Thank you Admins for letting this through. :)

Actually, I just took it down. We need to confer about the restricitions, which we probably won't allow.

Admin

I am a Chatholic, my life is boring, this looks fun, so heck! I reserve.

(acat)

Where? 

Thank you Admins!

This looks so cool Rogue! Reserving one spot! 

Reserving!

I'm fine with a Christian RP, I reserve!

My child you shall rise again...

Name: Savanna(Anna for short) Kiemes

Gender: female

Personality: devoted, strong, wise. A bit quiet and a kind heart. Graceful and sly. Polite. Protective. Stands up for what she believes in. Prepared. 

appearance: long, silvery blonde hair in a ponytail, large grey eyes with a hint of blue, small nose. Simple clothes. Short.

What were you trying to acheive:  using a newly discovered method of communication to make more efficient ways to help victims of natural disasters.

What was the result of your failure: several victims of a fierce hurricane were left stranded. Of all who were there, only one in twenty lived. 

So...I guess you decided to let this through? (Rogue’s Scientist RP

Yes as it is now.

Admin

Now this, this is something I want to be a part of!

Name: Nicholas Bravo

Gender: Male (should be obvious)

Age: 20 

Appearance:  Dirty Blond, slowly becoming more dirty than blond; light tan; blood-shot eyes due to constant use of ibuprofen or aspirin; light green shirt; cargo pants; and somtimes a black jacket or coat.

Personality: He's a sly, parinoid, boastful son of a gun. And he has ADHD.

What he was trying to achieve: a micro-organism that can mimic the DNA and appearances of any creature.

His failure: Actually succeeding and accidentally letting it escape his lab. Unfortunately succeeding so well that it dissolves the creature in order to obtain DNA. It also duplicates so rapidly, that any creature that comes into contact with it is dissolved and turned into a distinct meaty brown supercolony of the micro-organism within an hour.

Below is an edited picture of him before the outbreak.

I'm going to diverge from my usual shy scared boy RP OC and go, well, the complete opposite.

Name: Phoebe Thrice

Gender: Female

Appearence: She has caramel skin and her build is short and stocky.  Her head is shaved because hair is just too much for her.  She wears dark gray cargo pants tucked into army green boots, a fitted black turtleneck, utility belt, and a dozen pouches and pockets strapped to her arms.  She has pockets eveywhere, actually, even her boots.  She wears a worn pitch black thousand-pocketed trench coat, except for when she's in the lab; then she wears an ugly one-white lab coat.  She keeps the lab coat in a bag strapped around her waist. Her eyes are unnaturaly light blue, often bloodshot and always insane.  Her chin is abnormally pointy, and she has full lips.  She is not beautiful.

Personality: She is loud, mean, asks a thousand question for no reason, and talks a lot.  A conversation doesn't go by that she doesn't insert herself into.  She has less than zero charisma, and no one is her friend.  She never really could see a difference between having friends and being with people, though.  She also revels in the mistakes of both herself and others.  She also has a weird fascination with psychology and the brain.

What she was trying to acheive: She was creating chemicals with her equally deranged lab partners (about a dozen of them) to try and emulate chemicals in the brain.  They took an oath and all tested them at once (real smart, I know). 

What was the result of her failure:
Two died, one couple went insane together and ran off, and the rest
suffered a complete personality change and amnesia, except Phoebe.  I'll
decide if she didn't take the drink or if she didn't have the reaction
later.

Name: North (no last name), endearingly called 'Alpha' by anyone who knows her.

Age: 19 

Gender: Female

Appearence: Pixie-cut, light auburn hair, odd, grey eyes, tan skin. Her eyes always have a slightly paranoid look in them.

Personality: A bit jumpy, compassionate, loyal, straightforward, loving, sad, and in desperate need of help.

What were you trying to acheive: North was trying to find a way to keep people who are fatally wounded from dying.

What was the result of your failure: The result of the treatment was that the physical bodies of the test subjects couldn't take the treatement, and so the bodies died. However, the souls of the subjects reacted to the treatment, and so they lived on. Basically, North invented ghosts. But what happened next was even worse. The souls didn't hold the shape of their bodies, so they tranformed into terrifying specters. They could never go home, and North was responsible. North keeps the ghosts safe inside her lab, never to be seen by the outside world ever again.