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Rules
Same as everywhere else. And please use proper grammar, and please come up with your own ideas for the horrors imposed upon them. Meaning no magical clock of doom or laser eyes.
Profiles...
Okays, use this format:

And now for the peoples:
Gaian Name: Imahumanbean
Character Name: Greg Phage
Age: 18
Horrors imposed upon: His arm was removed, and a mechanical one was added. The ability of the arm is currently unknown.
Bio/Persona: Greg was kidnapped on his eighteenth birthday. He woke in a lab, strapped to a table, a strange man looming over him. His arm was removed shortly thereafter, and he was locked up, his pain bottled up.
Appearance:

Gaian Name: Herbblade (yes, it's me again!)
Character Name: Roliana (calls herself Ro)
Age: 15
Horrors imposed upon: Ro's DNA was fused with a cat's.
Bio/Persona: Ro is the daughter of a scientist and a dancer. When she was 10, her father joined the team of Hollowan scientists, and the only thing that kept Ro safe was her mother. Two years later, her mother died of cancer. With nothing to stop it, a twelve year old Ro was made into an experiment. She has adapted a kind personality, having been through these horrors and seen many other early experiments die. She tries to be cheerful and is very selfless. She can be childish, and has nightmares every night.
Appearance: Clicky
Gaian Name: Wolfdaemon
Character Name: Phellan Eziran (goes by Phell)
Age: 19
Horrors imposed upon: Infused with the DNA of a supposed dragon, found frozen in a glacier. His wings were cut off so that the scientists could study the anatomy. They try out different types of weapons on Phell, mainly whips however, to see how much pain a person can take.
Bio/Persona: It all started when Phell's parents became divorced. His mother took his sister...and his psychotic father took him. Unknown to everyone in the family, Phell's father Xuphyr was a main employee of the lab. He brought his son to work one day, and the teen hasn't seen sunlight since.
Appearance: Before wings were cut...



Gaian Name: Selena616
Character Name: Selena
Age: 17
Horrors imposed upon: Her bones are infused with steel, spits acid, blind, claws are posionus as well as her bite. Cannot stand sunlight on her flesh.
Bio/Persona: The labs first 'guard dog' Ma13s AKA Selena was created to stop the other experiments. Human DNA enhanced and injected into a young dog whose bones and joins are mechanical. You could call her a machine covered in dogs fur that spits acid. However, Selena lost her vision during the process, but has extra good hearing and scent to make up for it. She longs to get revenge and doesn't want anyone affected, even if she was never human.
Appearance:

Ro gently pushed hair off the girls sweaty brow. They had figured out that despite her panther (she thought it was a panther from the color, but it might have just been a gray/black cat. That would explain her slight lack of height...) genes, she was not a threat to the other experiments. In fact, younger ones (thankfully there were few) had a greater survival rate around her.
The young girl in front of her was using both her own and Ro's thin blankets. She had a fever, from having her arm ripped off. They would implant the new arm in an hour.
"Ssshhh... It's fine. You'll be OK." Ro took the girl's hand and rubbed it gently. She started singing softly, giving the even younger girl an attempt at some peace before the next "procedure".

They had come for both girls at the same time. They took the wipering younger girl away of a stretcher and pulled Ro up roughly, unlocking the chain that connected her ankle to the wall. They took her to a door and Ro knew what to expect. They opened the door and shoved her in.
The hallway was completely dark. She started walking and five steps forward, she ran into a wall. Maze. She would have to smell/hear her way out.
She took a deep breath in, holding it for five seconds, then realeased it, sending her urge to scream or cry with it. She then closed her eyes and sniffed around quietly.
She was relieved when she smelt food. They sometimes used something less obvious and less rewarding, and she hadn't eaten all day. She followed her nose, eyes still closed.

Drake was strapped to a cold table for the second time that day. This time was to get the leg attached. Before he could object, a nurse stabbed a needle into his arm, the yellow liquid burned as it entered his bloodstream. Withing minutes he was out, and the doctors began their bloody experiment.

Ro reached the food and ate it in record time. For a normal person. For anyone who had gone through the experiments, it was normal speed. Suddenly a door to her right opened. She whirled around, ready to fight. She could see, which usually meant they were pitint you against something. What came out was worse.
Her father.
"Hello Roliana. How have you been lately?" Ro snarled. She hated her name. Absolutly loathed it. Her mother had never called her by it. Another reminder of how things had changed. Her father stepped forward, dropping all pretense of pleasentries. "I asked you a question, Roliana."
"I'm fine."
"Good, good." He looked at her, the same way he had the day he'd brought her to this place. Like she was a toy, an offering that some pathetic person had given him, but he couldn't refuse so he would milk as much use out of it as possible.
"You're becoming quite the little nurse, aren't you? We have several patients that could benifit from your care... There are at least five going through procedures today. Tell me, would you prefere someone older than you this time? Or do you want the last little girl back? So many choices, you must feel very blessed, eh Roliana?" He chuckled and motioned for the guards behind him to take her back to her cell.

An hour or so had passed, and still no sound out of Phell. He had learned to deal with the pain. However, this experiment was a double-edged sword: you scream earlier on and they would whip you harder...if you screamed later and held in the pain, they would whip you until they heard a sound or until your voice went hoarse. By the time Phell ended up whimpering, his back was in ribbons, the blood dripping down his tail. His tail swished back and forth, drawing a line of blood on the floor as it dripped.
"Take him away, and send the healer to his cell," the voice said, the whip had been placed back on the rack. "And son, next time, I want you to choose the whip," the voice snarled.
"As you wish....... father," Phell said dully as he attempted to see his surroundings. His vision was blurry and starry from his beating.

(Aw...that's so sweet, about Phell's wings...I'm getting teary. crying )

Phell was tossed into his cage-like prison, a thin blanket thrown onto his back to soak up most of the blood. His father had called for a healer, but the teen knew one would never come. Anyone with healing abilities was banned from the facility. If his wings were still attached to his body, he would have folded them around himself, like a cocoon. At least that way he'd be safe. There was a new feeling around him however, it seemed as if another presence was near. He moved to the door, trying to see down the hall from the barred window. He had heard movement and knew that someone was near, someone that would not hurt him. It was a feeling that he had not felt for eight years.