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Username:Oliveman
Mule SN's: Cecil Milner III
IoDM Newbie? (Y/N): Yep.
Serum: Northern Mockingbird, Or a Magpie. with Backwings.
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Hiya, I'm Cecil Milner the Third. My name's been in the family since my grandfather, and now I have it, slightly used, but the "The Third" part has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? But enough about that, let's get on with the biography.

I don't know where to start, so much to talk about, but I only have so much paper in my notebook, and I need some of it later for whoever I run into.

The beginning works. I don't remember a lot from my childhood, not any specific memories anyway. I had a fond childhood for a kid in Manhattan. I mean, my parents were well off, we have a apartment near the park and the museums, so there was always something to do. Heck, this is New York City we're talking about, there was always something to do. Like his immigrant father, my dad's a stockbroker, hence the nice apartment and all, though he was always busy. He was a smoker too, even when I was little, he always had a pack a day. He stopped eventually, but I'll get into that later. With my dad on Wall Street, I was always with my mom, my dad on weekends, either way, we usually walked around the streets doing errands and going places... I loved going to musicals especially, it was expensive, so they were rare, but stuff like Tommy and Chorus Line... Good stuff. Now that I think of it, I hardly remember doing anything at home except helping my mom with the dishes. Oh yeah, and going places with grandpa.

Elementary school was for me like everyone else, fun and exciting. I had friends, the same ones I have to this day actually. It was pretty fun. Like most of my childhood, I don't really remember specifics... Wait, there was that time where I was mad so I threw a pencil box at some kid's head because I was mad at them... And the times where I sat at the girl's table, and then eventually got all the boys to sit at the girls table... I don't remember being good at any one subject, though math I needed help with for a while.

I'm just throwing out random thoughts, aren't I? I'm just remembering some of this stuff, just bear with me.

High school was the same way, one big adventure. Got into the drama club, did a few plays. I've had one or two big parts during senior year, but other than that, I was an extra. I loved performing anyway, was thinking about it for a career, after all, when Broadway was a subway ride away, why not? With senior year getting close, I was planning on a theater major.

And then that happened.

Still haven't forgiven my dad for it.

They thought I had a bad case of bronchitis or something. I mean, come on, most people with Laryngeal cancer are five times my age. But when the symptoms didn't go away, they finally diagnosed me with it, the only cause they found logical was secondhand smoke. Must've been during my childhood, when I was in contact with my dad more.

A few moments after finding that out, I walked out of the room, went up in front of my dad, and broke his nose.

The doctors said that my case was serious, it had time to develop into stage three, which meant a total laryngectomy. Let's just say... I wasn't too keen on having my voice box removed. But it was the only way to keep the cancer from spreading. So I talked to a voice pathologist and a few social workers, they gave me a artificial voice box, you know, those things you see old smokers use? I didn't like that. I decided learn how to use it for the heck of it though, might as well. They said that after the surgery they could teach me how to talk using my Stoma without the help of the voice box. Well, I said I'd take them up on that offer, but right now I didn't feel like thinking about having a hole in the middle of my throat. The last option was to write everything down. That seemed the most normal way to go without looking like a kid who smoked since the age of two.

I decided to take a year off after graduation to get used to this new life. I have to admit, it was hard to remember that you couldn't really talk anymore. It took some getting used to. I took a job at the American Natural history museum as a sign language tour guide to keep myself busy. Besides, what job is better for a person like me than one that doesn't need you to talk? Learning sign language was a plus too, especially when you became friends with just about every deaf person in New York. I was getting used to being quiet. I also started writing, not just for communicating, but, you know, just for fun. I'm actually considering of majoring in something in writing, maybe Creative writing. I don't know yet though.

Six months into my break, my dad approached me with a option to get my voice box back. He said that he pulled a few strings for it, but he had a client in the medical industry, the head of a company called "Feral Labs" They claimed that they can regrow organs such as the Larynx naturally and painlessly. It was still experimental, but they think they could use someone like me.

Well obviously that caught my interest.

When I asked my dad what he had to do to even get them to disclose that kind of stuff, he simply said that he leaked a few "Trade Secrets" about some of the of his client's stocks. And if I'm right about dad's "Trade Secrets" let's just say that the good doctor's going to be selling off a few stocks before the month's over. I don't think it'll catch the eye of any suspicion, seeing that the company's already pretty secretive in the first place.

Hell, I didn't even hesitate to answer, I pounced on that opportunity. It was a pretty sweet deal, sure I was a test subject for some medical experiment that might not work, but hey, it was all good. I mean, I get to stay on a tropical island for the whole thing, and from the sounds of it, the lab sounded like a resort more than anything. I packed my bags.