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

[Moved </3 D:]

{S.o.r.e.n}

Soren growled softly, his head lowered, and his green eyes peering out into the world beyond the metal bars of his cage. The irritation of being locked away too long was back. A nagging, horrible sense of excruciating annoyance. It was so strong that it physically hurt him to be cooped up too long. Though he was in his human form, his manorisms, and the way he acted was very dog/wolf-like. In truth, Soren preferred to be in his dog form, verses his human form. Generally, people treated dogs so much better than humans...but then again, there were those awful, cruel people out there that hurt both. Freak fell under that category. Anger rose in Soren's mind, and he let out a savage snarl. Lashing out, he struck his foot hard on the side of his cage. He didn't care whether it was occupied or not. He knew nobody here. He was alone, though he was in a crowd. Soren had always been alone, no matter what in his life.

Dropping down onto all fours, he glared at the metal in front of him and wished for the strength to break out of it. Most days, he could escape the irriation and anger of being locked up by training. He loved to push himself. To use all of the energy he had, so he was forced to sleep. Soren's favorite pass time was to work...or at least, once he had come here, it was.

Life had been so much different before Freak had captured him. The framiliar rage rose once again in his heart as he thought of the man. Another snarl escaped his lips, and he turned to face the back wall, his hands in tight fists. No...life had been much more pleasent. He had been alone...but he hadn't cared.

Soren had been free. Freedom made up for being lonley. It made up for starving some nights, or freezing. He had never had a sense of home throughout his life. He had always thought that wherever he was happy, was home. To him, happiness was running through the forest. Or a field. This place wasn't happiness. No. It was hell. He hated it here. Another strike against the metal sounded out in the almost silent building.

[Aniki]

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"I think if I can make you secure, I've taken away your humanity. I think we're supposed to be insecure, that's what it means to be human."

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Asher didn't see the door swing shut, rather felt it. He felt the sudden awful sensation of being trapped again. He shuddered inwardly to himself, despite the fact he was used to the feeling by now.
With some effort, Asher pushed away the rising urge to lash out, for he knew it was useless to escape the room with force by now. He swallowed his frustration and finally tuned into the conversation between Daniel(who decided to come along after all) and Aasiyah. Finding the information irrelevant to him, he zoned out again. He started nervously shifting his weight, and cracking his knuckles. Not that he was actually nervous, more of a constant need to stay in motion.
Aasiyah finally seemed to finish the conversation between her and Daniel with a single command, "Sit." Asher snorted as a substitute for laughter before finally turning his full attention onto her.
She started off talking about her powers; He already knew that she could read moods, but he didn't know of her heightened senses. He listened with a humorous curiosity, completely forgetting his irritable mood from earlier. He listened to her talk about her past, and how Freak had saved her. He thought it was interesting, but he couldn't find it within himself to pity her. He had too much hatred locked up. Yet she continued with, “…I hated it here and a part of me still does. He kept me in a cage smaller than the ones you sleep in… much smaller. He would wake me up an ungodly hour of the night to run more tests…
The minutes turned to hours, and hours to days. Soon, those days I was counting were years instead.”
Asher almost forgot that he was still standing by the time she finished. She seemed to want him to sit, but he didn't quite want to himself. She gazed at him expectantly, as he saw out of his peripheral vision. He still didn't look at her, instead stared steadily at the reflection of his stance in one of the mirrors across the room. The illusion he had created had long since fallen away, and he was left with brutal reality. It was tantalizing, his ability was. It could show him anything he dreamed of or wished for, yet once the effects faded away, he was left with only ruin. There was a long silence accompanying her tale, and Asher let it linger a while longer. Finally he spoke.
"Everyone here has experienced hardship, that goes without saying. But I didn't know of your history with Freak... I'm still a little confused. So do you like him or hate him? Or is it both?"
Asher knew his curiosity was getting the better of him, but he also wished to know how close the two of them were. If he knew that, maybe he could understand Freak a little more, no matter how repulsive the idea of understanding him sounded. He finally looked towards her, studying everything about her. Her body language, the way she spoke, and the volume of her words could ensure the veracity of them. He may not be a reader, but he would be able to pick up everything just from these observations.

Aasiyah Sari Valeska || Worker

A smile slowly spread across Aasiyah’s lips when Asher asked the question she knew both boys wanted to know.
“My relationship with Freak is constantly changing. Most days I hate him yet pity him mostly. Others I understand him, love him to a point. He knows that what he has done to all of us is wrong, but in his eyes he is saving us and the world.”

Letting out a sigh, Aasiyah changed the image in the mirrors to show the past. The image now showed her and Freak 3 years ago, before any other creatures were around. She showed the boys the tests and training of her. Another sigh, another image; this time it was just her. Standing out on a balcony somewhere looking over a garden full of roses. The floors creek slightly making her jump.
“What is troubling you, love?”
Freak’s voice came from the shadows, Aasiyah’s memory unable to show the boys where he was standing.
“The roses… Her voice sounded faint and dream-like.
“What about them? Hm? What is troubling my rose? I created the garden for you – well you were in my mind when I was creating this manor. Doesn’t it remind you of the house we talked about that summer’s eve?”
“The roses represent me…?”
“Yes, of course! You are my rose, Aasiyah, don’t you know this?”
“The roses are dying.” Aasiyah’s voice started to rise as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Is this your way of saying that I am dying too!?”

The mirrors go blank, showing nothing but darkness, and then cleared up turning into normal mirrors. Aasiyah left the boys as they were entranced by her memory. Leaving the door open and all other halls closed, she left the boys alone. The only passageway was to the ward where the cages sat waiting for them. Aasiyah, herself, was exciting the manor and making her way through the winding paths. A heavy sigh left her small frame as she entered the garden that Freak created for her. The once blossoming roses were now dead.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Danika~

She nodded. "Yes, everyone here, whether they are a worker or a creature, has some kind of power or gift." She shook her head, reaching up with her right paw to adjust her eyepatch a bit. A bit of blood ended up on her paw, so she just licked it off. It satisfied some odd craving within her since she didn't get to eat much. "And I am not sure how we will save the world. I was going to ask Freak that..." She growled and raised her voice, though it did no good. "... but SOME stupid worker girl had to interrupt me!" She shook her head angrily and turned back to Lissa.

"No, as far as I know... Everyone here has some other gift. The worker girl, Aasiyah.. I don't even get her power. Something with like, emotions or something. Daniel can control fire... The list goes on." She shrugged and looked around, wondering if others were around. Suddenly, she heard a bang on a cage across the way from her and Lissa. A boy, she believed his name was Soren, was there. She called over, "Hey, are you ok over there?"

[Moved </3 D:]

{S.o.r.e.n}

Soren closed his eyes and forced himself to relax, leaning his back against the cold metal that confined him. 'Picture your happy place, Soren. He thought mockingly, thinking back to his childhood. When he was living at the Orphanage, he had always been an angry little child. He was different, full of spite, and everyone avoided him. Of course, being avoided just made him even angrier...and the employees would plead to him behind a closed door, 'Find your happy place.' He snorted with annoyance at the memory.

Suddenly, a voice broke through his thoughts. He stiffened, a deep frown cutting across his once blank expression. He sought in his memory to connect the voice to someone, or something framilar, but of course, he couldn't. Soren hardly knew anyone here. Just by faces, and he didn't see much of anyone during his days. Slowly, he stood, contimplating with himself whether or not he should answer the voice.

Whoever it was was female. He could tell that. They also sounded concerned. He snorted again, replacing a laugh that would draw even more attention to himself. Like anyone cared about him. Soren had never been cared about, and he was fine with it. Sighing softly, he took the few steps towards the front of the cage and peered out behind the metal bars.

"Yes. I'm fine." He called, his head tilted in the direction that he had heard the voice coming from. Whoever it was, wasn't very far away from him. Just across the isle, and practically in front of his own hell hole. He hestitated before opening his mouth again. He had never been very good with words. Curiousity won out, however, and he moved closer still to the slated bars. "Who are you?" He asked the dim cell, his green eyes narrowed.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

~Danika~

With a slight smirk, Danika walked to the front of the cage into the light so Soren could see her. She then shifted, keeping her wings and tail. "My name is Danika, but you can call me Talon if you wish. And I can almost feel the hatred radiating off of you. I take it that you want to get out as much as I do." That much was obvious. Everyone but Aasiyah wanted to leave this wretched place and many wanted to take Freak down as well.

She cocked her head only slightly to the side. "May I ask what your power is? I have just shown you mine. You look normal from here, so I can only guess at what it may be." Was he a telekinetic? A shifter? Maybe he was some weird magician or something. She had no idea and didn't want to play guessing games.

[~Everlasting~]

||Freak||

Freak walked around the inside of the Keeping Building, checking the locks on all of the cages. He constantly did this, especially when there were rumors of rebellion spreading around. Some would call it a nervous habit. But Freak called it a nessecary precaution. One of the creatures slipping out and telling the police about his operation was one of his biggest fears. He constantly had nightmares about it.
Once Freak completed this task, he sat down on the floor next to Danika, Lissa, and Soren's cages. Lissa was new; her capture had only been last week. She was going to need the low-down. He brought both hands up to his mask, placing them on the edges. "Because you're too cowardly to look at what you've made, become, and destroyed." Daniel's words were still reverberating on the inside of his mind. He groaned aloud and moved his hands in front of his eyes. That child was going to drive him mad someday. "But for that to happen, I would have to already be sane," he mumbled aloud, laughter etched into his voice.
Freak watched out of the corner of his eye as the creatures to the left of him conversed quietly. He took his hands off of his mask and stood up, placing his hands behind his back. "Hello, Lissa," he said, looking at the dragon through the bars. "Welcome to my world." He stared intensely at the young female for a few moments. This one had brilliant power. She was already so strong. But a bit uncontrollable. That was no matter; he would train her to control herself. Then make her stronger. She would be one of his best creatures.
Freak redirected his gaze to Danika, listening as her voice rose. "You're a loud one, Danika," he said, placing a hand on one of the bars of her cage. He then noticed the blood dripping from her head. It wasn't severe; it would heal. He decided to worry about that later. "And as for the information you ladies seek. . .you aren't going to hear that yet."
Freak's gaze momentarily shifted to Soren. He studied the boy for a second, scanning him from head to toe. "Ah, Soren. . ." he said, his words barely audible. "I haven't seen much of you lately."

[Aniki]

Aasiyah Sari Valeska || Worker

Walking through the now dead rose garden, Aasiyah kept her eyes out for any animal activity. It wasn’t that she was afraid of animals, but more so of the newest tweak of her power that Freak accidently did. If she catches the eye of an animal the next thing she knows she is inside its head – seeing, hearing, smelling, and touching – everything the animal did.

Sitting on an iron bench, Aasiyah watched as the Afternoon turned into the Twilight. Soon Freak would have her and the other workers round up the creatures and divide them up into testing groups. As much as Aasiyah loved helping the creatures, more than anything she just wanted an evening to herself. It was rare to have such a thing being the head worker on Freak’s staff force.

[Dafna]

Turning his attention away from the other two occupants in the room Daniel had started to head towards the door only to see that it seemed to shut right in his face. It only really made it feel like a decorated cage to him and he started to wonder if Asher felt the same thing about it. Not that he would be worrying all that much it was just he felt that he’d already been in a cage for long enough. Turning his attention back towards Aasiyah and Asher he glared a little at her. It didn’t seem like she was trying to help them that much in his mind, it seemed to be the opposite.

Listening to the girl as she started to go on, on how she had met Freak and thought she was dead it did intrigue him a little but he knew that either way it seemed a little disappointing. Daniel just seemed to have so many different ideas in his head he started to think which one he was going to choose whether he liked it or not he figured if he put all of his plans into action than he wouldn’t have to deal with all the consequences at once… hopefully. Turning and looking at Aasiyah he thought for a few minutes “Maybe you could help us to make sure that it doesn’t happen to anyone else” Daniel whispered taking a few steps towards Aasiyah. Glancing at Asher as he did so he hoped that the guy wouldn’t get that mad at him since it wouldn’t be the best thing in the world. “What he did he might be meaning well but it was still wrong” he added softly.

As Daniel finished watching the mirrors his gaze seemed to stay fixated on them. He could sense that something had happened and turning to look he realised he was left with Asher. Sending the other male a quick mischievous smirk he started to head out the doors looking around carefully as he did so. That was until he noticed that it only seemed to end at the Cages. Making a bit of a face his eyes scanned the cages before he spotted Freak talking to some of the other so called ‘creatures’. Raising his eyebrows he went back the way he had come, it was better than being in a cage by far he only had to wonder why he was there since he normally wasn’t but while he had some free time he might as well talk to Asher. Slowly appearing back in the room he had been before he jogged up to Asher. “Hey I got a few questions about our little discussion earlier” Daniel whispered. Really he was only starting to wonder if Asher would help him or go and help Freak.

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Lissa listened to Danika as the girl seemed to rage about something called a worker. Now who were they? This was confusing. However, the fact that everyone here had a gift... it intrigued her. she listened intently, but when Danika mentioned fire her face paled. "Fire? Now that is scary... I stepped into it once. The way it moves... Licks at your scales... Its scary..." She said absentmindedly, shivering slightly. No one really knew why she was scared of fire, she didnt either, especially since in her dragon form they were ineffective. But still, even the sight of it was enough for her to turn tail and run, based on the bare instinct that ran in her veins.

Now that actually was an irony, as dragons were technically supposed to breathe fire, but oh well. She breathed black eletricity, so she supposed it didnt really matter to her. Randomly, there was a loud bang, jolting her out of her thoughts. She looked towards it, a boy, across the isle. She mostly stayed silent during the conversation, not wanting to interrupt.

Suddenly, she heard something. Footsteps. Usually she would not care, but she had virtually nothing else that could catch her attention, so she looked towards the person. A few things caught her eye, the first being that he was wearing a mask. He checked everybody's cage, then she thought he would go away or something, when he went and sat down next to the bars of their cages.

Taking this as an opportunity to study the queer person, she cocked her head, studying his facial features and all. He seemed rather bothered with the mask as he fiddled with it, that murmured something, that Lissa could hear perfectly. But she decided not to say anything. After all, it wasnt addressed to answer, and people were usually annoyed when she answered their comments. At any rate, what he said made no sense.

Then he stood, and spoke. Lissa listened. Hi! She greeted back cheerily, her words resounding in his head as she gave a few chirps. He seemed to stare at her a bit, making her fidget, but he soon moved on. Listening to what he said to Danika, she looked at Danika, then him, then Danika. Hmmm... this made no sense... She thought to herself, giving a few confused chuffs, no message in paticular, just the emotion of confusion.

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||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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{|Personal Information|}

Username: SabjeBammie
Name: Varias
Nicknames: None
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Ability: He can change reality. For example: You see your enamies and you try to kill them. When they are dead, it turns out they were your friends...

{|What You See|}

Hair Color: Brown/red with blonde/yellow highlights. It is his real color, he never dyes it.
Eye Color: Orange/brown
Height: 1.87 meters
Weight: 77 kilos
Skin Type: Normal
Body Type: Avarage
Body Modifications or Scars: He has some scars on his arms and chest, a big one on his back.

[b]{The Inside of Me}

Personality: He is very friendly to his friends, he would do everything to help them. To his enamies he can be a big threat. He can be very rude if he wants to and fearless. He is reckless, but consideres his options before he acts, even when it turns out wrong. He enjoys being alone and likes the silence, but he also likes to be around friends or to make trouble.
He cares a lot for his friends. In the past his best friend burned down the office of the school headmaster, and Varias said he did it, that his friend was innocent. He got kicked out of school, but he felt fine with it. His friend could have a normal future, that is all that matters. He can't stand it if someone lies to him. Sometimes he hears voices from his past, things that really sticked to him. His mother once told him she wished he was never born, and he can still hear that like she is really saying that. He can start yelling at someone, even when they don't say anything.
History: He always tries to mess with people. Make them run away for a killing dog while there is none, for example. He had been to 5 schools in one year. He skipped school a lot, or just annoyed the teachers. He knew he was diffrent, he never had many friends. His best friend died in a car accident. From that moment Varias became a really big trouble maker. From small jokes (like locking someone up inside his office) he went to really big things... He started using his power to manipulate people he didn't like.
From the moment he met Freak, he hated him. He was so cruel, sometimes. He had to admit, some ideas he has were... interesting... But also scary. If Freak was a little less cruel or dangerous, he might like him as a friend...
Likes:
• Silence
• Making trouble
• Messing with peoples realities
Dislikes:
• FREAK
• Being locked up
• Pain
Strengths:
• Manipulating people
• Think very fast
• Acting
Weaknesses:
• Loud noices
• Fire
• He has anger issues

{Other}

Anything I've Forgotten:

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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."

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