<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sin 'Subject 001' Chevalier </strong></span></span><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">General:</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Username:</strong> Undisclosedtoyou<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Dragon/Dark One Hybrid<br/><strong>Age:</strong> Living for only five years, he has been scientifically and magically developed to that of a 17 year old boy, in both mind and body.<br/><strong>Sex:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual, leans more towards men.<br/><strong>Preference:</strong> Submissive in the bedroom, but not so much out side of it.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Slightly mistrustful of anyone who is not one of his Guardians, he for the most part is silent and watchful.  Wherever he goes there is always an air about him, as if he where memorizing everything, learning, and processing things that others had seen millions of times in their lives.  He lives with the constant feelings of being "different" from others, and as such unconsciously distances himself from those around him.  But his feelings of inadequacy doesn't stop him from constantly acting out on his curiosity.   There are times though, when he is threatened, that a primeval constitution overwhelms him, and his personality will change completely around into something dangerous and threatening.<br/><strong>Background:</strong>  He was created in a lab.  Of course it would be unreasonable to say that he hadn't been held within a womb at some point in his young life, and he had, but the moment they could safely extract the specimen they did.  Becoming solely dependent on life monitors, and machinery.  The dependency expectantly put him in a coma, one in which he never moved, and never opened his eyes for one long year.<br/><br/>Those in charge of the experiment held little hope for the success of this trial, this being their first try at trying to put together a humanoid from the two very contrasting creature types.  So it was met with great surprise when the news of a successful and thriving specimen was indeed in their hands.  It was thought best that the mothers DNA be from a dragon, and it indeed was.  A slim small silver dragon, of light features and unearthly beauty, the "mother" was chosen.  Her strange reaction after the prenatal baby was extracted surprised everyone though.  Once she had woken up from the surgery her face had twisted into a look of disgust, the words abhorrent constantly being repeated over and over again.  Since it was obvious that somewhere through the pregnancy she had lost what sense she had, she was deemed unsafe to be returned to the public and locked away in one of their many obscurely funded mental institutions.<br/><br/>The fathers DNA was something else that had to be carefully selected, and since this was in the beginning of the cooperatives formation, the number of willing participants was not great.  When they finally found a suitable donor, in the form of one Constantine Montoya, the research and genetic tweaking was on it's way.  <br/><br/>When the baby started to grow faster than they had anticipated, the guardians had no idea what to do.  Should they celebrate?  Or should they fear that the experiment would grow too much, putting too much strain on it's body, and making all their troubles useless.  All the worry was unfounded, no matter how much it grew, it remained healthy, with the exceptions of occasional drops in blood pressure, and dietary inefficiency.   <br/><br/>When the subject turned all of one year old, it was deemed ready.  And in fact it was ready, no longer a baby, or even a child, but a boy of roughly 17 years old physiologically.  When the experiment first opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of around a dozen men and woman wearing all white.  their faces peering at him with looks varying from avid fascination, to a subdued seriousness, that had him feeling as if his skin was crawling off his body.  His blank expression and motionless body had a few of the Guardians disappointed, but only long enough to be reminded that he was still nothing but a blank doll of a living creature, yet to have knowledge or experience imprinted into his mind.  <br/><br/>With a long period of working in all out secrecy, the cooperative gave the Guardians the much needed buffer that was needed to teach it's new acquisition all that it would need to know to function properly to their wishes and expectations.  The boy was like a sponge, soaking up any and all information given to him, but when the lessons turned to the theoretical discussion of emotions, he was caught.  This subject more than anything confused him, and took more time than anything else to grasp.  It wouldn't be until he had left the lab and his small room to enter the real world, that he would feel the first twinges of embarrassment, and trepidation.  His interactions with strangers, both from his "world" and the human one, had him thinking about his own existence.  He knew that there was something off about him, something different that seemed to garner immediate distrust and even disgust from those he met, but he didn't know what it was.  He could have asked, but he had been taught to never speak about where he came from to people that where not his Guardians; and so he deducted that his off-ness must originate from his origins.   <br/><strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Black with silver flecks, flashing bright Silver when his adrenalin is pumping on over drive.<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Black<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8"<br/><strong>Build:</strong> Thin, but muscular.<br/><strong>Description:</strong> <br/>(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/prettyboy02Aresized.jpg)<br/>(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Bresized.jpg)(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Dresized.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i725.photobucket.com/albums/ww251/animedragon33/black_dragon.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Side note:</strong>  Born without a soul, that was one thing his Guardians could not help, it wasn't until he had interacted with others, strangers to him, that he realized that there was an empty void where there should have been....something.  When in times of distress, battle, sex, or great grief, his form will shimmer, skin rippling like disturbed water.  His dragon form doesn't have a completely "solid" feel to it, while his scales let off steam which makes his form blurry at best. Suffice it to say that he tries his best to stay in a humanoid form.  <br/><br/>It's hard to say whether he has a mate or not, it's questionable since his creation is tainted. He does feed off blood for nourishment, and he has a strange liking for metal, gold in particular, but all metal has a tendency make his heart pound.  He breaths flame, and can withstand flame.  He has a fondness for the earth, the dirt, and gritty feel of the ground beneath his feet.  But he loves the feel of skin also, the soft texture of it, and the way it feels against his own skin.<br/><br/>His scent is off, while it's pleasant, like incense, it also puts supernatural beings on edge.  His scent automatically makes people feel that there is something wrong with him, something not acceptable, and therefor distasteful.  But there is no way to tell what exactly he is by scent alone, because he smells like neither dragon or dark one. <br/><br/>Sorry for the length of his history,  I needed it to be long, in able to give some background information on the organization that this game is based on.<br/> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><br/><br/></span></strong></div>