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Subject 20: "Blade"

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a character in “Maximum Ride: Next Generation”, as played by deathrisesagain

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Name: "Blade" or Subject 20

Age: 13

Gender: Male

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Face Claim: Teo Halm

Description: Blade stands a mere five foot one inch tall, weighing only 105 pounds. He is small and thin for his age. He has dark brown medium length hair. His hair is mostly straight with some curving around his face. His blue eyes tell a much different story. A story in which tells that they once showed the signs of innocence but now show hatred. His skin is slightly tanned. He has silver eagle like, metallic knife-like wings with black on the the top edge. His metallic wings have a spand of about ten feet, long enough to carry him in the air. Blade likes wearing a tan hat backwards, which covers up his dark brown hair. He likes wearing button up shirts open with a tee shirt underneath. When he has to blend in with normal people, he usually wears a large green jacket, that covers up his wings when they are folded around his body.

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Personality: Blade is very adventurous when he's able to get out. Though he's adventurous, he is very shy, and has a trust issue. He doesn't trust very many people, and it takes a lot to gain his trust. Blade doesn't like leadership roles, and pretty much argues against those in charge. One can say that Blade is much more of a "lone bird" rather then a "flock bird".

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Likes: Freedom, sitting around a camp fire, horror stories

Dislikes: Whips, the School, Being forced to do something he doesn't want

History: Blade was taken away from his parents only two hours after his birth. He had experiments preformed on him, but they went wrong. His wings became metallic like, and sharp. When the School realized this mistake, they decided to teach him how to use them to best of any situations. At the same time Blade was taught martial arts, and the way of the knife. Blade became extremely skilled in martial arts and knives very quickly. Shortly after his last training, and succeeding in the tests, he and some of the other "Subjects" were able to escape.

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Other: Blade has learned how to use the knife-like feathers on his wings as a type of weapon, and the wings themselves as a type of shield. He has also become quite good with using regular knives. Blade has also mastered hand to hand combat, and is quite dangerous with it.

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Blake has two knives in sheaths, hidden by his wings.

So begins...

Subject 20: "Blade"'s Story

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Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon
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From her years watching and waiting Talon had developed a special ability to wake at the slightest sound. The food steps of a White Coat, the breathing of those around her, squeaking of a cart. Needless to say she hardly ever got more then an hour. Not to mention how strong smells could wake her. When they had brought Blade back in she hasn't even needed to move to know he was injured.

Talon could tell each of her friends apart by sent. Blade was always reeking of metal. Aria was sweet. Like sugar water. But Talon was never sure if that was real or something Aria made her feel. Frostbyte was always cold. Ice that would burn you at a touch. Eclipse was blood. All blood. Most of the time it Talon could stand it but if she was injured it became almost over powering.

So when the sent of metal began to smell slightly burnt she sat up. Fingers grasping the bars she peered out of her cage. Blade was beating his wings against the cage and the friction cause a bit of smoke to rise up. Talon sighed in relief. At least there was no fire.

Pressing her face against the bars Talon let out a harsh whisper. 'Blade! Out! Out! Us out!'

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Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon Character Portrait: Aria Jay
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Aria sat as far back from the door of her cage as possible. It really wasn't very far. She wore worn, faded jeans and a loose gray t-shirt, and sat with her knees huddled up to her chest. Her dark brown hair fell nearly to her lap in straggly tangles. She had thrown a fit when one of the scientists tried to mess with it, afraid they might cut it off. In punishment for that, she sported a split lip much like Blade's, a dark bruise on one cheek, and scratches on her arms from the cage itself when she was thrown back into it.

She herself was silent, and had been for quite a while now. No speaking, because she couldn't speak. No mental words, because she couldn't summon up the energy to start a conversation while she was stuffed in a crappy dog cage in a crappy facility, listening to every creak, cough, and shuffle of her fellow inmates.

As the scientists returned with Blade and threw him back into his cage, she winced for him and shifted awkwardly to a kneel, as if expecting them to come to her next. Her expression was sullen and unhappy, but it softened with relief as they marched out the door.

She slumped against the back of her cage and watched Blade for a while. She tilted her head quizzically as he got up and began to spin around his cage, then her eyes widened in realization as the bars shrieked and tore from the sharpness of his wings.

What are you doing? The projected thought hung in the air, tentative and worried, but also eager. She didn't expect an answer; it was obvious he was escaping, and there was no time for small talk. Her bright blue wings loosened in excitement, unfolding against the pitifully small confines of her cage and molding themselves against the bars.

She wrinkled her nose at the smell of smoke and dragged herself to the front of her cage. She stared, wide-eyed with hope, as he struggled out of his prison.

Let us out too! She shouted, tugging ineffectually on the grid-like bars of her cage. Her gaze darted to the door, expecting scientists to rush through.

She glanced quickly at Talon, who was closest, then at Frostbyte and Eclipse. Her gaze lingered on Eclipse, wondering if she had enough strength to bust out of her cage as well.

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Character Portrait: Spencer 'Eclipse' Morrison Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon
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Aria watched anxiously as Blade stood quietly in the middle of the room, and even more anxiously as he began to tamper with Talon's cage. She really didn't want to be left behind.

She backed off a little as he approached the front of her cage, not wanting to get cut by those deadly wings. When the lock tore away with a shriek, she quickly crawled to the front of her cage and then out of it.

Thanks! The thought-speak came in a rush of muddled words and images of gratitude; she was too excited to project them clearly.

She gained her feet and stretched her cramped wings, relishing the feel of it. However, they were taking up a lot of room, so she quickly folded them.

She looked toward Blade to see if he was okay, radiating concern, but Talon and Spencer were helping him.

We go? She asked hopefully and urgently, already turning to step toward the door. She pulled Talon's makeshift bar out of the door handle and cautiously opened it a crack to peer out.

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Character Portrait: Spencer 'Eclipse' Morrison Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon Character Portrait: Lucas "Frostbyte" Shane
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Eventually, after getting lost, Lucas found the record room. Where they recorded everything, apparently. Including the name is the one he was born with. He liked it, Lucas. Lucas Shane. Luuuuuucaaaaaaaas. Lucas. Luuuucas. Lucaaaaaaas. Lucas. He liked the name. He grabbed his file, as well as a few others, before leaving.

As he was leaving, he ran into two guards. He flash freezed the guard's hands and feet, and maybe broke a few ribs with a punch or two. He had a lot of stored up anger. He planned to give them the cold shoulder, as well as cold other places. He started to move towards the exit, when he noticed a door starting to crack open a little. "Hello? Who is there?"

In retrospect, probably a stupid question, but he could scold himself for that later.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Spencer 'Eclipse' Morrison Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon Character Portrait: Lucas "Frostbyte" Shane
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Aria peeked out the door. No scientists running around. No swarm of erasers waiting to rip her to shreds. The hall was empty.

She started and turned nervously as Talon came up behind her with the bar she'd thrown aside. Talon had always intimidated her, for some reason, though Talon hadn't ever done anything to provoke that feeling. It was there anyway.

She nodded and took the bar, holding it near her thigh. She started for a second time when a voice spoke up outside. She peered out the door, then flung it open as she recognized the boy on the other side.

Frost! We're escaping! She cried happily. She glanced back at the others and then stepped out into the hall with Frostbyte, holding her makeshift weapon in both hands.

Which way do we go? She shifted her weight quickly from foot to foot, anxious to flee, and started down the hallway without waiting for an answer.

It was amazing that the scientists hadn't realized they were out yet. She wondered if they did know, and were laying a trap, or something.

She cast her sixth sense out in search of minds and got only a faint tingle in return. If she pushed, it might be possible to get past the mind-blocking devices the scientists used. They didn't know, but she'd always held back a lot during their telepathic experiments. But pushing had painful consequences, so she didn't risk it... yet.

Let's go! She called back impatiently. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and winced when she encountered a knot.

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Character Portrait: Spencer 'Eclipse' Morrison Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon Character Portrait: Lucas "Frostbyte" Shane
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Frostbyte looked around. "I sort of screwed around in their security systems by the way. Changed the passwords, shut off the alarms, also I may have looked through the records and...deleted some stuff. Not on accident. Took some hard copies, and I opened quite a few doors for us".

That is when Frostbyte could hear something, at the edge of his hearing range, which while not extremely super extraordinary, was incredibly good, able to hear more then most. It was not even an intended effect. They were trying to give him sonic powers through his ears, but only gave him a boost to hearing range and a number of frequencies larger then most can hear. Nothing close to his Ice powers, but enough to know trouble was coming.

"Shit, I forgot about the guard patrol's need to report in! Lets run right now, and get out of here. If we keep going in one direction, we have to find exit eventually!" Frostbyte mentioned.

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Character Portrait: Spencer 'Eclipse' Morrison Character Portrait: Subject 20: "Blade" Character Portrait: Talon Character Portrait: Lucas "Frostbyte" Shane
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Aria jumped in surprise when someone grabbed her shoulder, and whipped around to look at Eclipse questioningly. She shifted guiltily in place at the mention of Manna... she'd forgotten all about him in her haste to get the heck out.

Frostbyte's mention of guards only added more urgency to the situation, but rather than fleeing in a blind panic, she found herself turning to follow Eclipse and the others. They were calm, so she would be too. They were working together, so she would too.

She skidded to a stop as they nearly ran into the guards, and staggered as Talon pulled her behind cover. She winced at the sound of bullets ricocheting off Blade’s wings. As Blade went forward and Talon went up, she broke into a fast sprint towards Talon’s guard.

She cocked her fist back while the guard was distracted with Talon and punched him in the face with all her unnatural strength. There was a surprisingly loud crack of bone; the guard shrieked in pain through a broken jaw.

Aria shook her hand as pain from the impact flared up–the guards in the School were seriously tough- and punched him again, this time in the temple. The stunned guard collapsed to the floor and she kicked him hard in the ribs, her face contorted unnaturally in rage.

She would’ve continued punching him, and would’ve forgotten all about escape, had Talon not mentioned more guards. She rubbed her bruised and cut knuckles and stepped back from the guard, breathing hard, more from anger and fear than exertion.

Let’s make a run for the courtyard and hope it doesn’t have a ceiling, She suggested, looking briefly at the others to see if they objected to this. Her face was paler than normal; the unhealthy pallor of fear. Her thought-words were tinged yellow with fear as well.