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Name: Elea Fairchild
Transformation percentage: 50%
Animal: Leafy Seadragon
Other: No idea if she's a plant or animal at the moment but changed a week ago.

Name: Cecil Milner III
Transformation percentage: 0%, Least he knows.
Animal: I don't think it matters at this point.
Other: He's mute... Sorta. Uses a notebook to communicate.

Why had she gone outside, in the rain of all things? Elea used to be a logical and rational person, but the key phase was ‘used to be’, ever since she came to thee island--now her permanent jail of sorts--did she find logic and reason had no place here. The rain didn’t bother her much, maybe it had to do with her hair starting to resemble odd leaves or how her once slightly pale completion had turned into a yellow--greenish one? Either way, with the tiny droplets of water dancing across her skin did it soothe her a bit.

Was she becoming a plant? Maybe, it would explain her coloring and growth of nature like appendages from her hair, some from her wrists and lower body. Thankfully she could still walk--even with a small ‘tail’ of sorts behind her. The sound of a howl caught her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. Was someone coming after her? What was coming near her? Fear creped into her mind no matter how hard she tried to push it back. Maybe this was the side-effect, being paranoid of getting hurt --something animal related?

Hugging her moist arms around her green blazer did her orbs scan the not so well lit area. “A-anyone there?” She called, feeling shameful for her voice quivering like so. She wasn’t like this, she had to regain some control. But some part of her--the one the labs injected into her--was more dominant in this sort of environment.

Damn. Damndamndamndamndamn.

Cecil lived in the city, he was used to having lights on, having some noise around him, this was a big change.

Everything was dark and the noises of the jungle didn't make things any better. People actually got killed on this island, he's heard of those attacks... The stories just made him even more paranoid. The most annoying part is that there wasn't any light whatsoever, the moon was only a mere slice of what it should be.

His surroundings were unnerving. Cecil held a artifical larnyx, he hated it, it made him sound stupid. Times like these though, asked for an exception.

Haven’t a thing to fear? You’ve got to be kidding me! She thought sarcastically, debating if she should run, stay or remain silent. The voice that answered her was more of a howl, so God only knew if the person was in a good state of mind or…heaven forbid insane. Elea had heard talks of rogue individuals and prayed she wasn’t going to meet up with one now.

“I-I don’t believe you.” She found herself saying rather meekly like she were some shy five year old. She took a step back out of fear, maybe she should go into the water? She had traveled along the beach path for a while…then again what if there was another…person that was rather hungry for some tasty Elea?

When the hell did she become so fricking afraid? She wanted to slap herself to stop the train of thought but fear kept her in place.

Ryan Michaels
Unaware
Details in quest thread, link in sig.

Ryan was lost. The guards had helped him to his Duplex earlier that day. For awhile he stayed there, trying to get used to the quiet. He had never been without his family before. Of course, once he felt like going out, it was raining like crazy, and he couldn't find his way to the cafeteria.

Now he was outside, drenched, his hat lying limply on his head. He thought he heard howling, or something like that. It kind of sounded like someone talking; he couldn't tell in the rain.

"Hello?" He didn't think there would be dogs on this island, so it had to be people, right?

Sighing he leaned aginst a tree and smiled slightlly as the rain stopped hitting him. "Riiiiiiiight..." He said to the womans response "Were all in a similar boat here, and in all honesty I dont have a reason to hurt yoooou...damnit." Deon could see the outline of the woman through the trees, allthough, she admittedlly did blend in slightlly which did make a few tinges of sadness for the woman enter his mind.

His ears flicked yet again and a sigh escaped his lips and Deon shut his eyes before leaning aginst a sturdy tree. The man then rubbed his temples and mutterd under his breath "Its too late, and its too dark for this..." He then took a few samples of the air into his new and highlly evolved cannine nose, getting a feel and location for the others around him.

Deon decided aginst of adressing them all sepertlly, and instead said to noone in paricular "I come in peace...seriouslly...and I ment your leader...and hes a b*****d...ANYWAY, Im Deon...and Im one of those folks who is magiclly going to be on all fours and playing fetch in a few months for a god damn pat on the head...and unless any of you are of boooovine decent or evolution, then you have nothing to fear...and even then I doubt you would." That BETTER cover it... he thought to himself, and in that instant he realized that the tree was shilding him from the drizzel. With a smile he quicklly shook madlly, sending water everywhere from his figure and becoming a bit more dry. "Yeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh..." He growled in pleasure as the feeling of warmth the fur provided returned to him.