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Name: Reese

Name Meaning: Running (ironic, yes? I don't know, the name came to me when I first saw him)

Genetics: Pacific seahorse (Hippocampus ingens)

Age: Pre-een (11 yrs old)

Birthday: Feb. 14th (Aquarius)

Hair: Long, crimped, dark green (forest green? what color would you call it?)

Eyes: Pale purple

Height (length?): Undetermined; closer to 5' from head to tail

Physique: Swimmer's build; strong upper body with a slightly toned core

Unique Physical Attributes:

- Tail: Almost prehensile, and definitely has a mind of its own, although it is very in-tune with Reese's emotions.

- Damaged Nervous System: Due to a undetected flaw in the DCorp experiment's DNA, more than most of the young children suffered a horrible virus. Sadly for Reese, by the time he was given the vaccine his nervous system had been damaged beyond repair. His sense of touch is compromised, not allowing him to notice most changes in temperature and just generally leaving the world feeling "fuzzy".

Sexuality: Straight

Significant Other: TBA

Offspring: None

Likes
- Swimming: His true element, Reese feels most at home in the water. At any point, he can be found in the swimming pool in Edge's basement, practicing laps and using his tail (and now swimming with Merlin).
- Legos: Ever since he was little, Reese's liked building things with Legos. Now that he's a bit older, he's actually taken to making the sets as they're supposed to look versus just doing whatever. He has a small collection of sets (mostly pirates and knights) up in his room.
- Dragons: Partly because of DCorp, partly because they're just plain awesome, Reese has always been fascinated by dragons. He's trying to get one book on every type that's kept at DCorp, but some of the newer species have been hard to dig up information on.

Dislikes
- Lying/Liars: For whatever reason - even before he found out about Edge - Reese hasn't been able to stand being lied too. It hurts him down to the core, and once the truth comes out he's not quick to forgive.
- Needles: We can thank Nibal for the start of this, and blame the phobia of them on DCorp. A small run in with the frog-boy when they were young made Reese distrustful of sharp objects, and after the virus incident he's just plain terrified.
- His nerve damage: While at first he was painfully aware of his nerve damage, with time Reese is getting adjusted to his lack of feeling. However, that doesn't mean he's happy about it and when he is reminded of it, he gets very disgruntled.

Personality: Reese has two distinct attitudes, depending on who he's around. With "family" - meaning Edge and Wilbur - he's sour, distant, and out-right rude. He's still very hurt by his guardians for their lies, and attempts to upset them at every chance. With friends, he becomes very outgoing, personable, and a little more than mischievous. However, the darkness of his home life is starting to seep out and while he tries his hardest to keep up the happy facade, somewhere along the line the dam's gonna break.

Name: Edge
Relation: Father/Guardian
Genetics: Human
Age: Adult (32 years old)
Birthday: Unknown
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6'4"
Personality: Generous and caring, you wouldn't think Edge would be an assassin for hire. That is his job, however, and he's paid dearly for getting into the business. He's lost a family because of it, and saw Reese as a fresh start. However, once again he's let the job get in the way and now he's torn between being a good dad and trying to make up for lying to his adopted son.








Name: Wilbur
Relation: Butler/Guardian
Genetics: Human
Age: Adult (39 years old)
Birthday: Unknown
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Personality: The Alfred to Edge's Batman, Wilbur is the endlessly dedicated employee. He's a skilled cook, tailor, and mechanic, and he knows enough about gardening to not kill most plants. Edge doesn't really need his own body guard, but he's taught Wilbur enough to be able to hold his own should the need arise. He's also been deeply affected by Reese's anger, but his patience with the attitude is starting to wear thin.

RECONSTRUCTION

RECONSTRUCTION

RECONSTRUCTION

"Sir? There's a phone call for you. Sounds...important."

The man behind the laptop paused and glanced up from the screen, somewhat confused by the message. An important phone call? But he hadn't been expecting anyone to be contacting him with business.

"Thank you, Wilbur," Edge responded slowly, reaching for the sleek black phone on his desk. A button flashed red, signaling the call that waited on the other line.

"Of course, Sir," the butler bowed, and exited...a click of the door echoing before Edge finally picked up the receiver.


"Edge speaking." His tone was even and business like, but there was a dark, scratchiness in his voice from one too many of these conversations. Here we go again.

"Mr. Edge? Good, good. I've been looking forward to speaking with you." Edge listened to the world behind the voice, trying to pick up any background sound. Nothing; there was barely any audio from the breath against the mouthpiece.

"What can I do for you today?" He'd grown tired of the s**t chat many years ago. Just ask about the job and get it over with...made things just that much easier.

"No no no...it's what can I do for you, Mr. Edge?" The voice laughed. It was young, and probably male. "I always wanted to say that!"

Edge sighed. The man had made a few acquaintances in his life...jokers who found it amazingly entertaining to call him at all hours with these fake offers. He'd thought he'd talked with them all, made sure they understood he wasn't laughing about this kind of crap. And he wasn't about to stand for any more of it.

"Oh, uh uh Mr. Edge. I wouldn't hang up on me if I were you." The laughter and youth was gone from the man's voice on the other end of the conversation. Edge's hand stopped halfway between his face and the cradle for the phone, disbelieving of what he'd just heard.

How the hell were they able to be watching him?

"Ok...so you've got my attention again. Why are you calling me?"

He could almost hear the smile curling over the unknown face. "I am a representative for a company, Mr. Edge. A very powerful company, with many, many connections. And we know what you're trying to do, Edge. We understand you're looking to...retire. And we think we can help you achieve that goal, because you know as well as we do that you will never do it alone."

Somewhere in the back of his head, Edge winced. It was true. All of it, and that hit a little too close to home.

"Keep talking," Edge urged, not liking the game this punk was playing. "I'm not agreeing to anything unless I know what it is I'm getting myself into."

"We need care takers for some very special children. You, Mr. Edge, have been selected as a guardian to take care of one of those children."

Edge had heard of this. People all across Gaia, more than most were professionals like himself, who had been blackmailed and conned into taking these laboratory rejects.

"When the child reaches adulthood, it is no longer your responsibility and you will be a free man, Edge. No more jobs, no more missions. You can go back to those you want to be with."

"What do you mean...” Edge started, but the dark chuckle from the void beyond the phone line stopped his thought.

"You’re saying you don't want to go back to your wife?" Edge's heart skipped a beat. "Or your daughter?"

"What do you know about them?" His blood raced, and Edge could feel his heart pounding to keep up with it. That was a lifetime ago, how did these people know? All those records were supposed to be locked away in a safe. For the first time in a very long time, Edge felt actual fear crawling around inside his head.

Somewhere on the computer screen, a little icon of an envelope flashed. Mail call...from DCorp?

"I told you, I work for a powerful company. We know more about you than you'd think, ......"

And then Edge's heart stopped. The slime bucket had mentioned a single name. A name that was not one Edge should have been hearing from a stranger's mouth. It was a name he thought he’d never hear again. It had been his name, his given name; an identity long dead and buried.

"Yeah, I thought so. That E-mail contains all the info you need to know, including the address. You have three days before the child will be ready for pick up. It was good talking with you, Mr. Edge...welcome to DCorp.”