Crone (NC113F)

[Crone (NC113F)]

OOC
Name: Trinity or Wheaty will do.
Years Of Role Playing: A year or so.
How You Found Us: Proboards support, snooping around in another person's looking add.
Sample Role Play With Your Character:
Always, the light was blinding. Their human eyes could not see in the dark, and continually, as they entered and exitted the room, the lights flashed on and off. The room in question was outfitted with a variety of cages, secured against the walls. They were immaculate, the metal of the personal prisons seemed to shine with an unnatural luster, and though the humans who called this god forsaken place their 'job' had grown immune to it, the living creatures behind bars still tasted the bitter smell of antiseptic.

As the lights flickered, some faces would push themselves against the mesh wire, eager for the attention that would come with the lights-- whether or not this attention meant pain. Other faces would retreat to the back of their cages, hiding their sensitive eyes from the light, and doing their best to evade the penetrating gaze of the white coats.

Pushed against the back of one of the largest cages, was a lean humanoid figure. At first glance, the figure seemed nothing more than a semi-starved teenager; closer inspection, however, revealed a long, slender tail, dark to the point of black with swirling gray rosettes, twitching back and forth in a clearly feline manner. Dark ears blended in masterfully with the black matted mop of hair that grew from atop his head, and, if he were to open his mouth, two rows of unnaturally sharp teeth would be visible. No, NC113F, as this thing was numbered, was not human.

Unlike most of the others pressed against the back of their cages, NC113F did not cower. He wasn't afraid of the white coats. They wouldn't destroy him. Though he couldn't read, nor do more than the basics of arithmetic, nor spell 'cat,' he was astute and logical. He was the oldest of the caged like him-- the ones with tails and ears and teeth and claws. The oldest of the slender fingered things that had been gifted with balance and extrordinary reflexes. No. They wouldn't get rid of him. He was a victory for Chimera Corpoations-- and he knew it.

Again the lights flashed on, and the lean male figure flinched. He had never in his life grown used to the sudden change of light and dark-- and he doubted he ever would. A low his escaped his throat, but was quickly masked by an eruption of noise that came synonymous with one thing: the feeding. NC113F rolled his dark eyes. The stale excuse for food that they were fed here unnerved him. What he wouldn't do to be able to stalk his own prey, and find his own food. To strech his legs on more than a chain. He'd do just about anything to acchieve this dream of his.

The food man came through as he always did, depositing the unfullfilling meals into the proper cages. As he stopped outside of the cage labelled NC113F, the human-feline hybrid again gave a low hiss and flicked his tail in aggitation. Like always, the white coat placed the virtually dry cut of meat into his cage and continued on his way, unnerved and contemplating resigning his duties. NC113F was a human-feline hybrid, the first sucess, but he retained more of the feral and animalistic qualities than his younger brothers and sisters. Some said that this was a bad things, that it got in the way of their experiments. Others however, refuted that viewpoint. They saw it as exactly what was needed for the big picture-- what better to hunt a bird than a cat?

Your Character

Back To Basics . . .

Full Name: If he has ever had a name other than NC113F, he doesn't know it.
Nickname: Crone-- He was given this nick name by scientists to use informally because he is the oldest of the feline-human hybrids.
Age: 16.
Birthdate: He doesn't even know what a birthday is. His true birthday is locked away in a file in a computer, and, living in a cage his whole life, he has never celebrated his birthday. If he knew what one was, he'd probably find it pointless anyway.
Gender: Male.
Nationality: He is clearly of Asian decent, though, he doesn't realize this. His true nationality is Korean, though he is unaware of this aswell.

The Beginning . . .

Date Created: November 26th, 1991. It is unclear whether he was changed as an infant, or whether he was born with his alterations.
Created By: Chimera Corp.
Created For: Unknown. He suspects it was to develop better reflexes and balance in humans.
Species Modification: Human-Feline hybrid. (Melanistic Jaguar-- "Black Panther")
Extra Powers: He has the ability to climb any surface, as well as extrordinary nocturnal eyesight.
Allegiance: His allegiance is to himself, though, through his allegiance, he is also aligned with Chimera Corp.

On The Outside…

Height: Six foot seven inches.
Weight: 187 lbs.
Eye Colour: Brown, though, in the proper light, they appear violet.
Hair Colour: A deep chocolate brown that verges on black.
Skin Tone: A deep olive complexion.
Overall Appearance:
Thanks to his feline genes, Crone is naturally tall and lean. Some would go so far as to say lanky-- however, since he has rarely been out of his cage, they don't really have the authority to say. His muscles are compact and fluid, though, at first glance, they appear rather whimpy. They are not large, but, instead, chorded and stringy. Though he is not the image of complete strength, he is wily and, with the power let to him by his jaguar genes, stronger than most all natural humans.

NC113F has naturally olive skin. It is suprisingly smooth for one who spends so much time in the same cage, though, it is probably due to his somewhat freakish need for cleanliness. He has a variety of surgical related scars, particularly on the back of his neck and at various intervals along his spine. The only non-scientific related scar he has streches along his right bicep and down to his elbow in a jagged pattern. He acquired it in his first and last escape attempt when he pushed his arm through the metal siding of the cage, and the sharp edges lodged themselves into his skin.

Crone's hair is dark, midlength and ragged. He has never been able to sit still long enough to have his hair trimmed. Mostly because he doesn't trust having sharp metallic objects near him in general, but especially his ears. NC113F has two pairs of ears-- those of a human and, farther up on his head, the dark rounded ears of a panther. This gives him extrordinarily sensitive hearing which leads to migranes on his part frequently.

Crone's eyes are almond shaped, with deep brown irises that verge on black. In a certain light, that of sunset and sunrise, they appear violet. This sight has seldom been witnessed however, since he rarely sees the outside.

His lips are full and tan, but more remarkable than them, are what is hidden behnd them. Two rows of white teeth, all pointed in the way of a carnivore. His teeth are powerful enough to break the shell of a tortoise without reprecutions. Because of this, he does not eat vegitation, and, instead, prefers meat, and, on occasion, pasta.

Where his spine would normally end, NC113F's spine continues into a long, thin tail. It is covered in black fur with shining rosettes that, from a distance, blend into the short coarse fur. The fur of his tail continues in a dun line up his spine, though, a good deal of it has been removed because of the various surgical scars that exist in place.

All of his phalanges, both fingers and toes, are exceptionally long, with sharp, black nails on them. His nails are thicker and more sturdy than that of a natural human, because they aren't nails so much as claws.

Clothing Style:
Crone's clothing style is limitted, since he doesn't pick his own clothes. His clothes generally consist of typical hospital patient attire-- draw string pants and shirt that is more like a dress. He did, on one occasion, when other scientists came to see him, recieve a rather ratty tank top and camoflague pants. He is always barefoot, and wears no jewelry.

Other: None.
Celebrity: Hyuk Jang.
Picture:




On The Inside…

Likes:[/b
-- Meat
-- The Outside
-- Putting people "in their place."
-- Pain

Dislikes:
-- White coats
-- Cages
-- People blackmailing him or trying to bully him
-- The food that they give him.
-- Weaklings.

Goals:
-- To be on the outside.
-- To put the head of Chimera Corp. in their place.
-- To learn to read.

Fears:
-- Being stuck inside forever.
-- Starving to death.
-- Getting his arm stuck and having it sliced to ribbons.

Quirks
-- Is obsessed with staying clean.
-- Honestly thinks that they won't eliminate him, no matter what he does.

Habits:
-- Has a tendency to continuously flick his tail.
-- Continually pops joints throughout his body.

Bad Habits:
-- Saying mean things to the rest of the pack to "toughen" their spirits.
-- Making sarcastic or laconic remarks in the worst situations.

General Personality:
Crone's life in captivity has made him cold and bitter toward everyone: scientists and experiments alike. Most assume that this also relates to the solitary and independent nature of the jaguar, which, truth be told, it does.

NC113F is quite selfish, in the fact that he is concerned with himself first. His animal instinct of of survival prevails over all other personality traits, which is what lead him to discover, early on, that the company would not dispense of him without some horrific blasphemy to prevoke it. Though his survival is, more or less, secure, he desires to do more than live-- he desires to survive. Because of this desire, he would do anything to be on the outside, including, if it came to it, hunting outside experiments and bringing them to captivity.

Though he cannot read or write or do most math, he is quite clever and logical, which has proved a good asset to him and, undoubtedly will in the future. From it also stems his use of sarcasm and laconic phrase which a good number of the stupider experiments haven't picked up on.

NC113F relishes in pain. He thinks that suffering toughens the soul and spirit, making the person stronger overall. With the pride, he often bullies them a little, just to make sure that they aren't weak. He thinks if someone has a broken spirit, it is because they were brittle in the first place, and are nothing more than a waste of time and flesh.

Overall, Crone is selfish and desperate to be on the outside. He hides his desperation through a mask of apathy and ambiguity, which isn't particularly appreciated among the scientists. Some have spoken to have him eliminated, but, due to his constant improvement and the fact that he is the oldest and clearly the leader, they are currently not considering it.

Where You Come From . . .

Family Members:
-- He does not no who his mother is, and the concept is, overall, foreign to him.
-- His father is also unknown, and, though he feels more drawn to a father than a mother, he remains virtually apathetic about it.
-- He was always taught that the rest of the pride, his pack, were his brothers and sisters. He is, truth be told, more drawn to them than anyone else, but still, he is rather selfish and cares more about himself than them.

Pets: None.
One Good Memory: The first time they let him out on a run outside. It was at sunset and, to this point, is still the best moment of his life.
One Bad Memory: His first and last escape attempt. He thrust his fist through the metal siding of his cage-- the plan to pummel the wall until there was a hole large enough to escape through. When he went to pull his arm back, the twisted and broken edges of the metal caught in his flesh, and severely harmed his arm. They thought for awhile that he wouldn't be able to use it again, but, through the miracles of science it was healed. He remembers this, and fears it.

Brief History:
Some years ago, the scientists of Chimera Corp. began experimenting much in the way that their older counterpart, Itex, was. At first, they began with doing the same tests-- avian, canine. Soon however, Chimera Corp. decided to do some of their own tests. Their Avian hybrids were proving difficult to handle, and, subsequently, they developed a plan. Cats had proven a hearty adaptable species, and, were well known as hunters of birds. What better way to keep their birds in check than with cats?

Soon, attempts to make a feline-human hybrid were in full swing. The tried combining various cats with various humans, attempting to find the right format to produce a strong experiment. The first success soon came, in the form of NC113F, a Korean-Jaguar boy. Time wore on and more joined the group that began to be called the pride. NC113F was still around, though, as later experiments proved, he was more feral than the others who, on occasion, seemed remotely human.

Experiments continued, trying to test the limits that these creatures could reach. Fearful of what true education could bring them if mingled with NC113F, they spent most of their time testing his physical capabilities. After the distruction of Itex, they made a decision to slowly introduce him into mental capacities as well as working as a team with the rest of the pride. So far, he has proven himself the alpha and leader, though, he still lacks the comraderie and group mindset that will be needed before they set the pride loose on the flock.