Name: PICO (project integrated creation organism)<br/>Age: Unknown (looks between 16-18)<br/>Race: Experiment<br/>Eye Color: Strange Yellow Hue (when thinking or studying becomes filled with swirls of color like a rainbow)<br/>Hair Color: White<br/>Body type: Lithe<br/>Abilities: Healing by Touch, Summoning Dragon (in pic) When In Danger, Self Healing<br/>Flaws: Naive, Shelter (extremely), Childlike<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww276/watersprit03/rp%20characters/ElfMale.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Pico woke the next morning. It was the same as any other mornings. Get attached to various machines. Then get blood drawn. Then get stabbed with needles. This was all part of the morning routine he knew as part of every day life. Later learning more terms for objects. Learning to write in other languages. Learning to read other languages. The onto speaking and understanding other languages. Then it was food that was nothing more than oatmeal and milk. It was the same meal every day. Then a drink filled with vitamins and nutrients. Then it was being attached to the machines again. Then more blood work. Then a physical. Then he was free to draw or do whatever. Then it came time for the shake they gave him for dinner that was full of vitamins, minerals, and other nutrients.<br/><br/>The days continued this way for months. Many months went by with this. Then years. Then one day the scientists in the lab coats began coming less and less. The head scientist was worried for hours. He didn't get why the old man was always pacing. They began closing down and locking up various areas of the lab. Soon there was only a few that came with the head scientist. Then three. Then two. Then one. Soon it was just the head scientist.<br/><br/>The old man sighed and approached Pico. "Follow me Pico...this will be our last time together. Just a few more tests. Then going to show you a special room. We won't see each other anymore." The old man cared for Pico even if he was just an experiment. A creation of theirs. He did the tests and took notes. Pushing a needle into Pico's veins. "This is going to make you sleepy Pico. You will sleep and feel no more pain. Have no more tests done." He said. Pico looked at him. Not understanding what the old guy was saying. "Are you going away Pops?" He asked. The old scientist nodded his head. "We all are. We won't be coming back anymore." Pico didn't get why but didn't ask. He was growing sleepy and  his eyes began to droop. The old man guided Pico to a room and stopped by a large capsule that stood up tall taking up room from floor almost to the low ceiling. "In here Pico." Pico got in there as he listened to the old man's orders. "Will I see you again Pops?" He asked in a sleep slur. The old man shook his head. "Not this time Pico." As Pico drifted off to sleep the old scientist ruffled his hair. "Goodbye Pico..." He shut the door to the capsule. Turning on the chriogenic freezing option. He then left with only one more look back where the young man would now rest. Turning out the last of the lights......and walked away.<br/><br/>Years passed and rumors of a rare item, a one of a kind object, passed around all over the world. The lab well hidden by a grove of trees become lost in time. Yet clues of its location soon began to surface in various parts of the world. Deep within the now over grown with ivy lab rested the rarest creation of all time...Pico. Chriogenically frozen in permanent sleep.