Tomlinson
Legacy Name: Tomlinson

Tom, an afghan hound, had no memories of living before the lab. He had assumed the lab took care of that first. But he remembers the pain in his head. The horrible headaches and the terrible experiments they did on his brain to give him the abilities he had. They called it "charisma." By a touch of his fingers, or by eye contact, he can earn someone's trust immediately and they would do anything he wanted. When they weren't experimenting on him they kept him blind-folded and his hands in vice-like handcuffs, covering his whole hands. They tattooed hearts above his left eye and both legs at the calf so they always knew who he was. The only bright spot in his life was his friend and fellow experiment, Silverminte the fruit bat. Silver could control and call insects to him. Silver was always optimistic and smiling, no matter what they did to him, and it helped Tom to see him. Silver always talked about how one day they would escape. One day while alone in the room they were locked in when they weren't needed, he could hear buzzing. He couldn't see with the blindfold bolted around his head, but this noise was new, not like the normal buzzing of machines. Then screams in the hall. A jingle of keys in the hallway before the door opened. A terrified scientist hit the floor, begging not to be hurt. New footsteps.

"Set him free." A voice growled.

"Silver?" It sounded like him, but hes never heard that tone from him before.

A giggle, Silver sounding more like himself. "I told you we'd be free one day."The cuffs fall off, the blindfold next. He blinks in the new light. Bees flew everywhere, many were resting right on Silver. Silver holds out a hand to help him up. The bat has the scientist lead them out, and they run until they were exhausted.

Months of wandering through forests, eating when they can, Tom using his charisma to have people help them with food and clothing. They continue moving in case they were being followed.

Silver explained to him that bees settled outside of the lab that he was able to summon to him and scare the scientists into following his orders. Tom was astonished that he would stop and come to help him, instead of escaping on his own.

"That's what friends do." Silver said simply, like that should answer everything.

One day during their travels they run into a man staggering though the woods. Walking up to him, they notice his weird look. He could've been a zombie. He had different fur colors patched together from..two different species? A possum tail, but half his face looked possum, and half rabbit.His eyes were glazed over and red from crying. He collapsed and they go to him. He spoke incoherently, seeming to call out for someone who wasn't there.

"Use your magic." Silver urged.. He nods and puts his hands on both sides of the strangers face, and quietly speaks to him, calling his magic to him.

They find their lab was apparently not the only one that experiments on people. His name was Roiben and was originally fully a possum. His patched look come from the experiments that took his friend, a rabbit, and traded their body parts. They managed to escape, but his friend was hurt badly. Badly enough that he couldn't run anymore. In order not to be brought back to the lab, healed up, and experimented on again, his friend begged him to kill him. And he did, knowing death was better than going back.

Roiben, with help from Tom's charisma and Silver's never ending friendliness, starts to come out of his shell. He stayed pretty grumpy and generally was the opposite of Silver in everything. Also, they learned he could reanimate small dead creatures, which helped them find places were they could get food.

The three of them stayed wandering on the road for another year, Silver often bringing up now that maybe they should work on finding other labs and breaking people out. Roiben was pretty adamant about staying as far away from those death traps as possible. Tom stayed in between.

"Sure we could help, if we ran into anymore, but lets not go looking for trouble."

They find a small broken and abandoned village. Wandering though it, Tom thinks out loud. "You know, it wouldn't take too much to fix this place up."

Both Roiben and Silver stop their wandering to turn and look at him.

"You mean live here?" Roiben asks.

Tom looks out in a distance, at what used to be some farming land. "We could grow food, fix up some houses.."

Silver's mouth drops open. "We could have a home here! My insects can live here, protect us. We can do it!"

Tom smiles and Roiben snorts, but looks interested.

"This is OUR home!" An aggressive voice called out...cat..dog? Tom couldn't really tell. His stripes were bright and rainbow colored, not a color normally found in fur. He had pitch black fur and grey hair, though he seemed young. And there seemed to be a small unicorn-type horn on his head. He growls and steps closer, and Tom notices a weird knife in his hand. Something was off about it, but he didn't have time to think about it. The boy comes closer, growling. Tom steps up to talk to him, shushing both his friends who try to stop him. He looks him in the eye and starts to talk, the words didn't matter yet, just his magic to calm him down. The boy looks confused as the magic spreads into him.

"What do you mean we?"

Talking to him he finds out there was a sick boy here, his brother he called him. Tom pushes his magic more and finds his brother is sick and they have been living in the abandoned village hoping he'd get better, but he wasn't. They also find out the brothers were also victims of magical experiments, and not truly brothers. They used to be one person with split personalities and they were separated into two. Also when they were together, they could draw things together in the air, and it turned real, explaining why Tom though the sword looked weird. They could also talk telepathically to each other.

The boy, Ashmer his name was, brings them to see his sick brother, lying in a old bed. Dust had obviously been brushed off of it, since there was still dust around the edges. Their features looked very similiar, and the bright colors were the same on both, but this brother, his name was Webb, was white to Ashmer's black, and had long blonde hair, to Ashmer's much shorter grey. Tom explains to the twins, as they were referred to from then on by them, what they can do and has Ashmer draw them a wagon. They load Webb into it and they head to a new village and talks a doctor into treating him. As Webb gets better they head back down into the now not-so-abandoned village and they start to fix it up to start their new lives there. (work in process)

The Leader of the Escaped Experiments