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Plot:

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OK then, here is the could-be plot.

There is a company in NY that has been recently founded by a scientist. The work to create fabricated animals, an animal created from 2 different animals' DNA threads. They have recently found a way to use this method on people, and since the fabricated species are so popular, many signed up to have it done on them. After two teens had it done, they realized something had gone wrong with it.

Their animal side was struggling to become the dominant one, the one that would drive out the human in them. It became an everyday struggle just to stay humaniod.

A group was dedicated to wiping out the company, and when they found out about the mistake on the two teens, they formed a mob. They were aginst fabrications in the first place, but this had driven them over the edge. They set out to either contain or kill the two teens, thinking it was for the greater good. They left NY, soon chased and hunted.

What will happen to them? How can they stay human, survive, and somehow make it so where they canm live in peace, all at the smae time?



Bio Format:

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Gender:
Age:
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My Bio(s):

Name: Amaya
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Breed: Lynx
Personality: Will develop in Role-play
Description: She has sandy hair that reaches about to the bottom of her ribs, normally worn loose, sometimes in a ponytail. She has stormy grey eyes and a tanned skin tone. She is slim and tall.

Ok, now we can start. SHould we type in text colors, or keep it black?

Ok. Now we can start.


Amaya looked at the people around her, the bench pressing into her back. They all showed signs of the animal that they were now part of, some having ears, others tails, some even having fur. She stuck out, looked like she belonged somewhere else, all because she looked human. She struggled not to hiss and stalk back and forth angrily, keeping her animal side under control. She kicked at the ground, scowling. Why sis her operation have to go wrong? All of the others had been fabricated perfectly, and she was the freak. Only one other was like her, no one else understood.

Amaya let her sandy hair slip free from behind her ear, and it framed her face from the view of the normal people that surrounded her. She stared at the curtain of her hair angrily and lonely, her tail frame bent over her knees. What could've gone so wrong with her fabracation process? Everything seemed normal when she was there, and still awake. She let out an angry and lonel sigh, putting all of her turmoiled emotions into that one breath.

Amaya lifted her head, brushing her sandy hair back. She noted that he was like her. THe only one who understood.

"Hey," AMaya greeted in return, her voice soft, hiding any trace of the anger and sorrow that built up in her over time.

"I'm Amaya," she said, giving a small smile at him. "It's nice to meet someone who understands how hard it can be, being different," she added, her voice continuing to speak softly and lightly.

AMaya smiled a bit wider, her grey eyes relaxed. "So, what animal are you fabricated with? I'm part lynx," she said. "NOt that you can tell."

Amaya shrugged. "Maybe. But whenever I get to angry, it gets even harder to keep the animal in me under control," she said, a tiny hint of frustration creeping into her normally soft and level voice. She fough down the urge to hiss.