Everyone has a story...
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//Name: Anomaly Aeriez
//Nickname: Nom
//Age: 18
//Gender: Female
//Classification: Experiment
//Hair: An intermingling of blue and grey strands
//Eyes: Left gray, right blue
//Height: 5'3"
//Complexion: Frost white
//Weakness: Giraffes, freeze pops, music, moonlight, apple pie
//Martial Status: Single
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Curiosity - it has always been mankind’s strongest asset and greatest weakness. The longing to go over and above it all, to reach up and graze new skies. This feeling, this desire, has led to grand things; to horrible things; to things that make one scream out in terror or cry out in delight. Curiosity has a chain effect when attempts are made to satiate the overwhelming feeling this concept brings. It is exactly that wild and unbridled emotion and strikingly inquisitive nature that led to my creation.
You see, my very existence is an anomaly.
I am the result of curiosity given form.
I suppose it would be proper for me to introduce myself before I reveal my story. I am known as Anomaly Iridescence Aeriez. I was created in a lab by an aspiring scientist named Zloryk. What Zloryk wished for was to create an ultimate race. His entire life was dedicated to human physiology and genetic mutations. His passion was only fueled further when he managed to retrieve dust from a strange, long dead star. Zloryk found himself wondering what would happen if he happened to mix some of the stardust with human DNA. If I was to describe the whole procedure - even just the parts of it that I comprehend - then I would be here for eternity and no one wishes to hear me ramble on for that long. Basically though, I was taken from the womb of a female human as an embryo and became what is known as a ‘petri dish baby’.
Actually, it is truly a miracle that I survived at all, and with my survival came unexpected results. As an infant I developed…abilities. I found that I was gifted with telekinetic and telepathic abilities. My abnormality became quite the object of discussion among Zloryk and his co-workers. And as I grew, so did the strength of my power and my control over such. I became a prized possession, a monumental accomplishment.
My existence made Zloryk immensely happy, but I discovered that I didn't feel quite the same. I despised the dank, dark lab I was imprisoned in. Being a mutant, I was not considered a person by those who had made me, and that’s how I was treated - as a thing. By the age of six, a deep, incomprehensible depression had set in. As it turns out, my ability to use my power is reflected through my emotions. Therefore my telepathy and telekinesis dissipated until they finally entered a complete state of dormancy.
Of course, Zloryk did not truly believe I had feelings, so it was pretty much impossible for him to connect the dots. So, he came to believe the ‘Stardust Effect’ (as he referred to the mutation) had run its course, as if it was merely a temporary effect. It hurt me that my creator, whom I deeply cared for cared nothing for me, but there was little I could do about that. It was that same indifference he held towards me as a person then led him to discard me not long after without a second thought. I was marked as a failed experiment and nothing more. In a performance of another miracle, I managed to escape the lab before I was to be ‘destroyed’.
I managed to conceal myself well in the nearby snowy mountains, and after faking my own death I threw Zloryk off completely. With my life thought to be extinguished, he destroyed the lab and left the country, in search of new projects. That left me, in my newfound world, to explore, learn, and adapt to my heart’s content. Now I live my own life, day by day, trying to get by in this mysterious world. So, that’s pretty much it; my life summed up. It’s not much, but it’s mine, and I never plan on taking that for granted.
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I wanna cry.
Divorce now, please.