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Aries

"This is more than just a new perspective on things..."

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a character in “Spitting Out the Demons: A Selfish Gene”, as played by Cienpher

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Name: Aries
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Reason for admittance: Cellular necrosis of the face and upper torso caused by an ill-fated encounter with acid.

Time in Labyrinth before mutations: Seven months.

Appearance: Aries is extremely pale, as expected from one trapped within a demented building for as long as he has. The hue of his skin sharply contrasts with his dark, unruly hair. He had little reason or leisure to maintain it as he struggled to survive. The same goes for his worn out clothes, also of darker hues. They too are the worse for wear from his long-term stay in the Labyrinth. His clothes reflect his nature, maintaining a balance of comfort, practicality, and styleā€¦ or it seems like they once did. The long sleeves hide most of his arms and he initially wears a long knit scarf around his neck for security. Long-limbed and of a slender build, it seems that Aries might have been of fair features once upon a timeā€¦ but itā€™s impossible to tell now.
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Mutations: Aries has started to develop multiple eyes in the most unlikely of areas. Initially, they formed upon the palms of his hands which frightened him to no endā€¦ but now theyā€™ve spread along his wrists and several have begun to grow along his neck as well. Unlike the blue hue his own eyes once retained, these new eyes are pitch black, almost lifeless, but they are all functional. It has taken some getting used to, but Ariesā€™ brain has adapted to accommodate for each of the numerous eyes that have begun to form across his body. However, that isnā€™t all. His true eyes, the ones he were born with, have begun to close over. The skin of his eyelids is almost melting, slowly sealing over his true eyes for good. His mouth, too, has started to show symptoms of sealing over. At what seems to be random times, his many eyes begin to bleed blood that is almost inky in its constitution. It is a painful sensation and not at all pleasant. He does not yet know if all the other eyes can cry as well, but he doesnā€™t want to find out.

Mutations in the future : Should time go on, Ariesā€™ true eyes might permanently seal over while more eyes continue to grow along the rest of his body. Should more time pass, his mouth might seal over and regenerate elsewhere as well. However, not all to come is negativeā€¦ well, perhaps from the view of a humanā€¦ but Ariesā€™ new eyes will grant him new perspective in more ways than one. In the physical sense, yesā€¦ but the eyes can see past the physical world. They can see past tangible form and watch what happened before Aries ever arrived ā€“ in simpler terms, the mutated eyes, particularly the ones on the palms of his hands, will have the ability to see the past of whatever it is they are looking at. At first, it would simply be a shadow of the immediate happenings prior to his entry, but slowly the images will become clearer and the time elapsed even longer. Other eyes might be able to see, even without light. Others can slow down and analyze even the most rapid of images. Some might see colors that otherwise do not exist. Others may never blink or sleep. However, these mutations are also taking a toll on his mind. Slowly heā€™s losing his longing for humanity, as if something is calling him to accept his fate, to stop struggling and just accept these grotesque changes for what they are. It seems he is also developing acute prosopagnosiaā€¦

Skills:
All-around Line of Sight ā€“ he now literally can see 360 degrees and more. If he needs to see somewhere high, all he has to do is reach up with his hand and eyes at the back of his head isnā€™t just a joke anymore.

Math ā€“ although heā€™s not sure of how much use his proficiency with numbers is in the Labyrinth, he has always had a knack for numbers. Calculations come easy to him, often without pen or pencil to write it on.

Tolerance ā€“ he has a strong tolerance to pain, which in a place like the Labyrinth, is actually a good skill to have. Even when severely wounded, heā€™ll bear with it and keep on moving, although heā€™ll voice his complaints at any chance he gets. The same goes for fatigue, sleep, hunger, and thirst. Should there be a limited supply of nourishment, heā€™s usually the volunteer to be left out.


Weaknesses:
Perspective ā€“ Aries is anything but used to his new sensory additions, and he often finds himself misjudging distances or where an object is. When prompted, heā€™ll say he feels like heā€™s looking at something in five-dimensionsā€¦ and that doesnā€™t even make senseā€¦

Hypersensitivity ā€“ when one has two large eyes on the palms of his hands, there is a problem. Despite the fact that he can close them, it doesnā€™t change the fact that he probably should be careful handling hot or salty items from now on if he wants to spare himself a painful experience.

Stamina ā€“ just because he can tolerate being tired doesnā€™t mean that itā€™s physically good for him. His energy supplies are always low, which could be attributed to malnourishment it seems. Although he is about average in terms of strength and speed, itā€™s this lack of physical endurance that is usually the deciding factor in combat.

Prosopagnosia ā€“ it is becoming more and more difficult for Aries to differentiate the faces and identities of different people. The more eyes that appear, the less he can tell the difference between individual people and mutants.


Personality: Perhaps most important in a place like the Labyrinth, Aries is strong of will. He has a clear sense of his virtues, what he deems right and wrong, and is the sort thatā€™s stubborn to his beliefs. One of those beliefs is that he is still human. For this reason, his mutations are shameful and disturbing to him, even if everyone else is going through similar things. He tries his best to hide his disturbing changes and his deteriorating mind. Only his stubbornness is keeping the mutation at bay. However, despite his stubborn nature, he is also sensitive to the people around him. He often tries to act as an atmosphere regulator, humorous input should things get too grave and a reminder of reality should they get too careless. Having always been the thoughtful sort rather than athletic, witty words and puzzle games are familiar to him. He is the sort to maintain rationality even under extreme emotional stress, although sometimes he canā€™t help but hate himself for it.

History: Aries was born into an average family with both parents being patisseries. He and his younger brother both helped out around the family store on their days off, made possible because of Ariesā€™ choice to attend a local university. He was planning to study medicine, not having to worry about the family store since his brother was so enthusiastic about itā€¦ but although it was a lovely city, it wasnā€™t quite the safest in the world. One day, he was walking through the downtown area, trying to make a weekend visit to his parents. It had been later than usual. It was then that he encountered a serial assaulter who splashed a highly corrosive substance over Ariesā€™ body. The assaulter had been a subject of the news for several months by then. In agony and unable to do anything, Aries collapsed and blacked out. He awoke in the hospital later on.

Extent of Memory Loss: The only thing Aries can remember about himself is waking up in the hospital and hearing three words: Aries, Acid, and Necrosisā€¦ that and excruciating pain in his eyes, across his face and upper body. He is assuming Aries to be his name. He knows vague facts about himself, like his approximate age and what he likes and dislikes, but everything else is a bit of a blur.

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So begins...

Aries's Story

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It was like an impermeable haze was lifted from his mind. He lied still for a moment, one hand pressed over his heaving chest as his lungs strained to reinflate themselves. Noise. Voices? There was someone talking in the distance, but it was a muffled sound. Like the rest of him, his ears hadnā€™t had much use for quite some time. He subconsciously realized that he would have to get used to his body again. ā€˜What happened?ā€™ was his first coherent thought. His limbs felt strange, almost too light ā€“ as if he had been submerged in water for half an eternity before finally being set back on land. With it was a strange sensation. It felt as if something ominous were approaching and suddenly he was reluctant to open his eyes.

However, just lying there wasnā€™t going to do anything. In his current physical state, he doubted that he would even be able to fall asleepā€¦ was that what he had been doing? Sleeping? If so, for how long? He swallowed, trying to wet his sandpaper tongue, and slowly mustered the courage to open his eyes.

He couldnā€™t.

It was as if someone had poured glue over them, sticking his lids together. With a frustrated grunt, he reached up with his fingers to feel nothing but his skinā€¦ Pressing with his fingers, he strained to open them again. This time, he could barely make out a sliver of greyā€¦ but there were threads in his vision. Had someone stitched his eyes shut? The prospect made his heart both speed up and fall to the pits of his empty stomach. He blinked, an suddenly, the thick tendrils crisscrossing his vision thinned and fell awayā€¦ and he finally wrapped his head around the notion that those threads had been his skin. What was going on?

As his vision cleared, he slowly rose from the contraption he had awoken in. His legs felt weak from disuse. He slowly took in the sights around him, and noticed that there were several others in the room as well. Where was he? What was going on? Suddenly, as if someone had double-layered images, his vision blurred and saw doubleā€¦ noā€¦ he saw a different image in its entirety. While he could barely make out the now shaded forms of the other humans, he could also make out the contraption that was behind him. Something was dreadfully wrong with him, and the images made him dizzy.

Bringing a hand to his face, he staggeredā€¦ and thatā€™s when he noticed. He saw an image of his own face. Laid atop of that vision was one of his handā€¦ and the enormous, black-pooled eye that stared at him. His weakened legs gave away and he couldnā€™t keep a short, startled cry from escaping his lips. In addition to the shock, the second realization he made was this:

He couldn't remember anything.

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Jessica's eyes shot open as a heavy feeling was lifted from her chest. She felt as though a fog was slowly leaving her mind, leaving her free and clear. She stared up at the glass-like coffin around her in shock, not quite recovered. She slowly raised her hands straight into the air, testing to see if she could move. She found she could -not very fast- but she was motorized. She gasped slightly at the appearance of her skin. Tiny cracks splintered across her wrists and arm, giving the appearance she was breaking.

" Hua! Hnng... What?" She asked aloud, confused. She grunted slightly as she strained to pull herself from her laying position, quickly forgetting the condition of her skin. Her surroundings were more important. Her eyes widened visibly as she noticed there were other people in the room with her. She stayed silent as she rubbed her arm slightly, attempting to smooth the cracks in her skin. She skimmed the face's of the room's attendies. One was standing in a crooked position in the middle of the room, and a few others were standing, or sitting in the "coffins" they awoke from. Jessica pulled her legs up to her chest, peeking over her knees warily at the other people.

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Flint was so irritated he could barely stand it. Irritated at the situation he was in, the strangers around him, and that disturbing aura he had felt in this room from the moment he had woken up. Something was not right here at all. It was as though he was being watched, like even the walls themselves were eyeing him. He was tense and paranoid and angry and he just wanted to go home.

And here I am, stood like a lemon doing absolutely nothing. Useless.

He felt himself getting more and more worked up until he thought he was just going to explode. The noises in the room became quiet and far away.

He didnā€™t realise he had been actually moving until he almost collided with someone. He was ecstatic for a moment, having finally been able to walk, even if it was induced by his anger. Then the person spoke, presumably to the whole group, and Flint was in a foul mood all over again.

Storageā€¦ Is that what this is?

Flint was suspicious immediately. This guy seemed like he knew a lot about this place; almost too much. He seemed perfectly comfortable with his surroundings, as if this was just a daily occurrence for him. And his eyesā€¦ they glowed. They actually glowed. How long had he been here?

How long had they been here, asleep in ā€˜storageā€™? None of it made sense and he wanted to tear his hair out in frustration at how little he could remember.

The man seemed to know what he was doing though, and if Flint wanted a way out then this was probably it. It was an easy decision to make to follow himā€¦ At least for now. It wouldnā€™t hurt to ask a couple of questions though.

ā€œHow can we trust you?ā€ Flint glared sceptically at the man. ā€œYou could be one of those ā€˜nastiesā€™ or whatever they are, just leading us into a trap.ā€ He folded his arms, huffing out a breath of annoyance. ā€œWhat reason could you possibly have to help us?ā€

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Cassie Throme



The man answered in affirmation, but somehow, Cassie was just unable to untangle her extremely sore legs in time. With an extreme effort, she drew her legs beneath her until she was kneeing inside her coffin. Just gathering up her strength, she pushed herself upwards, in time to hear a choked off cry.

Cassie lost her balance, and settled back on her knees. Looking around to see who had made the sound, and saw someone holding the palms in front of his face, and seeming to be looking terrified. She, out of impulse, placed her own hands in front of her face, and ever so carefully, gingerly, touched her face again. It must be some type of fluke - she hadnā€™t been able to feel for a while, so her senses were acting up.

To no avail.

Her fingers touched putty, and she drew them away in disgust again. Cassieā€™s attention was further diverted from the matter when a voice spoke. One that she hadnā€™t heard before. ā€œHey! Over here! Her eyes travelled throughout the room, before settling on the yellow glowing objects - were those the source of the sound? They seemed to be almost likeā€¦ eyes, but she had never seen eyes that were that particular shade. ā€œI would not be standing around here if I were you. The storage floor is comparatively deserted, but you still get a good few nasties running around this level that would hesitate to turn you into lunch.ā€ The onslaught of terror that came from that matter-of-fact statement propelled Cassie out of her kneeling position, and before she knew it, she was standing on the ground, legs slightly trembling from the exertion. The voice continued. ā€œYour best bet is to get up to the accommodation floor. Then youā€™ll mostly only have Palmira to worry about. You hang around storage too long someoneā€™ll creep up on you. At least one of them are going to be on their way right nowā€¦ you all better get yourselves together.ā€

Cassie walked, half-limped, over closer to the voice. She had to ask it exactly what was going on with her, and felt her flesh moveā€¦ almost jiggle. She stopped in her tracks when the man from before spoke. ā€œHow can we trust you? You could be one of those ā€˜nastiesā€™ or whatever they are, just leading us into a trap. What reason could you possibly have to help us?ā€

Some other male spoke again, but out of sheer impatience, Cassie focused primarily on the moving from her ā€¦ coffin to the strange glowing eyes. She only caught a few words of what he was saying, but to her mind, they made no sense without the context of all his words. Things like ā€˜tutorialā€™ and ā€˜start menuā€™. If she didnā€™t know better, Cassie would have assumed that perhaps this was a game - but no game could ever capture the feeling ofā€¦ her own skin.

ā€œIf I might make a suggestionā€¦ā€ interjected yet another person. Cassie, once again, tuned them out, but when catching a word that caught her attention, paid full attention to what he had to say. Maybe he knew what had happened - ā€¦ because despite all of her attempts, Cassie could not remember a single event in her near pastā€¦ She could remember her friends and their faces, but how had she ended up in such a predicament. ā€œhelp? I think if we stick together and help one another along, we can get out of here and find some answers, what do you all think?ā€

She opened her mouth to add her own opinion, but then, remembering the horrible voice that had spilt out, thought better of it, and listened to the female. ā€œIā€™m ready to go. There were some notes, she has them right now. I think he wrote them. If heā€™s back to warn us again, weā€™re probably running out of time.ā€ Cassie narrowed her eyes, the movement feeling fluid, before directing her attention to the papers that the black-haired woman was holding. She wondered what they said, but, as traveling was so difficult, decided that perhaps she would figure out their contents in the future.

Dredging up the deepest extent of her courage, she opened her voice to speak. This time, her voice was different again - raspy like a catā€™s sandpaper tongue. She meant to say something inspiring, something that would empower everyone else next to her, but what came out was a single question. ā€œIs this real?ā€ Her eyes darted around the room, with her mind unable to stop the barrage of terror. Two deep breaths later, her startled state was exchanged for a facade of calm. ā€œWeā€™re going to get eaten, arenā€™t we?ā€ she suddenly stated. She wasnā€™t an actress for nothing. ā€œWell, if you people want to struggle for your survival, donā€™t count me out. What better way to die than to go out with a bang?ā€