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ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ：Ｓｕｎ Ｂｅａｒ
ＮＡＭＥ： Ｃａｅｓｉｕｍ
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ＡＧＥ： Ｌａｔｅ ２０＇ｓ
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A figure walks down a dimly lit alley. Under a flowing black trenchcoat, the muffled sound of clicking metal fills the silence as the figure drifts down the street. The few passerbys which brave this path at night pay him no attention as his head is held low, his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

Despite the flickering of the few lit streetlights, the figure is surrounded by an eery orange glow; not as bright as to light his way in the dark but also not dim enough to be of no use at all.

He quickens his pace as he turns out of the alley and onto a main street. He glances over his shoulder and whisks his head to survey his surrounds every few paces, yet he walks with intention.

Eventually however, he comes to a slow halt in front of a large gate, which bars the entrance to a long, cobbled driveway. A large stone plaque to the left of the figure holds the words "University", the gold lettering barely illuminated by the glow of the streetlights.

Memories of a time gone by play in his head as he stares at the gate. Walking up to the bars, he wraps a gloved paw around them, his claws clicking against the cold metal. He stares longingly up the driveway, recalling a time when these gates would open for him; when they welcomed him. Now, they stood still and rigid, prohibiting him from ever making such a foolish mistake again.

The way it should be ...


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Caesium was not always the glowing Plumerian who walks the streets beneath a trenchcoat. In fact, he started off life like any other child.

Born in Indonesia of one of many siblings, Caesium always had a certain ... spark. He was an intelligent, curious pup with an incurable desire to learn.

As he grew, Caesium’s passions narrowed and focused onto one specific topic which he could never seem to get off his mind: Cells. He was fascinated at how such tiny parts could come together to make a living organism, and he studied them relentlessly, devouring books and research papers like they were going out of fashion.

By the time he was in high school, Caesium had become somewhat obsessed over finding ways to tinker with cell properties and functions, most notably methods of rapid and efficient cell repair. He had an idea, and it was big –-impossible even-- but there was fire in his eyes, and he vowed to stop at nothing until his idea became a reality.

So after graduating high school, Caesium dove head first into a microbiology degree at university. There, after years of research and planning, he was finally able to start physically working on his idea. Caesium wanted to create a way of allowing cells to regenerate at supernatural rates.

He started off small scale, formulating concoctions which allowed small weeds to regrow cut leaves right before his eyes. Eventually perfecting a serum for plants, he moved on to animals, where he was able to allow mice to regrow lost tails in a matter of hours. It was small scale stuff, really, but his idea had potential, and one world-renowned institution in London in particular could see it. They knew that Caesium was on the brink of the next big scientific breakthrough, and they wanted him to do it in their labs. Caesium was offered a scholarship to further his research and graciously accepted.

Due to such an opportunity, Caesium's research progressed at rates faster than he could have ever imagined, and by his final year of study he was well on his way to literally being on the brink of discovering a way to regrow entire functioning limbs and organs. It was to be the scientific breakthrough of the century.

Yet Caesium was young, and even more so naive and impatient. He was sick of demonstrating his serum on plants and animals: He needed to move on to Plumerian trials. But his professors were having none of it. There was no telling what effects his creation may have; it was simply too dangerous for the University to oversee and he was prohibited from advancing his work any further until the right authorities could approve his trials.

But Caesium refused to wait. He had calculated every possible source of error and every possible side effect, and he had the results of his previous trials to attest to. He knew his research was flawless, and his professors were blind to not agree with him.

So under a cover of darkness, Caesium commenced his Plumerian trials. Bribing the bravest of his peers, he shaved a section of each of their fur; If the tests went as expected, it would surely grow back within minutes.

Yet within an hour of the students consuming Caesium's serum, strange lumps began to appear on their bodies and they reported feeling queazy and tingly. Instead of the fur regrowing, more of it was falling out. Caesium, pushing doubt to the back of his mind, put it down to minor unforeseen side effects. He allowed for inevitable anomalies in his research - Everything would work out fine. Yet as he observed his test subjects, worry began to creep into his system. Something was not right.

As the night progressed his test subjects’ conditions worsened: They became horribly disfigured, sprouting extra limbs and losing all of their fur and feathers. Unfortunately, each one eventually succumbed to the effects of the ordeal, leaving Caesium in shock and grief-stricken.


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When the University found out, Caesium expected to be thrown in jail immediately, and he wouldn't fight it. He had committed a horrible atrocity, one which he knew was avoidable if only he had used his head and not succumbed to impulse. Except the University covered it up: They could not afford for their brightest student to be labelled as a murderer.

Though he had relieved of any involvement in the incident, Caesium still felt as if everyone knew what he had done. Hearing his professors tell the parents of those his serum has killed –who he had killed- that it was a lab accident which took their children ate him inside. He would never forgive himself for what he had done. If only he had been more patient and checked his research more thoroughly: Such questions swirled around in his mind constantly through day and night.

He suffered insomnia and hardly slept, and when he did all he dreamt of was that fateful night: The night where he too, had died in a sense.

He was not Caesium anymore. He was a disgrace to science. The spark which fired his foolish desire to try to make the world a better place faded with each day, until eventually it was snuffed out all together.

He was forced to leave the University; Not by his professors, but by his own hand. He felt that had no place there anymore. He destroyed all of his research –his life’s work-, yet kept the remaining batch of serum as a reminder of his mistakes and idiocy.

Months passed and Caesium became a recluse; his only companions were his thoughts. As time passed, he began to think that others had found out what he had done. Paranoia crept into his mind like a disease, eating away at his once level-headed and rational mind. When he slept at night his dreams were haunted with the images and voices of the students from his trials, and when he woke he would jump at shadows and form ridiculous conclusions from small incidences. He replayed that night over and over in his head, wishing that he could take it all back.

He became increasingly desperate to somehow fix the mistakes of his past, yet was afraid that history may repeat itself: He couldn't hurt anyone else.

Fortunately, the spark he needed to set the fire ablaze in his mind again had been sitting right in front of him, literally.

Caesium often carried around an old pocketwatch of his late grandfather. It was one of the few things which held any significance to him anymore these days, so you could imagine the distress it caused him when he dropped it and it broke.

But the watch didn't stop. Something far worse had happened to it in Caesium's eyes. It began ticking backwards.

As he watched the small gold hands calmly tick backwards, panic rose in Caesium's mind. It was a sign: He became aware of his own mortality, how fragile and short life was. If he was ever going to reconcile the actions of his past he needed to do it now, before it was too late.

Frantically he began his research again, yet he scratched his plans for a simple regenerative serum: He needed to go bigger.

It was a shot in the dark, a pipe dream, but what if he created something so powerful that it didn't just allow cells to regrow, but revive dead ones? What if he made something that could bring someone back to life? At that moment, Caesium felt hopeful. He didn't have to live his life in fear, and he didn't have to bear the weight of those students' lives' on his shoulders. He had found a way to truly reverse his actions.

His mind was clouded however - bringing back the dead is just not possible, yet Caesium persisted. He knew there was a way, no, there needed to be a way: he just hadn't found it yet.

He became frustrated and desperate: After trawling through research and discarding failed prototype after failed prototype, Caesium finally snapped. He began hastily mixing chemicals and splashing them on his test plants in an attempt to speed up his research. For a short time, he made some progress, yet his research finally came to a conclusion one fateful night.

Caesium had become flippant in his actions. He would estimate chemical amounts as he sloshed them into solutions and he neglected wearing the proper safety gear. On this night, he was preparing another prototype. Despite his recent breakthroughs, over these past few days he had hit a brick wall it seemed, and he thought he would try something different.

He furiously prepared a solution -the final one before he was going to call it a night- and decided to try bringing it to a boil to see if that would uncover any new properties. Placing the glass over a flame, he watched intently as the clear liquid slowly began to bubble. As it heated, Caesium noticed that it began to change colour and consistency: Gradually, the liquid took a mercury-like form, and as it did it turned a bright, metallic orange. The more it heated, the brighter its colouration seemed to get, until it was literally glowing. Caesium let out a laugh as he admired his creation. This, surely, was what he was waiting for.

Yet his moment of glory was short lived. The serum began to bubble violently, shaking its container and spewing out of the top before causing the glass to explode altogether. Caesium was drenched in the gel-like substance. He began to rapidly morph and change - his skin tearing and throbbing as his cells rapidly split and rejoined at a molecular level. He stumbled around the cluttered laboratory, his skin feeling as though it was on fire before he collapsed to the ground. His body clung to life for a mere few seconds before he succumbed to the effects of his own creation.


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Caesium woke some time later, confused and dazed on the cold floor of his lab. Rubbery orange gunk clung to his equipment and his fur and surrounded his body, casting his silhouette onto the floor. Sagging his head to the side to inspect the residue, he suddenly came to the realisation that something was not right. He breathed the air, and it pained his tongue, his cheeks, his throat, before sending sharp pains into his lungs. He gasped as feeling came back to his limbs and his skin slowly lit of fire as he regained full consciousness. It was almost too much to bear: His eyes watered, yet even the tears burned his skin. Clambering up onto his feet, he stumbled across the floor, his body seeming to reject the environment it was made to thrive in.

The flashbacks flickered in his mind, causing his head to throb, as he realised that something really was not right: He was not right. He should have died, yet he was here experiencing a pain like nothing he had felt before: Here he was, alive. His fur prickled his skin, like his whole body had pins and needles. A thought came to his mind, and the epiphany relived him of his pain for a mere second. He had come back to life. Somehow, by a chance even smaller than him creating the correct serum itself, was that it worked. Almost.

He stumbled over to a closet and pulled out a safety suit. Slipping the cool metal on his skin, his pain eased. Looking though the magnified lenses of his helmet, he looked on in awe as his skin appeared to be quivering, like it had no solid form. The cells of his body were lysing and replacing at a rate so quickly that his body could barely hold its form. Thinking fast and knowing that cold temperatures cause cells to halt division, he activated the central cooling in his suit, and sure enough the process slowed until he was not in pain anymore. His mind raced through the consequences and implications of this development. Could this mean that his cells could continue to regenerate infinitely?

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Inspecting a piece of the orange residue, which still maintained a slight glow, he knew that he had succeeded. He had created not only the resurrection elixir, but theoretically, also the secret to living forever.

Caesium's work has only just begun though. Due to his carelessness, he has no idea about how he should go about trying to recreate his serum, and replicating it has become one of two ultimate goals he wishes to achieve.

The other, is to find out why and how this serum gained a bio-luminescent property, and more importantly, how it was transferred to him.

Caesium now experiences an uncontrollable faint glow from his feathers and eyes at all times. During the day, it is hardly noticeable, though dark environments cause it to glow significantly brighter for a reason Caesium is yet to discover.

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It has been many years since Caesium's accident, and his condition is far less prominent on a physical level than what is was initially: His shape does not ever visibly waver, yet he is accompanied by frequent tingling or numbing sensations, which he is now accustomed to. Such sensations are eased significantly by being exposed to temperatures below 10 degrees Celcius.

Mentally however, Caesium has not remained unscathed: Although his condition does not affect his appearance, his internal workings his internal structures are occasionally affected. He has accepted that having cells which are constantly and rapidly regenerating means that sometimes his brain and the nerves vital to his neurological system are also replaced, causing slight lapses in his function and thoughts. Consequently, Caesium may experience short term memory loss and temporary paralysis, though these are rare occurrences.

As Caesium will discover in the future, he is not immortal nor will he live forever. At this present time he does not know this, and so acts as though time is on his side. He more or less jumped to the conclusion of his serum working and never actually proved that it did what it was meant to ...

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ＴＯ Ａ ＳＴＲＡＮＧＥＲ , Caesium appears to be a very nervous and skittish Plumerian. He lives his life looking over his shoulder and is afraid to venture into the unknown. Many remark at how he is quite defensive and uninviting when speaking to strangers, and he adopts a rather rude and condescending tone, which pushes many away from him. He maintains a stoic exterior and refuses to share details of his life, and tries to keep conversations as short as possible. Many agree that his level of defensiveness is almost suspicious, as if he has something to hide, whilst others argue that he is simply uptight and antisocial.

ＴＯ ＴＨＯＳＥ ＨＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ, of whom there aren't many, he is slightly more relaxed, yet still maintains a sense of alertness and defensiveness. He is slightly warmer in his interactions, letting details about his childhood, his hobbies, likes and dislikes or short opinions on current events slip into conversation. Though he may be regarded as being devoid of emotion or unable to make a joke, he is generally thought of as simply being a shy guy.

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１. Thinks big and dreams
bigger

２. Has the intention to make the
world a better place; Loyal to his
friends

３. Dedicated; Persistent; Gives it
his all

４. Hopeful; Is not easily discouraged

５. Motivated to be efficient and
won't keep you waiting

６. Is not often reckless; Carefully plans
and researches before committing to
something

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８. Good problem solver; Intuitive;
Scientific mind generally lets him
see things how they are

９. Is motivated by his past;
acknowledges his mistakes and
wants to rectify them

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１. Bites off more than he can chew;
Occasionally gets so caught up in his ideas
that he disregards his morals

２. The means of achieving said thing
are questionable; Misguided
actions

３. Obsessive and Desperate - won't
let things get in his way once
he has his mind set; Stubborn

４. Grasps at straws - Can't stop himself
from clinging to small glimmers of hope

５. Hates waiting and will often rush
through things; short tempered

６. Easily becomes paranoid, suspicious,
untrusting; jumpy in unfamiliar
situations

７. Lacks some social skills; comes
off as cold or stoic; uninviting

８. ---

９. Dwells on his past and punishes
himself for it

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１ Ambitious １

２ Good-Hearted ２

３ Persistent ３

４ Hopeful, but not optimistic ４

５ Impatient ５

６ Wary; Paranoid ６

７ Withdrawn ７

８ Intelligent; Analytical ８

９ Nostalgic ９


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ＬＡＹＥＲ ２： ＤＩＧＧＩＮＧ ＤＥＥＰＥＲ

ＴＯ ＴＨＯＳＥ ＨＥ ＩＳ ＣＬＯＳＥ ＷＩＴＨ, Caesium is considered as being a complex Plumerian to understand. He will share most personal details of himself and his past and appears to slightly lean towards having a positive outlook on life, yet still openly avoids disclosing certain areas of his history. Those whom Caesium is close with will know that on occasion he is quite a trickster and enjoys messing with his friends, yet he is still the type of guy to stifle a laugh or bottle up his emotions. He is not rude, and is actually quite an intellectual and loyal friend who cares very deeply about those he trusts. His friends agree that he goes through stages of highs and lows; one minute he will happily agree to go out and spend time talking, then the next he will shut everyone out and request to be left alone. His friends respect that something obviously traumatised him in his past in such a way that bad memories or feelings may rise to the surface occasionally, and they care about him enough to give him his space.

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Caesium chooses to hide some aspects of himself from even his oldest and closest acquaintances. He never lets his ambitious nature characterise his persona, and so is not known as someone who is always making crazy and impossible plans. Hiding such a big part of character is a struggle at times, yet Caesium believes that he should not have to tell others his dreams, but rather show them when they come true. He also finds that not sharing plans with anyone means that if they don't work out, the weight of the failure rests only on his shoulders.

Caesium, although is accepted as being a caring and loyal friend, is actually deeply motivated by more selfish intentions. Whilst he does appear to care about others more than himself and demonstrates a strong sense of loyalty, at times Caesium's desire to help others is often rooted not in a desire to give, but in a desire to help himself. While he shows a genuine deep regret for the past, it is not clear whether he actually wants to rectify his actions for the good of those he hurt, or whether he wants to try to prove to himself that he is less of monster than he thinks he is.

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● Structure - ie, all things which are
predictable and where there can
only be one right solution or concept
at work. Eg formulae and maths,
sudoku, timetables and schedules
● Modern technology
● Botany
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● Surprises
● The unexplainable
● Heat - for obvious reasons
● Wasting time, having free time or
those who waste his time
● Attention when he doesn't want it
● Senseless/unjustifiable cruelty
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● Darkness
● Insects
● Crowds - on one hand, he feels safe
with others, but on the other he gets
anxious and doesn't actually want to
interact with others
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Caesium is a vegetarian by choice, and has been for most of his life. He believes strongly in the ethical farming and treatment of animals, and adopted a vegetarian lifestyle out of convenience, as finding humanely processed meats was a struggle for him. In the future, he would gladly consume meat again if he knew it was from a cruelty-free source. This view on farming is also the reason why Caesium would only test his serums on animals which were already injured, and would always perfect his creations on plants before moving on to living, breathing test subjects.

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Caesium wears a number of accessories for different reasons and at different times. Due to his condition he chooses to wear a cooling suit to keep his body temperature stable when he is outside his lab. Due to the frightful appearance it gives him, he may choose to wear a leather trenchcoat and scarf over the top to hide it when in public.

Alternatively, if the climate is only slightly above what his limits are, he may choose to only wear the mask, or even nothing at all. His feral and anthro accessories are the same.

Caesium can also be seen carrying or wearing a gold pocketwatch at all times.


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The Suit:
Caesium's suit covers his entire body except for his tail, and is made of a dull, light coloured metal with rubber segments to allow movement. It employs a central cooling system and is insulated and air-tight to maintain a constant temperature. It is sleek and fits his body perfectly, almost like a second skin. To add a certain uniqueness to his suit, Caesium carved feather symbols into the metal wherever his actual feathers are covered: One on each side of his helmet and a single symbol above his tail-piece.

The Helmet:
The helmet is actually a separate part of his suit, and can function as a single item. Like the suit, it is insulated, but allows air-flow through filter systems over the ears, mouth and snout areas. The tubes which run from his nose do not actually allow for breathing, but rather are used to connect the helmet and suit when the two are worn together so a stable temperature is maintained throughout the whole suit.

The Gloves:
Caesium has sensitive hands/paws and so wears a pair of faux leather gloves almost at all times. To assist in handing of objects, mostly the glasswear which he uses on a daily basis, he has attached a set of metal 'claws' to the gloves, which then attach directly to his finger to give him extra grip and precision.


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Shying away from society, Caesium now inhabits a small cottage on a large acreage on the outskirts of a British town. The weather is cool this time of year, and so Caesium has no need for his suit in this situation.

The following takes place between Caesium and my Plumerian, Zillan.


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"It was once a farm. I don't know what they farmed"

Zillan's attention flicked to Caesium as he uttered the words. It almost seemed as if he was thinking aloud to himself, rather than giving a history lesson to his visitor. Come to think of it, Caesium had barely spoken a word to Zillan the entire journey here. Zillan acknowledged the comment with a slow nod as he took in his surroundings. The two Plumerians stood on the edge of dirt road facing a lone cottage; if it were a city, Zillan would have called it the footpath, but out here everything was just ... dirt to him. The grass was dry and the small picket fence which marked the perimeter of the property was peeling, but remained standing nonetheless. Caesium hesitated at a gap in the fence, which perhaps was once a gate, as he waited for his guest to catch up. Zillan flicked his gaze up and down the fence line either way. Nothing. For miles it seemed. The only sight either way was dirt the occasional tree which marked the obscure border between the road and the 'footpath'. Turning his attention back to his friend, Zillan stumbled forward when he noticed decided to go ahead without him.

The paved path leading to the house was dimly lit by the last of the sun, which had dyed the sky in pinks and purples as it set. Although he couldn't really make out much, it was obvious that the property was overrun with long grass and was littered with large dirt plots which now only nourished small weeds. Despite the fading light, Zillan curiously noted that Caesium appeared to already have some sort of torch lighting his way. It was not the first time he had seen this strange man ... glow. It wasn't just a trick of the light. He knew something was up with Caesium, and it wasn't just his strange choice of attire.

Zillan didn't want to pry ... but now that he was here he also didn't want to leave without some answers.

"Thankyou again for showing me around" Zillan forced, hoping to shake off the awkwardness. He still didn't know why he offered to see Caesium's home. The two had only met a few weeks prior, and although they somehow seemed to hit off it right away, Zillan was honestly surprised that their friendship had lasted even this long. Caesium glanced over his shoulder and gave curt nod and a small shrug. He's a man of few words, alright.

Zillan paused briefly at the house, expecting Caesium to head up onto the porch, yet instead he made a sharp turn and disappeared around the side of the building.

"Not that way"

Peering up at the old cottage, it quite frankly appeared unused: Although it could have once been a promising first home, the peeling paint and creeping vines which characterize its exterior would do a good job deterring any future buyers. Zillan shrugged it off - Perhaps they were going though a back door.

Hurrying to catch up to his host, he jogged around the corner but was forced to a stop as Caesium halted suddenly. Bending over, he reached his hand under a layer of dried leaves until he appeared to grab a hold of something. Pulling it up with ease, he lifted a metal plate to the side, sending a mountain of leaves fluttering around his feet and down the hole which it was covering. Caesium glanced back at Zillan, his eyes literally aglow with secrets. Zillan stepped back in shock - it seriously wasn't a trick of the light: his eyes were actually glowing. With a small smile, the first one Zillan had ever seen creep onto his features, Caesium disappeared down the hole.

"Oh, hell no! I am not following you into some dank hole in your backyard, mate"

Zillan stepped back, suddenly aware that he was very alone in a very isolated location. Crossing him arms and running through his self defense moves in his head, he prepared himself for an attack.

Caesium's head popped back up, his expression unamused yet his eyes still retaining the smile which had graced his face seconds earlier.

"Come on. You wanted to see my home, so here I am, inviting you in"


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Zillan hesitated momentarily, before sighing in defeat. He knew that following a strange, glowing man into a hole in his backyard didn't sound like a smart idea, but his curiosity got the better of him.

A small step ladder greeted him at the entrance to the hole, and he clambered down it to meet Caesium at the bottom. Zillan swung around and shot Caesium a disgruntled look, which was immediately wiped off his face as he was met with a shocking sight.

What was once a wine cellar had been converted into a laboratory, fully equipped with machinery and equipment which looked like it belonged in a hospital or medical research centre. It was in pristine condition: the walls and floor were plastered with white, shining tiles and the space was fitted with immaculate polished wooden benches and cabinets. Zillan now understood why the rest of the property was so neglected: this right here was Caesium's pride and joy, no doubt about it.

"Before you make anything up in your head, no, I did not steal anything in this lab. It was more of a departing gift."

"Yeah right, you keep telling yourself that you got your hands on all this," Zillan gestured to his surroundings with a smirk, "legally"

A small chuckle slipped through Caesium's lips as he stood back and admired his work. The whole place was a living testimony to his goal: The walls were covered in cork boards and white boards, which boasted ridiculous amounts of formulae and scribbled theories and diagrams and the bench tops were plastered in paperwork and various test tubes in racks. One day, all of this would be worth it.

"Um, what are those?" Caesium snapped out of his daydream and turned his attention towards his guest, who was pointing like a small child at a number of pot plants on a shelf.

"Ah. My test subjects"

Zillan raised an eyebrow as Caesium drifted over and stood next to him. "Well you wouldn't think I'd set all of this up for decoration, would you?"

Zillan shrugged, a worried look in his eye. "So you conduct crazy mad experiments on innocent plants?"

Ignoring Zillan's tone, Caesium proceeded to point out each plant: what it was once, and what it was now. Some had large boil-like growths, some had large flowers which caused the plant to droop and some even exhibited their flowers growing inside out and their seeds growing on their stems. "I do a lot of genetics work. Cells to be specific. Some of these plants have been growing in these vases here since I was in University. These are the rejects, to be honest"

University? So he's not just some nut job who experiments on plants in a stolen laboratory. Zillan nodded in acknowledgment. "Interesting. So, uh, if these are the rejects, where are your success stories?"

Caesium spun around, and Zillan could have sworn a pained look flashed across his features.

"That's a story for another time"


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I apologise for the ridiculous amount of writing in my form, but I seriously couldn't cut it down any more. Yeah, I had more lol. If you got through it and actually remember what I was waffling on about, then I want to say a big thanks. And if you don't remember, well that's ok too - it's the thought that counts! This character means a lot to me --his personality, his accessories, his backstory, everything!-- and I wanted to try and show that without blatantly stating it at the top of my form. Also, I know his backstory is a bit of a stretch... but hey at least it's something new. Thanks for reading - SB

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Berserker.

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do you need explanation for absolutely everything?

Berserker's parents, both currently unknown to everybody including him, apparently named the plumerian after his rambunctious, destructive behaviour as a child. It is not known whether or not this is true or false, as Ber does not remember his parents or even his childhood.

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oh, is my full name too much for you?

Ber

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male. at least, I think so.

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are you interrogating me? sure seems like it.

While Ber doesn't exactly seem all 'sun shines and rainbows!' to others (in fact, he's quite the opposite), there are, of course, some things he has a soft spot for, including ginger biscuits, mythology, and anything and everything coloured neon orange.

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everybody. I dislike everybody.

Of course, Bed also dislikes some things. And when he says he dislikes something, he's usually just sugarcoating his pure hatred for whatever than unfortunate thing is so that nobody is offended- not that he'd care if they were, though.

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which personality? you'll have to be more specific.

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Maybe I'll try to get a spooky guy for my only other spoopy lonely guy ;u;

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[Egeria Sagus]

Prologue:
Your in a dense wooded forest.
A young wolf looking creature walks up to you.
It's dark out and you can barley see. All you can see is two glowing
orange streams and circles that look to be coming off feathers. A deep
but soft voice mumbles out a whisper but its to quite to hear. You call out
for what ever this wolf creature is to stay back and don't hurt you. It whispers again
and this time you can here it. "Don't be afraid. I'm nothing to be afraid of." It whispers but
the way it talked sent shivers up your spine. You reach down and pick up a stick. The creature
backs way a few steps. This time it talks a bit louder. " I said don't be afraid. My species is Plumerian
and we aren't here to hurt you. My name is Everett the black, gray, and orange glowing Plumerian." You feel more
comforted and set your stick down. You think to yourself Plumerian, the name felt funny on the tongue but you
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the name Everett means - Strong

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In English,
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Everett Peak

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October 21st

Everett is a very interesting soul. He is definitely not the easiest soul to get a long with. He is not a rude plumerian, it is just that he is rather stubborn, and short tempered. He is actually very kind, though sometimes others can't see that due to the fact he is more reserved, and doesn't seek attention, he is just fine sitting in the background, not interacting with other people. Though if you pester him enough you will be able to get to know this lad, and fond out that he is quite a great plumerian to be around. Everett is friendly, though he isn't one who talks a whole bunch, unless you get him on a topic that he likes. He is a very trustworthy plumerian definitely one you can share your secrets with. Though like everyone he has flaws. He has a short temper and he can get pretty fiery, he hates it, but he can't help it. He has a very stubborn attitude and likes to be right, even when he isn't. He holds to much pride to admit he was wrong. He is always quick to action not really like to resolve with words, which isn't always the brightest, but he is definitely guilty of it. Though besides being grumpy, stubborn, proud. He is a kind plumerian who likes to help those dear to him, and he is protective over those he cares for.

-Fire, what is there not to love about it
-Being right, of course
-Making stuff(animals made out of metal ,ect.)
-His loved ones
-Darkness
-One unusual thing he likes ought be candy XD

-Water
-Judging Plumerians
-Plumerians who talk to much

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- A amulet--the pendent--the chain
-A simple scythe

Has there ever been a time where you felt you lost everything?
Everett pauses. Well........One time I was wondering in the woods and got lost but I found my way back. *Chuckles* Well, not really cause that doesn't count.
Whats your favorite candy?
Everette waves his paws in the air. Of course hot tamales!!
Favorite holiday?
A lot of people would expect someone like me to say Halloween but its no favorite. It's kinda
Halloween everyday for me. I'm dressed like a skeleton everyday and I have orange mist streaming
off my eyes. Before I get carried off my favorite holiday is Thanksgiving cause you get to be together with
your family.
I've heard when people first see you they feel scared. Why do you think they feel scared?
[i]Answers quickly: Well probably because I blend into the dark. Or because I'm just one of those plumerians who other creatures get scared of easily.

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