NAME: Dravius Wolfe
AGE: About 16, maybe a bit younger.
GENDER:Male
SPECIES (percent human and percent animal DNA): 96% Human, 4% White...bird. I dunno.
PERSONALITY: Dravius is very depressing, and is pretty self abusive. The ends of his fingers are in ruins, and his wings are more red thatn white, beacuse he tends to pull out his own feathers when he is anxious, which is most of the time. He can have a few bright moments, but not very often. He's a theif by heart, and has a lot of hidden skills, like lock-picking and math. (And I can't do either in real life.)
DEION (if you do not have a picture): Eh,, up top, but he doesn't have a tattoo.
NOTABLE ANIMAL FEATURES (only fill out if your character is mostly human): Dravius was a product of tinkering with where the DNA was inserted, and in what stage of life. He has two set of white wings, and they are capable of operating independantly. The bottom set are substantially smaller than the 16 feet long top ones.
NOTABLE HUMAN FEATURES (only fill out if your character is mostly animal):
SPECIAL ABILITIES (remember, keep it realistic - a bear/human hybrid cannot fly or turn invisible):Uh, he can fly, he's good at math, and he can pick a mean lock. With the right tools, of course. He doesn;t just point a wand at it and it opens.

WEAKNESSES: Uh, well, the little depression problem, and most of his ribs healed wrong, making it difficult for him to get his breath after runnig, or really any physical exertion. He also is a little fearful of new places, and has a long fuse, but goes absolutly nuts if you bug him enough. 

PAST : Dravius was an egg donated to the School, and was "Born" to one of the female scientists. He actually lived as a bit of a lab pet for his first few years, until the director got tired of him runing around and broke most of his bones, just before tossing him into a nice comfortable cage. He's prety much been in the same place ever since.
OTHER: Hey, don't stick that needle there! -Smacks-

(( wow, i hate my computer, i was almost finished typing up my bio, and it refreshes! *growls* i have to retype the whole damned thing, plus my mom wants to get on...
*sigh* i'll post as soon as i possibly can ))

ooc; aw sweet bio

take your time scourge

Yay! join Det!

     It was a hard life, but it wasn't like they had any choice in the matter. The scientist were there, had been there, and will no luck, would always be there. They had nothing but skill, the strength of their bodies, and hope to keep them going. With all luck, they would escape. How they would survie then, well, that was not really their top priority.
 
     Vare sat in the darkness. It was dank, it was sinister, but it was far better than light. In the light, everyone would see, see him, and his wounds. He was a trouble maker, so he often got himself punishments. He stretched his wings, trying to unfurl them in the small cage. He was tired, he was hurt, and he was hungry.

     Being tortured by the scientist evil "experiments"  was bad, but being denied food was worse. Without food, he had no strength. Without strength, he could not break out, which was the one thing he longed for. To fly freely, to feel the wind in his hair, and know no one was timing him, or measuring his heartbeats from the ground. Vare sighed, the life was bad, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

     Cama tried to wring the wetness from her hair, but it wouldn't dry out. Of course, the dampness of the room didn't help. Oh! For christ sakes! Why was she worrying about her hair being wet were they could all be dead tomorrow! She laid her head down on her lap. Nothing was getting better, it was all getting worse.

     Cama needed a way out, and fast. She hummed softly, a haunting tune of her own composition. It carried far, her pitch was soft, and dangerous. Cama always pictured the scientist, laying on their expensive beds, shying away from the walls, afraid of the ghostly music. She grinned. Life was a little bit better.

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