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Full Name ||  Subject N83920 (Codename: "Ken")

Age || Unknown

Gender || Male

Sexuality || Pansexual

Species || Codename: "The Thing" (The scientists at the lab don't know what he is. He seems to be some sort of indestructible kills whoever watches over him from the inside out)

Powers || Hypnotism- Can cause anyone and anything to follow his command by speaking

Charm- Can cause people to feel intense romantic feelings for him or other people just by thinking about it (although it's more powerful if performed verbally)

Physical Stimulation- Can enhance existing feelings for someone by thinking about it (although it's more powerful if performed verbally)

Immortality: Cannot age, gain new body mass, or lose existing body mass, and cannot be killed via internal damage (disease, virus, failed organ, etc.) 

Deadly Secretions: Any Secretion that comes out of him (Saliva, Sweat, Semen, Snot, etc.) is deadly and causes the organs in the human body to shut down one by one once it enters.

Looks/FC || Gordon Winarick

Personality || Despite years of intense research and observation, Ken is still an enigma. He's a chaotic being that seems to thrive on the suffering of others (he eats people's hearts even though he doesn't need to eat, and he enjoys watching his victims lie on the ground in agony after he poisons them.) At a first glance, he seems nice...almost too nice. He has a small, mischievous smile on his face at all times. He's extremely cheeky and clever and likes playing pranks on the people that are in charge of taking care of him. He seems safe enough to be around and doesn't show any outward hatred towards anyone. 

Getting to know Ken can be tricky. He doesn't exactly hide anything from anyone. It doesn't seem like he has a lot to say about anything to anyone. That's because of one simple reason: He can only talk in commands. (Eg: He can't say "I'm hungry." He can only say "Give me food." He can't say "I'm hot." He can only say "Get me ice/cool me down.") This doesn't matter, however, because he only shows one emotion: happiness. He never frowns or laughs or shows any type of emotion. He just sits in his containment chamber, prim and proper, with the same, unmoving smile on his face. The most unnerving thing about him is his voice. The researchers describe it as "Angelic and light, like a messenger of God speaking to me through him." He's been known to make people forget where they were because of this voice. Because of this, he's been known to manipulate the researchers at the lab into doing what he wants. 

No one ever gets to know Ken. They never live long enough to see the real him. Underneath the handsome face and the cheeky smile lies a monster. A monster that's like nothing humanity has ever faced. There is no logic or thought put into the horrid things that Ken does. He just does them because he can. He's a chaotic being that thrives off of seeing other beings suffer and die. Even after nearly a decade of observing him, scientists have barely begun to crack the surface of what lies underneath Ken's calm demeanor.

Likes || Not much is known about what Ken likes. He puts on an act and pretends to like what the scientists give him to play with, but he doesn't like them at all. The only thing he shows interest in is seeing his victims fall to the ground in pain.

Dislikes || He. HATES. Being. Contained. He could easily escape if he tried, but he prefers to stay in his chamber and let his watchers think they have the upper hand against him.

Occupation || None

Hobby || None

Backstory || Ken has brainwashed the researchers at the plant so much that no one knows what he is or how he got there in the first place. All they know is that he's a mysterious being not of the earth and that it's their job to find out what he is. They refer to him as 'The Thing' since his origins are unknown. Every time someone tries to get a DNA sample of him, their machinery breaks. Every time they try to get a solid answer out of him, they fall into his trap and end up dying a slow and painful death only days later. He's had a long history of forming romantic relations with the men and the women at the research plant. They usually don't last very long...Every time they try to get rid of him, he brainwashes them so that they don't remember who he is or how he got there anymore. It's all one big cycle that never ends.

"...Fall in love with me."

Scenario 1 ||

 Date || Present Day

Location || A Secret Underground Facility

You are the latest researcher for a top-secret lab experiment that even the government doesn't know about. After months of asking for the job, you were finally accepted. The day prior to this, you were asked to gather your things and head out to the lab. A pair of cars showed up at your place of living and escorted you to the underground facility that lied deep under the Arizona desert. 

You walked through the cool, narrow hallways of the laboratory. The establishment looked like something straight out of a Science Fiction movie. Everything was white--the hallways, the doors, the fluorescent lights--and there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt on anything. The sterile scent of humming equipment and needles and serums was in the air. You were asked to wear as much protective clothing as possible for this experiment. You were wearing a thick white lab coat, a white cap over your head, a white mask over your mouth, white gloves on your hands, and clunky, steel-toe white boots. The only parts of your body that weren't covered were your ears. 

You were escorted into a blank room. The room itself was bland. The cubed room was all white. There were no chairs, no tables, no furniture of any kind. It looked like an endless expanse of white...but it wasn't. The only thing that was in the room was a man...An attractive man. His tan skin was so smooth and free of blemishes that it looked like his skin was Photoshopped...in real life. His hooded brown eyes looked dreamy and distant and not all the way there, almost as if he was in two places at once. His honey-colored hair was cut short and swooshed to the side. He was wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of loose white pants. The lighting that shone down from the ceiling hit his cheekbones perfectly from every angle. He looked like an angel. He was sitting in a corner, eyeing you with a smile on his face. Before you can ask about the experiment, you hear the sound of the door closing and locking behind you. The man in the corner does nothing, just sits in the corner and eyes you with a small--almost creepy--smile.

What do you do?

Scenario 2 || 

Make it up!