Chernobyl

[Egyptian Myth]

On April 26th, 1986, a Soviet nuclear power plant exploded in Chernobyl, a city of what was then Soviet Russia. The explosion produced a radioactive cloud that flooded across not only half of Russia but a majority of Europe as well. Many were instantly killed by radiation nearby, while millions more developed radiation-related illnesses that usually led to suffering and eventually death. At that time the disaster was kept quiet by the Soviets as they evacuated the city and tried to take care of damage. Evacuees were told they could return in a few days - but this was not the case. Radiation lingered for years, keeping Chernobyl mostly abandoned but for a few who never evacuated and decided to maintain life there despite radiation dangers.

There was another effect, however, that the Soviets kept the most quiet. Some citizens of Chernobyl reacted much differently to the radiation than what was normal. Most of these reactions occured the instant of the explosion, while a few others, such as those who didn't evacuate, had a similar effect over time. Some of those living right in Chernobyl or close enough to the power plant at the time of the explosion were changed drastically by the radiation, as if the radiation shoved different things into different people. It wasn't just mutation - in mutation there's just genes acting strange, genes that, although abnormal, are still there to begin with.
These victims of radiation took on whole new attributes, attributes not at all human. Some people became made out of rock, living statues. Others could melt or glow at will. And still others gained animal characteristics, some to a greater degree than others; while some people had cat eyes and claws, other people were completely furred, ears, tail, and all.

Many of these radiation victims died, either from their genes not settling enough or from just being unable to adjust to their new forms. Although a reasonable community managed to live in Chernobyl, apparently now immune to further radiation effects, the Soviets have now sent in specially skilled troops to eliminate the changed survivors, and with them the greatest evidence of the nuclear explosion and its havoc-wreaking radiation.

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Based on a true story! 8D Yay geography education!
Anyway. Rules.
- No GMing. No immortal or even regenerative charries. No killing without permission.
- Be literate. No one-liners. If you can't post at least a paragraph, wait until you can.
- Violence, romance, swearing, ch'yeah; as usual, no extremes.
- Be creative with your charries! Don't have everyone being part animal. Characters don't even have to be the specially affected, they can just be citizens who never evacuated too.
- Soviet troop characters also allowed; if no one roleplays them then they'll just be mine to control.
- Questions, comments, special requests must be sent by PM. No OoC spamming.

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Templates.

Name(please try to use authentic Russian names):
Gender:
Age:
Radiation Effect(unless charrie is Soviet):
Appearance:
Other(if charrie's Soviet, say so here):

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Name: Fyodor
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Radiation Effect: Osprey genes
Appearance: fc06.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/283/6/e/THE_OSPREY_BOY_by_mutant_mafiosa.jpg White & black-brown coloration, including hair. Golden yellow eyes, yellow-scaled claws. Goggles are red, scarf is yellow, shorts are army green, gloves are army green with red markings.
Other: Homeless. Fishes for food, occasionally steals for food besides fish. Other citizens don't trust him, not only because of his appearance but because he tends to keep to himself; but he's a good guy once one gets to know him.

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We'll start once we have two other players; others welcome to join after we start.
Enjoy! n_n

[Rae-chan]

Name: Natasha
Gender: female
Age: 19
Radiation Effect: she can create bright flashes, or concentrated beams of light
Appearance: aprrox. 5'5", very pale blue eyes. Her hair is brown, and cut just below her chin. Clothing ranges from pants and long coats to many layers of shirts, pants, and a scarf.
Other: Her personality could be described as sweet, sometimes naive, and very easily startled. She is very emotional, but manages to hide it well until she is alone. Natasha has no siblings, and no living relatives to speak of.

[Lunar Tragedy]

Name: Anya
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Radiation Effect: Cherry Salmon (seema) genes.
Appearance: She looks like a fairly normal girl with light brown hair to her midback. Her eyes are an almost gold color though, and behind the hair she hides gill slits that allow her to breathe in fresh water. Her body is thin, reaching a height of 5 feet and her skin isn't quite pale, but close.
Other: She's an excellent swimmer with an easy-going personality. Her family died from the radiation, but she's tried to help others cope with it. In general, she's friendly enough but doesn't go out of her way to make friends.

[Egyptian Myth]

( YEY. )

It was early autumn and late evening in Chernobyl. Leaves had just begun to fall; the warmth of summer lingered in the air but was sometimes brushed aside by chilly breezes, especially at night. Scattered clouds ate clumps of stars, but besides that the night sky was clear, a half moon casting dim moonlight.

Black talons clung to a crumbling, stone rooftop, the bright golden eyes of an osprey surveying the area... though with poor night vision. Fyodor, before the radiation took hold of him, had been somewhat nocturnal, but now that he was part osprey the bird's diurnal-ness limited his nighttime capabilities. He restrained a yawn, instead stretching great feathered wings to either side of him. Although more diurnal than ever now, it was safer for him at night when their were less soldiers patrolling...

[Rae-chan]

Somewhere nearby the occupied rooftop was a less fortunate building with a collapsed pair of walls. The gentle tink of metal on cobblestone echoed about the little space as a mood ring fell to the floor and rolled off beneath the rubble. A distressed mutter of some old woman's phrase escaped the lips of a rather young person, perhaps in their late teens.

After a few moments of fruitless searching the girl glanced about, tucking strands of brown hair behind her ears. As far as her eyes could see in the pale light, all was clear. She knelt down, bending her arms to peek beneath a few slabs of concrete, but the visibility there was even worse. Natty extended one hand, fingers close, but not flush with one another, towards the shadows. A thrilling glow errupted in the little corner of the building before subsiding into a long, thin beam of yellow light which she panned around in search of the lost piece of jewelry.

[Lunar Tragedy]

((I'm sorry, I had to... just because you said she was easy to startle. =D))

Just feet away from the building it eminated from, a thin teen turned with narrowed eyes toward the light that outshone the moon's unobstructed glow. At first, she'd only heard the noise and thought little of it, but the corresponding mutter couldn't be dismissed as easily. Slowly, that glow was concentrated into a thin beam, and the girl watching this was left staring at another female who seemed to be controlling it.

Anya stepped forward almost hesitantly, offering a tiny smile as she extended her own portable light source. The flashlight clicked on with a button, casting light into a dim area so that it intersected with Natasha's. "What are we looking for?" She asked, keeping her voice quiet. It wasn't as though she was unaware her sudden appearance would shock the woman, but that alone wouldn't stop her.

[Egyptian Myth]

A light, metallic sound found the avian boy's feather-tufted ears, turning his head towards the source. All his eyes could catch was a brief sparkle of something as it fell within the ruins of some structure. The sound was soon followed by a flash that quickly diminished into a peculiar ray that moved about. As he squinted to try to see who was behind the light, another appeared, though different from the first. As the second individual walked through the moonlight into the hollowed building, a thin, feminine frame appeared silhouetted for a second.

Fyodor tilted his head, squinting more but still failing to see either of them; only their flashlights.
"What are you looking for?" A female voice spoke quietly. Tilting his head the other way, he stood from his crouch and carefully walked along the rooftop closer to where they were on his right. Once at the end of the roof, he crouched, spread his wings, and leapt off. His wings caught the air and sent him in a steadily downward glide; he flapped them once, just enough to let his talons catch the top of what remained of the hollow structure. The strong feathers that made his tail spread in his landing, as did his wings, for balance.

His claw-like hands held the stone between his feet as he peered down, now close enough that the dim moonlight illuminated the two vague forms of the flashlight-carriers... Except one of them didn't appear to be holding a flashlight; her beam appeared to come from her fingertips. Must be another somebody tainted by radioactivity...

[Rae-chan]

Having been completely oblivious to the arrival of the second girl, so the addition to her light, soon followed by a voice, had an effect equal to that of a vicious snarl. "Oh!" Natty jumped, her light fluttering, and blinking out. She landed flat on her stomach with a soft thud, thankful not to have hit her head on any of the debris.

She glanced towards the owner of the flashlight with an apologetic smile "I am sorry..you startled me." Natasha stood, lightly brushing dust off her coat before light flickered back into play between the palms of her hands. It was situated in an orb for the time being, but making another beam would not be difficult. "I dropped my ring..a little silver thing with a circle tiger's eye stone.."

The young woman did not seem at all concerned about revealing her strange talent. Producing light was very rarely viewed upon as a bad thing, so she had little to worry about as far as plain-clothes persons were concerned. She glanced over at the newcomer once more, raising one hand to tap lightly at her chin. "My name is Natasha..or, Natty. And you ?"

As always she was focused in on her current task, so the movement near the top of the structure had escaped her attention. Even the sound of feathers, and wind being pushed beneath his wings had not stirred any suspicion as it probably should have.