Dray
Age:
15 though could pass for older.
Gender:
Male
Mutation/Abilities:
Dray is an attempt at creating a dragon shifter. The Lab began experiments in an attempt to create mythical creatures such as gryphons and dragons. These mutations needed to be done on newborn children and on test tube embryos that the Lab created. As an egg Dray's human DNA was mixed with a reptile's along with a small amount of bird. Once he was considered a newborn the gene modifications began. By the age of five he was able to transform himself into what appeared to be an actual dragon. Now he is able to shift certain parts of his body, such as his hands to claws, in order to help him in fighting. By the time they decided to add a fire element his body was too weak and strained from their tests. The scientists have put off this addition in replace of growing his physical body in the hopes that he would become loyal to them. Having the mutations done to him at such a young age his sense of smell and hearing are heightened much beyond a normal human's and his sight is sharper than most. He may not have as much muscle as any of the others but his strength is greater than even some of the guards.
Description: Dray has a normal build for a boy of his age, he is about five seven and well-muscled. His hair is a bright/ burgundy red and from afar it looks as if there are white streaks in it; those streaks are actually white feathers. It reaches down to his shoulders and he is constantly pushing it out of his eyes and cutting it haphazardly with his claws. The skin that is not covered in the red tinged scales is pale from the lack of constant sunlight and often covered in bruises or cuts from being in the Games often enough. Anyone who looks at him can tell that he is a predator; the way he walks or looks at another brings to mind the feeling of being stalked.
After determining that a person is friendly, he will open up slightly and talk with them. He will allow them to get to know more of what he is thinking. He is more likely to open up to a mutant that he has determined is not affiliated with the Lab. Around any normal or guard, he will remain silent. A few of the scientists and guards have never heard him speak and for a long time they thought he was a mute.
Once he trusts someone he is extremely loyal. He has not had any close friends but he knows that if he ever had one he would do anything to protect them.
Strengths: His increased strength makes him a tough opponent. Through his training with the guards he is a strong opponent at hand to hand combat. Staying quiet for so long he has learned to read people’s facial expressions and listen into their emotions through what they say. His heightened senses allows him to be a top class predator, often scaring guards in hunting scenarios.
Weaknesses: He is sometimes too distrustful; even some of the guards and scientists that are nice to him he is still cautious around and won’t speak to them. He relies too much on his own strength sometimes, and won’t readily accept help when he needs it.
Fears: Being in the Lab his entire life he has seen many different types of tortures. He does not like being in the dark or in small rooms without some sort of opening such as a window, even if it is small (claustrophobic). Add the two together and he will start to panic.
Writing Sample: His muscles were aching, burning, starting to cramp; but he knew he couldn’t stop now. Not yet… He knew he had to beat his last time. They always wanted them to improve, even if it was by a few seconds. It was his last lap around the room, and after running for several hours he knew that he won’t be able to move later. He finally made it past the check point and eased to a stop, glancing over at the guard that was timing him. The guard called over another and they both looked at the time on the stopwatch. That’s not good… They didn’t need to call another over when he did what they asked; meaning he didn’t beat his time that he set this morning. The guards headed over to him and he didn’t move; he didn’t think he could at the moment. The second he moved his legs he could feel that he would collapse. Luckily he didn’t go through that shame as they grabbed his arms and started carrying him out; together they were strong enough to lift him so that his feet skimmed the floor. He didn’t resist as they took him down one of the hallways, but clenched his fists as he saw the room they were headed to. He was thrown in, non-too gently, and he groaned as the door slammed shut. The room was only a few feet wide and a couple feet long, with a low ceiling that he could barely stand up in. His breath quickened as he felt like the air was getting thicker and harder for him to breathe. There was a click and the lights went out. His whole body tensed and he started to shake, nearly hyperventilating. He knew the guards made fun of him for it, but he couldn’t control his fear of being in such a small space with no light. Once he could get back up to his knees he began to bang his fists against the door.
