Whoa! Intro!

[dragon-xiii.livejournal.com]

Hello,

-Bows lightly-

I do feel an introduction is in proper order. Thought this pertains not to anything we’re doing at the moment in Mad City. Still is the right thing to do, yes? Seems odd to jump right in. This place is rather large and we don’t know where to start…

I suppose an explanation of Who we are is in order. My name is Dragon.
–Tips her hat lightly-
And before you ask, No. I’m not human. Neither of us are. Or at lest anymore. To the members of The Compound we where known only as Experiments XIII & IV.

The beast that follows me in the shadows is known as Johns. Reclusive do to the fact he faired much worse then I with the genetic experiments done to us, and has little human traits left in him. But in return was given the gift of complete memory loss, unlike me.

Infact, He seems to have lost all human interaction instincts. He has grown a large distaste to be seen by anyone, and can become quite aggressive to anyone who comes near. Thought I’ve taken note he seems less animalistic toward women. Just a fair warning to anyone who may try approaching him if I where to not be around.

But then I guess being stuck with me for ten or so years could make anyone aggravated. *Chuckles*

But I ramble... It is a great honor to meet all of you. As I do hope, despite Johns anti-social behavior, we do become fast friends with everyone here.

Comments

[theboxisopen.livejournal.com]

You are not human? Then what may I ask are you?

[kidcorva.livejournal.com]

Then what are you?

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[hannin.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[dragon-xiii.livejournal.com]

If your asking exactly What we are. I cannot tell you that. I do believe The Compound was attempting to make ‘solders’. Ones who would be better suited to live in the types of terrains that they would be sent to. Stupid ideal if you ask me. The only things they managed to create where real live Monsters. Half of us died the first few weeks the mutations began. The other half went insane and either killed themselves or where put down for killing others. Only two that I know of escaped. You’re looking at both of them.

Johns looks like what I could only describe as a 6 foot tall 300 pound dog with tusks and horns.

He’s not completely quadruped. His back legs seem too long to walk on all fours comfortably. They’re just the perfect size for upright walking, yet his arms are shaped so his elbows don’t reach past his ribs even when his arms are stretched in front of him. More the proper shape for walking on all fours. He can appear a little clumsy. But do make sure not to get him angered. Despite his awkward shape he can still move like a bullet.

He has fantastic night vision, and can shove medium sized cars about like matchbox toys. I don’t know what makes him so strong. Even with all of the reading I’ve done can’t seem to find a true scientific reason for such strength per mass. He Should only be able to barley move a midsize truck, not play chicken with a fast moving semi and win even if it hits him. I have seen him ram himself headlong into obstacles and receive little or no damage. I can’t say so much for whatever he rammed himself into thought.

... And I don’t know what the horns on his head do, other than for show. Ever since meeting him I’ve been so tempted to call him ‘Horny’.

He does lack vocal cords. One of the cruel pointless experiments they performed on him I gather. As such he cannot speak. Words at lest. Being together for so long we’ve managed to make our own ‘language’ in which even I can speak. Now we can have just as fulfilling a conversation as anyone else. Thought now he nags me to change his name.. To what I don’t know. He can’t seem think of one himself.

I came up with the name ‘Johns’ because, well... To be honest with you I just needed something to call him. And at the time of naming him he couldn’t remember English or speak the language we made up yet, so off the top of my head started calling him Johns. Seemed proper... He looks a bit like a Johns..


And now you must be asking about what I look like. I would say I look more like a Kangaroo with wings. Johns came up with the name ‘Dragon’ for me after I had given him a book to read that had dragons in it. You see, one of my mutations was fire-breathing. Quite by accident really. Almost burnt poor Johns to a crisp. Needless to say I learned that I seem to produce a highly flammable gas of sorts via my stomach. Most likely Methane. Just more powerful then what a normal human body makes.

The wings however serve no function whatsoever other then sating the curiosity of the demons that worked at The Compound. They wished to see if they could attach miscellaneous body parts to their experiments and not have them rot off. Better yet, work. They can move, but I’m far too heavy for flight and the wings are even more so too small. Not the first thing they ‘attached’ to me mind you...