Name: Rhys Warren
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Rank in group:
None; works for SAPH.
Species:
42% Hystricomorph Hystricidae(porcupine), 58% Homo Sapien
Personality: Extroverted, but accustomed to solitary, Rhys is a walking over-abundance of attitude. Probably due to his lack of self-esteem(thanks to his father for instilling the idea that hybrids are lesser creatures), he has a tendency to seek comfort by picking on others. Wit, sarcasm and ridicule are the primary weapons of his oftentimes disagreeable personality.
Description: Rhys is tall and lanky, standing at an overbearing 5'11. He's more athletic than muscular, years of yoga giving a nice subtle definition to his muscles. What stands out even more about the male is his wild, overgrown 'hair' that falls down his back reaching to the backs of his knees. The whitish-grey mess is often strengthened by keratin to form a layer of protective, dangerous quills that protrude every which way and can easily pierce through flesh just like a porcupines. The rare times they aren't spiked is when he is sleeping, then it's surprisingly soft. He has almost babyish claws for nails and sharp teeth for eating the bark off trees and other tough shrubbery.
Skilled in: He can't help but have a high defense, so his skill would be climbing... Just about any surface that isn't completely flat, though he's especially fast up trees. His good aim should also be noted.
Weaknesses:
-Humans: He will not bring harm to any human being, due to the fact that he was trained that way.
-Corn: He's a recovering addict.
-Crying: Tears seriously freak him out for whatever reason, and he's often overcome with guilt at the sight of crying. In extreme cases he has seized fighting to comfort even the worst of his enemies.
Job: An assassin, though not in the same way as all the others. His job is bring whatever hybrids he can back alive, and eliminate the other more defiant ones.
Other: Rhys's body often over gos waves of fatigue between the times of 1-3pm, due to him being more on the nocturnal side.
History: After seven failed experiments, Alexander Warren was starting to lose hope. He was running out of lab rats, running out of resources. Desperate and panicked, the scientist turned to the his own son. Rhys Warren, subject number 8, became the first successful experiment in what'd turn into many. Being the scientists own son, and the brink of their success, Alexander showed his gratitude by confining him to a large house and not the prison in which they made for other experiments.
Than came the day where all hell broke lose, and the experiments, the hybrids, were lost. Alexander immediately went to his son, commanding his help in the matter. Rhys, being loyal to his father and having the brainwashed idea that hybrids were despicable creatures that should be lucky and indebted to humans, went off to do his bidding. Capture the hybrids you can and bring them back, and dispose of those that didn't comply.