Name: Test Subject #006
Nickname: Cyra
Age: 18
Looks:
She's often seen wearing a muzzle.
Wings: DNA of an Albino Falcon.
Personality: Cyra used to be a really cheerful girl, she was just like any other kid. Full of life, hope, love. But after the experiments started, she changed. Being one of the first test subjects, Cyra suffered a lot. And the outcome of this was break hearting. Nowadays, Cyra doesn't feel anything towards others, she doesn't care anymore. She will start laughing unexpectadly at the sight of blood, trying to get herself all dirty with it. She only talks when necessary, and when there's no muzzle on her face. Cyra is loyal to no one, nor the scientists, nor the others test subjects. She'll be on the side that promises her blood.
Sometimes, she'll find herself crying for no reason. Maybe it's the sane Cyra crying for the shattered pieces that her brain has become.
Bio: Cyra lost both of her parents in a explosion at the laboratory that they worked. They were renowned chemists, apparently working at a new substance. Cyra didn't know. She had no one of the family to take care of her, so she was put in a orphanage, only to be forgotten by the world. After a few months, a kind man adopted her. She was happy, really happy. Until the warm cream walls of her house were replaced by the cold white ones of the labs. And after that, everything went downhill. Her mind was broken in tiny pieces, her body was weak, she was dirty, the only thing beautiful in her were her new big white wings.
During the time of her stay there, Cyra murdered lots of scientists, but they didn't want to put her down. Not yet. She was the first one to survive the experiments, they needed her. Because of that, she was kept in a room separated of the others. They kept her chained up to the wall, and muzzled the majority of the time. At first she struggled to release herself of them, but now she didn't care anymore.
Other: Due to the Albino Falcon DNA, her hair and skin turned white. Her speed (in air) increased in 75% and her vision in 75% as well.
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Cyra listened to the sounds that came from out of her room, she heard the shouts of the scientists and the quick steps of the guards. It seemed like the others had escaped. Lucky. She wasn't surprised when they didn't came to her rescue, Subject #006 was a secret, she was too unstable to be kept together with other subjects. She winced when the door of her cell was pushed open, the light irritating her eyes used to the dark. Before they could get used to the light, two rough hands pushed her from the floor and dragged her through the halls. Suddenly, Cyra was at someone's feet, a scientist, her numb eyes stared at him, at his eyes.
"It seems, #006, that you're the only one with us now. The other subjects got away, a fail in our security made that possible." He turned around and picked up some files, he threw them on the ground in front of Cyra. "These are the subjects that got away. What I want you to do is to go after them and bring them back, it doesn't need to be all of them, two are fine. But, I'll need them
alive."
Cyra's eyes scanned the files, memorizing the faces and the names. Once she got on her feet, the guards grabbed her arms roughly again, while a third one unchained her hands. They still didn't release her. That same scientist put a bracelet on her wrist, it was made of metal and clung firmly into her wrist.
"This is going to keep track of wherever you go, so don't try anything funny, if you attempt to take it off, it's going to release an electric charge that's going to immobilize you until we find you. And believe me, you don't wanna know the consequences. " He made a gesture to the guards that released the girl. "Take the muzzle off." A guard did so. Cyra opened and closed her mouth, exercising the muscles of the region. "Oh, also, do you see that little button? Push it in case of emergency. This will send soldiers to your position and help capture those brats. Of course, try to not push unless completely necessary. I don't want to draw attention. Make them pity you. Befriend them, once they trust you, it'll be easier to end them. And remember, at least 2
alive."
Cyra nodded and went to the closest window, she opened her wings and prepared to take off. She let the gravity do its work for a while, before opening her wings and flapping them. She spent a few minutes looking for them, until she saw some little dots in the sky. Putting on a facade, she flew towards them.
"Wait! Please wait!" Perfect. She thought, she still knew how to act. Her voice was rough and it hurt to talk. But she yelled once again, despite the pain.
"Please!"
(I hope what I did to my character is ok. If you don't like it, I'll change her.)