Experimental Fusion (Invite-Only)

[Moonlit Dream]

Lights bleep and flash, and a blur of noises fill the air almost deafeningly. A successful experiment, or so it seems, brings the scientists running. Shocked murmurs fill the air as they look upon the test subject. A little boy, with fuzzy wings and feathered tufts over his small body.
"Amazing!"
"Intriquing!"
"How can this be!?"
The scientists jot words on notepads and some are panting, scrabbling for better ways to get this startling information recorded. The boy, curled up in a glass orb like a bird within an egg, was the first successful test subject. Many had been tried, but all others had failed and the test subjects had died.
The aim of the experiments? To create a weapon like no other. To fuse the human body with that of an animals' to create a mutant individual with abilities that no human would be able to muster.
Even more so, their aim was to keep this weapon a secret from the opposing side of the war. In the times of 2030, it is every country for itself. One against all others. No alliances can be formed without bloodshed, so it is best not to risk it. Each country is developing their own tactics, and this is the weapon of England.
The experiments are given special training and missions to keep them in shape and in human intelligence rather than letting their animal instincts completely take over. To some, though, it will be a daunting task. Not every experiment will live, and so far, experiments and research have proven that fusing a human with an animal only works on developing bodies.
Say, a youngster under the age of ten. That way, the fusing will be successful and the individual mutant that was created can be trained ready for spying in the war. With the threat of the modern world looming in, and with the humans' dependance on them growing every day, the mutants' road will be long and marked by scars of betrayal and sadness. Now though with childish innocence, the weapons are trained for the coming war. Trained to fight, and trained to complete specialized missions such as spying or technology.
Fires loom in, and the threat of war machines rears in the distance. The journey of the mutants will be wrought with dangers aplenty. But are they really ready for what they were created for?

"Welcome to Experimental Fusion. You are new to the lab, aren't you. A new test subject? Huh. We thought that we'd get no more volunteers after the last few times.... *Cough*
Neverthematter! As a scientist here at the laboratory, I respect your decision, and I must remark that it takes bravery. Of course, let me give you the grand tour first. Not that you'll remember it afterwards, but ahem! Manners first!
Oh, and, whilst I'm giving you the tour, please note that there's a few rules that I'd like you to follow whilst we're here. See?"

LABORATORY RULES
The usual Chickensmoothie RP rules apply.
Love between mutants is generally frowned upon by scientists, as it is seen as weakness. However, that's not to say that it's completely prohibited...
Since the characters of this RP are children at first, we can expect them to grow and change over time. I personally think that playing a character's childhood allows us to see better into who are characters are, stuff like that. When first joining, I'll expect characters to be no older than twelve, but no younger than five; but later on in the RP, it can be pretty much expected for characters to age.
Feel free to PM me with questions if curious. I don't bite! (Only on weekdays~! ;3)
Currently, I'm only allowing fusions with a single animal, although if this RP becomes active enough, I may come up with a system for advantages and such later on.
I want to see at least three lines and moderately okay grammar and spelling within each RP post. I'm not asking you to write a novel. :3
There's no limit to characters currently, but I may add one if there's an excess of characters and not much actual RP going on.
And most importantly, have fun!

"Is that clear? Yeah... Not quite sure what the boss means by half of these rules, but if it makes her happy then... Well, I guess that's for the best."

[Moonlit Dream]

"Ah, yes. The dormitory rooms. Always plenty for our little experiments to do here, am I right? Oh, go away, Moony, I wasn't talking to you.
Anyways, depending on what each animal likes and trains with, the objects in this room will be automatically changed each day with our computers. that little structure in the middle? They all seem to like climbing on that... Yeah. Oh, Moony! Don't eat that, it's poisonous to owls! No!
*sigh*
Ahem. Yes. The little doors on either side? Those lead to the rooms where each individual sleeps and is monitored by the scientists. Like out here, food items for the experiments are generated inside by computers automatically and the computers and cameras detect the slightest change in demeanor, temperature or air of the room so as to indicate whether something is wrong or not. Each room is also adapted with each new arrival to ensure that the test subjects are comfortable. Not that any of the scientists here are intrusive..."

"Yes, this is the testing room. Rather nice, even if I do say so myself. In here, test missions are generated for the experiments to follow through. Each seems real enough and has different effects to make it seem more so. It can also be changed to give a relaxing atmosphere. If a mutant asks nicely or bugs a scientist enough, they'll often come in here just to relax in a nice location or explore.
The mutants often work in teams to complete these, and depending on the mission assigned, they are given different equipment to work with to give them experience with technology as well as their animal instincts and parts that were fused into them. It sure is quite adorable when they take it seriously..."

"In here is the meeting room. This is where all new mutants first arrive, and where the others tend to come for general socialization. Since scientists are always found in this room, they get required supervision, and this is where they gain access to latest news. The exit is over there, but they don't actually know it yet."

"Anyways, that's about it for where the experiments can go. I expect that they'll soon be all over the lab and outside, too, once they've completed their training, but I expect that what we've got in here will keep them entertained for now.
So, do you want to meet our current residents?"

[Moonlit Dream]

"Aha! Here's the files. This displays all the fused individuals we currently have living here in the lab. Do be careful with that, will you?"

Username: Moonlit Dream
Name: Tsukiyoku (mostly called 'Moony' by people who think that that's a mouthful. Or just "Fuzzy" referring to his downy feathers.)
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Fused with: Eagle owl. This manifests in small, ear-like tufts on the top of his head and striking golden eyes. He also has downy wings clinging to his shoulders which are, as of yet, too small to be able to fly; not that he has the correct feathers to do so anyway, as they are covered in a soft down and lack flight feathers. He also has a fuzzy tail that will eventually grow into additional feathers for balance. His eyebrows are feathered, and his finger and toes are tipped with sharp claws. Tufts of brown feathers adorn his wrists and ankles, and he has faint markings like those of an owl over his body. His voice isn't dissimilar to an owl's hoot when he speaks, but he often uses the voice of an owl anyway to display his feelings.
Appearance: Moony is a rather tall boy for his age, and his skin is lightly tanned. He has a lithe build, slightly muscular legs which will someday be used to launch himself into flight. He wears a tight-fitting jumpsuit that is rapidly becoming too small for him, but has extra sleeves that help to support his wings, and extend to the elbows of the feathered appendages. He ha softs chestnut-brown hair swept to one side at the fringe, and his small feathered tufts peeking out from that unless he feels no need to display them. His striking golden eyes are those of an owl, and as a result, he cannot turn them in his sockets. It is often unnerving to see that he is watching you by twisting his head the full way around, but is often quiet, seeming lost in thought a lot of the time. When he speaks, it is in the softly hooting voice of an owl. He often whistles on the S's of his words, a fact that he cannot help. When angered or annoyed, he becomes rather tense and his hair seems to become rather messy and his voice screeches. As such, he has a rather unnerving tantrum...
Personality: Moony is hardly moved by anything, and when he is, it's difficult to tell. Granted the silent wisdom of an owl by his fusion and past experiences, Moony loves to help when he can but often finds it impossible because of the fact that his memory was erased by the fusion. Even so, Moony keeps up a calm attitude, but when he's angry, you'll know about it. Unfortunately, having rather unpredictable moodswings is a downside of his calm attitude. Though it doesn't happen often, sometimes the mutant will go into a fit of rage for seemingly no reason at all. You can usually tell when this is about to happen though, as he seems a little more agitated or bored than usual, and more distant to other people than usually. If you have befriended him, he will usually never snap and be very friendly, welcoming even to complete strangers, but if he is about to throw a mood swing he might snap or growl, being generally more unwelcoming than usual. He may also hiss quite frequently on days like this, and stay in his room all day if possible so as not to hurt anyone and so that he can wallow in self-pity in peace.
History: Moony was born to a poor and abusive family who seemed to blame all of their misfortunes on their young son, perhaps because their house burned to the ground thanks to the war the day he was born. He was seen as a general freak and outcst to the family, looked upon as a vermin akin to a mouse or rat might be looked upon to other families. When the authorities caught note of such aggression, it was looked into, but his family abandoned him before any major details could be found. Wandering the streets for a few months, it seemed like an age to him before the boy was transferred to an orphanage where he was picked up by the scientists who pitied him; so in a way, it was a good thing that the scientists erased memory of his past before training.
Puppy-crush: None.
Other: Tsukiyoku was given the codename as it means 'moonwing' in another language, although it was mostly just an inside joke by the scientists. He hates the nickname 'Fuzzy' and can become rather irritable if it is used. He was the first successful experiment.

Username: Moonlit Dream
Name: Karasu-Inu (Also called by others 'Goldie', 'Dog', 'Pup' and 'Runt', much to Inu's dismay. It is also a common thing to call him by just the first or second part of his name)
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Fused with: Golden retriever- This is seen in the floppy ears that protrude from his hair, and damp nose. Small claws protrude from his fingers which have grown more paw like, and he has large, doglike eyes that make it quite easy for him to manipulate people through the terrifying power of 'puppy eyes'. His mouth is mostly normal, save for canine fangs that are slightly sharper than those of an average human's. He has an enhanced sense of smell, but not nearly as much as a full dog, and his sense of hearing has improved a bit. A constantly wagging tail emerges from a cut in his jeans, and this is never still, always raised or twitching, or showing whatever emotions Karasu might be feeling at the time. With the fusion, his legs are a lot shorter than what would be normal for a human, but this means that Karasu is able to drop onto all fours and sprint that way for a while if there is need for it. Despite this, even on two legs, Karasu is slightly faster than an average human, having speed somewhat akin to a sprinter of about his age. Because of this speed and extra agility, though, Karasu is not strong at all, and if he was caught and pinned down by someone larger than him or just stronger, it would be nigh on impossible for the dog experiment to escape.
Appearance: Karasu is a rather short boy, with strikingly gold hair that came with his fusion. It is neatly cut to around shoulder length. He is lean rather than muscular, and has very pale skin. His nose is always slightly damp no matter the conditions, and he always wears a cheerful face, a lot like a young puppy. That includes having his tongue hanging out, a lot of the time. He usually wears a white shirt, and this is mostly covered by a hoody. Along with this he wears tight jeans with a cut in the back for his tail, and a leather belt to keep them up. He wears trainers to help him grip when running even if he'd prefer bare feet. His ears aren't usually still, and are always perking, drooping, or twitching in various directions like Karasu himself, who cannot sit still for the life of him. For unknown reasons, he wears a blank dog collar around his neck, the tag a gold disc, and the collar itself red and leathery, tightened so that it fits snugly without moving on Karasu's neck when he does. Beneath that, is a scar, a failed attempt for a murderer to cut his throat, but he survived, if barely. His voice is rather gentle and grooming to anyone who listens, but if Karasu is in any kind of mood, then it'll change according to his mood, becoming whiny if he is sad or loud and booming like the bark of a dog if he is angry or frightened, or growling if he is generally feeling dangerous.
Personality: Karasu is, like the creature he was fused with, very loyal. He'll stick with a person to the very end if they gain his trust, and follow them around like a... Well, dog. This can be very annoying at times, but Karasu can be useful in his own little ways. If you ask him to do something, he'll do it without question, no matter what it is. Even if it ends up getting himself killed, Karasu will also defend his friends through thick and thin. While he can be very courageous, that's not to say he's entirely perfect. If there is an argument between two friends, Karasu will flee with tail between his legs and refuse to eat or show himself until they've made up. He can't stand the scent of iron, and bloodspill makes his mind reel and senses recoil. Being uncontrollably squeamish, Karasu cannot fight physically, or the sight of blood will likely make him faint, even if that blood is of an enemy's; but he will always fight as hard as he can if a friend is in danger. When it comes to enemies, however, it's a different story. Karasu will be very cold to them, and even growl if they come too close. If he really dislikes someone, he'll attack on sight, but luckily it's hard to make it into the boy's bad books. He is also very excitable, and about the slightest of things.
History: Karasu was born to a kindly family and raised until he was seven with them. He loved his family and thought the world of them, believing firmly that nothing would ever happen to them as long as he was there. However, when he was almost eight, disaster struck. Someone who had once loved Karasu's mother crept into his house, and killed both his mother and father. Alex watched from the sidelines, to scared to do anything but watch, and then call the police on his phone. The murderer had caught him by the time that the police had come, and was halfway through scoring the killing blow when the police charged in. He lived, but horrible guilt and agony for his parents made him despair and almost go insane; on more than one occasion he was barely stopped from finishing what the murderer started. Somewhere along the way, he acquired a dog's collar, and he used this to prevent questions about the scar. He was more than happy to come up with excuses for a collar. When he stumbled upon the scientists' experiment, Karasu practically jumped on the opportunity. He didn't want to see anyone any more. He chose a golden retriever to be fused with as that was the type of dog that his family had always wanted, but never been able to afford.
Puppy-crush: He's too naive for things like that.
Other: Karasu is prone to having one or both of his ears turn inside out. It is a most amusing sight, and one that Karasu barely notices. He's just happy to bring a smile to people's faces. He also loves music, and is prone to falling asleep if someone plays him gentle music, and going hyper if someone plays him upbeat music. He loves also, to dance and sing along as strange as he might sound whilst doing it. In reality, any music can have an influence on his mood. His favourite song is "Stray" from the Wolf's Rain anime even if he doesn't remember where it came from. Just that it's on his iPod and that he likes it. He uses a lot of dog noises to get his point across even if he doesn't even realize it. He might stop a sentence randomly and interrupt it with a loud "Woof!" or whine as he is speaking, even growl. He also has some rather amusing yet unusual habits. He behaves in a very doglike way. For one thing, he scratches like a dog does, using his hind legs, and loves to be petted, even having that special twitchy spot that all dogs do. It can be amusing to listen to him attempt to speak when you scratch that bit. Despite liking to look his best, he hates baths and it can be as challenging as bathing a real one for the scientists, and even funnier to watch as the experiments have so often found. It can become a popular show, and it is a common thing for a new scientist to be tricked into giving Karasu a bath...


"Hardy bunch, aren't they? Now it's your turn. Do you mind filling in these consent forms to give us a general idea of who you are and why you came to us?
Make sure you remove any extra information, because anything I say will appear there too!"

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[b][u]Username: [/u][/b]"Sort of like parental consent, I guess? I dunno... This new boss has been driving us all up the walls since the beginning..."
[b][u]Name:[/u][/b] "Your name?
[b][u]Gender: [/u][/b]"Well, you see..."
[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] "How old are you? No older than 12, remember!"
[b][u]Fused with:[/u][/b] "What's your preferred animal species?"
[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b] "For identification purposes only."
[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] "For a better idea of how you see yourself."
[b][u]History:[/u][/b] "So that we don't forget it."
[b][u]Puppy-crush:[/u][/b] "Have you... You know... Got your eye on anyone? *wink*"
[b][u]Other:[/u][/b] "Have I missed anything?"

"Alright, if you'd just step into the machine over here... Now, this'll only take a second...
Quicker than you can say... Cheese!"

[Moonlit Dream]

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[Small-but_deadly]

Username: Small-but deadly
Name:Teala
Gender: Female
Age:10
Fused with:An amur leopard. Her arms, face and legs are covered with rosettes like a leopard and they will become more pronounced later on. As she grow older her ears are going to grow more pointed and be covered with a light golden fur, their mobility will increase. Her nails are very hard at the moment and are beginning to point, they will become curved and pointed as she changes more. Her eyes are shaped like a cats and her pupil is like a cat also. She has fangs and short whiskers sprouting on her face. Her hair is like an amur leopards because it has an under layer of white. She has a long tail as well and her toes are more spread out. When it comes to unseen changes she can see in the dark, her eyesight is better generally, her hearing is getting better and her sense of smell is increased as well. She is more agile than someone would normally be her age and in her voice has a purr underneath it, when she is angry she will snarl. In her behaviour she will turn her head suddenly if she hears a sound, has a great like for curling up in the sun and being up high
Appearance:Teala is medium height for her age with tanned skin covered with leopard patterning. Her hair is too her shoulders and always messy, never neat. Her eyes are a dark brown flecked with gold, surrounded by medium length lashes. Her hands are small with medium length skinny finegrs ended in broken and stubbed nails, almost always dirty. Most of the times when seen. she will have bruises or scabs on her. Her feet have more wide-spread toes than normal as she refuses to wear shoes. She wears brown brown converse trousers and a vest top most of the time, with no shoes ever.
Personality:Teala is curious, stubborn and independent. She prefers to be by herself or with around one friend and will never except help from anyone as she thinks they won't "do things how I like them and will mess everything up". One thing Teala doesn't do is complain, if she hurts herself she will just bear it unless someone insists on sorting it out and if she is ill she will just carry on going till she collapses. If Teala finds out there is a secret around she will be really curious to learn what it is and will often get herself in trouble finding out. If Teala is seen randomly staring into space it is most likely that she is making up worlds and scenarios in her head and will most likely not answer to anything asked of her.
History:She grew up in a large family with four older brothers. Due to this, she grew up very independent and tough but she wasn't very happy. She felt her life was boring compared to stories in books and began to spend a lot of her time making up worlds and fantasies where she was a mythical creature or had super powers. Concequently, when she heard of this she signed herself up straight away. Her family agreed as they were having trouble feeding all the family and she seemed eager to sign up.
Puppy-crush:No (Her reaction "Yuck")
Other:Her name is based on the name of a character in the book she was carrying when she submitted herself


Username: Small-but deadly
Name:Lark
Gender: male
Age:7
Fused with:Pine marten. He has light brown fur beginning to cover most of his body except his face. As it progresses it will turn a dark reddy-brown but will go cream at his neck forming a sort of bib. His canines teeth are now much sharper but only a tiny bit longer. On his hands he has very small claws and he has a 4 foot long bushy tail of the same reddy-brown as his body. Like a pinemarten, as well as speaking he makes animal sounds including shrill 'yowls', growling, high pitched chattering and snarling noises.
Appearance:Lark, for his age, is surprisingly thin and lithe with no baby fat because of the animal he is fused with. His limbs are thing with only a bit of muscle and he is very flexible. His face looks very innocent with large hazel eyes surrounded by lashes that are too long for a boy. Underneath his fur, his skin is very slightly tanned with no freckles or spots. His hair is dark brown and long, fur like as it seems to have a lot of layers.
Personality:Lark is a quiet and surprisingly mature seven year old. His is shy so when most people speak to him he will just reply with short answers and it will take a while for him to gain confidence to reply properly, but once this happens he will begin to trust someone too quickly. Lark questions a lot of things he sees around him and will ask annoying questions like 'Why is the light?' to people, not stopping to ask them till they give him and answer or get angry at him. Because of his shyness, if someone starts to bully Lark he won't stand up for himself and will just let them bully him. A strange passion though it may be for a 7 year old boy, Lark loves music and especially singing, his voice is surprising, pure and beautiful though no-one normally knows as he doesn't sing when people are around.
History:He was an orphan in an orphanage where he was bullied. He found that when he stood up for himself the bullies didn't stop, they just carried on bullying so he just learnt to give in to it. His life got worse when a new boy arrived at the orphanage and began to bully Lark even more, in the end he went too far and pushed Lark off a wall where he had been sitting. His fell off and knocked himself out. This was where the scientists found him. Seeing an oppurtunity, they said they would give him a new life and he agreed.
Puppy-crush:Not at the moment
Other:His is named for his beautiful voice

[miraphoenix]

Username: Weredrakka
Name: Itami
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Fused with: Gyrfalcon. This manifests itself in a rather intense fashion, starting with what will eventually be a pair of wings large enough to carry Itami in powered flight. As of right now, though, the appendages are small, and generally useless without the proper flight feathers. Her eyes are almost pure black, with only a tiny bit of white visible around the edges, causing her to look almost possessed. On her arms, there are what will eventually be seemingly decorative white feathers; they will actually break up her outline as an aerial predator, confusing whatever unlucky soul is her victim. There are the beginnings of sharp talons on her hands and her feet, and her feet have changed forms to partially accommodate the feet of a gyrfalcon, and has three toes pointing forward, instead of the five toes of a human. She maintains the five fingers of a human. She also possesses the beginnings of a tail that will be used for steering when she finally learns to fly, and has a 'mane' of feathers extending from her hair all the way down her spine to her tail. Itami is more acrobatic than many children her age should be, and has strangely high endurance levels. Internally, her lungs and heart are far stronger than they should be, and her lungs are much larger than most. Also, her bones are partially hollow in places, making her susceptible to having her bones broken. Once she is old enough to fly, her wings will make it awkward for her to spend much time walking, and she will prefer perching, or nesting.
Appearance: Itami is strangely built for any humanoid, especially for someone of her age. She lacks any form of baby fat, her face proud and aquiline, her fingers like grasping talons, complete with the terrifying claws. Her legs are lithe and wiry, little bundles of untested muscles, as are her shoulders; both sets of them. Her arms are the same build as her legs, but her wings are far more muscled, or they will be, at least. Her hair is short, and is strangely white with black flecking, much like the future feathers on her wings, tail, arms and back. There are also soft and downy feathers interspersed within her hair that will eventually be replaced with other more substantial feathers. Beneath the feathers on her back, and on either side of them, many scars can be seen, crisscrossing her back in hundreds of little lines, permanent reminders of an abusive life she can't remember. Her voice is a little more raspy than the average child's voice when calm, but if Itami is annoyed, her voice turns into a terrifying screech more akin to the sound of a gyrfalcon than a human child. Itami is usually clothed in fairly skintight clothing in various shades of white or grey, and these are always cut short in the leg and the arm, and have slits in the back for her developing wings.
Personality: Itami is very accurately described as volatile, and highly dangerous when provoked. She is quick to anger, and she doesn't hide her feelings well. To her, everyone's a threat until proved otherwise, and will not hesitate to attack with her talons if threatened. However, like the falcon she's bonded to, she will usually relax if she has her head covered, and will calm after some minor struggle. When not angered, though, Itami is fairly calm, and is surprisingly quick to learn new skills. To those she respects, she is the model of obedience, but if she suspects that the person in charge of her is a pushover, she will refuse to obey orders, and is likely to attack. She is also loyal and obedient to friends, assuming she doesn't drive away whoever comes near to her. She is also highly possessive of her room, and doesn't seem to understand that it's not necessary to defend her space to the death. The instincts of a falcon largely overwrote the human beneath, making her almost a failure as an experiment, yet she has retained her human intelligence and cunning, especially in combat. It is only because of her strange obedience to a stronger will that kept her from being a failure; that, and her willingness to attack even seemingly impossible things.
However, beneath the violent exterior, Itami is naught but a terrified child, afraid of her own rages. She is afraid of ending up like her mother, and doesn't always mean to hurt the ones around her. Given a non-war surrounding, she could probably be a much more peaceful creature, but her surroundings prevent that piece of her from being exposed.
History: First things first; Itami's mind was wiped for her own peace of mind, and she doesn't know her own history. Part of her behaviour comes from trying to find out where she came from.
Itami was found on the streets of a northern town, crying over the bodies of her parents (mostly her father; her mother she ignored) who had died from an illness (or biological weapon; the exact component is unknown) that had swept the village, killing all but her for unknown reasons.
However, before taking too much pity on Itami, there is more to the story. First, Itami wasn't a legitimate child in any sense of the word; the only reason her parents had been in the same place was because her mother had been demanding child support, and her father was refusing. Her mother, who Itami had been forced to spend her life with up until that point, was violent, and was also a drunkard, prone to drunken rages that often involved beating Itami. It was her mother that gave her the scars that crisscross her back to the present day. When she was found by the scientists when they visited the town to determine the cause of death of the population there, she went with the scientists without a struggle, seeming almost glad when they wiped her memories.
Puppy-crush: None, and it's unlikely that there will ever be one
Other: Itami's name means pain, somewhat of a cruel joke by the scientists, given her history and personality.

[~MonsteR~]

Username: ~NightRain~
Name:Rain
Gender: Female
Age: 5
Fused with:Snow Tiger. She had two large snow tiger ears on top of her head that poke out of her hair, her face is lined with black stripes like a tiger along with her whole body. She has snow white skin and electric blue eyes that seem to be watching anything and everything. Her nails are very strong and sharp like claws and are also black. She has a long snow tiger tail that wiggles and waves like it has a life of its own. She purrs and meows in her speech and can roar now and then and she is faster and much more agile then the other kids but she is not very strong.
Appearance:She is a very small girl for her age with snow white skin and electric blue eyes. She wears a long sleeve crop top with a hood and black shorts with black lace up boots up to her knees. She finds this the best way to show she is not afraid of showing who she is(you can see her markings). She has pure black hair that is short now but will probably grow out to floor length later. When she yawns or stretches she takes on a similar look to a cat and loves high up places. When she is angry she tends to have her ears straight back against her haed and she hisses. She also has a set of fangs on the top and bottom jaw.
Personality:Rain is very peculiar in the sense of she hardly shows emotion. She watches the other subjects like a predator on prey and is often seen watching over the others from high places. She knows your weak spots and your strengths by just observing you and often goes about unnoticed. She hardly speaks and in turn hardly anyone speaks to her. She has no friends like the other kids and has no enemies of note so far. She is very obedient if given direct order but tends to find loopholes in peoples plans.
History: Not much is known about Rain because she signed herself up. It was obvious she wasn't content with life and desperately wanted change and to be...special.
Puppy-crush: no one
Other: (I'm sorry that this is short but I want her to be more of a 'discover as you go' type of person)

[Wormgod]

Username: Wormgod
Name: Henrique Szymanski. Henry for short, Hank if you want to annoy him.
Gender: Male
Age: 9, almost 10.
Fused with: The Brazilian Wandering Spider, also known as the banana spider, and the most venomous spider in the New World.. His locomotion muscles (all muscles besides vital organ-moving muscles) have been replaced with the fluids inside a spider; making him disturbingly skinny, and with the ability to move much faster than a normal child and not suffer physically from spouts of laziness. This also grants him high endurance levels, as it is much harder for him to tire. He can chase a virtual butterfly in the testing room for hours, until he finally tires and sleeps. His eyes are black, and the iris' seem to grow bigger every day to fill the white retina remaining. His arms and legs are growing too, making him look like a, well, spider. Henry also has an extra pair of teeth growing from his gums. Currently they are hidden inside, only appearing as pointy lumps but they will develop into poisonous fangs later. The scientists have been debating on what new DNA they may or may not introduce; wandering spiders do not use silk, and they want him to use silk.
Appearance: Henrique is a completely mish-mash of his Brazilian father and Polish mother. He is dark-skinned, but only a little darker than caramel. His hair, however, is just like his mother's thin, jet black, and reaches his shoulders. As mentioned above, he has long limbs and is very skinny. His thighs are the exact same size as his calves, thanks to having his muscles removed. He is a bit taller than most boys his age, and will only grow taller as he ages. He hates wearing clothes, so he compromises by wearing khaki shorts and no shirt. Just like the spider inside him, when afraid, Henry is a terrifying sight. Banana spiders are known for being extremely defensive; he will lash out like a tornado until the thing that scared or angered him has stopped moving. The scientists have had to tranquilize him during his temper tantrums.
Personality: Henry is usually a very happy-go-lucky guy. He loves to tease other people by calling them names--Like calling Moony "Fuzzy"--and giving them noogies. He never seems to have a limit to his energy, and half the time he stays awake a few hours after he is forced into bed. He likes to see the bright side of things, but once someone doesn't play along to his games, or someone teases him and gives him a noogie, his mood turns sour. Henry doesn't know how to react to teasing, so he reacts the only way he knows how; lashing out and nursing his pride later.
History: Henry was born to a Brazilian man and a Polish woman. In his first two years, he lived with his mother in Poland, until she managed to get two passports to visit his father. From then on, he was shuffled between both countries until his mother managed to move to Brazil, permanently. Both pf his parents were broke, so their living conditions were not always the best. A few summers he even lived in their car until they had money for a motel room. They were loving to Henry, but took out their misfortunes on eachother soon. They divorced, and he lived with his father in Sao Paulo, until they were attacked and lost everything. Henry ran, and the scientists snatched him off the streets a week later, pitying his bad condition.
Puppy-crush: No. He still hasn't noticed girls, but he most likely will very soon...
Other: Henrique is one of the new experiments. The scientists had exhausted their bird-ideas, and decided to make a ground troop.

[Rainy Days]

((I'm only gonna stick with Elloette this time, to make things easier.))

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Name:
Elloette. Almost everyone, especially the kids, call her Owlet, as her name sounds like it.
Gender:
Female
Age:
5
Fused With
Snowy Owl.
The tip of her ears are pointed and feathered with one long feather each, and her eyes are a dark gold that stands out on her skin. She has a pair of wings in between her shoulder blades, both of which are about a foot long each, and are covered with soft, downy feathers. She also has foot long feathers connected to her tailbone. Owlet has sharp claws for finger and toenails. Feathers climb up from her shoulders and all the way up her neck, ending under her ears.
Appearance:
Owlet stands at exactly 3 feet. She's thin and lithe, and her bones are hollow, so she weighs no more then 23 pounds. She looks weak and a little fragile on the outside, but she has no baby-fat; she has muscles. Her hair is short, hanging down just below her feathered ears, and she has bangs she always pushed to the left side. Its pure white, but the tips slowly darken to a deep chocolate brown. Her eyes are a dark golden that stand out on her pale skin. Her eyes are able to move like a humans, but she can twist her neck in almost a 360 degree angle. She has a smooth complexion, but with feathers on her neck, under her chin, along the line of her cheeks, and under her ears. Her ears themselves are pointed and the tips are white feathers.
Her favorite thing to wear is a tight, white shirt that frames her body, and has small slits on the back for her wings. Her pants are also white, and just as tight as her shirt.
Owlets voice is, when she does decide to speak, soft and a little throaty, like an owls hoot. When angry, she makes a weird "kee-wick" sound, like a tawny owl, though she has no relations whatsoever to that species of owl.
Personality:
Elloette is a quiet girl. She doesn't like to talk to anyone she doesn't know, so she doesn't really talk to anyone at all. She isn't shy though. Ellotte, or 'Owlet' by the other kids, is very brave and will stand up for herself or anyone else who needs it, which is a little unnerving for someone of her small size and young age.
Owlet is also very smart, smarter then average for most girls her age. She can absorb things on her first lesson, and remember it for life with only a few times needed to refresh her memory. Along with this, she is able to calculate things quickly, and understand what needs to happen, when, and why.
History:
Owlet was born in a 'middle class' family. Her short life there was not without tiny hardships, but it was generally smooth and easy. That was, until her mother got in a huge, month long fight with her father. Owlet was only four when her father almost killed her mother, and was immediately taken away from both parents, and brought here.
Puppy-crush:
Moony...
Other:
She's great at acting.