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Scientist or Test subject?:
Scientist. I reserve all rights to being the one everybody hates. [;
Name:
Enoch Dawns.

Gender:
Male.

Age:
19 ; nineteen.

Origin:

Washington State, United States.
Personality:
Enoch is the kind of person who is malicious, he loses feelings every single time he is summoned to perform experiments on the animals he must. Also the animals from the wild, as well. He lives only to further the experiment, and it does not matter to him if young, innocent people must die in order for him to achieve what he feels he has to. This has gained him quite the reputation among even the most ruthless of scientists and the test subjects as well. When it was stated above that "he will do anything", anything is anything. Even if he has to lie, cheat, steal, fake, or flirt his way to victory, this crafty devil will do just that.

History:

Having come from family origins unknown, the only real information there is on Enoch is his last place of residence- Washington, USA. No town, no address, no phone number, resume, friends, or family. He has a literal blank slate behind him, a mass of lost knowledge that could contain anything- things he is definitely not willing to share, especially not to his co-workers or the lowly lab rats he is doomed to perform his experiments upon. He does seem to have a soft spot for cats, and has been seen a few here and there that happen to stray into the laboratory. His ruthless tongue and wit are a formidable weapon, as well as his fighting skills gathered when some patients went delirious and tried to escape or kill him. Be careful around this boy, though, because before you know it you will have found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into his clutches, whether it be the natural aura that attracts people to him or the mysterious, cold and withdrawn attitude begging for investigation. The outcome always favors Enoch, and the loser is left with a loss of a bet in the form of their life.

Family:
N/A.


Likes:
- performing his experiments.
- Listening to music.
- Hearing the screams of his patients.
- Taking the world he and others have created as some sort of game.
- Cats.
-Singing. [his voice is surprisingly good and fine-tuned.]
- Fighting.
- Rain.

Dislikes:

- Sunny days. Due to this, he usually makes the weather cold or overcast in the dome.
- Happiness or smiling. Taking it as a sign of weakness, he punishes those he catches.

Sexuality:

- Bisexual, strong male preference.


Pets:
His pet albino serval, Relm.


Hometown:

None. Unknown. N/A.
Other:
Theme Song- No More Tears by Ozzy Osbourne. [Strongly recommend you listen to it to get a good feel for his personality.]

[Tech.]

[Accepted! We can start soon! Just after I update the list!]

[Starkit12]

((If you don't mind, I think I'll join again XD))

Scientist or Test subject?:
Test subject
Name:
Calla Tor
Gender:
Female
Age:
Seventeen
Origin:
Canadian
Personality:
A wild animal deep inside. Calla is cunning, brave, adventurous, daring, and strong. She is a bit of troublemaker and can be extremely stubborn. Her personality often changes with her mood and she can sometimes put on a whole new face if she wants. She does not like people who tell her what to do and can sometimes overact if angered. Most of the time she is determined and Cal loves to take on new challenge. She can sometimes be a bit cocky and have witty, sometimes rude comments.

Calla is never one to trust right away and it will take a lot for her to trust other people. She is physically very strong and is not afraid to pick a fight, even if it is someone more powerful or bigger than her. Calla is never afraid to back down from a threat or challenge and prides herself in her strength. Cal is tough down to the core and she can be a bit of show off but would risk her life for someone she really cares about. Even if you do get to know Cal very well, she can sometimes surprise people with something out of her character. In addition, Calla can provoke people into fights because she would rather fight than talk things through. Calla at times can get very determined and can be defensive or aggressive if people get in her way.
History:
Calla has lived at the Bay of Fundy National Park her whole life. Her family are the ones who own the park and right from birth she has taken up the tasks of running it. They also own a horse farm where Calla owns two stallions of the large herd. The horses are used for the tourists who want to travel the place and Calla is normally the one at the barn taking care of the horses. Calla with the help of her three older brothers help their parents and family by maintaining the trails, beach, and everything else on the coast.

Of course Calla life is not all work. She spends a lot of time riding her horses and spending time down at the ocean, swimming, as well as hiking, rock climbing, dirt biking, camping and mostly everything else anything else in the park. Calla's main job around the park is helping train the horses since she has showed a skill for riding and training them. Although Calla do many other jobs around the Park and over the years has not really made any friends except for her horses and dogs.

This is the life Calla has really ever known, but she loves it. Calla loves the ocean and has always dreamed of one day doing something other than living at the park.
Family:
Her parents, three brothers, two horses, and two dogs.
Likes:
rain, storms, oceans
animals; horses, dogs, birds, reptiles, etc
hiking, camping
horseback riding
dirt biking, driving cars
books, movies
muscles (as in being strong and seeing strong guys)
photography
Dislikes:
caves deep in the earth
tourists
reality tv shows
very hot weather
people who complain
Mutation:
Dove
Effects:
Lightened hair.
Graceful and light.
Beautiful white wings, larger than her arm's length.
Glistening eyes with a beautiful hue to match the wings.
Fly light as a feather.
Tell of good fortune.
Sexuality:
Straight
Pets:
Cascaded Shadows - Clydesdale | Stallion
Legend of Zelda - Clydesdale | Stallion
Shark - German Shepherd | Female
Dragon - Border Collie | Male
Hometown:

Fundy National Park, Nova Scotia.
Other:
Due Le Dorks

[Tech.]

[And you are re-accepted! I'll make the first post really soon!]

[ChairfaceChippendale]

Scientist or Test subject?:
Test Subject
Name:
Nitara Vincas
Gender:
Female
Age:
18
Origin:
Lithuanian
Personality:
Nitara is very quiet and mainly keeps to herself, but if she's angry she can be really sarcastic and/or violent. To the few people she likes, she can be loyal and nice, but if anyone messes with her friends, she will protect them at all costs. She can be a little weird at times, she tends to talk to herself more than she talks to other people.
History:
She had more enemies than friends, and was okay with that. She hated people, and after she was mutated, she hated them even more because people called her a freak and wanted absolutley nothing to do with her. Some of her "friends" turned her in to the police, and she was placed in an insane asylum. She escaped and she killed almost everyone she knew. Her mother, father, and sister were the last ones killed, ans she hid for a while, eventually going insane from being alone. Now, most of her sanity has been recovered, but she's still slightly... off. She has multi-personality disorder, but she's always paranoid that someone will betray her again, so don't expect her to trust anyone.
Family:
Dead
Likes:
Cookies, violence, blood
Dislikes:
People
Mutation:
Sting Ray
Effects:
Her eyes are yellow, and she can kill anyone with her fingernails like on the front page
Sexuality:
Straight
Pets:
None
Hometown:
Skuodas, Lithuania
Other:
I get writer's block a lot, so please forgive me for short-posting at times. I'll try to have at least three sentences per post? oh and Due Le Dorks

[Tech.]

[Please write more in the history and personality.]

[amithethird]

(So when can we start? :3)

[ChairfaceChippendale]

((Edited))

[Tech.]

[Accepted. Also, I'm streaming and stuff right now, so you guys can go ahead and start without me. c:]

[Starkit12]

C A L L A . T O R

Mutation - Dove

There are days when you have no control of your life. It's like trying to tame the ocean, wild and dangerous. That was exactly what happened to young a women on an ordinary day on the coast of Nova Scotia.

~ ~ ~

It had been a fine day. The sun had been rising and the waves gracefully rushed up the shore. Water splashed as a great figure tore through the tranquil water. The large Clydesdale stallion ate away the sand beneath his hooves as he galloped down the coast line. The wind licked and howled at Calla's face as she pushed the black stallion even harder. Together the pair were like one and moved as one, one only needed to look at their shadow to see that it belonged that way. The shadow of the young woman and the great stallion stretched up onto the beach as the sun reached the horizon on the water. A Border Collie leaped through the waves ahead while a German Shepherd barked happily from the sandy beach. Together the four of them, one family, raced across the empty, untouched beach and into the new morning.

Later the same day, Calla had been cleaning stalls and assigning horses to the tourists who came to ride them. It was quiet and peaceful, not many showed up today and she had been able to train many of the younger horses. Nothing would have prepared Cal for happened next though. It was too fast for her to recoil. She believed she had been mucking the stalls, but all she could remember were footsteps behind her. Then before she had even gotten the chance to turn around, something sharp had been shoved into her arm. She had gasped in pain from the shock and surprise of it. As the light from barn began to fade from Calla's vision, all she could remember was falling and then the last sounds were the cries of a man and the angry snarls from a dog.

~ ~ ~

Now as Calla regained conciseness, all she could think about was how cold she was. She had no idea what had happened or where she was, but she could feel the cold, hard surface beneath her. As Cal's mind began to come around she could hear voices on one side of the white room and the beeping of a machine on the other. She realized that she was very cold because she had been striped of any clothing and lay naked on a steel table. Calla attempted to move, wanting to know where she was but she couldn't. Restrains held her and the sound of her attempts to escape only brought white coated people over. They seemed to grin at her before sticking another needle into her skin.

Later Calla did not open her eyes, nor did she change her breathing. She had slowly woken up and was able to control herself. She pretended to be sleeping and focused on what the scientists were saying.

"Well that's what you deserved from getting one of the staff members. Why did you think we told you to get a tourist? Now you'd better hope they think she just got lost or something." A deep voice muttered.

"I thought she was prefect, and how was I suppose to know she had dogs guarding the place?" Another voice came, younger this time.

The other person only huffed, obviously busy with something else.

"Have you decided what species she will be?" The younger voice asked, quieter this time.

"I was thinking a wolf or a shark." Came the response.

"No." A new a voice came from the other side of the room, female this time. "You've studied her already, haven't you already?" She asked, her heels clicking across the floor.

"Yes, yes." Came the younger voice again, this time surprised. "For weeks now and that is why I chose her. She is wild and strong just like the wolf or shark, or even a tiger."

"Exactly, my point. She is already too much like a wolf or shark. This young woman must face a real challenge, and I think a graceful dove will be that challenge." The female voice sounded very close now.

"I don't think-" There was doubt in the older man's voice.

"You do not need to think, Doc, just do it." The female seemed to growl, before Calla felt another needle stuck into her arm and the sounds of their bickering voices slowly faded away.

~ ~ ~

Only once Calla had awaken. From that memory all she could remember was the pain. The pain that seared through her back. Metal held her tight as she struggled to get free. Everything was unclear like the fog that drifts in from the ocean. Calla's mind was wild as she tried to fight blindly. There were shouts but the pain kept coming, growing and extending across her body. Her voice pierced the room as she screamed at the scientists, more of confusion and anger then pain.

There was a needle pricked into her arm again, and this time there was the female's voice again, as if whispering in Calla's ear. "And the ocean shall be tamed."