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Some people say the face of the world will change quickly and drastically at some time or another. There are countless movies and television shows about it what the future will be like. It’s…not really like that. Change comes slowly because people can’t handle it any other way. And after a war that lasts for fifty years, all other progress virtually stops in order to end the fighting.
And sometimes there are methods employed that are…less than humane.
Like when people stopped volunteering to join the military. And began evading the draft the government imposed. Canada’s population exploded.
A law was passed shortly after the draft saying any male, United States citizen who attempted to escape the draft by leaving the country would be arrested and put in jail for up to an including three years. Often they were released within six months, a year at most, with their passports suspended and restrictions placed on their movement within the country.
The men released, every one of them, were inexplicably more violent, more aggressive, and inevitably would do something to get arrested again.
A little over two years after the draft was instituted another law was passed forcing prisoners to become soldiers. It was their service to their country, their penance, and once they came back they would be allowed to rejoin society with their records expunged and with new identities.
Several men didn’t come back and the most who did couldn’t handle reintegration into society. They ended up, every single man, in hospitals and mental institutions for the rest of their natural lives.
Their “natural lives” usually ended under a year after they came back.
It wasn’t until three years later, once the accursed war was finally coming to an end, that a tabloid interviewed somebody who worked with the inmates-turned-soldier. The front pages of every tabloid the net day was screaming about government experiments on inmates involving behavior modification. Like most sensationist stories in tabloids, the claims were ignored.
At least, until the story made it to the front page of the New York Times. And the Detroit Free Press. And the Chicago Tribune. Then people began to sit up and pay attention as doctors began to come forward and explain what they had been paid to do.
The men who were arrested for draft dodging, and some inmates who were incarcerated for lighter crimes, had undergone therapy and surgery to change their nature. To make them more aggressive and more obedient. They were supposed to obey orders and work ‘til they were dead or their objective was accomplished.
Unfortunately, most people couldn’t take the drastic changes imposed on their personalities and their brains burned out within a couple of years. And the ones who did manage to keep from completely shutting down and dying, well…they weren’t quite right. And the behavior modification was irreversible. And effort was made to help the men, and some of them were able to function in society for a time, but inevitable they ended up either dead like the others or back in the hospital.
But, of course, nothing is one hundred percent. There are always anomalies…

GaiaUser- Sayorita
Character Name- Christian (Chris) Marcus
Appearance- Chris
Age- 23
Sex- male
Brief History- Chris was in jail for two months before he was shipped out, just before the war ended. He doesn’t remember much before he woke in a hospital bed, there are whole years of his life that are completely gone. He escaped from the hospital a couple of weeks after he woke up and has no intention of going back.
Other Information- Chris could be viewed as mentally unbalanced, but weather he is or not remains to be seen.
Abilities (if any)- None so far
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Character Name- Kia Anderson
Appearance- Kia
Age-21
Sex-Female
Brief History- Kia had been running a small bakery around the time in which her recent exboyfriend had been drafted. A couple days after he dissapeared leaving no word in to where he was headed, it wasn't long before Kia discovered he had gone to jail. Months later he was soon forced into the military, and then after into a hospital. Kia was horrified learning what the government had done to the men in the prisons and she has still been unable to accept what they have done. She does what she can to reach out to other people effected by this choice.
Other information- Kia lost family to the war and is doubting her hope for the country.
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GaiaUser- -some_dude_on_computer-
Character Name- Hector Evans
Appearance- Hector
Age- 22
Sex- Male
Brief History- Hector sort of grew up normally, able to escape the draft by hiding at her friend's house. Her friend was Kia Anderson, who she had known for most of his life. They were close friends until he was found and drafted into the military. After three months, he ran away from his battalion, and got into a smuggler's boat headed to America. There was an inspection of the ship and Hector was found, who had gone crazy. He was sent to the hospital for surgery to change how he looked, and a special sort of therapy to change how and what he thought. There is still some original information that could be triggered. He was still crazy and ended up in an asylum. But after trying to hang himself, they had no choice but to release him into society. They thought that he would want to join the army willingly because he didn't know anything from the past... or did he?
Other information- Close friends with Kia Anderson, has feelings for her.
Abilities (if any)- Mild telekinesis when feeling strong emotions.

Chris sat huddled in the corner of the bus depot, invisible to most. He looked like any other hobo trying to escape the inclement to the casual observer, should they notice him at all. It would take someone more attuned to details to notice the way he watched his surroundings and kept his back to the wall, never letting people get behind him. He didn't have quite the same look of a typical homeless person either- his hair, while longer and a little shaggy, was still clean and his clothing was cleaner and void of holes. He wore no coat, which was odd considering the snow outside, but the chill draft didn't appear to affect him. Nobody cared when the young man stood up and walked over to one of the buses as the people began getting on and slipped in with the last stragglers when the river wasn't looking. He walked to the back of the bus, to the seat next to the toilet that was still unoccupied and just big enough for two people, if they really liked each other, and sat with his back to the window and his knees up to his chin, completely aware of the people moving around him. This was his one chance. Don't look... he pleaded mentally, though to who he didn't know.

((Sorry for the longness! Have fun everybody!))

Any attention that Chris was afraid he might have drawn to himself was taken by the girl who nearly missed the bus. Strangely, he felt a degree calmer knowing she would be the object of attention. When she sat down he was still watching her and for a heart beat her eyes met his when she looked around. Chris dropped his gaze for a moment, looking back up when he was sure she wasn't looking anymore. He studied her for a second more, wondering why she seemed so familiar, before his gaze shifted and he was staring at the wall in front of him. It wasn't more than ten minuets before he was asleep, his body relaxed and leaning against the window.

Chris jerked awake when the driver slammed on his brakes and he nearly fell off his seat and onto the ground. He shifted so he could look out the window, not really paying attention to the rest of the people on the bus. He planned on getting off once they reached the other part of the city anyways. His focus was brought to the front when he heard the child's exclamation, and he looked the woman over again. I know her, I know I do, he thought. He glanced out the window again, then made up his mind and got to his feet. "I'm getting off too," he called tot he driver as he began to shut the doors, making his way to the front and slipping off to follow the woman. The press of people in the city made him edgy, but it was worth it if he really did know the woman. At lease he wold know something then.

((no worries on longness, gives me more to work with. If the fact that my character's kinda latched onto yours bugs you, give me a shout!))

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"I think you dropped this," Chris said, holding out the key he had picked up from the sidewalk. He didn't look at her face on, instead keeping his gaze shifted to the side a little, watching the people going by them out of the corner of his eye. Don't want to be here...

Chris nodded and followed the woman into her bakery, which smelled completely amazing. "What's your name?" he asked quietly, watching the woman as she moved around, getting things ready. He sat cross legged on the floor under the window.

"My name is Chris," he said, leaning over to see Kia handing a man a basket of bread. "Who was that?" he asked. "Your boyfriend?"