((hey all, thought i'd join in.))<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Name: Milo Suten<br/>Age: 14<br/>Description: Brown, short hair and brown eyes. Quite boyish appearance, if it wasn't for the breasts. Originally stood at 4'8, but is now closer to 5'5 - thanks to his new figure.<br/>(picture pending)<br/>First Mutation: Centaur:- The slightly more obvious change, were due to his job at the moment of the weapon strikes. He was working in a barn, on a farm outside the cityscape. Helping a pregnant mare give birth to a foal, and as such the proximity effected him in this way, his DNA copying hers partially, to create a centaur. Along with the obvious below-the-belt changes, he's gained pointed ears that peak through his short hair.<br/>Second Mutation: Gender Displacement:- Again, thanks to the mare and his proximity to it, he has lost a number of important physical items to be a male, and have 'adpopted' the mares sex.<br/>Third Mutation: Rebirth:- Thanks to the foal, mostly. If absorbed into a female body, Milo can be reformed in the womb of the predator without loss of age. Similarly, sentients he consumes can also be reformed in his own. (to the player discretion.) To which end, a male predator would likely be a greater danger.<br/>Role: Predator or Prey<br/>Player Preferences:<br/>Dislikes:- fatalities, digestion, analvore, cockvore and/or scat.<br/>Likes:- Softvore, ProtectiveVore, Unbirth.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>(if there's any issues, i'll address them asap.)<br/><br/>Although it might be said, that travelling to a spot that had potientially just been hit by a thermo-nuclear bomb, may be a bad idea. This was the last thought in this boy- ...girls, head. As if that wasn't strange enough, the use of fours limbs for walking was still something to get used to, the female figure - after raiding a district clothes shop, beside an electrical store that looked like it had been ransacked hours ago. A form-fitting bra and short top were adequate, but a large towel was also thrown onto the saddle, to try and conceal some body. Not that it would help a great deal, realistically.<br/><br/>Four hooves clicked against the damaged pavement, between useless cars and burnt out wreaks, right now it just looked like a bad area, and if he really was a girl, he'd be worried. Milos' pace quickened, to a trot, or would've if she didn't trip on an ankle, causing her to limp for a few moments before getting back into rythmn over movement, counting each step in pacing movement. "One-two, one-two." she muttered, before lifting her head to the skies above. "Rain.." she mused, before taking a moment to work out it could be potientially dangerous.<br/><br/>She quickened her pace more successfully, as she travelled through a large carpark, the back of the mall, by the looks of things. She tugged at an emergency exit, before finding it locked. A quick rear-up and kick changed that, as it slammed open to the warehousing section, allowing her access now into the dark area. Muffled voices could be heard, raising caution in the now young mare as she attempted to find the source.