Jake Felis (approved but comments welcome)Right... and now I give you my traditional paragraph before I actually let you read this bio. Warning... this is long. I will try and do a compact history at some point for furture readers. But before that. YAY!!! Two years after starting this thing it's finally done. Mostly likely the infamous MD (I'll change the title of the thread to his name soon lol) won't come into true play before the end of the CO, except maybe to put in a small appearance or two. Anyway... I need comments etc. Most likely there's tons to say. The end of the history is rushed, the powers might be dodgy (but I couldn't think of anything else that worked without moving on to what other people have). So... with that out of the way, I suppose I should let you read. Oh. And if reading it is as bad as writing it... you may want a box of tissues... EDIT: Due to the length of this (and not just in the history) I've stuck in a few breaks to make it clearer where things end/begin. Also, I finished this in desperation at 2am... so I have no idea if the end makes sense XD
Player's Name: Rebecca E-Mail: rebel_katx@hotmail.com Other means of Contact: AIM: rebelkatx
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MSN as above. Name: Jake Felis Nickname: Pup (By Racheal) (None anymore really) Code Name: Previous: WolfFang Current: None yet Affiliation: None, possibly the brotherhood? (for now at least) He does wish to offer his alliance to his 'informant', but hasn't had the chance to voice his request and hasn't met the person who has helped him since his escape. Gender: Male Age: 19 years Birthday: 12th May 2004 Hair: Short, brown hair Eyes: Deep brown Mother: Tasha Felis (Mother, non-mutant, made-up - in England, presumed deceased), Father: Andrew Felis (Father, non-mutant, made-up - in England, presumed deceased), Other relatives: Simon Felis (Older brother - deceased) and Racheal Felis (Twin sister, mutant, made-up, presumes him to be dead ~ an X-man) >If you don’t know who she is... shame on you! lol< Physical Description:
His deep brown eyes make him look very trustworthy as his eyes are similar to that of a Labradors but they aren't obviously dog like. His canines are slightly more pointed than some but not as obviously as his sister’s. He has short, oaken hair. Although quite 'cute', he wouldn't immediately stand out in the crowd. Even so, he has been known to attract the attention of girls, unwillingly on his part, as he had no reason to care for such emotions at the moment, especially considering how he lost his love. He stands at about 5’10’’, only a little taller than his twin. There is a gentle, natural charm to his voice, but when angry etc this softness turns to a cold, hateful tone. This could give him the image of having two personalities. He’s about average weight – around 160lbs. Powers: Previous: Morpher - all canines including foxes and hyenas, Grizzly Bear, black and white domestic shorthaired cat, Osprey, Raven, Hammerhead Shark and Mustang Stallion. Unlike Racheal, Jake’s wounds would heal slightly with each morph, but his instincts were not as strong in each morph, and his morphs didn’t hold the knowledge her’s do. Although he has an innate knowledge for how to use each morph and how to morph, he is unable to actually pull on memories which, if they had been really beasts, they had had, unlike with Racheal. He had the ability to telepathically speak, like Racheal, but has since lost this. He also had mildly enhanced senses – again, these are now lost.((Past powers may become reactivated in the future. I restate the *may*! If that *does* happen, I’ll extend this.))
Currently - (due to history): Sight: He is capable of entering - by touch - an animal's mind on three different levels:
Spy - Whilst in the animal's mind, Jake is unable to influence the animal in anyway, but is able to pull his mind back to his body no matter the distance, though if over 30 meters away, it becomes more difficult, and can exhaust him if too far away. No touch is therefore needed to return mind to body. During his time in the animal's mind, he is able to pick up the five senses of the animal (sight, smell, hearing, touch and taste). He has no control though over what information he receives, and can only interpret it using the animals mind, though he may be able to work out the relevance of it later on. During his within the mind of the animal, Jake can remain fully conscious to his surroundings. Depending on his control of his powers with that individual animal, he may simply have to close his eyes in order to receive the information. However, most of the time it requires more concentration and therefore would be in a state similar to someone who was deeply engrossed in something. During his time in the animal's mind, the animal in unaware of the intrusion.
Influence - A stage up from Spy, Jake is able to make suggestions to the animal. More intelligent animals such as the wolf may realise that it isn't their own mind making the suggestions, but most of the time it will seem like little more than a whisper of an idea. An animal may or may not concur with the suggestion, but Jake can become more persuasive, even though the animal may realise he is there and reject him from his body. This is rare however, as most creatures do not realise that it is a separate entity speaking to them. Again, touch is not needed to restore mind to body, but the distance is restricted to 10 meters. His body, meanwhile, can maintain a single position and either repeat an action (e.g. waving) or hold an item. For example, he could remain sitting, reading a newspaper to prevent any unusual looks. His body becomes only aware of his direct environment and although the mind can return when it feels the need, his body may call for a more urgent return if it senses a sudden danger seems to threaten.
Invasion - Jake gains full control of the animal, although he can not access it's memories at all he is able to move etc as the animal. During this time, the animal remains fully conscious of the invasion but is unable to do anything about it. Particularly strong-willed animals or those which are intelligent enough to want to end the invasion may, occasionally, break through to show some of it's own behaviour. During this time, Jake's body appears to be unconscious, and his mind can only return to his body if contact is resumed between animal and himself. His body is unaware of anything except strong direct actions, such as pain. His body is most vulnerable during this time.
At the moment, Jake can only enter the mind of animals he has previously been able to morph. Also, except in the case of his ‘companion’ WolfFang, his powers can be unpredictable. For example, if a dog was to randomly brush past him, he may unwillingly enter any level of Sight though normally it would not be a full Invasion. Also, his control of each level varies with each usage and each animal. Whilst he can normally control his Spy level relatively well, his Invasion level fluctuates greatly at times, and may even lower to Influence. In the future, he will be able to keep a greater control of the levels with his morphing animals, and also later other animals.
Although he will never be able to directly enter a normal human, he may eventually be able to enter a mutant in an animal morph, and at the greatest he would be able to keep whatever level of control he happened to be using even when the mutant de-morphed. Also, at the height of his power he may be able to enter the minds of feral mutants. However, unless the mutant in question was in a full feral state he could not have full Invasion control, and even Influence could only be used in higher-level feral attributes mutants. This is because Jake would only have control of the feral part of the mutant. Also, to enter, not only would he have to touch the mutant in question, but the mutant would have to be at a higher level of ferality than normal in order to present that opportunity. However, this stage will likely not be met, especially not in a controlled state (i.e. it *might* happen if he was in a state of heightened emotion). This would be the very height of his power.
As his powers develop, he has to work through each level of Sight gradually for each new step to gain control. This doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to enter a different animal at full level Invasion, just that if he did, it wouldn't be out of choice and he would lack the ability to keep a strong willed animal under as much control as if he had developed his abilities slowly.
Whilst in the mind of any animal, at any stage, he can wander to any distances. But, especially for Invasion, the further he leaves his body, the greater the risk of something happening to him. He can also be in the animal for any length of time. But the longer he is away from his body, not only is his body at risk but when he returns he will be weaker. To return to his body without any obvious effects, he must return within 3 hours. After that he will gradually get weaker and weaker, and if after 12 hours he will not be able to use his powers for an equal amount of time as that he was away (i.e. if he was using the sight for 16 hours, he couldn't use his powers for 16 hours) for full Invasion, 3/4 of the time he was away (in this case 12 hours) if using Influence, and half the time (e.g. 6 hours) if using Spy. Although 12 hours may seem like an extreme amount of time, he wouldn’t willingly stay within an animal for this length of time, as even though it would technically be possible for him to use his powers immediately after 10 hours of use, he would be exhausted already, and so unwilling to put his body in danger. The higher the level, the greater the weakness afterwards.
Despite the minds strength over the body, if the animal he is in is injured, it does not affect his body, though depending on the injury he may be weaker on returning to his body. Also, if his body is merely injured, it won't have a direct effect on his mind over than recognition of a problem, though again he may be weakened on his return, as if he had been present when the injury happened.
If his body is killed, then at Spy and Influence, due to the connection between body and mind being stronger, his mind will also die. However, if his body dies at the level Invasion, he might manage to survive in the animal's mind. If the animal he is in is killed, he should be able to withdraw quickly enough, no matter the distance, in either Spy or Influence, to survive. In this case ONLY distance for Influence doesn't apply, as the natural instinct to survive is greater than the normal restrictions. However, when he returns to his body after the death of the Influenced animal, he is greatly weakened if the distance is over 15 meters. However, if the animal is killed and he is at Invasion level, both his mind and body will die as he can not withdraw and the body can not survive without the mind, though it may take a few days after the animal's death for the body to die. During these few days, it is possible for Jake to regain his mind. But the likely hood of this is low as he will not be able to consciously return to his body.
Jake is unable to communicate audibly or telepathically whilst within the mind of the animals. Even his body is incapable of communicating to others, and this could be a major disadvantage. As is the fact that his body becomes extremely vulnerable, especially during Invasion.
About ‘WolfFang’: Jake’s codename is still ‘WolfFang’, however, WolfFang is also physically represented in the form of a large grey wolf. The wolf is a physical representation of the powers he lost during the experiments done to him. In all essence, WolfFang IS Jake. They share the same scent, the same heart rate, and are capable of using each others senses without the need for physical contact. In a lot of ways, WolfFang could be considered to be the spirit of his powers (if anyone has read Northern Lights (aka The Golden Compass), The Subtle Knife or The Amber Spyglass, he is much like the daemons in that). However, the pair do not directly share their thoughts, and although because they are one in the same they will react to situations in the same way. They can have individual thoughts, but this is rare. Like Racheal’s morphs, which have a personality based on their instincts, WolfFang will react to most situations in a very canine form, though Jake’s emotions will affect his reaction quite dramatically. Jake will talk to WolfFang, but this is more like someone talking to them self rather than him actually commanding the wolf at all. WolfFang is incapable of actually performing any mutation. Another way of looking at him is as the cage which holds Jake’s old morphing powers. The reason the wolf and the boy have the same name in affect is that if you talk to one of them, you are talking to the other one automatically, so in all honesty, it doesn’t really make much of a difference. Jake is able to enter WolfFang using his powers, but often there is no need.
If WolfFang is to get injured, the injury will show as a faint mark on Jake, and the reverse is true. Also, if WolfFang was to get killed, Jake would loose all possible chance of regaining his true mutation (morphing). Jake would also probably become very loosely attached to the world, because the loss of WolfFang would, in essence, mean a loss of part of his soul. If Jake dies, then WolfFang will also die, as WolfFang is not capable of living an individual existence. History:
“What has she gotten us into?” The golden retriever snarled as he raced down the streets, away from the park, in the opposite direction of a feral cat who sought refuge in the tree tops. Around the neck of the canine was a black, studded collar. The estate was newly built, and to start with the streets he ran through were relatively empty. One ear flicked back at the sound of an engine starting, not needing to turn back in order to know that the three people chasing him had slowed, waiting for the grey van to pick them up before following him. Hoping to loose them in the crowd of shoppers in the high street, the retriever turned swiftly, heading towards the centre of town. Racing across the main road, narrowly being hit by a speeding Fiesta, which was still screeching to halt as he vanished into the crowds on the high street. He slowed to a trot, weaving in an out of the legs of tourists and shoppers, tongue lolling out of his mouth, one ear flicked back, listening for the distinctive sound of the van that had followed him. Believing he had lost them, a quiet call entered his head, “Jake, WolfFang… where are you?” He had been about to reply when there came a shout from behind him. Golden furred muzzle turned, spotting the van, and hearing the repeated cries. “Please… Clear the street! That’s a rabid dog!” It doesn’t take much to clear a street when people are afraid for their lives. With a snarl, the dog ran on again, turning down a narrow back road in an attempt to loose them. But the van was soon behind him, over taking him as the side door opened. The vehicle slowed slightly, as one man looped a dog-catcher round the dog’s neck as the van came to a sudden halt. The dog snarled but his own speed caused him to be dragged to the ground as the loop tightened round his neck. Snarling, his golden fur started to turn grey as the dog turned on it’s restrainers. A sudden pain in his left flank caused him to pause before going into a mad frenzy. “Jake?” Racheal?... The men were advancing on him as his strength left him, their hands reaching out… Then the darkness came…
About 16 years previously, Jake Felis had been born at his parents’ home in San Diego, the eldest of twins, his sister Racheal being born just a few minutes after him. He had an older brother then, an ecstatic 7 year old called Simon, as well as his mother Tasha and father Andrew. His father worked as a lawyer, and after trying for five years they had finally gotten the second – and third! – child they had always wanted. Andrew worked long hours after the birth in order to support his expanding family. How could a father’s wish to support those he loved actually destroy them?
The day after the twins celebrated their fifth birthday, Andrew found a new file on his desk. It was only a small firm he was with, but this case… Agreeing to take it on, Andrew started to search into a company’s use of illegally imported drugs for research into mutations in the genetics of animals. He gradually found more and more incriminating data against the large, multi-national company. This was when the threats started to arrive. Threats of him loosing his job, his credibility. But never against his family, so when the police suggested that they were put into a witness protection programme, he declined. After all, they were safe, the risk was minor and he couldn’t disrupt the family – he had just constructed a swing set in the garden for the twins’ birthday.
And so the seemingly average family lived their lives as normal, as Andrew dug deeper into the terrifying claims. About two weeks before his sixth birthday, Jake woke with a start, heart pumping, biting his lip hard to stop himself from screaming, although the scream he had woken with had already alerted his sister. As a lighter sleeper, the sudden explosion and heat had woken him immediately. The next thing he knew, Simon had scooped him and Racheal up, and was taking them downstairs and through the kitchen. Suddenly, he felt Simon’s grip slacken, and the three dropped together on to the hard lino. Jake cringed as he hit the floor hard on his shoulder. Sobbing, he started to look round, tears streaking down his eyes. Then he saw it, the wooden back door. As the idea came to him, he turned to his older brother and started tugging at his hand, then, when that didn’t work, he tried to push him. But Jake couldn’t get him to wake up. Panic stricken, Jake saw Racheal, and grasping his sister’s hand, dragged her to the door, their closeness making her feel a bit like a comfort blanket to him.
It had been Racheal who had been the true strength through the first weeks after the fire, deciding that they were alone, and that she had seen Tasha working in the house enough to know what to do. Even so, it was Jake who discovered his powers first. Perhaps it was because he truly believed his family, other than Racheal, were dead. To most people, the idea of one day waking in the form of a large wolf might be a dream come true. But for it to actually happen… Jake freaked out, terrified of himself, of what he was. But, like Racheal, it didn’t take him long to discover what a gift this new power was. Not only for hunting, but also for stealing. It brought a new strength to his life, and he managed to find food easily, though he would often forget to get enough for two, or to take any to the hut like shed they were starting to call home.
And so the years past, and though they lived together with the love only for each other, the twins even then grew apart, Racheal with her joy in books and Jake with his powers. Even so, the pair would train together, both instinctively sensing the need to grow stronger in their gifts. So play fights between the two were not unusual, and they would usually result in one or the other gaining at least a few scratches. And despite the fact the two were slowly growing apart, as was normal for any family as they matured, they still were closer to each other than many siblings, partially because of the fact they were twins, partially due to the circumstances. And so part of Jake was heart broken when he saw that Racheal had gone behind his back that day…
After all, it had only been two days ago that she had almost leapt on him. “It says here that there are specialists Jake, people who could help us… Maybe give us somewhere to stay..” How could she be so stupid?! They'd been through this before. How could she believe that anyone out there actually cared for them? “I’ve told you before. None wants to HELP us. Experiment with us maybe. You’ve heard the rumors as much as I have. And we’re fine here. We’ve survived so far haven’t we?” Racheal hadn't responded after that. So he had assumed the situation was dropped. After all, he was right. They were 16.. they'd survived 11 years on the streets and no one had bothered to help them.
He'd been about to go into town to try and find anything to eat that he actually wanted. Maybe he'd steal a hotdog today. Tempting. He was in wolf form when Racheal's scent hit him. What was she doin out here? ~What are you doing?~ He asked, head tilted. She was watching something, the new housing development. There was an unmarked van outside one of the houses, and a few cars with it, people wandering around, confused, looking for something. “WolfFang, you made me jump… erm, those are those mutant helpers I mentioned. They’re checking out that house.” Why?! Why had she gone behind his back like that?! He couldn't believe it and it took a surprising amount of effort not to leap at her then and there. With a deep growl he demorphed. The stupid girl! She was going to get them killed at this rate. That was why the arguement started. He wasn't sure if he was angry more about her endangering him or endangering her. But she had gone behind his back, betrayed his trust.
The movement caught their eyes, moments before the net should have caught them. That's when then ran. They split up, Racheal heading towards the park, Jake guessed, while he took to the streets as soon as he'd morphed. And that was how he came to be running the streets. How he came to be running for his llife, whilst hearing her voice crying out for him. The darkness came swiftly. Racheal?...
“Errrr…” His voice was a part growl as he woke from the drug induced sleep. What had happened? Where was Racheal? A thousand thoughts ran through the male morpher’s mind. And as he looked around, still drugged, not a single one was answered. He was within some sort of cage. He could hear the sounds of people moving around else where.. Fear took the boy, and Jake swiftly attempted to morph his timber wolf, before giving a half howl, half cry of pain, his hands swiftly moving to his neck where a sudden electrical charge had been set off. His fingers found the strange collar which replaced the studded one he had lost in his capture. And this one was an upgrade. It didn’t take him long to discover that the collar was pain inducing, sending an electrical shock through him every time he attempted to morph.
And it didn’t take long for the captive to discover what they did in this place. The so called Mutant Helpers were, in fact, only helping to, it appeared, eliminate mutants, though he wasn’t entirely sure of that. All he knew was that these people kept coming to him and taking blood samples, forcing him to morph (after deactivating the collar, though they kept a remote control for it in case he turned on them.
This initial testing went on for about a month, as the scientists studied the genetics behind his morphing skills, studied the changes in the blood, hoping to find a certain ‘key’. These tests helped to enforce an already basic fear of doctors, and needles, but the young morpher could not fight his captors due to the pain the collar would deliver.
But, if Jake thought the first month of his capture was torture, then the next two would be hell. Suddenly, it seemed, the tactics of the scientists changed. But nothing happens without a reason. Of course, studies into the x-gene had begun years before, and much was known about it. But there was a new task in hand. These people wanted to discover how to not only isolate the gene and make it dormant, but how to remove the gene from mutants completely, seemingly destroying their powers. This is what they had been employed to do. But even they did not know the full truth. The reason for this separation was not to ‘cleanse’ the mutant of his power, but in fact to attempt and create a new being again, a power that could be harnessed, used, without the fears of a mutant betraying them. Like they did not know the true reason behind the experiments, they did not know their true employer, seeing them as only some fat-cat who wished to apparently save mutants from the evilness of their powers.
At the end of his first month, Jake was moved out of his isolation style cell into a small, more cramped cell in a larger room filled with similar cells. There were about a dozen other mutants there, all at different stages of these tests. Some, like him, had just been moved there. As Jake crouched in the corner of this new cell, fear overwhelming, he didn’t need his enhanced hearing to catch the sobs of the newer captives. One of these was in a cell opposite his own, a girl a little younger than himself curled up in a corner, struggling to keep her sobs quiet. Jake studied the girl as he tried to find some comfort in a corner himself. She was only a year or so younger, but was visibly a mutant, a soft green hue to her skin. The mutant girl was nature based as well, able to work with plants. But Jake wouldn’t discover this until later, for now his senses flooded by the sounds and to a milder extent the scents of others. His neighbouring cell, the only one for he was at the end of a row, contained a mutant which had been there much longer. There were a few others like this one dotted through the room, the eerie silence around them signifying the length of their stay. The mutant was an older man, in his mid 30s Jake would have guessed. The man looked ill, though the cause behind it WolfFang was unable to sense, unable to find any of the small signals that normally indicated illness. The man had been a psychic mutant, but whatever tests they had performed on him had manipulated the power. Now, instead of hearing the voices of others around him, he could only hear the voices which now echoed within his mind, and it was driving the poor man insane. In the first few days, Jake tried to question him, to find out more about this place, only to discover that his questions fell on deaf ears.
But his questions attracted the girl, called Zabrina. The 14 year old girl grew to like this young man through their confinement. She could sense a dwelling anger and fear in him, she could see it in his deep brown eyes. But he was such a lovely person, and had comforted her more than once after the tests. Jake kept his emotions hidden from the younger girl who he had started to like, started to trust, started to actually fall for..
Jake’s tests continued, though they differed highly from the original blood samples. Now they would inject him with different substances before forcing him to morph. For these tests they moved him to a separate cage, like they did to all the mutants. Over the second month since being there, they kept injecting their drugs into the poor morpher, and slowly Jake started to notice that something was wrong with his morphs. It was becoming harder to form them, harder to link into their instincts and once he had, he was harder to become human again, even his human thoughts were lost to him at times.
This cage was, in fact, a machine. A separator, something that could sense the drugs in the mutant’s system, drugs which attached themselves to the coding for his different morphs. The machine was slowly pulling these codes away from the boy, replacing the nucleotides which coded for his different forms with others which coded for, they thought, nothing. It was a complicated process, one which required not only drugs to attach to the genes, but also ones which would stimulate his cells to produce the ‘wrong’ nucleotides to replace the old ones, fooling the helicase enzyme into replicating the DNA incorrectly as it continued the natural process of mitosis.
Yet, it seemed to the scientists, although the boy had begun to struggle forming his morphs now, he was still capable of morphing. And it seemed nothing would change that. They were wrong.
It was the start of his third month in the laboratory, and Jake was huddled silently in the corner of his cell, silently seeking the lost instincts that he had once known so well. They had taken Zabrina again for her tests, and the older mutant in the cell next to his had ‘vanished’ long ago, a fact that Jake was silently pleased about. The man had become delusional, and it had upset the young morpher. Suddenly, a scream broke his thoughts. It wasn’t uncommon to hear screams of agony and pain, he himself had called out more than once. But this scream was different. Jake was not the only one to rush forward in his cage, brown eyes glaring in a mix of fear and hatred towards the testing rooms. Other mutants had heard the cry, and the still air was broken by a mix of whimpers of uncertainty and whispers of fear. There was only one of them missing, and all the mutants by now knew each other to some extent. The cry was from Zabrina, and it had been filled with a heart-wrenching tale of destruction.
The scientist had failed, and although some had the heart to morn the loss of the young girl, most went straight onto their next subject.. Jake. So far, the morpher was the one responding the ‘best’ to the treatment, and in a way this had been the cause of their mistake, pushing the other mutants to try and achieve the results they saw in the morpher. But as they neared his cage, an anger took hold of the morpher, one greater than ever before. Even the cleverest person makes the occasional slip up, and in their worries over their last subject, or more to the point their failure, one of the scientists deactivated Jake’s collar a moment too soon.
For the first time in weeks, the morph had been easy. Grey fur sprouted swiftly, flowing over his body as his limbs shifted size and shape, the bare bone of tail appearing before skin and fur covered the fifth appendage of the wolf. Fangs bared, WolfFang leapt at the nearest scientist, taking him down with ease, knocking the lab worker unconscious as the full weight of a large timber wolf bowled into him. The blood-driven anger of the wolf took over, ignoring the pain which started as they re-activated the collar, adrenaline pumping through his body as he turned on his captors.
He’s fangs sunk into the arm of one as she attempted to get near enough to the collar to activate an emergency switch which allowed an unchecked electrical charge to be pumped through him. However, his attack stopped her. Auds perked at the sound of cries from outside the testing room, puzzled by the sound before he realised they were cries of encouragement. The other captives had heard the shouts from the scientists, a strange contrast to the cry they had heard just 20 minutes before. Jake burst away from the scientists suddenly, the scent catching his nostrils, drawing him nearer…
The anger left Jake quicker than it had arrived when he saw it... her. He had raced through the test room, getting through into the next room, partially following the scent, partially hoping for escape. And then he saw her. The large wolf padded slowly up to the covered form, muzzle lowered as he confirmed his own fears, gently nudging the all too still form of Zabrina. ”No….” He thought out loud, his telepathic speech hitting the scientists and his fellow captives, the single word filled with sorrow as he started to demorph, tears flowing down the still mainly wolf face. He had hoped so badly that what he had considered was not true, that this had never happened. That perhaps her cry had not indicated her death, and that she had not be returned as they had moved her elsewhere. But as sobs shook his body, he knew. And he knew that he had lost now, no matter what. Partially formed hands ran down the cold cheek of the green girl, a child who he had known was once filled with so much love and kindness, who had been heartlessly left covered by a thin, white sheet before she could be disposed of, a sheet that Jake had pushed aside slightly when he had nudged her. Now part wolf part human, his head lifted in a howl-cry of pain and sorrow, a haunting melody that echoed through the room. As he did, not only did his loss of what he now understood as his love overwhelm him, but the pain that had filled his frame from the shocks he was still being given, he collapsed, hands only just keeping him from falling flat on his face as tears formed small spots on the floor as they found their way through the course grey fur.
Suddenly two pairs of powerful hands gripped his fur covered arms, whilst another pair covered his face with a metallic muzzle. With a howl of anger, he found himself stuck, unable to morph as he tried to free himself, dragged with cries of protest back to the testing cell. Thrown into the cell, he leapt forward to find the door closed. A mix of anger, sorrow, and the overwhelming strength of the wolf’s hatred took control, creating a beast of the part-morphed boy as he attempted to get free of the cage, wishing no more than to sink his fangs into them. A howl of pain grew from his muzzle, as he suddenly felt his being torn in two. WolfFang lifted his head as he howled, his entire frame shaking as he howled, blinded by a white light before a blackness overwhelmed him, and he crumpled to the floor.
He heard the mumbles around him before he fully woke. At first he thought they were the scientists, a growl threatened to emerge before his dry throat stopped him, causing a dry cough to escape him. ”He’s waking..” A quiet voice said, the mumbles growing. But the voices, he realised, were not those of his captors, but those of the other mutants. There was fur against his cheek, acting almost like a pillow. At first he thought he was still partially morphed, that his arm was beneath his head. Till he realised his fingers were brushing against the same furriness, and were well away from his body. The boy’s thoughts froze as the realisation hit…
What was this? Cold concrete.. flesh. Fingers running through his fur, suddenly stopping, almost as if they were frozen on his back. What was he? This was wrong.. where was the human mind which used to hold him in check? Where was the strange thoughts that the boy had about odd things, like their sister, or that girl who was caged as well? The thought of the girl, the memory of finding her body caused the large grey timber wolf to growl, hackles raising. He felt the human hand tense as the same thoughts hit the boy, a similar growl arising from his own throat.
”Woah.. steady down there..” The voice, they knew the voice. It belonged to a 20 year old man a few cages down from him, a newcomer whose powers were that of a more elemental nature, mild water control, though they had hardly developed. The man didn’t speak again, but Jake could feel their eyes on him.. on them.. He sat up slowly in confusion, his actions echoed in the timber wolf beside him. The pair’s eyes became fixed on each other, sharing the same deep brown eyes typical of canines. It was odd. Jake couldn’t help getting the feeling he was staring at his own reflection, and he unwittingly held his breath. No, this wasn’t possible. And yet, he could somehow sense this creature, touch him with his mind, sense the same confused emotions, sense.. himself.
”WolfFang..” The word escaped his lips in almost silence, as if trying to deny this scene, a dream, it had to be. But the same fear flooded the wolf. The instinct to back away from their fear caught them, and WolfFang stepped back slowly. But suddenly there was a new fear, felt by the wolf and the boy, and the grey beast leapt forward into the arms of the boy. No, they could not be apart. Jake hugged the beast into him, tears flowing down his cheeks in such a mix of negative emotions. How was this possible? How could they be the same? Their questions flooded each other’s minds, neither finding the answer, neither wanting to let go. It was as if that being as close together as possible would once more merge them, make each of them whole. Jake felt now that not only was part of his heart ripped from him with the loss of Zabrina, but that the appearance of WolfFang had pulled out part of whom and what he was.
It was a few hours later, when the boy had lost the ability to cry more tears and the wolf had relaxed slightly in the grasp of the human who had once made him, that voices reached their ears. Insults were thrown at their captors as the scientists made their way down the cages, for the first time the mutants stood up to them, feeling rage at the pain they had induced, not only on themselves, but for the death of Zabrina, and for the pain in Jake. The wolf snarled as he stood, Jake freeing him from his hold as he too took to his feet, lips lifted in a snarl, keeping to the back of the cage.
The pleasure in the eyes of the scientists was obvious. They had finally succeeded. Whilst the pair was unconscious, they had taken blood samples from both of them. And now, although Jake still possessed the x-gene, it was in an inactive form as far as they were concerned. The wolf had puzzled them. They had not expected the powers to take on a physical form like this, and for a while they had worried that the beast would prove to be unstable, unable to remain whole, and able to morph. The latter was their greatest fear. But they had watched the blood sample for hours now, adding age enhancing drugs. And the genes showed no signs of breakdown. And it appeared that the beast was stuck in this form, the genetics required to morph other beasts seemingly becoming inert having left their human host.
The following month was a new version of hell for the ex-morpher. Discovering his incapability of his powers had destroyed part of him, and the presence of WolfFang confused him, just as it confused the wolf. For each was a reminder of what had been, of their loss. And yet, their minds were still one, and the need to be together overpowering. And then there was the loss of Zabrina. He was given no time to grieve her passing, for now the scientists which to confirm their findings further, and to separate beast and boy for the last time. Yet each time they tried, one of two things happened. Either both Jake and WolfFang would attack them, else they would manage to separate them, only for Jake to start whimpering and look like he was about to fall unconscious, whilst WolfFang would start howling loud enough to actually harm the hearing of his captors.
The scientists managed to separate them for one night, caging the wolf on the opposite end of the building in an attempt to keep the two apart. However, the next morning both subjects seemed close to death, each cell showing nail marks where both captives had struggled against the concrete. In a panic, the scientists returned the wolf to the cell of a boy, who, although massively weakened, recovered from unconsciousness within an hour, as did the canine.
The scientists tried everything they could to separate the ‘ex’-mutant and wolf, even enhancing the separator in order to allow them to use it as a slicer type machine, in the hope that sending certain electrical pulses through a blade, which was sent down swiftly between the two who were caged at different ends of the machine, much like a guillotine, would cut the strange, psychic bond the two seemed to share. However, nothing seemed to work.
It was as the pair sat huddled once more in the corner of their cage, eyes as ever staring with hatred towards the door when they knew the scientists worked, plotting against not only the caged mutants, but those that still ran free. WolfFang growled in his arms. Mutants like Racheal. Although he was glad she had her freedom in some ways, she had gone behind his back, had betrayed his trust. And for that, and all that he had suffered because of it, he had a growing hatred and envy of her. The free morpher.. compared to him. A crippled captive, at least in his eyes. Suddenly they heard screams, and their joint thoughts froze as theirs, and a couple of dozen other pairs of eyes turned towards the door where the scientists were. Suddenly, the door swung open as a white coated figure flew backwards through the air, landing close to a couple of cages. The mutants raced forward, whispers escaping the closest few, spreading swiftly. One of the scientists was dead. And whatever had done it had been brutal, judging by the cuts and twists that deformed the corpse.
A mix of fear and excitement filled the air, even Jake and WolfFang got caught up in the hype, the wolf snarling as the two stood by their door, for one of the few times not touching, watching in the almost deadly silence that reigned now. What had done it? Was it there to save them? To find revenge and abandon them? To kill them all? Suddenly, all the cage doors flung open as a figure appeared in the door frame. The doors had been on electronic locks, and although they had single activation keys, there was a main override switch that this stranger seemed to have activated. Seconds later, their was a short series of loud clunks as the heavy, power-restraining collars were released by a similar override switch. For a moment, all that could be heard was the echo of the sound of metal on concrete. Then suddenly it was chaos, the cloaked figure stepping into the shadows as the once caged mutants fled their cells.
It was chaos. Corpses littered the floor, at least seven of the scientists were dead, most by the stranger, but a few by the released mutants, though most of the freed mutants escaped rather than attacked, some helping the more incapacitated cell mates. Only three figures stood still. The cloaked figure remained in the shadows, watching the madness, a dark, cold grin across his hidden face, eyes finally fixing on the two remaining still figures.
One man grabbed Jake’s arm, about to pull him into the madness, an attempt to get the seemingly frozen mutant to find his freedom. But as WolfFang bared his teeth in a loud snarl, the mutant gave up, racing for his own freedom. Although the ex-morpher’s eyes were directed towards the stranger, his gaze was blank, his thoughts finding their own path. WolfFang’s hackles were risen, his body as tense as the boy’s. As if comforting a pet dog, Jake’s hand found the shoulders of his wolf counterpart, a soft touch, a physical link between the broken pair.
”Why do you not flee?” The voice was dark, yet smooth, seductive. The other mutants had long gone, over an hour the three had stood in silence, the stranger biding his time, Jake and WolfFang in a state of shock, uncertainty. The dark eyes of the mutant rose slowly, guessing where the hidden eyes of the large stranger were. ”I have nothing to run to. These people are dead. More will come. And then they will die” Jake had never felt the icy touch which seemed to freeze his heart like this before. But now the memories of his own suffering, his fellow mutants, and Zabrina, awakened his hatred, his voice cold, harsh, matter of fact. Beneath the large hood of the cloak, the stranger grinned slightly.
”Revenge is a sweet dish young Jake. But you fight the dogs of masters, not the masters themselves” How he knew his name, Jake neither knew nor cared. WolfFang growled, his lean body tense at the phrasing the stranger had used, interpret for his understanding by the link with the boy’s mind. ”Come with me. Learn. I will show you who does this. Who works behind the shadow of these corpses.” The stranger hesitated, watching the uncertainty in the boy’s face. ”I can make you strong Jake, WolfFang. You were their greatest success. Let their work turn against them.”
WolfFang snarled, and Jake nodded an agreement with the wolf. ”Why help me? The streets are mine..” ”No Jake, the streets were yours. Your revenge will serve my purpose. And in exchange…” His voice darkened even more, the ex-morpher seemingly unaware, uncaring, absorbing the words, ”… Mayhaps, I can restore your morphing to you” The hearts of boy and wolf leapt to their throats, He could make them right? Return them to their former self? Before Jake could speak, the stranger continued. ”Accept? Go to this address in one week if you do. Show them this card. The man there will know what to do. Obey him. He will be your master, and teach you, strengthen you. When you are ready, I will come for you” The stranger turned, a business style card falling to the floor. Jake bent to pick it up, and when he glanced up again, the man was gone.
Jake spent that week on the streets, realising that without his morphing abilities, he was less of a survivor. And now he had WolfFang to feed as well. Pick pocketing, shop lifting, none of it seemed to be as successful. Heck, even he was stolen from as he lay asleep on the streets, streets he didn’t know, far from his home town. Whether it had been set up for him to struggle or not he didn’t even ponder. The truth was that he struggled, and felt he needed help.
Which is why, at the end of the week, he was stood outside a block of flats. It’s wasn’t down one of the dingy back alleyways which is what he expected, though nor was it a posh upper market place. No, it was a simple apartment block. What he didn’t know, was that he would be spending the next two years in this flat.
His master was a man in his early forties, who Jake was to refer to only as ‘Sir’. He later found out that his name was David Mann, but the name mattered little to Jake. Two years he spent there, and the first six months were the most shocking to the young homeless lad. He was put through some seriously schooling, taught to read, write, basic maths, some hand to hand contact skills but more training with WolfFang. This training started off with mostly separations, teaching them to be apart, to function as two creatures and not one.
By the end of the two years, Jake was actually pretty indistinguishable from others his own age. At 18, he’d grown nicely into himself, and had enough skills to get him by. True, he lacked in some areas, he was awful at history and the like, but maths, reading, writing… he was good enough to pass as any educated youth. And WolfFang stood by his side like a loyal companion, but was still as wild as any wolf, his own personality starting to shine through. The two were still, in essence, each other. But WolfFang was like a daemon might be assumed, he would sometimes disagree, sometimes have his own views which he would strongly point out to Jake on occasion. But they were still lacking. There was still something missing. They needed to be one. And that’s when the news came through.
”A cure?” Jake’s eyes went wide as he looked at the video phone, the wolf’s ears perking. ”You mean you’ve found one?” How long had his informant been looking for his cure to this separation. But the news of what it was… he’d found it, two years of searching. And it was here. At least. He gripped the phone a little in his hand, as the shadow which was his saviour spoke slowly.
”Of course Jake… I told you I would find it eventually. Of course, there is one problem. I always feared there would be… but I don’t think it’s much to worry about. You see, to do this, we need the powers of someone similar to you. We need their blood and soul. So similar…” He smiled softly, knowing the reply before it even left Jake’s lips. ”Racheal. My twin, our powers are almost identical. And we have the same blood as well.. I can find her Sir. I can bring her to you” Over the past two years, Jake’s anger towards his sister had grown, but not without help from the two men who helped him. Silently, unknowingly almost to the boy, they had fuelled this fire, knowing such a strong hatred would do them good one day.
Possibly the biggest thing which had swung Jake away from his sister was the files he'd been allowed to look through. He'd found Zabrina's. His tears had stained the paper as he read. Parents: Unknown, though she wasn't a homeless child like Jake and Racheal it seemed. According to the records, the green mutant had been silently eating in the park, alone to hide herself from prying eyes, when the team found her. Well. Half a team. Seems they had been chasing a female morpher through the park, whilst the other half chased a male morpher. It matched too well. Racheal and her idiotic scheme. She'd helped the capture of Zabrina as well! Anger boiled in his blood at the thought of this, and never once, did he think the files might be false. Why should he? He had no reason to question it.
”You know she’ll have to die?” Came the simple response. A growl from WolfFang answered him before Jake could. ”You think I give a damn? She destroyed my life. She is my twin and blood. But she is not my sister. She betrayed me to this. Death would be kind in comparison” The man nodded, hearing the pure anger in the young man’s words. Perfect. This was what they had been hoping for. He was so willing to cure himself, and so hated his sister that he would allow her to die. And, if that was true, the same could be said for anyone who stood in his way.
”Very well Jake. But, I don’t want you to go out searching for her. You continue you’re training, and occasionally I’ll send you out for information which will help us find you’re sister. We’ve already looked through San Diego and she’s not here to our knowledge. So we’ll have to look further a field. But I know you’re up for the task” And with that, he killed call, smirking to himself.
Why was he so interested in Racheal? That was simple. Jake was their most successful project. But still a failure. His powers had been separated and semi-neutralised, but other the past two years this new power had arisen. They hadn’t fully succeeded. But if the success of their experiments was down to genetics or mutant power, then they wanted the next closest thing to him to continue from. And his twin was the perfect answer. Already, there was a small file gathered on her, from Jake’s words, from surveillance footage and from the twin’s old shed. Racheal Felis. Female, 18 years old. Morpher and feral mutant, specialising in feline morphing. Small time thief but never caught of charged. Classed as a shop lifter and pick pocket by the police, and barely on the ‘wanted’ list at all. There was more, and more… They would find her soon enough.
The next year and a half was too slow for the impatient boy, waiting for the news gathered from his mini missions, training harder than ever. In his state, Racheal would be hard to beat in a fight. But she was soft, gentle, innocent. Street wise maybe but she’d trust her brother and he knew it. They worked hard, him and WolfFang, to be stronger, to be wiser. And he even worked a little on his charm. And then, finally, the call came through.
”We found her. One of our sources identified a female feline morpher in the New York area. A school for mutants, very secret normally. She’s not been there long. Couple of months maybe? I don’t know it well, but I’d guess you’d have to be careful. I don’t want you rushing in there. So I’m giving you the address to somewhere nearby, an opposing force I have a link with. They call themselves the ‘Brotherhood’. This place your twin is at is called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters’. Go to this Brotherhood, side with them for now. Decide what you want to do from there. Don’t kill her, we need her still, to finalise the treatment. But how you treat her otherwise, is up to you.” He smirked to himself as he spoke, not seeing, but knowing, his young pupil’s reaction. He could almost see the slow smile on the other’s face. ”I’ll send you the details. You’ll be heading out in two weeks.” And once again, as always, the line went dead.
And that’s how Jake came to be riding towards New York, and the Salem Centre, on his motorbike two weeks from that day. He took the slow route. The very slow route, back roads and the like where WolfFang could keep up with him. In fact, detours and stopping meant it took nearly three days to just get there. But those three days allowed so many ideas to run into his head. Just go and attack his sister and her new ‘friends’? Or maybe get into the school and befriend her before betraying her. He was like a cat with a mouse… and 101 recipes to choose from. Only one thing was sure. He was not about to make his sister’s life easy. Personality:
Once he was a rather protective, secretive ‘older’ brother. Now, however, he is cold hearted and wishes nothing but revenge on his twin. What he will do if faced with others trying to help her is anyone's guess, but now it seems that the male twin will try and destroy anything in association with Racheal. Despite this wish to destroy, he also wants to prolong his revenge on his twin, wanting to destroy Feral’s spirit before he destroys her body. Secretly, though it doesn't show and even he doesn't realise it, he still wants to protect his sister, still loving her. But that is covered deeply with his hatred and fear of his past. And a new want for something he thought was lost.
Jake would be a natural team player if it wasn’t for his isolated past. The wolf spirit within him means that he thrives on routine and a hierarchy. Although, in canine terms, he has a naturally dominant streak, he would be happy to be lead by another, as long as his own goals were achieved.
Unlike Racheal, who holds to a more honour like code, Jake is more prone to scrounging and stealing, having adapted well to his unusual past, taking more of a joy out of ripping off tourists and the such.
As far as relationships go, Jake currently has no wishes to get involved with anyone. He remains heart broken over his first and only love, and it will take a lot for him to get over it.
Understandably, he has a fear of being locked up, though he can cope quite happily with small spaces, oddly. But, he would still prefer his freedom, being able to run free outside, and although it was strengthened during his time in the labs, it is a natural response for him, as it is to Racheal.
Likes:
• Morphing (his old powers) – and he’ll do anything to get them back
• WolfFang – he’s the reminder of his old powers, but now his best companion. He can’t be without him. Literally.
• His bike – a present from his informant, it allows him a freedom he never knew before, though main roads are a problem because of WolfFang
• The few possessions he has from his past life – a couple of photos and a book Racheal once got him.
• Racheal – he loves her deep down really. He’s just messed up
• Making people suffer mentally – he never found enjoyment in only physically hurting someone. He much prefers to scar them for life in their minds. He’s a little sadistic at times like that.
• Animals – he always has done, just not in that soppy way
• His freedom/nature - After being trapped in a cage, and his natural want to run free, you can hardly blame him.
Dislikes:
• Racheal – he loves her, he hates her. And he’s currently planning to lead her to her death. Enough said.
• His new powers – he wants his old ones back
• Needles and anything lab-based – they remind him of his capture and the suffering all he loved (par Racheal) went through.
• Other males – it’s okay when there ones he respects, but he can be a bit ‘alpha’ like at some points, and gets very possessive over anything. This would include Racheal, both as his ‘prey’ and his sister.
• Being trapped - he can cope with small spaces fine, but to be locked in a room or something is his worst nightmare
• Fire - though not to the same extent as Racheal, he does have a minor fear of fire. But it comes closer to a healthy respect
Sample Post:
((As I don’t have to do one… lol))
EXTRA INFO: (as and when I remember it)
- Jake doesn't know it but the guy who organised the experiments is the same guy now helping him out (as Jake is now useless for the experiments, he can use him in other ways). Whether this is an NE established big bad or not I need to work out. I don't know what groups might fit this. Also, Jake has never seen the face of the guy who helped him, and as I haven't named him, it could be anyone.. (du du daaa!) lol.
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
"You know. I have this power. And yet.... I've yet to sneak in to a girl's changing room!"
*munches food while reading* ...good good... now...
Powers:
What if his body died while he was in Invasion mode and he saw lethal danger approaching. Could he "jump" into another animal's mind by quickly touching it or is he losing that apsect of his powers when in a creature's mind?
History: Nice description of the process to rid him off his powers.. I'm ever so glad to have majored biology back in school XD
What I'm not really getting is why Jake thinks Racheal went behind his back. I mean, fair enough, she's not been abducted with him, but what kind of proof is that? If he's been so close to her, how can he so readily believe she's betrayed him instead of assuming something much less negative?
And that's actually my one and only real point of criticism as it seems very strange out of the blue an aversion. Not saying it can't be, just the question why would be what's missing.
Nevertheless
STAMP
There ya go
There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility.
The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Mystery Dude (Finally!!)
History - It's called Rebecca managing to miss out possibly the most vital part of the entire begining story.... lol. So... yeah. Now there. Now okay XD.
And there is more to it.. once I remember all of it I'll add it, but what I keep forgetting to include and aren't sure where to put it is the whole Racheal leaving him for dead bit XD
As for the powers.. hmmm... not really. Because that would mean he has to touch the animal, and it's not likely he would be able to touch the animal (seeing as he would have to suggest the animal touched his body, not visa versa, and the animal doesn't have to respond). Plus if there was sever danger, I expect the animal would have run the opposite way XD. Interesting idea though. If it were possible and he had that level of control, maybe. But still unlikely.
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
"You know. I have this power. And yet.... I've yet to sneak in to a girl's changing room!"
Re: Mystery Dude (Finally!!)
you may want to decide which association captured him...one of the ones we know about like weapon X or a new one.. and explain a little more about who the big baddie is in relation to them.
Apart from that.... I look forward to meeting him...I think!
Re: Mystery Dude (Finally!!)
Ohoh!! About that: I was thinking, maybe it could be - surprise surprise - A.Corp again... behiiiiind it all. Coz that'd tie in PERFECTLY with the whole kidnapping mutants, experimenting on them, trying to steal and use their powers thing. Plus it'd give Racheal something she'd kinda have in common with the Enrights and Matt..which...I guess is...good *shifty look* ..and more of a connection to the plotness *nids sagely*
There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility.
The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Mystery Dude (Finally!!)
I was going to see if that would fit, also the history should kinda state that the person helping Jake is the guy who organised the experiments in the first place if it wasn't clear.
Erm.. chat to me online someone who knows more about it. I don't know much about that side of things... and right now I feel completely dead so... yeah. XD. Must edit bio at some point as well.
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
"You know. I have this power. And yet.... I've yet to sneak in to a girl's changing room!"
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