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Post by Of Malice and Classified on Feb 16, 2009 23:46:26 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Kila
Age: Just turned 18...god I'm old D:
Activity Level: I plan on being as active as I can, being in my senior year and all ;D
Other Characters: None at the moment
Other Information: The black is Malice's while the navy text is Classified's.
Basic Character Information:
Name: Child 0989
Child 0998
Alias: Malice
Classified
Gender: Male
Male
Age: 26
16
Allegiance: N/A, possibly Pravus if they can offer a save haven... or he may support Mewtwo and the clones if it means safety
Classified is devoted to his brother, and will follow who Malice follows
Position: N/A
N/A
Species: Swellow Bio-Hybrid
Dragonair Bio-Hybrid
Sexuality: Straight
Bisexual
Hobbies:- Fixing things, preferably mechanical things
- Ogling technology
- Building things from scratch
- Aeronautics
- Miming
- Singing, or any other sort of musical engagement
- Taking things apart and putting them back together
- Reading
- Fine Arts
- Learning
- Composing
- Cooking and Baking
- Keeping Malice out of trouble
Likes:- Taking things apart and putting them back together
- Anything musical
- Classified
- Technology, especially complex tech
- Sweet, Spicy, and Sour foods
- Warm sunny days
- Cool, rainy, cloudy days
- Small, cute things that remind him of his brother
- Power
- Malice
- Sweet foods and candy
- Rainy days
- Fine weather
- Cloud watching
- Star gazing
- Pokemon of all shapes and sizes
- Hugs
Dislikes:- Those who threaten and harm those that cannot or are unable to protect themselves
- Those who threaten Classified
- The Doctor
- Abuse of power
- Cruel experimentation
- Being misunderstood
- Being alone
- Being away from Classified
- Molting
- The Doctor
- Mean people
- Those who harm pokemon
- Being lost
- Being alone
- Looking like a girl
- Being frail and weak
Physical Appearance
Information:
Hair Color: Silver-white
Silvery-white
Eye Color: Crimson red
A clear, bright blue
Height: Just a little over 6'2"
5'5"
Build: Well toned
Effeminate
Other Appearance Information:
Malice is, upon first glance, incredibly intimidating. He stands just over 6'2", and is the product of what the Doctor would call "Superior Breeding". He has very fair skin, despite the time he spends outdoors, well toned muscles, and stands tall regardless of who he is with.
His facial features are rather sharp, with his typical expression bordering on blank. His lips are drawn into a slight frown, and his narrow eyes are always fixed ahead. The color of his eyes, which are a rich crimson, paired with his expression, do not ease the nerves of those who meet him. The structure of his face is for the most part, normal. The hair atop his head is a silvery-white, and falls in straight cascading locks down to the middle of his back. It is rather unruly, though, and Malice is never quite sure of what to do with it. He won't chop it off, won't pull it back, so it often times hangs in his face and is just a pain in the butt. He's usually brushing it out of his face or flicking his head to the left like some kind of animal. He's also been known to grow a goatee at times. It's the closest thing to a beard you'll ever see him have, aside from the occasional whisker or two.
The abnormalities of Malice begin when one looks at his shoulders and torso...
He has broad shoulders, pectoral muscles, abs... normal human features. But his left arm is the first anomaly. It is metallic, shining a beautiful silver in light. He has had this arm since he was fifteen...
You see, this is a special kind of metal, a 'living metal'... BioMetal, as it's called.
BioMetal is the Doctor's crowning glory. It functions as flesh, as bone, as whatever cell is injected into it. It works based on the host's genetic code, and will only respond to the host. BioMetal nerves meld with the host's natural nerves... it is a seamless prosthetic, and can grow with the host.
And better yet, it can last longer than normal human body parts. Oh, BioMetal will wear out if not maintained, but the Doctor had certain plans for his Bio-Hybrids...
His left arm looks just like a normal human arm, with the exception of it looking metallic and having red glass gems where the joints would be, segmented fingers, and horizontal lines etched in equal portions across the surface. It is constructed the same as a natural arm would be, bone, muscles, tendons, ligaments, skin; all working together to mimic the real thing. This arm mirrors the right arm's form, thanks to the the intricate construction and BioMetal's primary function.
Protruding from his shoulder blades are two metal plates. These plates are what keep his wings attached to his body. Yes, Malice has two BioMetal wings. They are simply shards of metal held in place by electromagnetism, and are capable of flight despite their appearance. These metal shards come together in the form of feathers, and have been known to molt when Malice is under great stress, leaving nothing but the bare skeleton of his wings. Not to worry, though, these shards will form feathers shortly after 'molting' and can easily be reattached.
Moving on down, the rest of Malice's torso appears normal.
Until you try to punch him in the gut.
You see, most, if not all, of Malice's internal organs have been replaced with BioMetal counterparts. With these organs he can fight for long periods of time without growing tired. Of course the need for energy to fuel such a thing prevents him from doing so on a regular basis. The stress induced by long periods of fighting would be enough to kill Malice, because his body would begin attacking its natural components to fuel the BioMetal's need for energy. While covered in natural skin, Malice's internal workings prevent him from seeing any doctor. He is forced to take care of himself in the event of a serious injury. The last thing he wants is to be dissected by some strange man in a lab...
His legs are constructed of BioMetal as well, starting at the hips. They are constructed like his left arm, intricate and sturdy. BioMetal has replaced bone, tendon, muscle, ligament, flesh, and blood. The same red glass gems that cover the joints of his arm do the same on his legs, the the same etched portions are also visable on his legs. His legs propel him long distances when needed, and can deliver a swift kick... His toes end in sharp talons, which grown and require filing. He tends to delay filing them, for reasons he keeps to himself. (Classified is convinced it's so he can hurt bad people, but shhhh!) The nerves that sense pain are numbed in Malice's BioMetal limbs (can't have a warrior feeling pain, now, can you?). Pain in his limbs comes off as a minor annoyance, and can build up over time until his body is forced to 'reboot' by sending him into a deep sleep for several minutes to an hour.
Malice is more of a comfort over style kind of guy. He's always wearing a tawny-colored waist coat, which happens to be missing its left sleeve, and prefers to keep it open. He never wears a shirt, which is admittedly a bad habit on his part. His jacket also has long tears in the back, allowing his wings to remain folded in a comfortable position. His jeans are a faded black at quite baggy and worn, with holes here and there, especially at the knees.
He chooses not to wear shoes, most likely because of his talons.
Classified is, to put it nicely, the complete opposite of Malice. While Malice is clearly a male, Classified is, well, girly. He is short and has a dainty frame, and, like Malice, has very fair skin.
Classified's facial features are very soft and feminine. This, along with his body, have gotten him mistaken as a girl many times. His eyes are a clear, bright blue with various lighter blue hues to them. This makes them sparkle, and reflect his child-like innocence. His silver-white hair falls in loose waves to the nape of his neck, and strands frame his face as well as hang in his eyes. In typical Dragonair style he has two wings, one above each ear. On the right the wing is covered in soft, white feathers, and is a useful tool for catching Classified's initial emotions. The ear below his natural wing has two silver studs pierced into it, one in the upper ear and the other in the traditional spot. These studs are connected by a delicate silver chain. The left side of Classified's face that is the first oddity. His jaw is constructed of BioMetal, and follows the jaw back to where it hinges, where it forms a synthetic wing above a BioMetal ear. This wing is attached to his head with a red glass gem, identical to the gems used to cover joints. The 'bones' of the wings are simply three BioMetal rods, the top rod being the longest and the bottom being the shortest. Each rod is connected to a thin membrane that's primarily a translucent, iridescent green color. This membrane is known to take on orange-y and yellow hues in the changing light, and the effect is quite dazzling. The rest of his face is left as flesh and blood.
Around his neck Classified appears to be wearing a choker necklace; a blue orb worn on a blue ribbon. In actuality, this orb is attached to him, and the blue ribbon is really just a band of blue skin. This orb serves as a weak spot to him, and when struck it causes him great pain. It was originally meant to give him control over weather, like the Dragonair that he was fused with, but the energy it takes for him to do such a task requires much more energy than he has. There have been a few incidents where Classified has managed to change the weather, but that occurred under a time of stress, and the outcome was less than ideal for both parties.
Classified's right arm is BioMetal, and is constructed in the same manor as Malice's left arm. This is his dominant arm, and despite his lack of physical strength and scrawny appearance, he still can pack quite a punch with his right arm. The opposite arm, his left, is just as scrawny as the right.
The parts of his anatomy that trigger the initial 'female' reaction, after his face, are the slight waist and hips that Classified has. Yes, it's true, Classified has a waist and hips. Not prominent, of course... just slight enough to be noticeable... and recognizable as a feminine feature. When viewed without a shirt on, one can see the silver navel piercing. The ring is simple, just a silver stud with a ruby teardrop. He keeps it a secret from Malice, and not many people know about it...
Unlike Malice, Classified only has one BioMetal leg, and it's his left leg. It too, shares the same construction as Malice's limbs. It is not known if the Doctor intended to replace Classified's right leg as well; the brother's escaped before further experiments could be preformed.
While only one leg is BioMetal, Classified is still quick on his feet. He may not be strong, but he can get in one good kick before turning to run.
Classified's heart and lungs are the only organs that have been replaced by BioMetal. The true masterpiece is his brain. It is entirely BioMetal, and the product of many, many experiments before him. His brain is, essentially, a super computer.
The long process it took to create Classified's BioMetal brain left him with a frail immune system, and when he first left the sanitized lab he was attacked by bacteria and viruses he'd never faced before. Classified is prone to illness, and can be left bedridden for weeks just because of a simple cold. His body is slowly building up immunity to infectious diseases, and is sparred from the more deadly diseases that would kill him due to the vaccinations he received as a child.
Classified's attire only adds to his girly exterior. He wears a black sleeveless shirt made of thin material that hugs his body. While it doesn't cover the gem, it does cover the skin up to the gem. Over it he wears a red and grey striped hooded t-shirt jacket. Occasionally he will wear a pale lavender dress shirt, but only when he chooses to hide his right arm. He will always be seen wearing black skinny jeans and charcoal grey lace up boots.
To hide the gem on his neck, Classified will wear a white winter scarf. It has deep red tassels, with each red tassel moving up to form in intricate swirl pattern. This scarf was made for him by a close friend, and he is rarely seen without it.
Personal Related
Information:
Personality:
Malice is tough, there is no mistaking that. He was bred to be genetically perfect and engineered for strength. He was created to be a weapon used on the front lines, to terminate anyone he was ordered to. He was 'programmed' to obey any command given to him.
But despite all this, Malice is a softie at heart. A giant Teddiursa, if you will. He is extremely gentle, and is absolutely terrified at the thought of breaking anything, or anyone, on accident. He is a man of great self control and willpower, and will only obey the order of people he deems to be his friends (or if you happen to know his number). This happens rarely, as Malice is slow to trust anyone. He is never sure when someone will attempt to use him and Classified as weapons. He would never risk his brother's life...
When it come to fight versus flight, Malice will always choose flight. Even though he could take down those who oppose him, his first priority is to protect Classified. Malice will only raise his fists when backed into a corner, or if Classified has been taken prisoner.
The experiments he witnessed as a young man, and endured himself, turned him a mute by choice. He conveys all his thoughts through action and expression. This makes him an animated talker, and a mime of sorts. This often causes him to be misunderstood, which greatly frustrates him. Thankfully, Classified serves as a translator.
Just because Malice remains silent most of the time doesn't mean he won't speak. When he is posed a question or hears a topic that interests him, he will give a verbal answer. The length depends on his current mood. When he speaks in normal situations, Malice will use short snippets and fragments of sentences. He would sound primitive and caveman-like if not for his lyrical tenor voice.
He is a man of honor and great thought. While he is only a tiny bit smarter than an average human, Malice is gifted with technology. His obsession with it borders on obsessive compulsive, and he can be quite child-like when technology is involved. He has a certain fondness for taking things apart to learn how they work... to the dismay of whoever own the object of his fixation.
He carries himself with grace and confidence, while the memories of his past and concerns for the future slowly eat away at his mind...
Malice is the primary caretaker of Classified, and is quite skilled in cooking and basic household chores.
Classified was created for intelligence, with the mind of a super computer. He chooses to hide his intelligence behind his child-like, innocent nature, fearing that if his intelligence is exposed he will put both himself and Malice in danger.
Classified is very child-like. He is very trusting and carefree, wishing to live life fully. He refuses to let fear rule him. Classified is very clumsy, despite the graceful nature of Dragonair, and has poor balance, often times dislocating his BioMetal knee. He doesn't deal well with pain, and little things can send him tearing up. He is very positive, to the point where it gets annoying. He'll always try to find the best in a situation, no matter how hopeless it seems.
When it comes to violence, Classified loathes it. He values life in all forms. Many think he is a vegetarian because of this, but Classified firmly understands the circle of life. A mother must take a life to feed her young, and so on. He has been known to preform mercy killings on rare occasions, but this is only when he cannot find any hope of the poor creature in question surviving.
He has been known to fight for those he cares about. He'll try to take down his opponent as quickly as he can to avoid harming himself or his opponent. He would much rather talk things out peacefully than talk with his fists. When words do not work he'll run if there's a way out. Flight over fight, just like Malice.
While Malice is quietly staring off into space, Classified is very vocal and in-your-face. He's just naturally curious, even though he knows how most things work... Think of it as a part of his charade. He's incredibly social and thrives off interacting with other people. He finds himself falling depressed in isolation, which is easily cured by a social interaction.
Unlike Malice, Classified cannot cook to save his life. While he enjoys it, he lacks any skill. If Classified made it, you should probably avoid it.
Though he does have a knack for baking.
History:
Every story has a beginning.
But I suppose for this tale I'll have to go back before the beginning. Back to a time when the Doctor was a kind, just man out to improve the lives of countless millions. Back before Aria and Conner fell in love...
The Doctor was a man with great ambition. Science was his passion in life, and he set out to better the lives of people. to use his passion for the common good, that was his goal. He took an interest in prosthetic limbs and organ transplants. And so his research began...
"Please come with me." A synthetic voice urges a small group of people down a narrow hallway. The voice travels along screens, each one lighting up as they move down towards an unlit screen. Upon arrival the large screen hums to life and lights up. The voice speaks out, louder this time. "Welcome, Sir, to you and your body guards." A man in the middle of the group tilts his hat with a nod. "The presentation is about to begin. I apologize for the fragments of information, but many of the files are badly damaged and cannot be read. All recording devices have been disabled for the security of this facility."
Words appear on the screen, being read aloud by the synthetic voice...
"I am a man of science. I am here to better the lives of people. The people of the world! Today I begin my research as a young man with everything to prove and nothing to lose."
"It is here, in this lab, that I have made an important discovery!
A strange metallic compound, that upon the injection of organ cells, will take on the very shape and function of the organ! I have been conducting many tests on this metal, which I have dubbed BioMetal, and have successfully created a human heart. The next step is to transplant this into the donor... These organs can last longer, and are much stronger than the real thing! Think of the possibilities! I alone can extend the life span of countless millions! Mankind can last forever! But testing must be done on humans. Much testing. Tomorrow I set out across the islands in search of subjects. May sylphina carry me safely and may Zacrae watch over me."
"I have discovered that BioMetal grows along with the host. I can now begin my experiments on children to see just how far BioMetal can go...
To do this I plan on recruiting perfect genetic specimens. They will be paired together to produce genetically perfect children for experimentation. They are to live for free at the lab in their own rooms. food and every possible luxury will be provided. Contact to the outside world is strictly forbidden. My research must remain secret!
I have paired many subjects together. Now, I wait..."
"I have created the perfect warrior! True, the child died shortly after, but it is a great step forward! To create a great class of warriors... I will be paid handsomely for them."
"Aria, my most promising female, has finally conceived a child with Conner. They have been in this facility for three years, and had their genetics not been the best I've seen I would have thrown them out! I await their first child eagerly, and will moniter Aria closely.
I will now take you to Conner and Aria's tale as the events leading to Malice's birth unfold...
*sigh* Aria stared at the door to her room nervously. She could feel the Nurses staring at her coldly, just waiting for her to open the door and go inside so they could lock it and get on with their jobs. She glanced back at them, taking note of their wary expressions in the dimmed light. One had her hand on a stun gun, ready to take her down if she tried to run.
"Look, Aria, you really need to get inside. We have a busy schedule and can't sit here waiting for you to compose yourself." The stun gun wielding nurse spoke with a stern tone. "Now open that door and enter willingly or we'll throw you in."
"Sorry... I... I guess I'm just unsure of how to react..." With a nervous shrug, Aria opened the door and disappeared inside, closing the door behind her. How am I going to tell Conner? She leaned against the door and listened to the nurses locking the door. That was life in the compound. Locked in except for examinations. Walks through the compound were with escorts. Armed escorts.
"Aria!"
Conner's voice broke her from her thoughts. She looked up to find her husband looking at her warily from the couch. Her well being was always his concern. He was so kind and gentle... the only thing that made this hell worth it was Conner.
"Conner, I..." She slowly made her way over to him, trying to form her thoughts into a cognitive sentence. She sat next to him and sighed yet again.
Cradling her in his arms, Conner spoke softly, "Aria? What happened?"
"Conner I... I'm pregnant!"
"For real!? We... we're going to... I... I'm going to be a father!?" For a moment Conner didn't know what to say. for three years he and Aria had wanted children. The smile on Aria's face was all he needed to reassure himself that they were going to finally be parents. With words no longer needed, Conner pulled his wife into a gentle kiss.
The following months were filled with examinations. The Doctor wanted to ensure that the child of Aria and Conner would be born. They were all the standard procedure. Ultrasounds and amniotic fluid tests were preformed once a month.
Finally the ninth month came. Malice was brought into the world on May 2nd and given the name Ian by his parents. He was allowed to live with his parents instead of being taken away as other children were. He was raised with love, as any child should be. While he never saw the outside world, he was content with his picture books. The world of pokemon fascinated Ian. He dreamed about going to faraway places, meeting new people... of course he never told his parents this. He knew it would break their hearts if he left.
It was on his eighth birthday that things changed....
"The doctor wants to see Ian? Why?" Aria stood between Ian and the nurse. Her hands were placed on her hips as she stared the other woman down.
"Child 0989 has remained in you care long enough. The Doctor feels it is time to begin his research again, and Child 0989-"
"His name is Ian." Conner muttered from the kitchen. "Ian, come here and help me with lunch." Ian quickly ran past his mother and the nurse and into the kitchen.
The nurse rolled her eyes and continued, "Ian is needed for research to begin. You knew this day would come. Both of you knew the day you signed up. Now, come with me, Ian. It's time to go." Always the obedient child, Ian headed for the nurse.
"IAN NO!"
"Mama... the Doctor helps people, right?" He stopped in his tracks to look Aria in the eyes. "Well... I want to help people too." He walked to the Nurse and held her outstretched hand.
"Good..." The Nurse glanced at her watch. "Come along, Child- Ian. We have to go meet with the Doctor now."
"Bye Mama... bye Dad!" He had to say his farewells in a hurry; the nurse dragged him out the door before any proper good-bye could be said.
The nurse dragged him down a long hallway, past other doors that were all alike except for the number printed in bold. She dragged him past many glass windows, and when he looked inside he saw children sleeping in hospital beds and gowns... some were bandaged, others didn't look completely human. Still he wasn't scared. "The doctor is helping them, right?"
"Mmhm. Look, we're here." She unlocked the door to the examination room and ushered him inside. With a heavy sigh the nurse continued, "Sit on the table and the Doctor will be in to see you shortly." And with that she shut the door behind her.
As a curious child, Ian went to look at the pictures on the wall. He was captivated by a diagram of a skeleton. It was waving, like it was trying to seem friendly. There were arrows pointing to all the different bones with long complicated words that he couldn't understand. He mouthed the words clumsily, turning only when someone spoke to him.
"Ian, right?"
He turned to see a middle-aged man dressed in a clean white coat. The man was holding a clipboard, and that was all he noticed.
"Uh-huh. I'm Ian."
"Well you can just call me Doctor, Ian. Now, let's just get you seated on the table..." The Doctor hoisted Ian up and onto the examination table. "Now, I'm going to show you pictures of pokemon, and I want you to choose your favorite. You know what pokemon are, right?"
Ian nodded and he swung his legs back and forth. "Uh-huh. I know lots about pokemon. I watch league battles on TV all the time! Especially battles with the Champion!"
"And you like watching battles?"
"Uh-huh! I wanna participate in battles one day. Maybe I'll be a Champion one day!" He stared at the clipboard in the Doctor's hands, wondering if the pictures were on it. "Where are the pokemon? I wanna see them."
"Right here, Ian." the Doctor said with a chuckle as he handed Ian the clipboard. "Just choose your favorite."
The boy began staring at all the pokemon on the page. Some were small and cute and others were big and tough looking. They varied in color, type, and form... Some he knew from TV, others were strange to him...
But one pokemon caught his eye. Swellow, it was called. He'd seen the pokemon fight with grace and strength on TV, and knew it would fight until it couldn't fight any more. That was a pokemon worth paying special attention too. Ian put a finger down on the image of Swellow, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "I like Swellow, Mr. Doctor."
"Swellow, huh?" The Doctor looked from the picture to the boy and back. Taking the clipboard from Ian, the Doctor moved to the door and spoke into an intercom, "Nurse 406, please get me the files for Project Malice. Tomorrow my research continues." He turned back to Ian with a grin. "Ian, from now on you will be called Malice."
"Like a nickname?"
"Exactly..."
* * *
Malice lay on an operating table, a mask fixed over his nose and mouth. His eyes were fixed on the lights above. The blinding lights, and the sounds of his heartbeat on the monitor.
"Count to ten, Malice." The Doctor spoke to him. His eyes scanned the people surrounding him, but he couldn't focus. Still, he had to count.
"One. Two. Three. Four. Five... Six............. S-seven........... Eight........." The room began to spin around him.
".........Nine......." His hearing faded.
"....................ten..............." His vision faded to black.
Pain. All he could remember was pain. The procedure used to fuse his DNA with a Swellow's and the rehab afterwords all melded together in his memory.
Now all he could do was rest in his hospital bed, watched through glass by Nurses around the clock. For two years it continued. The rehab, the surgery, the being watched... He now had wings! He could use them, but not for long. He had a sharp sense of sigh and hearing, too. Just like the pokemon he admired...
I now take you to the tale of Classified. While Malice was undergoing his first transformation, Aria and Conner received the news that they were to have a second child. This pregnancy went exactly like the first. Several examinations and tests run through the course of the three trimesters.
Classified was born on January 1st, and was named Andrew. The first six months of his life were normal... until...
"I saw Ian on my way back from my examination..." Aria trembled as she spoke. "They call him Malice now and he... he doesn't even look like our little boy any more! They keep him behind glass in one of those play rooms, and his hair is white...oh and his eyes, Conner! His eyes! They're red! He looked straight at me and knew who I was... but with those wings and those red eyes I... I... I can hardly recognize him!"
"Aria, please! Calm down. Are you sure it was Ian? It could be some other child!"
"Even if it was another child are we going to allow Andrew to suffer the same fate? We can't... Conner, I can't... Dammit! We have to end this!"
"There's no way out, Aria. That was one of the conditions-"
She froze for a moment, the idea, however terrifying, now came into view. "Death... Conner... If we take our lives and Andrew's no one can hurt us again!"
Several moments of stunned silence followed Aria's statement. Conner weighed the idea in his head. They did had enough chemicals to poison themselves, and Andrew, though it would be a slow death... If the child behind glass was truly Ian, then Conner couldn't sit back and let his second son be used as a mad man's tool. "I.... I suppose you're right." With a heavy sigh, Conner looked his wife gravely in the eye. "We have no other choice. It's for the best... I will... see what we have under the sink." He sulked into the kitchen to complete his grim task. Aria spent her time waiting with Andrew. She cradled him in her arms and crooned soft lullabies. Soon it would end.
Conner finally entered the room with a glass in hand. "Drain cleaner and Rattata poison... mixed with punch." He sighed at his own pathetic attempt. "It's not much, but I pray that this is enough to do the job..."
"Conner..." Aria set Andrew on a chair. She extended both hands to her husband and drew him close. "I love you."
"And I love you too, Aria. You made this hell wonderful..."
"And the Doctor has ordered your immediate execution." A nurse stood in the open doorway, pistol cocked and aimed at the pair. "You have been deemed mentally unstable. All imperfect subjects must be terminated." Without hesitation she fired two shots. The first struck Aria, the second bullet found itself lodged in one of Conner's lungs. The two bodies fell to the floor, left to die. The Nurse stepped away from the door, pistol still aimed at Aria and Conner. "Nurse 2873, retrieve the child and take him to the other- Malice, I believe he's called. This child is to be used in Project Classified, and must survive."
"Yes M'am." The summoned nurse quickly gathered the terrified infant in her arms and rushed out of the room to calm the infant.
* * *
Malice, now ten, was playing a board game with one of the many nurses that seemed to live in his play room. At one time there had been other children, but one by one they vanished. He didn't know where they went. Maybe they were back with their moms and dads? He couldn't remember his. He'd been away from them for so long, and all the experiments and tests flooded his mind constantly. He flexed his wings as he moved his blue pawn across the colorful board. A smile spread across his face. "I'm in the lead now!"
"Yes you are." The nurse smiled back.
"Do you mind if we interrupt?" Another nurse entered.
"I mind," Malice grumbled. "I'm winning."
"Well, I have a present for you, Malice." The nurse at the door spoke with a warm smile as she made her way over with the infant Classified in her arms. "Malice, meet your baby brother, Classified."
"I didn't ask for one of those. Can it play games?"
"It is named Classified, and he'll be able to play with you when he gets bigger." She handed Classified to the other nurse. "They're both in your care now, Doctor's orders."
"Can I hold him? My... my brother?" There was a spark in Malice's eyes that both women hadn't seen in months. When the other children were taken he had become so different...
"Just be careful with him, okay? Unlike a toy you can't replace a person," the nurse warned Malice as she set Classified in his lap.
The other nurse muttered under her breath, "Tell that to the Doctor."
When Classified was set in his lap, Malice held the boy's hands and stared at his eyes. They were a stunning shade of blue... like that woman he saw in the hall! She had eyes that color too! "Classified... I... I'll take care of you too." He grinned at his brother's smile.
Five years passed in the lab. Life was peaceful for the two brothers. Classified learned about the outside world through books and TV, and Malice was put on a physical training program. They were happy together. More children came and went, but they were always together. When Malice was still an infant he went through the operations that fused his DNA with a Dragonair, and was often sick. The lab's sterile conditions and filtered air kept him healthy. Classified turned five, and all was going well until one day...
"Hey buddy, why don't you go show me that new toy you've been telling me about, eh?" Malice, now fifteen, ruffled Classified's white hair. "I know you've been dieing to show me."
"Okay! Okay! Just wait riiiiiiight there. Pinky promise." Classified held out his right hand, pinky up, and waited with a pouty lip. Malice chuckled and linked pinkies with him.
"Pinky promise."
Classified turned and ran back to his chest of toys. Sitting neatly on top was a new Vulpix plushie, staring up at him with glass eyes. He carefully picked it up and turned to bring it back to Malice. But what he saw waiting wasn't what he wanted. Three nurses were dragging Malice out, all with stun guns. He was protesting, but something was said to make him stop. They were all talking quietly in the weird way grownups always did. "Big brother?" He was getting closer to the door. Were they...they were taking him away! Dropping the toy, Classified ran for them. "Big brother! You pinky promised!" They were almost to the door, and he was almost there to stop them!
"I'm sorry Classified... I'm really s-" The nurses slammed the door shut before he could finish apologizing.
"Malice! Malice! You promised!" With tears streaming down his face, Classified ran along the glass after his brother. They were taking him away! He ran until the window stopped, and pressed his hands against the glass, like it was the only thing that kept him standing. "Big brother! Don't go! DON'T GO!"
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Pain. It was all Malice felt. He didn't know what day it was. Or the year. Everything melded together. Then in the blink of an eye he was facing a white light. It sucked him up and up until he was thrust into the dark.
But it wasn't dark... there was a light. Turning to look at the light, Malice found himself staring at, well, himself. It wasn't a mirror though. He could see the Doctor and several nurses around him. The doctor asked for a scalpel and cut an incision in his chest. Then the Doctor removed.... his heart!? Stumbling backwards, Malice couldn't believe his eyes. He was dead! Well, nearly dead, he assumed. His body was on life support. From a corner of the room he watched the Doctor tear his insides out and replace it with... with... well, he didn't know. It looked like metal.
After what seemed like forever the Doctor finally stitched him closed. But what he heard next made him feel... worried.
"Take him to a room and monitor him closely. If this doesn't kill him we will go to full limb replacement in a year."
"This shouldn't kill him though, right Doctor?"
"It killed others, but 0989 is strong, and a perfect genetic specimen. I'm certain he'll pull through."
The medical team left, wheeling Malice out on a stretcher. He was forced to follow his body down twisting hallways. Finally he was left to rest in an empty room, hooked up to every kind of machine imaginable. The white light returned for him, and he reluctantly entered his new body.
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How many months had it been? Six? Seven? Classified had lost track of time since Malice was taken away. He spent most of his time by the glass, just waiting for when Malice would come back. The nurses told him Malice was sick and would come back when he was feeling better. But when was that gonna be?
"Sweetie, you should come away from the window. Don't you want to play with your toys?"
"I want Malice!" He stomped the floor and folded his arms across his chest. "I want to see him now!" There were figures nearing the room. He could see their shadows. The melancholy expression on his face soon turned to one of pure joy. "Malice! Malice!" It was Malice, escorted by two nurses back to their play room. The door was opened and Malice walked through. The boy flung himself at Malice, screaming and wailing string of jumbled sentences of joy.
It took a moment for Malice to string together what Classified was saying, but when he did, Malice picked him up and looked at him for the first time in months. "I missed you too. Now... show me that toy."
More time passed. Three years, to be exact. Malice went through more procedures, each one replacing a limb with a BioMetal counterpart until only his right arm remained flesh and blood. Even his wings were replaced. The brothers were able to see each other between surgeries, but it was a lonely life. Malice didn't talk often, in fact, he rarely spoke at all, but he was content with using actions. Actions speak louder than words, after all.
The story picks up on the day Classified is to be taken for his first surgery. The surgery that rid him of his human brain.
"You can't take him! I won't let you!" Malice was in a full blown frenzy. His new, powerful wings were unfurled and spread wide. His hands were balled into fists and his eyes were narrowed. He had been created for battle, and the nurses had no clue what action to take against him. "If you try to take him I will kill you." He kept standing between the nurses and Classified. When one nurse stepped forward he narrowed his eyes and grunted a warning. She kept moving forward, followed by the other two nurses that had come with. Malice lunged forward, ready to kill. His fist was about to make contact with her sternum when someone broke his fit of rage.
"Enough, 0989. Get down on your knees and fold your wings."
He had no choice but to obey the stern command. Malice dropped to his knees with his wings folded tightly behind his back. He looked up at who was speaking, though he already knew who it was. The Doctor stared back at him, just as coldly. "Nurses, get the boy and leave the room. 0989, you will remain here until told otherwise. Understood?"
"...."
"Answer me."
"...Understood."
The nurses went to Classified and led him away, despite his protests.
"Classified!"
But it was too late. Classified and the nurses were gone, leaving just himself and the Doctor.
"0989, you will come with me. With this little outburst you have proven to me that you are far too dangerous to be left in contact with my staff. You will be put in isolation, fed your meals through a slot, and allowed to see your brother once a week. Get up and follow me." Forced to obey, Malice stood up and followed the Doctor out. He was brought down the hall about five rooms. The Doctor opened it, Malice walked in, and it was shut behind him.
The room had clearly been made for him. There was a place for him to work out, with a treadmill, a bench, and other machines. Other than that there wasn't much. A small little bathroom, a cot...
The only contact he had to the outside was a slot in the door where his meals would be put through. With a sigh, Malice sat down on his cot and held his head in his hands. He couldn't save Classified...
He had failed his brother.
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It was strange waking up to an empty room. Waking up to nothing but the sound of your heart beating on a strange machine. It was strange knowing what that machine was and what it did without ever seeing it before. A nurse walked in the room, noticing Classified's open eyes.
"You're finally awake! I'll go get the Doctor."
As she turned to leave Classified spoke out, "My heart's not real anymore, is it? On the inside... I'm like brother, aren't I?"
"For the most part, yes."
Two years passed. Classified spent this time in rehab. His new brain was put through many tests, refined, tested again, until it was finally more competent than an Alakazam's. The brother's had weekly visits, all the while Malice's voice was wasting away.
One more year passed. Classified went through more surgeries, one to replace the Left wing, and another to replace his right arm. He spent much of his time bedridden, dreaming of the outside world. A third surgery replaced his left leg, and his recovery was set.
Classified, now thirteen, was allowed much freedom in the lab. He was allowed to sit and read the Doctor's research, allowed to wander the halls to test his memory... But this freedom would come to be the means of a daring escape. One night, Classified put his plan into action...
Classified looked around the corner for the third time, and sighed inwardly when the coast was clear. He sprinted down the hallway to the room his brother was locked in. Knowing exactly which key opened the lock, Classified quickly opened the door and slipped inside. "Malice! Malice, are you awake? Oh, you better be!" He whispered loudly, fumbling around in the dim light as he did. Malice sat up and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, nodding gravely. Tonight was their only chance to escape. If they waited any longer the nurses would discover that they were missing keys. "All right, we've got one shot at this. Ready?"
".... ready..."
Classified flung the door open and they both burst into the hallway. Classified shut the door and locked it, like nothing had happened, and took Malice's hand before running to the left. He had the compound's layout memorized, knew when the nurses were in each hallway, and how to avoid the Doctor. They kept running, playing a twisted game of cat and mouse. One slip up would spell the end for them. It was worth the risk... Freedom from this life as a tool. Free from their life as weapons! The door came in sight, the door to their freedom! They got to the door, it was a monstrous thing of a door, set in steel with thick bolts and locks. But Classified had all the keys. He was shaking from nervousness. All he wanted to do was get out of there with Malice! "B-brother... I don't have the key for the last lock!" He whimpered softly. "I.... how could I....?"
"Because, you Classified, I have the final key."
Both Classified and Malice froze, panic setting in. The Doctor had found them out? How?
No.... I planned this out perfectly! How could this.... but... NO!
"0989, bring your brother here now. He and I have to have a long, long talk."
Malice could feel it. The command was making his limbs burn. But one look at Classified's face stopped him. The boy looked terrified. Such a look should have never been on his face in the first place! And it was this man's fault that it was there. Malice, for the first time in his life, spoke out against his creator, ".... No."
"What? 0989, bring him to me now."
"NO!" Smashing his left hand into the door, Malice ripped it off its hinges. "NO MORE! Not now. Not EVER!" In a swift, fluid motion Malice flung the door aside and swept Classified into his arms. Rushing outside he flapped his wings and was airborne. For the first time they saw the outside world. It was a crisp, clear night. The air smelled salty and waves crashed against the shore. The lab was on a rocky little island, isolated from the world. "No more..." He carried Classified into the night, flying over open ocean to get as far away from that place as possible...
"That, ladies and gentlemen is all you need to know about the escaped Bio-Morphs known as Classified and Malice. The doctor will pay 1.2 Billion dollars to anyone who brings them back, dead or alive." The synthetic voice addressed the crowd once again. "Sir, please leave your sunglasses on. I will need the rest of you to remove yours for retinal verification." The men and women of the crowd removed their sunglasses, looking around anxiously. There was a flash of bright light, which erased the memories of those who saw it. "Thank you for touring our fine facility. The exit is to your left, thank you and have a nice day."
But the story doesn't end there. No, this tale is far from complete. We pick up where we left off. Malice had been flying for hours, carrying both himself and his brother to safety.
The scene below them had changed dramatically. The open ocean yielded to several large islands. Malice's strength was fading. He hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours, and his body just couldn't keep up with the speed at which he was flying. He began to decent towards a rather large forest with a lake in the center...
"Malice? Are you okay? We're going down kinda fast!" The trees grew closer and closer until CRASH! They hit the canopy. Classified held on to his brother for dear life as they plummeted to the ground below. Branches snapped and tumbled with them as they fell, until they finally hit the ground below. Malice took most of the hit, with his wings pinned below him in an awkward position. Classified had busted his left knee, and was weeping softly.
"Sweet Arceus!" A feminine voice shouted out to them in shock, "Are you okay?" The owner of the voice rushed to them, basket of berries in hand. Malice took this as a threat and quickly jumped up to fight her off. "W-whoa!" She stopped on a dime and held her hands up. "I-I'm not here to fight! Oh, you're hurt!" She reached out the touch Malice's contorted wings and had her hand firmly swatted away. Malice simply stretched out his wings and the metal slid back into place. "Well... uh.... that takes care of you, but what about him?" She pointed to Classified, who was still whimpering on the ground. "Look, if I wanted to hurt you I would have. Step aside and let me help him. you know what, I'm not giving you an option." She stepped around him and knelt next to Classified. "Tell me what's wrong and I'll try to make it better."
"My knee... I... I hurt my knee..."
"Let me take a look..." She took classified's hands away from his knee, and nearly tumbled backwards at the sight of the BioMetal limb. "Uh... Well, it seems to be... dislocated, but... I'm not a mechanic."
Malice nudged her out of the way, shooting her a look that said "Move". He sat down in front of Classified, while the girl held his hands. Looking up at Classified, Malice frowned slightly, his eyes apologizing for what he was about to do. In a swift, twisting motion, he snapped Classified's knee back in place, wincing at the sound of his brother's scream. With the knee now set back in place, he stood up and glared down at the girl.
She wasn't too tall, average height really... a natural tan from working in the sun, honey-blond hair that fell messily to her shoulders... And the peculiar purple ears that twitched whenever he moved. "Espeon?"
"Oh! She's like us, brother?" Classified, having finally quelled his whines, looked at the girl as well. "You're a hybrid?"
"Well, Hybrid Morph, to be exact..." Her cheeks flushed pink as she flashed a sheepish smile. "I'm Brianna... Brianna Minamoto. Who are the two of you?" She rose to her feet, pulling Classified up with her.
"I'm Classified, and he's Malice... My big brother."
"Classified and Malice, eh? Well, you two look like you could use a good meal and a bath. Come on, I'm taking you home with me."
The time that passed was like a dream. Brianna was a kind, gentle person, and vowed to protect the brothers when she learned of their past. She introduced them to many people: Kiran, Keanu, Nikita, Santai, Aleu, Kotoru, Rah-juh, and Kegan, just to name a few. Classified took a liking to Kegan, and vice versa. It was Kegan who gave Classified his first pokemon, a young Vulpix as a Christmas present. The Vulpix was still a newborn with a single white tail... The Vulpix was soon followed by a Riolu and a mischievous little Shinx...
Soon classified wanted to build his own pokemon team, just like Brianna and Kegan, so one night he and Malice slipped out leaving nothing but a good-bye note and a phone number... [/sub] |
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Post by Of Malice and Classified on Feb 22, 2009 0:33:08 GMT -5
Characters Pokemon:
Malice lacks any pokemon, so I'll leave this blank...
Classified's pokemon are as follows...
Name: Amphitrite, affectionately called Amphy
Species: Vulpix
Ability: Flash Fire
Age: 2
Level: 15
Personality: Amphitrite is a fun loving, care free pokemon. While in front of strangers she will hold herself with great pride and elegance, and will occasionally shoot an Ember off at those who treat her roughly. She can be described as the girly-girl of the team.
Attacks:
- Hypnosis
- Heat Wave
- Zen Headbutt (Move tutor, can be replaced with a TM is move tutor moves aren't usable)
- Ember
- Tail Whip
- Quick Attack
- Will-o-wisp
- Attract
Name: Athena
Species: Riolu
Ability: Inner Focus
Age: 2
Level: 13
Personality: Athena is a rough and tumble kind of girl. She's one of the guys, and has no problem talking with her fists. She's a tactical fighter and enjoys a good skirmish. She is very fond of both Classified and Malice and shows her affection in rather odd, violent displays.
Attacks:
- Bite
- Quick Attack
- Counter
- Force Palm
- Endure
- Drain Punch
- Poison Jab
- Low Kick
Name: Hermes
Species: Shinx
Ability: Intimidate
Age: 1
Level: 11
Personality: Hermes lives to cause trouble. He's always getting into things he shouldn't. He dislikes listening to Classified unless it involves a battle, and even then he'll do what he wants to.
Attacks:
- Tackle
- Leer
- Charge
- Roar
- Fire Fang
- Quick Attack
- Thunder Wave
- Rain Dance
Role Playing
Sample:
Clouds rolled away from the thin crescent moon, revealing the hazy halo that surrounded it. This moon and its halo had their reflections fixed in eyes black as sin. The owner of the eyes continued to stare at the moon and its halo. Just staring. It seemed like ages, not to him, but to time itself. Finally, a puffy cumulus cloud rolled over the object of his fixation, and blinking he awoke from his trans. His face, no longer displayed in the harsh contrast of light and shadows, lost much of its sharp, vicious features.
Oh how the darkness could play such cruel tricks.
Lips pulling into a thin smile he ran his claws through strands of silky, shaggy black hair. His hair fell had grown longer. Not to his shoulders, but long enough to hang past his ears and down the nape of his pale, slender neck. He strode through the forest- his forest now. He had finally rid himself of the native pack's interference. They chose to fight against him, and paid with their lives. Now in his hollow, he descended the flight of crudely carved stone stairs, with the light of torches playing orange and gold on his fair porcelain skin. Finally he came to the room that served as his chambers. Tossing his roquelaire aside onto the bed, he shivered. The black piece of fabric was old and worn, coming down only to his knees the ends had become ratty from the days of his youth. Now no longer affected by time he kept it to remember the days long forgotten.
He stretched in a very feline manor, bending his spine back until his hands almost touched the cold stone floor. Springing back up, he vaulted himself to the bed, landing with a muffled 'plop'. How long had it been since he was last here? The scent of Mikani and her lover had faded, but the memory was still quite alive. He allowed his mind to wander to the little she-vampire, and he wondered what became of her.
Of course he knew not. He was not clairvoyant. He was a manipulator.
But oh, how he missed those days. His leave of absence proved detrimental to his overall plans. The WereWolf world seemed to forget that he was their king. The one who would lead them to exterminate the vampire race.
Of course his plans had been set back. Set back by far more than a few months. He would need to gather an army of WereWolves, find himself a harem, exterminate Laurie...
And any who opposed him, of course.
He supposed that is why he marked his return by coming here. Within his rooms of treasures there was a small armory. Right now he only traveled with a few blades and poisons. He needed something far larger. Something that could channel and amplify his powers. Oh, and he knew just the weapon for it. But now his body called for rest. It was a trivial, pointless thing to him. Unless there was a woman with him he found rest to be boring. Always the doer, he was. And so, his eyes closed their heavy lids, and his mind continued to wander...
He awoke several hours later, feeling refreshed, for lack of a better word. With eyes barely open, he sat up and yawned. Within moments his mind awoke, and he quickly jumped into action. Snatching up the roquelaire and throwing it around himself, Rah-juh proceeded down a stone corridor and into his room of treasures. Gold, jewelry, expensive vases, artifacts... you name it, he had it. But this was not what he had come for.
He strode quickly past common thieves would covet and headed to another corridor, this one secret. It was hidden behind a painting, and when moved aside it revealed an unlit staircase. He descended into the darkness, having memorized every inch of the way down. The temperature grew colder, and finally, he hit the bottom. He walked forward in a straight line, until a faint light hit his eyes. It was moonlight, allowed in by several mirrors that reflected the light until the entire chamber was cast in a silver glow. This only happened at night, for during the day the mirrors would reverse and not cast a reflection.
This was the armory. A room stocked with weapons, both blades and guns. He wandered over and nabbed a few guns, just a Tommy gun and a pistol. He stuffed them into holsters and strapped them to his sides before wandering to fetch a blade. sure, he had knives, throwing stars, and daggers with him, but he had come for something special. He was here for a sword he had stolen centuries ago. The sword was a shamshir, sleek and beautiful. The double-edged blade was never dull, and the black hilt had gold engravings on it. But what made the sword interesting was that the gold inscriptions continued up the hilt and onto the blade. This sword was forged to conduct electricity. He would have no trouble wielding it in battle, or exploiting it to his advantage.
"Yes, you will do." He smirked as he grabbed the sheath and blade from the wall. "You will do nicely..." Strapping the sword to his left, Rah-juh turned to walk away. But instead of leaving the way he came, he vanished.
There was unfinished business to attend to.
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