The Einherjar Project (Starts, mature, somewhat dark)
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Name: Gabe Garrett
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Looks: 6'4" tall and, prior to the project, rather overweight, though the project removed all of the fat and left him looking quite muscular. His hair is a rather dusty-looking black, which lacks the shine of normal hair, and is cut rather short. His eyes are very dark brown, and against his pale skin, for his genetics do not support tanning, his eyes sometimes look the same color as his hair.
Personality: Calm and sure of himself, but not confident enough to display anything he belives he is skilled at. Generally gentle and quiet, he does have a limit to his patience and tends to toss people by their necks in the process, though if he doesn't think he can toss them, he just lays a punch across the side of their head. Gabe is smarter than most people think, but his mind is always busy.
History: Gabe grew up in a middle-class home, and had a rather average childhood, though despite his size, he dissapointed many coaches by refusing to participate in football or wrestling. He much preferred hapkido, which he did very well at until he graduated, when he ended up working in a factory building construction equipment, which made him grow stronger, but his appetite increased suddenly and he began eating more food than he needed, gaining quite a bit of weight. He had been working for nearly six years when he was involved in an accident. He had been standing between a railing and a grinding machine, when the crane above the machine broke and bent Gabe backwards over the rail, breaking his back and cutting up his chest. He was rushed to the hospital, and that was where he was abducted.
Codename: Magni
Other: He's rather pleased that he's not fat anymore, and that he can walk, which he didn't expect after the accident.
Gabe Garrett: Magni
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I awoke, though out of habit, I did so cautiously, keeping my eyes closed. Now that I was awake, however, I wondered how I could've fallen asleep, especially with that damned irritating humming noise...humming noise? I opened my eyes quickly, remembering the crane. I looked around, somewhat frantically, wondering what hospital I was in. It was only after a few seconds that I realized that I couldn't be in a hospital, and in fact, I couldn't even be me! I could see past my stomach for the first time in years, I had to be dreaming. But again, if I were dreaming, I would have to be asleep. So where was I really? Thinking overmuch caused me to give up on figuring out what was going on, and instead, I decided to at least see what I was getting into. Looking around a rather dull room, similar to a hospital, really, I could see myself and several others lying in odd pod-type objects. Rather like the beds in an intensive care unit, I noticed. The lack of personnel and specifically medical equipment led me to believe that, while this location appeared to be a hospital room, it was most definitely not. Although, considering that everyone in the room, including myself, was naked, I most likely should've been able to realize that it wasn't a hospital simply by the fact that no one had been given those irritating gowns. It wasn't but a few seconds after my realization of nakedness that someone else had theirs, for a scream of surprise shot through the small room. A rather ominous laugh followed, and itself was followed by the same voice, feigning an appology.
"Sorry about that, but, you don't exactly need clothes to stay warm anymore," he said, with a slight pause, "Now, I bet you're all wondering what's going on." More a statement than a question, it seemed to signal an entire wall to move to the side, revealing a large observation window with a somewhat elderly man bearing an eyepatch--presumeably the speaker--watching from among a small group of people behind the glass. The voice of the scream I had heard earlier then made it quite clear that she--for I could now see her--was extremely upset with this turn of events. Unfortunately, as is often the case with people in charge, indignation brought about explanation. "Utilizing the provisions made by a bill passed by congress, the military has organized a project to test the effectiveness of the potential of combat cyborgs. Your bodies are now almost completely artificial, save for the brain and some necessary nerve bundles. You're lucky, most of you would have died if not for our timely intervention." He explained, a vindictive grin creeping to his lips even as he spoke "And before you go thinking about trying to fight back or kill yourselves, if you run off, we'll detonate a very small yield explosive that is planted next to your brain, and if you try to kill yourselves, remember, we know where your families live. Now, prepare yourselves, for your training will be implemented soon. Fetch your uniforms in the now open room, please."
The explanation, though frustrating, did provide me with some fairly useful insight. I now knew, at least, that I wasn't dreaming, and that I had been in an accident at work, and now I was a military cyborg...could be worse, at least now I wasn't fat. I got out of the pod I was in, and walked with the others in the room to another recently opened portion of wall and retreived a standard military jungle camo uniform with my name and the callsign 'Magni' stitched on it, and calmly suited up. No use getting worked up over what has already been done and what cannot be helped, I supposed. After getting dressed, I looked over to the girl I'd seemed before, and seemingly, the only female of the lot. I fleetingly wondered if that meant women had fewer accidents. She was quite young--too young for the military, certainly--but the look in her eye showed that she was not to be trifled with. I also noticed a young man, not much older than the girl, who was quite twitchy and unnerved, it seemed. Two young people who were the complete opposite on first observation...quite the interesting prospect if this group of ours was to perform military squad tasks. The other two also seemed rather opposite--one seeming to be a pretty-boy while the other was the average-joe--though they both apeared to have a slight military edge to them already. Oddly enough, I thought, those two would be the most likely to cause problems...
