Scare

(yes, there are multiple iterations of Scare. This is the character they stem from)

Scare Williams, born September 6th, was the unplanned second son to the ill fated Williams family. His father, a known drunk and abusive man, claimed the blond haired, blue eyed child not his own. In a rage when their youngest turn three, he brought about the death of his wife while a confused and terrified now orphan watch from hiding. Fleeing with their eldest son, Scare was left nameless and alone, discovered by police and 'adopted' by a wealthy man named Hector. Hector was the owner of a secretive company that took in the orphans society would never miss. These orphans underwent strange and perhaps inhumane treatments and experimentation; all for the hope of making a perfected line of defense, super soldiers in a way.

Unlike other children there, Scare- at that time simply known as 'six', was quiet and docile. He did not speak, nor scream, he might have cried, but he never fought. Trauma, perhaps, at seeing his mother's death, but he does not remember any of his life prior to the incident, to when he woke up.

It was violent, his final treatments, with near lethal dosage to rapidly increase the rate of mutation in a final effort to achieve what they so desired. Bound to the table as he thrashed and twisted, his form warping, growing, developing and breaking and repairing itself into a new mold, a new shape. His skin tear in places, deep enough that it would not heal unaided. When at last his thrashing subside to unconsciousness he was tended to by the first of the 'successful' experiments, stitching his wounds shut that they may properly heal. She had only just managed to finish her work before a sharp, desperate gasp for air alert her to a danger all too late. His eyes- she watched those brilliant, deep blue hues pool and drown to grey, she watched the very life he had held suppressed fade away to anew, yet pain overwhelm him once more, and before he could manage even thought, he found his claws bloody and full of feathers, gripping to her now severed wing. His first memory was her face, kind and sad-- she saw him as a terrified child rather than as the monster he'd become. "Scare" was the name she gave him, for the scare he had given them in seeming to be dead.

He spent years within the facility. Learning to walk again, to speak, to read. His mentor the very one he had harmed after his first breath in a new life, a young girl named 'Crowe'-- the one-winged angel. He grew to love her, to be bound to this world only by her, and to feel great resource for what he had done. As they grow closer and closer, it became clear that his mutations had granted him an odd sort of immortality; in that he did not ever seem to age, and his form was unaffected by time. Yet he felt a strangeness he could never place, always something at the back of his mind- in the corner of his eye, always there, but never able to be seen or described. After years of enduring the tests and routines of the facility, and learning the fate of damaged or otherwise useless experiments, Scare recklessly spirited her away, flinging himself to the very walls they so feared and scrambling out of their once small world. By cover of night they fled, further and further from the only life they had known.

Their bond never falter, and they were now truly inseparable. Yet when his beloved became ill, their running became slowed, and they went into hiding. It was this, perhaps, that seal their fate, as capture was inevitable. Returned to the facility and kept apart, with him always in chains beyond his room, unable to see or speak to her, life became hell. When at last he saw her again, it was only to see her die by their command, punished for carrying a child they held no control over. Enraged, not even the chains that bound him could hold back the very thing that had been dormant all along. The strange whispers, the unsatisfied itch, the madness overtook him. A third eyelid akin to a crocodile black out his eyes, that was their first, and last, warning. No one survived. Still bound he wept... cradling the remains of his lover.

Now, seemingly ages later, he wanders the world in search of some sense of belonging. Seemingly cursed and unable to truly die, he finds this world his personal hell.

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