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[b][u][I]Opening Subject Folder...[/I][/u][/b]

[u][I]Photo Of Subject Before Mutation[/I][/u]
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[u][I]Photo Of Subject After Mutation[/I][/u]
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[u][I]Photo Of Subject's Animal Form[/I][/u]
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[b]Name[/b]
Zain [No Last Name Available]

[b]Age[/b]
Tests have confirmed subject is in fact 17

[b]Appearance[/b]
Before the experiments subject had long dark brown hair, roasted coffee colored skin, emerald green eyes, and stood at an average 5'11 with a normal body build. All of this changed after subject was brought into the program. Unlike the other test subjects patient Zain seems to be unable to regain his fully human form, current theory is this is caused by the subject's erratic state of mind. Subject's current state is a hybridization between his former appearance and the animal that was spliced into his DNA. The subject's hair is now a pitch black and his skin is now incredibly white color, nearly matching the color of snow. His irises have changed to a deep crimson red and his pupils have been replaced with feline like slits. Subjects teeth, especially his canines, have become pointed fangs, also of note both the nails on his hands and feet have become sharp claws. His former average body build has become much more slender, inhumanly so, and taller, now standing at 6'4. Also his bones seemed to have shifted in a way to match both a human's and a feline's, this can be seen in the subject's shoulder-blades with out a x-ray as they now protrude much more obviously now. The most drastic change in the subject, visibly speaking, in that he has sprouted both a fully functional tail, that runs the length of his body, and a pair of feline ears, replacing his old ones.

[b]Animal[/b]
Snowy-Sabertooth Tiger

[b]Bio[/b]
[I][u]Recording Of Subject Interview[/u][/I]
"....Talk into this thing or? Screw it all I'm starting story time." *Subject clears throat before spitting on the floor* "So whenever someone nowadays says street rat they think of some little rapscallion getting into some good nature mischief and staying [I]one jump ahead of the law man[/I]." *Subject sings the last part before laughing* "Well all of that is bullshite and believe me I know shite when I smell it. Street rat is what the gangbangers, drug pushers, pimps and hoes, you know the real up standing type. Anywho street rats is what those guys call the kids who live on the streets and have no where else to go and that aren't part of their click, but still do stuff for them, normally stupid or small stuff." *Subject gets distracted by the guards changing shift before proceeding to go on about a story involving a security guard he once knew* "...I swear this dumbass had his breeches around his ankles and the trick on her knees in front of him when he got caught and the best thing he could think to say was. [I]I lost my nightstick[/I]." *Subject bursts out laughing before being reminded why he is there* "Oh yeah yeah right, where was I oh yeah street rats. So I guess you guessed I was one of those little criminals in training right? Well screw you for assuming that!... You would be right, but still... screw you." *Subject clears throat and spits on the floor again* "So yeah I was a street rat, a pretty damn good one to. I ran drugs for the pushers, delivered some hot merchandise for a few of the gangs, damn I even worked as advertising for few of the pimps, though they always stiffed me on the pay. *Subject mummers something about whore mothers under his breath* "Things were going pretty good, I had a nice abandon hotel in downtown all to myself, it use to be a meth house, but someone narced on the former squatters and the heat cleared that place out nice and good." *Subject laughs to himself* "I had some good money coming in, I was able to eat about once a day. But it all went to shite because some shite for brains had to look up!!" *The subject yells before taking a deep breath and slicking his hair back* "It was a drug run to uptown, you know fancy buildings and douchebag people, so I decided to use the roof tops, that is normally the best route. I was almost to the buyers place when I lost my footing and almost fell into an ally, an ally that a damn cop was taking his break in. If that damn pig didn't look up I would've made it to the buyers place and be golden, but nope. The donut gobbler looked up and spotted me, I got caught about a hour later." *Subject lets out a breath of exasperation* "You want to know the cherry on this shite cake? It turns out the buyer was the f*cking mayor!!" *Subject laughs* "I bet he nearly lost it when he heard about a kid getting caught with a pound of crack a block from his house. Though I would wager he still got another... pisshat."
[I][u]End Of Recording[/u][/I]

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