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G i v e n N a m e:: Kobayashi, Satoru
O t h e r N a m e s:: Toru
A g e:: 37
B i r t h d a y:: February 16th
O r i g i n:: Born in Kyoto, Japan, and currently resides in Nevada, USA.
S p e c i e s:: Human
H a i r C o l o u r:: Black
E y e C o l o u r:: Dark brown
H e i g h t:: 5'3"
B u i l d:: Bordering average/lean
S e x u a l i t y:: Undetermined
→ (To be honest, he is equally uncomfortable thinking about anyone interacting with him sexually. He has never had sex.)
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C o l l a r:: Not chain, not lace.
C h a r m s:: Book, spatula?
C o l o u r s:: Not black, not hot pink, not grey, not orange, not purple.
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L i k e s::
☑ Empirical learning and experimenting
☑ The colors black, red, and bile green
☑ Seeing how stuff works
☑ Animals
☑ Making a mess
☑ Body modifications
☑ Matcha tea
☑ Nihilism
☑ Clothes with buttons
D i s l i k e s::
☒ People
☒ Crowds
☒ Noise
☒ Politics and government
☒ Being called short
☒ Cheese
☒ Talking
☒ Working a job for a living
T a l e n t s:: He is both a blessing and a curse to the biological engineering world. A genius at anything scientific he puts his mind to, he is also a gifted surgeon. (Unfortunately, his surgical skills are not often demonstrated to their fullest; he knowingly does things that cause his subjects' death.) He can also color perfectly in the lines.
Q u i r k s:: He shuffles his feet when he walks. Whenever he can be found coloring or drawing, it is because he is thinking deeply about something. He tends to eat only after fainting from exhaustion or if someone brings food directly to him (which we don't) and he resists sleeping as much as humanly possible. We believe he is afraid of the dark.
S k i l l s:: He is just a human.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Satoru Kobayashi is a suspected psychopath with the classical signs of being antisocial, a total absence of empathy and/or remorse, lacking morals, being prone to impulsivity, and having a tendency for instrumental violence. He is distant, cold, and cryptic, mostly due to a lack of verbal or written communication. We are not sure if this is an actual impairment or if it is voluntary. When he does speak, it is in fragments or simple verb-object statements. He is also somewhat childish and naive, having a short attention span, enjoying children's activities, and taking the spoken and written word at face value. Whether it is intentional or not, he is unnerving to be around; many of my men that have had to monitor him have reported feeling creeped out by his unwavering, thousand yard stare... I mean aside from the sick s**t he does in his free time.
H i s t o r y:: Satoru Kobayashi was purportedly disturbed since childhood. His elementary school records indicate that he was antisocial and spent most of his time reading advanced textbooks in the library. He had problems with a few classmates one year, but after a student purportedly fell down the stairs and broke his neck, he had no more problems. His classmates suspected him, but there was no evidence. Later, in his last year of elementary school, he stole the class pet of a nearby classroom (frog) and transplanted parts of it onto his own class' pet (turtle). He called it a jumping turtle. Interestingly, the animal did not die of contamination or blood loss; it died of rejection, understandably, an impressive two hours after being carried away by authorities along with its creator. Satoru was not to return to school and instead he finished up elementary school with a home tutor.
He transferred to a different district for junior high and again for high school, but his reputation followed him each time. He was mostly left alone because of it, treated more like a piece of distasteful furniture than a member of the class. He excelled in his classes that were based heavily on multiple choice exams but failed in everything else; his teacher reports say that he rarely did homework and even his classwork more often than not was returned with doodles instead of answers. Little is written in his file about his home life other than his mother did not know what to do with him and his father was either working overtime, avoiding his own son, or both. Satoru was known to have made only one friend - another boy in high school with aims to enter the medical field who was frequently picked on and teased for his alleged homosexuality. For unknown reasons, soon after graduating high school Satoru allegedly killed his parents and disappeared.
They both left Kyoto for a small town in the rural countryside where they stayed afloat by offering house calls for the locals (who, in their need for a doctor who was not over a two hour's ride away, did not ask for certifications or degrees). Despite his inability to efficiently communicate, his friend was well liked and able to interpret for him. Through a series of very fortunate events, his friend made connections with the locals and were able to obtain things they needed like prescription medications and other supplies without much scrutiny. They bought an older facility with a deep, spacious basement. They lived in the surface ground floor and converted the basement into something like a miniature hospital including two beds, a large lab, and a crude operating room. Between just the two of them, they were able to handle cases as small as a child getting a stomach virus, a dislocated shoulder, and wounds requiring some sutures and cases as complex as a hip fracture or a blocked artery. Satoru reportedly enjoyed helping people and was benign; this all changed when he answered a call for a miscarriage of an illegitimate fetus. Afraid to have the child cremated and buried herself in fear of being discovered, the mother was promised that the body would be given a proper burial elsewhere. They agreed, but Satoru was so fascinated by the corpse and its valuable stem cells that he kept it and played with it in his lab. This was the beginning of the end of his medical practice. A simple appendicitis would also include the extraction of a kidney and other tissue samples, unbeknownst to the patient. He began to kidnap people to experiment on them. At first it was a child, following the village doctor all too trustingly to her death. Next it was a preteen male. Then it became anyone he could steal without being suspected. It all ended when one of his experiments, the first successful one that lived more than a week after their modification, escaped and was found by a squad of very bewildered public safety officials who thought the reports of a monster would just be another rabid dog.
Satoru's friend, tricked into thinking his testimony would aid the "mad doctor," confessed everything. The doctor was unarguably sentenced to death while his friend was killed in prison. Satoru spent only a week in his cell before he was escorted by armed guards out and down the hall and to a special room... where a representative of the United States armed forces waited. He didn't seem surprised to see us. We negotiated with him alone in the room (unrecorded for the utmost confidentiality), proposing that he would be taken in our custody, keep his life, be given basic life resources, and be given whatever laboratory supplies he needed in exchange for working on what we needed when he needed. He was free to work on whatever he wanted between official jobs. He agreed with the caveat that he not be bound by arbitrary morals or ethics and he would be able to accumulate "favors" upon the completion of each job. These favors were often odd things for his personal research projects like human test subjects (ethically sourced from Texan death row) or exotic animals, but also sometimes included miscellaneous objects like makeup, clothes, or coloring books.
Satoru was moved to an underground facility nearby the Nevada nuclear testing sites. The facility is locked down from the outside, with only one entrance and a few skylights. He has access to a computer for research purposes only and the only phone he has goes directly to us, who monitor him through cameras set up all throughout the facility. He has proved to be a worthwhile investment, creating many new agents for possible biological warfare. His personal projects seem to be centered around the concept of chimeras - in the sense that something can be composed of different parts and still function as a living organism. The favor he requested this time was to pick out a special kind of pet from a special kind of place...
`MaliceMizer
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 5:42 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Selena, your human tongue cannot say my proper name.
O t h e r N a m e s:: Lena is the most used nickname I'm given.
A g e:: Two-hundred and thirty (230) years old.
B i r t h d a y:: March 19th, the start of the Vernal Equinox.
O r i g i n:: Near the Mariana Trench, in the western Pacific Ocean.
S p e c i e s:: I'm a Mermaid. Distant relative of Atargatis, the Mermaid Goddess/First Mermaid.
H a i r C o l o u r:: A blonde paler than gold.
E y e C o l o u r:: As blue as a clear summer sky in human form, but as red as blood in my true one.
H e i g h t:: 5' 9" in human form, and over 7' in my true form.
B u i l d:: Lithe, acceptable bust, noticeable hips and buttocks in human form. Has the agile form of a gymnast than a swimmer.
S e x u a l i t y:: I'm demisexual; I am attracted to people I form a strong emotional connection to.
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C o l l a r:: Leather
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Music Note, Bow & Arrow, Flame, Snowflake, Book
C o l o u r s:: Maroon, Brown, Orchid, Light Blue
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L i k e s::
☑ Cold weather
☑ Rain
☑ Large bodies of water; rivers, lakes, the sea.
☑ White lilies, or any white flower
☑ Fish dishes
☑ Fresh fruit and vegetables
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Hot weather
☒ Dry, windy weather
☒ Red meat
☒ Fast food; this also includes processed foods, pre-packages meals etc.
☒ Birds
☒ Fish jokes
T a l e n t s:: I can sing, any good mermaid worth her grain of salt can sing well, so this is less a talent than a hereditary thing. I'm pretty good at predicting the weather. Not as skilled as I was when I was free, but still alright. And.. I can tell really good stories.
Q u i r k s:: I have slit-like marks on my back where my fins go in my human form. I have a few minor scars around my tail from getting caught in fishing line, that stuff cuts in deep and quick. I tend to make myself look 'bigger' when I'm angry, and I get pretty moody during full moons, or King Tides; my body never really gave up that trait when I was stolen from the ocean.
I can be easily calmed with soft toys. I, quite like soft toys.
S k i l l s:: I can clearly shapeshift. I can make people drown by luring them into the water with my song. In my true form I have razor sharp teeth and claw-like nails. I can use echolocation in any form, and I can sing at such a high pitch that glass will shatter.
I also age at a much slower rate than mortals; I am a few decades into my Adult Phase. Elders are generally over five-hundred (500) years old.
I possess a few "magical" abilities too: hydrokinesis (obviously) and Mecokinesis.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I'm hard to get along with, since I'm usually rather blunt and open when I speak. Aside from that, I'm quiet, and generally won't speak unless good conversation is initiated. When I let someone inside my wall of trust, I will defend them fiercely, and I'm guessing now that I'm a slave I'll defend a worthy Master.
I can get quite violent when someone does something I don't like, and I will be greatly displeased if I am bought just to be a "show pet". I dislike the idea of being a sex slave more, but if I have the option over being bought to be on show over being bought just to pleasure someone I'd rather go on show. I haven't felt happiness in a long time, so it might take me quite a while to warm up to someone. I used to be caring, I used to be loving, but not anymore.
I miss those days...
I have no shame, I should mention that. I will walk around nude if no clothes are supplied to me and I just won't care. I feel no remorse these days either. I will tell you what I think, and I will break your expensive things if I get really mad.
H i s t o r y:: I was born in the ocean, in a kingdom I cannot name for your cannot speak Mermish: I'd just burst your eardrums. I was born of noble blood, being a direct descendant of the Mermaid Goddess herself. It was an easy life, but a boring life. Due to humans creating ships and equipment to dive under the wateres our homes became under constant threat of discovery. Those of our kind in more tropical waters used creatures called 'sea cows' to hide their existence but thankfully my kind are deep-sea dwellers; hence the extra fins. Our kind were safe for many years more than our bretheren that dwelled where the humans could reach. Their pollution began to poison most, but their shipwrecks provided great cover and new homes.
When they invented machines to delve down into the dark depths my kind live in we knew we had to adapt. The Elders began to pose as shipwreck victims to learn how to walk on land and view how the humans lived. Our parents taught us the ways of humans, and most of us over time had to leave our homes. We all were born with the ability to shift forms to avoid predators, so now we began to use it to catch attention, to pose as swimmers or divers to keep our homes safe. News brought to us from messengers spoke of other mystical beings; sirens and selkies that were being captured to be sold as prizes reached us and my family decided to stay under the sea. Why leave our homes just to get captured to be sold?
I thought differently. I viewed our changing times as just another 'adapt to survive' situation and began to go against my family's wishes to stay in the hidden kingdom. Being of noble blood, they viewed our fleeing bretheren as cowards, and kept on with the every day workings and traditions. Those daily traditions involved finding a husband for their daughter. I spent as much time away from the kingdom as possible, practising my form shifts while hunting for human clothes in shipwrecks. As decades past by I found more and more modern clothes, often I found myself paying the more degenerate mermen from my kingdom to go steal clothes from night time skinny dippers; mainly bathing suits so I could pass as a swimmer. The more disguises I acquired, the more confident I felt about leaving my family.
I got the chance during summer when a cruise ship came to an island near my deep sea home. I was messing around in a cove tourists didn't know about, I knew how to walk well by this point, and a group of males and females appeared. Watching them, I saw a lone male in the group, and found that he was very handsome. Overhearing their chatter, I learned they would be there for a while, and didn't realise that my hiding place was soon to be discovered. The lone male had seen my hair in the moonlight and gone to inspect, only to find me alone, relaxing on a rock. Startled, all I did was stare, and so did he. He introduced himself as Archibald and began to talk to me. For hours we sat alone and talked and I knew I wanted to leave my home for him. The three weeks they were on the island I grew close to Archie and vowed I'd leave my undersea life for him. He asked me to leave with him, and I said I would, arranging to meet him at the docks.
Packing up my stock of hidden clothing - I had planned to fall off the dock to cover up them being soaking wet - I was discovered by one of my cousins. He dragged me to my father and I told my family I was leaving. Furious, my parents dragged me to our King and Queen and told them I was leaving for a human; the ultimate Merfolk sin. They banished me from our home, and cast me out to live on the land. Hurt but happy I could be with my love, I met him at the docks, promptly stacking it as soon as he saw me. What I didn't realise that by casting me out, the moment I touched any ocean my secret would be revealed; such was the atrocity of loving a human. Seeing my true form, Archibald just smiled and said "I knew you were special". He met me on the beach where I changed back and we boarded the ship. I was so deeply in love with him I didn't think twice about drinking the drinks he bought for me, or the curious whispers he whispered to men in suits that he claimed were business friends. We went back to his cabin and I fell peacefully asleep.
I woke up in a cage in a place with other caged and shackled beings. Stuck in a inflatable pool barely big enough to keep me covered, I saw Archibald outside the cage, looking sad. He told me they had seen me fall into the water and he had been powerless to save me. But yet, his eyes told me they were just lies. I could see his hand slipping a cheque into his pocket while business suit men lead him away, I could see the man I had loved selling me to make a fortune off a mythical creature. My family never wanted to see me again and I was to be sold around as a prize. For years I was auctioned off to wealthy men as a 'trophy pet' to be shown at fabulous parties. The only bonus to being sold to rich men was they often sold me back to better slave shops. Now, I'm stuck in a decent sized tank in yet another slave shop to be sold off to some horrid person again, and I can never return to my ocean home. I wish I'd never left my home... I regret it every day.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
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