How I Loathe Thee
06-10-08, 12:34 PM
Human Research Subject #040-875-002
Case File #0026
Name: Daith Riley Owen
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Height: 6ft-182cm
Weight: 160lbs-72.575kg
Temperature: 98.6F-37C
Current Status: Student attending second year theoretical biology.
Physical Observations: Healthy with no discernable side effects.
Psychological Observations: Subject remains introverted, escapist tendencies surface when confronted. Please make note that further study is recommended into the mental health of subject, though anxiety is suspected as a prominent cause for the subject’s behaviour.
Significant History: Subject led a typical suburban life with no exceptional or tragic events. Family status remains constant with two older siblings and two stable parents. Upon enrolment within the HRS test program, a subsection of the theoretical biology department, subject has shown no noticeable changes to date. To date no subjects have shown changes.
The steady clicking of keys stopped as the research aid finished saving and filing his report. Three months into the program and still nothing. Grabbing his keys off of the desk he stood up out of his chair and rubbed his neck circling the muscle connecting to his left shoulder. After exiting the office he made for the doors, working overtime on a Saturday hastened his footsteps to be free of the research wing. While passing through the side hall he noticed lights on in the lab to his left, others were also working, every day of the week and from their tired eyes it seemed as if they were still going from the previous night.
Pausing at the door to the conversation drifting out over the hum of equipment the man was surprised.
“...-875-020, look at it under the electron microscope, there’s something in his blood”
Two hours later...
“The words were followed almost immediately by the shock wave of an explosion, I don’t remember being thrown back against the wall but when I came to the lab was ripped apart, a huge hole appeared where the scope had stood and I couldn’t see anyone alive inside...” The bruised researcher recounted to the man he called his bosses boss, while picking at holes in his lab coat and wiping away dried blood from his arm.
The man, who was dressed for a formal office looked him in the eyes and posed a question. “Are you sure you heard the subject number correctly? 875-020?”
A nod from the aid prompted the man to continue. “Fine we will dispatch a team to pick this kid up.” Taking from his pocket a cell phone the man entered a number while backing away from the aid. “Secure and quarantine #040-875-020, Daith Riley Owen, extreme caution is to be used with the apprehension process...”
Skills: Minor martial arts training, no weapon skills though known to carry a knife at times. His magic like abilities are usable only after drawing his blood then placing it on the ground to create a magic circle that can be set to explode, small explosions unlike the story where the blood was charged up from the equipment being used on it. When standing within the circle Daith can fire off pressure bursts from his hands, basically air pressure which can move things or knock opponents off balance.
(For the sake of easy reading)
Minor Martial arts
Blood Trap
Pressure Burst
Equipment: Small Knife and clothing, along with a now useless cell phone
Familiar: Daith has a pet dog who found itself in Althanas as well, to be introduced later, but it is a Basset Hound named Basker.
Case File #0026
Name: Daith Riley Owen
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Height: 6ft-182cm
Weight: 160lbs-72.575kg
Temperature: 98.6F-37C
Current Status: Student attending second year theoretical biology.
Physical Observations: Healthy with no discernable side effects.
Psychological Observations: Subject remains introverted, escapist tendencies surface when confronted. Please make note that further study is recommended into the mental health of subject, though anxiety is suspected as a prominent cause for the subject’s behaviour.
Significant History: Subject led a typical suburban life with no exceptional or tragic events. Family status remains constant with two older siblings and two stable parents. Upon enrolment within the HRS test program, a subsection of the theoretical biology department, subject has shown no noticeable changes to date. To date no subjects have shown changes.
The steady clicking of keys stopped as the research aid finished saving and filing his report. Three months into the program and still nothing. Grabbing his keys off of the desk he stood up out of his chair and rubbed his neck circling the muscle connecting to his left shoulder. After exiting the office he made for the doors, working overtime on a Saturday hastened his footsteps to be free of the research wing. While passing through the side hall he noticed lights on in the lab to his left, others were also working, every day of the week and from their tired eyes it seemed as if they were still going from the previous night.
Pausing at the door to the conversation drifting out over the hum of equipment the man was surprised.
“...-875-020, look at it under the electron microscope, there’s something in his blood”
Two hours later...
“The words were followed almost immediately by the shock wave of an explosion, I don’t remember being thrown back against the wall but when I came to the lab was ripped apart, a huge hole appeared where the scope had stood and I couldn’t see anyone alive inside...” The bruised researcher recounted to the man he called his bosses boss, while picking at holes in his lab coat and wiping away dried blood from his arm.
The man, who was dressed for a formal office looked him in the eyes and posed a question. “Are you sure you heard the subject number correctly? 875-020?”
A nod from the aid prompted the man to continue. “Fine we will dispatch a team to pick this kid up.” Taking from his pocket a cell phone the man entered a number while backing away from the aid. “Secure and quarantine #040-875-020, Daith Riley Owen, extreme caution is to be used with the apprehension process...”
Skills: Minor martial arts training, no weapon skills though known to carry a knife at times. His magic like abilities are usable only after drawing his blood then placing it on the ground to create a magic circle that can be set to explode, small explosions unlike the story where the blood was charged up from the equipment being used on it. When standing within the circle Daith can fire off pressure bursts from his hands, basically air pressure which can move things or knock opponents off balance.
(For the sake of easy reading)
Minor Martial arts
Blood Trap
Pressure Burst
Equipment: Small Knife and clothing, along with a now useless cell phone
Familiar: Daith has a pet dog who found itself in Althanas as well, to be introduced later, but it is a Basset Hound named Basker.