Post by MacGuffin on Mar 28, 2007 12:49:19 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: MacGuffin 00913-T-48 GAMMA
Nicknames: Pteropus Vampyrus, Twitch, Batty, Tweak, Mac, Macky, 00913-T-48 GAMMA, Gamma
Codename: None
Age: Actually 10 in human years. MacGuffin appears 27 due to his quicker aging while in his original form.
DoB: March 3
Origins: Zoology Lab 18
Orientation: People are gross!
Blood Type: Unusable.
Hair: Very thick and black.
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 169 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: He has a dirty human bag body! Long tongue. He has very stretchy cheeks, and can shove two whole apples in his mouth at once. Mac’s naturally active at night, becoming very temperamental if he’s woken up during the day. His wings and bat feet are a given affect. MacGuffin has a musky, though not terrible, smell.
Personality: Twitchy. Spastic. Mildly delusional. Paranoid. Easily manipulated. MacGuffin does not like being “human” in the least. If he weren’t still able to fly, he would have probably discovered the human art of suicide. The only good thing to him about his new body is that he can eat more food than before. Mac doesn’t trust people too much, and is more than able to rant about their metals and evils of all sorts. He’ll go off on experiment and chemical-induced tangents, winding himself just by talking and talking and talking. Mac isn’t a mature person, mentally or emotionally, and can be very child-like. He doesn’t have the best vocabulary, and can barely read. Writing is almost impossible for him.
Concepts like human love and hatred are odd to him, as he is running on confusion and animal instincts. What's this do? What was that? He isn’t used to many emotions, only able to recognize being sad, angry, and puzzled thus far. The only time he's really happy is when he's out flying at night.
Appearance: MacGuffin looks like any other person, save for the nervous twitch in his left eye and neck. His toes are elongated with three-inch long hook-like claws, making him wear larger than average shoes. He can grip onto a bar or a branch or something of the like with his feet and hang upside down for hours on end. He can also hold things in his feet. Like Malayn furit bats, he can use his fore "finger" on his wings to hang onto trees and such. He’s fairly muscular, but nothing spectacular. He walks awkwardly, his legs wobbly and his posture slouched. The earrings he wears are broken tracking devices that have been welded together so he can’t remove them. Mac has a black tattoo on his lower back that reads "00913-T-48 GAMMA" in one-inch high lettering.
Clothing Style: Eww. Extra human skin. So icky and extra and they just want you to wear them cause if you don’t then you don’t get treaties and treaties are good. Mac only wears clothes because he was told bad things would happen to him if he went outside without them on. He just wears whatever he finds.
::Battle Uniform:: N/A
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
Relations: Bunch of bats, and, technically, the man whose DNA was used to mutate him.
Weaknesses: He loves food, and lots of it. Give him a bunch of fruit, and he’s not going anywhere for a while. He can’t swim. Mac isn’t a very good fighter, and hasn’t ever really had to be. His motor skills are still a bit weak.
There are a few mental triggers that were imbedded deep within MacGuffin’s psyche. Whenever he hears or sees things related to these triggers, he will act accordingly, almost robotically, as he was taught within the laboratory. For example, if someone tells him “good job”, Mac will immediately open his mouth wide and stick his tongue out, waiting eagerly for a fruit treat. Like so,
If a treat is not on hand, he can get quite pesky…unless, of course, you know what to say to make him stop.
Powers: Can turn his arms into bat wings with a 12’ span. The skin attaches down along his sides to his hips. He can fly up to 90 mph. It is possible he has further mutations developing, after all the scientists injected him with quite a variety of chemicals, many of them latent.
Affiliation: Affi-wha? He's currently residing at the X-Men Mansion.
Skills: Flying, eating, screaming, ranting
Interests: Fruit, flying, trees, sleeping, eating, fruit, eating fruit
Bio/History:
Malayan Flying Fox (pteropus vampyrus)is the largest species of bats in the world. It eats fruit, seeds, and nectar, enjoying sweeter tastes, much like humans. At 18-24 months they are sexually mature. They have an average lifespan of 24 years. Until a few years ago, they were not thought to possess much in common with humans.
MacGuffin was separated from his mother one month after he was born. Not too far though, considering her cage was only in the next room. After being nurtured fully, test started being run on him. Big pointy things put in his tummy. Sparky things hurting his tongue and eyes. But fruit. Fruit good. Watery things being pushed into his blood, nasty powder tablets put in his mouth. The scientist implanted a series of chips in MacGuffin’s skull as he grew to full maturity, electrical impulses coursing through him for minutes at a time.
After three years of continuous study, the REAL therapy began. Mutated genes were injected into macGuffin, DNA from “Dr.” Jefferson mixed in with the X-Gene. More therapy was performed, mutating the gene, breaking bones so growth was possible. After a full year of round the clock work, MacGuffin began to transform. It was a long and grueling process, taking two straight weeks for his final patch of fur to fall out. His feet remained bat-like, but the scientists weren’t going for perfection. At the time of the transformation, he was four years old, the equivalent of roughly nineteen in bat years. He appeared to be a nineteen year old boy, and a quite confused one at that. From then on, he would physically age as a human, though he was naturally much younger than he appeared to be.
For the next three months, Mac would go days without sleep, screaming, flailing around in his containment area, trying to fly. Trying to escape. His food was slipped in through a small slot in the door, only unnatural light available. The day he finally calmed down, Dr. Jefferson walked into his containment are with a bowl of fruit. MacGuffin huddled down in a corner, looking at the doctor, screaming. Jefferson stood there, not moving, holding the bowl of fruit so that Mac could see what was in it. He stood there for an hour, having a stare-down with the former bat. Neither budged the entire time. Jefferson left the room with the bowl, leaving Mac hungry. They stopped sliding food under the door, Jefferson going in once a day, holding the fruit bowl. After a week of that routine, and extreme hunger, MacGuffin crawled towards Jefferson slowly, his raggedy clothing dragging over the ground. He stopped a foot in front of the doctor, crouched down and looking upwards. Jefferson remained still, looking into Mac’s eyes. Finally, the boy reached up and snatched a piece of fruit. Progress.
Eventually MacGuffin was taken out of the small cell, and his training began. MacGuffin was still timid around others. They started slowly, working with standing. He didn’t manage to balance himself upright until he was five, appearing 21, but the scientists were patient. Then came walking. Mac having to hold hands as he stumbled along. Things went on from there, and when he was six, though not perfect, he was able to walk. Shortly afterward, numerous escape attempts were made, all leading to painful punishment.
All the while he was being taught how to speak, usually only able to choke out mangled words. A woman would work with him everyday for three hours, which was not the easiest of tasks.
“MacGuffin, we’re going to start simple. The vowels, okay?”
MacGuffin fidgeted in his seat, quite the hyper subject. But that’s what the straps holding him to the chair were for.
“MacGuffin, open your mouth wide, and say, Awh. Awh as in ‘caught.’”
MacGuffin shrieked a bit, finally opening his mouth very wide. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
That’s how the first several sessions went. But with great patience on the part of the staff, and a healthy dose of electricity, MacGuffin knew the alphabet, vowels, and how to count to ten by the time he was seven (appearing 24).
Toilet training....well, that wasn't enjoyable for anyone, but Mac finally was able to use the bathroom on his own.
As he was being taught how to read, the chips in his skull were sending cues into his mind. Commands he would recognize when spoken or acted out that he would follow unquestioningly. About this time, the scientists also jumped up his X-gene dosage, mutating his further. It got to a point where, very painfully, he one day sprouted his wings. His learning sessions ceased, and he was confined into a lab room once more. The experimenting began again, more painful than before. They injected him with all sorts of chemicals, seeing what it took for him to grow and re-absorb his wings.
MacGuffin grew wild once more, but with help of his mental triggers he was much easier to control. They put him in a wind tunnel to test his flying abilities, amazed at his speed.
He was sick of being there, and, with his limited vocabulary, he was able to tell this to his speech therapist when he was 8. She was a soft heart truly, and helped him escape one night. She warned him about keeping his wings in and helped him with clothing, driving him out and letting him into the city. After his escape, the woman was not heard of again.
Lab security dispersed all over the Nevada terrain, searching for him day and night. It took a week, but they finally discovered him ranting madly in a strip mall.
“MacGuffin…..calm down…we’re going to take you home....” One of the guards began to approach.
“No! No back! Live out!” He screamed at them and snarled, picking up a bottle feebly and throwing it at them.
The guard reached into his pocket, pulling out a mango. He held it out. MacGuffin froze, his eyes widening.
“You held the bottle right. Nice throw!...Good boy.”
Mac froze, assuming the cue’s right position.
The guard placed the mango in MacGuffin’s mouth. The mutant began to eat eagerly.
“Now!” Three other guards jumped him, drugged him, and returned him to the lab.
Experiments got worse, and training got more militant. He became as obeying as a mind-washed soldier. Though he was not trained to attack, his technology would allow him to do so.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out. Jefferson knew he was getting restless, seemingly more skittish. It wouldn’t be long till he was able to fly off. To be on the safe side, two homing devices were put on his earlobes, welded together so they could not be removed. Jefferson made a good move in doing so. Just after he turned ten, MacGuffin escaped, flying as far as he could without stopping. No attempts were made to stop him, as he could easily be tracked down.
However, after eight straight hours of flying, Mac flew into a tree, falling to the ground. He wasn’t bleeding, but his brain felt like it was being fried. Indeed, it actually was. The impact damaged the chips, sending electricity coursing through his skull. His tracking devices were damaged in the fall as well, shorting out with a quick blinking light. His eye twitched, and he stood up, shaking himself. He had to get going again. THEY might get him.
Full Name: MacGuffin 00913-T-48 GAMMA
Nicknames: Pteropus Vampyrus, Twitch, Batty, Tweak, Mac, Macky, 00913-T-48 GAMMA, Gamma
Codename: None
Age: Actually 10 in human years. MacGuffin appears 27 due to his quicker aging while in his original form.
DoB: March 3
Origins: Zoology Lab 18
Orientation: People are gross!
Blood Type: Unusable.
Hair: Very thick and black.
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 169 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: He has a dirty human bag body! Long tongue. He has very stretchy cheeks, and can shove two whole apples in his mouth at once. Mac’s naturally active at night, becoming very temperamental if he’s woken up during the day. His wings and bat feet are a given affect. MacGuffin has a musky, though not terrible, smell.
Personality: Twitchy. Spastic. Mildly delusional. Paranoid. Easily manipulated. MacGuffin does not like being “human” in the least. If he weren’t still able to fly, he would have probably discovered the human art of suicide. The only good thing to him about his new body is that he can eat more food than before. Mac doesn’t trust people too much, and is more than able to rant about their metals and evils of all sorts. He’ll go off on experiment and chemical-induced tangents, winding himself just by talking and talking and talking. Mac isn’t a mature person, mentally or emotionally, and can be very child-like. He doesn’t have the best vocabulary, and can barely read. Writing is almost impossible for him.
Concepts like human love and hatred are odd to him, as he is running on confusion and animal instincts. What's this do? What was that? He isn’t used to many emotions, only able to recognize being sad, angry, and puzzled thus far. The only time he's really happy is when he's out flying at night.
Appearance: MacGuffin looks like any other person, save for the nervous twitch in his left eye and neck. His toes are elongated with three-inch long hook-like claws, making him wear larger than average shoes. He can grip onto a bar or a branch or something of the like with his feet and hang upside down for hours on end. He can also hold things in his feet. Like Malayn furit bats, he can use his fore "finger" on his wings to hang onto trees and such. He’s fairly muscular, but nothing spectacular. He walks awkwardly, his legs wobbly and his posture slouched. The earrings he wears are broken tracking devices that have been welded together so he can’t remove them. Mac has a black tattoo on his lower back that reads "00913-T-48 GAMMA" in one-inch high lettering.
Clothing Style: Eww. Extra human skin. So icky and extra and they just want you to wear them cause if you don’t then you don’t get treaties and treaties are good. Mac only wears clothes because he was told bad things would happen to him if he went outside without them on. He just wears whatever he finds.
::Battle Uniform:: N/A
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
Relations: Bunch of bats, and, technically, the man whose DNA was used to mutate him.
Weaknesses: He loves food, and lots of it. Give him a bunch of fruit, and he’s not going anywhere for a while. He can’t swim. Mac isn’t a very good fighter, and hasn’t ever really had to be. His motor skills are still a bit weak.
There are a few mental triggers that were imbedded deep within MacGuffin’s psyche. Whenever he hears or sees things related to these triggers, he will act accordingly, almost robotically, as he was taught within the laboratory. For example, if someone tells him “good job”, Mac will immediately open his mouth wide and stick his tongue out, waiting eagerly for a fruit treat. Like so,
If a treat is not on hand, he can get quite pesky…unless, of course, you know what to say to make him stop.
Powers: Can turn his arms into bat wings with a 12’ span. The skin attaches down along his sides to his hips. He can fly up to 90 mph. It is possible he has further mutations developing, after all the scientists injected him with quite a variety of chemicals, many of them latent.
Affiliation: Affi-wha? He's currently residing at the X-Men Mansion.
Skills: Flying, eating, screaming, ranting
Interests: Fruit, flying, trees, sleeping, eating, fruit, eating fruit
Bio/History:
Malayan Flying Fox (pteropus vampyrus)is the largest species of bats in the world. It eats fruit, seeds, and nectar, enjoying sweeter tastes, much like humans. At 18-24 months they are sexually mature. They have an average lifespan of 24 years. Until a few years ago, they were not thought to possess much in common with humans.
MacGuffin was separated from his mother one month after he was born. Not too far though, considering her cage was only in the next room. After being nurtured fully, test started being run on him. Big pointy things put in his tummy. Sparky things hurting his tongue and eyes. But fruit. Fruit good. Watery things being pushed into his blood, nasty powder tablets put in his mouth. The scientist implanted a series of chips in MacGuffin’s skull as he grew to full maturity, electrical impulses coursing through him for minutes at a time.
After three years of continuous study, the REAL therapy began. Mutated genes were injected into macGuffin, DNA from “Dr.” Jefferson mixed in with the X-Gene. More therapy was performed, mutating the gene, breaking bones so growth was possible. After a full year of round the clock work, MacGuffin began to transform. It was a long and grueling process, taking two straight weeks for his final patch of fur to fall out. His feet remained bat-like, but the scientists weren’t going for perfection. At the time of the transformation, he was four years old, the equivalent of roughly nineteen in bat years. He appeared to be a nineteen year old boy, and a quite confused one at that. From then on, he would physically age as a human, though he was naturally much younger than he appeared to be.
For the next three months, Mac would go days without sleep, screaming, flailing around in his containment area, trying to fly. Trying to escape. His food was slipped in through a small slot in the door, only unnatural light available. The day he finally calmed down, Dr. Jefferson walked into his containment are with a bowl of fruit. MacGuffin huddled down in a corner, looking at the doctor, screaming. Jefferson stood there, not moving, holding the bowl of fruit so that Mac could see what was in it. He stood there for an hour, having a stare-down with the former bat. Neither budged the entire time. Jefferson left the room with the bowl, leaving Mac hungry. They stopped sliding food under the door, Jefferson going in once a day, holding the fruit bowl. After a week of that routine, and extreme hunger, MacGuffin crawled towards Jefferson slowly, his raggedy clothing dragging over the ground. He stopped a foot in front of the doctor, crouched down and looking upwards. Jefferson remained still, looking into Mac’s eyes. Finally, the boy reached up and snatched a piece of fruit. Progress.
Eventually MacGuffin was taken out of the small cell, and his training began. MacGuffin was still timid around others. They started slowly, working with standing. He didn’t manage to balance himself upright until he was five, appearing 21, but the scientists were patient. Then came walking. Mac having to hold hands as he stumbled along. Things went on from there, and when he was six, though not perfect, he was able to walk. Shortly afterward, numerous escape attempts were made, all leading to painful punishment.
All the while he was being taught how to speak, usually only able to choke out mangled words. A woman would work with him everyday for three hours, which was not the easiest of tasks.
“MacGuffin, we’re going to start simple. The vowels, okay?”
MacGuffin fidgeted in his seat, quite the hyper subject. But that’s what the straps holding him to the chair were for.
“MacGuffin, open your mouth wide, and say, Awh. Awh as in ‘caught.’”
MacGuffin shrieked a bit, finally opening his mouth very wide. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
That’s how the first several sessions went. But with great patience on the part of the staff, and a healthy dose of electricity, MacGuffin knew the alphabet, vowels, and how to count to ten by the time he was seven (appearing 24).
Toilet training....well, that wasn't enjoyable for anyone, but Mac finally was able to use the bathroom on his own.
As he was being taught how to read, the chips in his skull were sending cues into his mind. Commands he would recognize when spoken or acted out that he would follow unquestioningly. About this time, the scientists also jumped up his X-gene dosage, mutating his further. It got to a point where, very painfully, he one day sprouted his wings. His learning sessions ceased, and he was confined into a lab room once more. The experimenting began again, more painful than before. They injected him with all sorts of chemicals, seeing what it took for him to grow and re-absorb his wings.
MacGuffin grew wild once more, but with help of his mental triggers he was much easier to control. They put him in a wind tunnel to test his flying abilities, amazed at his speed.
He was sick of being there, and, with his limited vocabulary, he was able to tell this to his speech therapist when he was 8. She was a soft heart truly, and helped him escape one night. She warned him about keeping his wings in and helped him with clothing, driving him out and letting him into the city. After his escape, the woman was not heard of again.
Lab security dispersed all over the Nevada terrain, searching for him day and night. It took a week, but they finally discovered him ranting madly in a strip mall.
“MacGuffin…..calm down…we’re going to take you home....” One of the guards began to approach.
“No! No back! Live out!” He screamed at them and snarled, picking up a bottle feebly and throwing it at them.
The guard reached into his pocket, pulling out a mango. He held it out. MacGuffin froze, his eyes widening.
“You held the bottle right. Nice throw!...Good boy.”
Mac froze, assuming the cue’s right position.
The guard placed the mango in MacGuffin’s mouth. The mutant began to eat eagerly.
“Now!” Three other guards jumped him, drugged him, and returned him to the lab.
Experiments got worse, and training got more militant. He became as obeying as a mind-washed soldier. Though he was not trained to attack, his technology would allow him to do so.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out. Jefferson knew he was getting restless, seemingly more skittish. It wouldn’t be long till he was able to fly off. To be on the safe side, two homing devices were put on his earlobes, welded together so they could not be removed. Jefferson made a good move in doing so. Just after he turned ten, MacGuffin escaped, flying as far as he could without stopping. No attempts were made to stop him, as he could easily be tracked down.
However, after eight straight hours of flying, Mac flew into a tree, falling to the ground. He wasn’t bleeding, but his brain felt like it was being fried. Indeed, it actually was. The impact damaged the chips, sending electricity coursing through his skull. His tracking devices were damaged in the fall as well, shorting out with a quick blinking light. His eye twitched, and he stood up, shaking himself. He had to get going again. THEY might get him.
