Following the escape of Experiment 666, Purgonine scientists were devastated at the loss of their life's work. They believed that there would be no way to continue their work and that they would have to completely restart from the ground up. However, someone happened to salvage a DNA sample from Experiment 666, and everyone's hopes immediately rose. They had a chance. They would recreate "The Purgonine of the Future" in the form of what they called Experiment 777, a number which is commonly associated with being the number of God. This Purgonine has many of the same features as 666, a thicker tail, sharp ears, and long lashes.
◄ basics: ►
name: Dominika, a Russian name.
gender: Demigirl. She/her.
orientation: Panromantic demisexual.
irregular edits: Thick tail, long lashes, pointed ears, longer hair.
height: Taller than average.
body type: Strongly built with a lightweight and flexible body.
experiment number: 777, the number of God. The second Purgonine of the Future.
◄ personality: ►
------She has a lot of goodwill in her heart. She truly believes that she can help the world by being a leader. Though, this means that Dominika is condescending in the way that she gives advice. Since she came from that testing facility, she'd learned a lot of things that your average purgonine wouldn't know.
------Sadly. though, she didn't learn a lot of social skills there, because everyone was much older than her and didn't talk to her much. They just talked about her where she couldn't hear. This is where her nosiness stems from. It makes her more secure when she knows everything. Having secrets kept from her seriously ticks her off, so she desires to control everything.
◄ how does she feel about being "the Purgonine of the Future?": ►
------She loves it. Dominika believes that this means she will wind up becoming well revered once she reaches the city. She wants to use this to become a powerful figure for people to look to for help. Leadership is valuable to her, because she can share her ideas with everyone and help purgonine society.
◄ story: ►
------Shortly after they explained some vague things to her about who she was and why she existed, curiosity began eating at her. Did being the Purgonine of the Future mean she could leave soon? Would she get to save the world? Dominika had to ask about this. She must.
------She'd cornered the facility's only custodian. He seemed to be the type that was nosy and eavesdropped on conversations. Important conversations, maybe? Hopefully.
------"They don't know if they'll ever let you leave... Between you and me, you might not actually be the Purgonine of the Future. You might not be what they want, because there was a Purgonine of the Future before you, and she was a failure. You might end up the same way." When he had seen her crestfallen face, he said, "If you don't end up being the actual PoF, they won't make you do dangerous things. Even if you've been trained for that sort of thing, you could die! Your life will be longer if they don't end up using you."
------"I don't care! If I have something the rest of this world doesn't have, I want to help them!" Dominika wailed.
------She stormed away in fury. She wasn't going to let some unborn purgonine take her place, destiny intended for her to be the PoF. No one else could do it.
------Late into the night, she set up a trap that would trigger a massive chemical fire whenever the scientists got to work. She felt really guilty doing it, because she knew it would doom everyone inside. They couldn't make another to replace her, and she would escape and save the world.
------She heard the door open, and practically froze as the hinges squeaked ominously.
------"What're you doing?!" It was the custodian.
------"I'm sorry," she said as she turned to him, "but I have to go." The kid quickly soaked a cloth with chloroform, and forced it over his nose and mouth. When he went out cold, she bound him with a rope and taped his mouth shut. As she did so, an idea occurred to her. She could take him outside, where he could be spared.
------Her first thoughts when waking up were always fuzzy, so her only coherent idea was that she couldn't breathe. Slowly, Dominika opened her eyes to the bright blazes of fire. Coughing heavily, her lungs screaming, she shakily got to her feet. Damnit... One of those scientists set off the trap too early!
------She pulled her gas mask off of its hook and secured it tightly around her face. As she left her living space, she saw a scientist waving her towards a safe exit. She had almost forgotten that it was her fault this place was burning down.
------Dominika, instead of leaving with the scientist, buried her under a pile of rubble. Her horrified face looked up at her, and Dominika's heart twinged with guilt. This was all for the better, right? She looked over her shoulder regretfully as she made her escape.
