Diabolical Daemonic ’s Comments (group member since Jan 26, 2011)

Diabolical Daemonic ’s comments from the Maximum Ride RP! group.

The haze of drugs jumped in sharp relief at a sound. Was it whispered? Or perhaps it was shouted? His thoughts were not his in this land of mists, his head heavy against smooth knees.

"One of your station should know as such, should you not?" The retort was little more than croaked, quivering as it trembled out, fading in the darkness that surrounded them. But much relied on such beasts of night, and he learnt to appease whatever thirsts they brought. "I was once dubbed Ismael by one of your ilk, but am more formally addressed as Subject 3A/D7."

He tried to force open the irons his lids had become, but managed only a sliver of sea green eyes, a disembodied head floating at the edge of his fading vision.

He would never have guessed at the pain.

Searing like a brand, it was all encompassing, all consuming, the feeling that what should be there still was, but was not. Muscles flexed imaginary limbs stretching the gaping wounds and snapping the stitches that were only new made.

A raw throat bobbed, swallowing a scream of both pain and frustration, the heavy manacle bound to his throat scraping the skin and drawing blood, the hot liquid trailing down his bandaged chest, soaking into yet another stain dotting him.

Why wouldn't they let him die? Sweet death, he wished to take her willing hand.

But the prodding needle tickling his flesh would allow no such crime, the hot hands shoving the cool steel into his unwilling veins, the liquid filling his bloodstream, racing to his heart.

Morphine dulled it all.

Even the sound of the scientists steps were faint in his ears, the resounding clang stirring the chains pooled at his bare feet, their bottom still cold from the snow he had so forcibly been dragged. The endless snow of the Russian wastes.

To escape was to freeze, with or without the phantom spectres hanging limb against his shoulders. Perhaps they would be kind, perhaps they would find his existence now useless to them.

Alright, gotcha.

So, would there be anyway for me to get into the roleplay, hmm?

Mhmm, surgically removed and all that hype ;)

Name: Ismael "Izzy" Géroux
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hybrid: 90% Human; 10% Burrowing Owl
Appearance: [here]
Personality: Ismael is a very serious, devoted person, following his goals through to the end no matter the harm to him or those around him.

He isn't one to persecute a person for their crimes, though he will hold his own judgement. Because of this, he is (overall), a very cool, level-headed person, and an excellent councillor or a person to go to if advice is needed.

He is very methodical, going over evidence again and again until he finds that extra bit that gives a mile. At times, he can be quite mournful over the past, particularly over the loss of his wings.