[hr][hr] [center] [url=https://postimg.org/image/l6xhrldmv/][img]https://s31.postimg.org/l6xhrldmv/Untitled_1.png[/img][/url] [h2][color=fff79a][b]Name[/b][/color][/h2][h3]Lucas Emile Björk[/h3] [h2][color=fff79a][b]Age[/b][/color][/h2][h3]21[/h3] [/center] [hr][center]««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»»[/center][hr][h2][color=fff79a][b]Appearance:[/b][/color][/h2] [hider=--Short version--] Body type: Skinny Height: 1.65m Hair Col: Gold-ish white Eye Col: Sky-blue Skin Col: Pale Clothing: White shirt, black/gray vest, black jeans, black leather shoes, earring, 15 bracelets(so far) Others: bitten nails, stand/sit straight, found staring into nothing a lot, loner except with animals, think a lot but silent does talk with animals [/hider] [hider=--Long Version--] I used to look pretty good a year ago, was pretty healthy, nothing hurt, my spirits were up and enjoyed being social. But...after Dr. Whitney's experiments..everything started changing...towards a less pleasant version I started losing weight, a lot, i'm quite skinny right now, stopped growing at 1.65m, my hair used to be caramel color, now it turned into white, well gold-ish white ... i kinda like it to be honest, my skin also turned really pale, i'm like a ghost *slight tired smile*, my eyes are sky-blue, i've always tried dressing nicely, sometimes maybe a bit fancy? some might say, you'll most often see me wearing a white shirt with a black vest on, skinny black jeans and leather black shoes. I have a simple black dot earring, with a white letter H engraved on it, and one of my hobbies is gathering bracelets, i currently wear 15 on me, 6 on one hand, 6 on the other and 3 on my left ankle, they all have meaning to me, but they are almost always covered by my clothing. As far as attitude appearance goes, after the experiments, i became a loner, only stay in the presence of animals...let's make that...always stay in the presence of animals, almost never smile, i stare into nothing a lot sometimes even forgetting to blink, i always stand up straight, even when sitting down, i have a bad habit of biting my nails, A LOT. [/hider] [hr][center]««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»»[/center][hr] [h2][color=fff79a][b]Bio:[/b][/color][/h2] My name is Lucas Emile Björk, I'm currently 23 years old, orphan. Mother died in a fire, father comited suicide after her death when i was 5. Only family member remaining is my white rat, Milx. After the incident i was placed in an orphanage. Despite having a depression over my loss, i did my best to integrate, but...the other kids seemed to have a different idea. I was bullied, a lot, i stopped interacting with people, Milx was my only friend, well and Hellen, but she was in the girls sector of the orphanage and we rarely had the occasion to talk, usually when we went to the cafeteria or during some nights when we managed to sneak out and meet under a big oak tree where we hid and talked a lot. I liked her but i was always too afraid to do anything more than that and things stayed like that. At 8 i was adopted by a family with another 2 children, a 8 y.o boy and a 10 y.o girl, Jessie and Jane were their names. The family also owned 2 big dogs, one for each child. I still had Milx. Their children never liked me tho, neither did their dogs. Long story-short, their kids also bullied me, i was afraid to talk about it, and the kids put the dogs to kill my friend Milx. After that i ran back to the orphanage, this is when i was 9, where i stayed another 7 years, mostly refusing to be adopted. Hellen was adopted in the time that i was in that unpleasant home, never got to hear from her again and couldn't seem to get in touch with her, where ever she was. (GM can integrate her in the story somehow if she ever wishes) In that time, i dedicated my time to reading, a lot, psychology, especially animal psychology and handling. It was one of the few things i was skilled at, but i was god damn good at it. In that period, i also got myself another rat, also white, Milx the second, yeah...not very creative. Anyway, at 16, i was bought by a certain doctor for unknown reasons, by Dr. Peter Whitney. Soon, i found the reason why i was bought, why me and other tens of people were bought...for experimenting, for some kinda of...superhuman power..super abilities, but...i can't say it ever really worked, but it did screw around with me and my head, same with the others, i wasn't the worst case, but neither the "best" case. After 3 years of failed experimenting, Dr. Whitney died from unknown causes, and i, along with others, was put into an insane asylum situated quite close to the mansion. After 1 year in there i was pardoned, Dr. Whitney's daughter, Lilly Whitney offered to aid help us handle the effects of those experiments in her mansion that she opened for those her father mistreated. [EDITED] By chance, i was the first one she approached right as the mansion was being oppened, i accepted, now i reside within the mansion, waiting for other unfortunate souls to arrive and be helped, along with myself... [hr][center]««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»» † ««« ¥ »»»[/center][hr] [b][color=fff79a]Power[/color][/b]: animal control trough psychological manipulation, sounds and some sort of hypnotism [hr][hr]