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Cibum Puer: Meat of Youth [OOC:O/A]; the fountain of youth is in the flesh
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Topic Started: December 4, 2011, 11:14 pm (2,735 Views)
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"restituta est caro eius sicut caro pueri paruuli"
His flesh was restored as that of the flesh of a small boy. He was reborn. He was refreshed. He had found the fountain of youth.
You have to try it, at least once: human meat. It is, by far, the highest of all delicacies in the modern world. It is said to be the richest, so complex in taste, and purest of meats. Even vegetarians and vegans are urged to surrender to its captivating essence, if only once. But, of course, only some can even afford to buy a slice of such a desired food. Mainly, the richest dine upon it and experience its magic while the middle and lower class are left to look longingly at what they can only strive to have: youth.
It has been scientifically proven, an astonishing find to those who worked in the field of human rejuvenation, that the cure to aging lays within the consumption of our own, human flesh. For centuries now, it has been commonly accepted that the scientists have been developing human flesh within the labs for the general, rich, public’s digestion by making use of cloning.
At the beginning of this realization, people were fearful and doubted the usage of humans as meat but the allure of youth kept many complacent. Those who resisted were silenced by private means, whether it be payment by the world’s governments or, later on for the more stubborn of the protestors, staged “accidents”. In today’s society, human flesh is sought after to the point that many murders, which as a crime has inflated, are based on the purpose of gaining the flesh. Slowly, and discreetly, laws are being made to overlook these petty offences in order to please the lower classes that cannot afford the lab-created meat.
At least, they believe it all to be lab-created.
Scientists have recently, privately, discovered that the affects of cloned human meat are not as successful as the original, organic meat would be. As well, it seems that some of the cattle (as they call the humans raised in labs for later slaughter) are beginning to reach a state of consciousness that is alarmingly like our own. With the laws against murder starting to disintegrate and the findings of shorter “youth spurts” from eating lab-created flesh, a storm is beginning to brew.
How far will you go for a taste of humanity?
It’s a Cannibal’s World There will be no tribes, no jungles swarmed with natives who want a taste of human flesh. Instead, once inside this world it is revealed that everything has advanced, not reduced, as technology and humanity collide in a hectic, fast paced, marriage that resulted in many offspring and a few severed, divergent relationships.
Climate change has been deflected by the power of science, saving the Earth from disaster at human hands. Alternate energy sources are used globally, from solar to wind power and hybrid cars that put the fastest gas consumers of the past to shame. Transport has flourished through use of high-speed trains that run off of electricity and go underwater for transport between countries divided by lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans. Planes are also of use, though they are usually of use to only the upper class as private transport.
Buildings go sky high in the developed centers of cities while surrounding these structural marvels are normal houses, ranging in modern to classic in taste with all the technical aspects hidden within its walls. Phones, televisions, and computers have become obsolete with the innovations in touch screen walls that are installed in each home, excluding the lower class, but range in operation depending on updates (charges vary). Each screen, called Big Brother, though, is equipped with the ability to communicate with others, surf the web, and watch programs through voice command. More advanced versions of Big Brother include the ability to survey the surrounding land as a surveillance camera would, as well as set off alarms for trespassers. "Little Brother", a portable version of these screens, come in a variety of objects such as necklaces, watches, glasses, and rings in which a projection appears upon command. Medicine has, as well, improved through the centuries. There has been a cure to almost every illness, though the resiliency of those that refuse to be subdued continues to grow with each vaccine that comes out to protect against its affects. Though there aren’t third-world countries any longer, all countries have a high stratification between the rich, and everyone else that threatens the peace that has settled upon the world due to differences in treatment for those who have the money to pay for medicine, and those who suffer against the most brutal of illnesses. Many look away from the deaths that occur just a few miles away from city centers, with the help of a globalized media that serves one unit of power, who have advanced weapons as well.
Globalization has flourished to the point that despite the amount of separate countries, with different governments, the world has come to acknowledge it as a whole. Western ideals have been spread throughout the globe, seizing every government on Earth, every concept of industry, and social standards to make a universal society. Customs are different for each country, to a certain level, but the structure of society has managed to be adopted by each culture. An international group known as the UN runs the police and military, a stern and domineering force. They hold sessions in which, much like the American legislative and judicial branch, decide matters for each country it takes care of. They nominate presidents for each country, and place laws. They are the eyes of Mother Earth.
However, there are places where these eyes cannot look. In the past, the UN was known to only have three non-members: Taiwan, Kosovo, and the Vatican City. However, now, the Vatican City has been adopted as the central location for the United Nations. Kosovo and Taiwan has been adopted into the UN years ago. For a century, all nations fell under the UN as members. When the rise of cannibalism came, though, two countries slipped out of its grasp: Alaska, having separated itself from the US sometime after the second civil war in 2200 by the Inuits among their fellow Alaska natives. When this occurred, many Native American shifted to Alaska as well to claim independence from the U.S. Following Alaska’s example was Switzerland.
Despite the fall out between the UN and these two countries, peace has seemed to fall over the globe through the universal system. The wealthy are happy with the spread of capitalization and a global economy, while the middle class get by without making too much of a protest. The poor, however, are simply kept silent.
Over the years, though, rebellions sprung out from the lower levels of society in defiance. They fought against the Flesh movement, stirred awake by the sudden change, only to be immediately shut down by the UN forces. The more rowdy of the rebellions were shipped to ghettos for containment, where they began to die of malnutrition. Other rebellions simply slipped away, fearing the loss of whatever jobs they still managed to carry. A few clusters of the poor began to form The Flesh Market, the black market for true human flesh. Murder rose as a crime, but as long as it was the lower class fighting amongst themselves, the upper class and the UN did not bother to interfere. Instead, they seemed to want to help in order to keep cases at a minimum. Laws are slowly being passed that erase murder as a source of food, for survival, as a crime. For the poor, it’s simply hunting.
The rich delight in human flesh, though many reframe from The Flesh Market as it is looked as illegal, though most cast a blind eye to the trade. It is only legal to kill if the killer is the one who feasts on the flesh. Killing humans for profit is illegal. Still, some who do not like the taste of lab-cloned human meat or find the Youth Spurts to be too short for their liking sneak down to the ghettos were the poor live and search through The Flesh Market for their next dinner. The prices run high, more so than the $100/lb that goes for lab-flesh. Still, it’s worth the cost.
Why?
Take a bite of the human flesh, lab-created or organic, and wrinkles vanish, complexion richens, each pound consumed restores the body to its most opportune state. Many who were around at the discovery of this fountain of youth in 2190, and who could afford to purchase the meat over the years as prices inflated, are still around to this day n’ age, 2390.
The Cattle, the cloned humans that spend their lives within the central UN laboratory in Washington D.C. are produced to fulfill the supply-and-demand of human flesh. They are not seen as human beings, and aren’t treated as such. Due to the discovery that people who’ve been consuming human meat for centuries now are beginning to slowly return to their previous age, with a vengeance, has made Flesh Gods weary of their task. Many consider the use of breeding current cattle members to see if offspring produce stronger results. Other are contemplating bringing in the poor, who don’t have much promise in society anyways, to counter their battle in the market with the organic meat that buyers are beginning to flock to in The Flesh Market.
It’s A Stratified World Playable Character Groups:
The Cattle : humans generated and raised in the lab. They are not educated and live as “invalids”. However, they are developing thoughts of their own. Some are catching onto language through exposure to scientists. Some are even beginning to question why they are being treated differently and why their fellow cattle members vanish on a daily basis, when they look just like those in white coats.
The Cattle are clones, originating from a select group of humans from ages past. They vary in color, build, and gender but those who fall into the same category tend to look the same and ALL have shaved heads (or very short hair) to keep away lice and are branded with a tracking number on their wrists. Black, petite females are identical to one another. White, large build males are clones of one another. And so forth. Each ethnicity is represented, each type of build (fat, thin, lean, small, large), and ages and genders range depending on what exactly is the demand of the public. Meat, of course, tastes differently from different sources. The Cattle is meant to represent every kind of pallet.
The tracking numbers that are located on each cattle's wrist works as an identifier of different types of Cattle. Within the lab, scientists work to create different types of meat: tender, aged, tough and lean, and fat. These categories are distinguished by the sequence following 390 (the year they're to be processed)-01 (lab #)-8(amount, in thousands, of cattle in lab).
It will either be: 81##- "1" signifies tender, used for those who are of young age and do not leave the laboratory's main cattle seclusion. 82##- "2" signifies aged, used for those to be of old age (having lived in the lab for their entire lives) 83##- "3" signifies tough and lean meat, meaning that these cattle members work outside to cultivate food the lab uses to feed the cattle later on, building their muscles and exposing them to the elements. 84##- "4" indicates the cattle members that are meant to be kept in seclusion with the young ones, only they are not meant to move and simply eat what is given them to make them plump.
The Rebellion: One group has survived through the controversy of cannibalism and through the “Silencing”, as they call the period of time where rebellions, groups that protested against cannibalism and human cloning, were systematically picked off by politicians, aristocracies, and the “Flesh Gods” (those who create cloned humans for slaughter). They aim to release the cattle and bring awareness, one way or another, to a society entranced by human flesh and the systematic killing of humans. They come from different backgrounds and nations, but meet in the safety of the ghettos, where no one seems to care what they do, which helps as they devise plans to bring an end to a plagued culture. This group is broad, ranging over the nations (many coming from Switzerland and Alaska), and they send representations into Washington D.C. to keep an eye on the UN’s center of lab operation.
The Cannibals: Mainly rich people, politicians, celebrities, aristocrats, bureaucrats, UN members, and those who strike it rich through luck or so on. Though, the poor who find themselves impoverished in the ghettos have turned to the business of The Flesh Market to make a living.
Flesh Gods: The scientists that work in the UN’s flesh-lab, cloning and raising humans to be butchered and sold to the upper class. They are the prized possession of the UN and the politicians in the world. They get a say in laws that are passed and are influential people within their affiliated country, though they usually live within Washington D.C with frequent visits to the Vatican City for meetings with the UN through use of private, high-speed jets. Flesh Gods are treated as gods and bathe in more money than even the rich do. They are also the most intellectual.
The Character Sheet Name: (for Cattle: put the 9 digit number tracking number starting with 390-01-8. Format: 390-01-8###) Age: Gender: Division: (Cattle/Flesh God/Cannibal/Rebellion)
Appearance: (photo or description; no anime)
Biography: (minimum of three paragraphs of 5-6 sentences; optional for Cattle)
The Cast
Rules & Regulations ✌ Listen to me and be kind to your fellow roleplayers.
✌ Romance and violence are lovely things that keep an RP alive but keep it PG-13/R. No X-ey stuff going on. Also, unless given the OKAY by me or the roleplayer of a character, you cannot kill someone off.
✌ This is a literate roleplay, so I expect strong posts with good grammar and length. My minimum is three paragraphs of 5-6 sentences.
✌ Post regularly. At least once every other day (If going offline for a long period of time, PM me or risk getting killed off).
✌ All profiles should be posted here for approval unless auditioning for Flesh God leadership.
☛If I need to add more, I will but I'll notify everyone ☚
Announcements IC is up. :] Accepting more characters. 
Edited by Wicked, January 4, 2012, 5:47 am.
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December 5, 2011, 12:23 am
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This looks decent. Think, I may join, if you'll have me. Maybe.
I'd want to play a cannibal and let my evil side out lol.Whether it be a "Flesh God" or just a cannibal. Both could be fun depending on what type of character I go for.
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December 5, 2011, 12:41 am
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I'll take ya', just as long as you stick around. :]
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December 5, 2011, 1:37 am
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just to make sure I am a rebel and i will keep it that way
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December 5, 2011, 2:26 am
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Lol, then just make sure you get your Rebel character sheet in before three other people do.
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December 5, 2011, 2:58 am
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Name: Jack, last name N/A Age: said to be around 24 Gender: Male Division: cannibal
Appearance: Jack is known for his pirate look. With an eye patch on his left eye and the clothing he wears. He doesn’t have on a hat, but his hair is black and knotted into dreads that go down to the middle of his shoulder blades. As for the front, it’s split in the middle with a few dreads that cover his face. As for his clothing, it tends to be tore. His pants black pants have holes in them, one on his right knee and his left leg is torn off from the knee down. He wears a pirates coat that he keeps over his shoulders along with a white button up shirt that he has tied around his waist and hanging down the back of him. On his feet he has on brown boots and his left boot holds a knife and around his waist he keeps two pistols at his side at all times. His right hand has on bandages up to his elbow and his left hand has on nothing. His skin isn’t brown nor what, but tan. That’s from being in the sun so much.
Biography: Jack is a very odd man and that isn’t just case of how he looks. He grew up loving pirates and everything that had to do with them, so he figured that he would even dress like one. As he got older he found himself breaking away from society and all of those flesh eaters. Of course he wouldn’t say that he’s never tasted human flesh for himself. Trying to keep a low profile in the world wasn’t as easy as he thought it would have been.
He always thought that a little chaos here and there would help, but soon people spoke of the man that looked like a pirate. His pirate look really came into play when one of his own men betrayed him for money. As Jack was asleep his solder tried stabbing him, but Jack awoke. In a close range fight the man was able to cut Jack across the face taking out his eye, but that only lead to his quick and painless death. Jack now in raged, grabbed his old friend by the throat, throwing him to the ground started beating his face in.
After that day it’s said Jack really changed, now laughing and making killing a game. He really enjoys going after the poor since he can kill anyone he wishes without getting in trouble. Now for the rich... if the price is right then he would do a job for anyone, but if it's a joke then he'd just kill that person that would insult him with such weak pay. He tries to stay in the ghetto as much as he can since he really doesn't trust the rich, but will go back to his place if he needs something.
Jack became well known ever since and many do seek his help for he’s a very intelligent man once you get past his child like side. Having fun is what he likes and killing isn’t all he thinks of since women are also on his mind along with drinking. He’s easy to follow and like, but he isn’t easy to get along with in any way. He feels that it’s his way or the highway and he’ll never do anything for free. He doesn’t think there has to be a reason to why someone does something, but there has to be something worth his time. As to his past life, not much is known other then he came from a wealthy family.
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December 5, 2011, 3:07 am
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Cannibal Name: Elizabeta Dietrich Age: appears about 22, is really around 28 Gender: Female Division: Cannibal appearance Biography: It's always hard being an aristocrat's daughter. It's even more difficult when you are the daughter of one of the most influential men of the century. That is the place that Elizabeta is in. In fact, it could be argued that her family is the most important one in the world. It was her family who discovered the benefits of eating human flesh. They were the first, the ones who started it all. Such a grand legacy to live up to, especially for one woman who has no skills in science whatsoever. It seems impossible that the young looking woman would be the only child of the richest family, but it was the truth. When she was a young child, it was difficult for the young Dietrich child to understand what was so important about her family. She never went to school with the normal children, instead being taught at her home by private tutors. Those tutors never told her about her family, no, they never told her the name of the faimily who made the discovery. They didn't even seem to want her to realize what it was about. It wasn't until she was 16 that she found out who she really was. She was walking along the street on one of her many escapes, wanting to feel the freedom of being a normal child for once. She did that a lot, running away. She was never one for the whole upper-class scene, and those few moments of escape were the best of her life. Elizabeta was walking along the streets, trying to blend in, when she overheard some teens talking about it. When her family name was mentioned, she became suddenly interested. Dressed as a common lad, Eli, she slid closer to the group, listening to what they were saying. She could hardly believe what she heard. Her family? Her father was the one who discovered the benefits of the Flesh all those years ago? Everything was starting to make sense, yet nothing was making sense, all at the same time. Other info: There was a reason that nobody wanted Elizabeta to know about her family's past. The story isn't really one that most people know, at least, not the whole story. Everybody knows how her mother searched for years to figure out the solution to young life, before eventually coming upon some old latin text explaining that cannibalism was the key. But, there has been much speculation as to what caused her to begin this search. The true story has long been covered up, for fear of bringing disgrace to the family name. There was an uncle; one of those strange, obscure relatives that nobody invited to family parties, and for good reason. He was mental...psycho. The man ate human flesh. That wasn't the strangest part. The strangest part was, he never seemed to age. In reality, he was nearly four hundred years old, and didn't look a day over thirty. Elizabeta's mother, Evelynn, wasn't a scientist. No, she was a historian, a child of study. She did the only thing she knew how to do, she searched history. In doing so, she made the discovery that everyone knew so well. After doing so, she informed her husband, Wilhelm, of what she learned. Being a scientist, he worked for ages until he mastered the art. That was nearly 200 years ago, and since that day, the two haven't aged a minute.
i will finish this later.  DONE!
Edited by Dream, December 5, 2011, 10:27 pm.
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall.
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December 5, 2011, 3:16 am
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Cynic Though it's called The Rebellion, I think you need to re-read their characteristics. They are against killing humans. I guess I'll make it more obvious in their description but this character seems more like a Cannibal who deals in The Flesh Market than a Rebel.
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December 5, 2011, 3:20 am
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hmmm then i'll go with that i forgot and I guess i want to kill.
I derp... so sorry.
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December 5, 2011, 3:27 am
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Okidoki. Also, be careful about killing the wealthy. I think he'd be in jail by now if he kept that up since the police forces only ignore murders within the lower class. You'll have to touch up your profile a bit to make sure he's not too outrageous. If he's a lower-class cannibal, he'd be living in the ghetto where The Flesh Market is, which is a bit away from where the prosperous live.
EDIT: accepted. :] Watch out with some of your typos, though. Otherwise, you're golden. *puts up on Cast*
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December 5, 2011, 3:55 am
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-,- right right... i'll re-read everytime before I post.
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December 5, 2011, 4:09 am
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Shit, only one cannibal spot left. Better get on this. I'll have the workings of one up in a few hours.
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December 5, 2011, 4:34 am
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Name: Sasha Age: She appears 21, but in reality, she is 61 since she has been eating the flesh for so long Gender: Female Division: Rebellion
Appearance: She is very muscular, and of average height, about 5"4. She enjoys wearing men's clothes, because she finds them more durable and practical.
Image Biography: [tab]Sasha was born into a higher-ranking family. Her father worked for the UN, so he was always away from home. Sasha was closer to her mother, who doted on her, since she was an only child. However, suffocated by her mothers affections, she spent most of her time in the safe-haven of her bedroom, where she moped about her dad not being around. She acquired a great understanding of the internet, and hacking became her favorite hobby. [tab]When she was introduced to this meat, she had no thought other than to consume it. Sasha didn't even know that the miracle meat came from humans. Her parents never bothered to tell her. She became a cannibal, and for a while, everything was fine. The miracle meat became almost an addiction for her; she ate it every day. [tab]A few years ago, though, she was hacking into a website out of boredom when she found pictures of cattle being cloned and slaughtered, along with an article explaining what the pictures meant. This was when reality hit her, and she freaked out, yelling at her parents for never telling her that the meat was human. They said that they thought she knew, because it was always on the television. However, Sasha was never one to watch much news. She hid in her room, plotting for days, before her parents called the authorities. They tried to pay her off, but she refused, and locked herself in her room. She was working on hacking her parents' bank account to send money to Switzerland, to help the rebellion's efforts. The UN found out about her plans, for they had been monitoring her. When they came to take her to the grotto, she panicked, and ran away from her family to seek refuge from the madness in Alaska. There, she lived homeless for a while, until she came to her senses, stopped living like a madwoman, and joined the rebellion. [tab]Sasha is a very bright woman, quick to connect the dots. She has a very "gung-ho" attitude about the rebellion, and never thinks her plans through to the end. She is the first one to jump into a fight. Violence is her way to solve things. She will be the first to stand up for the oppressed, and her heart breaks a little every time she thinks about the Cattle being killed solely for their meat. However, she understands both sides of the problem, for she is still addicted to human flesh, and battles with herself every day. Sasha can follow orders, but would much rather lead. Inwardly, she is pessimistic about the rebellion, but still goes forward with it, because she would never be able to live with herself if she returned to become a cannibal again.
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December 5, 2011, 4:34 am
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@Twisted: Rodger that. :]
@Commie: I luverz you.
MoonDancer I thoroughly love your female character. However, a little issue: It was pubically known from the beginning that the miracle flesh was human meat. You can play it up that her family never told her what she was eating and that she wasn't one to watch media, who never actually referred to it much as human meat but rather "the flesh". It keeps your gal the same but keeps it in line with the history. :] Good work.
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December 5, 2011, 4:56 am
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December 5, 2011, 5:58 am
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Finished, I believe, edited it in the post up there.
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December 5, 2011, 6:44 am
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Hmm, quite right.
@Twisted: And you said three paragraphs was too long. Silly Twisted. Anywho, there is one minor problem that is probably an easy fix: when meat is shipped to consumers, it comes in package much like that of meat at a supermarket. It doesn't come as the whole body, with hair included. If anything, the butcher would have gotten the skinned version of a human. It's a measure the Flesh Gods, and the UN, take to make The Flesh look less like the rest of humanity.
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December 5, 2011, 7:59 am
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Fixed. Hope that works.
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December 5, 2011, 5:35 pm
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:] Added to the cast.
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8310 Name: 390-01-8310 Age: 20 Gender: Male Division: Cattle Appearance: Flesh #390-01-8310 Ethnicity: Caucasian Eye color: Blue Distinguishing features besides trace number: bird-like birthmark on right shoulder blade Specimen 8310 stands at 6’2” and weighs in at 185 Ibs. Compact build, muscles developing in desired areas such as the calves, thighs, abdomen, chest, and upper arms due to activity in the fields, cultivating food for the other cattle along with the other 0300 specimen. 8310’s flesh is calloused, toughened on the hands and soles of the feet while the rest of his flesh has grown rough from exposure to the elements and the sun. 8310’s hair is at a minimum to prevent lice, especially due to it’s activity outside of the lab’s confinement; head is due for another shave in a few weeks’ time, since a small grow of dark brown hair is forming, but other than that and it’s eyebrows and lashes, the specimen is bare of hair. No fleas or lice have been reported during weekly inventory checks. Biography: “8”-“3”-“1”-“0”. These were the first four sounds, four words, 8310 was capable of pronouncing after five years of living within the lab. He was conceived inside of a petri dish, born out of a capsule that imitated the environment of the womb, and raised inside of a lab with steel walls as his view of the world for a solid five years until the white coats came to him, examined his body structure, and automatically gave him the brand on his wrist: 390-01-8310. They referred to him by the last four numbers, in those brief times they ever did speak about him in his presence, and he slowly began to pick up on speech despite first feeling indifferent to the sounds that came from the white coats’ mouths. From what he gathered, they didn’t like when he murmured the numbers. They instantly stopped talking in front of him, after exchanging strange looks, and 8310 instinctively knew not to speak in front of the white coats anymore. After that first week of examinations on his fifth year in the labs, 8310 was set to work outside with a group of others like him. Many of them looked the same. He caught the eye of a few who were exact replicas of his own DNA, DNA that probably was shared between them and many, many others who’d passed through here before he was born. He watched silently as the group fluctuated. Every other day, members of his group wouldn’t be there the next day and never return, even though they seemed as fit as he. Men inside the cell he shared would be absent when he returned from his grueling work in the fields. It took him many more years to grasp what was going on. Without language, he was lost in a silence that could only be extinguished with the words “8”-“3”-“1”-“0”. That was, until he picked up on more words around new white coats who had not shared the experience of hearing him speak. “Flesh” was his new word. He murmured it constantly, entranced and curious by how his tongue hit his teeth and blistered lips. It was more difficult than saying “3”. No matter how strange and interesting it was, he kept to talking inside the safety of his cell. The other men who slept in the steel room too began to pick up on some of his quiet ramblings, but their curiosity did not stretch far. 8310’s curiosity, though, was only just beginning. By the time the 20th annual inventory check came about to make sure 8310 was progressing in the way they desired, he’d picked up on enough words to start forming sentences, though they were pretty rough. Scientists barely talked around him and when they did, the vocabulary was almost identical to the check-ups before. Sometimes, he would get lucky and those who scanned his body would strike up conversation with one another to kill time. These were the times when he listened keenly, eagerly wanting to learn more about the strange sounds that would come from his otherwise closed mouth. With language developing, his mind began to advance. He was starting to connect the dots. Things were wrong. He looked, not identical, but similar to those who observed him. Yet, they treated him differently. Why wouldn’t they talk to him too? Why had they looked so strange when he’d spoken, years before? Why were the ones identical to him, the ones who wore flat, brown garbs on and worked in the fields, the males in his sleeping compartment, disappearing? And what did ‘8”-“3”-“1”-“0” mean?
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Scraps Name: Scraps Age: 21 Gender: Female Division: The Rebellion Appearance: ”I scrape by” Biography: She’s sure she had a real name when she was born, but being from the ghetto where people have increasingly murdered their own to survive in the poor eat poor world, literally, Scraps never grasped onto that name. She forgot it over time, after her mother was killed sometime between Scraps’ third and fourth Name Day. As the story goes, a fellow Flesh Market thug attacked her mum after spotting the fine piece of meat she’d dragged in, intending to sell it to a higher up policeman who’d come by to find a good engagement dinner. It seemed the thug didn’t like being outshone, having only a scrawny female for sale in comparison to Scraps’ mother’s lean butcher corpse, and took the blade he’d been using to cut up his find to stab her supple flesh instead. He sold her then to the police officer, after cleaning her up good. Apparently, the officer preferred female Flesh. After a few days of Scraps wandering about the small shack, a room of tin walls that contained nothing more than a potato sack for a bed and a can for all bodily needs, the young girl left in search of her mums, waddling through the hell-ridden streets of the shantytown that festered with the starving, the ill and, every few paces, the dead; the dead would be swept up fast enough by the Flesh Hunters for the Market, after inspection to make sure the meat wasn’t poisoned. It didn’t take Scraps long to start panicking like any child would at the idea of not finding her mummy. She began to idiotically cry out for her, alerting all around her that she was without a family. This meant she was fair game and such fresh flesh, plump with baby fat, was hard to come by. “Oi, dumb’e, I’ve bun lookin’ fer ya a’ ove’te pla’e!” A rough, smoke-ridden voice hollered over the sounds of the toddler’s crying. A teenage girl, probably eighteen, seemed to materialize at the gal’s side and swooped her up before the hungry eyes that took a keen interest on the young girl could bring their talons up around the babe’s neck.
“Wa’h I tell ya’ bou’ runnin’ off li’e dat?” The scrawny teen scolded, pressing the girl’s shocked face into her shoulder so that no one would see how confused she was. One wrong move and the people around the two who wanted so badly to live when death was knocking on their doors would fling themselves at the two and claw them both to death. Morals ran very thin in the ghettos. And, like that, the feisty eighteen year old with matted, dirty hair that could barely keep herself afloat had adopted the young nameless gal, who would later be named Scraps by the rest of the orphans she was introduced to that same day. The orphans of the shantytown on the outskirts of Washington D.C were the scavengers of the neighborhood. They went about, grabbing just about anything they could find on the streets of the ghetto, pocket-picking the officials and aristocrats that braved the rundown area for the Flesh Market, and occasionally took up the task of cleaning the streets clear of the dead in hopes of getting money at the Flesh Market for it. It was hardly much of a profit since many refused to pay a good deal of money for those that died of starvation, as was the case for many of the poor, despite it still being human flesh. Sometimes, they’d get lucky and a brawl would break out in the ghetto, resulting in a loser with injuries that sometimes became fatal. It was Scraps job to keep an eye for these, hunt them down after the fight, and finish off what the victor didn’t. Her adoptive mum/sister, Locks, assured her that they were mercy killings. Either way, they were easy pickings since they never expected the young girl to attack them. Despite how she looked as a child, wide-eyed and angelic with silky, milk skin, Scraps was able to build strength through the need to survive. She would scrape by, no matter what, in order to stay alive. It didn’t take long for her life to harden her looks. She adapted to her surroundings, her skin becoming tan and dark with the constant exposure to the sun and grit of the streets. Her hair ran from light red to a dark brown with red strands mixed in it. Her eyes, once sparkling with youth, turned flat. Her demeanor: rough and sarcastic. She’s a tomboy at heart, but she’s been taught by the best, Locks included, how to manipulate men into getting what she wants; her desires range from clothes to food for herself and the rest of the orphans (the amount of which increases more and more thanks to the laws or lack-there-of against murder). She’s been molded into a woman of deception and aggression but her loyalty has always stayed true to the orphans and Locks. When Locks fell ill with the flu, a disease that was seizing this specific ghetto with ferocity, Scraps had to take the orphans as her own wards and leave the only mum she ever knew to the Flesh Hunters, who took her body before it was completely cold to trick some bureaucrat into buying it. But, things were just getting worse and worse. Washington D.C was the Lab-Flesh central and the ghettos were competing fiercely with the clone market to keep the Flesh Market alive, the poor alive. Morals were thinning more and more and despite what Scraps tried to do to stop it, the orphans were beginning to be hunted down by the Hunters for the clientele that delighted in tender meat. There was no authority to go to, the UN didn’t give a damn about murders within the lower ranks, and Scraps found herself fighting the whole damn ghetto just to keep the younglings alive. The Hunters figured the only way to make a clean kill on any of the orphans was to take out Scraps first but no one was willing to fight her. She was known to be one hell of a pain in the ass to kill so, instead, they framed her for a recent aristocrat murder that was being investigated by the UN. Now, when it came to the rich, the UN paid mind. They paid a lot of mind and so the hunt was on. Scraps had to flee for her life, making her way through the cannibal-infested terrain of America to the one place she knew she could find sanctuary: Alaska. There, she found an unlikely motley crew called The Rebellion, a group she’d thought to be a legend, a whisper of past centuries, but it was true. So, now, to stay alive and to avenge every fucked up thing that’s happened to her thus far, she’s joined them.
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December 6, 2011, 2:58 am
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:] Rodger that. Meanwhile, we need more cattle (& preferably another Flesh God)!
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if we can have two characters, i'm thinking of making a Flesh God, who would probably be Elizabeta's brother or some such thing...
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You can have two, sure. :] Just as long as you can keep up with 'em both, you're good in my books.
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