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I had a bit of an idea. I kinda' wanted to take this a "Winter Soldier" route. You'll what I mean after you read the bio. Also elephants are pretty cool.

My bios are kinda' short because I spread the info out across two of them =P I think it better represents the complete 360 he's done since being taken.

Before abduction


Name: Isaiah 'Izzy" Holman
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Stereotype: The bum

Personality: Izzy was a chill, laid back, all around happy kind of guy. He was the kind that loitered around the parking lot after school with friends until faculty sent them home. Everybody was his best friend and it was impossible to get on his bad side. Insults, cruel jokes, and the typical woes of high school rolled off his shoulders like water.

Other: He loved chocolate milk.
If one of you guys would like to volunteer, I would love for him to have been in a relationship with one of the females prior to being taken. All the more drama when he comes back to try and kill them.

Appearance: Izzy was tall, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 150. He was a lanky kid. Due to his hatred of getting haircuts, Izzy let his hair grow out into long, light brown dreadlocks. This got him much flack from his peers, but it never bothered him. He had soft, brown eyes and a dorky smile that could light up a room.


Biography: Izzy lived with his father, who spent most of his time at work rather than the house. As such, Izzy spent most of his time with friends. He had a fairly normal life, nothing special. He never really knew what his father did all day at work, until he brought it home with him. Izzy's father was one of the scientists at the facility. He brought home a specimen vile to work on over night, and Izzy, being the goofy clutz that he was, went and messed with it.

When he began showing signs of the mutation, his father knew right away that something had to be done. He tried to cover it up, but sooner or later, his co-workers found out. When Izzy's father refused to hand Izzy over for study, he was assassinated, and Izzy was taken away. He just went missing. He never showed up for school the next day, friends never heard from him, he was just gone.

Four years later


Name: Pilot
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Personality: Pilot is more of a machine than a man. He's given orders and he follows them, no questions asked. He shows little emotion, cares nothing about the people he hurts, and is otherwise a vacant shell of a human. He's determined, calculating, and stoic.

Other: He was the first human that the 'infection' was observed in, hence the name "pilot". He was used as a test, a trial run. He is considered to be a success.
Pilot has the ability to morph into a half man, half wolf creature. Although he possesses enhanced senses and strength in his human form, they are even stronger in his 'lycan' form. He heals at an accelerated rate; broken bones are fixed in a matter of days.

Appearance: Pilot's face has hardly changed over the years, other than his soft, brown eyes growing cold and hard. His dreadlocks were the first thing to go. He now sports an all business buzz cut. No longer the stringy kid he once was, Pilot is a lean, mean, killing machine. He weighs a good 205 pounds, all muscle, and spouted up to 6'3". His canine teeth have grown in small fangs, and his nails a little too sharp. He's a pretty intimidating guy. Pilot doesn't smile much any more, or at all, really. His clothing consists of the military grade armor he's outfitted with.

Biography: After his abduction, Pilot underwent some 'reprogramming'. His brain was washed of his happy-go-lucky personality, and slowly replaced with that of a calculating soldier. He was trained, molded, and reared to be just that: a killer. Pilot's purpose was to prove that the perfect solider was achievable. With the help of steroids, mind warping, and torture-esque training, a man could become a monster. With enough "persuasion", he could be taught to do anything.

After a few years of a trial run, in which he was used to slowly eradicate any enemies of the program, Pilot was to be sold to the highest bidder as either a personal mercenary, watch dog, or whatever they wanted him for. However, with the sudden outbreak of the virus in a group of highschool kids, the whole operation risked being blown. Pilot was quickly sent to kill the carriers, who happened to go to the same high school that he did.

I didn't know if you planned for them to eventually gain powers. I put Pilot's under Other. If it's not okay, I can just take it off =P
Could I make a guy that's on the scientists' side? Like maybe they found out and sent him to kill them off, to keep their secret?
On second thought, I can't really come up with anything creative at the moment.

I'll withdrawal my dibs :3
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Just go ahead and do it guys, I don't think he/she is coming back =P
Would you guys be interested in having a villain? :3
Would you guys be a point where you could use a villain? :3

I'd like to make one, but I'm not sure if I want him to be a permanent character or not.
Jack paused, then he got a better look at the man. Flint! The gun guy. Jack had been sent to buy from him several times in just the past month. He noticed he man reaching for his hip.
"Hey, whoa whoa whoa!" He holstered his gun and held his hands up. Jack pulled his mask down. "Chill man, its me. You know, Black Dog. I didn't know he was with you, honest mistake."

Jack put his hands back down and rubbed his neck. "I didn't know you uh..." he tried to think of a way to say it without pissing the guy off "swung that way, man."
Dylan sluggishly stood and staggered out with Flint. He would be lucky if he could tell the guy how to get him home. Jack watched as they left, then got up and walked after them. Orren remained at the counter, hoping that his brother didn't get himself in trouble. As the two made their way down the street, Jack stalked them from the shadows. They were getting into TI-32 territory, and he was feeling a little bolder than usual.

Jack pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and tied it around the lower half of his face, making a makeshift mask. He slowly pulled his gun as he drew nearer. Dylan took a sudden stumble, requiring Flint to focus on getting him back up. Jack took the opportunity to pounce. No sooner than Dylan was on his feet, the barrel of a handgun was shoved into his back.

"Alright Chucklefucks, hand over your cash and no one has to get hurt," Jack said gruffly. Dylan just stood there in a state of confusion.
"Nah man," Dylan slurred as he set down his bottle. "The bosses don't like me comin' up in here and spendin' dough, you know? But a guy has to every now and then." He was already drugged off his ass; the beer wasn't helping. Dylan looked as though he may doze off any second. His eyes drooped, and he seemed all around sluggish.

Meanwhile, down the counter, Jack couldn't help but take notice. He tilted his head back to drink from his own bottle, his eyes landing on the thick wad of money carelessly stuffed in Dylan's pocket. He set the bottle down and gave Orren a nudge. Orren, who was still stuck on his embarrassing moment with Per, snapped out of his day dreaming and looked over. It didn't take him long to see what his brother was eyeing. Orren gave Jack a glare and went back to his beer. Whatever Jack was planning, he wanted no part of it.
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