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| [Introduction]
In the far northern mountains of North Dakota, hidden beneath the snow and silence, there’s a building the world doesn’t know exists. Inside, scientists manipulate DNA in pursuit of cures for humanity’s worst diseases. But among them works a man known only as Dr. D; short for Dr. Dean Velenti. To the world, he’s a pioneer in genetic medicine. To those of us who know better…he’s something else entirely. Dr. D conducts unauthorized experiments on the side. He calls them his “children.” It starts with lies. Expectant parents come in, hoping for a miracle through in vitro fertilization. Dr. D tells some of them that their fertilized eggs were nonviable “defective," he says. He never tells them the truth: their embryos weren’t discarded. They were stolen. Then comes the splicing. Using DNA from animals he carefully selects, Dr. D alters the embryos mixing human and beast, experimenting far beyond ethical boundaries. He spliced 27 embryos in total. Seventeen disappeared without a trace. Four failed completely never making it past the early stages. But six survived. Six of us. We are the successful experiments, each one a fusion of human and animal, built in a lab, born in secret. I know this because… I am one of them. My name is Draven Fox, and I lead what we now call The Genetic Six or G6 if you're nasty  . The truth behind our creation is dark, twisted, and more terrifying than you think. And as our story unfolds, I only hope you’re ready for what we’re about to reveal.Sincerely, Draven Fox Leader of The Genetic Six _____________________________________________________________________ Rules For this campfire 1. If you want to be a part of this campfire then send me an email and I'll send you a list of the possible characters you can be. 2. No killing characters. 3. No major plot twists unless approved by me first. 4. Watch your mouth in here people, stick to the rating. 5. Spelling and Grammar, try to check your addition for any mistakes, though a few is okay we all make typos  6. If you have any questions or need help; email me I'm willing to help anyone. 7. The current names are place holders in case they need to be turned into NPC's. They can be changed for an actual author. 8. You'll be emailed certain info for your character that needs to be added on occasion, so be prepared for that. - - - Draven Fox - Age: 28 - Aka: One - Leader/Tracker Wolf/Fox Hybrid DNA - tracker, strategic, stealth, cunning, leadership - Lonewolf  Sera "Vee" Varanus – Age: 25 - Aka: Two - Second-in-command / Combat Medic Komodo dragon DNA – venomous bite, regenerative healing Mira – Age: 23 - Aka: Three - Infiltrator / Spy / Espionage Octopus DNA – camouflage, shapeshifting skin Everest – Age: 21 - Aka: Four - Tank/Protector/ Heavy Hitter / Shield Grizzly Bear DNA – strength, durability Talon – Age: 21 - Aka: Five - Scout / Aerial Surveillance Peregrine Falcon DNA – flight, telescopic vision Zaeyeon Fox – Age: 18 - Aka: Six - Tech Specialist / Hacker / Powerhouse Electric eel DNA – bioelectricity, tech interfacing - coffeehouse  __________________________________________________________________ Bio format Name: Age: Appearance: History: __________________________________________________________________ |
| Name: Draven Fox Age: 28 Appearance: Standing at 6'1" in his human form, Draven possesses a lean yet powerful build muscles honed like those of a long distance runner or a born predator, built equally for speed and strength. His skin is a deep, warm bronze with rich undertones, smooth but subtly marked along his shoulders and spine with faint, irregular patterns ghostly remnants of the splicing process etched into his flesh. His hair is wild and tousled, a dark auburn shade streaked with black and silver at the tips, catching the light like fur when he begins to shift. His eyes, a striking amber gold, sharpen to slitted pupils when angered or triggered, glowing faintly in the dark with an eerie, animalistic gleam. In his transformed state, Draven towers at 7’1”, his body cloaked in sleek, dark black fur. Across his frame, brown streaks slash in a distinctive V-shaped pattern, a mark of both identity and mutation. His eyes burn brighter an intense amber that flashes silver when the light hits just right, primal and commanding. His clothing is practical and tactical: dark hooded jackets, fitted combat pants, and terrain-ready boots. Around his neck hangs a worn wolf tooth pendant a memento of his brother Gabriel, and one of the few connections to the life he lost. History: Draven had long since stopped counting the days. Time inside the compound blurred; light bled through reinforced glass in predictable intervals, and the air always smelled like steel, antiseptic, and blood. He had grown up within those walls. The facility didn’t raise children. It forged weapons. From the age of six, he’d been drilled like a soldier and studied like a science project. The transformation training started early muscle spasms, blackouts, bones cracking in unnatural ways. Each time he lost control, the scientists would record, measure, and inject something new into his veins. Every shift into his hybrid form became easier and more painful. Every failure brought more punishment. But he learned fast. By the time he turned twelve, he was leading teams of other hybrids in mock battles through steel corridors and brutal obstacle courses. They weren’t games. They were wars, simulations meant to test how efficient the Genetic Six could become under pressure. Some of the others couldn’t take it. Some went feral. Some never returned from “testing.” But Draven always returned. Because Gabriel was waiting. His little brother, barely seven when they spliced him, was gentler, quieter. His transformation took longer, and it hurt him more. Draven had begged them not to touch him, had even offered himself in exchange, but the scientists only laughed. They called it “selective behavioral conditioning.” Torture by another name. Draven never forgot the sound Gabriel made the first time they forced a shift from him half scream, half howl, all pain. That night, something inside Draven snapped. The first escape attempt ended in lockdown. The second in tranquilizers. The third left a scar running from his ribs to his hip. But each time, he learned. Studied patrols. Mapped exits. Waited. Calculated. And on the fourth try, he almost made it. He had Gabriel in his arms. They were two corridors from the perimeter. Sirens screamed behind them. The floodlights turned red. Draven felt bullets zip past his head, heard the barks of the handlers ordering their synthetic hounds to hunt. And then Gabriel was gone. Yanked from his grip in a flash of teeth, shock sticks, and sedatives. Draven roared, transformed mid-run, tore through a wall, but it was too late. He never saw his brother again. Draven did escape that night barely. Bloodied. Changed. Something inside him had fractured and never healed. For the years that followed, he moved like a ghost cold, efficient, mechanical. He studied in shadows, learned to control his abilities with ruthless discipline, but he didn’t speak unless necessary. He didn’t form connections. He didn’t let himself feel. He shadowed the facility and successfully broke five others out with him. Together they disappeared forming the Genetic Six. And for the first time since losing Gabriel, Draven felt something stir beneath the numbness. |
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