"In my experience, I've found that the men who start wars are rarely the ones who fight them."
Theme Song: N/A | Font Color: White | Experiment No. 205

Gender: Male
Age: 19
Date of Birth: May 2, 1998

Physical Appearance:
Khari has dark skin and black, shoulder length hair styled in dreadlocks. His eyes are chocolate brown, and show signs of his aging beyond his years. Khari carries himself like he's already old, harden from years of battles he should have never had to fight. He is covered in scars, some old, some new. Khari is fairly large; he stands at 6 six feet even, and is well muscled.

Personality:
Khari has a serious nature, and always has. Having been deprived of his childhood, one could say that he has always been an adult. He is intelligent, stern, and tends to be the level headed man of any group. He tends to be more on quiet side, only chiming in when its actually needed. Having been on the outside longer than most other experiments, he's often asked what the real world is like. Khari has never answered such questions, as he feels his personal experience isn't one to go by.

The only good thing to come out of the School was the actual schooling. Khari was given a chance to receive an education that he'd never been given before. When it comes to his schoolwork, he is very studious. He takes it seriously and will stay up studying for tests as if his life depends on it. The way he figures, if he ever gets out, it very well may.

Strengths:
Khari is best known for his fighting skills, weaponry skills, and physical strength. When the school targeted orphanages in third world, warring countries, picking out former child soldiers was no accident. They were young enough to remodel into their hybrids, but still trained and often willing to kill. They made excellent erasers and super soldiers, as many would unquestioningly obey commands as they had been taught to their whole lives. Khari was lucky enough to have one more strength: His mind. He is very intelligent and independent, even if he never got a chance to show it before.

Weaknesses:
One can imagine that growing up on a battlefield leaves one with a lot of scars; not all of those scars can be seen. Khari will likely never completely get over the trauma he endured. Some nights it keeps him up, others, it wakes him out of his sleep. He tends to be on the cynical side, though one can hardly blame him. Khari takes anxiety medicine at the School to ensure that he doesn't experience panic attacks. This is one of the reasons he hasn't been sold off as a soldier or turned into an eraser.

Mutant Powers:
Can't think of anything right now. Might add one later.

Wing Appearance:
Tri-colored raptor wings that stretch out to 16 feet tip to tip. They are very flexible, folding up neatly along his back to make him almost unnoticeable under normal clothing. Khari was lucky to come along later in the game, when the white coats had worked the kinks out of graphing wings onto already existing subjects. While not quite as good as those who are born with them, he a surprisingly agile flyer.

Background Story:

It's not something Khari likes talking about, but he will if coaxed. He was born in a small village in West Africa, in a country plagued by the war. Their village was protected by government troops, until the troops fell and the rebel militia took over. It was a dark time: men and young boys were seized, forced to join the rebel troops, women were abused and killed. Khari was only four when it began, and six when the government finally came and fought the rebels off. The village thought they were saved. They weren't.

Most of the villagers had already fled during the take over, and the government troops assumed whoever remained were aligned with the rebels. The massacre began. Khari's mother told him to run as fast and far as he could, and never to look back. He can only assume she was killed.

Khari escaped into the countryside and lived off the land for a little while. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't particularly unhappy either. He figured he'd live that way forever, until he came across a rebel military faction. They captured him and forced him into the ranks of their mercenary battalion; at age six, Khari became a child soldier.

The next two years passed in a blur. The battalion took towns, ambushed troops, killed mercilessly and indiscriminately. Khari learned to shoot a gun as easy as one drinks water. The absentminded killing is something that still haunted Khari to this day. How could he have ever been capable of such things?

Khari was ten when government troops captured his battalion. The adults were detained, and the children were sent to a missionary orphanage. The facilities left something to be desired, food was scarce, and the beds were rickety and lumpy, but it was leaps and bounds better than where he had been. Khari was unlikely to ever be adopted. But, by some miracle, a very wealthy American man came by to meet him, and adopted him that very same day.

He later found out that this wasn't so lucky. The man was a recruiter for the school, and collecting kids from orphanages across the world was what he did for a living. Khari got to the school and the experiments began. The rest can go without saying.

Phoenix "Nix"

I drew that myself cuz i couldn't find what i wanted.

"I won't pick a fight with ya, boyo, but I am no' gonna let ya beat me up."

Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Pheonix | Font Color: f26522 | Experiment No. 259

Gender
Male

Age
18

Date of Birth
August 29th

Physical Appearance
At a lean height of 6'3, with flaming, feathery hair that reaches to below his shoulder blades, Nix is easily awe-inspiring to strangers. Named for the bird of myth, Nix often has a few whitecoats refer to him as The Phoenix, for his mannerisms and the way he holds himself are almost ethereal. Long, graceful limbs and green blue eyes, angular facial features and high cheekbones. His skin is a pale golden color, and along his spine is a scar about 6 inches long. His muscles are sleek and streamlined, not at all like the ones you might see on a body builder. His slightly loose clothes hide the power in his body, which has caused many opponents to underestimate him. An irish trinity knot rests on a slender, strong chain around his neck.

Personality
He is calm and quiet most of the time, preferring to watch things progress. He's sarcastic, especially when dealing with whitecoats and erasers. He's as protective as a dragon and twice as fierce. Nix can be foul tempered when it rains or after a fight due to the overabundance of adrenaline his body produces. He has strong insecurities but prefers not to voice them, and he occasionally snaps, then flies off to blow off steam (sometimes literally). Nix hates having his feet knocked out from under him, or having his legs pinned due to the accident and then screwed up surgery he had been given. He sometimes has nightmares over the memories.

Strengths
Fast and graceful flier, can be counted on to remain steady when in a tough situation, and he's extremely strong from having to drag himself around for almost six years. He does his own strict, rigorous physical workout to remain so.

Weaknesses
Phoenix can be hot tempered when provoked, despite his normally calm and quiet demeanor. His pyrokinesis needs work. He almost set his bed on fire once. He panics if his legs are pinned, and gets angry when they are knocked out from underneath him. The scar along his spinal cord aches and hurts him sometimes.

Mutant Powers
Pyrokinesis-Fire manipulation.

Wing Appearance
With a mighty wingspan of 15 feet, multiple hues of reds, yellows and faint hints of orange glow in sunlight, giving the appearance that they're made of fire.

Background Story
Phoenix's mom's sister was a whitecoat who injected avian dna into the womb when his mother was pregnant. His mother had no clue. And when he was only a year old, he and his parents got into a terrible car accident. Both parents died in the crash, his aunt immediately claimed him. Phoenix was horribly injured in the accident, and his legs were paralyzed. The whitecoat whisked him off to a laboratory on the far Irish coast where the scientists tried to fix his legs. they failed and for six years they tried to find a solution.

At the age of four, he began to grow his wings, and it was painful for him. He lay in his bed crying for days on end. when he was eight, the scientists finally found a way to fix his legs. They operated on him, injected him with various chemicals, sewed him up and restricted him to his bed for four months. His slightly advanced healing helped though. When his back was healed they taught him to walk and it was slow going. To punish him when he failed to do what exercises they wanted him to do, they would often knock his feet out from under him or to pin them to the ground. He'd land on on his wings and it would hurt.

when he was 12, they moved him to a laboratory in America where he's been ever since. He's only just now discovered his pyrokinesis.