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Experiment #11

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a character in “Caught in the middle”, as played by Ghost Chrismen


Andrew Korte, 22, "Blank", Male

Andrew Is Mute, and Deaf, Wears a Hood all the time, White shoes, Grey pants. He has Brownish Black hair, and green eyes.


Him Being deaf and Mute does not make him any different from his Ability, He is able to read lips, to help him hear in a way, and Writes on a little white board to speak, He has a Very "different" way of expressing his feelings, sooooo yeah..... He enjoys many things but we'll get back to that.

[Likes] [Dislikes]
o Happiness Bullets x
o Flying planes Flack Roundsx
o Cute things Dead things x

He has the Ability to Harness the ability of his foe (Please edit this or give me Idea's if this is not allowed! Sorry!) But, only at a limit, if he "stole" the ability to breath fire, then it would be weaker but faster of an attack. So, he can't be much of a help in battle, but he makes up in it with his Pilots License, smarts, and problem solving.

Pilot of the experiments, Helpful

The white board is his weapon...

He doesn't have any Enhancements or anything awesome, unless you count the ability to read lips.

Bullets, Knifes, Explosives, Poisons, illness, and the list goes on.....

Deaf, Mute, Nice, and helpful

He is, Different at most....

Andrew was born Mute and Deaf, he learned to write well and his father made him use a white board to communicate. He grew up normally until He was kidnapped..... He was in a Room next to all the other experiments, mostly because he was Harmless with this power he has, He was tested upon regularly. He knows that this is his new life, to sit down in this 4 wall room with a bed, walls, and a Broken TV set. He never gained from anything during this process, well, except this power, but still... he wondered what the other Experiments where like, what they looked like, what they could do to escape.....

So begins...

Experiment #11's Story


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A boy, Experiment 11, found his way to a small ghost town. A Dagger logged in his back and bleeding out very quickly.

He began to think....
My name is Andrew
I Don't Know
Am I?
I fell something, what is it? I never learned anything! I was the weakest of them... was I? I was allowed out of my room often. I was normal, right? I want to meet them. The others.
Are they mean?
Are they nice?
Are they alone?
Are they like me?
Are the-

He began to faint from the blood loss, falling on the ground and then nothing......
Maybe someone would find him.
Maybe not....


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"Why...well, why shouldn't I? I..I know I'm just a stranger but..well, it's not right for people to suffer. Those who are stuck in situations they can't escape...people who are oppressed by the strong for selfish reasons..that's not right. I can't just sit back and do nothing, can I? That would make me as bad as them." the male answered finally. Micha stared at him in shock.

"I don't know what your situation is..and you don't need to tell me, but it's ok to be free. I don't think you're weak because you've been living a damaged life..I just want to help, even if it's just one person..." He said.

Micha stared at him...and then pulled him into a hug.

"You are the kindest person i have ever met..." She whispered, her eyes watering as she fought tears.


Ameya paused on her walk through the shadows. A boy staggered to the light. She watched as he fell to the ground an hesitated. He had a knife protruding from his back, so obviously he was in trouble...was he worth stepping into whatever shit he was in? She sighed as she thought of what her sister would say...of course she had to help him....hopefully this wasnt too much trouble.

"Ugh..." she sighed as she crossed the street.

She crouched down and examined the boy for a moment before she picked him up over her shoulder and started towards her apartment. It didn't take very long to get to her house. She slowly trudged up the stairs with the boy over her shoulder.

Once inside she laid him face down on her couch and brought out her medical supplies. he examined the wound with a critical eye. Someone stabbed him in the back...unfortunate.

"What happened to you?" she whispered as she ripped his shirt open, then pulled the knife out. She pressed applied alcohol to the wound to clean it before she dressed the wound and rolled him over.

What was she supposed to do now.