remake; You Will Save Us - pm reserves

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They needed you to become something that would save everyone.
Why you?
Why not the soldiers?
They were stronger, better..
But no, they went off and chose orphans or abandoned children that were to be sent off when they reached an old enough age. Kind of like an expiration date.
"No.." you told them while the sedative got you seeing the room and light dance above you, "Please.."
And then darkness.
You wake up,
you have no idea where you are and why you feel so much pain that it makes you cry involuntary.
You take your time calming down and finally manage to stand up.
You can tell that you're in some sort of cell, four menacing silver walls.
And then you notice something; something definitely wrong.
You stare down at your hands; why are your nails so long and completely black like the claws of an animal.
Will you live up to the expectations of the Government to save a world that had given you the cold shoulder? Or will you manage to esape your underground prison?

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schedule;

- Wake up call at apparently seven o'clock in the morning.

- Breakfast in the cafeteria with your fellow prisoners at 7:30.

- Training in animal form for five hours at 8:00.

- Break and free time for thirty minutes.

- Survival training in human form at 8:30 for five hours.

- Lunch at 12:00 for an two hours.

- Break and free time for half an hour at 2:00

- Survival studies for two hours at 2:30

- Break and free time for half an hour at 4:30

- Transformation studies for two hours at 5:00

- Dinner time for an hour at 7:00

- Animal studies for an hour at 8:00

- Preparation for bed at 9:00

- Lights out at 10:00.


day-to-day

- you wear a plain black uniform with your silver collar
built especially for you; the collars track your location,
sedatives, and inhibits you to transform into your animal
forms.

- the cafeteria serves the usual and nutritious meals that
everyone can eat despite what animals they are (carnivorous or not)

- books are given for you to read, but they know knowledge is power
so they highlight the basics but keep out the more profound subjects.

- the professors/trainers/security guards are all intellectual robots that
are controlled more over by the scientists from somewhere.

- the base is hidden far off from any type of
civilization and more or less where the eggs drop. It is surrounded
by mountains and hills with a whole lot of vegetation, weirdly enough,
there are no other animals around.

- the forest is somewhere uncharted but the whole place is miles wide,
with different varieties of trees, animals and weather. There is a large
lake in the middle of the forest, and the place somehow has 'supernatural' capabilities.

plot

you were taken away from either a family that did not want you or an orphanage that was willing to give away the disobedient children. Out of almost everyone's knowledge only a handful of people from the Government knew that the world was ending due to some supernatural threat, to defeat these things that would constantly drop down from the heavens and into land fields, they summoned up and abused the forces of nature against these orphaned children. The scientists gave ten children abilities to become and transform into animals; some were called the Freaks because their animal parts could be shown from their bodies (tails, ears, claws, eyes..etc) others were lucky enough to look normal. But the ten children could transform into an animal that represented themselves. They are kept in a top secret facility after the transformation surgery, they are able to interact with each other but they are constantly sent off to destroy the 'eggs' that fall from the sky before they hatch. They will now be sent to track where the things come from because now, they believe that the source of the eggs comes from a ship over the ozone layer.

We will start in the base; the place is cold and each kid has their own locked bedrooms that you are allowed to decorate with what they give you. It's underground but a very large place with an olympic pool, professional and modernized gym, a small cafeteria, library and lab. The only lifeforms that exist are the prisoners and the rarely seen scientists; you are trained by robots who don't speak and only write out their lessons on holograms, they also serve as security guards. An attempt to escape or misbehave can result into an electrial whipping. Minor surgeries and other medical things performed by the scientists are done somewhere else in the enormous underground prison, you have a certain schedule that can always be broken if you are sneaky enough. Changing into animals is only allowed once you are in the appropriate training room; you are unable to transform because you have a weird stimulation numbing titanium collar around your neck.

Escaping is part of my plan, after a good one hundred pages, they will plan or break out their escape. But they will have to face the aliens sooner or later and they are constantly prosecuted, the ten will live in a well hidden and immense foresst that has a large crater lake.

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rules

- This is a first come first serve, I'm only accepting ten people; five boys and five girls.
- This is semi-lit or higher; at least four lines. If your posts are too short I'll give you a warning, three strikes and you're out.
- Make your own forms. I expect it to be good and creative, I will give you three chances to improve it and tell you what's wrong if I don't like it. I need it to include;
.real pictures of your character and animal,
.personality and history is mandatory no 'will be roleplayed'. I need them to be minimum ten sentences,
.what animal is your character,
- Listen to me. (;
- You can have maximum 2 characters; boy and a girl. If there is no need, (if there are enough spots for ten individual users to occupy) then do not ask.
- Do not go four pages without me.
- Romance is recommended, just don't overdo it; the plot orbits around the fact that these kids can transform into animals and have to end up helping out this global threat. But yes, drama is wanted. c:
- Follow the schedule in the plot.
- Your character should be in between 15 - 18, remember he or she was taken at a young age and got the transformation operation immediately after, the surgery can last three to ten years.
- the time of day will be given by me.

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characters

reserved spots need to have forms up at least the next day

females-
- Roxanne Watters; 19 ; Great White Shark; page 1 (oil)

- Avery Lilly Holland; 17; Leopard; page 1 (- d r e a m e r -)

- Serena Jones ; 17; wolf; page 2 (Komaniac)

- Ashley Sage Reed; 17; tiger; page 2 (Angelic ;;)

- Haley Krage; horse; page 2 (w o r d s)

males-
- Scott Withers; 20; African Wild Dog; page 1; (PurpleDirewolf2015)

- Blake Collins; 18; eagle; page 1 (PurpleDirewolf2015)

- Jasper Brian O'Leary; 21; black panther; page 2 (indefinite)

- Charles Amon Duilio; 17; polar bear; page 4 (w o r d s)

- Jameson Blayze Cephas; leopard seal; (Soul of Space)

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[kingly]

Roxanne was born in Australia to American parents,
they were particular people that had obtained a lot of money
after winning the lottery but it wasn't in the young couple's mind
to have a child. They gave the baby girl a chance, she was a
rambunctious little thing, with a twinkle in her beautiful eyes,
and an impish smile on her sun-dried lips. Roxanne learned how
to surf ever since she was tall enough and balance herself on a
surf board on her own, she surfed until the evening came, her
parents laughing and chasing her in the shallow ends of the beach.
Roxanne grew up to become beautiful in every way, she participated
in competitions served for the best surfers, she came out the youngest
girl ever to win the International Surfing Competition.
Roxanne then started becoming very care-free in school,
she was intelligent, however she just didn't care enough to see that
school was just a bit more important than surfing. She started to fail
her classes, becoming immersed into the art of riding waves, her parents
started becoming more stricter with her; they had fiercer arguments that
started to become very violent and harsh. Roxanne would find
herself sleeping over at her boyfriend, Dominc's, house; the man was two years
older than her, her parents disapproved of him from the start,
however the girl didn't no right from wrong, only that
she adored him foolishly, along with the beach and the waves.
One night, when the weather was the warmest in Australia, she went with
Dominic to surf near the Great Barrier Reef without warning her parents.
All her life Roxanne never worried about the ocean, it was her friend,
she thought it beautiful and a companion much to worthy for her but that
would always accept her presence. However, the two youngsters swam
out much too far, something was haunting the waters. A Great White
started to nuzzle the bottom parts of Roxanne's board as she lay against it
alongside her boyfriend, Roxanne turned to see the giant creature plunge out
from the depths of the sea after a while of complete stillness. Dominic pulled
the girl before the shark could take up Roxanne and the board into his
gaping mouth, the young man paddled for his life with Roxanne glued to his
back in fear. However it was no challenge for the Great White, the
sea creature thought that the board was just an oddly shaped seal.
Dominic came out to not surviving while Roxanne escaped only with severe
scars on her leg, the girl went into grave depression, she could not
face her parents. However she wanted to respect their wishes and she
went off to America in order to study, but the facility got ahold
of her after they saw she had no parents nearby and the two
were both thinking that their child was long gone. Roxanne
was kidnapped and operated upon for the next months, the
best of the best made so she could become the very thing she was
terrified of; a Great White Shark. A meter bigger than the one
she had encountered during that night, Roxanne became something
she detested. However she could control herself even in presence of
blood. She has been at the facility for a year already but she is lucky
to survive the torturous operation.

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name
Roxanne Howards

age
nineteen

gender
female

animal
Great White Shark
Roxanne's shark form is
18 meters long (60 feet),
her coating is a very sleek
black that may be because
of her own black hair.
Her sight diminishes terribly
until she is almost blind since
shark's have terrible vision,
but her sense of smell can be
better than a bloodhound's in
water.

personality
intelligent - keen - rebellious
short-tempered - resilient
tough - quiet - determined
brave

description
Roxanne stands 5"7 feet off
the ground and has the body
figure of a ballerina..so
imagine the pain of turning
into a blubber-full monster
five times her size. Roxanne
has extremely vibrant and bright
silvery green eyes,
they used to twinkle and shine
all the time, but after being
transformed into a some-what
mutant, she always has a sullen
and distant look in her eyes
relatable to a caged tropical
bird. Roxanne's hair is mid-back
length long, wavy, and
purely black with fading sea-
green dyed ends. She weighs
around 134 pounds, however
the operation and DNA replacing
had made her loose alot of weight
so she looks very sickly and thing.
The girl used to have very tanned
skin that would result to many freckles,
but now the only proof she had
been exposed to the sunlight was
her deep topaz freckles that
cover her nose bridge, cheeks and
shoulders. Roxanne used to also
have a silver nose-piercing in her
left nostril, but the scientists
had obviously taken that away from
her too. Roxanne, although she is
Australian, has a normal accent
but with just a tinge of the
British tones. Roxanne also has
many deep scars on her legs. She
is not, what they call a freak;
meaning that she has no animal
body parts showing from her human
form.

likes
surfing - seals - sea-shells
the beach - books - water
sunlight - rain - dogs
starry night skies - kickboxing

dislikes
darkness - noisy people
sharks - the facility
screams - pain
annoyance - scientists

theme song


crush
no at the moment.

all images belong to proper owners.



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Name::
Hello. My name is Avery Lilly Holland. I don't remember the origin of my name, but I believe it was from my mothers side. I was named after her, Avery, and her favorite flower, the lilly. Holland I believe, came from my father, but I could be mistaken. Avery, from the English origin, means 'wise; sage; counselor'. Which is strange, for I find myself oddly wiser than most others; but then again, I could be mistaken. Lilly is a type of flower, so naturally, this is my meaning for it. Holland is from the English descent, and it means 'ridge land'... Odd, but it fits.

I will not make
The same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
'Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break
The way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me,
But everyone around me
Because of you,
I am afraid

Nickname::
I apologize, but I don't believe I have one of those. Unless you count that a few people call me Lilly, instead of Avery. But other than that, I do not have a nickname
Age&Birthday::
I am seventeen years old, born June 11th, 1996. I was born in the small county of Jefferson County, located in Ashland, Oregon. In my preference, I would have rather had a winter or late-fall birthday. I tend to like the cold and snow over the hot humid temperatures I faced in my home town.
Gender&Orientation::
Last time I checked, I was, and still am a female. And as for orientation, I feel strongly for neither gender, though I prefer guys over girls.
In the Mirror::
I am a rather simple girl. I never wear anything too bright or flashy, and my fashion sense is rather poor. My choice of clothes consists of dark colors, ie. black, greys, whites, the occasional brown. I wear only a simple necklace, crafted by my younger sister, which I keep with me at all times. It is very dear to me. My hair is a very, almost unnatural, light blond, that is wavy in texture and falls past my shoulders, and just below my shoulder blades.My hair wasn't always so light blond, it was at one time, a nice, golden rod blonde, that fell in layers and was thick. Now it is pale, and looks unnatural, and different. It is easy to spot me in a crowd. Just look for the off-white hair color. At times, during the summer, it becomes a bit darker, which is grand! I love my dark blond hair, but it won't stay like that forever, and once the sun is gone, and nights are longer, my hair becomes pale once more. My eyes are a light grey, that seem to change color depending on the lighting. They are shaped like an almond, are have light blue speckles in them. I have a pale skin tone, that goes perfectly with my light hair. I am around the 5'7, perhaps 5'6, in the height range. I'm not sure, I haven't had a chance to check. And I weigh about 110lbs. I have two long scars down my back, due to a fall in my childhood.

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life
Come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper-hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Animal::
You are curious as of what I turn into? Why should I tell you that? It's a curse... As well as a blessing. I am unique, but I have no control. I'm special, but a feral animal. Why would you want to know about that? But if you must intrude... I am a leopard. I am a predator, a cat. I stalk my prey and I enjoy it. I can kill you in the blink of an eye. But, those are animal instincts. I get lazy, I lounge around. I'd rather play than attack. I'm a spotted feline that others fear, who wouldn't take the time to see I am nothing more than an oversized cub. I don't want to be feared, I just want someone to understand; for them to see I am more than just a hunter, or predator.
Personality::
What am I like? Well that's a bit of a difficult question to answer. I am a mix of one part crazy, and a whole part of jumbled up mess that could never be explained in any correct amount of words. But if I must, I will please you. I am what you would call shy, a loner, the kid picked last for something because they have almost no friends. It really isn't my own fault. I just don't fit in with anyone. Most people find out along the line that I am weird. Odd. Different. People usually don't like things that are different. They don't like to feel unnecessary doubt, and they hate things they can't understand. They don't understand how I can am able to think faster, and come up with better answers than them. They don't like how I tend to zone out, or how I am unable to socially function within society. Crazy.

I wanna make you feel wanted
I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
'Cause Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted
As good as you make me feel
I wanna make you feel better
Better than your fairy tales
Better than your best dreams
You're more than everything I need
You're all I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
And I just wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
and I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And Never let you forget it
Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted
Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted
'Cause you'll always be wanted

That's what they call me. Unfit for society was another. But I simply haven't found my way. No one has given me the chance to prove I am able to complete their wishes. People don't take the time to know me. I'd tell them what I am like. I'm brave. I'm willing to go that extra step to ensure the safety of others. The people I am close with, they mean more to me, than anything else in the world. I hold them high above my head, and wouldn't let a fly hurt them. It sounds odd, but it's true. And I am smart. A little bit too smart. Wise is what I'd call it. I have a fast thought process, and I am able to think of ways to get out of situations. I have odd ways of putting things, but I give out the best advice I can. I am not a very talkative person. In groups of people, I tend to stay quiet, and choose to ignore others. But perhaps I'll change. I need to learn to open up, and speak to others. It is the only thing that could possibly help me from loosing my mind completely.
History::
Avery was born on a hot, humid Tuesday June 11th, 1996. Her mother never dreamt of having a baby, but after learning of her, grew to love the idea of a child. Everything was planned, meant to go perfectly. Her mother and father would be married shortly after her birth, and they'd live in a nice home in a nearby neighborhood. But perhaps her story was written in stone to not go as planned. Two months before her birth, her father walked out, leaving her just-turned 21 year old mother alone to raise her. With what little money she had, her mother managed to pull together and get them a small apartment to raise the little girl. Once her time came, birth complications had her life hanging in the balance. Her mother said if only one of them could survive, it would be

Light on my heart,
Light on my feet
Light in your eyes
I can’t even speak
Do you even know
How you make me weak
I’m a lightweight
Better be careful
What you say
With every word
I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall
Easy to break
With every move
My whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart

the baby. Fourteen hours after arriving in the hospital, a small, helpless infant with the name Avery was born. Her mother held her for one moment, before the heart monitor flat-lined. Orphaned at four minutes old, Avery was placed in the adoptive care shortly after her birth. She was adopted out by a nice little newly wed couple, who wanted a newborn, since they couldn't have one of their own. Five years she stayed with this family, before her parents one day, decided to give her away. No explanation, no card, no goodbye. Five years old and her whole world came to a complete halt as she was left on the doorstep of a orphanage. One year goes by; no one wants a 6 year old. Another birthday passed, then another. Three years. Three years it takes before someone decides to adopt her. What a happy little family. A new mommy, a new daddy, a baby sister. Carla. Carla was her baby sister. 3 years younger, and adopted just like her. Carla was her best friend, her one true friend she could keep her secrets with. How she remembers things others don't seem to. A flash of memories that appear only in her deepest of sleep. But secrets are always told, but no one seems to notice the young girls odd ways. Not adults anyways. Kids are cruel. They are always cruel. And they pick on the weak; they take out repressed anger on those who are different. Avery was different, so she was their target. Freak. That's what they called her. Loner. Looser. But it didn't phase her. Not on the surface anyways. Then a fire. An innocent little flame started accidentally by a knocked over candle. Screams. She'll always remember screams. The hot fire against her back; running away and hiding, then returning home to nothing. She found nothing in the rubble, but a single silver locket, that once

belonged to Carla. Back to the orphanage. But there wouldn't be another time. No one wanted a girl who seemed to keep showing up in the system. Years go by. Now she's 12. At the zoo, she falls into the leopard pit, where the animals attack her. But she's pulled out, taken to a hospital, then straight back to the orphanage. Strange men came to get her, and took her away. Not to another, warm, loving home. No, she was taken to a strange facility. No one would remember a forgotten girl, who shouldn't have survived a fire that wiped out her family. But she did, and she disappeared, without a second blink from anyone. Five years. Five years they spent testing on her, trying to make her perfect. And then they did. A leopard. They managed to make her both a human, and a leopard. At times she remembers those cruel words the kids used to say. And now she really is one. A freak.

Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath,
It's far from over
Leave the lost
And dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path
That leads to nowhere
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away

Likes::
I like many things, but I'll keep it easy for now. I enjoy nature, peaceful things, flowers, reading, singing, the soft sound of rain on a window pane, reading poetry, the forest, woodsy places, wrestling, play fighting, leopards, large cats, and the dark.
Dislikes::
I dislike large bodies of water, though I do swim, but now often. I dislike loud noises, noisy/annoying people, needles, fire, the facility, the sound of screaming, large crowds, being lost, feeling completely alone.
Theme Song::
I Will Not Bow- Breaking Benjamin
Crush/Love Life::
I would have to say I do not currently 'crush' on anyone, and I am not in a relationship
Anything Else::
I hope this didn't bore you, but you are the one who came asking

{{ Photos @ Rightful Owners
Song Lyrics @ Rightful Owners
Form @ -dreamer-

[stricklyspagetti]

Its Black. Jay, Black. But, my whole name is Hector Jay Echo Black.

Long name, right? Well, my parents hated me, so they handed me over to my 6 older brothers to name me. So, they wanted to tease me, naming me Hector. They then gave me the name Jay, that I would go by, which it means bird. They knew I would go by Jay. Echo, well, that comes in later. Then, theres old Black, which my brothers gave me from the love of Harry Potter. Im pretty skinny, but not that skinny. My hair is obviously red, and Im pretty pale. I have alot of freckles, but not to much. My hair comes down about down to my mid-back. Well, lets get out of my looks, and move onto my animal. My animal is a tiger. When Im in my animal form, I have a golden orange color on my back, and white on my underbelly. I also have black stripes, and big, round, yellow eyes. My paws are black, and I have long black claws, and white, long, sharp teeth. But.. after the surgery.. I turned into a freak. I now have a striped tail, and ears. I have yellow eyes, and long sharp teeth. I also have a golden tint to my skin. My hair got shaggyer, so I tend to keep it up. Im a really fun, entergetic person. I listen closely, and I pay attention. Im especially a joker, turning anything into a joke. I dont take being made fun of easily. It really makes me sad. As I said, I have 6 older brothers. My parents didnt like me by the time I was four. They where driving me and my brothers by Echo Lake (there goes my name!) and they crashed into the lake. My brothers made it out safely, and my parents did to. My seatbelt was stuck, so my brothers came down with a knife. They cut me free, but when I was getting out of the window, the glass cut me from my neck, to my thigh, leaving a scar. Now Im terrified of water. My brothers took me away from my parents. We had no money, only to survive on the things we found. We lived in a large, half torn down, barn deep in the woods. One day my brothers hugged me, and handed me a rusty locket. It was my brother, Jon's. He was going to give it to his girlfriend 10 years back, but never did. I slowly opened it, just to reveal a picture of me and a picture of me, hanging upside down from a rope squirting Jon with a water gun, and all the others in some sort of trap. Then there was another picture in the other side of the locket. It was me hugging Vincent (other brother),and in the background, Jon had Luke and Drake in a headlock, while Larry and Marvin where squirting eachother with water. Her brothers where pranksters, just like her. They took her away to a orphanage, confessing that they could no longer take care of her, with no money, and they where diagnosed with different deasieses from some berries they ate. Luckily she had'nt ate those. One day, two men came and picked me up. I thought they where a family at first, but then they took me somewhere. Somewhere dark. Later on, my parents gave me up, with a large smile, and they took me away. Thats when the surgery happened. Im pretty sure thats all you need to know about me. Toodaloo!

--Sorry for sloppiness and kinda short, but I have broken my elbow and Im one handed right now :3--

[purpledirewolf2019]

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Name:
My name is Blake Collins
Nicknames:
I don't have one. I just go by Blake.
Gender:
Um, if it is not obvious by my name, I'm a guy.
Age:
I'm eighteen years old, which is old enough to vote! If I wasn't in this facility.
Birthday:
I was born on July 23rd, 1995.
Animal:
The animal these scientists transformed me into is the majestic bald eagle. I honestly love the fact that I can shift into a bald eagle, compared to what they could have transformed me into.


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Build:
I am tall, about 6'3", and pretty skinny, but don't let my appearance fool you. I am quite strong even though I may not looks muscular, and my total weight is 181 pounds. As my animal counterpart, I am a big bird. My body length is 34 inches and my wingspan is 85 inches. My weight as an eagle is 14 pounds.

Hair:

My hair is a bit scruffy, and is a very dark brown or black in color. I was thinking about getting a buzz cut but I kind of like the way is it right now, so maybe in the future. As an eagle, I don't have hair but I do have feathers. I have white feathers on my a white head, neck, and tail, and blackish-brown feathers everywhere else.

Eye color:
My eye color isn't too spectacular.
Just a normal hazel color. However my eagle eyes
are light yellow, almost white. They are also very
large and allow me to see at least four times
better than someone with perfect vision.

Skin tone:
I am Caucasian, and a mildly tan one at that. I don't have any freckles, moles or any other skin abnormalities that I know of. As an eagle the one parts of me that aren't covered in feathers are my beak and my legs, which are bright yellow in color. My talons are also pitch black, and very sharp.

Scar/Tattoos:
I do have a few scars from when I was attacked by a bald eagle. There is one on my face that goes over my right eye and a few more on my arms. There are also a few on my legs I got when I hit the ground after falling a minimum of 50 ft.

βɛнιи∂ тнɛ Ƨcɛиɛƨ

Likes: Quiet, heights, flying, freedom
Dislikes: Weapons, too much noise, tight spaces
Strengths: Speed, sight, silence, his talons
Weaknesses: Cockiness, likes to goof off, wings can break easily.

Personailty:
I am a pretty chill guy. I enjoy relaxing and doing my own thing. Of course that's not really an option anymore, which has turned me into a bit of a rebel. I do actually enjoy training, both in animal and human forms as I like the idea of being a soldier. I am quite a dare devil and I like trying new things. I'm not one to "stop and smell the roses." I like having a constant adrenaline rush, and if I don't, I tend to get bored rather fast. I also tend to "play it cool" and I can be a bit flirty. I am a social butterfly and interacting with people is just another way to keep me from getting too bored. Some people say I can be bold, and sometimes rude, but those types of remarks come out either because it's just the way I am, or it was completely unintentional. I believe being transformed into an eagle shifter has been one of the greatest things to ever happen to me, if I wasn't trapped in this facility. Bald eagles are the image of freedom and pure American spirit, both of which describe me. Plus, being an eagle, I can now fly. There is no feeling like flying. One day I hope to be able to fly outside, with no ceiling over my head.

History:
I was born in Colorado, in a small hospital, in the small town of Montrose. The town itself wasn't too exciting, but I spent a lot of my free time in the Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park. Ever since I was an infant my parents took me there for picnics and walks. As I grew older, we did some more challenging hikes and I even started to rock climb a little bit. I always enjoyed the outdoors. I even preferred to do my homework outside when I got home from school. When I was in middle school, I started doing some weekend-long rock climbing trips with some friends. That was how I ended up in the hospital as eighth grade. I had decided to do some free climbing, so I wasn't using a harness or a rope. Just me and the rock. I had gone up a good distance up when I suddenly noticed that there was a bald eagle sitting on a branch that was jutting out of the rock. I was mesmerized by it. It looked proud and free. I just stood there, thinking about how that animal represented our country so perfectly. What I didn't notice was the fact that it was sitting in a nest. Really dumb on my part, I mean who could miss that? But anyways, she was guarding her nest and I had gotten a little too close. She flew right at me, talons first, which made me let go of the rock and fall at least 50 ft. Luckily the ground I landed on wasn't rock, but dirt, or I would have possibly died. I did end up a few scars from the eagle along with a few broken ribs, one broken tibia and one radius, which put me in the hospital, then later in a wheelchair. It took me over 2 months for the bones to heel, and another few months of rehabilitation. It didn't take me long afterward to go straight back out to the park though. That was where I was kidnapped. I was just hiking, because I wasn't so eager to go rock climbing so soon after, looking at some of the wildlife, when I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I pulled out the small red dart and figured out I had been tranquilized, but by that time I was already blacking out. The next thing I know I was in this facility, and in the process of going through some sort of surgery. The surgery itself lasted four years, but the result was that I could transform into a bald eagle. Where some others might be upset, I was thrilled. Out of all the animals they could have chosen for me, they picked the perfect one for me.

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Name:
My name is Scott Withers
Nicknames:
I don't have one.I just go by Scott. Just don't call me Scotty.
Gender:
Um, I'm a guy.
Age:
I'm 20 years old.
Birthday:
I was born on August 15th, 1993.
Animal:
I have been sort of transformed into an African Wild dog.


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Build:
I am tall, about 6'2", and lean. Although I may not be very strong, I am rather fast. I am at the healthy weight of 167 pounds. As my animal counterpart, I am on the bigger side. I stand at 30 inches tall at the shoulders, my body length is 54 inches long, including my tail, and I weigh 78 pounds. I am also what they call a freak. Even in my human form, my ears and tail from my African Wild dog form are visible. So imagine a guy with big round dog ears and a big fluffy tail.

Hair:

My hair thin, scruffy, and red in color. It is a medium-short length, and sometimes, the bangs can cover my left eye. As an African Wild Dog, I am covered in short fur which is red, brown, black, yellow, and white in color. It is too hard for me to describe the pattern of these colors, so look look at my pic. The fur on my muzzle is black and the end of tail bushy tail is white. My ears are very large and rounded. I also have a black stripe going up from my muzzle, and over my forehead between my ears.

Eye color:
My eye color is is blue.
It is different when I'm an African Wild Dog,
though. Then, my eye color changes from blue
to a dark amber color.



Skin tone:
I am Caucasian, but a very pale one at that. I'm what they call a ginger, so red hair, pale skin, and lots of freckles. I don't know what my skin color is as an African Wild dog as it is covered completely my fur.

Scar/Tattoos:
I don't have any noticeable scars, and I wasn't old enough to get a tattoo when I was taken so I don't have any tattoos either.

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Likes: Quiet, personal space, running, chasing things
Dislikes: Weapons, his collar, tight spaces
Strengths: Speed, camouflage, smell
Weaknesses: Sight (as a dog), sociableness

Personailty:
I am a not exactly a social person. I like my space and to be by myself. I'm not mean, but if I'm around too many people I tend to get snappy. I hate it here in the facility, and I hate how I am one of the freaks, which has caused me to hate not only the robots, but the scientists as well. I'm pretty jealous of the others, most of them came out normal after their surgery, but I came out of freak. It is partially why I keep my distance from them, and why I can be snappy towards them. It is really not their fault, but I don't care. Even if we do end up escaping, I can never show my face in public again. It is not uncommon for me to get punished for acting out and disobeying orders. I'm pretty used to it though. I'd rather be electrically whipped than follow these "scientists'" orders blindly. They were the ones who kidnapped me after all. As for my thoughts on relationships, I don't know. My only goal at the moment is to escape. I'm not really looking for friends or a girlfriend, and I may not if I end up cooped up in this facility.

History:
I was born in Raleigh, North Carolina. It's fairly populated area, but also rural. I was born to a farmer family. We had some animal, like chickens and horses, but our main focus was growing corn. I remember as a little kid, I used to go deep into the corn field, lay down, and just watch the clouds in the sky roll by. Of course, I could never really work too long outside, being a ginger child, I got sunburnt really easily. But soon, I started school, and with that came PE. I never really was good at math, or science, or even language arts, but when it came to PE, I excelled, especially in running. I started getting up earlier in the morning to go on sunrise runs with my dog, an Australian Shepard named Buster. As I grew up, I got faster, and to encourage me, my dad plowed some land around the corn field to make a make-shift track for me to practice on. Once I hit middle school, I joined the track team. I was unstoppable. I tried a few different types of track; hurdles, sprints, relays, and all different length races, but my favorite was the sprint. Well, I kept with track when I started high school, but that's where things went wrong. I started training for cross country since I thought I'd like it better. When the day of the race came around, I thought I was ready for it. It started alright. The track went through an open field, which eventually lead into the forest. The forest wasn't exactly flat, there were hills and sudden drop-offs, but I didn't think to much about it since this trail was approved for the race. Well, it ended up that I tripped on a rock, and tumbled down one of the hills, landing on the shore of a river. I was too separated from the rest of the runners that no one else saw me fall. Or at least that's what I thought. The fall had knocked me out, but I knew I had broken one of my legs. The next thing I know, I'm being transported somewhere by unknown men. They didn't tell me anything, and as soon as they saw I was awake, they sedated me. I thought I was in an ambulance, but I was wrong. The next time I woke up, I was in the facility. it had to be days later, but something felt wrong. I felt weird. I was told I was undergoing some sort of ground breaking surgery. It took 5 years in total, and now I'm a freak. I still like to run, but there is not enough room here for me to really run.

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