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- Joined
- Oct 19, 2009
In the year 2013, not much has changed. 2012 didn't bring the end of the world, people moved on. Though a new form of technology has come into the light. Usually used for remedial purposes, genetic modification is used by the wealthy to change their physical appearance as well as other.... additions. But every blessing has a darker side.
Genecorp, the company that originally created the genetic modifiers for the public has been working on something much, much more sinister. The plan has been in the making for twenty years, gathering children, literally grabbing them from the hospital and replacing them with dying clones. From day one, the children were injected with a virus that would rip through the child's body and slowly turning them into something more. The virus always killed them though, literally reducing the child to a twisted husk.
The company went through hundreds if not thousands of children before finally hitting paydirt. The virus formed a symbiotic relationship with the host, giving the child the ability to modify, change, and twist her body. From turning her skin into titanium, to simply changing her face, Genecorp spent eighteen years studying, trying to find out why the virus attached itself to the girl rather than kill her. Though, the virus had a deadly side-effect. Ultra-violet radiation (AKA sunlight) caused the child severe physical pain followed by burns. The tech-geeks that helped with the project gave the girl the nick-name Nosferatu, a sort of twisted joke, especially after one of the guards who was stationed outside of the girl's cell got a little too close and was ripped to pieces.
No one would have suspected the teen of anything. In her natural form, 5'5, young face. Her hair was long, it hung down to her ass, which was firm and muscular, the virus morphed her body so it was in peak physical condition, though she didn't lose her feminine body. Eighteen years, and she had never been outside of the Genecorp building. Her cell, her home, her prison. Her cell was sterile, solid white walls, cot in the corner, a glass wall separating her and the rest of the world. Dark blue eyes stared at the wall outside of the cell. Her hair was shock white as a result of the virus, her skin abnormally pale. She could have easily changed shape to look like some buxom bimbo, but they shocked her whe she shifted without permission. Soon, she thought. A nurse, guard, doctor, someone would come to run her daily tests.
Genecorp, the company that originally created the genetic modifiers for the public has been working on something much, much more sinister. The plan has been in the making for twenty years, gathering children, literally grabbing them from the hospital and replacing them with dying clones. From day one, the children were injected with a virus that would rip through the child's body and slowly turning them into something more. The virus always killed them though, literally reducing the child to a twisted husk.
The company went through hundreds if not thousands of children before finally hitting paydirt. The virus formed a symbiotic relationship with the host, giving the child the ability to modify, change, and twist her body. From turning her skin into titanium, to simply changing her face, Genecorp spent eighteen years studying, trying to find out why the virus attached itself to the girl rather than kill her. Though, the virus had a deadly side-effect. Ultra-violet radiation (AKA sunlight) caused the child severe physical pain followed by burns. The tech-geeks that helped with the project gave the girl the nick-name Nosferatu, a sort of twisted joke, especially after one of the guards who was stationed outside of the girl's cell got a little too close and was ripped to pieces.
No one would have suspected the teen of anything. In her natural form, 5'5, young face. Her hair was long, it hung down to her ass, which was firm and muscular, the virus morphed her body so it was in peak physical condition, though she didn't lose her feminine body. Eighteen years, and she had never been outside of the Genecorp building. Her cell, her home, her prison. Her cell was sterile, solid white walls, cot in the corner, a glass wall separating her and the rest of the world. Dark blue eyes stared at the wall outside of the cell. Her hair was shock white as a result of the virus, her skin abnormally pale. She could have easily changed shape to look like some buxom bimbo, but they shocked her whe she shifted without permission. Soon, she thought. A nurse, guard, doctor, someone would come to run her daily tests.