Name: Sakura but everyone usually calls her Cross.
Subject Number: X0001
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Subject or staff: Subject
Appearance: Cross (See why she's called Cross?) Ignore the wings and crown thing in her hair...
Personality: Usually she acts a bit unstable, she doesn't trust easily and will often scream and attack if someone gets into her 'bubble'; which is basically to her to close for comfort. She tends to ramble on about pointless things, and will always talk about things that never happened. Though, there are moment where she is completely normal, but that’s only after someone’s finally gotten her to focus.
Weapon: N/A
Power: Guardian- Cross can turn into a white tiger like creature like black dragon wings, and two long protruding horns coming from its head. It's a horribly painful experience, and Cross can't control herself when in the form. It only comes when she is extremely scared; however, a chip embedded into her left shoulder prevents her from changing unless the 'boss' says so.
History: Sakura had always been different, when she was little, she wouldn't hang around with other children, she would go and hang around with a particular white cat she named "Gemini". Her parents worried about her, because she would speak to the cat like it could understand.
When she reached 13, she only got worse, she began to exhibit odd behaviour, and she would hiss and snarl at anyone who would get to close. And while she was a rather chubby child when she was young, her body began to loose weight at an incredible rate. All the while, she would hang around with Gemini. On her 14th birthday, she lost the ability to focus; she would laugh at sad things, and cry when something wonderful happened. Soon enough she locked herself in her room, and barely ever ate.
It was when she was 15 that it finally happened: her father had been yelling, and her mind snapped. Her body morphed into the tiger creature. It’s when she was human again, that she saw her father horribly murdered and her mother hiding behind strange men.
Relations: Er... Friends with Lost, Reed, Cameron, and... knows Ryoss.
Other: It takes a lot to get her to focus; usually she'll have to stare at it for a while before she even makes a comment on it. That usually requires people holding her head towards the thing. And she’s always had a thing for animals, especially cats.
+Cross+
[font=Arial Narrow][color=lilac]Laughter… A sort of sick laughter emulated throughout her small little cell as her body quivered, and tossed back in forth. Her face pressed up against the concrete wall whilst she laughed. Her lower lip quivering as she drowned out her laughter with light sobbing. She wasn’t happy, nor was she sad. In fact, she wasn’t really anything, just another case of insanity; trapped in a small cell that made her case even worse. The Cell was in her bubble… She hated when things were in her bubble…
But she began to laugh again, as she placed her hands over her ears; trying to drown out the echoing of her own voice, she found something hysterical, but what it was, was a mystery to her and everyone else.
“The bed is more comfy…” She snorted, bursting into full blown laughter again when she looked at the simple contraption only inches away from the corner she was quivering in. “But its so far away..” Her voice was light and happy, but tears poured down her slightly redden cheeks as she banged her head against the wall just once.
Her name was Cross, and she made is quite apparent; as she wrote it in her own blood all over her cell walls, along with many actual Crosses, though, everyone doubt if she new the significance of them. They’d be right in their assumption; they were nothing but a reminder of the name everyone had placed on her.
Her eyes quickly shot over to the direction of noise, it was a door closing, not a cell door, but the white doors that lead to this part of the facility. She smirked smugly before her eyes focused on the ceiling of her cell.
“Have you been a bad girl Cross?” She asked herself, mocking the usual tone of her torturers. She smiled again, shaking her head. Staring at her simple bed, she frowned. “What a simple thing…” Her foot flung out, slamming into the metal frame of her ‘nest’ that made a loud clanking echo throughout the hallways. “He he… Broken bones!”
She giggled, scurrying quickly over to the other corner when one of the guards came to her cell, looking in at her. She whimpered, tears again went streaming down her cheeks when the man looked at her, his eyes were full of hate towards her, but as wandered away, she smiled.
“A butterfly with no wings!” She exclaimed the world around her, remaining in the corner, while her body twitched and tossed. “… Isn’t very pretty at all…”