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You know, you're the same as all the rest. Sweet little Clara, works at the Rose and Crown, ideas above her station. Well, for your information, I'm not sweet on the inside and I'm certainly not...little.❞
- Clara Oswin Oswald (Doctor Who: "The Snowmen")
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Username; Rabbitheart
Name of Zver; Adva Piccoli
Name Meaning; First name means
"small wave, ripple" in Hebrew.
Last name is a nickname for a person
who is short, from Italian piccino
which means "small".
Biological sex; Female
Gender; Female
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║╚═════════════╝ Iᴍᴘʀᴇss Mᴇ:ＯＴＨＥＲ ＮＡＭＥＳ ＳＨＥ＇Ｓ ＲＥＦＥＲＲＥＤ ＴＯ ＢＹＮａｍｅｓ Ｕｓｅｄ Ｂｙ Ｔｈｅ Ｌａｂ Ｓｔａｆｆ:
-Experiment #5.187
-The Munchkin
-Zver #187
-Little One
Ｎａｍｅｓ Ｕｓｅｄ Ｂｙ Ｏｔｈｅｒ Ｚｖｅｒｓ:
-Short Stuff
-Sweetie
-Tiny
-Pipsqueak
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Adva is a scrappy, relatively hyper, loquacious girl. She has a huge imagination, which has helped her keep going when all other amusements in the labs have faded away. She is highly resentful of what her short stature causes in others, despite this, she often uses her short stature to her advantage, charming others to do what she wants because she looks like a sweet, little helpless baby.
She can be on the short tempered side, if irritated enough, she'll be set off. Adva is also a fantastic liar, although she hates this aspect of herself as it's something which has evolved to be a part of her to help her survive and get out of tricky situations. This leads her into being a bit manipulative as well sometimes.
She often tends to exude a happy-go-lucky cheerful disposition, which tends to irritate others, but she doesn't let that get her down...often.
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Avda was created in a laboratory by geneticists, wanting to explore the possibility of creating a smaller version of Zvers which could potentially be released to the general public as pets. Adva is the "prototype," the very first of the munchkin zvers. She has been under close evaluation all her life and has often been grouped with other zvers who were freaks among their own species by the scientists ever since the normal Zvers began picking on her.
Adva has never known the outside world, has never even had a glimpse of it outside of pictures, has never felt grass or snow under her paws. All she has ever known is metal and tile.
Story;Ｓｈｏｒｔ Ｓｔｕｆｆ
I’ve always been different. All my life I’ve known that...My head is always full of stories. I know I’m strange. Everyone knows I’m strange. But here I’m loved. You tell me to run, to save my life. I tell you that leaving this place would be death itself.❞
-Ashildr (Doctor Who: "The Girl Who Died")
**Note: This story starts off during the time when Shahin & Lamya were in the labs, before their first attempt to escape**
"Do you want to escape with us?"
I stared at the other Zver, my eyes wide with shock at what they were proposing. I've been locked up with these other experimental Zvers for several months now and I'd just started to feel like I'm not alone anymore. I mean, I've never really been alone, not really. But this is the first time that I've felt like I'm not the only who's different. I've managed to have conversations with them and try to get to know them, but this is the first time that any of them had ever shown any inclination of trying to escape from the labs.
Me? Leave the labs? How could I? There was no possible way that I could, I mean, I'd love to, but how could I? I have short legs and I can't run very fast. The only way I could even conceive of managing to escape is if someone where to carry me.
I shook my head at the Zver, the one that the scientists referred to as Experiment #100, but I knew as Shahin and his tail mouth, Lamya.
"I can't," I told them, backing away from the front of my cage a little.
"Why not? Don't you want to be free? To feel the grass on your feet? To save yourself and no longer have to go through tests?"
"Of course I do! But I have short legs, there's no way I could run away fast enough."
Another Zver scoffed telepathically, "Just because you have short legs, it doesn't mean you can't find a way to escape like the rest of us. In fact, it might even be easier. Your'e cute and adorable, I'm sure someone would just smuggle you out if you tried hard enough to charm one of these humans."
I bristled with fury at him, the one the scientist called Zver #CC 5.12, he wasn't born in the labs like the rest of us, he was experimented on quite frequently enough though as to be grouped with us.
I wanted to vocalize my anger, but I decided against it. Instead, I fumed in a corner of my cage.
Ever since I came into being, I knew that I was different from the other Zvers, I was even treated differently from the other Zvers. The geneticists and other scientists in the labs were gentle with me, they even played with me. I knew I was their experiment, I knew that just like all the other Zvers that they tested on or had created, I would never be allowed to leave the labs. That I would always be subjected to the same tests and experiments that the others were subjected to.
However, unlike other Zvers, I'm tested in ways that most of them never will be. I get play tested. I get taken into a room with children of varying ages and I have to allow them to play with me and do with me what they will. If I protest to anything that they do to me, I get in trouble. So I can't nip them, scratch them, or bite them. No aggression. Ever. So I have to sit there and take it.
I've watched as other Zvers who are spirited and feisty fall and break into battered shells of themselves with nothing left to live for.
I too am broken.
But not in my dreams.
In my dreams, I live. In my dreams, I am just as strong, fast, and capable as any other Zver in existence. Through dreams, anything is possible, even escape.
Another form of escape that I indulge in is in story telling, but acquiring new stories from Zvers are rare these days. Steadily, fewer and fewer Zvers have the imagination to even make up stories for entertainment of themselves and others. I haven't heard stories of our home planet, Quartan3, in what seems like ages. She was beginning to suspect that the scientists were finding it difficult to capture more of the Zvers that had come from the spaceship from Quartan3.
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- Shahin & Lamya: Adva really likes Shahin, not so much Lamya. She looks up to him and admires him greatly, she loves hearing him "sing," she finds it quite intriguing how much he loves music.
- Juniper: Adva finds Juniper to be quite amiable and nice. She's just as docile as she is, which made her quite surprised when Juniper decided to escape.
- Teivel: She pities Teivel, he seems to unnecessarily hard on himself, she wishes she could cheer him up, but nothing and no one seems to be able to do so.
- The Geneticists: She tolerates them, she's thankful that at the very least, they're gentle with her.
- The Scientists: She likes most of them, the ones that are nice to her. Who d play with her, snuggle with her, and take care of her.
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Ｌｉｋｅｓ:
✔ Hearing Stories
✔ Telling Stories
✔ Being Creative
✔ Playing Dress up (to a point)
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✘ Being called little
✘ Being underestimated
✘ Being treated like a child
✘ Playing dress up too much
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✯ Enjoys rolling around in flowers
✯ Loves getting her belly rubbed (it's a guilty pleasure)
✯ Sleeps only on her back
✯ She's quite like a corgi in many respects
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Major WIP! Plan on making and getting some art as quick as I possibly can! :3
