C A G E D {{hybrid}} version 2.5 - accepting - OPEN

[alpenglw]

Dome hybrid
Username
aaron burr, sir.
Name
Emily Jayden Roberts
Nickname
Jay
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual
Age
Nineteen
Birthday
November 1
Natural or Experimental
DNA mix
79% human, 21% Steller’s jay
Appearance
Emily is quite short, standing at 5’3”. She weighs 101 pounds and is quite thin and wiry, as anyone would be after spending a year wandering the desert. Her hair, reaching down to her chest, is a simple brown hue, and she has big, light brown eyes- this is about where her normal human features end. Due to sharing over 1/5 of her DNA with a bird, she has a pair of bright blue, grey, and black wings sticking out from her back which are capable of short bursts of flight. A bluish-black crest of feathers is atop her head, running from the highest point of her forehead all the way to the point where her spine and skull meet at the back of her head. Random patches of grey and blue feathers grow across her body- most notably on her torso, neck, and arms- and she's constantly picking at them, causing scabs to form. Likewise, her long legs have many random patches of greyish scales, though she rarely touches these. Because of her jay DNA, she is slightly better off in the desert than many other hybrids, being able to take the dryness a little better than some others but still suffering from the heat. She also has the ability to nearly perfectly mimic many sounds such as bird calls, other animal noises, and occasionally voices.
Personality
Emily is a very free spirit with a need for adventure, and she will despise anyone who takes her freedom away from her. Because of this, she hates the domestics and scientists with a passion, and although she's usually able to keep a level head with them, she will snap if pushed. Due to her innate love for adventure, she will often do dangerous things just for the sake of finding out what could happen. However, she has a strong maternal instinct and will go soft for children or anyone else she feels needs help and protection. She also has an even stronger survival instinct, and if she feels her safety is threatened by someone or something besides herself, she will leave as soon as possible, even if it means leaving behind valued people, objects, or resources. She will quickly form alliances, but is ultimately only loyal to herself. Emily can also be a bit of a know-it-all, but is aware of this and is constantly trying not to rudely correct people. She very rarely gets into physical fights, and always tries using reason on her opponent. However, she will gladly attack a domestic if it means staying out of the Lab for a while longer. Basically, she has a love for all things knowledge. She must know how everything works, and if it can't be explained in a way she finds fit, she likely won't believe it. Every other sentence is a question, and she will get frustrated when she doesn't receive a good answer. In fact, she yearns for answers so terribly that she will often temporarily forget about rivalries and grudges if the other person knows something she wants to learn about, and will pester them nonstop until they tell her what she wants to know. This could very well end badly for her, as it's likely her enemy won't so easily forget their rivalry. Rather hypocritically of her, she tends to get very uncomfortable whenever someone asks about herself, and has mastered the ability to quickly and sneakily change the topic. If the asker persists, she will simply ignore them, distracting herself from their questions in some way or another. Even without this pressure, she's very easily distracted and will stop talking in the middle of a conversation if something else catches her eye. She has a strange obsession with shiny or bright objects due to her jay genes, and will keep anything from spare buttons and pieces of string to bells and precious stones in a small pouch she's fashioned out of a snake skin that is hung on a cord wrapped like a belt around her waist. She is also very good under stress, able to come up with plans and backup plans in a second and keep everyone else calm. She has a very laid-back aura, and will sometimes act so indifferent and relaxed about a problem it seems she doesn't even care, but it's really just her way of keeping calm under stress.
History
Emily was born in Fresno, California, on November 1. As one might imagine, her extremely religious parents weren't too happy about having a demon bird child, and she got stuck in the foster system as soon as the doctors told them it was safest to not attempt at surgically removing her wings. She hopped from foster family to foster family her entire life, living everywhere in California from Eureka to San Diego, until she was suddenly adopted by a mysterious person just before turning 18. This person turned out to be working for the government, and had only adopted her to take her to the Dome. She's been there ever since.
Theme song
"New Americana" by Halsey
Time in the Dome
One year in the new dome; was never in the old dome
Preferred number
One
Other
I'll get my other forms up soon.

[alpenglw]

Dome hybrid
Username
aaron burr, sir.
Name
Ashton Bernard Kyte
Nickname
Ash
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Panromantic asexual
Age
Twenty
Birthday
August 1
Natural or Experimental
DNA mix
60% human, 30% grizzly bear, 10% northwestern crow
Appearance
Ash has rather pale skin that is covered in ginger freckles, and is exactly 6'9". He wasn't always this tall: before being mixed with grizzly, he was a measly 5'1". He is very self-conscious of his height, and will often subconsciously hunch over a bit to appear less tall. He is also rather big-boned and stocky, another affect the bear DNA had on his body. However, due to the raven in him, about half of his bones are hollow, making random bones on his body more vulnerable to breaking than others. He was born with strawberry blond hair, but the bear DNA made it grow coarse and thick, with the raven DNA causing patches of black feathers mixed in with his hair. His eyes are very dark brown and a little smaller than the average human's. His hands and feet are actually paws, complete with fur, three-inch claws, and pads. His legs and arms are the same, identical to the limbs of a bear and covered in a thick, light brown fur. A small, stumpy, fur-covered tail sticks out from his tailbone, downy black feathers acting in place of underfur. His molars have melded together and turned a grey-black color, like the inside of a raven's mouth. He is very strong, and is an amazing swimmer due to his large paws and powerful muscles. However, he isn't very fast when running on two legs, so has developed a sort of lopsided, four-legged gallop.
Personality
Ash is on the border between social and introverted, preferring small groups of people he can trust over being alone or being with large crowds of strangers. He doesn't mind going it alone for a few days, but would rather be with his friends and allies at all times. He has some anxiety issues, and thus can be extremely awkward and quiet around strangers. He is usually very mellow, and doesn't like to pick fights. Very submissive in manner, he's more ready to sort out a compromise or even just back off than he is to attack if he feels threatened. Being a pacifist, he truly hates violence and will do anything possible to avoid a fight, whether or not he's in it. Quite the peacemaker, he is skilled in the art of compromise and dousing flaming tempers. There is almost nothing in this world he would willingly fight over- in fact, it's likely he wouldn't even fight to save his own life. Better to die an innocent man than to live with someone else's blood on your hands, right?
History
Ash was born on August 1 on Vancouver Island in British Columbia. Here he was raised, in a small seaside cabin hidden by the forest. As a young boy, he enjoyed fishing with his father and blazing trails through the dense pine forest and log-littered pebble beaches. Because of this, he is very in-tune with nature, and has quite a few survival tricks up his sleeve. He knows which plants are edible and medicinal, how to use the sky as a compass, and how to construct a few basic shelters and tools. However, until now, he's never had to actually put these skills to use, and certainly doesn't have a skill set tailored toward the desert. One day, when he was in town getting groceries (the nearest town was 30 miles down the coast), some mysterious men snuck up behind him, injected something into his neck which caused him to fall unconscious immediately, and brought him to the Dome.
Theme song
"Wake Me" by Message to Bears
Time in the Dome
Two days in the new Dome; four in the old Dome
Preferred number
Four
Other
Now I'm off to make two Domestics~

[divine.]

Dome hybrid
Username:
ғʀɪɴɢᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ
Name:
Daniel James Howell
Gender:
Male
Age:
Nineteen
Natural or Experimental:
Experimental
DNA mix:
Fifty percent human, ten percent wolf, and forty percent eagle
Appearance:
Dan Howell is an interesting person. He looks normal to the world, and as if he wasn't always battling the demons in his head. He
has brown eyes, his hair is straight and he can be seen wearing black. He only wears black and nothing else. Due to the DNA in his
body, he can hear up to a few miles away, and his sight just like as if he were a real eagle. He stands at 6'3'' and his skin is a tan
color, while his face is pale. Dan has more hair on his legs and arms due to the wolf DNA in him. He will stay up late most nights
just staring at the sky. His voice is deeper than most males' voices and he is able to run long distances and jump farther due to
the eagle DNA. Despite not being able to fly, his body morphed his flying ability to jumping instead. He can can jump from
building to building without any problem, and he has no problem with keeping his breath.
Personality:
Dan gave into the scientists not long after he got there. After they did the first few experiments on him, he heard voices in his
head, telling him to give in. So he did. He let the scientists do tests on him for a few years, but then he got a little aggressive due
to the wolf DNA they gave him. The DNA from the eagle made him smarter than he was before, but the wolf DNA made him quick
to anger and very agile. Dan interacts with anyone as least as possible. He doesn't like people or hybrids at all, so he tends to stay
to himself.
History:
Dan's parents gave up Dan to the scientists, due to the fact that they didn't want him. He's been at the dome ever since he could
remember, and he has been used to this his whole life. He hated it at first, but then he learned how things go. Please the
scientists and you'll get less experiments done on you. Dan learned that the hard way. If he didn't do something that would please
them, he would get sent in there for god knows how long, until they were satisfied. But he didn't mind his current life style. If he
were still with his parents, he would have hung himself long ago. From what he heard about them, they were cruel and would have
beaten him and killed him like the older brother he supposedly had.
Theme song:
Adventure Time by Bry
How long have they been at the dome:
He has been there for as long as he can remember.
Preferred number:
Five
Other:
Shall be adding another male, named Phil~

[divine.]

Domestic hybrid
Username:
ғʀɪɴɢᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ
Name:
Philip Michael Lester
Nickname:
Phil or The Lion
Gender:
Male
Age:
Nineteen
Natural or Experimental:
Natural
DNA mix:
Fifty five percent human and forty five percent dragon.
Personality:
Phil Lester is a kind person, despite being different from everyone. From a young age, his parents always made sure that he knew
that he was different, and made sure that he stayed safe. Despite him never leaving the safety of his parents, he grew to be a
very kind kid. He learned to be nice to everyone he met, and to treat them as the way he would want to be treated. He was
always kind to everyone he met. Even if they picked on him or called him names, he would still be extremely kind to them. Phil
was known for his kind soul, and loving personality.
Appearance:
Phil is a 6'8'' tall muscular male. He towers over everyone, and everyone knows not to mess with Phil. He looks very scary to
approach, but he isn't really that dangerous if you get on his good side. But despite being extremely tall, you can easily tell that he
is different. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, this thing will never go away. The scales going down his right arm. Phil can
with stand extremely temperatures, and can spit up flames. They only go on for about thirty seconds and aren't the hottest flames
to exist, but they are able to keep a campfire at an average sized flame for a few hours. Phil's eyes are also a deep icy blue.
History:
[ will edit this in when my WB is gone ]
Theme song:
Lion by Hollywood Undead
Other:
This is crap omg I'm sorry-

[ryuunosuke]

Domestic hybrid
Username: jyushimatsu.
Name: Ethan Sato
Gender: Agender (he/him pronouns)
Sexuality: Pansexual with no preference
Age: 17
Natural or Experimental: Experimental
DNA mix: 50% Human, 30% Great White Shark, 20% Gray Wolf
Personality:
If you were to describe him, the only word that would come to mind would be 'different'. No, not the different as in the deep, cool, mysterious way, but in the 'what a moron' way. Ethan is an idiot, but a loveable one at that. He tends to look at things in an optimistic sense, managing to view an insult as a compliment. He's bouncy, energetic, and extremely aloof amongst anyone, and tries his very best to befriend others. Not even the experiments bogged him down, but his demeanor has changed to a little more than just fun rough housing. His playful tackles transformed into biting down prey; clumsy steps became more poised and elegant. His sense of smell is greatly amplified thanks to his shark and gray wolf DNA. Still, he'd apologize with a huge grin and waving arms, but a small part of him might not feel sorry at all.
At times, he can get extremely 'deep' and ponder about existence, death, life, and the meaning of happiness. That doesn't happen very often, though...
Appearance:
With scuffed black hair and a grin on his face, Ethan looks like he should be locked up in the straitjacket. For some reason, he isn't. He has striking yellow eyes (which used to be brown), but, again, not the 'cool' striking. The striking when you look at the sun striking. His voice is somewhat high, but he snarls more often than speaking. Friendly snarls! Remember that. He has no human ears, only a small pair of gray wolf ears that rest on top of his messy hair. A smattering of freckles compliments his pale skin, but they eventually fade out at his arms. His fingers have little claws, and, thanks to being part shark, his arms are quite rough. He has a tail of a great white shark that sways along with his movement, but ends up getting in the way most of the time. Ethan stands somewhat like a meerkat on hind legs, hands forward and hunching slightly to stand on the front part of his feet. If he'd open his mouth, large fangs are present as well as all of his teeth being pointed. He is five feet tall and 106 pounds.
For clothes... He doesn't grasp the concept of wearing pieces of cloth tailored to your body yet. Why get a fifty-dollar shirt when you could wear a potato sack? (He doesn't wear one, by the way. The potato sack.) He simply wears a white dress shirt, but always covers his hands with the sleeves of it, calling them 'sweater-paws'. His shorts are... Shorts for swimming..? He also wears white knee-high socks with a pair of blue slippers. Somehow he manages.
History:
Ah, the classic story of an orphan. The silly shark-wolf boy didn't know who his parents were, and still doesn't. He basically threw himself to the scientists, hungry for food and knowlege, as well as a sense of power that would allow him to survive on the streets. Ever since that, he realized that he wouldn't be getting out anytime soon, and just gave into them while still smiling and singing. He doesn't particularly care for his past and doesn't get teary about it.
Theme song: Slow Motion - Pinocchio-P

[alpenglw]

Domestic hybrid
Username
aaron burr, sir.
Name
Nakai Taya
Nickname
N/A
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Demi-pansexual
Age
Twenty
Birthday
July 20
Natural or Experimental
DNA mix
70% human, 30% cougar
Appearance
Nakai is 5'6" and weighs 154 pounds- most of this not fat, but muscle. His straight, near-black hair is a bit long, hanging down to his neck. His skin, brown from prolonged exposure to the desert sun, is unblemished by freckles. His eyes are a piercing greyish-blue, which looks rather out of place compared to the rest of his features. His eyes, however, are naturally odd- everything else strange about his appearance is the result of time spent in the Lab. Two tawny ears sit atop his head, having replaced his normal human ears. A rather long, dusty brown tail tipped in dark brown emerges from the base of his spine. His normal human teeth have since fallen out, replaced with sharp feline teeth that are a bit too big for his mouth, causing him discomfort when he eats or talks. Finally, a light cover of tawny brown fur covers his body, making his skin appear barely paler than it really is.
Personality
Nakai is... Interesting, to say the least. He is no more good than he is bad; he seems to have struck a balance between loyalty to the scientists and mercy to the domies, and has preserved it for awhile without repercussions. He's made friends and enemies on both sides and is, at least as he'd like to think, not on either side specifically, but whichever suits his fancy at the moment, or whichever he agrees with. This holds true with his less complicated relationships, as well. He only picks a side if he wants to, and will be his own ally if need be. Nakai stands up for his beliefs, not at all afraid to voice his opinion. He expects those who listen to do so with respect and an open mind, and if they do, he will show them the same respect. If one disrespects him, however, he will do the same to them in any way he finds fit. He's also not really a "social" person; a lone wolf, as he'd put it. He rarely speaks without reason, though not because he's shy or anything, he simply doesn't see the point in wasting his breath on something unimportant. It's not that he's arrogant or egotistical, though. He simply is a very practical person, and hates to let useful things go to waste. Not one to make long-term friends nor long-term enemies, your best bet with him is stay on his good side and not disrespect him.
History
Nakai had a fairly happy, uneventful life on the Navajo preserve in Arizona. He grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and is well-taught in his people's traditions, language, and beliefs. He knows more than nearly anyone else in the Dome about desert survival, and if you're lucky, he'll give you a few possibly life-saving tips. How he got to the Dome, you ask? Well, if you ask him he won't tell you, but the rumor has it that he had heard of a mysterious man was willing to teach young people the ways of the yee naaldlooshii, an evil type of Navajo medicine man who has the ability to transform into a beast to commit evil deeds undetected. Nakai wasn't especially interested, considering how terribly dark the path to becoming yee naaldlooshii is and the horrid acts they commit, but his friends dared him to get in contact with the man, just to see if it was real. Turns out, it was true, just not in the way he expected. Nonetheless, there's nothing Nakai can do about it now.
Theme song
"Duality" by Set It Off

[aura-]

a l e x a n d e r h a l e
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"kiss me on the mouth and set me free,
but please don't bite"

Alex's eyes fluttered open, the only thing he saw was empty land with a few cacti around. But of course Alex didn't know they where cacti, he had come to know everything about a forest since he had been living in one since he was little. But where he was now was way different. he could already feel a temperature difference, it was much hotter and there where no trees to provide shade. Alex remained on the hot ground for a moment, taking in the view from where his head was on the ground. Everything was sideways since he was laying on the ground on his side. the last thing Alex could remember was darkness and the clanking of cages against one another. and before that he was peacefully sleeping in the medical ward, still recovering from his injuries. But he was painfully awoken to a needle to his arm where he was drugged. Since Alex was back in the dome he assumed he was healed just enough to be let out of the lab now.
The teen finally pushed himself up from the hot ground, the left side of his body on fire from the ground. he stood up and went to stretched his arms but realized his right arm was still in a cast, he then lifted up his shirt and saw that there where a minimal amount of bandages over his ribs. They where still sore and hurt but the lab must of thought he was healed enough to be out in the dome. He then moved to look behind him and it was the same as before, bare and empty. Where was he ? A small sweat was beginning to form on his forehead as he stood there basking in the sun. He didn't see any water, so he instantly decided that's what he would look for first. After all you need Water to survive and from the looks of his he couldn't see any. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his left hand and began to walk in a random direction.

b a e a n d r e w s
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"this necklace that you've got wrapped around my neck
will choke me slowly to my death"

"first day, first day!" Bae practically sang as he hopped through the halls of the lab. he wasn't necessarily happy about the fact of being a domestic but that he was finally aloud to be let out into the dome and even more excited that the hot weather won't effect him and he was able to help out some domies. he happily bounced down the halls to get to the gate that would let him out into the dome. He had absolutely no intention to bring in any domes but instead to do his weird water spitting thing (that the scientists helped him to perfect) and help out some hybrids.

He marched up to the two guards guarding the gate and stopped to puff out his chest and place his hands on his hips, demanding to be let through. They now had to let him through without denying it, so they opened the gate and he skipped through, getting to the tunnel and back out to the gate that led into the dome.

"man it's hot" he mumbled then shrugged. Luckily, the heat doesn't affect him like everyone else. all it felt like was just a few degrees hotter than the lab, which wasn't a big difference. he is always cold, to the touch and it's just his normal body temperature. Not to mention it is impossible for him to over heat or to even work up a sweat, so this was great

[ryuunosuke]

╭━━━━━━━━━━╮
ethan sato;
agender he/him, pansexual.
seventeen, experimental.
domestic.
1/2 human, 1/5 gray wolf,
1/3 great white shark.
tagged - bae andrews
feeling - SCREAM
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And so Ethan screeched and tackled an imaginary thing. All arms and limbs; the boy fell into a little ball of excitement. Then he got up with no hesitation at all, and thrust his hands into the air, screeching. "WOOOT!" he yelled, jumping up and down. "GOT THE PREY! GOT THE PREY!" He congratulated himself by clapping wildly and stamping his feet, eventually letting out a long howl. The crazy shark-wolf hybrid stood, a bit dazed for a moment, and caught up to his senses. Ah, yes, today he would actually hunt - er, no! Ease some newcomers into the Dome and let them be happy and maybe hunt with him. Hunting was really, really fun. On both sides, predator and prey, really! ...Well, he liked to believe that.

He stumbled his way over to the guards at the gate who just let someone else out earlier. "GOOD MORNING!" he practically yelled at one of them. Ethan laughed, showing his huge fangs and rubbing his teeth against them in an animalistic sense, waving about his arms simultaneously. "I'LL BE GOING NOW!" was what he announced to the others, although they probably already knew. He tumbled and tripped down the corridor, following some other guy.

"OH HELLO!" he screamed, getting into a defensive stance out of instinct. "ARE YOU -- OH MY APOLOGIES!" Ethan bowed down a bit too much, stumbling over. He waved about his shark tail, laughing again. "I need to be more quieter," he explained. "You gonna... Talk and make friends out there?" Honestly, he didn't know what to say about the Dome.

[saturn.suv]

Dome hybrid
Ƥнαє∂яα

Username: 12 point Font
Name: Phaedra Vincent
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Natural or Experimental: Experimental
DNA mix: 52% Human, 23% Lynx, 25% Hummingbird
Appearance: Phaedra is very short, a source of endless annoyance for her. She has beetle-black hair, as reflective and light catching as her main genetic benefactor, the hummingbird. Her hair is very straight, and is choppily cut around her shoulders, a bit longer in back than in the front. Her features are delicate- wide set dark eyes, a pronounced nose almost like a beak, and a small mouth. She has the teeth of a lynx- sharp and pronounced, she often cuts her lips when she isn't paying attention. She also has the tufted ears of a lynx- these give her enhanced hearing, but the tips poke out of Phaedra's hair, giving her a perpetually disheveled look. Phaedra also has a small pair of wings, courtesy of her hummingbird DNA> Whilst Phaedra has hollow bones, she still cannot fly. Her wings are very small, and cannot support her weight. She can, though, fall gracefully, managing to carry herself far from a location that she has already launched herself from. However, the energy expanded in flapping her wings so rapidly is rarely worth the extra distance in the air.Phaedra has normal hands but rough paw pads instead of the soles on her feet. These come from her lynx portion, and, true to the cat, have retractable claws. Phaedra has a light dusting of feathers over the bridge of her nose and spilling out to frame her eyes and face. These end around her neck, and she has a thin layer of lynx like fur on her shoulder, arms, torso, and legs. Phaedra's eyes are light gold-green, and turned up at the corners like a cat's. She is very long- limbed and lanky, despite her short stature. When her skin peeks through her fur and feathers, its dark color is a stark contrast to the pale fur.
Personality: Phaedra is unstoppable. She is never satisfied with anything, and moves directly from one challenge to the next without stopping to think about consequences. She is ergo very brash and reckless, thinking about nothing but success. Whilst these traits in moderation are admirable, Phaedra pushes them to the extent that they drown out all other aspects of her personality. She is caustic and unsympathetic, and very selfish. Phaedra first thought is the next thing she has to do, and manipulates her entire life as best she can so that it reflects around her goals. Phaedra never really learned how to interact with people, first from no access to a teacher and later because she has absolutely no desire to. She tends to be very bossy, which isn't entirely bad, for she has good ideas, but certainly gets annoying. Phaedra enjoys irritating whoever she can, however she can, and doesn't know when to stop. She has never been close to anyone, and has no desire to change that. When Phaedra isn't domineering and aggressive, she can be thoughtful and protective, but at the moment has no reason to be. She hurts everyone around her, and therefore tries to push everyone away lest she become to attached and hurt them accidentally. She is an introvert, and spends any time she has when she isn't chasing or running from something trying to catch some of the animals that live in the dome. Phaedra is agoraphobic, as well as aquaphobic. Her favorite color is maroon and her favorite animal an opossum.
History: Phaedra's parents, oddly enough, are alive and well. Up until she was three, Phaedra lived happily with them in a small apartment in the suburbs. She was fairly petty, but in Phaedra's defense, she was three. Four months after her third birthday, Phaedra's mother gave birth to triplets; Quinn, Quill, and Quiatlynn. While her parents definitely still loved her, they were suddenly constantly busy and money was very tight. They eventually got evicted from their apartment when they could no longer pay rent, living on the streets as they gravitated farther from society. One day, a group of scientists were searching fr young children Phaedra's age in the part of town her family happened to be staying in. They asked her parents if they could take Phaedra away for a little while, promising that they would keep her clothed and fed and safe and,most importantly, happy. They also promised to give Phaedra's parents enough money to get them back on their feet if they agreed to let Phaedra come with them for a week or two. While initially reluctant, they eventually agreed based on the pretense that their current situation was no place to raise a child, let alone three babies and a toddler. The scientists took Phaedra away, and she never came back. Phaedra later learned that the scientists believed they were doing her a favor- rescuing her off the streets to allow her to become a gifted pioneer for her country.
But Phaedra has never felt like she's been saved.
Theme song {optional} : Satisfied
How long have they been at the dome: 14 years
Preferred number: 8 (I don't have a strong preference, although I do like even numbers)
Other: None that I can think of. Sorry if it's terrible- just tell me if I need to change anything, I'm more than happy to. **EDIT** I just realized that I glazed over the fact that you need to have a male for each female. Is it okay if I make him tomorrow or Monday? I could do him today if need be.

[aura-]

b a e a n d r e w s
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"this necklace that you've got wrapped around my neck
will choke me slowly to my death"

Hearing someone scream behind him Bae stopped walking and turned around, seeing someone else who seemed to be walking about of the lab as well. "Nah you're fine" he told the domestic hybrid with a bright smile. HE rocked on his feet softly as he listened to him speak, asking if he was going out there to make friends. There was no way he could tell another domestic that he was going out there to help the domies, he would just be forced to stay inside the lab and help with experiments and what not. This was only his fist day!

"Psh, of course not. I was sent out to go bring in the hybrids from group one" He told him, moving a hand up to push his white hair from his face. "I'm assuming you're doing the same?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. He needed to make sure he put on a believable act, make it seem like he wasn't lying. Although it was probably obvious, he most likely wont be able to keep a straight face for long. It took him a few seconds before he decided to cross his arms, to make him seem a little more intimidating