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Haine (experiment A197E5)

"...where is my Tamer? Give me back my Tamer, you son of a bitch...I will burn you all!"

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by blackwolf

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Name: Haine (no family name)

Nickname: experiment A197E5; Haine

Age: 19

Role: Assassin

Partner:Ember

Inhuman Abilities: Fire manipulation

As the one who possesses the power of Fire, Haine 's ability is called "Fire Manipulation". He can excite or speed up an object's atoms, increasing their thermal energy until they ignite, not necessarily objects, but also air particles. He can also control and move the flames, including the shape, heat and even color; that said, pretty much everything with this power comes down to Burn It. This is very aggressive power allowing several powerful attacks, but it is some ways the most vulnerable as well, given than fire doesn't exist in itself but needs other elements. His ability includes:

-Create, Generate and/or Control Fire and Heat of various intensities.

(That means: Burn/melt objects such as ice or metal, as well as people; Cause burning pains and actual burns in others;Create firestorms or fire-pits; Release the fire/heat in differing ways, including eyes or mouth; fireworks of varying power or explosions; kicks, punches and/or weapons by surrounding his limbs or weapons in fire.)

-Elemental Constructs of fire, including weapons, walls, or allies/servants.

-Fire Mimicry

-Fly by projecting fire under one's self and/or by Jet Propulsion.

-Heat Absorption

The limitations of his ability are:

-Can only use when he's conscious.

-Can be overpowered by the power of Water

-Need oxygen in order for this power to work.

-Cause minor to serious burns depends on the amount of time he uses it.

Weapons: Fire Sword

Personality: Just like his ability suggests, Haine is a very hot-headed boy, never listens to anyone but his Tamer. He's easily angered and quite cocky about his ability. He's sadistic and merciless to his enemies but quite soft and gentle to his friends and Tamer. He's blunt, never thinks before he speaks and he speaks his mind only. Haine is extremely protective and possessive of his Tamer and will go berserk at the first sight of his Tamer being harmed. The special thing about Haine is that he can't see the difference between right and wrong and therefore, his Tamer is his only solution. What his Tamer says is true then it is true...and if not, then it is false. That's all that matters. All in all, Haine depends heavily on his Tamer and is lost without his Tamer. He sees his Tamer as his only guide. Sorry because it's so short, I will add more as time goes on

Theme Song: Animal I have become

Anything Else? Haine has an exceptional strong bond with his Tamer and will go berserk when he isn't near his Tamer for a long period of time, when he's angry or when his Tamer is hurt in any ways or forms.

So begins...

Haine (experiment A197E5)'s Story

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Haine woke up with a groan as he turned his head and depressedly buried his face deep into the pillow, trying hard not to let the awful sunlight continued its assaults as it danced happily on his red hair. In his sleepy state of mind, Haine lazily squashed the light, temporarily forgot that the light itself can't be squashed by a human hand. Urg...he wanted to sleep. Last night was not a good one. He had one of those flashbacks from the time when he was still...an experience. It was not a very happy one. Haine rubbed his left arm irritatedly and felt the roughness of the scars which laid harmlessly beneath the soft fabric reminded him of the time where he had just been slightly better than a slave. He gritted his teeth as he felt his body heated up. He couldn't lose control that easily. But then again, he hadn't practiced his power for a long time now...and it was starting to affect his temper as he desired nothing more than to lash out at everyone and everything around him. He wanted to unleash his power and destroy things, burn it, kill it...He gripped his arm tighter. No. He couldn't do it...At least not yet. He would wait for his chance...And he could kill when his tamper gave him the signal. Haine's power was a strange one. If he didn't release it once in a while, meaning that he had to use them to burn or destroy things once in a while, it would slowly burn his body from the inside out and kill him. Simple as that. He guessed that's why he was one of the people who had the shortest temper in the whole group. Because his power always demanded to be out, to be released from its chain, to be free, to burn...

Haine's hand moved from his arm to his forehead as he rubbed it, trying his best to prevent one of his early explosion. Where was Ember anyway? The girl always made everything better...Her nature calmed him down instantly just by standing next to him and her words always had a special soothing effect that no one else had. He stood up from his bed, stumbled slightly as he opened the closet and took out his usual clothes - his dark red sleeveless shirt and his black jeans. Running a hand through his hair in an attempt to smoothen it down without needing to comb it, Haine yawned and walked out of his room sleepily. He felt his mouth tugged into a familiar cocky smile as he forcefully pushed all those bad memories or near-explosions into the back of his mind...well, if he did indeed lose control today, that's what Ember was for, right? The young man took a deep breath and called out, too lazy to search for his Tamper and not in the mood to ask anyone else. He didn't really understand why Ember wanted to stick with them...really. He thought they were fine on their own...no need to make a fuss by spending time with those useless creatures even though Haine had to reluctantly admit that some of them were... tolerable, that didn't automatically mean he had to stick to those weaklings. But then again, Ember's decision was what mattered the most. He took a deep breath and called out...

"...Ember...where are you?..."

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Ember was thankful for the interruption as Sebastian Marx made his way past herself and Luka. She caught him looking at her without interest, for which she was thankful she didn't need anyone being nosy about her business. That was when some insightly interruption swept into the room.
“LUKA!” Ember gave Ren a cold glare watching him jump on to Luka like a five year old. Truthfully, she was glad she wasn't a tamer for a child. In that respect she pitied Luka, but not much. In her mind it gave her an advantage, he had to babysit. Ember sent a silent thankyou that Haine was more mature than that.
“Everyone seems to be up early.”
"We mightn't be if someone wasn't so loud" she muttered tartly to herself, making use of the distraction to start to slip past Luka. She made a point to ignore the fact that she'd been out that night of her own free will.
"Good morning."
The overly cheerful Emilia entering the kitchen made Ember grind her teeth slightly before continueing her way down the hall. Sometimes she wondered if that child had gone through half of what the rest of them had...and if she had how had she managed to be so...so sickly optimistic. She glanced down at her gloved hands, thankful for the silky black material hiding some of her flaws. She still had a few bruises on her lower arms and a scar on her right hand, on both sides where a knife had gone through. At first the scientists had tried so hard to get her physically stronger, however they always failed. Her body simply wasn't made for it. Ember flinched slightly as a memory wormed it's way into her mind unbidden.
She'd just been in to help Haine, after he'd lost it again. This round had been harder to snap him out of it than last time. As soon as she'd been returned to her cell, the scientists turned on her. They always punished her out of sight of Haine, in order to keep him from going too berserk. She'd remembered the way her eyes darkened to auburn as they'd attempted to make her train harder to gain some muscle. Finally after hours of physical pain, they'd given up, resorting to the mental machine in hope it would enhance her illusion's. Knowing what was coming Ember had crafted an illusion of her own with the remaining strength she'd had left. The scientist saw her back away. He came forward and attempted to jamm the strange device on her head, only to find it disappear straight through. He wasn't dumb. As soon as that happened, he turned quickly to where Ember had been seated on the floor previously, splaying his hands into the area, catching Ember on the side of the head. She tried to keep up the illusion that she wasn't there, but he could feel her. He managed to find her arm even as she jerked away, pulling out a knife and sending it straight through her hand. The illusion was shattered as Ember's concentration went beyond limits. As the machine was thrust over head, the last thing Ember remembered was the painful jolt of the electric current and her own screams.
"I got you something, I hope it will be of use to you."
The words jerked Ember out of her memory and for once she was thankful for Emilia's voice. That was when she caught site of the journal. Ember cocked her head slightly, her black eyes immediately locking onto the book. That was rather interesting...and something she could use. She made a slight mental note to at some point get a good look at his diary in order to gain more knowledge of him. There was a reason she didn't write. Writing was weakness, anyone could come and find ink and pages, few knew how to break into the privacy of your own mind.
She caught Emilia smiling at her and pointedly turned away. She was not interested in forming friendships, what she wanted was to survive and find something she and Haine could hang on to. Emilia did not fit into that category. She watched as Emilia's normally cheerful face changed slightly to unease as she mentioned food.
"If you're hungry, I did get some food."
This annoyed Ember to some extent. She hated relying on anyone. She made a point to make sure she was always independent. For that reason she was so thankful she was not an assassin, to rely on someone meant some form of weakness. Fortunately Haine had her, meaning his weakness was not an issue. This sudden thought irritated her. She was not Haine's weakness. The other tamers were, but not her.
Lindsey stalked through without a word followed by Arden looking for Sasha. Ember didn't bother replying to his question.
"Morning"
Ember turned to find Terelle. Looking exhausted. This made her feel somewhat pleased. At least there was one other here that would be exhausted. That was when she stopped and just stared for a bit. Ember's features hardened at the thought that she might be like herself. Silently observing, like she had done to Luka previously.
Suddenly she returned to normal and asked for Alex.
That assassin drove Ember mad. Of all of them she hated Alex the most finding him deceptive and unpredictable. The idea that Terelle didn't know where he was also worried Ember. With a stupid kid that dangerous, without a sane mind, loose on the streets, Ember was sure anything could happen. Her lip curled at the thought of the lunatic somewhere she didn't know. She liked to know things.
"...Ember...where are you?..."
At the sound of Haine's voice Ember was off. She left those in the kitchen and proceeded to find Haine in the hallway. Behind her Sergio threatened to kill them. This last comment almost made her hang back, just to annoy him, however Haine had requested her presence and she decided to humour him. She glided silently past the rest of them to join Haine in the hall.
She allowed her mask to relax slightly. Haine didn't bother her like the others. Even so she kept most of it carefully in place in case of prying eyes. She gave him a knowing look. She could tell he was irritable today. She caught sight of the scars on his arm and a flicker of pain rippled through her face before settling back to neutral.
"I need to get out" the words were soft, almost gentle though too quiet for the others to hear. She wanted out. She'd had enough of these people, especially the overly cheerful. Again she wondered if any of those particular once had been through what Haine and herself had been through. She could feel the heat coming from him and was sure he needed to get out himself.

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"I need to get out"

Ember's voice brought Haine back to reality as he looked into her eyes and his lips curled into a toothy grin. He was dying to get out! He bowed to her, his left hand swept like a gentleman as his eyes shone brightly like a child receiving early Christmas' presents. He greeted her cheerfully "...Hello, Ember! You look really lovely today" He clapped his hands together excitedly "...When can we go? Can we go now? Can I kill?" He shot her hundreds questions, eager to get out of the gloomy house. He hated staying inside for too long and besides, his power was beginning to get out of hands if his temperature were any indications. He ran a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to look 'cool' and he walked side by side with his tamper. He didn't understand her for some reasons. Well, what was so wrong with loosen up sometimes? He knew that she always tried to kill in the least messy ways possible but what was the fun in that? What was the fun in choking a man or making him have a heart-attack? Wasn't painting the house red with his blood way funnier? Or maybe cutting his limbs into pieces was much more excited...Either way, his tamper preferred to keep her temper and her desires. Haine really didn't understand that. He would probably jump at the first chance of a messy kill and wouldn't be hesitant to rip off a man's heart. But he guessed that was what his tamper was for. To control his impulses. He licked his lips as he imagined how much fun he could have if he went outside this house. And it seemed his tamper was getting a little bit restless. That was good. If the girl gave him the permission to have a mass massacre, he would be a very, very happy man. He stiffened a giggle as he listened to her answers. Hopefully, Ember would give him what he wanted.

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Ember watched, her face revealing nothing as Haine gave a slight, gentlemen bow towards her. Aside from a slight raise of her eyebrows, she made no notion that she'd noticed it. Haine's eyes glowed with excitement, and Ember could practically feel his eagerness to get out.
"...Hello, Ember! You look really lovely today"
Ember, typically, ignored the compliment. She didn't particularly care what people thought of her appearance, as long as she was either considered intimidating or not to be messed with. Unknown or mysterious were acceptable observations too, pretty did not make it onto the list. Haine was practically jumping up in down in excitement and it appeared to Ember that in a way to control himself slightly he clapped his hands together, in what seemed to be a rather childlike manner. She regarded him silently, allowing her eyes to rove over his energy bound form.
"...When can we go? Can we go now? Can I kill?"
She arched one of her eyebrows slightly as he bombarded her with questions, running his hand through his hair rather arrogantly as they started to make their way out of the warehouse. As they walked out, Ember passed the notorious Alex, and couldn't help but give him a withering glare as herself and Haine exited. She couldn't stand the man. His outright arrogance, and knack of getting under her skin was enough to drive her mad. After delivering her glare, Ember swiftly looked straight forward, now purposefully ignoring the man's presence. In comparison to him, she was superior and she made sure to show the fact whenever he came within her perimeter.
Haine still was barely managing to contain his blood lust, that much she could tell as he licked his lips. He was honestly starting to get just that little bit annoying, Ember pursed her lips as she caught him stiffening a giggle. Finally, he seemed to calm down to some extent, and her black eyes met his own.
"We are simply going to the forest, and no you are not to kill." her words were clipped and cold as per usual. "You know why we can't, I can't afford to have the hunters after us"
Then again, she wouldn't mind him char grilling Alex. She continued to walk further into the forest until they were around fifteen minutes walk from the warehouse. She'd managed to gather a reasonable lot of dried wood over the last couple of weeks, in anticipation to Haine having one of his break downs.
"Go wild" she said simply, knowing he would probably be disappointed that he couldn't burn anyone. "Just don't burn the whole forest down"
She then found a nearby tree, and lazily sat down underneath one. Her rather full skirt sprawled elegantly around her, as she rested her chin on her gloved hands. Her long black hair hung in silky lengths down her back, soaking up the sun. Finding herself alone with Haine, she found her face relaxing into a rather content smile, waiting for the fireworks show. Truly, the only time she felt she could be herself was when herself and Haine were alone, no arrogant Sebastian, overly cheerful Emilia, insane Devan or smug, stupid Alex.
The sunlight filtering through the trees gave her a rather lazy, warm feeling, and for the first time in a long while, Ember found herself relaxing and allowing herself to stop analysing everything. There was something immensely satisfying about being on top of things, and knowing when to relax. She gazed over at Haine, waiting for him to relax too, and enjoy burning. No doubt she'd have to stop him from going too far, but at the moment it didn't particularly bother her. In fact, it might give some excitement to the rather strained, boring days in the warehouse. She felt empowered, sitting outside, away from the restraints of the others.

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