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Alastair Helios

"In science, there are no such things are morals or ethics."

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a character in “Banishment”, as played by moahi

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"I don't regret anything, I believe. It's all for the sake of science."




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FULL NAME
      Alastair Helios

NICKNAME(S)
      Al---Rarely does anyone manage to get too close to him until they're in friendly terms, enough to call him by that nickname.

GENDER
      Male.

AGE
      Nineteen

SEXUALITY
      Asexual




My genetic makeup is different, so of course I look unlike you. I don't see how that matters so much, unless you have any mutations."



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HEIGHT
      5'6. He wouldn't consider himself too tall or too short, rather average in terms of height.
 
WEIGHT
      75lbs. He is light, and he wouldn't deny that fact. It is as if his bones are hollow, but curently he has no explanation for it.

HAIR COLOR
      A light purple, almost seeming silver. It wasn't dyed in the least, but he doesn't think too much about it.

EYE COLOR
      His eye is of a deeper shade of purple than his hair, though the color varies in the light, sometimes darkning and becoming lighter under different intensities of light. They are quite a sight to behold, though he always narrows them.

SKIN TONE
      A pale cream. Alastair never quite liked the sun, not to mention the fact that he spends most of his time in the lab.

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      Tall and lanky, Alistair is not who you would count as extremely special or unique. His appearance is definitely not one of the oddest ones out there in the kingdom, save for his oddly colored hair, a pale purple color that shines like silver when he is out under the sun. He finds no problems with his bone structures despite it being several times lesser than most. His bones might be hollow for that fact, though he chooses to pay it no mind. He isn't too particular about his clothing, and would go with just about anything he finds, not having any preferences. He does make it a point to wear a sterile white coat in the lab of course, in order not to contaminate the possible specimens he has there.



"Honestly... What's inside me are frankly none of your business."



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PERSONALITY
      Usually friendly and warm, Allistair is rather talkative and carefree, unlike one's usual impression of a scientist. Not seeming to have any worries even if he was currently banished, he jokes around like nothing had happened and he wasn't considered an outlaw. He seems to have high hopes of humanity, relating whatever he does to improving it for the future. However, don't get fooled by first appearances, for he is not what he looks like. Under that happy go lucky personality hides a razor sharp mind that has no regard for any ethics or human lives except for the value of serving his needs. He is deeply selfish, only thinking of his own needs before anyone else, one of his darker sides that is present in him no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

      He is of no doubt an intelligent individual, sly and cunning like a fox. Even if it seems that he cares for you, it would mean that you are simply useful to him, another chess piece in his games. The world is his chessboard, and he doesn't make one mistake in his move. Well, perhaps only the one that had got him into this situation in the first place, but it's rare to see him bitter about it.

LIKES
      Echo || Possessive may be a better word for that, but he feels a certain amount of pride to what he had done. Echo is the same as a doll for him, his favorite plaything, and like a child he is fiercely possessive of his beloved toy.

      Sweets || Any kind of them would do, and he loves them to almost an obsession, having an extreme sweet tooth when it comes to those sweet treats. 

      Experiments || He has a keen mind when it comes to his hobby, eagerly experimenting to anything and everything he doesn't know or comprehend. It has being like that since he was a child, always curious to new things and objects. 

      Logic  || That can explain all the functions of the world. Logic and order are some of the things his life revolves around since his childhood, so that is somewhat explainable.

      Writing || It helps him remember things better, ingrainnign them into his memory. He usually carries around a small notebook, but just writing them out on any surface is alright as well.
DISLIKES
      Things he doesn't know || That irks him to no end just thinking about the things that he is ignorant of out there. Though he is young, he believes that he is perfectly capable in getting all the knowledge in the world and he wouldn't stop until he gets just that.

      Being contradicted || If the other is right, he usually deals with it, but he is not used to see anyone have the same amount of knowledge as him to contradict him. In a town full of cons and thugs, finding someone as intelligent is rare, so it usually causes him to get rather defensive about it.

      Disturbances || Especially if he is engrossed in something he likes. He doesn't take disturbances well, and get extremely irritable unless it's something important.

TALENTS
      Memory || He has a near photographic memory, able to memorize anything after it has been written down. 

      Intelligence || He is definitely not one you should look down on knowledge wise, for he knows a great deal of things, even with his age. Young as he is, he reads and comprehends at speeds faster than most adults.

      Medicine || A few herbs here and there, and that's all he needs. He is able to recreate the medicines he sees in books as long as he has ten right materials, even create some of his own. The purple pills that Echo needs to maintain her condition is one that he created by experimenting with different plants and herbs.

      Science || That can be expected, but he is fluent in all aspects of science, and his most proficient subject is Biology. He can tell someone's anatomy at a glanced, along with several problems they might have. He views others as walking anatomical structures, able to analyse their movements. 

      Observation || A must have in any scientists life. He would never forgive himself if he didn't see the smallest detail in experiments, as each and every one of them might be crucial to the results. Not even the tiniest change eludes his keen eyes.

FLAWS
      Loyalty || He seriously doubts whether he court be loyal to anyone or anything, since he easily switched sides and rearely regards others as friends. He has no qualm when it comes to sacrificing someone for his own safety.

      Boredom || He is easily susceptible to boredom, and once that happens he doesn't know what would happen. He would do extreme things if he feels something was far too dull, and thus he always occupies himself with new projects and frequent experimentations.

      Judgment || His perception of good and bad is probably different from others, and ethics and morals are out of the question. He doesn't consider what he was doing to be inhumane, quite the contrary in fact. He views himself as helping humanity to achieve greater heights.

FEARS
      Death || Being a living thing, it can't be avoided, but he can't help that he fears the void of death despite his readiness to face it.

      Ignorance || Sometimes he feels that if you take his knowledge away from him, nothing will be left. Ignorance is something that he fears, and that's partly the reason why he so crazily tries to learn new things all the time.


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FAMILY
      Father | Aethelrad Helios | Deceased
      Mother | Braelyn Helios | Deceased
BIO
      When Winter was blowing through the air, a child was born with lavender hair a shade so pale it could be mistaken for a silver sheen. Born into a family of scientists, he was always surrounded by a world full of knowledge and discovery, one that was never kept from him. As a child, he was more intelligent than most children his age, flipping through the thick science journals belonging to his parents. His parents were kind people, each believing in the good of humanity and wishing to improve the lives of people. And they tried to bring their child up that way too, so for the most part, his childhood was happy. He was loved and he loved them as well, nothing went wrong with the world he was living in. He enjoyed learning about science, the science and formulas were always associated with his parents and thus a place of safety for him. Things changed slightly when the boy turned seven, capable of handling himself and doing small experiments with his chemistry set. He even got his own lab, one he could play around in. In any case, he noticed a change in his parents. They were not sleeping so often, and bags were starting to form under their eyes. The discussions over the dinner table was becoming more and more complicated, from things he could comprehend to those he could not. Genetics, the forming of cellulose. Things that sounded foreign to the child. So he studied, hoping to join in, to get noticed and make his own contributions to the conversation. But that was when his life turned for the worse.

      His parents were on a new project, one to save humankind. They wanted to introduce humans to the place called Outlands, to leave the overpopulated planet behind. To create a new generation of people, in order to continue humankind as a whole. But some people didn’t want that to happen. They were afraid of change, of ideas and concepts that went against their plans. And so, Alistair woke to the day of his birthday surrounded by flames. He was the only one that survived, a miracle child. He was lucky, yet he didn’t feel that way. It was the first time he questioned the values of his parents, and life wasn’t quite the same again. He was put under the care of some of his parents’ colleagues, and though they didn’t treat him badly something was missing. Things just wasn’t the same any longer, and he buried himself in the world of science once again, with the formulas that was so dear to him. It was a place of safety, that he could remember his parents, and he didn’t want to get out into real life any longer. That period ended when he turned ten. He seemed to come into the acceptance and realization that life wasn’t so simple as he thought. He made two decisions, that one, he was going to continue where his parents left off. And two, that he was no longer going to care about the human world.
      It was hard of course, to say you were only doing it for your own interest, so he went with the claim of his parents. That he was going to bring them to the future, to improve lives. At the age of ten, he was ready to take on the study his parents left behind. Trying to convince others to listen to him was hard, but he succeeded in the end, proving that he was a child prodigy to the world when he solved equations and formulas that would take ages for someone to figure out in seconds. He read extensively and grew to lead others, until he had a whole lab of his own to test things out and others to help him exactly ten years after the incident. And then he reached another problem. Judging from the amount of oxygen there, they would need larger lungs that could take in more air, the bronchi would have to absorb more oxygen, the heart would have to beat faster. But even if he tested it on any animal, it would be hard for the officials to agree to genetically modify humans. He found the perfect answer to it a few days later. Of course, humans would be the solution to the own problem they caused. So he changed his objective to creating an artificial human being. It was fun, to say the truth, doing something he had always wanted to since he was a child. He always wanted to make another sibling, but this time he made ones with dolls in mind. Puppets for controlling, without emotions to fuss over, without attachments. None of that annoying chatter, but what he did not expect was how the final product turned out. After months after months of failures and the subjects becoming neucrotic, he succeeded. The result, was Echo. Once he found success, he created things to maintain it. For her unique body, he invented the purple pills, needed to maintain her body and all the functions of it. It keeps her alive, all the organs acting correctly without becoming dysfuctional. Her personality was something that cropped up, something that wasn’t part of his plans, as was her ability to think.

      When they were found because of a careless citizen, he wasn’t too frazzled. It was as if he had expected it, and in a way, he has. He lived with the fact that it was going to to be found someday, a risk that he was willing to take. So when the men barged in and put a gun to his head while telling him to surrender, he wasn’t surprised. He was caught and tried, like the others in his group, but unlike them he wasn’t executed. Perhaps it was because of his abnormal intelligence, but he was given the verdict of going to the outlands, along with the experiment he was fascinated in. Of course, he took it as an opportunity to study her behaviour in the habitat meant for her.

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Character Sheet by © Masquerade (Skye)

So begins...

Alastair Helios's Story

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These last few days had been rather busy for Echo, she had gone from living in a closet sized room to being enclosed in a space bigger than she knew what to do with; been tried and found guilty for existing, and was now on some sort of large metal moving thing that zipped across the country at one hundred miles an hour to take them to the Outlands. The metal tin was silver on the outside, the inside seats a plush blue. The little thing was busy bouncing around, sometimes crawling under chairs and other times standing on top of a seat to look out the window. They had not bothered to hand cuff Echo as she currently did not pose any threat to them. Unlike the adults who could cause tons of damage. The two guards seemed to enjoy watching Echo's antics until the big metal tin came to a screeching stop on the rails and she almost went flying off of the seat, then one of them yelled at her to sit down.

She crossed the space, grumbling and sitting beside her creator, Alastair. Echo fiddled with the buttons on her new jacket, suddenly bored now that she had to sit down. A loud noise rumbled outside, possibly thunder that was close by, and caused the girl to scream. She had never heard such a noise and it was far too loud for her sensitive senses. Echo ducked under the seat, plugging her ears with her fingers in order to block out the sound. She glanced down at her new boots, still not used to the sensation of shoes on her feet. The girl had been outfitted for their expedition to the outside. The government wasn't merciless, they gave banished citizens the tools they would need to survive for at least a week but after that they were on their own.

So Echo had gotten new shoes and a set of clothing that wasn't an over sized tee shirt. She was currently adorned in a pair of pants, brown boots, a long sleeved shirt and a fuzzy pink coat with bunny ears that were sewn onto the hood. The backpack she was supposed to take was sitting on the seat, an ugly brown satchel filled with protein bars, water, and food that could be heated with nothing more than air. To Echo it was like magic as she did not understand the concepts of science and chemical reactions. "Are we almost there?" The girl poked her head out from under the seat to question Alastair although she doubted he had the answer. Normally Alastair knew everything but these past few days she had hardly gotten to see the man and when she had he didn't hold any of the keys to her questions. "Echo does not like this noise," another round of thunder made her scream and she plugged her fingers in her ears once more.

Finally the train stopped and the guards stood, stretching from sitting hunched over for so long and informing the prisoners to stand. Echo grabbed her bag, shrugging the too big satchel over her shoulder. The short girl was forced to drag it and stumbled over the pack twice before reaching the door. She was raring to get off of this train and taste freedom. For years Echo had lived in a crate with hardly any room to stretch but now she was finally going to see the outside! She glanced nervously between the guards and Alastair. There were several others on the machine with them, but Echo had avoided them. One was particularly scary looking lady with red hair and eyes that held an expression of contempt. The others consisted of a blonde who did not seem bothered by any of this, and a girl with the most exotic looking eyes Echo had ever seen.

An oxygen tank was threaded through her belt. Echo put the mask on her head, but had no idea what to do after that. One of the guards sighed and knelt down to adjust it, bringing the piece over her mouth and nose. It was uncomfortable and so the girl pulled it down so it was hanging like a necklace. "Welcome to the Outlands," one of the peace keepers moved out of the way as the door opened, revealing a barren wasteland with crippled buildings in the distance. The ground was dry and scorched of any grass, cracks in the earth informing them that water had not passed through this unrevitalized area in quite some time. At the sight of this world, Echo drew back. This was not the beautiful place she had imagined; the trees were dead and withering, the oxygen so thin it was making her head spin. She turned back, going to where Alastair was and grabbing onto his pant leg as if that would provide her protection. "Echo wants to go back." She whispered as the guards prodded them forward, one stood by the door, the other turning on some sort of stick so that it buzzed with electricity.

"Alright, everybody off!"

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Surprising what people do in court. He had calmly went through all the trials, being very interested in them, in fact. Add that as a bit of knowledge to his book. It was fun to see how the lawyers reacted toward such a hard case. The one where they convicted Echo was fascinating, as they threw the topic back and forth. They were so puzzled over her case it was hilarious. It was probably the first time they had encountered such a odd case before, and it was definitely worth seeing. They were speeding to what would be their prison in a silver tin, speeding toward the Outlands. He was extremely impressed by how technology had advanced so quickly, while he is skilled in the various science topics, he wasn't so good at making gadgets and wires come to life. Alastair leaned back in his blue seat in a relaxed pose, one handcuffed hand propping his head up as he calmly watched Echo in her antics. Running around and crawling under chairs, how his experiment had turned out amused him greatly. He was expecting something without a mind or voice, not even a personality. What he got however, was something he wouldn't consider a complete success, but good nonetheless. Sometimes science didn't even adhere to its own rules.

Then, the vehicle came to a screeching stop, and he lurched forward in his chair, reaching one hand out instinctively to stop Echo from falling before noticing that she wasn't beside him anymore. Thankfully, she was relatively unscathed as he regarded her critically from his side of the tin when she crossed over to sit next to him again. He would get extremely upset if his precious doll was dented in some way. She seemed to be the one he had to work with, at least for the time being that he couldn't make more subjects. "Are you hurt?" He queried, in case he missed something out, when thunder rumbled in the distance as she crawled under the chair, screaming. A small know formed between his eyebrows. Of course, he had not thought about the fact that she had to get used to the environment outside yet, so she would be as sensitive as a newborn child would be to this world, sensing most things for the first time. It was something he never considered before, assuming that he would keep her in the lab for the most part.

He looked at his own outfit subconsciously when he saw Echo regard hers, looking down at the sterile white with some satisfaction. He had successfully persuaded them to let him keep his lab coat, so he was dressed in all white, the coat flapping at his knees. He wore a pair of white jeans as well, along with a pair of sneakers. Old habits die hard, and he was still used to being clothed in white most of the time. He was probably easily recognizable, the white on his body and even his hair could be spotted from a distance away, but frankly he could care less. It gave him a sense of peace really, when he still felt that he was in the lab and ready to work. He could do nothing about the satchel though, one filled with food and proteins that would react chemically with air. There were some chemical reactions which caused burning when in contact with air, such as the concept the reaction hydrogen had with oxygen. He accidentally set the lab on fire by making an balloon filled with hydrogen explode in the air, but he had never tried to cook food with them. How science has progressed.

"Are we almost there?" He was snapped out of his musings momentarily when Echo asked him that, poking her head out from under the chair. "I... Don't know." It irked him greatly that he had to admit to that fact, but the happenings recently have been completely out of his grasp. It was irritating, but a good experience to learn nevertheless. "Echo does not like this noise." "I. I do not like this noise." He corrected her patiently while studying the other occupants of the transport vehicle. He wasn't able to study them for as long as he liked however, as the vehicle came to a stop and the guards stood up to lead them out into the wasteland. He was given an oxygen tank, which he threaded through his belt with a sigh, pulling the mask over his nose and mouth. It wasn't so different from the surgical masks, so he was more used to it.The place was much worse than he expected however, with the cracked ground and withered trees. Yet again, he didn't have high hopes from what he'd heard of that place either.

"I. It's I want to go back." Despite the fact that the situation they were in was a rather dire one, Alastair didn't hesitate to correct his subject yet again as she gripped his pant leg. At least she was adapting pretty well to the lack of oxygen the their climate, so the improved lung capacity must had some effect on her ability to survive. It was his silent victory.

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___Imaget was with a whisper that Queen Demetria's life took a turn for it's worst. After the jury had claimed she was guilty she had been taken to a prison cell where the guards despite having served her for more than three years treated her as if she was but a lowly thief. The contempt in their hearts was pathetic. The kingdom would surely fall without her guidance, and with how corrupt everyone in parliament was Aliea gave them three months at best before a revolution was in store.

'My kingdom....' she thought regrettably and wondered if attempting to murder the king was a bit of an over-reaction. Thinking back on it, even if she did have his child she could have passed the responsibility to another. Ah, but what if the child grew hateful? It's resentment muffled by duty, and then one day it explodes and takes the kingdom down with it? 'I do not regret what I did,' although, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt somewhere in her heart. The king while ignorant and quite stupid, was an okay man. He wasn't mean, nor was he haughty, but his weakness was his lack of knowledge.

Queen Demetria was then brought rudely out of her musings when the train came to a stop and a little girl with purple gray hair almost flew out of her seat, thus causing the guards to yell at her. Now that was the reason why she never wanted to have children. They were too innocent, too wild, and too aggravating. Never knowing when to stop or what consequences their actions may have. And while it is true that Aelia was once a kid she didn't have a choice of being born. It was her parent's and they took responsibility for their actions. Something which she didn't want to do.

The child then proceeded to seat herself and asked the boy next to her a question, and while not particularly caring what was being said she wondered what the relationship between the two of them were. The boy was much too young and the child much too old for it to be possible parental relationship. Although, there were more oddities than that in the world, and an example as such would be his hair. It was purple but not vividly so for it held an undertone of silver which seemed to dominate it's mass. And similar to his hair his eyes were a purple color too but Aelia couldn't be too sure because his gaze was in a perpetual state of squinting. 'I wonder....'

And as the boy began to correct the child's pronouns Aelia noticed another boy with strikingly yellow hair that reminded her of the garden she left behind at the castle. It was styled in a way that if she had been a common girl the mere sight of him would have had her falling, but she wasn't and thus she found it quite disturbing. Too bright was it in contrast to the dreary outside world. And as if he were the personification of nature itself his blue eyes were the sky that the sun seemed to settle in.

But even the sun sets and underneath she had an inkling that he was tired. After all she wore the same expression, although much more openly.

Last but not least was a girl with pale blue hair and rather boring hazel eyes. Her skin was porcelain, and there was a rather odd disposition to her. It was abnormal to say the least, as if there was something she wasn't showing.

Finally the train stopped and as it did so the loud voice rose above the silence, "Welcome to the Outlands." The guards then began to fasten oxygen masks on their faces, but threaded it through the loops of their belt. It was uncomfortable, but if it meant surviving Aelia could deal with it.

The train door then opened a man turned on a taser making sure not to point it at anyone person, but to show it's presence as a tactic of intimidation. It was working, but it wasn't as if she had any thoughts of running away either. "Alright, everybody off!" and so she did.

As her foot touched burnt ground she had to close her eyes. Before it was as if everything she had gone through since her trail had been a nightmare, but as she reached the end point it was a bit much. Taking a big gulp of oxygen she opened her eyes and schooled her expression into that of indifference. The fight to survive was about to start, and she for one wasn't going to die because others thought her to be weak. No, they would be the ones rolling in their grave.




    OOC: I'll edit it even more tomorrow.

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XXXXXAnd to think it had all started with a pocket watch. A single goddamn pocket watch. Not even a nice one, no. He didn't even have the dignity of knowing, sure, he was going to his death, but at least it was for something valuable. Instead, what he was going to die for was a single, rusted, dented, dingy, worth-nothing pocket watch. He couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of poetic justice. After all, he'd pulled off better heists than that one for things worth a hell of a lot more. But it's the stupid pocket watch he got busted for? Maybe he's been wrong his whole life. Maybe there was some kind of cosmic force lording over his actions, punishing wrong-doings. But he couldn't see how that would make any sense, considering the greatest thieves of all were rewarded every day of their lives, perched high in the marble mansions, sucking away on their silver spoons.

XXXXXLeon could only sigh softly at his fate--almost in a bored fashion--leaning against the side rail of the corner seat he had chosen and promptly been cuffed to. The ride had been silent for the most part, the other passengers seemingly in a quiet contemplation of their own sorry fates. All except for one girl, just a little thing with strangely colored bright red eyes and silver hair. She was silent for a majority of the ride as well, but likely certainly not in contemplation. Small as she was, the guards hadn't cuffed her to any chair, and Leo watched, bemused, as she scurried about from seat to seat. She reminded him of an excitable child, much like the orphans he knew on the street. As he thought this, his mind couldn't help but wander back to those children. Often, he would steal food for them; he remembered how it felt to starve. He wondered if they would manage to survive without him. He was torn from his reveries by a shout from one of the guards. Glancing up, he saw the strange girl grumbling as she moved back to her seat. He recalled the jarring stop they had come to moments before; she must have fallen. There was silence for a few blissful moments, then a rumbling outside, and a scream inside. Leo winced, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He hated when people screamed. It drew too much attention. The girl only had enough time to ask the man beside her a question before there was more rumbling and, sadly, more screaming. It ceased eventually, and the train was silent once more. Leo took the opportunity to observe the rest of the passengers he was doomed to die with.

XXXXXHe started with the male the young girl had spoken too. He didn't seem too concerned with the going-ons, calmly observing the girl's antics. He couldn't quite pinpoint their relationship, but he settled on a vague care-taker one. After all, the man seemed to be slightly concerned with the girl's screaming, and he spent time correcting her grammar, but at the same time, Leo felt an air of detachment. In fact, everything about the man screamed "distant," from his stark white attire to his cold gaze. But somehow, Leo could tell he was intelligent. He would make a useful ally, but he wasn't sure having the man on his side would be worth having to carry the child along as well. And in this death sentence, he knew he wouldn't have the opportunity to reflect back on his moral choices.

XXXXXHis eyes drifted to a head of dark red hair and the harsh eyes beneath it. The woman he was staring at was beautiful, certainly, and she held herself, even handcuffed to a chair and condemned to death, with poise. Her entire appearance was regal, lovely. But her eyes held his interest. He cocked his head slightly, examining the cold, calculating glances she was throwing about the train. This was the Queen, he knew instantly. The others had gotten trials, but he had none. A mere street urchin, a dirty thief, he hadn't even been granted that right, merely thrown to the wolves. So his crime had occurred much later than the others. And before he had been caught, he heard whispers on the wind of the royal treason.

XXXXXIt stunned him, being in her presence. Not because she was nobility, the Queen, and him a dirty peasant. Not because she was radiant as all the stories told her to be. No, because she was there. Just like him. It astounded him that, at the very least, he was equal in status to her royal highness. So it was true. Everybody equaled out in the end. A mirthless chuckle, nearly soundless, escaped his lips at the thought.

XXXXXFinally, there was one other girl. The first thing his eyes landed on was her hair. Then, they dropped down to her expression. She looked bored, perhaps more bored than him and the white-dressed man combined.

XXXXXBefore he could think any more about the girl's expression, the train came to a halt. Was this it? The oxygen mask being placed around his face told him yes. The tank was threaded through his belt, urgency evident as he was pushed towards the exit. He stepped out eagerly onto the barren land, ignoring the guards and their petty intimidation tactics, glad to be out of the suffocating tin can. As the scorched landscape entered his sight, a smile couldn't stop itself from worming its way across his face. Yes, there was a certain freedom in death.

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Character Portrait: Auriel Hawthorne Character Portrait: Echo Character Portrait: Aelia Demetrias Character Portrait: Alastair Helios Character Portrait: Leon Macchia Character Portrait: Leona Inoa
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Echo turned to look at Alastair, clearly not pleased with the fact that he was correcting her. She knew of her speech problems, but Echo was never supposed to talk and so she had to learn to speak from listening to other scientists converse. He didn't seem to be paying attention though, something was clearly bugging him and it made Echo nervous. "Is everything alright?" She asked, tugging on his pant leg again. It was obvious that Alastair wasn't pleased with something or another and Echo braced herself to be punished for some minor infraction. Echo was pulled away from him suddenly and she struggled, suddenly in the grip of the guards. She was booted out of the train and onto the cracked earth, dirt clinging to her previously clean jacket.

Echo stood and cursed under her breath, using every bad word she had ever overheard in the lab. She pulled the hood up on her rabbit sweatshirt and huffed indigently, the action making her head suddenly spin from the lack of oxygen in the atmosphere. While Echo could breath just fine, there wasn't enough air for her to feel like she could take a deep breath and so she had to take short, rapid breaths in order to keep her head on right. The guard that had thrown her out gestured to put the oxygen mask on, but Echo simply stuck her tongue out at him and turned around, waiting for Alastair.

As she watched the shimmer at the edge of what looked to be a city in the distance, Echo noticed a pair of eyes staring back at her. Curious she took a step forward, squinting in an attempt to get a better look but the yellow orbs blinked and were gone. "What was that?" Echo wondered and began to walk. She had taken a few more steps before remembering her creator and turning back. "Let's go, Echo wants to see the city." She trudged back to the silver haired man, a bit impatient, Echo was finally free of that underground room and she was going to spend as much time as possible exploring the world she had never gotten to know.

The other three were thrown off the train as well, the creepy blond, the girl with amazing eyes, and the scary lady that reeked of blood. Once they were off the door to the train closed and the metal tube zipped away. Echo picked up her fallen bag and went to hide behind Alastair. She didn't realize these other people would be them and Echo didn't like it. Especially the lady with the red hair and eyes, she scared Echo. Her stomach growled but Echo ignored it, she had grown used to the feeling of hunger and was certain that Alastair would be mad if she ate now as they would have to save their food for the journey ahead.