|Captured Creatures|Semi-Lit+ to Literate|Accepting|

[~Everlasting~]

{Cabin Fever: Accepted! I'll add you to the front page now.}

[Aniki]

{Remember ~Fullmetal.Heart~, you're supposed to write in 3rd person. }

||Freak||

Freak watched out the door as Aasiyah gave the daily mood report. "Hmm," he said, eyes scanning his creatures. Aasiyah's gift was very helpful. If he worked her hard enough, then one day, maybe she could read minds instead of just feeling them. That would be very useful. Then, she could inform him of plots to destroy him. But it was more likely that, even if she got to that point, she wouldn't tell him about it. Even if she didn't see him as a total monster, she still wanted to get out like everyone else. Freak didn't blame her. There were times when he wanted to escape, too.
Freak watched Daniel as he lit his old pair of clothes on fire. "Doesn't look like he's sleeping anymore," he said softly, more to himself than to Aasiyah. "That could be dangerous." Freak knew Daniel well enough to understand that he could control the fire just fine. It was the thought of him not wanting to control it that scared him.
Although Aasiyah knew nothing of his gift, Freak figured it wouldn't be bad to use it around her. If he did, she probably wouldn't think it was his gift. It was more likely for her to ignore it, or come up with a different cause for the moving object. Freak concentrated on the kitchen sink and watched as water slowly began to pour out of it. "Put a bucket under that, will you?" he said to Aasiyah, gesturing to the sink. He then began to walk out the door.
"Careful with that," he said, his feet haulting when he arrived at Daniel's cage. "We wouldn't want to have an accident--." He was cut off by Danika, who let out a long, horiffic howl. He glanced over at her cage. "Shh, Danika," he said soothingly, taking a few steps in her direction. "Quiet now. You're alright." This one was a bit fiesty. He had to watch out for her.

Aasiyah Sari Valeska || Worker

Sighing, Aasiyah went to do as she was told. While she was giving her report to Freak she couldn’t help but sense that something was off in her master. Knowing that it wasn’t her place to ask or bring it up, she kept silent.
After placing a fairly large bucket under the dripping and telling one of the other workers to fix it by the afternoon, Aasiyah quickly caught up with Freak. She glanced at Danika and gave her a loving look. While Aasiyah was a worker and no longer considered a creature, she did her best to keep everyone calm and mostly happy. Treating each creature like they were her own flesh and blood, Aasiyah earned their loyalty and trust.

[~Everlasting~]

||Freak||

On the outside, Freak merely stared at Danika with a blank expression. He seemed completely unfazed by the girl's pained expression and tears. But on the inside, Freak felt extremely bad for her. Of course, he knew nothing of the girl's past; he didn't know much about any of the creatures he captured. He felt a bit inclined to ask her why she was seeing her brother, but he knew that this question would only result in more anger from the already too angered child. So he kept his mouth shut.
Freak glanced over at Aasiyah as she entered the room and decided he would leave the girl to her. She was great with the creatures. Occasionally, she was even somewhat motherly to them. He shot her a gaze that said "deal with this one". But before leaving Danika, Freak crouched down to the ground so he was at eye-level with her. He wasn't very good with words, but he wanted to say something before leaving. He locked his eyes carefully with hers. He wanted her to know that he meant what he said. "Danika, I understand this is a very stressful situation for you. I sincerely appologize. But you just have to muddle through and make the best of what you have. You all do," Freak said, throwing his gaze around the room and letting it settle on each of the creatures. "You are all very powerful. And you are powerful enough to make it through this." With that, Freak rose, feeling somewhat proud of himself. He usually wasn't able to give speeches like that. And when he was, he usually faltered somewhere in the middle and didn't know what to say. But he made it through this time.
Freak stepped away from Danika's cage and nodded at Aasiyah. He then began to walk along the pathway the cages made, looking at all of his creatures on the way.

[Dafna]

As his eyes seemed to drift over the flame of the clothes his eyes moved over to the feet that seemed to appear in front of his cage. Looking upwards to see who the owner was he raised his eyebrows when he saw Freak, not to mention when he heard what he was saying. Careful? At the moment he seemed to have it under control but he knew well enough that either way he might lose control. He was still learning to control large amounts of fire, small amounts were the ones he was perfectly able to handle.

Listening to what Freak was saying he only raised his eyebrows before watching as he walked over to the girl, Danika. Watching as the scene seemed to appear in front of him he couldn’t help but laugh at what Freak had said afterwards. Powerful? Oh they were powerful, so powerful that he had them in cages. “Then tell us if we’re so powerful why aren’t we out there walking around? If we’re so powerful why are you still alive” Daniel muttered a sarcastically, a small smirk on his face as he said it. Moving upwards he diminished the small flames that seemed to be burn what little material was left of the clothes he had worn yesterday. Standing up to his full height in the cage looked at Freak raising his eyebrows a little. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the bowl of food that laid untouched. Moving his eyes so they were looking directly at Freak he waited patiently for an answer.

Yes at times he could be a little bold and say his opinion but he just couldn't help it,though he was trying to stay calm he knew that anything could set him off. He was working on it when he could, just sometimes it got a little out of hand, he'd been told before that he should have something to calm him down. His brother used to say to knock him out but he was just joking around when he said that. Tilting his head a little to the side he looked Freak up and down as he started to analyse him slightly, just little hints seemed to be the most useful.

[Real Horrorshow]

Maria Eleanor Day: Creature
Maria scowled at the clothes given to her. The shirt had to be at least three sizes too small, and the pants were much too large. They were cleaner than the clothes she had on now though, so reluctantly, she pulled them on. When she was finished, she noticed a small bowl sitting in the corner of her cage. A grey, slimy substance that Maria could not identify was in it; a spoon was sliding into the bowl at a sluggish pace. Am I supposed to eat that? she thought. Maria tried not to grimace at the food, but it was too much for her stomach. The temptation to vomit was interrupted by Freak's voice. She didn't have a full understanding of what he was saying, but she guessed that it had to do with potential. Maria laughed. "How can I do my best when you try to pass off dishwater as a meal?" She tapped the bowl with her elegant pointer finger and turned into the object. What a joke this all was.

Stanley Alexander Nolan: Worker
Stan sat up on his ever-creaking bed, his posture extraordinary. He'd just finished cleaning out one of the training areas, making sure to violently scrub every little corner until his knuckles bled. It was definitely no walk-in-the-park, but to Stan, the excruciating pain was worth the experience of watching Freak work his magic. That man did wonders on his soul. The sound of a speech echoed from the distance; Stan closed his eyes and pinpointed the exact location. Right by Danika's cage. Surprise, surprise. Freak didn't usually go out and make speeches in such a grand manner -- why now? Stan wrinkled his brow and stared at his bulky fingers, the nails chewed down to the quick. There probably wasn't an issue, but curiosity and admiration got the best of him. He stood up, smoothed down his old sweatshirt and jeans, and left his room, closing the door softly behind him.

[aieralyn]

{I'd like to join, and I promise I'll get my form up sometime today. I'm at school now, so it might be a while...}
{Not quite done yet, my apologies. >.<}
{I got lazy with the history, but I'm finally done! *sigh of relief*}

||Creature||

"They looked perfectly normal. Eyes and ears exactly where they should be. But inside, they were not normal. The blood of the gifted ran through their veins."

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☼ {Moody} ☼ {Brave} ☼ {Dangerous} ☼ {Loyal} ☼ {Cunning} ☼
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"I just can't afford to trust anyone."
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{|Personal Information|}

Username:
Kianake Sitikara
Rather than referring to my username, you can call me Ash or Lupe if you please. Or you can make up your own nickname for me if you so desire. Feel free to PM me for anything! I promise I don't bite. XD

Name:
Asher Mikael Fairfax
"I'm Asher. Or Ash. Call me something else, make up a creative little nickname. I DARE you...."
This moody teen is Asher, or Ash. There's no particular meaning associated with the name, only that it is his. Because of his attitude, many try to ridicule him for it, especially the fact it sounds abnormally feminine. Now, he's particularly sensitive to when others call him something otherwise.

Nicknames:
Ash
"The only thing you need to know is to stay away from me..."
If you call him anything else, you must be looking for a fight for he doesn't take kindly to much of anyone. After being trapped in Freak's possession for so long, he's quite warped and constantly looking for things to take his anger out on.

Gender:
Male
"I shouldn't have to defend myself against the likes of you."
Yes, Asher is male.

Age:
16
"Sixteen long years I've been trapped in this hellhole...."
September 12 was the day Asher was brought to life and has struggled in Freak's world for the majority of it.

Ability:
Manipulation of the senses or sensations one is feeling
"Go ahead and underestimate me. Let's see how it works out for you."
Asher's ability is unique and peculiar. With his ability, he can completely desensitize an opponent.

Sight
Asher can distort reality to the point where he can make people see things that aren't there. He has freedom to control what they see, so he can change a small but key point in real experiences, or he can make up a fantasy of his own. Even if the observer knows it is not real, they cannot take the image away unless they close their eyes. Asher can hold this particular sense for ten minutes at the most.
Touch
He can make people experience the sensation that something is touching them or that they are being touched. He can only use this part of his ability in flashes, but a few seconds is enough to save him in a dire situation.
Smell
He can make people smell aromas that don't exist, or change what they are smelling to something different if he so pleases, but this one he can only hold for maybe two to three minutes.
Hearing
He can make them hear noises, but this ability is faint as well. Instead of this one having a time limit, there is a volume limit. He can only make them hear a normal speaking voice at the very most, and even that expends too much of his energy. Usually he only uses this to cause someone to hear a whisper. They WILL hear the sound no matter what as this power works through the brain's sensors processing information rather than the inner ear actually picking up sound waves.
Taste
He cannot manipulate this sense; Which baffles even Freak.
Mood
Asher can manipulate people's feelings and emotions, and even their mood if he chooses to. This doesn't have a limit, only that it expends energy as he uses it. A key point to this ability lies in memories. Asher cannot manipulate the memories of his victims, only their reaction to it. So for example; If they have a painful memory, they will still understand that it was painful but will feel joy instead. Therefore, he doesn't usually use this ability to change the attitude of his victim towards something, rather their current mood.
Sleep
This isn't a branch of his ability, only a side effect. As he is sleeping, his sub-conscious has control of his mind. He cannot control his ability as he sleeps, so those around him may experience disorientation in reality. If they are sleeping, they will experience vivid dreams and sensations. Also, since he is technically expending energy at the same time as sleeping, he will wake up weary. He never gets enough rest, which is very taxing and doesn't help his irritable personality.

{|What You See|}

Hair Color:
Dark Brown
"Why do you need to know so much about me?"
Asher's hair is a thick wave of dark brown strands. Dark at the roots, the brown crown of hair lightens until it's almost a honey color at the ends. It's mostly straight, until you come to the ends, where it flips every which way, much to his annoyance. Usually it's floating in front of his eyes acting as a shield to keep others at bay. When he does bother to brush it from his face, he still leaves his right eye covered. Nothing special, just a peculiar habit he picked up.

Eye Color:
Green
"Stop staring at me like that!"
Not just any green, Asher's eyes are interesting to say the least. As if these light green pools with streaks of gold running throughout weren't enough, his eyes also contain many dark brown flecks staining the meadow-like pallor. Many seem to be trapped by the effect of his eyes, which makes him very uncomfortable. If anything, he's embarrassed by their peculiarity.

Height:
5'10"
"Yeah yeah, I know I'm not huge. But I'll still take you on, anytime, anywhere."
Asher is of average height for his age, but he likes it that way. He can usually fit comfortably in all the spaces in Freak's domain, with some room to spare. He's no stranger to his size, and can manage his body well to avoid any clumsiness.

Weight:
156 lbs.
"Fat is a luxury here..."
Asher is a pretty normal weight for someone of his stature, but he has no fat. Due to one meal a day and grueling training, this fit teen is all muscle.

Skin Type:
Fair
"Sunscreen? What the hell is that?"
Though Asher's skin is fair, he's never gotten sunburnt, even while enduring long hours in the baking sun. He has few beauty marks scattering his body, but no freckles to speak of. His skin never breaks out or anything out of the ordinary, just plain and smooth all around.

Body Type:
Muscular and lean
"I do what I have to in order to survive. There's no room for softies here..."
Asher is used to the hard way of life under Freak's close eye, so he is very well built. Between hours working out at the training area, even longer taking impossible tests, and only one meal to run on, he's hard muscle, but not much else. If he doesn't eat every last crumb of his meal, he's dangerously risking his health. Freak runs a harsh program.

Body Modifications or Scars:
Scars
"What of it? Scars are memories, each and every one of them. I wouldn't want to lose them, even if I was given that impossible choice. Even mental scars. When inflicted, they both can cause excruciating pain. There's only one difference; The invisible ones make you stronger."
Though most of them are mental, he does have some physical scars. One small but prominent pink line extends straight downwards from his right temple to the edge of his jaw. He has many other insignificant scars, but there is one particularly gruesome one. On his left arm there is an ugly thick scar that runs from his mid-bicep and snakes over his right shoulder, finally ending on his mid-back. He can cover this one with a t-shirt, as he usually does. Though it's not uncommon for the people under Freak's care to have scars, he prefers that others don't see this particular one.

{The Inside of Me}

Personality:
Complicated
"Don't you DARE judge me..."
Rather than the black and white approach he seems to take to everything, Asher's personality is beyond complex. Growing up in a warzone, only to be kidnapped by Freak and caged like an animal did nothing to help him find any empathy. He tends to push everyone away by acting in a rude abrasive manner. Everyone at the Compound knows him as an apathetic, ambitious jerk, But really he just doesn't know how to let people in. He doesn't want them to see the vulnerable and hurt child underneath.
Asher hates being around a lot of people at one time, he much prefers small groups. Though he can hardly say he prefers to be with people period, he's more of the antisocial type. He wasn't always this way, but a hard past caused him to be extremely uneasy around others. He's not quite sure how to react to them a lot of the time, so he just acts in the only way he knows; A defensive manner. It's his instinctual way of acting to keep people out so that he doesn't get hurt again. However by doing this, he's also keeping out those who can help, which is one of his major flaws. He doesn't accept help from others, which has to do with a proud ego as much as his wariness to others. Even if he's in a fatal situation, he refuses to let others aide him. This also tends to show his ever-present stubborn attitude.
His outlook on life is quite bleak to say the least. He sees the pain behind everything, or the impossible efforts it would take to achieve something great. Yet through all of this, he is driven to find some happiness in life, no matter how impossible or how much pain it will take to achieve it.
If anyone ever looks past his complexes, they will find the most caring and loyal person possible. He really is capable of love and empathy, it's just deeply buried. Also, if someone is willing to accept all of his flaws and get to know him, he'd be willing to die to help them out. He wants to have someone close to him, to encourage and support them. However, he knows relationships also leave room for more scars. Another reason to stay away.
He tends to think around problems, or 'out of the box', which creates openings to sticky situations. This also backfires sometimes, for he can't see through the simplest of problems. Though Asher is very intelligent, he is extremely impulsive, which gets him into a lot of rough situations. However, he always seems to make it work and pull through, contrary to what one may predict. Though it's not the best pairing of traits, he's also bold, which may help his ability to make stupid decisions work. He'll take on anyone, even if they absolutely tower in strength over him.
Asher has two peculiar habits. He mumbles in his sleep, usually about nonsense. This particular habit is merely an unconscious behavior. Another one of these odd traits is that he must remain in motion at all times. This may be due to a little bit of ADHD, but as it aides him in his physical combat skills, Freak has never done anything to change it. Whether it's cracking his knuckles, pacing, or even tappping his foot, as long as he's doing something.
The one thing that Asher wants is to escape. He doesn't particularly care for the role Freak wishes him to play; 'Saving the world' as the monster always says. Though he hates Freak with a passion, Asher only has a mild desire to kill him. Just sick of all the pain in the world, he wants nothing more than to experience true happiness. Much to his dismay, this dream is now impossible because of what he is. He may appear human, but he's still one of those messed up creatures. And now that he is a 'creature', he will always belong to Freak as long as he is alive. However, he's still bent on finding a way through the sadness.

History:
Hard
"Stay out of my business!"
Asher was born September 12, in an extreme warzone. His parents had both gone mad with the war already, and abused him physically and mentally. Yet he endured. He learned hate and pain at a young age, and lost his ability to connect with people. He became desensitized almost completely. Actually at age 6, when his parents beat him he hardly reacted anymore. His childhood continued, and he survived. The long war finally ended when Asher was 10. However, the beatings and fights grew worse. Only a year later, Freak came for him. While his parents were sleeping, Freak stole him away. Freak cared for him, and Asher grew to accept and respect Freak in return. However, on his 11th birthday, the testing began.
After the compassion Freak had shown him, Asher was taken completely off guard when he started exceedingly painful tests on him. He grew to resent Freak and his idealism, and became a bitter and hateful person. He would no longer trust anyone, for in his experiences, bonds only caused more pain. The tests would not work, until finally, one of the particularly difficult procedures was successful. Asher had gained his unique ability to manipulate the senses of those around him.
At once, Asher was overwhelmed. His ability was extremely difficult to control, and he'd constantly blur the concepts of reality for those around him. He was locked away immediately rather than causing disruptions with the other creatures. This is where the harsh training began. He was worked until he couldn't move or think, and then some. After two long years, Asher had a grasp of his ability. However in this time, he learned to hate Freak as well. Freak would calmly drill him until he couldn't move, and then force him to do more. It infuriated Asher, and quite a few times his temper got way out of hand. Yet Freak stayed that deadly calm. Ever since he was moved back into the main holding building, he has been working on manipulating different senses, his physical combat skills, and a pairing of the two.

Likes:
"Not much."
• Beating others in training exercises
• Sleeping
• Puzzles, riddles, and mind games

Dislikes:
"Too much."
• Being social
• Boredom
• Fake people

Strengths:
• Hand to hand combat
• Making enemies
• Tactics

Weaknesses:
• Long range combat
• Stubbornness and pride
• Relations with others

{Other}

Anything I've Forgotten:

{I'm not quite sure if you consider hell a swear word. I, for one, do not. If you want me to * out the 'e' or anything else I will, just let me know. ^.^}

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"Freak had captured them. Locked them up in cages. Put them through powerful tests and exercises each day. He had given them no knowledge of where they were or why they were here."

||Creature||

[~Everlasting~]

{Kianake Sitikara: That's alright. There's no rush. Take your time.}

||Freak||

Although some of the creatures spoke in retaliation to his speech, Freak continued on his walk around the cages. He was truely unphased by this, both inside and out. All it did was light up his lips with a light smile. They were witty; he would give them that. They always seemed to have some sort of snide remark to what he said. He enjoyed listening to them. It was one of the only entertaining things he had around here.
Freak jumped slightly as Stanley closed the door to the Keeping Room. He rolled his eyes, muttering curse words under his breath. Stanley always closed the door too loudly. Freak turned towards him and began walking in his direction. Sure, he was a bit clumsy. But he was one of his best workers. Stanley worked with a kind of persistance that was hard to find in this world. Plus, he actually liked Freak and looked up to him. Freak had never felt the feeling of being looked up to before. After all, he rarely even got the feeling of being liked. No matter how clumsy the young boy was, Freak still enjoyed being around him.
Freak whistled softly as he walked, listening to the light chattering of the creatures. But his feet stopped at a sudden hault when he arrived at Daniel's cage. The 16-year-old boy was standing straight up in his cage, his mouth pouring out challenging words. There was a defiant gleam in his eye.
Freak stopped and turned oh his heel toward the boy, meeting his strong stare. "You're witty, child," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I'll give you that. But there's a reason why you're locked up in here, and not walking around out there. For one thing, you'd all retaliate on me if you weren't in these cages. And for another thing, I've told you many times: you're going to save the world."

[Aniki]

Aasiyah Sari Valeska || Worker

Standing back in a corner, Aasiyah watched the interaction between Freak and Daniel. Knowing full well what can happen when Freak loses his temper, she watched his aura around him to keep track of his mood. Slowly and silently she made her way over to Danika’s cage. Reaching between the bars, Aasiyah placed her hand gently on the girl’s head. Opening her mind, Aasiyah sent a wave of calmness to the girl, ending her screams and growls. Tears formed in Aasiyah’s eyes as she – in return – got a wave of sadness and self-loathing from Danika.

Taking a step back, Aasiyah did her best to hide her tears from Freak. She knew he would mock her for being weak and letting someone else’s emotions get to her. She fled from the room, her feet padding softly against the tile floors. She fled to the only room in the manor that she felt same in. Oddly it wasn’t her room, but the library of the manor. It was decorated, almost frozen, in a gothic Victorian style. Books upon books were scattered all over the floor as well as up on the shelves.
Freak gave Aasiyah the library when she first moved into his manor. She was, as he put it, “his first and his best creation”.

[Dafna]

Nothing seemed to phrase him that much, especially Freak’s reaction to what the boy had said. In all truth of opinion he thought that it was slightly odd since for one he wouldn’t save the world, because of Freak he’d probably destroy it. Glancing down at his feet before looking back up at Freak he raised his eyebrows before smirking a little. “Thank you, I think I got it from you though” Daniel replied almost instantly , a cheeky grin on his face as he said it.

Rolling his eyes as he listened to Freak continue talking he couldn’t help but laugh a little, his hand clenching into a fist as he tried to control his temper. Temper was the key as well as emotions, he was working on trying to keep them under control it was just that it was a work in progress and nothing else. “We’d still retaliate if we were in cages. Oh yes, save the world? What a wonderful imagination, look the first thing I plan on doing when I get free would be to turn on you and make sure you stay in a cage for the rest of your life. Because of you I probably wouldn’t save the world even if no one can do that, but because of you I’d probably destroy the world” Daniel muttered his stare not wavering as he talked. Of course to others they would probably say that Daniel had a little problem with his attitude towards things. But then again that was their perspectives on him.

Trying to keep his breath under control Daniel could feel the temperature in his hands start to rise and that only really meant one thing to him. Fire. Glancing down he saw his fist begin to create flames, small ones at first. “You know if you asked as nicely we’d probably go willingly, but you didn’t, you stole us from our families and our life. For all we know their dead. I don’t know about you but how would you like it”. Glancing up at Freak he couldn’t help but smirk a little. One day he would get him when the cage couldn’t hold him back he would get Freak.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Danika~

Danika watched everyone interacting with Freak in their own way and smirked over at Daniel a bit. If she got the chance, she would talk to him later. After Freak's speach, she chuckled inwardly to herself. Oh, yes, because of a bunch of rowdy, cooped up teenage freaks are going to save the world. Save the world from what? We are probably going to send the world into chaos when we get out. I know when I get a chance, I am going to flee from this place faster than you can blink, Freak. I'll expose what you're doing and tell the world. Then I'll watch you suffer as YOU are stuck in a cage with no escape in sight. And I'll laugh and say 'Oh this will help save the world, Freak'.

She felt a hand on her head and was going to slap it away but then she felt that it was Aasiyah. She grudgingly let her do what she did, feeling her anger leave her own mind and enter the poor girl. She was calmed now and Aasiyah was running away in tears. She knew the pain, but only through her absorption. She didn't understand the true feeling of the past that haunted her. With a bitter chuckle, Danika wrapped her wings around herself and leaned back, sighing.