Post by Souleh on Oct 10, 2006 17:16:17 GMT -5
Mark another first down for Souleh. Rough and yeah.
Common Name: Skye.
Birth Name: Hayley Reece. ("Hero")
Age: DEAD.
Sex: Female.
Experimentation: Injections of mockingbird (mimus polyglottos) DNA. Extensive combat training.
Physical description: Skye was just a little shorter than her counterpart, Adrian. She had long brown hair, usually tied back at her neck, a few stray bangs often escaping. Her eyes were also brown, something like a dark shade of mud. Although short, she was in no way as fragile as her Adrian, all compact, spring-loaded muscle. Her wings were the usual colors of a mockingbird, the feathers extending down to her shoulders and in a ‘v’ plunging down to her lower back.
History: Skye grew up without her parents—by the time her mind was advanced enough to form memory, she was alone. There were most likely various kind souls that aided her, although none of them were particularly significant. When the lab got hold of her, she was nothing but another urchin whose absence wouldn’t be noticed, let alone missed. They attacked, dragged her away, the same old story.
When she awoke in the lab, she had no recollection of anything before that moment. In her mind, it was as if she had just woken up one day in a lab, with no semblance of a life before it. Skye knew nothing of life, it had all been forgotten. She had reacted strangely to a new (cheaper) tranquilizer they had developed, and had suddenly become a candidate for a pricey commission.
For a long while, she was spared any genetic modifications. They were busy training Skye, teaching her that everything was some sort of fight, and teaching her how to win. What they hadn’t planned was that their lessons would sink in to the point that she viewed even them as enemies, slowly becoming more and more rebellious as interaction with other experiments cracked through her first lessons of ‘your superiors excepted, of course.’
Her dissent was viewed as a small problem that could easily be reversed by proving to her their unlimited power. They finally made their decision as to which bidder she would go to, just as they sealed a deal with the affluent Caldik family. For a while, everything continued normally with her, until the gene therapy started, at first very slowly. Small, daily doses, enough to cause a general discomfort as her body altered at a snail’s pace. As they increased, so did the feathers, eventually leaving her body and forming their own appendages—wings. As the bird grew in her, her confidence faltered—she was not quite as loud spoken (though hardly silent), her anger was expressed slightly differently, and she became accustomed to fear.
Her wings still immature, she found herself transported one day, placed in a curious cell with trees, dimly lit and quiet compared to the regular lab. It didn’t take long for her to decide that this was Hers. She drifted off to sleep with that very notion.
She woke to a door slamming and then the quiet sound of bare feet. She attacked the intruder, who did a laughably poor job of defending himself. Labeled a non-threat, she pointed out to him that they both had the same ‘freaky ducky wings’, to which a hoarse voice quietly replied that they were mockingbirds and they weren’t really freaky, were they? She oohed, grinned, and introduced herself as 0752. When the funky little boy gave her his name, she expressed her surprise—she had never heard a number as high as ‘Adrian’ before! The oddest sort of giggle came from him, and, though indignant, she found herself deciding that he was an okay sort of guy.
They were each other’s first real friends, and so much more.
As time passed and their relationship progressed, she slowly began to regain her sense of humanity—of mattering more than just a little. She had a name, a gift from a boy that made her feel needed and protected all at once, and something worth fighting for. Their training became slowly more difficult, always a bit ahead of their skill, their punishments slowly more brutal, and Skye slowly more rebellious. Nothing could change her mind; not the torture of the lab, not Adrian’s frightened pleas that she behave, not the switch to punishing him for her rule breaking. All of it made her angrier, more determined. She talked non-stop about escape, revenge, a life somewhere where humans could never find them. She sucked Adrian in, he began to believe, and together they started planning.
Her dissent had become a big problem, irreversible. Skye was terminated; her body by sickness, her ideals by the destruction of any who held them.
As the old adage goes, the lab killed two birds with one stone.
Common Name: Skye.
Birth Name: Hayley Reece. ("Hero")
Age: DEAD.
Sex: Female.
Experimentation: Injections of mockingbird (mimus polyglottos) DNA. Extensive combat training.
Physical description: Skye was just a little shorter than her counterpart, Adrian. She had long brown hair, usually tied back at her neck, a few stray bangs often escaping. Her eyes were also brown, something like a dark shade of mud. Although short, she was in no way as fragile as her Adrian, all compact, spring-loaded muscle. Her wings were the usual colors of a mockingbird, the feathers extending down to her shoulders and in a ‘v’ plunging down to her lower back.
History: Skye grew up without her parents—by the time her mind was advanced enough to form memory, she was alone. There were most likely various kind souls that aided her, although none of them were particularly significant. When the lab got hold of her, she was nothing but another urchin whose absence wouldn’t be noticed, let alone missed. They attacked, dragged her away, the same old story.
When she awoke in the lab, she had no recollection of anything before that moment. In her mind, it was as if she had just woken up one day in a lab, with no semblance of a life before it. Skye knew nothing of life, it had all been forgotten. She had reacted strangely to a new (cheaper) tranquilizer they had developed, and had suddenly become a candidate for a pricey commission.
For a long while, she was spared any genetic modifications. They were busy training Skye, teaching her that everything was some sort of fight, and teaching her how to win. What they hadn’t planned was that their lessons would sink in to the point that she viewed even them as enemies, slowly becoming more and more rebellious as interaction with other experiments cracked through her first lessons of ‘your superiors excepted, of course.’
Her dissent was viewed as a small problem that could easily be reversed by proving to her their unlimited power. They finally made their decision as to which bidder she would go to, just as they sealed a deal with the affluent Caldik family. For a while, everything continued normally with her, until the gene therapy started, at first very slowly. Small, daily doses, enough to cause a general discomfort as her body altered at a snail’s pace. As they increased, so did the feathers, eventually leaving her body and forming their own appendages—wings. As the bird grew in her, her confidence faltered—she was not quite as loud spoken (though hardly silent), her anger was expressed slightly differently, and she became accustomed to fear.
Her wings still immature, she found herself transported one day, placed in a curious cell with trees, dimly lit and quiet compared to the regular lab. It didn’t take long for her to decide that this was Hers. She drifted off to sleep with that very notion.
She woke to a door slamming and then the quiet sound of bare feet. She attacked the intruder, who did a laughably poor job of defending himself. Labeled a non-threat, she pointed out to him that they both had the same ‘freaky ducky wings’, to which a hoarse voice quietly replied that they were mockingbirds and they weren’t really freaky, were they? She oohed, grinned, and introduced herself as 0752. When the funky little boy gave her his name, she expressed her surprise—she had never heard a number as high as ‘Adrian’ before! The oddest sort of giggle came from him, and, though indignant, she found herself deciding that he was an okay sort of guy.
They were each other’s first real friends, and so much more.
As time passed and their relationship progressed, she slowly began to regain her sense of humanity—of mattering more than just a little. She had a name, a gift from a boy that made her feel needed and protected all at once, and something worth fighting for. Their training became slowly more difficult, always a bit ahead of their skill, their punishments slowly more brutal, and Skye slowly more rebellious. Nothing could change her mind; not the torture of the lab, not Adrian’s frightened pleas that she behave, not the switch to punishing him for her rule breaking. All of it made her angrier, more determined. She talked non-stop about escape, revenge, a life somewhere where humans could never find them. She sucked Adrian in, he began to believe, and together they started planning.
Her dissent had become a big problem, irreversible. Skye was terminated; her body by sickness, her ideals by the destruction of any who held them.
As the old adage goes, the lab killed two birds with one stone.