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| Vincent Folsom | | 23 | | Male |

| Subject | | Hetero |
| s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ #940 : |




ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Subject #940 is a young man, mid twenties, dark of hair, blue eyes. He is at the average height for males of his ethnicity, 6'0", and weighed one hundred and eighty four pounds pre surgery. Post surgery, he was weighed again at one hundred and seventy six pounds, weight was regain steadily as the 940 became accustomed to maneuvering the experimental appendage. The subject has managed to bond well with the appendage, at first we believed that the metallic alloys would cause rejection or that the electromagnetic field would destabilize the nervous system, however the new right arm seems to have been a complete success.




ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, his admittance to the program was an interesting one, local authorities had him in custody, he had been stealing car keys. Normally, petty theft was not a qualifier for experimentation however the method in which he had done so left us wanting to try something and figured it was almost poetic to allow him to be the subject. The method was intriguing, he had wired a car battery to a rod, and essentially created an electromagnet. The creation wasn't anything extraordinary however the use of it was however, he would use it to pluck keys from pockets and purses. The subject was only caught when he got greedy, he activated the device in a crowded area and ripped several piercing from nearby civilians. Needless to say when faced with criminal charges or assist in our tests, he jumped at it, though, I hope he fails again, this time bigger though.




ᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ / ᴀ ʟ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s
↳ Subject #940, this subject has been outfitted with a biomechanical right arm, this arm has been the center focus of a majority of the testing cycles. As of this writing we have equipped the subject with essentially a large electromagnet, however, this has proved to be a trying event, his mastery and control of the arm has grown rapidly, library time should be limited, the more he learns about magnets the more dangerous he is becoming. All personnel should also be advised, while #940 is uninhibited no electronic devices should be allowed within twenty feet, he has a habit of emitting an EMP that will try a laptop, pencils are available.




ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, he has shown that he has a great deal of resoucefulness, his less than savory background seems to be the spice of that, however that has proven to also make him quite sociopathic, he is a pathological liar and shows little to no remorse when manipulating others. This trait extends as well to kleptomania, the subject can usually be found carrying at least one or two stolen objects, be it something as mundane as a few cents, to the rookies I.D. badge. When the subject is given free reign, it would be advised to check your pockets.

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| Vincent Folsom | | 23 | | Male |

| Subject | | Hetero |
| s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ #940 : |




ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Subject #940 is a young man, mid twenties, dark of hair, blue eyes. He is at the average height for males of his ethnicity, 6'0", and weighed one hundred and eighty four pounds pre surgery. Post surgery, he was weighed again at one hundred and seventy six pounds, weight was regain steadily as the 940 became accustomed to maneuvering the experimental appendage. The subject has managed to bond well with the appendage, at first we believed that the metallic alloys would cause rejection or that the electromagnetic field would destabilize the nervous system, however the new right arm seems to have been a complete success.




ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, his admittance to the program was an interesting one, local authorities had him in custody, he had been stealing car keys. Normally, petty theft was not a qualifier for experimentation however the method in which he had done so left us wanting to try something and figured it was almost poetic to allow him to be the subject. The method was intriguing, he had wired a car battery to a rod, and essentially created an electromagnet. The creation wasn't anything extraordinary however the use of it was however, he would use it to pluck keys from pockets and purses. The subject was only caught when he got greedy, he activated the device in a crowded area and ripped several piercing from nearby civilians. Needless to say when faced with criminal charges or assist in our tests, he jumped at it, though, I hope he fails again, this time bigger though.




ᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ / ᴀ ʟ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s
↳ Subject #940, this subject has been outfitted with a biomechanical right arm, this arm has been the center focus of a majority of the testing cycles. As of this writing we have equipped the subject with essentially a large electromagnet, however, this has proved to be a trying event, his mastery and control of the arm has grown rapidly, library time should be limited, the more he learns about magnets the more dangerous he is becoming. All personnel should also be advised, while #940 is uninhibited no electronic devices should be allowed within twenty feet, he has a habit of emitting an EMP that will try a laptop, pencils are available.




ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
↳ Subject #940, he has shown that he has a great deal of resoucefulness, his less than savory background seems to be the spice of that, however that has proven to also make him quite sociopathic, he is a pathological liar and shows little to no remorse when manipulating others. This trait extends as well to kleptomania, the subject can usually be found carrying at least one or two stolen objects, be it something as mundane as a few cents, to the rookies I.D. badge. When the subject is given free reign, it would be advised to check your pockets.
I was gonna pass on this until I moused over the letters, now I'm interested.
this isn't full yet is it?
Milo Ventri






Milo stood dumbfounded, what in the living hell just happened? Victoria literally just blamed him for everything, said he kicked her out into the cold, he had done no such thing, nothing remotely close, he had treated her like a princess, he merely had an issue with police that he didn't want her listening to but never forced her away. When Maria came and swooped in to pull Victoria away he almost didn't care, this family was insane, manipulative assholes. He watched as they left and then just shook his head to clear it before snagging a glass of scotch from a waiter, not caring who he was taking it to and walked back to Paige.

Milo sat down and finished the drink, before looking over to Paige, his mind unable to even process what happened well. He looked like he was going to say something for a moment before just shaking his head, reaching over and pulling Paige's chin toward him before kissing her, right in front of everyone, no holding back. When he pulled away, he could only smile, "I'm so glad you found me." he said before going back to the dinner. There was no way that Victoria was ever going to change, he had walked up to her upset that she had left him for he other guy, but now after seeing how she could be so delusional, he was just glad that it wasn't his kid inside her, and for the first time in a while he didn't feel angry about it, he, in one conversation, was able to see every reason why he was the one that came out on top, no amount of money could make someone happier than he will be with Paige.





Ana Harlowe






Ana sat in the living room of her apartment, she was trying to finish a book that she had borrowed from the library recently when he phone rang. She looked at the name and saw the name of her fencing instructor, it was a little late for her to be calling however that would only mean that there was big news.

"Hey Nat, what's going on?" she answered as she put the phone to her ear.

"They have finally revealed the location for the qualifiers, get your bags, talk with your employer, you have a trip to Sol city to plan." the heavy french accent on the other side of the line rang through excitedly.

Ana thanked her instructor and hung up and furiously tried to dial Paige, however the line just rang, so she hung up and tried again, no answer. When the recording allowed, she went ahead and left a message on the phone. "Paige, you are never going to believe this, I'm coming to Sol! The national qualifier is going to be held their this year, so my instructor and the club I am in are going to send me there, you have to show me around when I get there, I will make sure to let you know as soon as I do when I will be coming but it will have to be soon. Oh! Also, if you don't mind, can you ask Milo if he would be willing to make a new competition saber... I would ask myself... you understand. Call me tomorrow and we can talk more." and just as she finished the recording ends.

Ana set the phone down and thought for a moment, she could call Milo, she knew his phone wasn't off or on silent, but even still, they had only spoke a few times since Paige's attack, she wasn't really sure how to proceed with it all, she and Milo were done, and Paige seemed to have something good going, but she knew Milo may have some lingering feelings and as much as she didn't think he would do anything, it was still weird, maybe she wasn't as over him as she thought.

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Milo Ventri






Milo stood for a moment longer until one the servers appeared with drinks in hand, he insisted they were from Sio. Milo and Piage took the drinks and he looked into the glass, a nice scotch, normally he would have already been two down, however it hadn't been since the attack that Milo had had anything to drink, he knew what could happen, he knew what people would think, and he was not eager to fall into that, he doesn't want to lean on it to cope, escape from it, it wasn't the kind of man that he was choosing to be anymore. He sipped lightly and slowly at the scotch, taking his time as they moved into the dining area. Milo tried his best to ignore the pompous rich folk and not dwell on his own thoughts, however time and time again he would look over to Vika, hoping for a moment where he wouldn't have to deal with Jethro Dull and the others.

It wasn't too horribly long before one Ethans tagalongs came up to him and it seemed he excused himself, Milo took this as his opportunity, or whatever he wanted this to be. "I'll be right back, I figure now's as good a time as any to deal with this." He whispered to Paige as he tapped the cane lightly twice on the stone floor. He began to walk through the crowd and ignored most the people a few of which tried to comment on the cane, or his outfit, or him, but soon he approached Vika and her group, "Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping for a quick word if at all possible." Milo kept his voice level, even though looking at her was actually infuriating him.

He was able to get her away for the moment, the two of them had not spent a single moment actually dealing with any of the mistakes they had made. Milo leaned against the wall a bit before holding the cane out to her, "I saw you were looking a little unsteady, I would have given this to you sooner, though it seemed your new beau had it covered." Milo could almost be seen visibly biting his tongue, so many things wanting to be said, yet this was not the time nor place, "Honestly, I wasn't sure if you remembered the cane or not, I kept working on it, even after you ghosted me, thought you might come back, apologize, maybe try again." Milo could feel the annoyance in his chest. He smirked and let out a chuckle, "I shouldn't be so upset, you ran from me cause I had a woman in my place of business, and into the bed of a man that has loose women in his tour bus every night, and I got picked up by an old friend who won't let me down." Milo just shook his head, "I hope this shows you that you did mean something to me."

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Milo Ventri






Milo waited patiently, though to be fair as of late he had very little patience for the incessant clucking of the West Coast elites that sol seemed to have, had it not been for the direct invitation from Sio, he would have never even come. Things however, never play the way that Milo wishes, and a flashy group of overly entitled looking children come in one of whom heads straight for Vika, there display was a tad overly dramatic though Milo could tell part of it was likely her balance, and he was now struck with a desire to assist her as well as to walk away, all because of this rumor abound that they were talking of a pregnancy. Milo masked his anger, when he believed she just didnt want to be with him it was one thing, but to already be having another mans child. How long had the two been together? Had she even waited until they had actually split before she slept with him?

Milo turned to Sio as she told him about heading outside, Milo nodded, "Yeah, a smoke break sounds good right about now." The not so subtle seething could be heard under his breath, the idea of having been not just abandoned, but used didnt sit well with him. As he followed Sio out with Paige he reached in his vest to the inside breast pocket and retrieved a small humidor, that held three fine cigarillos and a lighter, he had just managed to light it before Maria approached Sio, and of all things attempted to subtly accuse them of being a main component of the spread.

Milo drew on the small cigar and chuckled, "If only we could be so lucky." Milo let the fragrant plume go and shook his head, "Though I would be talking with Hacksyl Rose in there to keep his trap shut about personal matters, and less time pretending that the normies out here are of much consequence." Milo held his brazen stare at the older woman, she may be rich and powerful, but Milo couldn't care less.

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interested
Milo Ventri






Milo watched as Paige made her way to him, a lovely blue dress, oddly one that matched him a bit, she looked beautiful though. Milo thought that she always seemed to be able to fit into the scene, whether it were campfire and beer, or gala and champagne. As she came up to him she wrapped her arms around him lightly and kissed him, a sensation he was still getting used to. Milo didn't shy away from it though, he returned the affection in whole and when she stepped back to take in his ensemble he chuckled as she remarked.

"Well, I try to clean up nice, though if I had known we would be matching I may have reconsidered the outfit."

When Paige made mention of the 'technique' Milo could only sigh, the last time he had ever done anything like that was on a camping trip and it was with a buck knife and beer bottles, he was almost stunned that she managed to saber a champagne bottle and not kill anyone.

"Oh, you didn't saber the bottle..."

As he was speaking, Sio sauntered through the crowd, with champagne flute in hand, and as usual a story to tell. Sio came right up and hugged him, to which he was also not accustomed to, and then began to whisper about Marlin or something. Milo looked about as they spoke, mostly looking to see if he could spot Vika, he wanted to deal with this cane early, that way should he feel the need to leave, at least he wouldn't have that hanging on him as well.

Milo was brought back to the conversation with Sio with a poke to the ribs, he winced slightly, still a little sore from his altercation. "There wasn't any planning though, the choice was more so that I wouldn't be carrying this cane while wearing something completely off." As she continued to speak she outlined what was going to happen after a bit. "Hm good thing I showed up, it seemed like this art show needed some actual art in it." He held the false cocky smile for only a moment before chuckling, "You did amazing Sio, you deserve every second of this."

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