trace, nelson . government morph

[nelson trace]

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][STYLE= font: 24pt Helvetica; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]NELSON MARKS TRACE[/style] [STYLE= font: 7pt Helvetica; text-transform: uppercase; color: #eee; margin-top: -20px; width: 360px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 1px dashed #aeaeae; margin-left:- 8px;]MALE ✖ HOMOSEXUAL ✖ TWENTY-ONE ✖ GOV. MORPH ✖ GOVVIE [/style]
[atrb=style, padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 185px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px;] LIKES; ♥ order ♥ fairness ♥ pleasing others ♥ blond hair ♥ a bit of violence DISLIKES; • being bothered • inactivity • filth • the government • yogurt (so messy) POSITIVES; ○ organized ○ hard-working ○ attentive ○ confident ○ cautious ○ curious ○ good actor ○ thorough ○ just ○ loyal NEGATIVES; ■ deceptive ■ sarcastic ■ harsh ■ two-faced ■ hypocritical ■ sadistic ■ temperemental ■ unfriendly ■ manipulative ■ stubborn HABITS/MANNERISMS; ♦ straightens clothes repeatedly when nervous/frustrated ♦ beats things to relieve stress, things ranging from the walls to a morph (*cough*Cyrus*cough*) ♦ cleans most of what he owns before taking part in a serious event. FEARS; ♦ Nelson has devoted a large amount of his life to keeping his life-long friend Cyrus alive, not so well, but alive. Cyrus dying is a great fear of his and something he's willing to do anything to avoid. [/style]	[atrb=style, padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px;][STYLE=height: 250px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px; width: 175px; ]HEIGHT; 5'7" WEIGHT; 146 lbs ACCESSORIES/ITEMS; - switchblade - lint roller - comb - wallet - cellphone FACE CLAIM; [b]durarara[/b], mikado ryuugamine -- [i]nelson trace[/i] [/style]
[cs=2][atrb=style, padding: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #aeaeae; opacity: 0.7;][STYLE=height: 100px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px; ]HISTORY OR EXTRA INFORMATION; Life isn’t easy. This is a truth Nelson has confronted since his creation, not birth, but creation, years ago. He was just one of many fetuses donated to the advancement of science when the government began working on the creation of superhumans. Humans imbued with the powers of pokemon. From the time he was developed enough to get out of that test tube he was put through all the hells most of the other morphs went through. Experiments, tests, and just the plain isolation from the outside world. Still, it was bearable, he had refuge from the turmoil in the form of bonds he made. Nelson was never very good at being social. He had so many peeves that kept most people out of his circle. However, somehow he managed to make two close bonds. Around the time he was five he began to look after this three year old morph. A morph with soft blond hair and pretty eyes that always seemed to hold some kind of mischief. He worried about his little boy for reasons he couldn’t quite place, and as he grew the reasoning just became less and less clear. Especially when the boy began to embody nearly all of those peeves that kept most away from him. At the same time, about the time he turned six, he found a father figure in a scientist. While so many other researchers treated the morphs like experiments, which in their defense they were, this one spent time keeping them healthy and at least trying to keep them happy. Between tests of his power and conditioning for loyalty, the scientist would play games with Nelson and talk with him about his problems. It was clear from early on that this was the man’s job, but Nelson was more than happy to delude himself with the idea he had something like a parent. A term he didn’t truly know and understand until this scientist began caring for him. As he entered his teenage years, things became more complicated. Many morphs, both older and younger than him, thirsted for the outside world. They were restless. Nelson was not one of them, but he noticed the blond haired boy’s fixation with the words spoken by the eager. Personally, Nelson found more joy in exploring the parts of the government building that had slowly been opened up to the morphs who were obedient and loyal. He especially loved the library, where he spent time learning things that the scientists deemed appropriate. Curiosity drove him to learn a wealth of things. How the powers they wielded worked. What that meant when a fight broke out. How he could better use it to do what he was intended to do and, perhaps more importantly, how he could use it to help that boy with bright blue eyes. Eventually, the dissent was too much for the government. They decided on a testing period, a time when a select amount of morphs could be released into the city. If things went well the rest of the morphs would be allowed to be free. Nelson was offered a spot, but he turned it down. He had no real interest in the outside. Not in the humans. Especially not after reading so much about their origins, and how he’d in essence been thrown away by the humans. Especially not after spending so much time in the hands of the cruel humans who called themselves scientists. He was unsurprised, however, when he found out that the boy he’d been looking after for years had accepted the offer. It was a bit lonely in the building without him constantly there, but he was happy that a dream of his was being recognized. It seemed the government was happy with the results, as they began to let the morphs roam soon after. Nelson did so sparingly, mostly just so he could spend time with his blond, whom he’d dubbed mutt after years of watching how rough and tumble the boy was. An endearing term that he tended to use with venom. As they’d grown older the boy had become more and more of an irritant, but the tug he felt when they were apart was enough to keep Nelson by his side. The acceptance by the government faded fast. Suddenly the five who were released from captivity were stirring up trouble. A rebel society was quickly building, and to his dismay his best friend was part of the revolt. Nelson had no interest in this petty decision. What could they do against the government, who had so much power? Instead, he took his place as one of the morphs who stayed true to their original purpose. He joined the government in their fight against the rebels, and did his best to get to those undecided and persuade them to join his side. For a long time this conflict went nowhere. A rebel would be captured, brought in, tortured a bit. A scientist would be found dead in an alley, scorch marks or simple cuts covering their body. Every once and awhile a member of the government would defect and join the rebels. Many times they were caught in time so they could be euthanized and kept from becoming a threat. Nelson didn’t do much, he walked the streets and looked for rebels. He got in a few fights with them, his Shadow Tag keeping them from fleeing and his psychic powers usually subduing them before they could really do much to him. Not all fights were so simple. One night he came back to the building and heard a familiar voice behind locked doors. Cries of pain accompanied mocking insults. The tone of voice, the way none of those cries seemed especially spirited, the mischievous way the voice taunted the aggressor. It was his boy. Not long afterwards he was put in charge of keeping the boy and his friends locked up and secure. He kept to his job for a short time, but couldn’t keep it up. The turmoil within him built up constantly. One night he came to the realization that the tug he constantly felt when he was away from the boy was something more. When one night he could finally place his emotions for the boy he released him and his friends. He loved the boy, and it was absolutely fine that he was wounded and forced into the streets for him. When the boy offered Nelson help while he sat on the streets, suffering from sick and from pain, he denied it. Told him to go away. He didn’t know what to do all of a sudden. In return for the knowledge he gained he’d lost everything. However, given some time, he knew what he had to do. He had to ensure that never again his boy would be in the trouble he was in then. He rejoined the government, arguing that he had been tricked and manipulated into causing the revolt. He was welcomed back but only tentatively. Nelson went back to his work as a government morph. However, he spent a lot of time shooing free morphs towards the rebels. Did very little of the capturing he initially took part in. The government was more onto him than he thought. In very little time he awoke to his rooms door being kicked in, and was chased through the still damaged government building. He was badly beaten and brought to the edge of death. Electric fangs seared and tore his flesh. Kicks and strikes broke bones and bruised skin. When it was done he was brought to a special room. A month of torture. The government held him in that room and broke down his will and spirit with ceaseless pain and misery. Instead of euthanizing him they decided he’d be more useful as a brainwashed puppet. Broken bones, bleeding lips, burned flesh, a new scar. Each day brought something more. Each night he was tormented in his dreams by nightmares brought on by his own psyche and by the psyche of the pokemon the scientists possessed. When the month was over he was no longer Nelson. His time as the other man is vague and unclear. He remembers very little. He captured morphs mercilessly and with great efficiency. Every order was followed to the letter. That’s all he can place. He remembers a shock of blond hair and glaring blue eyes. This memory is much clearer. He’d been able to break through for a short time and allow this one to escape. Given a few more months he was able to start regaining his psyche. The government noticed, but was lenient. Nelson still feared their strength, and mental scars still lingered. Nelson witnessed the final fall of the DC branch of the morph project. He was moved to New York along with many other morphs. The fighters were made and pushed into their new role. The serum that would allow the rich to become watered-down morphs was developed and handed out consistently. The threat of deathmatch fights was used to keep government morphs in line and doing what they were supposed to. Still, Nelson felt dissent rise in him again as he witnessed the re-creation of what society had just got done shunning. His mind mostly back, his scars healing very slowly, Nelson hatched a plan. He would become the government’s agent and join the rebels and free morphs, but he would not be their slave. He would work in the dark and sew seeds that would lead to the government’s destruction. While he hated the phrase, he decided he would be a double agent. Even if he hadn’t seen him in so long a time, Nelson refused to allow this threat to endanger the one who through all these years stayed close in his heart. [/style]
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accepted.