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Lester noticed the others interactions, some with staring or laughing but a couple seemed well able to carry a conversation. There were a couple others who seemed to know each other already having heard a name called out and one finding the other seeming to gain some small comfort from it. However the two newest entrants seemed a bit different what with one retreating to a solitary corner and the other gazing around as if looking for something. The room was a buzz of activity and having been alone for awhile it was slightly disconcerting to Lester who generally had no want to speak with anyone, though scientists and guards had been the only ones well able to listen then which left him unwilling indulge them.

Maybe conversing would help to ease this discomfort. He thought done observing for the most part as it seemed most if not all had arrived.

When the speakers spewed out they're drivel Lester had to admit it was something of a surprise that the scientists expected a group of experiments not all of which were sane to make orderly groups. It was a baffling proposition really but nothing to do but follow or have the Riders intervene to dish out punishment. With a sigh Lester moved from his corner to moved amongst the crowd trying to better make sense of who was more stable, there was little want for a less than sane human annoying him or worse provoking him. It dawned on him that he counted one more person in the room though maybe the other was just out of sight momentarily and if so it wasn't a worry. He decided on the blind one as a good starting point seeing as no one else currently engage him.

"This mess is entirely unnecessary. So many unstable minds in here that I think some of us will have to arrange the rest of the humans into the groups." Lester said deciding to make his presence known but wanting to convey his thought to someone who might understand as well.

His being in a human guise would probably be a point of confusion but honestly there was little to be done about it as he would rather not upset the others directly. However, gathering up the more intelligent of the bunch to take lead would be helpful as Lester knew one person trying to take control would be contested.
Nice little read for what I missed. Was a bit out of it yesterday but I'll see if I can't do a bit better with posting today.
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Lester woke up to a prodding from one of the guards and while it was unwanted he would get up in a moment. He purposely spread out over a good portion of the floor in a thin, mostly clear sheen in case anyone came in with hostile intent as to trap them if they tried to advance further. He slowly drew his mass back in to reform his body coloring and shaping himself like his old human appearance as requested by the guards. He stared back at them for a moment tilting his head before plodding along with the two not making much of the change in pattern what with new experiments always being thought up. For him only a few things matter like food or learning more of his form, but if there was to be an activity of sorts he would do it as long as he was fed afterwards.

The room he was led to was of little interest to him but the other inhabitants were...a curiosity as they had chosen to put him in a room full of humans. He was no fool as to think that no one would be watching them, there was usually someone keeping an eye out from his experience, though had it been so he might have considered it a caged feeding pen.

Lets see how this proceeds. Lester thought as he picked himself a spot slightly away from the rest to observe.

He found the girl who cloned herself mildly interesting but not enough to warrant much attention as of yet so he looked to a male having sat away from the rest but looking intently towards another who appeared to be blind. Another female moved towards them seeming a mixture of distraught then more curious as to the rest of them. It was certainly going to be something being placed in here with these humans though there had to be more to it than that. As another female entered, the blind male and the standoffish one seemed to come into conflict rather quickly, over what he couldn't tell.

"Humans..." Lester muttered to himself with slight disdain.
The Riders would be an issue, though what effect they would have on Lester would be interesting. After all his power is his body which makes me wonder what cancelling it would do.
I'm definitely ready to have some fun with this and the pictures aren't a massive issue so do what you will about them.
Hanovar stretched a bit noting the eagerness of his sisters, something he could use if anything but it was always something to keep in mind. He looked over the Gnarl examining the old minion master for a moment wondering just how much trust in someone that had seen the rise and fall of several Overlords before them. It was a line of thoughts he would keep to himself because much like Gnarl he didn't trust anyone all that much including his mother who was easily turned.

"Lets raise some hell." He said looking between his siblings and Gnarl before stepping up to the pool himself.
Hanovar grabbed his morningstar from next to the armor stand giving the spiked mace a few swings to regain the feel for it. It was a savage weapon which definitely made a statement to either the receiving target or they're comrades watching it crush and rip into whoever got hit. The most important thing is that a message was sent that it would be better to bow down or die horribly, either was an acceptable outcome for those opposed to the siblings if given the choice.

"Either way, its armor and it has its purpose but doesn't mean it can't look good." He said in honesty, probably quite surprising given Hanovar's habits. "Time to get moving then I suppose."

The young Overlord was ready to get out and cause some havoc should it be necessary heading back up towards the throne room. There was a need to put Spree back in its place which no doubt would take some time, or not and be very short but there was easy doubt to it.
Name: Lester Crane.
Age: 16.
Gender: Male.

Appearance:

Why am I amazing?


Adaptation: An Amorphous form, able to do simple shape shifting, being quite elastic, as well as dissolve most organic matter if he is bigger than it. He is rather hard to kill as you would have to inflict a large amount of damage very quickly on most of his body otherwise he will regenerate or reform later from the less damaged parts remaining though there is little he could do to fight back in such a state. If needed he could squeeze through small cracks and gaps as long as they aren't sealed water tight or better though he would be unable to immediately fight back while reforming.

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9NStVkSCuk&index=19&list=RDMMomZUFc-uzLs

Bio: Lester truth be told doesn't remember much of his life from before the experiments. What he does know is that is left him extremely depressed and just wanting to disappear because he really didn't feel like he could connect with anyone. If it was caused by his own actions personality or what not he can't remember but when you feel like a monster or are treated like one then its likely he just accepted it. His change in form stemmed from the combination of his medication, radiation, and other more volatile chemicals which radically changed him physically and to a lesser degree mentally.

Personality: Lester doesn't see himself as human, never has never will, but he has shown a fair bit of intelligence despite his transformation. He won't generally be the aggressor without prompting but if provoked or ordered there usually will be next to nothing left of the target. A split personality developed which it more like the amorphous cell Lester has become, wanting nothing more than to consume and grow bigger if it can get away with it trying to become less vulnerable in a pure survival instinct.

Number: 4.
Fixed the number section of the cs. Had a feeling I missed something in there.
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