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:OOC: So, I was recently asked by someone concerning background on the whole storyline [and War herself] I'm running. Here's the majority of it!

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Her life started out as normal. Or at least, about as normal as any other faewolf, a special breed of lycanthrope born of the union between an Irish Cu Sidhe and the typical werwolf.

She was born nothing more than a ball of black fuzz with big bright blue eyes and a white splotch between her eyes that looked like someone had thrown a palm-sized flour-bomb on her forehead, given a mouthful of a name if ever there was one; Fetil Erin Heinricht-Sinclair. She was no bigger than a Pomeranian in size, and that was a maybe. For what she turned into, her and her sister were quite small in the ways of faewolves.

Ah yes, her sister, Moskov Felicia (also a mouthful of a name, thanks to the wild hair their mother had for naming anything). They were identical twins, in every way, nigh inseparable. They slept curled up across the other, a tangled mashing mess of black fur and awkward limbs. They ate together, they played together. When one got in trouble, the other made certain they were cheered up accordingly. Best friends and forever loving sisters.

Fetil was the one who ended up in the most trouble. She was destructive, for a lack of a better word for it, accruing a list of grievances and damages that took up most of the length of the entry hall of the clan-pack's Victorian manor in Wolfsburg, Germany by the time she turned a year and a half. Moskov was the good pup; she chewed on something she wasn't supposed to, got in trouble for it, and never did it again. Fetil, on the other hand, merely waited until backs were turned before going at it again.

As it stood, her list comprised of at least one shoe from every pair in the house, the rugs in the upstairs hallway, several picture frames, the banister posts on the stairs, the piano and accompanying sheet music, three dining room chairs, a pipe on one of the toilets, a metal coffee carafe, four wooden spoons, two forks, an entire lower half of a door to a closet, the legs of a desk, corners of walls, multiple books, a hat, multiple coats, and naturally, she had chewed a hole in the bottom of one of the water buckets that was used to catch the rainwater at the end of the eve-gutter drains.

What she never expected was what her life was going to throw at her.

Her mother was always watching, regardless of the pup knowing it at the time. Mama Adelaide was a devious creature in her own right, and she was evaluating her pups accordingly. As it turned out, her family generations prior had been funding a semi-underground organization by title of Krieg, an organization designed to stop war at its source by using war against it. Seeing as how she herself did not have the fortunes of previous generations, she decided on a different sort of funding; donating to their cause a small life. Moskov was too good-natured to send to this organization. She would not have made a good donation and probably would have either been killed or returned. Little Fetil, on the other hand... It was her destructive nature that sealed her fate later in life.

At the age of three and a half, almost four, the twins made their first transformations into human form. They had been all of two weeks human when strange men dressed in black with a silver infinity circle embroidered on their upper right sleeves came to the manor at Wolfsburg. They spoke to Mama, who did not seem too perturbed, very cool and calm as Mama always was. Papa, standing with her, was getting more and more upset at whatever he was hearing.

Eventually, he snapped and had to be sedated for attempting attack on the intruders, and the strange men descended upon the twins. Moskov was pulled from her sister, both screaming and fighting with everything in their little human bodies. Fetil managed to lay one flat by elbowing him in the crotch, but it was not long at all that once again she was dragged off, this time without chance of escape. The last thing she remembered before the sedative was administered was the helicopter, sleek and black with the same infinity sign painted on the tail of it, and her sister, shrieking after her before she was pulled back into the manor. All after the darkness was emotions. Panic, fear, upset.... she knew these were her sister's as she knew her sister could feel hers.

Life was not as smooth, on either part. Dragging identical twins apart might as well be like cutting a person in two, and to them it most certainly was that. Normally good-natured Moskov turned into a monster on her sister's behalf in her absence, tearing the house from top to bottom and making her mother question what was wrong with her.

Fetil had been brought to a large complex of buildings set on the Loreley, the great rock of the river Rhine in Germany. There, she was shown to a series of seven men who spoke about her, looked her over, had her health checked proper, and a file with her information in it looked through. She was deemed healthy and a good candidate for their cause and tattooed on the back of neck at the base with a barcode. They told her it was for tracking purposes, that if she ever got lost, they could find her again. She didn't like it, never would like it. In fact, she screamed at them the entire time it was administered and all the way down the corridors of the building, across the grounds and into more corridors. She told them of her dislike for her lot in life in as much vocabulary as she knew then, of her hatred for branding her as such when she belonged to a pack already. She let them know she was beyond angry with them.

They told her to suck it up and live with it before practically throwing her into a large room amongst a lot more children that were about her age. They all looked scared and some were crying. Fetil found herself a corner by herself and did the same, in frustration and anger as opposed to fear. She watched the heavy-gauge metal door shut and heard the mechanics in it lock the room's many inhabitants away from the world outside. There were no windows, only a very faint light, the source unable to be discovered.

She did not know how long she had been in the room with the other children, some talking amongst themselves. All she knew was that she was cold and hungry and the original surge of adrenaline was finally dying down. It made her even more hungry. She asked one of the other children when they would be fed. The other told her he had been there for a very long time and no one had come to feed them. This worried her. She remembered being able to go up to her mother and whine in just that way and receive food.

And then her mind flew to her mother. That .... woman. That monster, she who put the pup where she was now. Fetil brooded over this, grew hateful of the b***h who birthed her, the thing that put her where she was then. Mama Adi was no longer 'Mama'. She was just 'Mutter' and would be nothing more.

Days passed, she was certain of it, with still no food or water produced. Some of the other children would collapse from starvation or dehydration. Right before it seemed their life-light was going to go out, the door would open and they would be carried away, never to be seen or heard from again. Every time the door opened, Fetil made a break for it. However, in her weakened state of hunger, she was always caught again and thrown back in. She lost count of how many times she tried, only comprehended that the crowd in the room was thinning and the room itself seemed so much bigger then.

Perhaps it was the thinning that woke it up or the fact that her hunger had grown to the point she was sure her stomach was eating itself. Either way, something turned on in her mind around her twelfth failed attempt to rush the door. A feral instinct most humans have long since lost. The need to survive, the need to hunt. The need to find food. She would not deny that at first, she considered attacking and eating one of the other weaker children to survive. However, before the thought could fully process and take effect, she caught a whiff of something else. Something clean.

Fresh air.

She picked up the trail and followed it to a wall, snuffling around until she found it. Originally, it had been hidden behind a mass of other little bodies and the scent of them threw her nose off. Now, it was uncovered, an intake for a ventilation system. Her fingers were wrapped into the vent cover and she pulled. It took her several tries to do it, but eventually she sheered the bolts holding it to the wall enough to rip the cover away from the wall. The shaft behind it was big enough to fit her and soon the small girl was shuffling through the vent shafts. She wasn't sure if she was followed, could have given less than a rat's a** of care about it even if she was.

At first, it smelled dusty. She must have sneezed a thousand times in the vents, but she was more concerned with finding food, if not at least a way out. She must have passed out in the vents, for the scent of something cooking wafting into hidden metal corridors was what started her awake. In an instant, she was up again and scurrying after the heavenly scent, eventually making it to the vent leading to the kitchen where dinner was being prepared for the rest of the Krieg community.

God only knew how she wanted to burst out into the open and gorge herself on the delicious menagerie she was staring at through the metal barrier. She almost did, though managed somehow to contain herself; if she was caught, she would be thrown back into the room again with nothing. She had to wait, had to bide her time. After what seemed like an eternity, the kitchen staff finally left with appetizers and small courses. This was her chance and she slid from hiding at it. It was almost too easy to steal things, taking off her grimy little shirt and hiding things in that before returning to the vents.

She ate a little in the vents, deciding to follow teachings of her mother, thanking the woman for more than just ******** her life up; never eat too much or too fast, you'll vomit almost immediately. The rest of the stash was taken back to the room with her, where she discovered a collection of curious children crowded around her vent. She imparted this information to them as well, sharing her catch with those remaining. Water was distributed as well. There were promises that she would return to it in due time and show the others how to properly do it as well if they wished.

So, the weeks went by in this fashion, eventually other children being the food-runners. Some were caught their first times, dragged back to the room and making a true fuss. Fetil was almost certain the owners had forgotten about the vent, for during the whole time, no one came to seal it up.

She celebrated her fourth birthday in true fashion; that was the day she and the other forty-six remaining children in the room were let out and fed to their hearts' content. They were bathed afterward, given several different sets of clothing to change into, and were brought together for their first photograph together as Krieg's War Machine Project, Generation 440151.

Fetil was always the first to start trouble from the day she was let out onward, though she learned fast that her destructive violent behaviour was not frowned on at Krieg like it was at home. Rather, she was praised for her efforts and given tips to better herself for each act. Needless to say, this confused the poor pup, especially for the day she dropped a live grenade into a toilet at the age of five and a half years, flushed it, and had every toilet in Building 3 spouting water and ... other questionable material. Granted, she was trained as all the others were how to handle weapons of all sorts before she turned six as well as balancing out general education, eventually graduating to learn fighting styles and (of course) how to kill swiftly and quietly.

Six was the start of something bad. Fetil had decided she had had enough of Krieg and tried to openly run. It confused everyone at first, though she seemed to get better and better the more she ran. The more frequently she bolted, the less likely they were to find her. She was trouble from the beginning, but just then they were realizing how much; she learned from her mistakes previous and fixed them as she went. It was becoming increasingly harder and harder to find and retrieve the little faewolf, though she always ended up being taken back anyway.

She saw her mother for the first time in three years when she turned six as well, for Adelaide had demanded to be let in to teach her little girl to sing. Though Fetil endured the teachings of her mother, she still glared. She still hated. Her hatred for her mother and her actions toward the pup were not forgotten. More likely, it festered and grew inside the younger like a bad infection. She could almost see and feel her mother shrinking back from her, like she was afraid of her child, and rightly so.

Adelaide stayed until Christmas, when Fetil was given holiday leave and therefore was allowed to go home. She went home with her mother, approached her sister. It was almost like the beginning, when they were still small, in that instant.

Some of her mother's human operatives were staying that Christmas with them. Fetil did not like them. They felt wrong to her, though her mother tried to tell her she was being silly. The elder hadn't realized that with that first step in Krieg, a different set of instincts had been awakened. Moskov seemed to feel it and tried to stay with her sister as much as possible. The one time she split from her sister's side and left her view, there was a wave of panic.

Fetil did not remember anything. She remembered feeling emotion and blacking out, only to come to with the majority of her clan-pack pulling her off a mutilated carcass of a man, the torso shredded open and her little fingers still locked in his ribcage. No one would tell her details of what happened in the time she could not recall and it frustrated her. Frustration gave way to sadness and depression as Moskov, realizing suddenly what her sister had been turned into and what she was capable of, distanced herself from her. Twins that were once inseparable were now cutting ties.

Once back to Krieg, Fetil became worse in her attempts to escape. They continued on and on and on. She could not understand where she went wrong, why she was being caught all the time. Every single attempt by that point was completely and utterly flawless. One of her teammates, a Russian girl named Evelyn, told her why; the barcode was the tracking device. The circuits were in the ink and connected that way, which was why it hurt so much to put them in. Fetil took her word for it; after all, this was a girl who controlled electronics with nothing more than her mind and thus could see the workings no one else could.

It was then she decided to try something new in her tactics. Water might disrupt the signal for the tracking mechanisms like it disrupted scent. And so she made plans to run for the River Rhine. It took a lot of work to plan it, a lot of time. It was after her seventh birthday she put it into motion.

She ran, as was usual, though headed for the Loreley herself instead of running in the opposite direction. Thinking she had gone her usual route, the hunters went that way, as was expected. She had climbed down to the base of the rock and was hiding when she heard singing. It was hypnotic, beautiful, drew her from her place at the base of the rock. She found the source of it, though didn't think twice of it; a lovely young woman soaking wet, her form covered in river weeds, sitting on the bank of the Rhine. She stepped on something wrong, the crunch of her misplaced foot on gravel next to the train tracks that run along the base of the great rock sending the strange woman into the river.

Fetil tried to follow her, but did not get a chance before she smelled a cloud of heavy sulfur and felt intense heat, right before she felt the claws that drove themselves into her back. It pulled her back to reality with a loud shriek of terror and pain, alerting Krieg's hunters to her whereabouts. While they tried to find a way down to the riverbank, the pup was in the clutches of something terrible. Arzeikayle, a demon with a vengeance streak against Krieg for what he believed was the slaughter of his family many years before, had taken hold of the runaway with the wicked claws of one hand and was proceeding to rip her back wide open in a blatant attempt on her life. She was aware of his assault on her and aware of seeing the woman in the river rise up to stop it, giving an ungodly shriek as she thrust herself upon the monster. There was a little struggle before the river itself rose with her to swallow the assailant and drag him away on the current. The injured pup saw no more after that, only darkness.

Very very vaguely, she remembers coming and going in and out of the coma of recovery, though it seemed her High Director had other plans for her; in her semi-coma, he had ordered something to be reworked in her head. It is a strange feeling, knowing someone is physically in your brain, but both being unable to make them stop and not caring if they continued or not.

This period was also when the dreams began. They were frightening at times, prophetic. Surreal landscapes and people she had never met went passed her as she lied asleep. Even to this day, she does not endulge everything she remembers seeing in dreams then. And then she saw <i>him</i> again. The first of the nightmares began, with the demon slaughtering everyone she cared about before shuffling off into the darker reaches of her mind.

She was aware of something going on in the outside world, the waking world. Voices, then a subtle buzzing noise in the back of her mind, followed by more voices. Many voices, all overlapping, all overwhelming. Something within her snapped, then retreated. It felt forever before she could finally dull the voices down and rest properly.

Here, she snapped awake almost a half a year after the attack. She was different. More reserved, more restrained. And more afraid of shadows and the like. She was also more afraid to sleep, refusing to sleep at all if she could. Evelyn, her teammate from before, played the part of a surrogate sister of sorts, coddling her when she slept and woke up in a fit. The barcode on Fetil's neck was completely destroyed due to the attack, the delicate circuitry severed and broken. Krieg had dubbed her Rank Incognito, those invisible to even their creators.

It took someone in another slightly older division insulting Evelyn that made Fetil snap back to herself. Her vicious retaliation earned her quite the reputation after that, though there was still more to add to it.

She also learned something else; the dreams of her brain being messed with weren't dreams at all. A specialized team of scientists working in Krieg's scientific development department had really rewired her mind physically under orders of Jericho Malakai, the head director. She was now known as Project Hive Brain. It wasn't that she was chosen for the project that made her snap. It was that she was an unwilling subject that did. Something in her mind let go right there. She remembers going ballistic, then ... nothing but waking up. She hasn't been the same, mentally, since.

Nine years of age heralded a new busy life, and Generation 440151 was no different than the last. Soon, some of the children would begin stages of life that were necessary to their survival. Heat, menstruation, and potency were the subjects to be learned of that year. On top of normal classes and trainings, they were to learn sex ed. Of course, they went through it smoothly, eventually having to sit in and watch as a pair of War Machines chosen by Krieg themselves bred. It was a bloody courtship and even bloodier sex, but at least the idea got through to them.

In that same year, the children of her generation were split up and sent traveling. Five years was all it took, place to place around the world. Within that time frame, they learned languages, different dialects of areas, and cultures. How better to learn to blend with the world than experience it for oneself? At a whim and a command, the children could switch their languages and know how to sit at a table in northern Russia or Siberia then change to know the proper dialect to use in Okinawa and which bow meant what. Fetil particularly liked most of the foster families she was put with, never once harming them or anyone they knew unless it was for defense. Even then, she resulted to more of her more 'human' abilities and left the massacring she had learned behind.

The year they returned to Krieg was a 'magic' year, if it could be called that. Fetil matured into puberty that year, coming upon her first heat. She hated it. She hated even more that almost immediately, she was put in that near immaculate room with another Machine of the opposite sex. She knew what Krieg wanted, looked at the one-way mirror into the viewing room she had been in five years prior. And glared.

The glare was then set to the one with her. She saw him shrink back, she made her move, proceeding to attack him with little restraint. There was blood, like Krieg expected, and lots of it. However, there was no sex. Rather, Fetil had completely debilitated the one meant to be her partner to the point that when let out of the room, her 'partner' had to be removed from the room and shot to end him. For that display, they decided to wait a while before trying again.

Once her first heat passed, she was put on the field for the first time. She was almost fifteen by that point, an honor to any other Machine of her age who came before her. Most of them saw their first time on the field at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Krieg wanted to see what their precious pet project could do when on her own, and she gave them more than what they bargained for.

She had been doing well for the first half of the job. Halfway through, however, her mind lost stability and caused her to see things that weren't there. At present, she does not remember what all it entailed. Krieg reports only stated the aftermath; in the end, she had leveled three-quarters of the intended target ... and half of her escorting senior officers. Needless to say, the remaining soldiers of the target army took advantage of the batshit faewolf, knocked her out, and took her captive.

She came to strung up with barbed wire in a small dark room. It took all of a half hour to be conscious in the dark before she felt like the world was closing in on her and once again, her mental process fell unstable and she lost it. She was unaware and unfeeling to the ripping and tearing of the barbs on the wire around her wrists and ankles, eventually wriggling her way free. The guard who was supposed to be watching her came to check on the noises she was making in her escape and found himself on the receiving end of a rogue strain of the wire used as a restraint.

She dragged herself through the place of her captivity, doing her damnedest to take out those who dared oppose her with her newly found length of barbed wire until she made it to the outside. To her surprise, Krieg had sent people to negotiate and retrieve her. Feeling somewhat safe in the hands of someone she knew, she finally ended her assault and returned to the complex on the Loreley. Most of that memory is really a blur, a mash of moving shrieking blobs and screaming metal. Even when in safe hands, Krieg officials could not make her part with her new weapon of choice, the barbed wire used to contain her originally, and they left it with her. Thus, Ivan was born.

She was welcomed back to her creators in the most horrendous of ways; a new barcode 'for her safety in the future' was added to her upper left arm. Krieg was readying to change her rank to 'Tank' when she was sent out on the next mission. Purposely, she broke the barcode through, severing the circuits and once again rendering their attempt at tracking her useless. It was then that she grew paranoid of the organization and in an attempt to keep them from tattooing her again, she started to scar herself in every contract she was in. Her excuse was that they were 'war medals'. After all, no one wants to try and implant a tattoo on skin that is ever-changing, always new...

At the age of eighteen, she graduated to a true War Machine, going through the initiation of being programmed to the voice of the director with the hardest voice to replicate, a deep scratchy voice from an unknown accident in the past that rendered half his vocal cords gone. A voice that was incredibly hard to replicate. A new function was also brought into play with her graduation; the modifications made to her brain were activated right then, all other War Machines reacting to it as one. She went into trance, they followed. It wasn't long to discover those voices she had heard before in the undertone of her mind were her fellow Machines, all speaking through a complex brainwave system they simply called 'the network', that Krieg's higher-ups called 'the hive'. She was the center point of it, the Hive Brain itself; whatever she thought in terms of strategy, the entirity of the army would follow.

At nineteen, she gained Enyo caliber, leveling a total of three full armies and their resources in less than two weeks using her newfound hive control and of course herself. Named after the Greek goddess of bloodshed and violence, it was a caliber that best fit Krieg's pet monstrosity. Her division thrived under her, becoming one of the best under the Krieg name to date and being aptly named 'Blut Royale'.

Krieg tried again and again from that point to breed her, only to be met with the same result as before; she refused to be bred, instead mutilating her chosen mates to the point that they could never heal back to the way they were and be functional. In all truth, they were dragged out of the breeding rooms and shot to end their pain and misery. She has not chosen a mate and probably never will, Krieg thoroughly filling her on hatred for the opposite sex in an intimate manner.

Upon graduating in full, Fetil gained her freedom, able to leave the complex at any time so long as she came when called like the dog she was. She went home first and learned rather suddenly that she had a little brother, born during her time on the Loreley. Much to her surprise, he didn't hate her, the twelve-year-old pup taking rather well to his older sister. Her father welcomed her back, something she wasn't entirely surprised about. Moskov stayed distanced, having taken military training and becoming her mother's pet Nazi.

Adelaide, on the other hand.

She was afraid of her daughter, moreso when the glare was given and very curt respects followed. Never more than a few words were shared with Mutter and it seemed the older wolf was beginning to understand and regret her mistake of turning one of her own children into a massacre artist willingly.

Fetil stayed in Wolfsburg, purchasing estates in many parts of the world, almost always secluded. While she did this, she also grew closer to and learned more about her little brother. He had heard stories of her and seemed in awe that she was truly as vicious as the stories were made out to be. He told her he wanted to be like her and had started collecting modern firearms. It wasn't long before she took him out to teach him to shoot, correcting him accordingly and teaching him the tricks of the trade, so to speak. Thus, they became closer, Fetil starting to take odd jobs outside of Krieg at that point as well. For the minor ones, Dietrich was allowed to come along and together, the siblings made an interesting pair, even if Di was a bit clumsy.

She does not stay in Wolfsburg much anymore, only stopping by to see her brother and father since the old Victorian is no more than a source of pain to her. Rather, she can be found just about everywhere the world over. It was this preference to stay off the rock she hailed from that saved her in the end.

All she remembers is a searing backlash of energy across the network, the world swirling and bobbing as though on choppy seas. When the feeling passed, those still in the network went into a small uproar; those not on the Loreley had survived the attack. Over eight hundred War Machines were lost in the attack, a precise strike from above taking down the Loreley. Only a small handful of the original army still remains, plus two of the directorate from before.

Together, they're trying to make ends meet and make the Loreley liveable again. Since then, she's taken on the name of 'War', something that the rest of the world seems to follow as well; after all, war always DID need a face for people to hate, yes?