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Aramay

"It could be worse. Right?"

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a character in “Escape to the Outside”, as played by Aramay

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Name: Aramay
Age: 28
Gender:Female
Mutation/Abilities: Failed chimera: Due to unknown factors mutations from the concoction of DNA she was given, expressed themselves far more than anyone expected. The results of this are still unfolding and so unusual that she is often checked on and tested to see what each new change brings. Thus far she's shown increasing dexterity in her tail and feet along with improved vision in low to no-light settings. And when properly motivated, can cover long distances in a short amount of time, but not for very long.
Mutation Appearance: With a somewhat elongated spine she has a slightly hunched appearance; ending in a naked, lean, two foot long tail. Her fingertips look puffy and are tipped with the beginnings of thick, rounded claws. While her elongated feet makes her legs more digitigrade like an animal's the toes on her feet are rather long; almost like that of a rat, only much more dexterous like a monkey's where the big toe almost acts as a thumb for grip. So far her face has maintained most of its humanity but her teeth have been slowly falling out to be replaced by much sharper canines. Her facial features have elongated slightly to try and compensate for the increased number of teeth that are still growing in. Her ears have also grown a bit and shown increased signs of independent movement.
Description: Her most recent measurements put her at 5'8" while at the same time her weight has dropped to a lean 120lbs. Medium length wavy brown hair often falls in her face. Large green eyes peek out from underneath. Originally there was nothing that stood out as exceptional for her physically and she came off as average for the most part.
Personality: She comes across as lethargic and tired most of the time. Before all of this she was far more outgoing and social after growing tired of being nervous and awkward around people during much of her teen years. Now she finds it extremely challenging to trust others; including those who are like her. Living through a great deal of discomfort daily has made her much more irritable and snaps at anyone who either willingly or unwillingly contributes to those pains, ie grabbing her too hard or prodding a particularly sore area. It also leaves her feeling incredibly prone to guilt afterwards.
Strengths: Exceptional eyesight in low light and dexterity makes it easy for her to slink around people while making almost no noise if she can focus enough. She's extremely patient when it comes to watching and learning about what's going on around her if it means that the learned information can be used to her advantage. With the help of Holmes' abilities she does an amazing job of sneaking up on anyone they deem as her target.
Weaknesses: Her eyes have a harder time adjusting to bright lights making it easy to temporarily stun her with the wave of a flash light. Her sight becomes blurry in brightly lit rooms. With the difficulty she has eating its hard for her to take in enough calories to keep her strong enough to fight or exert herself for very long. She can't change back and forth like the other animal mutations. The pain she has to endure from the changes further discourages her from doing much unless she's properly motivated. Like the promise of pain killers to easy her bodily aches.
Fears: Tightly confining spaces, being restrained in anyway and being stuck with needles used to be baseless fears for her until not too long ago.
Worst Torture: Being suddenly given to another caretaker to be experimented on and stuck in her cell and being expected to eat, sleep, 'normally' when she can barely feed herself and deal with the persistent pain that she can hardly stand without the aid of relief.
Writing Sample: It was supposed to just be a trial study. An opportunity for extra income to help pay for some surprise bills that came in the mail. She was told it would be easy money. The first hint should have been when she had to leave her cellphone and other belongings in a basket. Why they insisted that people walked in separately instead of staying together as a group from the moment they walked in the front door. The security was unusually tight in and around the area. They didn't even bother discussing details of the trial tests before feeling the jab of a needle, and then she was out.

Waking up to an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar smells, sights and sounds would jar anyone. Her pleas and calls for help were fairly standard for anyone who was held against their will. But once the needles came, the pains hit and then the expressions of surprise from the guards and staff did she really start to fear for herself. Things weren't going as planned and she took no time with figuring that out. There were talks of what to do with her when it got even worse. Part of it being that there were so many changes, she couldn't eat normally. The pain also stunted her appetite. She was more than willing to just lay in a corner and waste away. But instead of allowing that to happen they decided that it was more beneficial to see it through since she wasn't much of a danger and couldn't put up that much of a fight. They started feeding her through a tube to sustain her long enough so that she would start eating on her own again. Or at least see how long she would last.

There were a few minor incidents that occurred from both sides. Once they figured out that they couldn't manhandle her as roughly as the others and were begrudgingly more gentle, she calmed down, proving to be probably one of the least troublesome of the subjects. One guard ended up giving her a small red ball that could fit in her hand as a means of physical therapy. To keep her moving, give her something to grip, squeeze, catch, throw. It wasn't like they could take her to a warm bath daily to keep her muscles from cramping up on her and making her painfully stiff. This wasn't a place that catered to special treatment.

Just recently they found that she would be more useful when she (barely) managed to catch an escaped subject and inquiry grew on if she could do that again. In exchange she would have her pains eased as the changes were less than kind to her body. At first she was hesitant. But when she found that they weren't done experimenting on her to see how she would turn out; the fear of having to deal with more pain made her agree.


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So begins...

Aramay's Story

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Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Aileen Tracey Character Portrait: Aramay Character Portrait: Oren Holmes
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Olek's eye darted to the door when it clicked then opened. He didn't have a chance to study the room, his eye went back to the glowing face of Ms. Aileen. As soon as she started speaking, he knew he was just spinning his tires in the mud. "I will talk to her first. I don't care who you are, she's my patient. I need to check on her, and I don't think she'll enjoy you being in the room when I do." She said in a heated manner.

Olek closed his eye and gave a soft sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. By the time he opened his eye again Aileen disappeared into the bathroom. The noise from her slamming the door echoed down the halls. Olek narrowed his eye, but instead of feeling anger, he felt a deep sense of sadness. The choice he wanted to leave in Ara's hands wasn't easy. It was just a question, there was nothing wrong with throwing in the towel, especially considering Ara's circumstances.

He leaned against the wall near the door, all he heard was Aileen's muffled voice from the other side of the thick and sturdy walls. He knew why Aileen didn't care much for himself. He was a killer, born and raised to take the lives of others. He only did it when necessary, but that didn't disregard the fact that Olek was a professional when it came to his trade. He was the embodiment of what Aileen strove to prevent, the death of others. Aileen was a healer by trade, she strove to save lives without using violence. They had two very conflicting ideals. He understood perfectly. He would have to leave Ara in her hands. Like Aileen had said, Ara was her patient, this was her field of expertise, not Olek's. He would have to trust Aileen for now. With that, he began to pace outside of the door, waiting for the update on Ara.

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Ara remained motionless the entire time. The instant Aileen removed her from the warm water Aramay began to shiver against Aileen. Within the bag were materials very similar to an EMT's response bag but with several alterations. There were various containers and vials containing unidentifiable liquids along with IV bags, pre-measured and labeled bags of a thick, dark colored semi-solid substance along with a bag of replacement feeding tubes. Several pairs of cutting impliments, namely a pair of medical scissors would be the closest to to top of the bag. And a piece of paper with notes scribbled all over it.

There was an uneasy darkenss about the room along with the unmistakeable feeling of being watched as there was a distinct sound of a heart beat that couldn't be sourced but most certainly felt. The light around Aileen's eyes quickly faded. Leaving her at a rather big disadvantage. It only lasts for a few seconds, but long enough for her to feel a shaky pair of hands wrap around her chest and mouth. "You've done a piss poor job of hiding. You're not doing a very good job with her either." Aileen would hear Holmes speak into one of her ears. "If you're trying to kill her, you're doing a better job than the lab."Holmes' grip was strong, yet it frequently waivered as though he had worked himself out to the point of exhaustion. It wasn't so much to keep her from moving. Moreso to get her to move the girl's body back towards the tub. Nothing seemed to wake her, and her cold pale skin made her look more dead than alive.

As much as Oren wanted to dart right back out of the house, he would be damned if he did so without attempting to ensure that his investment was still intact. Unfortunately they didn't seem to be doing a good job of it, and he wasn't well versed enough in the field to attempt trying to take her back on his own. His abilites were nothing to scoff at. On the other hand he made up for his over achievements with a severe lack of stamina to last more than a few minutes at a time. He needed a breather. Worse yet, he was only a door away from a house of possibly angry mutants. It was risky enough that he tried to go it alone by jumping ahead before the rest of the team would be able to reach their location. There was still time, but not as much as he would have liked.

Now he wondered what the hell he would be able to do with the time that he managed to squeeze out for himself. Going with the mutants was not one of his options. According to himself. Find a way to get the girl recovered enough for her to leave of her own accord, and possibly bring back another mutant in the process was more his goal.

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"Because you just turned a spotlight on yourself by bringing them into your home. They aren't exactly as quiet and careful as you are." He looked to Ara then back to Aileen. "She got herself into trouble when she didnt come back. She wasn't my case to start off with. If I didn't pick her up she would be dying in her cell instead." He paused for a few moments. "Children are dependent on help from others before they are strong enough to go on their own. Just wait until she has a little more time to grow." Holmes looked at Ara, which thankfully she had set back down into the warm water. Warm up her body again, raise her blood pressure, stave off shock. Aileen could be as smug as she wanted. Just because a project can't stand on its own yet doesn't mean it never will.

Aileen was getting on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to push her face against the cold tile floor for demanding how to help Ara. What did she think he was trying to do here? He was risking far more than she would ever understand just being here. "Use your eyes . The answer is right in front of you." He spoke with annoyance through tightened lips. Within the bag were written instructions to himself. They weren't easy to read but with some patience they were decipherable.

Holmes' body jerked hearing what she said next. To be compared to these idiots who happened to have luck and brute strength where its needed. He wasn't on the run. Orfacing the business end of a gun. "I'm not waiting for them to break down my door." But there was one thing that she was right about. He was wearing himself down to the quick. Not having to move did help. Keeping a muscle tensed for so long however would not allow him to go without repercussions. "If you want to help her so badly. Be my guest. But you're running out of time..."

Aileen would then see the shadows swarm around the window to then dart around the side of the building headed towards the treeline. Like a diver running out of air he only gets half way across the clearing when the shadows seem to spasm after hitting a patch of light coming through the trees. They snap back into a human shape like rubber bands being let go and Holmes seems to fall to the ground gasping to catch his breath from the sudden shock. A plethora of obscenities and swear words fill his mind. Still struggling for breathe, he stumbles while getting back to his feet while propelling himself away from the house. The longer it takes for the other mutants to be alerted, the better chance he would have of getting a safe distance away. Preferably downwind from the mutants with gifted noses.