First off, I'm going to say that this plot borrows many main elements from a favorite anime of mine, Cluster Edge. However, despite many elements and plot points being similar, it is NOT to be considered a roleplay of the anime; the characters of the series do not exist here and never did, and hell, for all I care, your character could even have watched the series (though I'd prefer, if you go that route, that you have watched it as well, for obvious reasons).
Half of the reason I do this is because I want to be different and throw in my own elements...the other half is that next to no one I've met is even familiar with the series, and if I actually based a roleplay FULLY on it...well, it's not fun to roleplay by myself, not to mention it's against the rules. :sweat:

Also, I wasn't quite sure if this belonged in a subforum; it could be modern sci-fi/fantasy (somewhat my original intention), horror, or something else entirely depending on how it goes. If it goes in a subforum direction, then I will not argue if it is moved to the appropriate subforum.

Now that this is said and done, on to the plot!


Story
It was the winter of 2009. Unknown to most people, a major threat had been made against three wealthy countries by an unknown criminal organization. It had seemed to be an empty threat at first; it had seemed too extravagant...but world leaders had no choice but to respond when simultaneous terrorists attacks were launched against ten of the most crowded locations in the world, resulting in a death toll of over one million people.
Many countries responded by secretly undertaking a new project that seemed to blur the line between magic and science. Selective human cloning - taking the strongest traits of many people and combining them to create an ultimate fighter. By the fourth generation (which only took six months to reach, as the scientists found ways to speed up the gestation and growth period dramatically), these cloned soldiers had become stronger and faster than any natural-born human could even imagine someone could realistically be. They had grown strong enough that one could effortlessly tear a car apart in less than a minute, yet they were light enough on their feet that they could leap five-story buildings, and they could run fast enough and long enough to keep pace with even the fastest of planes. But perhaps their most useful "feature" was that they were intelligent - though many didn't recognize it, they were still technically human, even if they weren't natural ones.

In the fall of 2010, the organization behind the attacks was located, and the inevitable war began within a week. It was over almost as quickly as it began, with the cloned soldiers quickly overwhelming the enemy. No one expected anything like them. They were quickly designated "Silver Death" by the enemy; a name derived from the silver color of their uniforms. They were amazingly effective - the result was a speedy victory with fewer civilian casualties than in any war in the past.

As the war ended, production of cloned soldiers ceased, and the many that survived the war were sent to a unique camp designed especially for them...and that was that.

Or so we thought.

In reality, a small group of the scientists had become corrupted by their desire for progress. They didn't want to stop just because the war had ended. They began abducting cloned soldiers from their camp, both to create newer generations from their superior genes, creating one new generation every year, and also to experiment on the existing soldiers themselves. Before long, they also began experiments on natural-born humans as well. Some were willing participants...but others were tricked into agreeing to the procedures, and a handful were even brought in against their will. Treated with mutagenic chemicals, some of the experiments developed supernatural powers, and some developed interesting but most likely useless physical abnormalities...though about half developed serious illnesses or disabilities, and most of them died shortly.

Now, the year is 2015. Five years have passed since the supposed end of the war. And it is just becoming known that a week ago, a large number of cloned soldiers escaped from "the camp" - though in reality, the escape occurred after a power failure at the lab shut down the security system. Many of the human test subjects are also returning to society, making up stories as to where they've been just in case they're found by the scientists. However, the big news now is that the artificial soldiers are walking among us. Some believe they are killing machines and should be destroyed immediately; others are growing to believe they should be retrained to function in society. Some people are arming themselves to the teeth, ready to kill any artificial soldier who comes near them or their families; others are secretly taking them in and retraining them to function in society as everyday humans - and though it is illegal, a few plastic surgeons are even planning on removing the soldiers' production number tattoos, now that they know of the escape. On the extreme end of opposition, a small group of people who know about the human experiments wants to destroy all those who were experimented on, even those who were experimented on against their will.

And because of this massive controversy, a new war seems to be starting. A civil war between those who support the victims of science...and those who fear them.

General Rules

• Follow Mene's TOS! No sex scenes, no harrassing anyone OOC, all that. This is still Mene, all those rules still apply.
• Even if it's NOT to the point of being against the rules; even if it's NOT targeted at one particular user and not quite trolling...just don't be an asshat. Let us ALL have fun.
• Follow the guidelines set forth in the AMP. I shouldn't have to tell anyone twice.
• If your character is an artificial soldier, FOLLOW THE RULES BELOW. That's the way things go for a REASON.
• Mutations are allowed. Supernatural beings who were BORN as supernatural beings are not. No exceptions.
• I'm giving a lot of room for this roleplay to take new direction. Please, do NOT try and take advantage of this fact and take over the roleplay.
• I cannot stress this enough, keep your characters BALANCED. Everyone is going to have weaknesses. Don't like it? Then just leave. This thread is for responsible roleplayers who care about letting EVERYONE involved have fun. That's not gonna happen when somone's character is nothing but strengths.
• Do NOT belittle someone else's character. It's just rude and will not be tolerated.
• Fights are encouraged. Romance is encouraged. Drama is encouraged. Humor is encouraged. Basically, pretty much anything goes, so long as Mene allows it and it's not rude or unfair to other roleplayers.
• PM me your profiles! Do NOT post them in the thread! It's very annoying to have roleplaying interrupted by someone posting a random profile.
• You may have as many characters as you want, just so long as you can keep up with them all. ;)

About Cloned/Artificial Soldiers

• While some cloned soldiers are born through a surrogate mother, most are now created in artificial environments.
• Cloned soldiers are currently born after only one month in the surrogate mother's womb, or two weeks in the test tube. However, new technology may shorten this in the future.
• Cloned soldiers reach the physical maturity level of a 15-year old in only three weeks. In a year, they reach the level of a natural human in their mid-twenties, and are projected to remain in that area for approximately 30 years, though it is unknown whether or not that will be the case.
• The average lifespan of a cloned soldier is unknown. So far the only ones to ever die have died in battle. It is believed that they will live much longer than natural humans, but no one is sure.
• Cloned soldiers DID NOT EXIST until five years ago. The oldest one will be is 5. Ability increases in newer generations.
• Cloned soldiers are not trained to speak. It was believed in the early stages of the project that training the soldiers to speak would result in plans being leaked to the enemy. Unless trained to speak by an outsider, they will not be able to communicate with natural humans unless the person is REALLY good at interpreting improvised sign language.

  --- An exception may be made for those who know a single word or name, if they have a good reason for being able to say it. PM me with with it; I will accept if it's reasonable.
  --- It is not difficult to train a cloned soldier to speak. Most understand English, but just lack the vocal "coordination" to speak more than a single word or a series of monosyllabic grunts.

• The majority of cloned soldiers are male, though females do exist. However, females have an entirely different role in combat - they are created for an idealized appearance and used as decoys. They do have enhanced strength to a degree, but they are far from being able to compete with male cloned soldiers. NO EXCEPTIONS.
• Artificial soldiers do not have names. Under current laws, they are not seen as human, and are not allowed to be assigned legal names. Their legal identification is their production number. However, they CAN be given an alias. For most that recieve an alias, this should happen over the course of the roleplay rather than before, though exceptions can be made if there is a reason.

  --- The production number consists of the factory code (for generations 1-5, this is a two-letter [three-letter in the case of California and Canada - CAL and CAN, respectively, to avoid confusion] abbreviation for their area of origin, each U.S. state and non-U.S. country has one lab; for generations 6-9 and all future generations, this is "NG") and a three-digit number - first digit is the generation number, second and third are production order.
  --- The soldier's production number is tattooed somewhere on their body when they are born. The location is always somewhere that can be hidden, for security purposes, but also is never anywhere that a normal human would find "awkward" (just in case of identity mix-ups).

Rules for Experiments

• If you can explain how the mutation works, you can use it. It doesn't need to be a detailed explanation; just a brief description of the mechanism behind it. If you can't explain it even just a little, sorry, but it's a no-go.
• There is no limit on how many ablities you may have. However, you MUST balance your strengths with equal weaknesses.
• It is not only acceptable, but quite encouraged if a character who has been experimented on is a bit eccentric. It CAN do strange things to the personality.

Profile Skeletons

For Natural Humans

Full Name: (minimum first and last unless there is a good reason for it to be unknown)
Nicknames/aliases: (optional)
Age:
Gender:
Birthdate:
Bio: (Minimum three sentences; doesn't have to be anything wild or anything plain, just as long as it's SOMETHING - memory loss or "S/he'll tell you if s/he feels like it" is NOT a valid bio [though memory loss is acceptable IF there is a good reason and it's NOT used as a crutch].)
Personality: (can be as detailed or simple as you want)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: (Reasonable!)
Weaknesses: (Again, reasonable!)
Appearance: (Either a DESCRIPTION or an image you HAVE THE RIGHT TO REDISTRIBUTE - a generic Photobucket image is NOT ACCEPTABLE; if you really feel the need to use an image but can't draw or can't afford to commission a picture, PM me and I'll draw your character for you. Sorry, but as an artist who regularly posts work online, this is a huge pet peeve of mine.)
Other Details: (just other little things we need to know)

For Experimented Humans

Full Name: (minimum first and last unless there is a good reason for it to be unknown)
Nicknames/aliases: (optional)
Age:
Gender:
Birthdate:
Bio: (Minimum three sentences; doesn't have to be anything wild or anything plain, just as long as it's SOMETHING - memory loss or "S/he'll tell you if s/he feels like it" is NOT a valid bio [though memory loss is acceptable IF there is a good reason and it's NOT used as a crutch]. Should also contain information on how s/he ended up an experiment.)
Personality: (can be as detailed or simple as you want)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Year Experiments Started: (2011-2015)
Strengths and Powers: (Reasonable!)
--- Other Mutations: (optional)
Weaknesses: (Again, reasonable!)
Appearance: (Either a DESCRIPTION or an image you HAVE THE RIGHT TO REDISTRIBUTE - a generic Photobucket image is NOT ACCEPTABLE; if you really feel the need to use an image but can't draw or can't afford to commission a picture, PM me and I'll draw your character for you. Sorry, but as an artist who regularly posts work online, this is a huge pet peeve of mine.)
Other Details: (just other little things we need to know)

For Artificial/Cloned Soldiers

Production Number: (this is to be UNIQUE; no one else should have the same production number! CHECK THE ACCEPTED PROFILES FIRST!)
Alias: (In most cases, this should be added LATER)
Generation: (1-9; generation 10 is in prodution)
Gender: (most should be male)
Record: (equivalent to a bio; up until the recent discvery, no cloned soldier ever had much of a life outside of fighting)
Personality: (Remember, most cloned soldiers have had little to no expoure to normal society until now)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: (generation 9 is the strongest, generation 1 is only slightly above human - strength increased dramatically from generations 1-3, and continued to increase gradually from generations 4-9)
Weaknesses: (Even artificial soldiers have them.)
Appearance: (Either a DESCRIPTION or an image you HAVE THE RIGHT TO REDISTRIBUTE - a generic Photobucket image is NOT ACCEPTABLE; if you really feel the need to use an image but can't draw or can't afford to commission a picture, PM me and I'll draw your character for you. Sorry, but as an artist who regularly posts work online, this is a huge pet peeve of mine.)
--- Tattoo Location:
Other Details: (just other little things we need to know)

Accepted Profiles

Natural Humans

Originally Posted by Fullmetal Phantom

Full Name: Masato (雅人) Lee
Nicknames/aliases:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthdate: October 7, 1990
Bio: Masato was born in Yeosu, South Jeolla, Korea. His father was a native Korean, his mother half Japanese, half French. He lived a fairly normal and uneventful life until age three (save for a nasty accident on his third birthday), when his parents separated due to irreconcilable differences - they still remain friends, but found themselves unable to continue as a couple as it became obvious that their ideas on how to raise a child differed too wildly. His young mother returned to Japan for the next year, taking Masato with her. A year later, the two were sent to France so that Masato could meet his great-grandparents, and also so that his mother could help them around the house.
His great-grandparents died peacefully of old age two years later (his great-grandfather passed three months before his great-grandmother), and left his mother the home decor business they owned. Shortly after the ownership change, problems arose with shipping to the U.S., which forced the two to "temporarily" move to the U.S. to resolve them...
But as it turned out, both grew to greatly enjoy living in the U.S.. By the time Masato had turned 10, both were officially U.S. citizens.
Masato had great difficulty in school at first, as he didn't speak ANY language as well as most American fourth graders spoke English. However, having been forced to learn other languages in the past taught him enough tricks that he was able to catch up to the "average"-level students within five years. His past language studies had also taught him about analyzing things and situations (as he had always been analyzing patterns in words and speech), so when it was officially announced that soldiers were being selectively cloned to fight instead of natural-born humans, he was one of the first to find himself questioning whether or not it was morally right.
Personality: Some people have thought him to be bipolar, though in reality he just has multiple "sides" to his personality. He ranges from being a calm, quiet, intellectual type one day, to a loud, wild, and rather childish type the next. Either way, he deals with people well, as long as they don't pester him about his eye or his accent.
Likes: Music, reading, science, travel, friends, most animals
Dislikes: The color green, nosy people, the sun, extreme temperatures, lizards, fried foods
Strengths: Masato is significantly stronger than he looks. Due to his high strength and low body weight, he is also capable of running for long distances. He is also a great analyst with fairly good debating skills.
Weaknesses: Despite his surprising stength, his small build still means that he is eaily injured. Due to his missing eye, his depth perception is very poor and he has a massive blind spot. He is also deaf in one ear and quite squeamish.
Appearance: http://fullmetal-phantom.deviantart....e-WIP-91703355 Masato stands about 5'9", and weighs about 130 pounds, mainly muscle. His skin is just dark enough to tan; he usually avoids sun exposure because he prefers having lighter skin. His hair is naturally jet black, though he has some lighter highlights near the top and front of his head which range in shades from medium brown to platinum blonde. His hair, at its longest point, reaches his waist, though most of his hair is cut fairly short. He parts it on the right side, with most of it spiked toward his left side - cross him, and he will likely stab you with it. He wears an eye patch over his left eye; his remaining eye is naturally dark brown, though he frequently wears a colored contact lens to change it. His right eyebrow is pierced twice, his right ear is pierced five times, and his left ear is pierced in seven places. He plans to get more fairly soon. Ordinarily his clothing is fairly simple - the basic T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers in favrious colors. However, he almost never goes outside without a jacket; the only exception is if it's overcast but still moderately warm, or a warm night. He has many jackets, in various styles, ranging from simple to extremely elaborate. What he decides to wear depends on his mood and the weather.
Other Details:

• Masato was in an accident on his third birthday that cost him both his left eye and the hearing in his left ear. He was playing in a park, and as his parents argued over whether or not they should allow him to continue playing in the area where he was, he decided it would be fun to try climbing a tree. However, the fact that he had the coordination and judgement of...well, a three-year-old, caught up with him, and he fell from the tree and landed in a thorny bush. A branch was forced into his eye (he still considers hmself lucky it didn't go into his brain), and a thorn from the bush ruptured his eardrum. This incident was what first sparked his parents' separation. He also believes it may be part of what sparked his fascination with piercings.
• Masato can sorta-kinda-not-really play the violin - his great-grandparents encouraged him to learn, and though he never really enjoyed it, he stuck with it for them, but he never got very good due to his lack of dedication. He does, however, play the drums moderately well, and frequently backs up Hideto for performances.
• Masato's vision in his remaining eye is very poor; he considers himself very lucky that it's wide enough for him to easily put a contact lens in. Uncorrected, he can't read more than the second line on a standard eye chart.
• Masato does not remember more than a few basic words and phrases in any of his first three languages (Korean, Japanese, and French). Hideto has taken to helping him relearn some Japanese, however.

Originally Posted by Fullmetal Phantom

Full Name: 藤原秀人/Hideto Fujiwara
Nicknames/aliases:
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthdate: April 4, 1993
Bio: Hideto was born on the day of April 4, in Okinawa City, Okinawa Prefecture, Japan. He was born a month premature...or more accurately, forced out when his mother was in a fatal car crash. Hideto has always had a reputation for being very unlucky, both because of his history and his birthdate. In school, he was often referred to as a "god of death" by his classmates, and many of them went out of their way to avoid him. Some ridiculed him, but most just kept their distance. At least 50 people have been in severe accidents because of his presence, seven of whom died. He always seemed to excel at being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was often in trouble with someone or other. For this reason, he had started with various forms of self-defense training by age seven, and his father secretly taught him how to shoot at age ten, after a particularly frightening incident.
Hideto has played the guitar since shortly after turning four years old - he became set on it shortly after his true fourth birthday, and was given his first guitar by his father as a "birthday present" in June. After a few months, he grew frustrated and wanted to quit, but right when he was about to, one of his favorite guitarists died, and so he continued in his honor. To this day, he wishes that push would have come some other way.
Hideto's father works in marketing, and in late 2005, had to move to the U.S. because of his job. Not wanting to leave Hideto with another relative, he brought him along. Yet all these years later, he still hasn't been able to escape his "death god" reputation; many of his first friends from when he moved have been in serious accidents because of him, and he wonders if they may have "lost touch" on purpose.
Personality: Pretty quiet around strangers, but grows restless quickly. Pretty hyper around friends or when he's alone...or just whenever he knows he won't offend anyone by acting crazy. Has great difficulty expressing displeasure with others, though when it finally does get out, he can grow quite mean. This only happens when smeone tries to hurt him or one of his friends, however. He also idolizes a particular guitarist to the extent that some wonder if he has a crush on him (he doesn't), though he isn't creepy-obsessive (unlike a former classmate of his). He is also very accident-prone, and enjoys joking about it whenever something happens that isn't too serious.
Likes: Music, meeting new people, sweet foods, traveling (ironically), art, almost all things crazy and overly elaborate.
Dislikes: Reading (he's very slow at it), his birthday, long car/boat/plane trips, cockroaches, being accused of being a death god, cockroaches, his day job (he works as a waiter)
Strengths: He is good at making friends, and also excellent at creating a diversion. He is very agile, and has high endurance.
Weaknesses: He's a bit of a klutz, and tends to trust way too easily. Also, he is not particularly strong due to his small size, and is easily injured. He is also a bit obsessed with his own appearance - he doesn't mind getting dirty, but he has a terrible fear of developing scars.
Appearance: Please note that the following pictures are from when he was 14-15. He still looks pretty much the same, though.
http://fullmetal-phantom.deviantart....Sheet-88720067
http://fullmetal-phantom.deviantart....ideto-74776733
http://suggii.deviantart.com/art/03-12-08-79820704 (commission from Sachuu)
http://frzdragon.deviantart.com/art/...antom-82984102 (RL commission)
Other Details:

• First met Masato about five years ago. Damn near had a heart attack when he learned his name.
• Hideto is straight, but sometimes likes to pretend otherwise on stage (he is a small-time musician on his days off).
• There's a ton of information on that first picture link.

Experimented Humans

Originally Posted by Cows Go Moo

Full Name: Reira and Fred Duvaux
Nicknames/aliases: None
Age: 16
Gender: Male and Female
Birthdate: February 1, 1999
Bio: Reira and Fred were born as twins and lived a somewhat normal life or normal as things could be. Neither of them had any involvement with the war, though an uncle of theirs was of the scientists involved in the cloning experiments. They were pretty close to him, spending part of their childhood babysat by the man. What they didn't expect though was that they would both be taken to the lab where they were injected with different drugs and strains of DNA until one of them died, Fred. A year later and Reira was still alive, but heard Fred's voice in her head and even conversed with him at times. For the most part this helped her retain her sanity, but one day she was injected with a chemical that was supposed to completely mutate her DNA, but instead she had almost passed out and turned into Fred and that was also a week before they or rather Reira escaped.
Personality: Both are rather solitary, preferring the company of their twin, but that's one of the only things they have in common. Reira is nicer and won't be as social. It takes a lot to get her mad and when she is sarcastic. Fred is more social and straightforward. He also has a short temper, easily able to snap at you.
Likes:Reira: Eating, Track, Playing Cards
Fred: Sleeping, Reading, Money
Dislikes: Reira: The color Orchid, People who take themselves too seriously, Needles
Fred: Failure, Watermelons, Perfectionists
Year Experiments Started: 2011
Strengths and Powers: Reira can transform into Fred and vice versa. Reira also has slightly enhanced speed and Fred can see through solid objects
--- Other Mutations:
Weaknesses: Despite having enhanced speed Reira's endurance is that of an unhealthy teen. Fred can't see through things more than half a foot thick or anything radioactive. Also, If you kill Fred, you kill Reira.
Appearance: Reira has fair skin from a lack of sunlight and gray eyes. Her hair is cut in a medium length, ending at her shoulders and colored brunette with lighter bangs. Her frame is slender, her muscles not very defined. She usually wears her hair down along with a short sleeved blouse and a hooded jacket on top. Moving down, she wears a pair of dark washed jeans and a pair of blue, high top sneakers.

Fred's hair is darker, almost black and is usually spiked up. His eyes are also gray and his skin is fair as well. He usually wears a red t-shirt with a gray long sleeve layered under. His jeans are slightly faded and he tends to wear white sneakers (which he hates when people step on).
Other Details: None

Originally Posted by Fullmetal Phantom

Full Name: Derek Atherton
Nicknames/aliases:
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthdate: November 27, 1993
Bio: Derek's life was fairly uneventful until early 2011. He lived with his parents and his sister, they rarely had any problems. His sister was the one with the "interesting" life - due to problems she had in public school, she was sent to an all girls' private school. April 18, 2011, Derek grew very curious about this school, as his sister constantly talked about how great it was...but unfortunately, boys weren't allowed, even to visit except on designated days - which always coincided with events he had to go to. However, he was just stubborn and crazy enough that he decided to get around this issue by raiding his sister's closet, dressing as a girl, and walking right in without speaking any more than he had to in order to identify himself as a visitor.
His sister was huge on Lolita style and J-music, whereas he...really wasn't, but he figured that at least the five-layer dresses his sister seemed to love would make it easy for him to pass for a girl. He decided on taking one of the dresses that would be missed the least if his sister got home before he did (and one that would be less easily recognized in case she saw him there), which turned out to be a basic black and white classic Lolita dress that hadn't been worn in so long she'd probably forgotten she had it. And it even had a matching purse!
The plan seemed to be going well enough for a little while, but eventually he was spotted and heard by a scientist, who decided that he was most likely just crazy enough to go along with an experiment if he worded it correctly...
And he was right.
Shortly after Derek's confinement began, he found that the purse he had stolen contained an old mp3 player that was believed to have stopped working, but it started working again when he accidentally dropped it...and since he didn't really have much else to do, he started seriously listening to his sister's music. And he liked it. Eventually it was noticed by one of the nicer scientists (who was no at all unlike his sister) who began showing him more music to help pass the time in confinement, as she knew that life in the lab had to be boring...but due to the need for progress, she still refused to let him outside or near any form of communication himself. Eventually he grew to be a huge J-music fan himself, even more so than his sister...and actually got used to wearing the dress.
Personality: Derek is a totally different person now than the person he was before he was taken in for the experiments. Whereas he used to be loud and rather closed-minded, he's now very quiet and is willing to try anything once. Although really, most of the reason he rarely speaks is because it tends to surprise people when they hear his voice; he actually has a hard time shutting up when it's only his friends around. He likes making new friends and meeting new people, but he will NEVER be the one to approach someone else first - he needs to either be forceably paired with someone or have them approach him first.
Likes: J-music, alternative fashions, drawing, painting, strawberries, chocolate (and most other sweet foods), money
Dislikes: Pineapple, judgmental people, being forced to approach others
Year Experiments Started: 2011
Strengths and Powers: Can shapeshift. Aside from that, he's still almost completely average, physically.
--- Other Mutations: The experiments turned his eyes purple.
Weaknesses: Sometimes loses control of his shapeshifting ability, causing him to turn into the image of whoever was on his mind. Also...have YOU ever tried running in heels?
Appearance: http://fullmetal-phantom.deviantart....s-Who-76792929 - eyes are purple (were gray before the experiments began); hair is dark auburn-brown.
Other Details: Derek plays the guitar, though he was never particularly good at it and is now very out-of-practice.

Artificial/Cloned Soldiers

Originally Posted by Fullmetal Phantom

Production Number: AZ382
Alias:
Generation: 3
Gender: Male
Record: Dispatched early in the war. Returned with 18 kills and 20 assisted kills "under his belt." Was among the best in his generation at moving quietly; all but two of his kills were the result of sneak attacks. Escaped last week, believed to be hiding around a nearby town.
Personality: If small children were soldiers, you could call him "childlike." In many ways, he is. Of course, in other ways, he's anything but...he could probably be compared to the generic creepy little kid in a horror movie.
Likes: Playing games, simulated combat, small animals
Dislikes: Secretly dislikes real combat, but goes along with it because it's what he was created for. Also hates vegetables.
Strengths: Moves very quietly. his speed and agility are also roughly equivalent to the average of generation 6.
Weaknesses: Due to his large size, he is an easy target. Without intervention, heals even more slowly than a natural human (though he responds well to treatments); often needs intervention with larger open wounds to keep from bleeding to death. Rather naive; is unaware of the bias against cloned soldiers in the real world. Also, he's terrible at keeping secrets even WITHOUT the ability to speak.
Appearance: Stands about 6'2" and is quite muscular, with fair skin and well-kept dirty blonde hair with just a slight hint of red tone, which reaches to his mid back at its longest point. Since escaping, wears a black T-shirt and torn black jeans (which he found in a dumpster and washed in a nearby creek) and the brown boots that were a part of his uniform. Has a large crescent moon-shaped scar across his left eye.
--- Tattoo Location: Back of left shoulder
Other Details: Can say the name "Damien" - it was the name of one of the more caring scientists who often oversaw experiments involving him.

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Hideto and Masato sat on a park bench, going over plans for a small show they were putting on later that night. Hideto lightly tapped his pencil against his notebook, sighing slightly as two girls walked along the path behind them, pointing and giggling and whispering something about "boyfriends." As they passed, he groaned and grasped his head, exasperated.

"Hideto...if you want people to believe you when you say we're not really a couple, then we have to cut the fanservice-shock stuff. We're not in Japan anymore," Masato said, laughing softly. "No matter what any two people try and do...no matter how hard we try to make our inspiration known...the fact remains, this country has a whole different set of social standards."

"Yeah, I know, but...we don't exactly have a lot of fans, and the ones who do like us seem to like us because we're 'not afraid' of things like that...and I don't want to work as a waiter my whole life! I don't know what's worse - the threat of losing the few fans we've got...or having to face the rumor mill as it stands," Hideto groaned, marking down a switch in the order of a few songs. "And that reminds me - we have to make sure this show wraps up before 10:00. They want me at work at 8:00 tomorrow morning."

"Ouch," Masato replied, wincing. "And you've got a point there..." He paused as he spotted someone kneeling down by the side of the pond. It was a tall, muscular man with hair almost as long as his own...he seemed to be washing his shirt in the pond. He would have assumed him to be a hobo...but no, he looked way too "refined" to be a hobo. Something struck him as odd about the man, though...

His answer came as the hair fell away from the back of the man's left shoulder. 'Oh god, please tell me my contact lens is drying out...' he thought as he closed his eye tightly, blinking repeatedly before looking again...but it was still clear as day. A tattoo, reading "AZ382." An artificial soldier's production code.

He leaped up from the bench and grabbed Hideto by the arm as he darted behind a nearby tree. "Hisomero!" he commanded as he crouched down to avoid the top of his head being seen between two branches.

"Masato...ittai nande...?" Hideto replied, peeking out from behind the tree at the kneeling figure. He knew something had to be going on; the only time Masato ever spoke Japanese was when something had to be kept between them. Suddenly, he felt himself pulled back.

"Don't go out there, he'll see us! That's an artificial soldier!" Masato replied in a harsh whisper. Hideto raised an eyebrow and peeked around the tree again, now even more curious than before. Why would a cloned soldier be here?

The soldier stood up and turned to see the two hiding behind the tree. Growing flustered, he wrung out his shirt and threw it back on, running off into the wooded area surrounding the park and wondering why the two young men had been staring at him so strangely.

Reira sat on the swing, lazily going back and forth as she observed two people from afar. Where do I know them from? Fred shrugged inside her mind, not knowing himself. Beats me. Maybe you just saw him at a restaurant or something. She pushed off the swing, leaning back when she swung higher. She decided not to dwell on the thought, rather just watch everything else. Her eyes moved to a man who was washing his shirt in the pond, that was normal. So why did those two boys go and hide behind a tree? People these days were weird. I wouldn't say that, we're pretty odd ourselves.

"Great, he saw us...come on, lets get back home. Now!" Masato whispered, grabbing Hideto by the wrist and running through the park. His heart pounded in his head, as he thought about what it could mean if they were walking the streets...just one of the reasons he believed they should never have been produced.

Hideto followed along, quickly growing tired from trying to keep up with Masato. "What's wrong!? I don't get it...he didn't seem dangerous..."

"Hideto, artificial soldiers are DESIGNED to kill people! We don't know what criteria they use to determine who's the enemy! For all we know, looking at him like that could have turned us into targets!" Masato exclaimed, running past a swing set. Hideto followed, not even noticing the swing set as he ran. Suddenly, it caught him, and he found himself lying on the empty swing as it went up, grasping it as it went down and flipped him over onto his back. Next thing he knew, he had crashed into the ground.

Masato returned, raising an eyebrow. "I thought I was supposed to be the one with no depth perception..."

Reira slowed down the swinging, bringing it to a slow motion. She topped though seeing two guys run towards her and the other swing set. The first guy with an eye patch had been able to avoid running into anything, but the boy with the blond patch of hair had flipped over. Wow, clumsy much? Says the guy who forgets to tie his shoelace. One time I do and you never let me forget about it. Fred sighed inside Reira's mind, shaking his head. She tried to smiled though it was hard as she got up from the swing set to go help the boy who tripped over. "Uhh you okay?" She titled her head, looking at him.

"Did you get the license plate number of that truck?" Hideto laughed as he pulled himself back up onto his feet. "I'm okay...sorry about that..."

"Yeah, sorry...I think we'd better be going now..." Masato sighed, not wanting to say anything about the artificial soldier.

"Masato, I think we'd be safest in public...remember, there are people who will shoot one of them if they notice them!" Hideto said. Masato flinched; he really didn't want to say anything in front of another person...but as he thought about it, Hideto was right.

"Yeah...yeah, he probably wouldn't want to be spotted...if he has it in for us, he'd probably wait until we got home..."

The artificial soldier watched the group from the bushes. He couldn't figure out why the long-haired boy seemed so scared...nor why the girl looked so familiar. He could swear he'd seen her somewhere before...but where?

He found himself wishing he could speak...maybe then he could approach the group WITHOUT seeming like a neanderthal.

"No sorry." Reira watched him get back on his feet, nodding. "It's fine." She turned over to Masato, raising an eyebrow at the words "Artificial soldier". Artificial soldier? I thought we'd seen the last of them after we or you escaped. I know. That explains why the two were running from that man though. Were they really afraid that they would get shot? I guess that they are pretty scared I would be too if I couldn't run from them. Where is he anyway? Reira looked around, sighing when she couldn't find him.

((Sorry for not posting sooner; I've been hoping one of my friends would join and didn't want her to get left behind. :sweat:))

Masato flinched as he noticed the girl looking around, as if searching for something. 'Shit...did I say something out loud? What a lovely mess I've gotten us into...' he thought,kicking himself in his mind and really hoping it was just a coincidence and she was looking for someone she knew.

Hideto laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 'This kind of thing has happened how many times? And I still don't know how to react...' He sighed slightly as he brushed some dirt off the side of his shirt, then faced Reira again.

"Anyway...um...it's nice to...meet you?" he muttered, laughing nervously.

((It's fine.))
Reira raised an eyebrow, seeing Masato flinch. EHat was his problem? He's probably just one of those people who doesn't talk to strangers. Like us? Well yeah, but we can't help it. She turned to Hideto who also seemed to be having sort of the same reaction. Obviously they had meant to hide something. If they were, they weren't doing very well. She wouldn't bring it up though, at least not now. "Heh, yeah. I'm Reira." SHe responded in a slightly awkward tone, feeling unnatural with talking to someone or some people she didn't know that well.

"Heh, sorry...no matter how many times I end up in awkward positions like this, I just...never know how to react," Hideto laughed as he noticed that Reira seemed to think he was hiding something. No, he had nothing to hide...but why was Masato so nervous? Everyone knew the soldiers had escaped, right?

"Anyway, I'm Hideto...and this is my friend, Masato," he said, gesturing toward Masato as he introduced him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Masato said, rather quietly. He knew his fear was probably irrational...but he couldn't keep himself from getting mental images of being attacked by the man in the bushes.

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Reira smiled. "I see, I guess I can sort of relate." Well yeah since you've pretty much tripped over your shoelace before. Like you haven't? Fred responded in an ellipse, not wanting to answer. "Nice to meet both of you too. I'm Reira." She was still slightly suspicious of him, though she didn't know why. Maybe it was natural or because Masato had flinched. You know what they say about assuming. Well you've made an ass out of yourself before. Whatever. Yeah, that was the line proving that she won. It was what you said when you couldn't come up with a better response. Ignoring that, she got back on the swing, sitting down and gripping the chain hanging from the top.