I teleported was of a rather painful matter nonetheless. If আপনি want to disagree, আপনি obviously haven't had all your atoms ripped out of your body, and enduredcan attempt to have them placed back together hurriedly. Try like being absolutely reborn. My point is that it wasn't an experience filled with ponies and lollipops.
So, when I was reassembled, I came aross, অথবা rather she came across me, a girl who was walking through the fields where I lay, practically suffering.
Then, she saw me. I was on the floor, sweaty, panting, tired. I had nerves and blood vessels threatening to pierce my skin from the inside out.
"Oh my- are আপনি okay!?" she asked me. She seemed scared. Was someone out to get her two?
I couldn't respond. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Damn.
I knew that taking that portal was bad news, but I took the chance regardless. Now, I was a MUTE, body-morphing freak of nature. My দিন just couldn't get better... I had to rely on body language now...
"Can আপনি talk?" she asked me.
No, আপনি idiot, I can't talk.
After some time, she offered to help me up. As if I had a choice in this. I still couldn't move. But in reality, I think I might want to get used to her. She may very well be the only person I know অথবা trust for a long, long time.
And thus, our journey began together.
We began to walk together in some direction I thought could have been Northwest. I had no idea where we were going, so I hoped the girl knew.
"What makes আপনি think I don't know?" she asked me, as if in response. No one else was around us. I guess she might be schitzerfrentic.
"Why would I be?" she asked, sounding offended.
This was... too coincidental for her to be schitzerfrentic. Maybe she was pshycic?
"Oh course I'm pshycic."
So আপনি can read minds?
I was trying to carry out some form of communication with her. Also, I wanted to verify if she really was pshycic.
"I couldn't do it before. However, your mind is easy to read. Maybe yours is different."
Great. Another atomic screw- up.
"Atomic screw- up?" she asked.
Yeah. It's a long story.
That sealed the deal: she really could read my mind.
"That's what it took for আপনি to understand?" she asked mockingly.
You're getting annoying, আপনি know that?
"Yes, I know. It's just who I am."
"Of course it is," the Whitman ব্যক্ত from his main carrier. "It's also like আপনি to have a little bit of ambition, hatred, and madness in you. It's just like me to make sure I exploit that to my advantage." Whitman turned to one of his advisors and demanded calmly "is it ready?"
"Almost, sir. It is going through the testing phases. Then it will be ready," he informed Whitman.
"Good. Earlier than expected. Tell me: whom was it that made the original?" Whitman asked his advisor.
"A doctor who works at one of the hospitals we own superiorly. So, in a sense, the serum was ours to begin with. But we're looking into who exactly was it that made the serum. Forgive me, sir."
"No, it's not you're fault," he assured. He then grabbed a gun of which he was armed with, and aimed it at the advisor, pulling the trigger only after the advisor had stared down the barrel of Whitman's pistol.
The advisor's head was no longer intact, with a large entry hole on his forehead, and an abyss of an exit wound. Crimson fluids decorated the floor and টেবিল behind the advisor. Finally, the advisor fell over, leaving a small pond of bodily fluids on the floor in the shape of his body while the no longer alive advisor wore an expression of fear that seemed to be appealing to Whitman.
"Of course it wasn't," he concluded.
I'm used to transforming upon my own will, but the way I teleported was of a rather painful matter nonetheless. If আপনি want to disagree, আপনি obviously haven't had all your atoms ripped out of your body, and enduredcan attempt to have them placed back together hurriedly. Try like being absolutely reborn. My point is that it wasn't an experience filled with ponies and lollipops.
So, when I was reassembled, I came aross, অথবা rather she came across me, a girl who was walking through the fields where I lay, practically suffering.
Then, she saw me. I was on the floor, sweaty, panting, tired. I had nerves and blood vessels threatening to pierce my skin from the inside out.
"Oh my- are আপনি okay!?" she asked me. She seemed scared. Was someone out to get her two?
I couldn't respond. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Damn.
I knew that taking that portal was bad news, but I took the chance regardless. Now, I was a MUTE, body-morphing freak of nature. My দিন just couldn't get better... I had to rely on body language now...
"Can আপনি talk?" she asked me.
No, আপনি idiot, I can't talk.
After some time, she offered to help me up. As if I had a choice in this. I still couldn't move. But in reality, I think I might want to get used to her. She may very well be the only person I know অথবা trust for a long, long time.
And thus, our journey began together.
We began to walk together in some direction I thought could have been Northwest. I had no idea where we were going, so I hoped the girl knew.
"What makes আপনি think I don't know?" she asked me, as if in response. No one else was around us. I guess she might be schitzerfrentic.
"Why would I be?" she asked, sounding offended.
This was... too coincidental for her to be schitzerfrentic. Maybe she was pshycic?
"Oh course I'm pshycic."
So আপনি can read minds?
I was trying to carry out some form of communication with her. Also, I wanted to verify if she really was pshycic.
"I couldn't do it before. However, your mind is easy to read. Maybe yours is different."
Great. Another atomic screw- up.
"Atomic screw- up?" she asked.
Yeah. It's a long story.
That sealed the deal: she really could read my mind.
"That's what it took for আপনি to understand?" she asked mockingly.
You're getting annoying, আপনি know that?
"Yes, I know. It's just who I am."
"Of course it is," the Whitman ব্যক্ত from his main carrier. "It's also like আপনি to have a little bit of ambition, hatred, and madness in you. It's just like me to make sure I exploit that to my advantage." Whitman turned to one of his advisors and demanded calmly "is it ready?"
"Almost, sir. It is going through the testing phases. Then it will be ready," he informed Whitman.
"Good. Earlier than expected. Tell me: whom was it that made the original?" Whitman asked his advisor.
"A doctor who works at one of the hospitals we own superiorly. So, in a sense, the serum was ours to begin with. But we're looking into who exactly was it that made the serum. Forgive me, sir."
"No, it's not you're fault," he assured. He then grabbed a gun of which he was armed with, and aimed it at the advisor, pulling the trigger only after the advisor had stared down the barrel of Whitman's pistol.
The advisor's head was no longer intact, with a large entry hole on his forehead, and an abyss of an exit wound. Crimson fluids decorated the floor and টেবিল behind the advisor. Finally, the advisor fell over, leaving a small pond of bodily fluids on the floor in the shape of his body while the no longer alive advisor wore an expression of fear that seemed to be appealing to Whitman.
"Of course it wasn't," he concluded.
Gender:Female
Personality:reckless, bold, lonely
Meranden (nickname:denny) is a robber who only robs because of a person who talks to her through telepathy, but she doesn't know who is talking to her. All she knows is whenever the person wants something and she refuses to get it, she feels a very sharp pain throughout her body for an unlimited amount of time. She can tell the person she'll get the item through telepathy too. They meet up (though the person is invisible) and she gives the item(s) to the mysterious person and then she's free for a couple months. During that time frame, she enjoys life like a regular person, and always wishes she can meet Sonic the Hedgehog. Only when the mysterious person asks for something, is when she'll gear up with her gadgets and suit. She also has the ability to copy her opponent in any movement অথবা power. She can do a homing attack and spin dash too like Sonic.
The city seemed quiet. Too quiet. She knew this. She did her job well. Another nay-sayer of the twisted rumors, silenced forever. Her name is Kiri the Doll. Some say that she can be the most elegant, and at the same time, quite insane.
One day, the authorities caught on to this, and tried to capture her to সীল her away, not much success. She knew she could outwit the authorities until they got smart.
Then, the men in white lab coats came in, carrying a straight jacket, just her size. She was sealed away for a total of 15 years. But right when they thought she was cured of her mental illness, she murdered the guards she befriended, took the keys, and escaped.
Some new rumors had started, saying she now resides in a dark mansion, living with herself and her creations.
One day, the authorities caught on to this, and tried to capture her to সীল her away, not much success. She knew she could outwit the authorities until they got smart.
Then, the men in white lab coats came in, carrying a straight jacket, just her size. She was sealed away for a total of 15 years. But right when they thought she was cured of her mental illness, she murdered the guards she befriended, took the keys, and escaped.
Some new rumors had started, saying she now resides in a dark mansion, living with herself and her creations.
Name:Bunny
Age:21
প্রণয় interest:Shane(she has a crush on him)
Life:She ran away from her প্রথমপাতা at the age of 14. She later met Emily and her friends. Bla bla bla, she later met Shock the dog. Bla bla bla, she later met Shane, bla bla bla. She is afraid of guns.
Other:She lives in the human world[a.k.a my dream world] but later left to Sonic's world. And lives on the Jaguar Islands.
Drinks:No, that's Emily's job.(I'm sorry Emily)
Weapons:Gun,Knife,And that's all.
Looks like:Is a green rabbit.
Clothes:Wears a green short shirt, her pants are Military green. She also wears green sunglasses.
Likes:Sunglasses (more like an obsession), dogs.
Dislikes:Anybody who "kills" sunglasses(long story). Getting hit.
Obsess with:Sunglasses (long story).
Eye color: Green.
Finally I'm done with her bio!
Age:21
প্রণয় interest:Shane(she has a crush on him)
Life:She ran away from her প্রথমপাতা at the age of 14. She later met Emily and her friends. Bla bla bla, she later met Shock the dog. Bla bla bla, she later met Shane, bla bla bla. She is afraid of guns.
Other:She lives in the human world[a.k.a my dream world] but later left to Sonic's world. And lives on the Jaguar Islands.
Drinks:No, that's Emily's job.(I'm sorry Emily)
Weapons:Gun,Knife,And that's all.
Looks like:Is a green rabbit.
Clothes:Wears a green short shirt, her pants are Military green. She also wears green sunglasses.
Likes:Sunglasses (more like an obsession), dogs.
Dislikes:Anybody who "kills" sunglasses(long story). Getting hit.
Obsess with:Sunglasses (long story).
Eye color: Green.
Finally I'm done with her bio!
Written and copyrighted দ্বারা Zane Luxuria Zenon
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed দ্বারা the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed দ্বারা the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."