Name: subject # 3078, he calls himself 'Keegan' but he has no idea why
Gender: male
Human Looks: unknown
X Pokes Looks: Standing straight up 5'9" tall, standing normally (hunched) 4'7", legs are proportionately humanoid but more closely resemble a gorilla's than a human's legs, apposable thumb on each padded foot, two fully functional pairs of arms (one at the shoulders like a normal creature and one mid-torso), the hands are longer and thinner than a humans as are the upper pair of arms, his head is shaped exactly like a lemur's only it is in scale to his body size, his large and reflective eyes have no whites and the pupil's are an eery silver while the iris' are a goldish grey, his body is covered in short simian-like fur that is jet black in color save for two blue streaks under each eye down the side of the head and one similar blue stripe down the center of his back, a long and thin furry tail that is surprisingly strong, his body is very flexible and slender
Type: Ghost/Dark
Attacks: 3.
Shadowlord- he can control another being by vanishing into it's shadow (ghost, dark, and very strong psychic pokemon are immune as are individuals with extremely strong will)
Shadowstrike- he can travel through shadows at will over a 2 mile radius allowing him to make several quick but powerful strikes from completely unexpected directions
Phantom Explosion- similar to explosion except it doesn't knock him out and the energy released in all directions is a mixture of both ghost and dark energy (he can't use energy related attacks after using this for several minutes
Personality: angry, confused, always ready to fight (especially when someone is being abused)
Relationship: open
History: unknown. Keegan has no memories beyond the various tanks he was kept in.
Memory: Not a memory perse' but he has a recurring dream about two people arguing heatedly over something. All he can see in the dream are their shadows. The smaller person is threatening the bigger one somehow and then tries to leave. The bigger person grabs the smaller, they struggle, then he hears the crashing of glass followed by an inhuman scream of pain. That's when he always wakes up.
Other:



subject #3078


The mind was blurred, disoriented. It was like being cast adrift at sea. Sometimes a hint of vision would return and something could be seen. Hazed in hues of green and brown but beyond, tubes of varying size, equipment, people in white coats. It was all very much like a dream and seemed so distant and unreal. Yet, it was all the mind knew. All the mind ever knew so far as it felt and yet that seemed wrong somehow. Like there should be something more.

A flash of light and suddenly the mind became aware. He was not just next to many tubes but was in one. One of a row of many. And as he struggled to grip the reality around him he could hear the cracking of glass. The tubes would no longer confine beings kept of such rage.

Rage! Suddenly it gripped him like a blanket wrapped around a cold child. Where was he? How did he come ot be in such a confined and unpleasant state? A lab rat, caged at the mercy of so called scientists to study and prod over as if he were no more than a piece of stone. And more than anything else, what was he?

He looked down at his body through the brownish and greenish haze of the liquid surrounding him. First he saw one pair of hands raised up in front of him. Then, a second pair presented themselves below that. A swish and suddenly a tail presented itself in his peripheral vision. Nothing had such dimensions. He was a freak. A construct of someone's imagination. But who could ever make such a being? Who could be so cruel as to introduce a creature so alien and unacceptable to the world.

Rage grabbed hold of him and filled him to the brim. His jaw opened and a gurgling came out that shook the very glass. It must have been the mightiest roar anything his size could manage as the glass started to crack from the vibration of it. All at once he could no longer hold back the building sensations within and he slammed all four fists into the side of the tube. The glass burst outward, flooding the floor around like a dam had just been let loose.

As he drew breath for the first time he examined everything around himself. His chest pounded with fury and anxiety. He spotted several other creatures, other abominations to the world. What was he? What were any of them?

Then he saw a white coat, pounding at a large metal door that seemed to have sealed the large room they were all in. The white coats......had they done this to him? To all of them? Were they responsible? And suddenly, there was an outlet ofr all of the rage that boiled inside.

He leapt across the room like a lion that had cornered it's prey. All four fists came down onto the back of the white coat and it slumped to the ground under the blow. His tail snaked around and grabbed the leg of the white coat. With a mighty swish the white coat was hurled clear across the room by his tail.

He then paused to look at the metal door. It was too large and too heavy for anything to budge it but he had to get out. He had to escape and there was no other exit to the room. Just as he had thought that he sank into the floor, into the shadow of one of the other creatures that had walked up behind him.

He couldn't comprehend how he did it, at least not yet, but somehow he had appeared behind a person in black clothes just on the other side of the door he had been staring at. He was standing on the persons shadow which was cast by the flashing red lights above the door.

"What is that?" a voice from behind him blurted and he could hear a clicking sound.

On instinct, his tail snaked back and wrapped itself around a persons ankle. He yanked and the person was pulled off his feet. A loud and rapid bursting sound emitted from the person. The black clothes in front of him turned at the sound of bursting and pointed something at him. Clips of fire seemed to burst from the tip of it and suddenly there was a burning pain in his shoulder.

His anger took him and his hands reached out to grab the weapon form the black clothes. It was flung behind him down the hall. He grabbed the black clothes with his right hands and slammed the person into the wall. Following through the motion his left hands pounded into the black clothes' side.

He turned and threw the black clothes down the hall but that didn't seem enough for the pain he felt. As before he suddenly sank into the floor. Once again he appeared from the black clothes shadow but this time he was ready. The black clothes was in midair halfway down the hall. He sprung up from the ground and all four fists rammed into the black clothes' gut, slamming the person into the ceiling.

Just as his fists were raised, prepared to deliver more punishment, he heard banging down the hall. It was the metal door he had somehow appeared on the other side of. Of course, he had gotten past it but the other creatures were still trapped behind it. He couldn't leave them behind to such evil beings as the white coats and the black clothes with the bursting weapons.

He ran back to the door, using his lower pair of arms to almost double his speed. It seemed he was equally gifted running on four limbs as two. He stopped and started to examine the door carefully. Somehow he had to find a way to open it. He couldn't leave anything else at the mercy of whatever butchers had created him.