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Mokatya
Legacy Name: Mokatya

The Cream Celinox
Owner: SebasChanFTW

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: December 15th, 2012

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: December 15th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 13
   
• Strength: 33
   
• Defense: 33
   
• Speed: 12
   
• Health: 18
   
• HP: 10/18
   
• Intelligence: 3
   
• Books Read: 3
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

-Walks over to you slowly, looking around often to make sure she is alone- Hey, SebasChanFTW here, ready to tell you a story about one of my favorite characters. Mokatya's story is a long one and one that is difficult to tell. First thing I should say is to never, ever call her by her full name... or by the short Kat. Anyone that knows her well enough, which is not very many at all, call her Katya. I am honored to be the person on this planet that knows the most about her right now, however, she has kept secrets from me as well. This story begins more that 15 years ago with one of her earliest memories, deep in the cold, secluded forests of Russia. I cant tell you where exactly because even she does not kno....- Is tapped on the shoulder- Ah... uh oh.. -looks over her shoulder at a woman that could only be described as beautiful, even if she doesn't see herself that way. With thick long hair with a slight wave to it and being a golden color interspersed with black. Her eyes are the color of the Grand Prismic hot springs in Yellowstone National Park in winter and change shades subtlety with her emotions. Right now they were more toward the dark blue part as she is probably not happy with me at the moment. I watch as she pinches the bridge of her nose in a classic gesture of annoyance. "What exactly do you think you are doing?" she asks me quietly. Naturally I find myself stuttering and apologetic."I-Im sorry! I just wanted your s-story to be told because it needs to be because it wont leave my head and I have so much trouble writing things and..""Chill!" I stop talking immediately and let her speak. "Don't you think I should be the one telling my own story? Move the hell over."It wasn't a request so I give her the chair in front of the computer with wide eyes, never having thought she would agree with the tale being told, let alone want to tell it herself.-Clears throat. Sighs-So Hi. My name's Katya and this is my story so listen up because I will only be telling this tale once. Okay, the way I figure it, what i am is not normal. And I was not born this way. There is still a lot that I don't remember, but here is what I know, and what I can tell you safely. Like Sebas said, my story for the most part begins in the deepest darkest, coldest forests of Russia. A place so secluded, the world sometimes forgets that it even exists. There, 'someone' built a research laboratory that experimented with horrible things. There, they were trying to build monsters. One of my first coherent memories is waking very cold and smelling everything much too strongly. Medications, anesthetics, tranquilizers, under toned by bleach and other cleaners burned my nose although I didnt know what any of it was at the time. I opened my tiny, 5 or 6 year old eyes (things are still fuzzy back then) and saw my cage for the first time. Half inch steel bars were set deep into the concrete floor and ceiling leaving me about 10 feet by 5 to walk around in. The only things in there with me were a thin blanket and a toilet to one side. I was nude in the cage so I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself, grateful for the little bit of warmth it provided. I realized I was not alone in the room. a man and a woman were in the room with me, wearing white pants and lab coats with a strange symbol over the breast pocket. They were watching me and making notes on clipboards and muttering. "Anna, look at it. I cant believe it woke up in such a short amount of time. I am so excited to see how it works!' Said the large man with a double chin. he looked like he could eat a small dog whole if he wanted to."Yes, Ivan, it is moving around seemingly normally." The gaunt woman with long black greasy hair replied. "when can we start testing on it?" At this point I was scared. I knew they were talking about me. They weren't going to hurt me.. were they? There was no one there that was familiar, but for some reason I was hit with a wave of exhaustion, so curled up with the blanket and fell into a fitful sleep. I'm not sure how long I slept, but I woke up when I heard the lock clang. I would learn to hate that sound, and the two lab workers that experimented on me. It was Ivan that grabbed my arm and yanked me over to another room, this one looked like a dungeon with chains and manacles and what looked like torture devices. I screamed at him to let me go, he was hurting my arm, but he just dragged me over to the other side of the room, seemingly unaware of my struggles to get away, and snapped manacles on both my legs. I was so scared, I had no idea what was going on, why was I chained to the wall and why he was hurting me. I was shocked out of my screaming and crying when he backhanded me so hard, it felt like my jaw broke. "Shut.The hell. Up. You have no rights here, your are not even human anymore. Now stay still or else." he said the last part with a half chuckle. 'What did that mean, I was still a human, what else would I be..right?' I thought. I looked up in time to see him stick a needle into my arm and push the plunger. I whimpered and backed away from him as far as the short chains would allow. Nothing happened for about 20 seconds. Then, it felt like fire was racing up and down my arm, down to my fingers, and back up until my while body was burning away and I was screaming in pain till my voice broke. No sound came out but I was still screaming in agony. It was the worst pain I have felt in my entire life. Something happened then, between the agony racing through my blood and when I blacked out. It felt like something woke, deep inside of me... and roared. I felt my hair start to move. It got longer and stretched and wrapped around my limbs and over my face and even reached down to my fingers and toes. My throat and face were covered with it to, but I could still see. Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees, except my hands didnt look like hands, and my arms didnt like arms anymore. I should have felt scared at this point, but for some reason, I did not. It felt like whatever was waking up within me, was coming out to try and protect me. I felt myself grow smaller and then it was too much for me. I passed out, but as I did, I felt whatever else was in my head with me come out as much as it could, and it was angry. (more to come) ____Actually, I am trying to make this into a short story, maybe a book, so I will try to summarize the events in this tale so that it might fit here without it turning into a freaking book. To those who may want to read the story version, I will try to figure something out with my limited technological skills. If anyone feels like wanting to read this at all ><.

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