Post by IAMNOTSOX↑ on Nov 25, 2009 1:30:25 GMT -5
"So you have your price. Your soul for a cookie."
[/i], he just can’t be seen. In the case that he becomes mute, he’s psychic; he can very easily communicate telepathically. And he can generate random bubbles that are pink out of thin air. They’re squishy and can support the weight of a human or a morph, and aren’t very easily popped unless if with a sharp object.
[NAME] abel.
[SPECIES] mew.
[GENDER] male.
[AGE] six years old, appears thirteen.
[ALLIANCE] lucem ferre.
[ABILITIES]
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[MOVES]
pound, transform mega punch metronome psychic barrier ancientpower amnesia me first baton pass nasty plot aura sphere tri attack
detect
teleport
"You are a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers."
[DESCRIPTION]
Curly ash-blonde hair sits atop the boy’s head, reaching down to his neck with the fringe covering most of his eyes. At some points on his bangs, the tips seem to be a bright pink, no doubt a result of the genes injected in him. Somewhere hidden in that bush of hair are two equally pink, cat-like ears. The same hue acts as a sort of tint to his already pink-cream skin, giving it a peachier look. Upon closer inspection (very, very close), you would notice that there are very fine hairs all over his body, colored the very same pink. Contrasting all this not-manly pink are his blue eyes—often referred to as ‘bambi’ or ‘puppy’ eyes by the scientists, random passerbys and even his enemies. The reason for this is because they are round and possibly larger than most. Not freakishly huge (thank goodness), but enough to be noticed.
As for his build, he’s small, like Mew. That should be truly obvious, though being a male and thus having ridiculous growth spurts, he stands at about 5’2”—when originally he was 4’0” last month. As for muscle, there’s absolutely none. You can’t expect a psychic type or a Mew pokemorph to have muscles. Unlike most people, he’s not freakishly lean but actually normal, looking as if he’s well-fed and healthy.
Now for the juicy part—the more noticeable effects of the mutation and injection. As you know, he’s part Mew. Aside from his height, the fur and the ears, there’s a bunch of other changes. For instance, he floats. The boy hovers a foot above the ground and could probably be able to move around in their air with psychic energy. Yeah, he has feet, but they’re more like paws—much longer than what they’re supposed to be, with rough padding covered by thick fur on the toes. He’s lovingly called ‘bigfoot’ because of this. His legs have also gotten shorter. To top it all off, he has his lovely tail. It is longer than his whole body, always twisted and turned or just waving behind him like a flag. You'll never see it as a straight line, ever.
As far as morphs go, he’s well-dressed… enough. I don’t mean fashion. His main attire would begin with a plain old t-shirt, maybe about a size or two too big. It used to be a blue that equaled his eyes; after a while and through many failed attempts at laundry, became a whiteish blue. There would be faded blue jeans that are also a little too big, though definitely not so big that they would need a belt. These jeans would have A LOT of pockets—zipped, regular, whatever; and they’d be pretty deep. He’s always barefoot due to his large paw-feet, so there are no shoes; other accessories would be the arm warmers on his arms. The left one is blue and white; the right one is white and pink, both striped. He usually has about five silver bangles on each wrist, including one larger and shinier bangle. Finally, there’s always a tiara on his head, along with a small pink bow clipped to a bit of hair that curls upward at the top of his head.
And let it be noted that he does not wear a red collar; at his request, they made his collar pink.
[PERSONALITY]
To most, he’s an odd individual. It’s almost as if he wasn’t transformed into a creature, made to kill. Maybe it was because he was born with the nature to be childish and carefree, and raised in a much more different way.
As such, he’s immune to those negative emotions that most morphs have, being forced to do all that bad stuff and being emo about it. Abel is viewed as a naïve and cute little optimistic idiot. He never thinks anything negative and even makes things up if it avoids being negative. Sadness, emoness… anything depressing doesn’t even exist in his mind. It’s like a glass wall in his eyes—see through. And he always breaks it down. He can’t sympathize with people, though. Although he’d cry with them and talk to them, that would be one wall he won’t be getting by. Although he’s very expressive, he’s cheerful; he always has a smile on his face. And it’s innocent. 100% bright and true. He radiates happiness. He’s always happy, even if he’s frowning of if he looks mad. Barely anything can shatter him and cause him to break down. Many people have tried, poking and prodding and pulling a few strings, but he never budges and never breaks. He’s open and makes sure that the person he’s talking to knows exactly how he’s feeling and what’s on his mind, to the point of being creepy.
Naïve because everything that Lucem Ferre tells him is registered as true facts – even though they could very well be spouting obvious lies. Of course, he doesn’t really know any better—the poor thing never got a lesson on what’s right and what’s wrong. In addition to that, he believes that Lucem Ferre – the scientists, at least, are his family. “Fathers” and “Mothers”, the morphs are just random people, some of the legendaries, being special, might be considered the closest to siblings. Obviously, this is one of those lies as he does not have a family, nor will he ever. This fact only outlines just how naïve he is. And those things that LF told him that he holds close – he’ll fight for them, as he considers them his beliefs. Absolutely nothing can sway him unless if he loses his memory, even if facts prove his beliefs wrong. This might be the only situation where he may get angry.
“Anger” is also another thing foreign to him. Abel is never truly angry at someone, unless if they killed someone close. He can be annoyed and a bit angry- hey, he might even snap and lash out with a few mean words, but it’s never really hate. He doesn’t like arguments or fights between people. He’s more of a peaceful morph, but that contradicts his nature as a morph – he’s been taught to kill, just in a different manner. Personality-wise, he’s innocent – he doesn’t know that killing is evil, that fighting is bad and violence altogether is no good, and that. Rather, all those words – “kill”, “blood”, have been encouraged and hidden behind other words that sound more innocent.
[HISTORY]
Mew was a surprisingly hard Morph to create—very difficult. Even when it was a pokemon with every pokemon’s genetic structure compacted into just one creature, there was just so much data and DNA to use to create it. Mew Morphs had to be made by scratch; those injected would often die off during transformation or would turn into a horrendously mutated creature, not exactly a ‘morph’. But even when made from scratch, there was too much DNA, the subjects usually got stunted as they developed, and dying off due to abnormal cell replication and genes clashing together by the time it had developed into a fetus. Still, the scientists wanted Mew; so they continued on, trying to think of ideas.
And that’s when they had it. Their plan. They gathered female subjects. Those that were unfit to become Morphs, for some reason, were laid out on the operating table. With a scalpel, the scientists would – ahem – cut open the ovaries and proceed to take out the eggs. These eggs would be placed within a tube and fertilized within and injected with Mew’s DNA. At first, it didn’t work. They tried and tried again, but the fetus would grow abnormal and die. The project was growing hopeless by the minute, until one random scientist suggested a method of applying Mew’s DNA to the egg: simply by injecting it before it was fertilized and applying doses daily.
This was a painfully slow process, and for a time, they believed it was impossible. The eggs took too long to grow. It was calculated that 6 years would pass before the egg would grow into a child that is only one year. With a single dose of the growth hormone, it would be reduced by a year. The growth hormones tampered with the development of the cells and thus, incomplete and flawed morphs were created. Due to their damaged cells, they didn’t survive very long. The survival rate was extremely slow—actually, it was nearly impossible. Many scientists abandoned the project, and only a handful remained in charge of it. They tried many ways and finally, they had a solution.
And still, with that the rate was low. They were running out of supplies. This time they began looking at the females whose eggs they took from. Through careful picking and a little modifying of the genetic structure of the eggs, they tried out their attempts one last time. Out of the fifty eggs collected, only two actually lived one year. The scientists administered the growth hormones and DNA accordingly. In six years, the two Morphs became toddlers that looked around two years of age. By this time, Mew’s DNA was snuggled nice inside their bodies and it was safe to stuff them with the growth hormones. To their luck, one was a boy and the other was a girl—a perfect breeding pair.
Unfortunately, they were too young to be able to be consummated to each other. So the scientists worked on training them. They were trained separately and the scientists often compared their abilities to one another. The girl showed signs of intelligence, obedience and was powerful.
The boy, well… the boy was childish and naïve; he seemed too pure. They thought about killing him off, because he seemed to not have much hope. But they gave him one more chance. They threw the two Mew Morphs into a battle stadium and ordered them to fight. It started off with the male lollygagging on the floor and simply staring around at the stadium, with his female opponent glaring at him in disgust. When the orders arrived, the boy still fooled around, but the girl took action. She was armed with powerful, devastating moves such as Hyper Beam, Focus Punch and Zap Cannon. And with these moves, she easily outclassed the boy and had him pinned to the ground in mere seconds. She was given the order to kill him. As she prepared a Hyper Beam, he realized he was in trouble.
He teleported away and used Metronome; he got Outrage. The kid went completely mad with anger. With surprising strength he struck down the other Morph and unleashed a fury of kicks and punches and against the crying scientists’ pleads to stop, killed her by clawing her throat out.
That was how he earned his title as the only Mew morph. The scientists were unable to find eggs with the same structure, and the other attempts failed. So they kept him. When this decision was made, he was given a name—Abel. It meant “breath” and Mew was said to be the god of birth, so it was fitting. They knew they couldn’t use the collar to mold him into a fighting machine; it worked in hurting him, but Abel remained childish. So they brainwashed him. They told him the scientists were his parents—all of them. That the Morphs were all his brethren and sisters, and that Lucem Ferre, the “red ones” were bad. Yes, at that time, he was in CODA. He happily grew close to them. But they believed him to be dangerous. They tossed the boy out on the field in battle. He didn’t like fighting; he tried to avoid battle.
But trying to avoid it made him get into battles. Some pokemorphs of Lucem Ferre managed to get a hold of him and knock him out. They brought him back to the HQ, where his blue collar was switched out for pink. When he awoke, he turned out with amnesia. The scientists took this chance to brainwash him. They were quick to notice Abel was different than the others. They babied him and, with the help of psychic pokemorphs, managed to completely brainwash him. His amnesia became permanent; or in other words: he would never remember that he was once CODA’s. There were times when he had believed himself to wear blue collars, but he was told that was just his imagination.
After Abel became secured to LF, they tried to teach him to kill. He didn’t understand the concept of death. To try to get him to fighting, they told him that he was only ‘playing’ with the opponent. When they would stop moving, they were asleep. The scientists used innocent words to replace bloody, gruesome ones to make him believe as such, and made it concrete in his head. In doing so, they had created their perfect little doll.
[OTHER]
He's squishy~
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