Rockette

&&𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.

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________________________________ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆; 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕-𝒕𝒐-𝒃𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆; 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ _________________________________

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^{he's fugly}

I snorted.

Poor Abaddy baby.

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Few luxuries are afforded to the writhing existence of a malformed conception, the embellishments of living, breathing, and mindlessly just existing were null and void; smothered betwixt fear. It's the same process through his mind, always in a whorl, for his body may have been medicated, but his mind was not. This was repetition, as it always was.

He finds himself bound, even in complacency, and surrenders with palms thrust open and up, body lax and head bowed with wreaths of black pooling over thinly composed shoulders the moment the alarm comes blaring through. There's little ceremony and minute qualities of preparation, after all, the domicile with an eight scrawled over it's unit, is compressed in size and finance even for such a gargantuan figurine. He inhales, whistling through a cluster of flesh ringed teeth, and awaits his maker.

Abaddon - K a c e y - [he isn't sure what to call himself, as an identity crisis is afforded to his lack of personal moniker] is seldom bequeathed to individualized affairs. His designated chambers are a minute relief, given only a small nook to collect and bind his senses that comes from every test and medical appliance; routine sedation, biopsies of his eternally blemished limbs, and the venom from his barbed tongue collected in the mannerisms one would extract from a temperamental viper. He remembers, for a moment, the last time they had exhibited the rather barbaric means, and tenses within the memorial the minute his doors are risen wide.

Black eyes flicker up, through a fringe of lashes glancing against critical brows. This isn't a routine release from confinement, no tests have been scheduled, there's nothing within his daily debriefing through voice module exchanges that have fore told this immediate and rather brash awakening.

"Stand, slowly. Back facing me."

They'd rather not see his face, he knows.

Such precautions though are often unneeded for one such as he, he's never fought nor complained, he's queerly adamant and forthcoming, despite his numerical ranking, and such gives way to suspicion considering his hostile classification. The guards mutter among themselves that it's his face and rather rapt appetite, the way he's consumed corpses of Hydra to secure his body whole, the crack of his bones under every assault to solidify his calcification process. And never once does he make a sound.

"To the Auditorium, they sent out a message to all cells. Your current board has been disabled to ensure your compliance. We gotta' lead you by cable though. They're having all Children present."

Cable, huh.

A rather simplified name translated to a glorified leash, one that connected to his collar by the latch maintained at his nape where his sedatives and volatile injections were often supplied, his cable thus corded swiftly over his wrists and forearms. Not tight nor uncomfortable, just a simple precaution to new exposure, Kacey had, after all, never been privy to co-mingling with the lesser Children. His socializing allowance barely afforded times with those classified above him even, and that was best left alone.

He didn't know his way to the aforementioned Auditorium, much to his silence, thus he was led by a lax guard now that he was secured properly and directed through brief nudges and swift commands, usually by the pressure of a rather lethal machine.

"Here."

There was a tingling plethora of scents beyond the doors, his tongue immediately slithering through the gaps in his teeth, coaxed from his lips and oozing black to gather the imprints of the air here and yonder. There, he thought, some he knew, some he had encountered, but the new breadths of smell were responsible for his sudden eagerness, to think that many more existed far from his knowledge led testimony to exactly how small his world really was.

"I have to keep you on cable since your sedative won't be ready until curfew hours. I'll come back for your routine medications."

Kacey inhaled, nodding only just to ensure his understanding, he didn't blame them, never did. He knew that within he must continue his patience, and he'd rather play the willing subject in this eternal match up of figured chess. Such as they are, he mused.

There were already plenty of Children and his eyes bore and relished with the sheer numbers, not to mention their magnitude and vast impressions of varied.. p r o w e s s. Kacey slowly made himself known, standing to his full height, his footfalls deliberate, swift, coming down to where he knows only few. His arms were bound by his nape, provided by the cable issued, and his muscles purposely lax to the cursory glance over. His state of dress was minuscule by an ebony clothed tank over his front and trousers shoved into specially leather crafted boots that were a customized reception, only because they gave some comfort to the pain within his stance. Kacey paused, carefully, exhaling through a whisper; issuing a courteous greeting none the less as he stepped down towards the heavily populated front row.

"Good morning."

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My post for Abaddon will be coming tomorrow at the earliest; I'll be available later tonight to dabble in some ideas and such for developments later on. Till then!

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He exhibits traits of stoic malice and rapt appetance, a void festering 'neath the countenance of a pale creature, flesh palmed tight and translucent over bones of corded ebony. The marrow is embedded and swelled with veins of writhing experimentation and rightful empowerment that excludes degrees of pulsating tempos; low drones and hums of quivering intent. The conglomerated cocktail of many things esoteric and monstrous and those deemed divine have manifested onto Kacey with extreme prejudice, suspending him betwixt horrific impressions and rather lame appearances of mediocre comprehensions. He rises to over seven feet tall, elongated by the unique structure of his infused skeletal system, accompanied by somewhat proportionate ligaments to cater to his sever height, this also alludes to hands furnished with equally long fingers, each garnished with a rather grotesque bone worn down to blunt claws; the skin having flayed and peeled afar and stained a black, oil like substance that rises nearly to his elbows.²

^{(2) . It has been speculated that these are retractable, but testimony to such reduction has not been visually noted.}

His entire complexion is a dulled sheen of near grey, speckled with the odd and curious blemish, randomly placed that provide nothing but a slight distraction to the pulsating veins of black running through his entire being. The obsidian lacing is closely related to his skeletal frame, heightening to his capabilities that will oft diminish or swell to the state of emotional welfare, hostile intentions and his state of hunger. Eyes of ebony pool across a severe face, critical arches of cheek and jaw that flare yonder to pointed ears, his entire veneer a critical illustration of complexity and yet a calm forward. Expressionless is a coined term, but hardly distracting from the cluster of teeth crowned around his lips, akin to the bestial maw of a creature that latches onto their intended. Hidden by the cluster of severity lies an awaiting tongue of incredible length and sensitivity, the enriched pallet pricked with barbs of microscopic frames, hardly seen unless he manages to unhinge the condyle point in his jaw.³

^{(3) . His exposed dentures have been deemed as a front of protection and offense, keeping his rather normal set of teeth and lips hidden and protecting the tongue. They've been documented to latch onto prey, but only by the expansion of his jaw; the full length of his orifice has not been yet measured.}

Long threads of nullified black fall heavily yonder his thin shoulders, devoid of sheen and glimmer, a matte sort of impression that is carefully knotted on his crown, secured away from his face and kept off his ears. The style tends to heighten the severity of his facial structure, loose tresses frame down across his cheeks, the flesh there translucent when his mouth is opened enough to thin out the membrane between cheek and jaw. Curiously, the same microscopic barbs are located on his hands and feet, which are also strained with a black oil substance all the way to his knees.

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Passiveness cloaks Kacey within a dredge of black; a void, more so, that surrenders him to complacency when confronted with the truth of creation and the concept of divinity. His stoic reservation is unsettling in contrast to his appearance, but his expressionless front is a heavily sedated province on top of an already lax idealism. He fights when provoked, defends where needed, feeds where required, and speaks when proper. His reactions are mechanic, the basics of mortal function, but within is a mind warped and corded with a festering hunger and driven desire, a man - if one could call him such - that bides his time and will with an impressive tool of patience. The core belief of to those who wait and all the riches and gains meant for them. Kacey has permitted himself to plateau in terms of strength and progression, his very impression one of halted mutations and his body malformed by that sudden suspension. He speaks soft and eloquently, his voice tempered with the faintest edges of a whisper coating his baritone, sliding through the cluster of his teeth; somewhat haunting and chilling by the uniform of his words.

His capabilities are designated as a sleeper type, as his is a triggered violence and hostility. ⁽¹⁾ In truth, Kacey is better placed under the classification of a near Passive individual, if not for his grotesque imagery, then he would be so. Through a particular sequence of activation, this being a particular drug administered through his specially designed collar, this violate cocktail nullifies the heavy and cumbersome sedative constantly coursing through his system, permitting him to fight.⁴

^{(4) . It has been documented that A B A D D O N be placed under solo missions, or paired with single digit C H I L D R E N only.}

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^{. C A L C I F Y .}

_{The ebony veins fused within and out of his skeletal structure provides an endless abundance of correlating cellular properties that enable Kacey to alter his bone structure. This applies to the very detail and fine working of his marrow, his entire body readily adaptive to critical transformations. He can use his bones as weapons, thus penning him a close ranged fighter, a man who is best suited to close quarters. His body jerks and snaps with every manipulation, his bones erupting from his skin at his silent designation, form wrought with intense pain; being brought forth in tines, or long shards through his palms and joints. His bones can also be formed to protect himself from assault, though such will often break under enough brute force, causing terrifying agony. As such, Kacey will attempt to fortify what he can, but such will often depend on the state of swelling within the black veins through his system. This also enables him to dislocate bones, namely his jaw, so that he can open his mouth beyond near reasonable measures.}

^{. S E N S O R Y .}

_{The microscopic barbs primarily housed along his rather long tongue have been found to bind onto his prey or host, inducing a rather invasive calculation of whichever his intent is. This includes an in-depth impression of scent and taste, his tongue sensitive enough to pinpoint the specifications of their physical impression and cells, and thus know them. The barbs on his hands and feet are capable of the same performance, though not as intent and sensitive as the one lining his tongue. These ones are better suited to quick and efficient purchases of his opponents. It has been noted that within the barbs on his tongue, he can secrete small quantities of venom that can potentially numb flesh.}

^{. S L E E P E R A D A P T A T I O N .}

_{Because Kacey's strength is lax and kept dormant by his will and heavy sedation, he falls under the type of creature that requires a sort of response and activation to his true manifest. By the penetration of the aforementioned drug, he wills himself into battle, his performances quick and efficient, brutal and nearly elegant if not for the rather horrid visual of his gaping mouth, nearly see through skin and quivering body that juts with flesh and bone. His adaptation and responses are bidden as sudden and severe, sometimes blurring the line of friend and foe, the simple shuffle of step or someone speaking to him can draw an over exaggerated series of manic twitches, snarls and shuffling body.}

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^{. H E A L I N G .}

_{Kacey's body does not promote self-reliant regeneration, his mutation is too severe and halting to enable his cells to corporate properly. The long term effect of sedatives has also effected this potential. But as science dictates, his body has adapted in a rather grotesque way. Unhinging his jaw and using the barbs found along his hands and feet, and the blunt claws of his fingers, he consumes corpses of Hydra and possibly, Children. The black veins corded through his body swell with each time he eats, pulsating much like a heart beat and it's here where the drone of his body is heightened, slowly healing with every impale of his teeth and bite.}

^{. S E D A T E .}

_{Though not publicly known, Kacey is also heavily sedated because of his eternal pain, if not given his usual dose of sedatives, his body crumbles and goes into a state of shock and promptly shuts down. The process begins internal, wherein his pores secrete a black, tar like blood that eventually pools from his mouth and eyes, the liquid found to be poisonous on par with acidic qualities. From there on, his bones jut and snap, literally crippling him until he's either sedated once more or is fed copious amounts.}

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He exhibits traits of stoic malice and rapt appetance, a void festering 'neath the countenance of a pale creature, flesh palmed tight and translucent over bones of corded ebony. The marrow is embedded and swelled with veins of writhing experimentation and rightful empowerment that excludes degrees of pulsating tempos; low drones and hums of quivering intent. The conglomerated cocktail of many things esoteric and monstrous and those deemed divine have manifested onto Kacey with extreme prejudice, suspending him betwixt horrific impressions and rather lame appearances of mediocre comprehensions. He rises to over seven feet tall, elongated by the unique structure of his infused skeletal system, accompanied by somewhat proportionate ligaments to cater to his sever height, this also alludes to hands furnished with equally long fingers, each garnished with a rather grotesque bone worn down to blunt claws; the skin having flayed and peeled afar and stained a black, oil like substance that rises nearly to his elbows.²

^{(2) . It has been speculated that these are retractable, but testimony to such reduction has not been visually noted.}

His entire complexion is a dulled sheen of near grey, speckled with the odd and curious blemish, randomly placed that provide nothing but a slight distraction to the pulsating veins of black running through his entire being. The obsidian lacing is closely related to his skeletal frame, heightening to his capabilities that will oft diminish or swell to the state of emotional welfare, hostile intentions and his state of hunger. Eyes of ebony pool across a severe face, critical arches of cheek and jaw that flare yonder to pointed ears, his entire veneer a critical illustration of complexity and yet a calm forward. Expressionless is a coined term, but hardly distracting from the cluster of teeth crowned around his lips, akin to the bestial maw of a creature that latches onto their intended. Hidden by the cluster of severity lies an awaiting tongue of incredible length and sensitivity, the enriched pallet pricked with barbs of microscopic frames, hardly seen unless he manages to unhinge the condyle point in his jaw.³

^{(3) . His exposed dentures have been deemed as a front of protection and offense, keeping his rather normal set of teeth and lips hidden and protecting the tongue. They've been documented to latch onto prey, but only by the expansion of his jaw; the full length of his orifice has not been yet measured.}

Long threads of nullified black fall heavily yonder his thin shoulders, devoid of sheen and glimmer, a matte sort of impression that is carefully knotted on his crown, secured away from his face and kept off his ears. The style tends to heighten the severity of his facial structure, loose tresses frame down across his cheeks, the flesh there translucent when his mouth is opened enough to thin out the membrane between cheek and jaw. Curiously, the same microscopic barbs are located on his hands and feet, which are also strained with a black oil substance all the way to his knees.

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Passiveness cloaks Kacey within a dredge of black; a void, more so, that surrenders him to complacency when confronted with the truth of creation and the concept of divinity. His stoic reservation is unsettling in contrast to his appearance, but his expressionless front is a heavily sedated province on top of an already lax idealism. He fights when provoked, defends where needed, feeds where required, and speaks when proper. His reactions are mechanic, the basics of mortal function, but within is a mind warped and corded with a festering hunger and driven desire, a man - if one could call him such - that bides his time and will with an impressive tool of patience. The core belief of to those who wait and all the riches and gains meant for them. Kacey has permitted himself to plateau in terms of strength and progression, his very impression one of halted mutations and his body malformed by that sudden suspension. He speaks soft and eloquently, his voice tempered with the faintest edges of a whisper coating his baritone, sliding through the cluster of his teeth; somewhat haunting and chilling by the uniform of his words.

His capabilities are designated as a sleeper type, as his is a triggered violence and hostility. ⁽¹⁾ In truth, Kacey is better placed under the classification of a near Passive individual, if not for his grotesque imagery, then he would be so. Through a particular sequence of activation, this being a particular drug administered through his specially designed collar, this violate cocktail nullifies the heavy and cumbersome sedative constantly coursing through his system, permitting him to fight.⁴

^{(4) . It has been documented that A B A D D O N be placed under solo missions, or paired with single digit C H I L D R E N only.}

∟ . a b i l i t i e s .

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^{. C A L C I F Y .}

_{The ebony veins fused within and out of his skeletal structure provides an endless abundance of correlating cellular properties that enable Kacey to alter his bone structure. This applies to the very detail and fine working of his marrow, his entire body readily adaptive to critical transformations. He can use his bones as weapons, thus penning him a close ranged fighter, a man who is best suited to close quarters. His body jerks and snaps with every manipulation, his bones erupting from his skin at his silent designation, form wrought with intense pain; being brought forth in tines, or long shards through his palms and joints. His bones can also be formed to protect himself from assault, though such will often break under enough brute force, causing terrifying agony. As such, Kacey will attempt to fortify what he can, but such will often depend on the state of swelling within the black veins through his system. This also enables him to dislocate bones, namely his jaw, so that he can open his mouth beyond near reasonable measures.}

^{. S E N S O R Y .}

_{The microscopic barbs primarily housed along his rather long tongue have been found to bind onto his prey or host, inducing a rather invasive calculation of whichever his intent is. This includes an in-depth impression of scent and taste, his tongue sensitive enough to pinpoint the specifications of their physical impression and cells, and thus know them. The barbs on his hands and feet are capable of the same performance, though not as intent and sensitive as the one lining his tongue. These ones are better suited to quick and efficient purchases of his opponents. It has been noted that within the barbs on his tongue, he can secrete small quantities of venom that can potentially numb flesh.}

^{. S L E E P E R A D A P T A T I O N .}

_{Because Kacey's strength is lax and kept dormant by his will and heavy sedation, he falls under the type of creature that requires a sort of response and activation to his true manifest. By the penetration of the aforementioned drug, he wills himself into battle, his performances quick and efficient, brutal and nearly elegant if not for the rather horrid visual of his gaping mouth, nearly see through skin and quivering body that juts with flesh and bone. His adaptation and responses are bidden as sudden and severe, sometimes blurring the line of friend and foe, the simple shuffle of step or someone speaking to him can draw an over exaggerated series of manic twitches, snarls and shuffling body.}

∟ . w e a k n e s s .

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^{. H E A L I N G .}

_{Kacey's body does not promote self-reliant regeneration, his mutation is too severe and halting to enable his cells to corporate properly. The long term effect of sedatives has also effected this potential. But as science dictates, his body has adapted in a rather grotesque way. Unhinging his jaw and using the barbs found along his hands and feet, and the blunt claws of his fingers, he consumes corpses of Hydra and possibly, Children. The black veins corded through his body swell with each time he eats, pulsating much like a heart beat and it's here where the drone of his body is heightened, slowly healing with every impale of his teeth and bite.}

^{. S E D A T E .}

_{Though not publicly known, Kacey is also heavily sedated because of his eternal pain, if not given his usual dose of sedatives, his body crumbles and goes into a state of shock and promptly shuts down. The process begins internal, wherein his pores secrete a black, tar like blood that eventually pools from his mouth and eyes, the liquid found to be poisonous on par with acidic qualities. From there on, his bones jut and snap, literally crippling him until he's either sedated once more or is fed copious amounts.}

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

Christ, you folks are busy bees.
Last night I drafted #8, unfortunately I'm here at work till close, but there's a lull in today's games to briefly check in and provide an update.

It's all worth the wait, I guarantee that.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

Sweet.
Just got off from work, I'll compose a brief character skeleton when I'm home and relaxed.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

@Bishop - cores..?
oh.

If you're referring to a former project of mine, then yes.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

^hmm...

So, it's rapidly difficult to pass up the chance to dally in some mutations, horrors and potential experimentation. The ideas are staggering.
anyways.
I'll rapidly claim #8, unless the aforementioned poster [i.e above me who asked about open spots] desires such, otherwise, I'll suffice with another ranking, #10, or #13 - mostly for shits 'n giggles because we're coming upon October - but heyy, it'll work.

_{honestly though, 10 sounds nice.}

I'll be lurking about, hashing some ideas and all.
cheers!