Appearance Subject Height: 5'2" - 6'5", variably (seems to prefer 5'10") Subject Weight: 140lbs Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Brown
Backstory Subject was born in a low-income household in the town of [CLASSIFIED], Minnesota, the older of two girls by ten years. Her mother was institutionalized not long after the birth of the second child - a review of her medical records suggest an extreme case of post-partum depression combined with pre-existing mental conditions. Her father's factory job kept him busy for most of the day, resulting in subject becoming primary caretaker of younger sibling. Upon occurrence of incident 3761-B, subject and her sibling (henceforth referred to as Subject 749-A) were among the children of [CLASSIFIED] exposed to Daedalus brand 'Tantalus' mutagen leaked into the water supply by Daedalus shell company [CLASSIFIED]. In accordance with policy, exposed children were tested for side effects - those displaying a resistance to its effects were pronounced dead and taken into Daedalus custody, among them the subject and 749-A; subject was seventeen years old at the time. Subject was kept in a medically induced coma for a period of five years following her arrival at the facility, during which her procedures took place interspersed with further immersion in Tantalus-class mutagen vats; interviews with the subject suggests she is unaware of how much time has passed since she was taken, though she claims to have been cognizant of her procedures in a sub-conscious 'dreaming' state. She has been confined as per procedure and kept in testing with other subjects since her awakening. For further information, see Subject File 749-A, Project 'Charybdiss'.
Personality Subject displays strong empathetic and moral tendencies - other test subjects allowed in proximity have described her as 'motherly' and generally good-humored. Shows an abiding willfulness and frequently refuses to cooperate with even the simplest of Corporation instructions until force is applied. As of time of writing, has attempted to escape her containment cell [7] times, in spite of punishments for failed attempts. Note to personnel in charge of her handling - consider the threatening of other subjects as a means of discouraging rowdy behavior.
Procedure After initial exposure to Tantalus-class mutagen, subject was operated on intermittently, with exposure to mutagenic agent interspersed to aid in body's acceptance of foreign muscle matter. Much of the muscle in the subject's arms, legs, and torso has been replaced with vat-grown 'spring' tissue, bands of coiled muscle resembling chains that reach up to ten feet at full length. Subject's nervous system also rewired by mutagenic agent to allow for control of replaced musclemass.
Modifications In addition to the enhanced speed and strength granted by hyper-dense muscle-mass, subject is also capable of extending the 'springs' out through holes in her wrists and shins, as well as through her mouth, giving the appearance of long, fleshy chains fired out of her body. Her control of the chains falls short of prehensile - she is able to grab onto things and grip them with a great deal of strength, though complex manipulation with the chains seems unfortunately out of her reach. The chains have an incredible tensile strength - in testing, subject proved able to hold onto two trucks as they attempted to drive in different directions from her, eventually (with some apparent effort) ripping the doors off of them. In addition, she is able to manipulate her musclemass from within her body, allowing her to change her apparent height and weight, though only within parameters.
Talents Subject self-identifies as an excellent chef - consider offering access to a stove in exchange for good behavior. Her Cello-playing privileges have been permanently revoked after the incidents of [CLASSIFIED].
Looking Deeper
What do you value most? What (or who) are you most afraid to lose? I lost my sister, my family, my home... you took everything away from me, and you ask me what I'm afraid to lose? ... I'm afraid to lose me, I guess.
What was your favorite thing to do, before you were taken? We would go sledding, Cassie and I. She loved to go sledding.
Backstory Jason was originally Special Forces, in a secret unit that specialised in stealth and assassinations. Efficient in his field, Jason was a part of multiple different operations and lead the unit during the latter half of his military career. Jason was known for his quick decision making and skill in Close Quarters Combat. When all else failed, Jason could always rely on his fists. During his last mission, they were tasked with infiltrating a terrorist compound and killing the Cell's leader. The mission was complete, however something went wrong. The alarm system tripped and his squad were forced to make a quick and messy exit. With the odds of success dwindling with every second, the last door was grinding to a close. Covering them so they could escape, the soldier quickly began to crawl under. His legs were crushed under the industrial door and he was dragged away, blood leaving a seeping trail into the sand.
Amputation was the only option, and Jason was left stranded in a wheelchair. With no life to return to back home, Jason was discharged and left in an empty house back in the States. For a whole year, Jason cursed the day and was left to wallow in his own self pity. He felt so useless. He didn't know anything else, he got out as school as soon as possible. That was until he got a letter that would change his life. Literally. With the header reading as Daedalus Corp, Jason carefully read each sentence to see what exactly this mystery business was offering. New legs? Free of charge? Sure, experimental was highlighted in bold but compared to paying out all that money for the most basics of prosthesis. Jason wrote a reply and like that, he was picked up within the week and heading to the operating table.
However, Jason certainly got more than he bargained for, and he was given a whole new body, which he was completely unaware of. His brain was dissected and certain parts were swapped for bio-mechanical replacements. When he woke up, he wasn't Jason Ryker anymore. He was now Ronin. Ronin was the first of his kind, an experimental combat cyborg, trained to use his new weapon and body, Jason was an even better killer with none of the moral hang-ups. If he was ordered to assassinate anyone or massacre a group then he would've done it without hesitation. His memory was completely wiped and he was completely subservient. However, as his new mind learns and interacts with other inmates, an old voice rings in the back of his head every now and then.
"Escape."
Personality While his decision making, lack of hesitation to kill and his robot body makes him seem cold, he actually does interact fairly well with people. He is understanding and protective of those who he thinks are weaker than him and need protecting, until his module is activated that is. Unless you threaten him or hurt someone he is loyal to, he is generally amicable. While he can make a sarcastic remark or a good-natured jest, his comedic talent doesn't really extend much beyond that. Usually a smile or a slight chuckle if someone is trying to make him laugh.
Procedure Ronin is now armed with a titanium-alloy body fuelled by energy cells that can deplete, which usually takes a long time unless he's had to push beyond the limit. He is one of the first combat ready cyborgs.
Modifications His new body has a high resilience, increased speed and agility. The plantar of his foot has been covered in a noise-suppressing material. His brain has been cut apart and modified too. He has a control module, a neuron accelerator to increase reaction speed, and a connection from his retinas to his brain to give him a combat UI which can scan for vitals, structural weaknesses and a limited radar. His body can shut down from an EMP or electronic surge which leaves him incapable to move while his body reboots.
His sword, the Vulcan Sword, is covered in a powerful alternating current and vibrates at extremely high frequencies when unsheathed. This increases it's cutting ability drastically.
Talents As a soldier, Jason is skilled in gunplay, especially in pistols and submachine guns. He also learnt many forms of hand to hand combat, specifically MMA and Boxing.
Looking Deeper
What do you value most? What (or who) are you most afraid to lose? "Humanity. Whatever the hell I've got left anyways. I can't remember how much of my body the doctors say is machine, but it's not all of it. That's gotta be something, right?"
What was your favorite thing to do, before you were taken? "I... I don't know... I can't remember."
What do you want? "To get this damn control module out of my head. I'm not a weapon... I don't want to be a weapon."
Other
(In case the inspiration of my character wasn't already more obvious xD)
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: Brown, short
: Brown
5'10
155 Ibs
Lean, not muscular.
: Surgery scar beneath hair. No other significant markings.
Subject was raised in a suburban environment in a traditional nuclear family setting. Subject was the youngest of four siblings, and reports suggest the parenting style was 'hands off' as both parents worked (See Appendix 872 for detailed family history). The children were expected to contribute to household chores and perform well academically, although undue pressure was not applied. Teachers describe subject in childhood as being independent and keen to try new things. Subject engaged in numerous hobbies, focusing on several outdoor pursuits such as fell walking, rock climbing, and bird watching. Subject enjoyed biology in school, and indicated an interest in entering the field of conservation science after graduating college, possibly ornithology. Subject also was greatly interested in music.
Subject was recommended for the 'Daedalus Scheme for Gifted Youth' at the age of sixteen by his manager at work. This scheme was a front for PROJECT ELEPHANT recruitment, and promised professional mentoring alongside money for college. Following recruitment, Subject's family received mind alteration therapy, and a story painting the subject as having being involved in a motor vehicle accident was spread.
Subject 8712 shows high level of social awareness, and is highly interested in other people. From the beginning of the interview, subject's outward demanour did not indicate discomfort or anxiety. Reports from staff state that subject engages with others to a high degree during recreational time, particularly those who appear unwillingly isolated.
Subject seems to have a concerning level of curiosity, and will frequently enquire about things that Deadalus staff would rather remain confidential. Staff are encouraged to ensure that subject is supervised in order to maintain security. Fortunately, the subject appears to have developed an interest in programming by television personality 'Gordan Ramsay', and spends a large portion of his rec time when not socialising watching reality style television. Staff should encourage this behaviour, as it does not seem to be harmful, and reduces risk posed by subject's observational skills.
Intake reports indicate that subject was previously highly creative and engaged in numerous activities. Subject still expresses interest in these activities, however this has been fleeting at best. In interview, subject still appears to posses a high degree of creative thought, however, this is clearly no longer expressed to the degree it once was.
Subject may often seem unfocused and disorganised. Despite keen observational skills and curiosity, subject has difficulty maintaining concentration for extended periods of time. Subject reports feelings of tension in regards to the highly structured regimen maintained at this facility and the levels of organisation enforced. Emotional regulation appears to be an area the subject struggles with significantly - whilst no such events occurred during the interview, staff have reported extreme emotional outbursts such as episodes of tearfullness, panic, and anger towards staff and self. Subject expresses guilt and remorse following these episodes, and appears to want to gain better control over them. It is unclear at this time whether this is related to PROJECT ELEPHANT, although it appears this is likely the case.
L: Good afternoon Kieran, my name is Louise Platte, and I’m part of the team carrying out your ongoing psychological assessment. I thought that today we could talk a little bit about your values and your aspirations in life, does that sound okay to you?
K: Y’know, I’d rather not, if that’s cool with the Daedalus Corp? L: Well, what would you like to discuss? K: I was thinking maybe toast? Or ohh! I know! Climate Change! That one’s always a hit. L: Well, I’m sure we can- K: I was joking. L: Oh, [laughs] very funny. Would you like to begin now? K: Shoot. L: All right, I thought we could start with some of your interests. What did you like to do before you came to this facility? K: Don’t you have all that on file? I’m pretty sure I remember going over that already. L: I’d like to hear it from you, help us get to know each other a little better. K: Err, okay? I had quite a lot of hobbies when I was a kid, my parents gave me a pretty free rein, so I spent a lot of time outdoors with the other kids in the neighbourhood. When I grew up, I got seriously into stuff like rock climbing, fell walking, that kind of outdoorsy bullshit. I had a job at weekends - the thrilling task of dispensing candyfloss slush puppies to little kids at the fair. It was a good laugh though, plus I got money, so you won’t hear me complain about it. On the nerdier side of things, I liked to read a lot - I was working my way through Lord of The Rings. Kinda wish I could’ve finished it… music as well. I played it, I listened to it, talked anyone within range’s ear off about it. I was even in a shitty band. L: What kind of music? K: Oh, you know, typical not-quite nerdy teen in the early 2010’s. Lots of pop-punk, indie, rock kind of stuff - Green Day was a big one, pretty sure it was a requirement at my school to know all the words to ‘Jesus of Suburbia’. L: What was it you liked about that music? K: Probably the fact that was what all my friends were listening to, and it was the kind of stuff they wanted to play. And yeah, a lot of my friends were girls with heavy eye liner, in case you were wondering. Music’s always been a way of connecting with people for people - there is nothing on this Earth quite like the feeling of playing music with somebody else. With my parents and my family, my tastes were totally different. Mostly dad-rock. Did you know my parents’ first dance was Nickleback’s photograph? I mean come on guys! Did you not know you were gonna have kids one day? L: Well, each to their own. K: What was yours? L: Pardon? K: You’re wedd- oh shit. Sorry. I didn’t realise you were separated, I should’ve- L: It’s… it’s quite all right. How about we stick to talking about you though. Hm? K: Sorry, of course… L: So, we talked a little about the past, how about the future? K: You mean my shiny-bright future as a lab rat? L: You’re not a- K: They did tell you I can tell when you’re lying, right? Don’t… don’t try to pretend that we’re here willingly. You’re better than that. L: Let’s talk about goals. What are some of your goals? K: Death? L: I- K: Joking. I don’t need to be put on suicide watch. Again. Goals, huh? I mean, half the time my goal is ‘make it to the end of this thought’. I don’t… I don’t really think about the future very much. It seems a little… [Silence Lasting 01m21s] L: Where did you go? K: Aw shit, that’s what you lot always say when I go all space cadet. Sorry. L: No need to apologise, it happens to the best of us. K: Sure it does. L: How about we move on. Let’s talk about the things you value - what’s important in your life? K: Do you mean existencially…? L: However you want to answer the question is completely fine. K: I’m gonna go ahead and say Chef Ramsay. The guy’s a legend. L: Well… I suppose… K: Are we done here? Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Shooty in the corner over there is starting to look antsy. Is something going down? I love it when something goes down - entertaining af. L: I suppose we’ve covered a lot of ground today. It was nice to meet you Kieran. K: You too Louise. [FOOTSTEPS] K: Oh, I almost forgot, she still loves you, you know. L: What are you- K: Your wife. She still loves you, and you still love her and… I’m reasonably sure that she’ll give you another chance if you just… let yourself open up a bit more. She loves you, she just can’t deal with all the secrets. I thought… I thought I should tell you. Sorry if that’s overstepping… but… I mean, you know what I can do. Might as well try and help.
//INTENTIONS>> The intention of project elephant was to produce individuals with enchanced social inferential capabilities. Procedures were carried with the aim of increasing sensory abilities in order to detect minute chemical and physiological (E.g. heart rate, body temperature, etc.) shifts in others. Further procedures were carried out to allow subjects to interpret and understand these data.
//PRIMING PHASE>> The pliability phase was introduced following pilot tests that individuals responded better to neurological stimulation following repeated application of gradually increasing doses of Poneratoxin over the course of two years. This treatment was most effective on individuals with indicators of good psychological and emotional health.
//SURGICAL PHASE>> Microsensory fibres were surgically implanted below skin in order to allow for detection of chemical shifts. Crispr editing of select brain tissues, along with photogenetic alterations in accordance with pilot tests were carried out in order to allow the brain to process this information. Magnetic and electrical stimulation was also carried out to allow for integration into sensory systems.
//TESTING AND ASSESSMENT PHASE>> ONGOING
02/23/2011 - Selection agents dispatched. Circulation of advertisement for pseudo-scheme with applicant specifications including good educational attainment, high level of engagement in extracurricular activities, and good community standing. Application process also caries soft barrier of additional markers of good psychological and emotional well-being.
02/23/2012 - Selection process completed. Subjects, here referred to alphabetically A-F. For full details of process consult appendix item 001. For mainframe subject references consult appendix item 002.
03/01/2012 - Psycho-emotional pliability preparatory procedures commenced. For full details of this procedure consult appendix 003 - 026
03/24/2012 - Subject D is deceased. Cause of death unclear, however, prelimanary reports suggest self-inflicted asphyxiation. Increased security measures implemented for this stage of the trial.
06/13/2013 - Subject B was eliminated at 0200 hours by a member of the security staff in sector H, corridor 2C. Preliminary reports suggest subject B was attempting to leave the facility unauthorised.
03/01/2014 - Full reports from this stage of the trial are included in appedix items 027-102. Subjects A, C, and F were found to demonstrate the intended mental state. Subject E was removed from the trial due to unsatisfactory progress.
11/03/2014 - Subject A entered status epilepticus following the Enchanced Neo-Cortex - Stem integration procedure. Upon failure of benzodiazepine therapy, barbiturates were administered. Upon failure of barbiturates, a general anaesthetic was administered and subject A was placed on ventilation. See Apendix 314
11/19/2014 - Subject A was confirmed to have suffered brain death. Life support was withdrawn. See Appendix 315
12/25/2015 - Surgical Enchancement phase of trial completed. Subjects C and F were found to have responded positively to this phase of the trial.
01/01/2016 - Subjects transferred to testing and training department following complete neurological assesment. Subject C was found to have suffered brain damage to an unknown, but apparently severe extent. Subject F had no evident neurological damage, although test subject F was found to differ significantly from original results, all was within the expected range.
- Increased capacity of subject's sensory abilities in relation to emotional output of others due to micro-implantation beneath skin and in sensory organs.
- Ability of subject to receive and process data from implants.
- Ability to retroactively recognise emotion left on objects from chemical outputs to a high degree of precision.
- Due to increased neocortical processing power, is capable of inferring simple thoughts from others. The subject reported hearing thoughts as 'voices', the content of which appears to be unspecific in nature, and mainly pertaining to basic needs. Examples from targets have included -
Familiarity with the target appears to increase the accuracy of this 'telepathy', and a large amount of it appears to be based on microexpressional inference combined with the subject's emphatic sensing and processing. The subject does not appear to be able to apply the skill on retroactive targets.
Subject has demonstrated skill in a remarkable variety of activities. Upon intake, interests ranging from piano to sports, and self identifying as a 'twitcher' [NOTE - TWITCHER. NOUN. COLLOQUIAL TERM FOR SOMEONE WHO WATCHES BIRDS]. This is unsurprising, given that subjects for Project Elephant were deliberately selected from a pool of psycologically stable high achievers.
Following the pliability priming phase of project elephant, subject has expressed little interest in engaging in most of these activities. It is unclear whether the subject retains these cultivated abilities following neurological alteration.
Name: Buford Thomas. Colloquially referred to by staff as "The Dog." Subject answers to this moniker but is referred to by his code ID for the remainder of this document.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Date of Birth March 4th, 1993
Background
Appearance
PBV-2424's muzzle is to be kept on at all times. The exaggerated size and sharpness of his teeth and his lack of lips sufficient to cover them have a disturbing psychological effect on other patients. His muzzle is designed to cover this feature to prevent disturbance.
Because of this oral deformity that 2424 either can't or won't use his abilities to fix, 2424 is unable to speak intelligibly.
As of 6/12/11, PBV-2424 is allowed the use of one (1) slate board and free access to chalk for communication so long as he retains good behavior.
Background Information PBV-2424 was collected on 11/23/09 out of CPS custody due to problematic behavior. Records indicate 2424 was ejected from his home 3 years prior to collection and lived as a homeless child for one full year before entering CPS custody. After two years of repeated escape attempts and violent behavior, PBV-2424 was sent to Sheltering Home Residential Treatment Center, a Daedalus front company. 2424 is officially listed as deceased of a drug overdose on public records. For reasons of his past violent tendencies, despite his conditioning it is advised that all staff remain alert in the presence of PBV-2424 and ready to report uncharacteristic behavior as a containment breach.
Personality Thanks to his conditioning, 2424 is extremely docile and avoids confrontation unless given his combat command word or is provided with live prey and commanded to hunt. 2424 has shown a preference for the company of female subjects and young subjects, and seems to protect them from more erratic test subject behaviors. Whether this is born out of a stunted physical attraction or some degree of noble intention is unknown. [NOTE: After Incident 2424-03, all staff are urged not to interfere with 2424's writing implement. We are lucky it was not a staff member who was killed, and that the test subject was a failure. Let this be a reminder of what 2424 is capable of, and to always exercise caution in his presence.]
Procedure PBV experimentation began on 12/23/10 after preliminary testing showed him to be resistant to many forms of viral infection developed for testing purposes. Administration of PBV was successful, and subject experienced expected mutations. Subject is currently a carrier of the PBV virus but does not spread it to others, and is safe to be removed from quarantine.
After subject was removed from quarantine, Mind-alteration procedures were enacted to ensure subject would remain in a docile state unless commanded to do otherwise. Subject has a deep aversion to violence that is only lifted when the words "Sic 'em" are spoken in an authoritative tone. 2424's rampage can be stopped by saying the word "heel."
Modifications Subject has gained the ability to drastically alter the form, composition, and density of his biomass, as well as the ability to consume massive quantities of biological material very rapidly. Subject has been recorded to: -Grow large, blade-like claws capable of cutting through plate steel up to 1 inch thick -Grow thick, bone-like armor capable of withstanding sustained fire from a .50 calibur machine gun -Fling 4-foot long spears made of bone at near sonic speeds -As of Incident 2424-03, subject has been documented to be able to consume a humanoid entirely by [REDACTED].
Subject is extremely dense, weighing approximately 450kg. Because of this, subject cannot swim, and does not have the capacity to alter its lung function to compensate. In the event of a containment breach, lockdown is to be initiated and the area is to be flooded. Subject also shows an aversion to very bright light and loud sounds, indicating that focused beam weaponry and sonic weaponry may be effective in incapacitating 2424 in the event of a breach.
Talents 2424 has some skill with writing poetry, though samples of his work rarely last for very long. 2424 refuses to write poetry on anything other than his tablet and chalk, and often erases his poems shortly after sharing them with other subjects.
Looking Deeper
Interview Log 2424-18: Subject interviewed after 6 days of conditioning. Identity of "Dawn" is unknown.
What do you value most? What (or who) are you most afraid to lose? I am peaceful. The staff make me behave violently. I don't like that. I miss Dawn. They took me away from Dawn. Where is she?
What was your favorite thing to do, before you were taken? Dawn and I were going to buy a van and move to Colorado. We almost had enough. Where is Dawn?
What do you want? Where is Dawn?
NOTE: The only part of this that matters to his appearance is the mouth. It was the closest representation I could find. This isn't otherwise a reference to his appearance.
Name Olivia Hare Gender Female Age 18 Date of Birth September 2002
Background
Hair: Auburn / Shoulder length
Eyes: Brown
Height:5ft
Weight:119Lbs
Build:Short / Lean
Backstory Olivia never really knew her father, with as much time as he spent at the office doing whatever scientists do, the only real time he spent at home he spent watching old black and white horror movies. Her father always had a fascination with Dracula and other vampire themed creatures. When asked about it, he would always try to explain himself as if there were some way that the fictional creatures could benefit society, if only they were real for study.
Olivia herself hated horror in any form, and was very content to sit in her room and pretend to hate her father while perhaps being a bit too active on the internet. She had no real idea who her father really was or what he did at his job but as far as she was concerned it had nothing to do with her. Then again, based on recent events it was about to have a whole lot to do with her.
Joseph Hare was a lot more than just a scientist, though much of his job even he barely understood. What he did understand was that his unnatural obsession with recreating vampires, and his considerable results with speeding up the natural healing process of the human body (especially when provided with Corporation materials) was what attracted their interest and allowed him to continue with his pet project. However not everything was as it seemed.
Apparently according to The Daedalus Corporation, Joseph's pet project was picking up a lot more results than they expected. When they spoke to Joseph about turning his project into a weapon, he did not react as favorably as they had hoped. Following multiple threats from his employer, Joseph formally resigned and returned home to his family, unaware that The Daedalus Corporation was not just about to allow any of their secrets go so easily.
Joseph never made it home though, ambushed on the road hours from home. He would later wake up back in his old office, where his former employers informed him of the passing of his wife, and his daughter's acceptance into the program, specifically to test the latest developments in the Scientist's own pet project.
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Olivia never understood what really happened, all she remembered was going to sleep and waking up handcuffed to a table in a very lab-like room. She had been 17 at the time, and over the year she spent in constant pain as her body constantly rearranged itself in subtle ways due to the exposure to her father's project, she began to develop a sort of apathy for it all. Though disliking the changes to her body, in time she learned that complaining only lead to much worse than genetic experimentation, somehow.
Personality Before the whole Daedalus disaster, Olivia was a mostly antisocial girl in person, but somehow very outgoing when she is not face to face with somebody. She will always try to keep out of somebody's way, and when it comes down to it she has a soft spot for people in trouble or that need help, something that can be easily exploited.
Procedure Besides being injected with her Father's original project, (from here on referred to as "Project Ichor") Olivia was subject to a number of successful iterations of the original Project Ichor, most all involving forcing her body to adapt at a molecular level to try and balance out the many flaws displayed by the original project. Results often involved much pain, as her body gained attributes over a set of weeks at a time that otherwise should have taken hundreds of years of human evolution and careful select breeding.
Modifications
The original Project Ichor was meant to allow humans to safely consume human blood, and even possibly gain from it. This resulted in Olivia being able to consume human or animal blood that her body then strips of nutrients that would have otherwise been transported through the original subject. However the Project had it's drawbacks, drawbacks that began to accumulate as Joseph went on to add a bit more Aesthetic to his Project. Daedalus over the year, had added a few _____________
Night Vision - Subject (Referred to as Alpha) Develops a sort of natural night-vision, but as a result has an extreme aversion to bright light, and in later iterations brought on by unsuccessful attempts to tone down it down, instead worsened the condition, further spreading said aversion to include skin extremely sensitive to UV rays.
Fangs - nearly half an inch longer than the normal canine teeth of humans and considerably tougher and sharper (at this point essentially fangs) Alpha has four fangs, replacing where her original canine teeth had been. These fangs are quite obviously used to manually puncture the skin to retrieve blood. The teeth themselves are an issue however as they are larger than normal, and while Alpha is able to fully close their mouth (Closed being able to comfortably keep lips together) their newfound fangs now rest upon their other teeth, preventing her jaw from completely closing and leaving a half inch gap between her incisors.
Blood Consumption: The main issue of Project Ichor, this went through several iterations since Alpha's original exposure to Project Ichor. Currently, Alpha is able to consume the blood of nearly any animal (human included) and her body extracts the needed nutrients from the blood. However as a result of this Alpha's body has begun violently rejecting normal food, having long since lost the capability of properly digesting it.
Going for longer than half a day without blood begins causing the effects of normal hunger. After two days hunger pains set in, causing the brain to panic and send itself into overdrive and causing the production of large amounts of Epinephrine (Adrenaline) Alpha is able to resist the negative effects of this chemical for a short duration, but during this 'starving' period the body near continuously produces Adrenaline, and after a day of this Alpha is subject to heart arrhythmias, strokes, and heart attacks.
Further advancements in Project Ichor has done little other than further the starvation period, and other subjects infected with Project Ichor tended to die of strokes or heart attacks before starvation.
Talents Average run speed of 17mph (Peaking at nearly 26.6mph after exposure to Project Alpha ,only 1mph slower than the record set in Berlin on 16 August 2009 by Usain Bolt)
Took a year long class for Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, quitting at age 15.
Able to read, write and speak Japanese at a near fluent level. A result of her growing love of Japan and constant bugging of her parents for classes.
Decent guitar skills
Looking Deeper
What do you value most? What (or who) are you most afraid to lose? "My life, I might have turned into a guinea pig for these guys and still might not really think this is all real or even really care what they do to me anymore, I'm still not ready to die.
What was your favorite thing to do, before you were taken? "Total weeb if i'm being perfectly honest. Anime, videogames, the growing absurdity of 'meme' culture, it was my bread and butter."
What do you want? "A whole lot of things, but I suspect you might be looking for a specific answer, here is a few."
"I want to be able to eat gummy bears without puking minutes later."
"I want to be able to go a week without having to drink blood."
Appearance: At just over six feet of a petite, yet lean build, Sam’s presence is generally never missed, even when she would rather remain invisible. Her wardrobe is generally of a “90s grunge/punk” influence, from black denim and leather pants cut to accentuate her frame to cloth tank tops and plaid shirts varying in color and inked with custom artwork from local artists. Her shoes are little more than leather & steel “shit kicker” boots, which is probably the only style she'd ever wear for one reason or another. Her head is kept shaved most of the time, rarely allowing it to grow out for no other reason than because she can. And various piercings adorn her ears, lips, nipples, and other places you'd need to get to know her better to find out. Her love of the mystical and fantastic extends to several tattoos, ranging from dual serpents along her left forearm, to ancient glyphs and tribalistic symbolism that may or may not hold any real significance to her past or perhaps her present.
Personality At first meet, Sam tends to come off as brash, with little regard for those around her, and using sarcasm to hide emotional baggage. But, once the hard shell of insecurity is breached, she can be more bearable to have around, perhaps even confiding in another. If mention of her past -specifically with regard to her father's demise- came up, she would quickly snuff out the topic, unless the person in question persisted, which then it would be seen as outright disrespect and a challenge.
Bad Habit/Vice: A drug user prior to being taken, her body still craves certain drugs to counter the mental pain that her abilities cause on a daily basis.
Procedure Sam felt like a pincushion for most of her time naked and strapped to a cold surgical table, her body and mind being subjected to constant injections of some experiment serum that was to drastically alter her forever. As the hours passed, her body continued to reject the chemicals, her veins feeling as though electricity was coursing through them rather than blood, and her mind unfortunately aware of everything that was happening. Her cries for something to numb the pain went unheard as the scientists toiled, refusing to sedate her considering that would make the synchronization of the foreign chemical and her DNA impossible. The patient had to be awake for it all.
After what felt like an eternity, the poking and prodding into every area of her life had ended, and the tattoos which had once been mere static images inked onto her body, were now an extension, coming to life in strange and unusual ways through a telepathic link. The ink itself formed various tendrils that lashed out in fury, a few injuring scientists within close proximity by wrapping itself around throat and appendages in an attempt to constrict and strangle. All the while, Alex, its host, scream in agony as the mental strain took its toll. If she was to survive, the girl would have to learn to control the beasts within.
Modifications ▷ Body Art Manipulation: Telepathic ability that allows her limited control over the ink properties of tattoos. Each tattoo “comes alive” in the form of inky tendrils, lashing out in offense or perhaps being used as an extra appendage.
▷ Can manipulate target tattoos (up to approx 10ft away) with varying results.
▷ Defense Mechanism: Her body is covered with various designs which can temporarily augment to protect her from physical damage. This happens generally in dire stress, as though the body knows that it needs to protect itself.
▷ Drawbacks: Each time her ability is used, it causes varying degrees of mental fatigue, and the longer it is sustained, the more lethargic she can become, to the point of unconsciousness if not careful. There are instances where her own body art might “resist”, and if not kept in control, could turn on her and become violent until it dissipates on it’s own.
▷ Natural ink created by plant dyes, animal minerals, salts and various other natural sources, etc work the best. Synthetic inks are generally weaker.
Talents ▷ She has an extensive artist background as well as being a tattoo artist and street muralist.
▷ Some basic combat skills taught partly by being the daughter of a cop and simply the will to survive.
Backstory
“At what point, Padre, do we forget who we are, what we stand for, and where the fuck we're going?”
The young girl, stained in grime, blood, and soot sat on the floor at the base of the church altar, her head resting against the severely outdated wood paneling that had most likely existed when the building was constructed almost a century ago. Black mascara that once accentuated her emerald eyes ran down both cheeks like diluted ink on canvas, mixing with the tears and soot. Her head, shaven out of a rebellious heart and hatred for the man she once called “father", stained with what could only be assumed as the same blood found on the rest of her body. Her eyes darted back and forth until finally resting on the elderly priest sitting and listening intently in the pew across from her, doing his best to keep from shifting nervously from the horrific news of what she'd done shortly before arriving.
“I'm not ashamed of what I did.” She finally blurted out, her strained voice echoing through the great sanctuary. “The bastard had it coming. So think whatever sick shit you want to come up with and I guarantee you won’t even be close to the truth.” The girl flashed a wry grin before averting her eyes from the other and staring blankly at the stained glass ceiling. “You think I’m just some junkie from the slums, yeah?” She accused in a mocking tone, trying to hold back any tears that would never come, while the events from earlier still played back in her head as a nightmare on an endless loop. “And I bet all us tattooed freaks look the same to you.” She forced a pathetic laugh, running a dirty hand across her stubbled head. “Besides, you only ever tolerated me because of him...”
The priest leaned forward in the bench and gazed for a moment at the adolescent he knew as “Sam”, the tall yet slim girl who was now in her late teens and very different than what he’d remembered her as, appeared pale, and almost lifeless now. A black “Alice in Chains” tank top and tight jeans riddled with small holes and tears was all she’d had on. Even her shoes were missing for whatever reason, which exposed mud-covered feet and black toenails. The old man’s attention turned to the twin serpent-like tattoo interlocked on her arm which appeared as though it could strike out at any moment. And then to the tribal designs along her petite chest with wings that spanned as though it would launch into the sky. Several areas of her body, from what he could see, had various tattoos of myth and fantasy, or ancient glyphs which seemed more to be of a paganistic nature.
The Priest knew who she was, or who she had been at one time, and possibly even what she was if he believed in that sort of thing. Although with a history of drug use, he couldn't tell if she was suffering the effects of substance abuse, or something more. In either case, however, knowledge of anything didn’t make being in her presence any less awkward…
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Sam grew up to a mother she lost way too early, and to a father -the honored ex-military police captain who was hailed as some hero from years ago- she was simply known as “Some kind of Damaged” for most of her childhood, never living up to his expectations and rebelling against him at every turn. His love was to the job and upholding laws that apparently didn’t apply to him either. But no matter how often the beatings came, or the sexual assaults attempted, or even how many days she was locked in her room without food, his only daughter wouldn’t change. She couldn’t be normal like he wanted. But it didn’t matter. He was gone now. Nothing but a charred corpse and a hollow building she once called a home.
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“It’s God’s job to judge, not mine” The priest finally responded, trying to avert his eyes from following the path of the women’s ornate body art, which lead into areas he deemed inappropriate for a young lady to defile with such imagery. “And...yet you being here, confessing, allowing me to listen, is a step in the right direction to redemption. So I applaud you for that my child. I just wished you’d come to me more often for guidance, as it’s God’s Will to see justice and mercy granted.”
“God?” She snorted. “How is it that the God you believe in allows such monsters to roam the earth?” Her hand beat against her own chest, driving the point of the comment meant for herself. She knew what she’d done, and didn’t know how to cope with it.
The main sanctuary doors at the other end of the aisle quickly burst open revealing a handful of uniformed Military Police officers, flashlights and assault firearms poised at the ready as they spread their ranks to cover all exits and entry points.
“Samantha Helisaria, you’re under arrest for the murder of your father, Captain Jorgio Helisaria” The lead officer held the girl at gunpoint, the muzzle of the assault rifle only inches from her dirt and blood-riddled visage. “You sick junkie.” He mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough to be heard. “Why’d you have to burn him alive?”
The girl, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear, looked back at the priest, whose somber expression gave away too much.
“Y-You called them?” She exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the sanctuary hall. “Bastard!...I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you! What the hell happened to that ‘seal of confession’, or whatever bullshit doctrine you’re supposed to follow?”
The priest shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. “I didn’t tell them anything, except that you were here. They already knew the rest Samantha. Witnesses saw you running from the burning building, so it was just a matter of time...”
The girl, enraged, lunged out toward the priest from her sitting position “You son of a b-...” She was caught by one of the officers mid-way, spun around, and pushed back down onto the floor.
“Fuck! The fat ass deserved it! You pricks knew he was corrupt and abusive-” Her words caught in her throat, as the lead officer pushed her face against the cold floor and clasped her wrists with handcuffs, taking extra care to tighten them until she screamed. The lead officer quickly followed up by pulling out a syringe filled with enough sedatives to knock out an elephant, and immediately stuck it in the girls neck, unloading the entire vial.
“Shut your mouth or I swear I’ll shut it for you!” The arresting officer snarled as he pulled the empty syringe from her skin, his knee still pressed firmly against her back. "Cop-killer scum like you don’t have rights. And where you’re going, you’ll wish I’d put a bullet in your head right here...”
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And so the rest is history. Sam ended up being taken in by Daedalus Corp as an unwilling volunteer, circumventing the prison system completely, but wishing she had been killed rather than having been exposed to the long and excruciating processes by which the demented scientists seemingly took immense pleasure in putting her through.
Looking Deeper
▷ What do you value most? What (or who) are you most afraid to lose?: Being an independent person for a good part of my life, I most value my freedom, which is the one thing fear to lose.
▷ What was your favorite thing to do, before you were taken?: Art has always been a passion of mine, and it was a way for me to sink into another world for a time being, hoping that the real world would drift away.
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Name: Elaine Paige
Codename: Iris
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Date of Birth: 19.02.2003 The year is 2020.
Hair: Black / Shoulder length
Eyes: Grey
Height: 4’9” “and a half!”
Weight: 97 lbs
Build: Lithe, wiry, dancer’s build.
Background
Appearance
Backstory
Growing up in Bomont, West Virginia, Elaine had an idyllic life while growing up. Walking with her dad on the forest trails, beginning her education at the local elementary school where her mother taught, riding with her friends in the afternoon after class and exploring the trails all over. It was never a wealthy life in that impoverished corner of the state, but it was filled with family, love and friendship. Even after she had to go to high school away in neighbouring Clay County, she kept her close circle of friends who made the trip back with her on the old yellow bus each afternoon from busy cosmopolitan (to her) Clay, it was like coming home again.
Whether through raw talent or broad support and tutoring at home, she was always gifted at mathematics and spatial awareness and in the Year 10 American Maths Competition she led the rest of her school by a substantial margin and was invited to take the AIME in Charleston. Once again she showed a remarkable gift, and this time she was offered a place at the USA Junior Maths Olympiad at Harvard in Boston. For her exam in Charleston, her dad had taken the day off work at the lumberyard and drove her to and from. Boston... Boston would take money the family simply couldn't afford. Elaine was devastated, leaning on both her parents and her teacher begging to go as she hadn't begged for anything in her fifteen years. Her parents met with her teachers, her teachers met with her principal and the school ran a fundraiser with a bake sale, a picnic lunch and a fun run. It was tight, but they raised the funds they needed and the Paige family took a few days off work and her younger sister out of school. The whole family would drive up to Boston with Paige and see her soar to win by a healthy margin.
If Clay was another country to the smalltown girl, Boston might have been the moon. Thrilled by her victory and her exotic experiences, Elaine talked a mile a minute down the east coast until at last she fell asleep as they crossed into Maryland. She was still asleep as the older sedan span out of control climbing up the Cumberland Gap, waking just long enough to scream before the car slammed into the trees and her world went black.
When she woke up she was in a secured Daedalus Corporation hospital wing, in the care of the doctors who had saved her life.
Personality
Iris is cautious about making deep connections with people she doesn't already know. The one except to that is one of the doctors, who has become something of a surrogate parent to her. When the training gets too hard, the testing too painful she appeals to Doctor Chauncey. Sometimes it gets her a measure of relief, sometimes only reassurance. She is reserved, the passion and drive that took her to the top of her competition still mostly subdued beneath her grief. Yet slowly it is bubbling to the surface; through drugs, through indoctrination and suppressants and all the lies she has been told, she is beginning to realise there is something very rotten in Daedalus.
Procedure
Thumb-sized nodules of rare crystalised dark matter have been implanted at each of her chakras, some before she even awoke at Daedalus for the first time. Smaller crystals have been placed in each of her her fingers and hands, as well as her toes and feet and they tend to ache when the barometric pressure drops or in the presence of spatial anomalies.
Modifications
Energy Collection (Passive): When her powers aren't suppressed, dark matter energies slowly accrue in the crystals embedded in Iris' body. These are her primary power source, although she has learnt to draw past this on her own living energies. This can leave her very ill when she overdraws on them, but sometimes needs must.
Portal Manipulation (Active): Iris can create linked dark energy portals in two or more locations she can focus and concentrate her will on. Items can travel between them instantly without a meaningful alteration to their composition or state. As part of her training, she has tested and confirmed that living matter can travel through the portals safely, including herself. Interestingly the portals seem to block energy discharges that can be blocked with a disc-portal.
: Brown, short
: Brown
5'10
155 Ibs
Lean, not muscular. 
: Surgery scar beneath hair. No other significant markings.
- Increased capacity of subject's sensory abilities in relation to emotional output of others due to micro-implantation beneath skin and in sensory organs.
- Ability of subject to receive and process data from implants.
- Ability to retroactively recognise emotion left on objects from chemical outputs to a high degree of precision.
- Due to increased neocortical processing power, is capable of inferring simple thoughts from others. The subject reported hearing thoughts as 'voices', the content of which appears to be unspecific in nature, and mainly pertaining to basic needs. Examples from targets have included -
