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This is a lil story I came up for him, may or may not use it for something if I win him :0 Name: Yin Yang (decided not to change that lol) Past names/aliases: Inkfoot, Subject 476 Gender: male Yin Yang's childhood was mostly an uncomfortable blur. He'd spent the entirety of it in a laboratory, constantly being prodded, observed, and pricked by syringes. There was the occasional joy of seeing another young experiment like him pass by, but those events were rare at the time. Sometimes he would hear the white-coated doctors around him whisper things. "We enhanced vision in his right eye. We didn't think it would turn his pupil white- looks cool though, don't you think?" "This one's a bit of a gem- horns, claws, and tail of gold. Wait 'til boss sees 'em..." As he got older, he could remember spending less time in a lab, and more time in an enclosed school of sorts. He learned the basics of combat and espionage alongside more like him but was kept in the dark about everything else. While his skills flourished, he remained oblivious to the world outside his little facility, having never seen anything past harsh fluorescent lights and bleak white walls. The young subjects were encouraged to talk to each other as little as possible. This was easy for Subject 476, as he'd always been more closed off and shy. Thus, he didn't question it when fellow subjects vanished and were never seen again, because he'd never known them in the first place. Then, one day, a voice reached him. A note passed through a crack in the wall. A whisper through the pipes. A chink in the facility's armor. Scared but curious, he did the voice's bidding, bringing it information every night. It promised to free him. From what? He had no idea, but it intrigued him. He woke up one morning to chaos. The other subjects were gone, scattered around the facility in a state of panic. Alarms were blaring, and strange creatures, unlike any he had seen before, were dashing through the hallways. One stopped to stare at him, and all he could remember before he blacked out was its voice telling him not to panic. When he awoke, he was in a setting completely unfamiliar to him. The walls around him were not white, but made of wood, a material he had only seen in small quantities before. He stumbled outside, limbs stiff, and squinted. How was the ceiling so high? And what was that incredibly bright light? He turned around to see the same creature he'd seen before. His first instinct was to attack it, as he'd been taught to, but something held him back. It introduced itself as Yarrow, and began to explain. He'd been living as an experiment, Yarrow told him, conducted by a rich and secluded individual who aimed to gain power through the results of his projects. He and the other creatures were townspeople from a kingdom nearby, whose ruler had been planning to free the experiments for a while. The world, the stranger told him, was bigger than he had ever imagined. When he finished speaking, he smiled, and to his own surprise, the young experiment smiled back. Over the next few weeks, the townspeople got to know the freed experiments, and gave them names. The newly named Inkfoot quickly learned about his new society, filled with kingdoms and villages, inhabited by citizens called felines and canines, and not test subjects. Soon, his old life was just a shadow, easily ignored. Inkfoot didn't notice it at first, but a year or two later, word of border tensions had begun to emerge. He remained blissfully unaware of the kingdom's political struggles, still not fully understanding the new world he'd been exposed to. Gradually, he noticed the worry of his friend, Yarrow, but paid no attention to it. He didn't even worry when Yarrow and many of the other townspeople disappeared one morning. They'd gone on hunting trips before, and he didn't see why this would be any different. As he waited near the entrance weeks later, eager to see them return, all he saw was a small group of battered, tired soldiers. No Yarrow. Over the next few weeks, his temperament completely changed. This was his first time facing the sorrows of the real world, things he'd never grasped before. He grew dark and resentful, spending entire days alone and mourning. He wished he'd gone in Yarrow's place- after all, he'd spent much of his life training to fight. He'd let his best friend die, and done nothing. Eventually, the grief grew to be too much for him. He ran off, seeking solitude from the worried townspeople, into the forests. He quickly got lost, of course. After all, he had rarely left the village, and didn't know how to survive in the wilderness. He felt no urge to return to his home, however, and continued to run blindly, traveling far away from familiar areas. The exhaustion got to him after some time, despite his increased stamina due to years of experimentation, and he eventually tripped and fell, banging his head on an oak tree and passing out. (continued below)