TetsuyaStorm
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As always in life, there are secrets. No matter what, there is always something someone isn't telling you, maybe my choice or maybe they just didn't think of it, but there's always something. This is one of those cases. The year is 2853, the world is almost ruined from war, people rose up against their government, fed up with their lies. For the most part, cities are heavily damaged, some almost destroyed, the main cities, where the fighting broke out seemed to have the worst of it, entire sky scrapers now lay in ruin on the ground, any building higher than a few stories was either destroyed or had large chunks missing. Society had decayed to a point where rules were what people made them, in one settlement, murder could be in public and people wouldn't care, in others you'd be shot down in an instant. The world was what people made of it, food was gained for the most part in trading, scrap metal and the like. Some grew vegetables and raised what animals they could, there were few farms most, if possible, tended their own gardens or hunted.
Things were not all normal with the races that survived, when society begun to fall, each "important" person was taken to share knowledge and help preserve society. Experiments were carried out, with the promise of safety and shelter, people that had no choice but to leave the ruined cities, towns and villages for what they were told would be a better life. It'd been many years but the general morals had been passed down from one person to the next and those people of course were lied too. They were taken, infected with viruses to test human immune systems, injected with synthesised dna to create "better" and "stronger" individuals. Facilities built underground housed the horrors of the remaining government were unleashed, they often made attempts to breed new species, crossing them and releasing them to see how they did. Everyone they found to be necessary was concealed in areas beneath the concrete or even on large ships in the ocean, they didn't care what happened to the lessers. Now, there were roaming beasts, what people called monsters, sub humans, mentally unstable souls wondering with murder in their hearts. They were trying to either kickstart civilisation or destroy it and start new, using their creations for food, their skins and other useful resources. in the beginning they released a great deal, then, put out hunting groups to destroy them, starting with small animals such as dear, or at least things that looked like dear. But then, some mutated, things went sour but still, they hunted. They made clothing, food and more experiments with what they had done, using countries as massive labs without remorse.
Amongst one of these facilities, hidden underneath the river thames, trapped in a small pure white room, sat Tetsuya. He was 19 and had been there his entire life, born there to now dead parents, who were released after fullfilling their purpose. He had black hair down to his shoulders, messy and had deep purple eyes, fairly dark. He had brown trousers and no shirt or shoes, sat on his bed. There wasn't much within the room, it was more of a prison cell, a temporay stop before the next "test" He'd been born to be a new breed of human, everything quicker, reflexes, healing and just general speed. He'd also trained himself whenever possible, strengthened himself to tone his body and become deadly with the hope of getting out of there. As he sat, watching the metal door, there came a familiar click as it opened, he had no idea who was on the other side but it was most likely another check up, though the nurse wasn't the worst person, he still didn't like it, he didn't like the white halls there, or the continuing theme of white in the actual room.
Things were not all normal with the races that survived, when society begun to fall, each "important" person was taken to share knowledge and help preserve society. Experiments were carried out, with the promise of safety and shelter, people that had no choice but to leave the ruined cities, towns and villages for what they were told would be a better life. It'd been many years but the general morals had been passed down from one person to the next and those people of course were lied too. They were taken, infected with viruses to test human immune systems, injected with synthesised dna to create "better" and "stronger" individuals. Facilities built underground housed the horrors of the remaining government were unleashed, they often made attempts to breed new species, crossing them and releasing them to see how they did. Everyone they found to be necessary was concealed in areas beneath the concrete or even on large ships in the ocean, they didn't care what happened to the lessers. Now, there were roaming beasts, what people called monsters, sub humans, mentally unstable souls wondering with murder in their hearts. They were trying to either kickstart civilisation or destroy it and start new, using their creations for food, their skins and other useful resources. in the beginning they released a great deal, then, put out hunting groups to destroy them, starting with small animals such as dear, or at least things that looked like dear. But then, some mutated, things went sour but still, they hunted. They made clothing, food and more experiments with what they had done, using countries as massive labs without remorse.
Amongst one of these facilities, hidden underneath the river thames, trapped in a small pure white room, sat Tetsuya. He was 19 and had been there his entire life, born there to now dead parents, who were released after fullfilling their purpose. He had black hair down to his shoulders, messy and had deep purple eyes, fairly dark. He had brown trousers and no shirt or shoes, sat on his bed. There wasn't much within the room, it was more of a prison cell, a temporay stop before the next "test" He'd been born to be a new breed of human, everything quicker, reflexes, healing and just general speed. He'd also trained himself whenever possible, strengthened himself to tone his body and become deadly with the hope of getting out of there. As he sat, watching the metal door, there came a familiar click as it opened, he had no idea who was on the other side but it was most likely another check up, though the nurse wasn't the worst person, he still didn't like it, he didn't like the white halls there, or the continuing theme of white in the actual room.