<strong>Name:</strong>Mai Victoria Larson<br/><strong>Experiment Number:</strong>124α<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Date of Birth:</strong>April 26th<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Undetermined<br/><strong>Ability:</strong>Nuclear<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Mai is a strange looking person. Due to the radioactivity given off her body, her DNA is destroyed, and she has striking traits. Her body can’t hold melamine, and so her skin is pale, and transparent. Some of her veins can be seen underneath her skin, and when she overuses her abilities, they turn black. She has light silver eyes that change color when she feels strong emotions, and white hair that she dyes pink in her own safe form of rebellion. Mai stands at about 5’2” and weighs around 125 pounds. She has scars on her arms and chest from experiments when she was younger, and she wears a metal collar around her neck that monitors her radiation levels. When she goes out in public, she wears a brunette wig, brown contacts, and modest clothing to cover anything that might give away the fact that she was an experiment.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>For the most part, Mai is quiet and reserved. Any emotion can trigger her nuclear ability and make her radioactive and dangerous. Some people say she’s emotionless, but she only seems so to hide who she really is. Mai is hot-headed, and angry all the time. When she wants to be, Mai is snarky and rude. She has a problem with authority after being held hostage by the military her whole life. That trauma has also made her paranoid. She can’t go out in public because she’s afraid of someone finding out what she is. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and she doesn’t trust anyone but her best friend.<br/><strong><br/>Life History</strong>: Mai was born normal. She didn’t start out as the freak she is today. Shortly after she was born, Mai was kidnapped and forced into the Asger program. There were three generations when she was entered and a generation consisted of 50 children each. Mai was apart of the third and final generation. Her number was 124, and she was in the nuclear portion of the project. Each program focused on a different ability. Most children died, and none of the experiments were easy. Mai was tortured with chemical poisonings, psychological exams, combat training, and many more tests to see if she would survive experimentation. Unfortunately, after many trials and many many errors, Mai was the only survivor, and was given the alpha symbol to her experiment number. The element used on her became known as Asnmamium, a manmade radioactive element that was almost impossible to create due to its unstable condition. The effect it had on Mai was horrible, and until she was older, and learned how to control her powers, she was sick constantly. Her growth was stunted, and she couldn’t keep food down. She was kept under military care even after Project Asger was shut down. It wasn’t until she was 18 that she was freed and returned to her family. Even still, the military kept an extremely close eye on her.<br/><br/>After she was released, Mai kept herself closeted. She rarely left the house and didn’t talk to anyone. Her parents who were grateful to have their daughter returned to them still felt that their child was a stranger to them. To get her to open up, she introduced her to Demetria, a girl Mai’s age whose ability was telekinesis. Demetria was Mai’s best and only friend, and she was the only one who could get Mai to be human. However, when she turned 21, Demetria found the resistance, and left, never to be heard from again.<br/><br/>Two years later, and Mai is trying to find an out. She’s tried, and angry, and miserable. She can’t go out in public without feeling like someone is out to get her, or that she’ll lose control and hurt someone. She hates her mother’s sad eyes when they look at each other or talk to her dad without him praising the government for returning his “little girl.” Mai wishes she could have joined Demetria, and run away, but her collar keeps her subdued, and tracks her location. On top of all that, the military visits once month to run more tests and checkups, like a robot. They’ll never let her go. She’ll never stop being their science experiment.<br/><br/>(https://66.media.tumblr.com/ec6db99913da8493c96733f981d85356/tumblr_mufjx1AJZd1sgziwoo1_400.png)<br/><br/><strong>First Post:</strong><br/>Mai Larson sat on the ledge of an old abandoned building. The sun was setting low in the distance, light glaring off of the glass giants of the inner city. Everything was bathed in an odd gold lighting, and casted long shadows on the ground. Everything that Mai could see was covered in a layer of dust and weeds. Nature was overgrown in this area, long forgotten after the economy fell. Here, Mai felt a little safe. The only people around were homeless scavengers, and they never gave her a second glance. They all had a mutual hatred for the government, and although Mai never exchanged more than a few words with them, she was accepted here.<br/><br/>A gust of wind blew hard, swirling dust and leaves around. Mai's brunette wig whipped around her head, and she held it back with a hand while she finished watching the sunset. It would only take a few minutes, but as night fell, Mai knew she was breaking curfew. If she didn't leave soon, the night patrols would be out, and she would get in serious trouble if she got caught. She wasn't even supposed to be out this far from home anyway, and she was sure whoever was monitoring her location today was already aware that she was in trouble. Maybe tonight she'd get lucky and that person would give her some leeway. After all, it was her birthday.<br/><br/>When the last ray of sunlight faded, and the world got dark, Mai made her way back down to the ground. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, and climbed down using a drain pipe. She landed softly on the dirt below. Her skateboard was hidden under some old bushes on the side of the building, and she dug it out so she would have a quicker way home. Before she took off, Mai let her eyes adjust to the dark streets around her. From what she could see, the streets were deserted. Still, she fixed the scarf around her neck, hiding the government issued collar she wore. The last thing she needed was a patrol officer or scavenger seeing it.<br/><br/>As she skated along the alleyways, watching as the streets became more and more well-kept. The buildings were still dirty and small, with bars on windows and apartment buildings locked up with several key pads, but it was clear that people lived here. She passed foreign restaurants with neon signs and florescent lights inside, grocery stores with dingy parking lots, a gas station that was notorious for being raided, and a tattoo parlor that was definitely illegal, but stayed open anyway. Mai kept close to walls, skating slow so that her wheels didn't make a lot of noise and echo into the main streets. She was getting close to home, which was in a neighborhood on the other side of town, closer to the city. It would only be a few minutes until she would be safe, but unfortunately, she wouldn't be lucky.<br/><br/>She heard the guards before she saw them. They were drunk. It was still early in the evening, but the officers must have been drinking for a while. As they rounded the corner into the alley, Mai hopped off her skateboard and ducked into the shadows. She held her breath, trying not to get caught.<em>Please please please don't see me,</em>she thought, watching as the guards walk past her. For a moment, she thought she was in the clear, until her anxiety spiked, and the collar around her neck started to beep. The sound started both herself and the men walking away from her. Mai looked down to see tiny black veins on her fingers, and she hadn't even realized that she was letting her powers start to show. A flashlight shown in her face, and she knew she was busted. Despite the brown wig, and the civilian clothes, Mai knew they could see her eyes change to yellow with her fear, and the way her hands were shaking and turning black. In a instant, she took off running into the darkness, away from the direction of her home, and forgetting her skateboard. She wasn't sure where to go, but she kept running anyway, trying to lose the men in the dark, narrow walkways between buildings.