[Profile]
So, who the hell is he? Sai!
Age? A whopping 17
Sexuality? He loves the p33n. Everybody's p33n. Yes, yours, too. He is a complete and utter hoe for the p33n.
Rank? He's a n00b, freshly transferred from Root.
Callsign? Rorschach
'Superpower'?
Sai's specialty is bringing life to ink. His best work comes from ink that has some portion of his own blood mixed in, and, careful as he is, he often has faint needle marks showing around his veins from collecting samples. Ink mixed with his saliva also works, but is less potent. Due to changes that were made to his brain chemistry, he is also able to affect any and all ink around him, though it's more tiring to him when the ink is not his own.
Other special skills?
Sai's affinity with ink extends into printed text. He's able to glean the gist of things written any language, so long as it's in ink. Unfortunately, this ability can sometimes leave him confused and unable to process any kind of letters for a few minutes afterward. As most of his alterations come from some variation of squid DNA, he's capable of spitting ink every now and again, and he can make some very rudimentary chameleon-like color changes to his skin. These color changes are merely a side-effect and are not very well developed. At best he can make his skin a bit darker to hide in shadows, or raise multi-colored spots on his skin in symmetrical formations. These are somewhat entertaining, but not very useful, and he rarely, if ever, shows them to anyone. He's a specialist at sneaking in to places - he'd make a good cat burglar. Also, he's killer in the sack, the randy mink~
Who the hell is his PB? Pretty boi, Oliver Sykes.
Character Personality and History:
The boy was born to a prostitute in one of the worst slums in West Oakland, California. As a small child, he would sit in a corner and draw pictures on the floor and walls with whatever medium he could scrounge up - broken pencils, hunks of charcoal, he even got his hands on a pen, once - while his mother did her business a mere ten feet away. At the age of six he was still scrawny and underfed, and could easily pass for a four-year-old, and he lived in his own little made-up world, blocking out all of the X-rated behavior of his mother and her johns. He barely spoke, and rarely responded when spoken to; his own name brought only the slightest glimmer of recognition. And so, when a shady-looking, middle-aged man came and offered to take him off his mother's hands, the woman jumped at the chance to rid herself of what she considered to be a mentally deficient mouth to feed. The transaction took less than ten minutes, and the child was sold to a complete stranger for a whopping fee of $20.
Overnight he went from being effectively locked in a small, filthy room with virtually no social stimulation, to being enrolled in Project Watermark- a side project of Danzo's designed to turn children into mindless killers. His own name - Joe - was stripped away from him along with his stained and fraying garments. His emotions would stubbornly remain a part of him until several years later.
With a mere handful of children under the charge of Danzo, it was only natural that the boy would soon latch onto another boy from a similar background. Without names, they simply referred to each other as "Brother," and in truth they did grow that close. Both were advancing well in the program, adapting to the changes being made to their bodies with surprising speed. Soon they became the clear favorites of Danzo, both as students, and in other, less-spoken-of ways that were disturbingly close to his mother's line of work. If anything these physically and mentally tumultuous circumstances would only forward their efforts to rid themselves of personal feelings, and by the time they were fifteen, they would both be as royally fucked in the head as any merciless killer would need to be. Everything was progressing as well as Danzo could have possibly hoped - though he would never admit that out loud - until one of the brothers fell ill.
It started as a faint heart murmur, and a shortness of breath that never quite went away, but boys in this line of work were expected to overcome such meaningless limitations of the body, and no serious action was taken save to monitor the anomaly. By the end of the month, however, the heart murmur had become a serious upheaval in one brother's red blood cells, making his skin turn grey and black and his muscles shrivel and fail and his eyes take on a sunken appearance. The biological agent Project Watermark was attempting to fuse into his DNA was being rejected, violently so. By the end of the second month, this Brother was dead, leaving the other with a sickness of his own - one no medicine could treat. At the very core of him was awakened a selfish and near-debilitating desire: he wanted to mourn his brother. But years of training his mind, peeling away everything that could possibly be considered personal to him left him unable to do even that. Danzo would watch in disgust as the boy started falling behind his other charges, and he would throw his hands up in frustration when the boy became listless and unresponsive while they were alone. Despite Danzo's hopes for this one, he knew he could no longer waste his effort on him any longer. But rather than kick him to the curb entirely, he removed him from the exclusive training program and sent him to study with the general populace of the Nevada facility.
Adopting the name "Sai" - he figured it was as good as any other name, and he was drawn to the allusion of rolling the dice - the boy, now 17, would be instantly dazzled by the other 'projects' and their range of emotions. It warmed the tiny seeds of wanting and feeling that his Brother's death had sown. Even now, he's a bit star-struck by the social interactions of his peers, and is awkwardly seeking to understand them. Sai is not quite capable of being "well-meaning" just yet, but he's heading in that direction, and with a little help, he may someday arrive at his destination.
Age? A whopping 17
Sexuality? He loves the p33n. Everybody's p33n. Yes, yours, too. He is a complete and utter hoe for the p33n.
Rank? He's a n00b, freshly transferred from Root.
Callsign? Rorschach
'Superpower'?
Sai's specialty is bringing life to ink. His best work comes from ink that has some portion of his own blood mixed in, and, careful as he is, he often has faint needle marks showing around his veins from collecting samples. Ink mixed with his saliva also works, but is less potent. Due to changes that were made to his brain chemistry, he is also able to affect any and all ink around him, though it's more tiring to him when the ink is not his own.
Other special skills?
Sai's affinity with ink extends into printed text. He's able to glean the gist of things written any language, so long as it's in ink. Unfortunately, this ability can sometimes leave him confused and unable to process any kind of letters for a few minutes afterward. As most of his alterations come from some variation of squid DNA, he's capable of spitting ink every now and again, and he can make some very rudimentary chameleon-like color changes to his skin. These color changes are merely a side-effect and are not very well developed. At best he can make his skin a bit darker to hide in shadows, or raise multi-colored spots on his skin in symmetrical formations. These are somewhat entertaining, but not very useful, and he rarely, if ever, shows them to anyone. He's a specialist at sneaking in to places - he'd make a good cat burglar. Also, he's killer in the sack, the randy mink~
Who the hell is his PB? Pretty boi, Oliver Sykes.
Character Personality and History:
The boy was born to a prostitute in one of the worst slums in West Oakland, California. As a small child, he would sit in a corner and draw pictures on the floor and walls with whatever medium he could scrounge up - broken pencils, hunks of charcoal, he even got his hands on a pen, once - while his mother did her business a mere ten feet away. At the age of six he was still scrawny and underfed, and could easily pass for a four-year-old, and he lived in his own little made-up world, blocking out all of the X-rated behavior of his mother and her johns. He barely spoke, and rarely responded when spoken to; his own name brought only the slightest glimmer of recognition. And so, when a shady-looking, middle-aged man came and offered to take him off his mother's hands, the woman jumped at the chance to rid herself of what she considered to be a mentally deficient mouth to feed. The transaction took less than ten minutes, and the child was sold to a complete stranger for a whopping fee of $20.
Overnight he went from being effectively locked in a small, filthy room with virtually no social stimulation, to being enrolled in Project Watermark- a side project of Danzo's designed to turn children into mindless killers. His own name - Joe - was stripped away from him along with his stained and fraying garments. His emotions would stubbornly remain a part of him until several years later.
With a mere handful of children under the charge of Danzo, it was only natural that the boy would soon latch onto another boy from a similar background. Without names, they simply referred to each other as "Brother," and in truth they did grow that close. Both were advancing well in the program, adapting to the changes being made to their bodies with surprising speed. Soon they became the clear favorites of Danzo, both as students, and in other, less-spoken-of ways that were disturbingly close to his mother's line of work. If anything these physically and mentally tumultuous circumstances would only forward their efforts to rid themselves of personal feelings, and by the time they were fifteen, they would both be as royally fucked in the head as any merciless killer would need to be. Everything was progressing as well as Danzo could have possibly hoped - though he would never admit that out loud - until one of the brothers fell ill.
It started as a faint heart murmur, and a shortness of breath that never quite went away, but boys in this line of work were expected to overcome such meaningless limitations of the body, and no serious action was taken save to monitor the anomaly. By the end of the month, however, the heart murmur had become a serious upheaval in one brother's red blood cells, making his skin turn grey and black and his muscles shrivel and fail and his eyes take on a sunken appearance. The biological agent Project Watermark was attempting to fuse into his DNA was being rejected, violently so. By the end of the second month, this Brother was dead, leaving the other with a sickness of his own - one no medicine could treat. At the very core of him was awakened a selfish and near-debilitating desire: he wanted to mourn his brother. But years of training his mind, peeling away everything that could possibly be considered personal to him left him unable to do even that. Danzo would watch in disgust as the boy started falling behind his other charges, and he would throw his hands up in frustration when the boy became listless and unresponsive while they were alone. Despite Danzo's hopes for this one, he knew he could no longer waste his effort on him any longer. But rather than kick him to the curb entirely, he removed him from the exclusive training program and sent him to study with the general populace of the Nevada facility.
Adopting the name "Sai" - he figured it was as good as any other name, and he was drawn to the allusion of rolling the dice - the boy, now 17, would be instantly dazzled by the other 'projects' and their range of emotions. It warmed the tiny seeds of wanting and feeling that his Brother's death had sown. Even now, he's a bit star-struck by the social interactions of his peers, and is awkwardly seeking to understand them. Sai is not quite capable of being "well-meaning" just yet, but he's heading in that direction, and with a little help, he may someday arrive at his destination.