Justlovely
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- Dec 1, 2006
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I am perhaps the greatest creation the government has every made. The perfect warrior. Incredible strength, cat- like reflexes, unmatchable grace, and even beyond my warrior abilities, absolute beauty. To an onlooker, I am perfection. Every part of body is genetically engineered to be faultless. To men, I am irresistible and unstoppable. To women, I am their husband’s or their boyfriend’s fantasy. To me, I am a normal 19 year old who just happens to be able to kick ass.
I’m Alexia. Or to the defense department, I’m GAH-5711. I don’t have any parents or any outstanding childhood memories. I was created in a test tube and raised in a secret government agency. I’ve trained with the best soldiers the government has to offer and have kicked their asses on more than one occasion. I have never had a normal life and I’m beginning to think normal is vastly overrated. I mean, how many teenagers get say they assassinate foreign dictators and take out terrorists on a daily basis? Not many.
There is one flaw to my perfection. I’m human. Genetically altered, but very much still human. I have human emotions and experience many things that teenage girls go through. Except that they get to go through their hormone- driven lives in high school were they can go on dates and do normal stuff. My handler says that regular teenage boys would not be able to handle my abilities or urges. You see, along with my cat- like abilities comes another cat- like characteristic. I tend to go into heat. This means I have very strong sexual urges and have to fulfill them or I feel like I’m going to explode. This isn’t really so bad because I manage to control it, but all I have around here are government agents. Old government agents. Not my idea of a party. But from what I’m told, that’s about to change.
“Now, Alexia, I need to introduce you to another member of our task force and I want you to be nice. ”, says my handler as he leads me down the hallway. I blow a bubble with my gum and pop it, saying, “I’m always nice.”
My handler laughs and says, “Just like when you put Agent Matthews in a headlock for ten minutes because he scuffed your boot.”
I resent that and reply, “Hey! They were my new ones.” I roll my eyes and continue to walk down the hall to the briefing room.
When we arrive at the briefing room, the meeting has begun and everyone is facing the front of the room, listening to the chief. The chief notices me entering and stops mid- sentence, “Ah, Alexia, so glad you could make it. I want you to meet GAH- 5712.”
My jaw drops as the chair at the end of the table turns towards me and reveals….perfection….in male form.
He stands and says, “You can call me Tyler.”
OOC: So I need my perfection in male form. PM me if you're interested with a profile.
Name: Alexia
Age: 19
Hair: Long, brown, with soft waves.
Eyes: Bright green
Body: Perfect
Signifying marks: barcode on the right wrist
I’m Alexia. Or to the defense department, I’m GAH-5711. I don’t have any parents or any outstanding childhood memories. I was created in a test tube and raised in a secret government agency. I’ve trained with the best soldiers the government has to offer and have kicked their asses on more than one occasion. I have never had a normal life and I’m beginning to think normal is vastly overrated. I mean, how many teenagers get say they assassinate foreign dictators and take out terrorists on a daily basis? Not many.
There is one flaw to my perfection. I’m human. Genetically altered, but very much still human. I have human emotions and experience many things that teenage girls go through. Except that they get to go through their hormone- driven lives in high school were they can go on dates and do normal stuff. My handler says that regular teenage boys would not be able to handle my abilities or urges. You see, along with my cat- like abilities comes another cat- like characteristic. I tend to go into heat. This means I have very strong sexual urges and have to fulfill them or I feel like I’m going to explode. This isn’t really so bad because I manage to control it, but all I have around here are government agents. Old government agents. Not my idea of a party. But from what I’m told, that’s about to change.
“Now, Alexia, I need to introduce you to another member of our task force and I want you to be nice. ”, says my handler as he leads me down the hallway. I blow a bubble with my gum and pop it, saying, “I’m always nice.”
My handler laughs and says, “Just like when you put Agent Matthews in a headlock for ten minutes because he scuffed your boot.”
I resent that and reply, “Hey! They were my new ones.” I roll my eyes and continue to walk down the hall to the briefing room.
When we arrive at the briefing room, the meeting has begun and everyone is facing the front of the room, listening to the chief. The chief notices me entering and stops mid- sentence, “Ah, Alexia, so glad you could make it. I want you to meet GAH- 5712.”
My jaw drops as the chair at the end of the table turns towards me and reveals….perfection….in male form.
He stands and says, “You can call me Tyler.”
OOC: So I need my perfection in male form. PM me if you're interested with a profile.
Name: Alexia
Age: 19
Hair: Long, brown, with soft waves.
Eyes: Bright green
Body: Perfect
Signifying marks: barcode on the right wrist