Lake House: The Winged Children (Open)

Mistriss_Isis

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Time has slipped by for those in hiding. Those half Angels, children with wings. After being experimented on for years they have been scarred both physicaly and mental and their burdens are shown. Upon each child that has grown into a teen a pair of useable wings sits on their backs. The have found a haven, a house by a lake secluded from everyday life where they would be scorned and set in side shows as freaks. They live in secerecy afraid to be caught once again by the evil man who did this to them in the beginning, Dr.Jake.

ooc: So post up as one of the children or Dr.Jake, I want this thread to have a story before all of the sex, so please be a good rper! Fill out this character sheet and post up!

Name:
Age: (18-20)
Looks:
Wing color:
Clothing:
Personality:
Other:
Bio:

Name:Lilith
Age: (18-20)18
Looks:Lilith
Wing color:Black and red feathers
Clothing: Dresses gothicly, wears a corset and a pair of large black pants.
Personality:Sacastic, rather gaurded about her feelings
Other:Has two half moon scars on her palms, and a few long scars on her stomach. Has her eyebrow, tongue and lip peirced, a sun and moon tattoo between her wings.
Bio:Lilith periodically escapses from the Lake house, weraing a trench coat no one can see her wings, often gets her into trouble.
 
Name: Michael
Age: (18-20) 18
Looks: Overgrown blonde-brown hair, which he generally spikes up. Stands at about 6ft. Slender, Lithe. Dark Green eyes.
Wing color: A dark grey
Clothing: He tends to dress as casually as posible. Generally in baggy jeans, and whatever tee he can find. Some have slits in the back for him to slide his wings through.
Personality: Can be really sarcastic... often overly so, especially when it boils down to tricky situations. Fights for anything he beileves in, but keeps things from people if they're bothering him. Doesnt know how to deal with alot of emotions.
Other:
Bio: After they escaped, Michael was the last to arrive at the safe point they had pre arranged. He hid what happened in the last moments at the lab from the others.
 
Name: William (named by the others in honour of a 'William Wallace' who led his people to freedom as well)

Age: (18-20) 20

Looks: Probably would be a handsome young man, but his face is weighed with the burden of one his age should not have. He has blonde hair, pristine white skin, deep blue eyes, and handsome face. Though has a scar across his left eye from where one of Dr. Jakes' blades caught him. Also, he has a scar along his right arm, the whole length. A wound for punching the doctor.

Wing color: Pure White

Clothing: He normally wears simple clothing. Jeans and a sort of tabard. It was much easier to wear that than to specially modify a shirt to work for him. He has them, but he rarely wears them.

Personality: He is the 'Older Brother'. Highly protective of the others and is willing to put himself in the line of fire to save his little brothers and sisters. But he is HIGHLY distrustful of outsiders.

Other: He is a very religious being. When he came out of the labs and found out of 'Christianity' he clung to it for their great saviours and beloved beings were like him. He held an affinity to their stories of suffering and how that was how one proved their righteousness. To defend. Of Angels and everything like that.

Bio: He was the first created of the Winged Children of Dr. Jake, and tried to protect all the others in a sense. Acting as a rock to help them avoid insanity and falling apart like some. And in the end, he had been the one that rallied them against Jake and lead the escape from that lab to the old cabin.

Since then, he's been the unofficial leader of their ragtag group.

http://www.scarab-corpse.org/~archangel/images/archangel-(lance-w-card).gif (the closest I could come to a picture)
 
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Name: Nathaniel
Age: 18
Looks: about 5'8", kinda thin (130lbs.), dark brown, almost black hair that he keeps somewhat short, and brown eyes. He has a seemingly perpetual farmer's tan (i will provide a pic later)
Wing color: silvery gray
Clothing: mostly baggy jeans and t-shirts
Personality: outgoing, he easily makes friends, a joker, an outdoors-loving guy
Other:has a tattoo of a wolf pawprint on his upper arm
Bio: Nathaniel, or Nathan, can't stand being cooped up inside. He often disappears from the house, roaming the forests, camping, etc.
 
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Name: Rose
age:18
looks: Black hair, porcelain skin. Dark eyes. A tattoo below her eye of a moon and star. I'm basing her off my avatar. Slim, youthful body.
Wing color: black mixed with midnight blue, iridescent.
Clothing: a beaded black tank top that ties around the back of her neck rather than the typical string tank top, low slung black leathr pants.
Personality: She's often quiet, but can get quite stirred up because of her temper.
Bio: she likes to go out and sit by the lake at night. She loves the stars and moon and the night sky. She was always getting in trouble at the lab, so she had been in a solitare cell many times. Still doesn't like large groups of people,and only seems to like the others that are like her.
 
Name: Syn

Age: 19

Looks: Ebony black hair, shaggy, that wildly falls down to just her shoulders, if it gets longer she tends to shear it all off because it drives her crazy.. for one reason.. there are others.. that involve the evil Doctor raping her and grasping at her long hair to hold her.. ever since then she has kept her hair NO longer than brushing her shoulders..

Wing color: Ebony Black

Clothing: Black leather boots, either black jeans of a long black skirt.. any color top.. usually black.. She does not care for bright colors... so anything she wears is dark...

Personality: She is not gothic... She sees black as a way of hiding.. she does not like attention... the Evil One.. as she calls Him.. paid her much to much attention... and the rapes at His hand (as soon as she hit her early teens.. just before the escape) traumatized her... she tends to be quiet.. morose.. always looking over her shoulder.. To touch her is usually met with a scream of terror.. unless she trusts You.. and the ONLY one she really trusts is William... because HE led her and the others out of there.. out of that hell ... He is the only one who can even lay a hand to her... she tends to seek Him for comfort...

Other: She is lonely.. and tries to be friendly with the others.. as best she can.. there are times when she gets into a playful mood.. those are rare... She has horrible nightmares of the Evil One...

Bio: She was ironically.. the 2nd to be created in the labs of the evil one.. a female the that the *good* Doctor took alot of interest in. It seemed He wanted to impregnate her to see if the offspring would have wings, once she was mature enough and she bled as a woman does...He tried first, raping her repeatedly as she screamed. He, being as evil and cruel as He was, enjoyed it. He then had plans to breed her (and perhaps the other females) with some of the males. But they escaped before that... being as youngas she was.. Syn.. as He had named her.. tried to tell herself that her past was nothing more than a child's nightmare.. but as her wings matured... as she did... she realized.. that it was no nightmare.. it was all real...

CYN: http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=angelxx.jpg
 
((I await Isis to start in case there is any particular situation she has in mind.))
 
((Thank you all for joining, Dr.Jake will be a part eventually, for now he's a bit out of it.Let the fun begin))

Lilith sat in her room, rock music pounded through her attic room. The walls were scattered with posters rock legends living on her wall. Reching under her pillow she pulled out a pack of ciggarettes and climbed the few stais to the roof door. It was night time, the wind was cool and the stars werent out just yet but the pale moon shone her light on the lake, making Lilith want to dive in, fully clothed and all. She was contemplating it, cig balanced percariously between her lips, until she saw a movement out of the corner of her eyes, to see Micheal smoke rising from his own lit cig. "You know those things will kill you.." Lilith informed him as she took another drag and blew out a large smoke ring.
 
Syn

~ She stepped out of the window.. yes I said window.. her room was on the first floor.. why? Because it afforded her an exit if needed. Never again would she be trapped in a room with no way out, never again... So now, Syn bypassed the door, and slid her body out the window and to the cool ground, much like a burgular slipping away into the night...

Syn turned her dark eyes to the rising moon, she thought for a moment she saw a glow in the rooftop... probably Lilith.. she thought to herself..

Stretching.. she arches her back... ebony wings extending.. stretching like a feline that had just woken up. Once thing Syn loved, was the feel of her wings stretching out like this, after being drawn in against her for so long.

Syn's favorite time was just as the moon was rising, or setting for that matter, because that was when it was darkest.. She moved away from the building, toward the old stables that sat abandoned.. Syn loved climbing into the hayloft and laying back, that way she could look thru the hole in the roof and see the stars... she liked to count the stars, it somehow managed to calm her mind, keep her nightmares at bay... ~
 
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William sat upon the roof of the house, keeping watching. Quite as a statue. Syn went off to the stables like she had been lately (he had followed her a couple of times) and the others were having a smoke. He hated when they did that, but he could understand why. Some of them probably didn't care about living for a really long life, so what difference did it make?

He normally stayed up until about eleven on these nights to watch his brothers and sisters go about. Most enjoyed the night and the ability to fly with little chance of being seen. The ones with black wings like Syn were actually able to move stealthily about a fair distance (against William's wishes).

He sighed and took his bible from his side and opened it. Deciding the scriptures might grant his mind a little bit of peace this night.

He had recently been drawn to thoughts about the 'Good Doctor' again. Of the cruel things he saw them do on the others. But he was always the initial test subject. He was the Beta for everyone else. William shook his head.

They're just memories.

He could never get them again in their new home.

He could never find them.
 
Michael had been sat up on the roof for some time, but had needed to move a little, streatch his legs and wings. He paced a little, before sitting back down again, not before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of ciggarettes and a lighter. He took out a cig, and put it in his mouth, lighting it, and sighing. It was peaceful here... they had the freedom that they had always longed for, and never been able to have, but for whatever reason he didnt think alot of them were content.


"You know those things will kill you.." He smiled hearing Liliths voice. And tunred his head to see if she was going to join him.

"Are you trying to tell me you've given up?" He asked. "I could smell the tobaco from here."

He closed his eyes, mental images came flooding back. He sighed, shaking them away, before taking another drag.
 
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~ She climbed into the loft, the hay there was cool.. and fresh, she had replenished it herself, after finding a farm that had an abundance of hay on a *stretching her wings* flight one night not long ago. She had *helped herself* to some of the hay. Syn hated the idea of stealing, so she had left a bouquet of wildflowers in payment. She had nothing else. Money was in short supply. At least she had left payment.. right? That counted for something.. right??

Now she lay in that warm embrace of the *stolen* hay.. the night was clear, the stars numerous. She began counting, slowly the numbers rose in her head, but not high enough. Not on this night. Those ever present nightmares seeming to slither in the back of her mind.. Sitting up, she looked to the west. A storm was coming, the dark clouds looming a flash here and there told her this storm would light up the world, at least her world, with those brilliant, and frightening, strikes and sounds.

She glances to the cabin, and sees William upon the roof. The spread of her ebony wings was soundless, as was her takeoff. She circled high, then silently flutters down behind Him...

"Booo" she playfully pokes Him in the sides.. tickling Him.. it was rare that Syn displayed any affection at all.. but
He... after all.. was the only one she would venture this close to.. really.. ~
 
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Lilith took another drag and with a laugh sat down next to Micheal watching a dark form, fly past them, she figured it was Syn. "Well now I never said anything like that..." she siad as she took a long drag and stubbed it out on the roof, adding it to a small bowl with a pile of spent butts in it. SHe meant to throw them away but..meh maybe later.

"Just stating a fact is all.." she said rather seriously as she shivered slightly, she needed to go get her coat, she was about due to fly out, go missing for a few days and return rather wosrt for the ware, cuts and bruises, well Micheal had been the only one to ever see any of them.. at least she thought. She stood and stretched, "I'm gonna go don't stay out here too long you'll freeze..." with that she quickly ducked into her room and slid on her trench coat and soon vaulted off of the roof, looking as if she was flying stright into the moon.
 
Nathaniel

Nathaniel sat on the lake shore, alone. He loved this place, nature's beauty undisturbed by civilization. He had come to the shore to watch the sunset and was just now getting up to go back to the house. He saw small lights on the roof, assuming them to be Lillith and Michael, he spread his silvery wings and flew to the house, looking up as he saw Lillith take off. He almost couldn't see her, because of her dark wings and clothes. He landed on the roof and looked over at michael before sitting down a few feet away. He sighed and layed back on the roof, his wings to either side of him, and closed his eyes.
 
Michael smiled slightly at her words. When she left, he watched her fly for a while, spreading his own wings, and folding them back up again, letting them lie loose.
He finished his ciggarette, and stubbed out the butt. Getting up slowly, and heading back inside, ducking in through the window of the attic bedroom, going through it, and heading into his own bedroom.
He shut the door behind him, and slipped on his headphones over his head, turning on the stereo, and letting music blare into his ears.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes
Fire blazed all around him. He turned quickly, his exit being blocked suddenly by a falling beam. He stumbled back, his hand going to his mouth as the fumes began to asphixiate him. He felt heat begin to rise up his back, and he fell to his knees. He took a deep breath... if he didnt go now, he wouldnt get out. He tried to look out through the smoke, but had no other choice. He pushed himself up, and flew up, and out, through the falling roof.
 
Nathan opened his eyes briefly when he heard Michael leaving, then closed his eyes again, sinking into his thoughts.
"The screaming... god... make it stop..."he thought. He couldn't move, he was strapped down in preparation for some new *expirement*, but the *doctor* didn't seem interested in his planned experiment right now. He was raping on of Nathan's sisters again, Nathan forced to watch, unable to turn away , and even when he closed his eyes, there were the screams. He fought against his bonds, he had to try to get free... if he could get free, he could save his sister... and make the bastard pay...
He opened his eyes and sat up with a start, looking around.
"Calm down, Nate... They're only memories... The doctor can't get you or your brothers and sisters..." he thought, trying to slow his breathing.
 
Jayden
19
Looks: He was not a man of noteworthy looks. Many considered him "just another kid" as he grew up..that is until his secret was discovered by Dr. Jake. He did not sand out, nor did he look to do so. He often thought of himself to look like his mother (though he had no memory of her).
Wing Color: His wings were different from the others. His emotions dictates his wing color. The few times he found true rage, his wings almost glowed with a red-hot ember orange, while most nights, his wings represented the dark blue feeling he contained within himself.
Personality: Dr. Jake made sure that he remained reclusive, often mute when it came to interacting with the others at the lab. He never was unkind though, despite the many chances to show his agression. He longed for friend..someone to trust.
Bio: Enjoys the peace the night brings. Is usually hiding in the shadows watching the house. He does not know if the others he knew are aware he survived the fire.


Jayden sat quietly against the base of the Oak tree he had come to call home for the past month. The night was cold to most, but he sat content watching his own breath form the fog around him. It let him know he was alive. He could see the house from where he was, and a time or two, could see Lilith and the others using their wings and manuevering around the lake. He had not gotten the courage to come to them. He had nowhere else to go, and would wait to see if this place was the heaven he had hoped for, or another of Dr. Jake's "tests".
 
As the sun faded into night Rose climebed higher and high on he gust of warm wair...before lazily spiraling down toward the lake once more, keeping just feet above the calm waters. She could reach a hand out to skim the surface.

She pulled up and landed elegantly on the shore, not far from where Nathaniel had been. She walked along the waters edge, contemplating. Sleep was foreign to her. She had never slept longer than a couple hours before faceless nightmares encompassed her once more.

Unlike the others she had no memory of the violations against her. He was also so quick to use the injection that made her forget so much. THe most she ever remembered was struggling.

After a while she turned back towards the lonely house they now called home. But she chose to walk back this time, along the quiet path, rather than fly.
 
Nathan shook his head, trying to clear it of the memories, when he saw someone walking toward the house. From the figure, it could only be Rose. He smiled slightly as he realized this, he enjoyed her company. They got along rather well, both enjoying the night, for it brought out the stars and the moon. He got up, gliding down to land beside her calmly.
"Mind if I join you?" he said with a smile.
 
Nathan's appearance broke Rose out of her thoughts. She returned his smile with one of his own.

"Not at all. Shaping up to be a beautiful night tonight."

She fluttered her wings once more after stretching them before folding them against her once more.
 
Nathan smiled, looking up at the sky.

"Yeah, the sky's so clear tonight." he said before looking back at her.

He felt closer to her than any of the others, maybe because of their shared interests, or maybe because they had been created by the *doctor* about the same time.
 
She softly took his hand in hers.

She loved just about everything about him, she guessed. From his silvery wings, to his outgoing self. He was so much the opposite of her. But somehow it just fit.

She was glad of the dark. It hid how her cheeks blushed whenever he gave her one of his big smiles.
 
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