Post by Jazmyn on Feb 10, 2007 19:49:46 GMT -5
Name: Damen
Age: 8
DOB: Unknown
Gender: Male
Type of experimentation: Damen’s embryo was graphed with red squirrel DNA. Curiously, Damen has a very strong grip on his humanity compared to his ‘sistah’ Amber (they aren’t actually related beyond the squirrelness), with somewhat diluted squirrel instincts, tongue, accent and an impressive intellect. In fact, his IQ is high enough for him to be officially gifted, should he ever officially exist.
Physical Description: Forget what I said about Amber – this kid looks like an honest-to-goodness red squirrel. Damen’s physique is almost pure squirrel – having red squirrel DNA graphed directly into his embryo he has very little physical human attributes at all, save what the scientists allowed (which wasn’t very much). Damen’s arms are short by human standards but perfect for climbing and supporting his weight, narrowing into delicate rodent hands with needle-like claws accustomed to gripping climbable surfaces. His legs are actually squirrel haunches with long hind feet that are capable of powerful jumps and kicks, but walking like a human is impossible. If climbing isn’t an option, Damen hops or runs with the aid of all fours. Pants are obviously out of the question but the majority of his tiny 3”2 body is covered in soft, dusty-red fur, save for his creamy white underbelly, chin and the insides of his arms and legs and the black bands running down the sides of his tall squirrel tail, covering anything that needs covering. Damen’s face is slightly pointy with a black button nose, twitchy whiskers and buck teeth, but you can see some human likeness in his wise brown eyes ringed with white and the abnormal crop of messy black hair nestled between his pointed black-tipped ears.
Personality: The kid may be cheeky, inquisitive, outgoing and naturally hyperactive, but Damen is actually a quiet soul with a big heart who’s just as happy in a crowd as he is sitting quietly in a corner with a book. Combine the two together and you have an intellectual squirrel that gets bored rather easily – and if no one’s gonna provide entertainment then he’ll just find some himself, whether that’s tailing some unfortunate individual, perfecting the art of the perfect ice-cream scoop, inventing some new device using the contents of the recycling bin or tracking down motorbikes to see “jus’ how fast Yamaha pain’ burns”.
Mind you, that only happened once.
If there’s one passion that Damen holds dear it’s his numbers; absorbing the world around him, retaining facts and breaking them down into logical mathematical sums and equations. Damen’s learnt a great deal in the big outdoors, such as reading (Beware of the Dog = No-go Zone) and social skills (Rule: Unhidden = Screeching Humans. Solution: Hide. Exceptions: Scientist [equals White Coat and Sadistic Manner – won’t Screech but still Hide] or human smells like empty green-glass bottles left on footpath and cannot walk straight.). Although he’s exceptionally intelligent you have to remember that Damen’s only eight – he doesn’t know everything, although he may act like it. Still naïve in some aspects it’s all too easy for him to get into trouble way over his head, especially since he’s looking for it half the time.
History: Damen began his life differently to other experiments. Instead of being born human and then being injected with foreign DNA, he never knew what it was like to be any different. His first few years as a mewling kit were in a strictly controlled environment with harsh bright lights and acidic smells where the scientists kept a close eye on their most successful embryo-spliced experiment so far. But what they didn’t realise was that he was keeping a close eye on them – associating sounds with the text on their badges was just the beginning of his learning experience. By the age of two, when his memory was still supposed to be developing, he could identify every scientist with a name, barcode number and the times at which they came and left.
After he turned six Damen was turned loose in the Helldome, where he was promptly greeted by several salivating felines. Had it not been for the fact that all of them wanted a large mangled piece of him but no one wanted to share it, Damen’s stay may have been short-lived, sneaking off into the undergrowth as they fought it out tooth and claw. From this encounter he realised that barcode numbers were going to do squat – he needed to learn some new tricks. So Damen learnt about foraging, the safest times to drink, where most of the predators hung out, how to stay invisible. But he learnt about companionship and teamwork from a strange source – the peculiar being that was Amber, who was more than half-mad but always meant well. She took him under her wing and thus the dynamic duo began. She looked after him and he helped restore what was left of her sanity, but what started out as a partnership quickly turned into a brother-sister bond.
Everything was going well (or as well as things could go given the location) until that stormy night when the Biodome’s walls were breeched. It was the moment the both of them were waiting for, but all it took was one fateful slip on Damen’s part to plummet from the canopy, separating the both of them as Amber rushed obliviously ahead, deaf to his shrieks above the stampede of creatures. Nursing a jarred hip, he managed to escape the nets and tranquilisers of the scientists as he frantically searched for his sister before being carried away by the tightly-knit crowd. Hitching a ride on a large-paw’s back he travelled several miles into the forest before disembarking, wandering around lost, sore and lonely, always looking for his sister.
Age: 8
DOB: Unknown
Gender: Male
Type of experimentation: Damen’s embryo was graphed with red squirrel DNA. Curiously, Damen has a very strong grip on his humanity compared to his ‘sistah’ Amber (they aren’t actually related beyond the squirrelness), with somewhat diluted squirrel instincts, tongue, accent and an impressive intellect. In fact, his IQ is high enough for him to be officially gifted, should he ever officially exist.
Physical Description: Forget what I said about Amber – this kid looks like an honest-to-goodness red squirrel. Damen’s physique is almost pure squirrel – having red squirrel DNA graphed directly into his embryo he has very little physical human attributes at all, save what the scientists allowed (which wasn’t very much). Damen’s arms are short by human standards but perfect for climbing and supporting his weight, narrowing into delicate rodent hands with needle-like claws accustomed to gripping climbable surfaces. His legs are actually squirrel haunches with long hind feet that are capable of powerful jumps and kicks, but walking like a human is impossible. If climbing isn’t an option, Damen hops or runs with the aid of all fours. Pants are obviously out of the question but the majority of his tiny 3”2 body is covered in soft, dusty-red fur, save for his creamy white underbelly, chin and the insides of his arms and legs and the black bands running down the sides of his tall squirrel tail, covering anything that needs covering. Damen’s face is slightly pointy with a black button nose, twitchy whiskers and buck teeth, but you can see some human likeness in his wise brown eyes ringed with white and the abnormal crop of messy black hair nestled between his pointed black-tipped ears.
Personality: The kid may be cheeky, inquisitive, outgoing and naturally hyperactive, but Damen is actually a quiet soul with a big heart who’s just as happy in a crowd as he is sitting quietly in a corner with a book. Combine the two together and you have an intellectual squirrel that gets bored rather easily – and if no one’s gonna provide entertainment then he’ll just find some himself, whether that’s tailing some unfortunate individual, perfecting the art of the perfect ice-cream scoop, inventing some new device using the contents of the recycling bin or tracking down motorbikes to see “jus’ how fast Yamaha pain’ burns”.
Mind you, that only happened once.
If there’s one passion that Damen holds dear it’s his numbers; absorbing the world around him, retaining facts and breaking them down into logical mathematical sums and equations. Damen’s learnt a great deal in the big outdoors, such as reading (Beware of the Dog = No-go Zone) and social skills (Rule: Unhidden = Screeching Humans. Solution: Hide. Exceptions: Scientist [equals White Coat and Sadistic Manner – won’t Screech but still Hide] or human smells like empty green-glass bottles left on footpath and cannot walk straight.). Although he’s exceptionally intelligent you have to remember that Damen’s only eight – he doesn’t know everything, although he may act like it. Still naïve in some aspects it’s all too easy for him to get into trouble way over his head, especially since he’s looking for it half the time.
History: Damen began his life differently to other experiments. Instead of being born human and then being injected with foreign DNA, he never knew what it was like to be any different. His first few years as a mewling kit were in a strictly controlled environment with harsh bright lights and acidic smells where the scientists kept a close eye on their most successful embryo-spliced experiment so far. But what they didn’t realise was that he was keeping a close eye on them – associating sounds with the text on their badges was just the beginning of his learning experience. By the age of two, when his memory was still supposed to be developing, he could identify every scientist with a name, barcode number and the times at which they came and left.
After he turned six Damen was turned loose in the Helldome, where he was promptly greeted by several salivating felines. Had it not been for the fact that all of them wanted a large mangled piece of him but no one wanted to share it, Damen’s stay may have been short-lived, sneaking off into the undergrowth as they fought it out tooth and claw. From this encounter he realised that barcode numbers were going to do squat – he needed to learn some new tricks. So Damen learnt about foraging, the safest times to drink, where most of the predators hung out, how to stay invisible. But he learnt about companionship and teamwork from a strange source – the peculiar being that was Amber, who was more than half-mad but always meant well. She took him under her wing and thus the dynamic duo began. She looked after him and he helped restore what was left of her sanity, but what started out as a partnership quickly turned into a brother-sister bond.
Everything was going well (or as well as things could go given the location) until that stormy night when the Biodome’s walls were breeched. It was the moment the both of them were waiting for, but all it took was one fateful slip on Damen’s part to plummet from the canopy, separating the both of them as Amber rushed obliviously ahead, deaf to his shrieks above the stampede of creatures. Nursing a jarred hip, he managed to escape the nets and tranquilisers of the scientists as he frantically searched for his sister before being carried away by the tightly-knit crowd. Hitching a ride on a large-paw’s back he travelled several miles into the forest before disembarking, wandering around lost, sore and lonely, always looking for his sister.