Bred for War, Destined for Greatness. (Join us it's awesome I promise!)

I'm working.

ah when your done?//

An hour or so.

see ya then//

I'll post a starter, so you guys can start. But I won't be back for a while.

We can wait for you!//

Raphael awoke to someone rapping on his room door, a Care Officer. It was Lights on. He lifted his massive, gnarled self out of bed, and got his drawer open, getting his last fresh outfit. A grey jumpsuit, with white undershirt and socks, a drab black coat, and black slipon shoes.
"Chow time." A Care Officer said, sliding a tray in through the slit in.the reinforced steel door. It was full of drab, pastelike pink-grey mush. He devoured it easily. It was largely tasteless, and, his imposing teeth weren't suited for eating it. He made preparations, until a Care Officer, opened the door. He walked through it, stopping slightly as he did, to face the outside hall. Specimens were being escorted by a Care Officer each, and six walked the catwalks above, wielding weapons he'd heard were called MP5's, with obvious modifications and weapon furniture added.

Umbria was being led across the main platforms, to where ever the heck is next on the schedule

(Only Care Officers are permitted on the catwalks, it's how they keep an eye on the specimens.)
Raph walked through the main hall, turning left after a few hundred meters to the Education Department.

fixed it//

Raphael opened the door to one of the main educational rooms. Desks and chairs stacked in five rows of six, a relatively clean office desk was set up at the back left corner, with a matching chair, and a computer on it.
Raff took his seat.

Umbria was escoted to the ed room and sat down nodding a greating to the other in the room

Raphael waved, turning to his work.

Pandora walked in, smiling for no reason as always. She slid into her seat, humming ever so faintly as she did so. It was just one of those things she did, really. Sometimes she'd even sing in her sleep

"hi pandora" he murmered

Raphael finished his work and turned it into the box, and taking his seat.

Pandora's smile widened a tad. "Hello," she hummed, her tone chipper as she gave him a small wave

he waves and smiles a bit

(sorry- i'm not sure this is open, can I join?)

(It is!)

Pandora waved back before beginning to look through her assignments. She hated doing them, if only because they were tedious

(Ok I'll start making my oc :)

Name: Lucifer-842
Gender: Male
Sexuality: He doesn't know/questioning
Age: 19
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/511440101430053811/
Personality: Mind always racing, ADHD but keeps quiet, works well under pressure, craves physical contact but feels it's too dangerous, shy, thinks too much.
Abilities: The capability of administering a defibrillator-like shock to the subject, to resuscitate, and revive. He's nicknamed 'the necromancer' because there are rumours of him bringing test subjects back to life after many hours. They first discovered that his heart was capable of beating almost three times its normal speed, causing his arteries to clot and stop blood flow for a few seconds- then immediately sending a jolt of electricity as the blood rushes down. This leaves him very drained- but he has never failed,
Other: Has insomnia and fear of thunder.

(If he needs weekly injections, how will he escape?)

(steal them?)

(I guess, but they will be on the run, what if they run out?)

(oof yeah…ill change it.)