The shapeshifter. A mythical race that only haunts our world today. Science has nullified them; history has forgotten them; they are an impossible race, animal turned human.
But in a parallel world close to our own, the impossible is about to become reality.
12th December, 2010. And a very strange occurence. At around 10:00, a wolf went on the rampage in Camden Market, London, killing 2 people and seriously injuring another. Now everyone knows that the wolf, as a species, no longer exists anywhere in England, and how the animal managed to get into a bustling center of commerce. The police closed the case as quickly as they could, blaming the attack upon an escaped zoo animal-turned-wild. But by the 14th, the incident was no longer isolated. A tiger had broken into a house, killing a whole family. The animal, like the wolf, was put down, and both cases were freshly examined for study. These were no ordinary animal attacks.
Alongside that, people began to go missing. A woman named dissapeared after telling her husband she had gone to Camden Market to do some shopping. The body of the fourteen-year-old girl killed alongside her family by a tiger was never found. No blood, no signs of a struggle. Just there one minute, and gone the next. Everywhere the killings went, there were always unexplained happenings; missing bodies, teenagers, adults. The only links between the attacks were the fact that there were no signs of a struggle, and every person that vanished was never under the age of eleven.
It was only by the 24th, with one hundred and two dead, and at least seventy missing, that the truth was uncovered.
A bobcat that had savaged two people was brought into examination, the first animal the police had been able to subdue without killing it. After a series of blood tests, the scientists found something very odd in the subject's DNA. A mutation. The chromosomes had doubled; one set of ordinary bobcat genes, and a set that looked suspiciously like human. It was decided that the animal be kept in quarantine to be observed. For the first twenty-four hours, the animal remained the same; vicious, crazed, and with no human tendencies at all. Then, exactly twenty-four hours since the attack began, a sleepy guard rubbed his eyes and stared confusedley at the security camera screen. He blinked. He blinked again. But it was still there. A man was lying where the bobcat had been sleeping a moment ago, in tattered rags. The scientists and security were notified, and the man was woken from his apparently deep slumber. But, even after much testing and interrogating, the man still yielded no answers. He remembered nothing of how he got there; where he had been, nor of what he had been doing. All he could remember was sitting down with his wife and son...and then nothing.
By now, the government, and the public, were pressurising science for an answer. And so science gave them their answer. The shapeshifter had materiallized into everyday existence, and life would never be the same again. And so, on Christmas morning, Operation Zoo was launched. Every shapeshifter, animal or human, was rounded up, and taken to the Zoo. This was a old military site that had been left to ruin and repair since World War II, and now was the new home for almost 150 captured shapeshifters. A 10-metre wall was built around the chosen site, topped with barbed wire, and the mutants were airshipped in by helicopter, the animal relased from cages lowered into the ground. And then they were alone. Humans ranging in age, from eleven to around fourty, now found themselves in a new world. After exploring the site, and testing out the new rules of this new reality, it was discovered that after the first mindlessley painful shift, it was possible to shift upon demand, and relatively painlessley. At first, a loose group of shifters formed a sort of council, but were quickly disbanded when several of them were killed by a member of another group of would-be leaders. Then came a period of panic that lasted for a while, as dominance was established, and others realised their other power: to kill. around 90 died, maybe even more had a sqaudron flown in a tranqed the survivors.
Eventually, once the battle died down, there were two groups, or Houses, the name coined by a fifteen-year old in memory of a distant school. Forest House, and Plane House. The two live in seperate areas; the forested area, and the runway strip, and are on the brink of another war, caused by stealing food supplies from both sides. No Keeper will save them this time. This time, the Zoo is closing down. For good.
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This is pretty rubbish. If anyone can do better, please IM me, kitkatt.
aeoneeveemoon- Tam Way (F)
Rinn- Livv+Rinn Crowther (F)
Doodlebop- Allison Peters (F)
kikatt- Drake Merwood(P)
Dark Moonlight- Elsetta (F)
infenorose800-Alan Macanally + Hemlich Municson (P+P)
aeoneeveemoon- 3 unspecified characters (?)
Gentle Manne- Agustin Morrow(P)
None, yet; keep it up!
UPDATE: As far as I know, due to a little school work and a lot of reserved characters, I have decided that the RP will be open by Friday afternoon (GMT time). Sorry if you are waiting to start, I want to make this a good one!
Get discussing! K x