Name: Gorgon<br/>Age: 16<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: (Was)Human<br/>Fighting for: Humans<br/>Vore prefs: (Predator please) Oral and Cock Vore, but could be persuaded to do AV with a bit of talking.<br/>Description: Gorgon had once been human. Now he didn't really know. No one did. That didn't stop the scientist form experimenting though. When he was first brought in, he had heard words like, 'prime subject' and 'perfect sample'. Now, no one said much to him. Everyone found him a bit....creepy. He couldn't really blame them though, even he couldn't stand them, his own eyes.<br/><br/>He had been brought in years ago, along side a dragon the human's had miraculously captured and somehow subdued. At some point, or maybe it had been the plan all along, various parts of his body were transplanted with that of the dragon. As they replaced parts of him, his body grew strange, the dragon parts changing him. More than that though, he could feel the massive beasts agony, as the scientists kept it alive as they did the transplants. Her remembered the eyes the most. His vision had blinked out, only to suddenly rekindle in a blaze of new colors, some he had never seen before. As his mind was filled with such fantastic visions, he could only imagine how much more cruel it was to take such vision from another creature. The final transplant was the dragons heart, somehow made to shrink so that they could put it in place of the boy's.<br/><br/>What had resulted was a creation no one knew the power's or abilities of. By all laws of nature or science, the experiment should have been a bloody display of futility, but it worked.  No other procedure like this ever worked again. Probably because they never got another dragon, or because they never had such a perfect subject, but he didn't really care.<br/><br/>His skin was mostly covered in scales, dark black shining stones, simply growing from his skin. More and more had appeared over the years, but they were slow to grow in, and some fell off. They were a marked contrast to his pale white skin, as he didn't see much sun. His teeth had also grown sharp and his nails long. The nub of a tail had formed on his lower back, but it was still small enough to conceal with most pants. His eyes were that of a dragon, but somehow, had changed over the years. When he was first given them, they were bright red, almost glowing. Now, they streaks of white though them, almost like cracks, but the doctors had said they weren't anything harmful. Also, they had actually begun to glow in the dark, where as they had only appeared to on the dragon.<br/><br/>The pain of the procedure, and his following changes, had wiped most of his memory clean. Not to mention, he was sometimes plagued with flashes of the dragon's memory. The scientists labeled him 'Gorgon' and he did their bidding out a lack of knowledge to the contrary.<br/><br/>************************************<br/><br/>Every so often though, he had caught a glimpse of another experiment. A girl, he thought, but he had only glimpsed them. It was the only thing that occupied his time, thinking about this other prisoner, wondering who it was, what they went through, how they spent their days. He felt a scientists gaze on him through the slot. It was a strange knack he had, to know when someone was watching. He turned to gaze back, and he saw the scientist slink away from the slot, not wanting to meet the gaze of the monster.<br/><br/>And so he waited, waited for his next experiment or examination.