Feral Heart

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Name: Subject 18; Tobias (Hopefully his number is acceptable. Will change if not.)
Age: Unspecified; Most likely an adult.
Species: Subject 18 is a an overall mix of species that he has been experimented with over the years. His main bloodlines lay with the jackals, yet he has been mixed with several other canine and feline species, but they have tried some herbivore species such as deer.
Experiment or Free: Experiment.

Personality: After years of being tested on an mutilated, Tobias has turned into a quiet soul who will not speak unless spoken to. Memories of the past only bring pain to his heart and hope for the future, though he only knows it will get worse. He is no longer the frightened creature who whimpered every night wanting out, he is now the brave heart who will not take failure as an option. Don't let his quiet self fool you, as he probably has already learned more about you than you think, just by observing. Something he has gained skill in over the years spent in a cage.

Brief history: Tobias was born in the outer deserts of Egypt, living life as any jackal would scavenging the land for any possible sign of food. His days as a young jackal were filled with adventure as well as curiosity that no one would ever understand. He was lectured by his elders often, to not follow curiosity to its extent or there would be consequences. Tobias listened for years, but was never satisfied with the small patch of desert to explore that was populated with jackals of his kind. So, he set out and eventually came in contact with the many humans who lived around the perimeter of his old territory, which is where it all began.

One summer's evening he was eating the left over scraps that a meat vendor was handing, as he was starving, weak, exhausted. Little did he know that he was the prey, the meat the bait, and the vender the predator. The meat had been injected with a medicine that would temporarily put Tobias to sleep, which it did and the next thing he remembers is waking up on a cold metallic table, tagged with the name 'Subject 18'. His identity was gone, just like that. And soon enough he began to forget who he even was.

Many years have passed, and 18 has been tested on so many things that not even he can recall what he has been used for, unless someone is able to go into his files. With more and more deaths and testing,18 only wants to be free and away from the the tester's grasp. All he needs is a perfect chance for a get away.


((When I have the time and patience, hopefully a preset will be made so I can provide a screenshot.))

@Tangle: Well its good to hear that this RP will continue on. I've missed it greatly.
Just let me know when the next in game RP takes place so I can see if I am able to go on c:

(Hrm, for some reason this isn't show up in my "updated topics"...)

Anyways, (late--) welcome back Tangle!
My golly has it been awhile. Hopefully this Rp is still up and going.

"Good, good." He sat beside the apprentice, ears perked incase someone unexpected had decided to follow. "Ha. Well at least you can blend with the surface of the streams, and the boulders that line the shores," he said, offering a slight smile turning his gaze to the stars. "You know, sometimes I wonder what its like to swim, and feel the water lick your pelt."

(WOW--- Super Extra Short!)

Duststripe tail swished below him as a slight smirk appeared across his muzzle. He sat high in the shadows of a thick pine branch staring at the clearing below. The apprentice from the gathering from the gathering had now entered and was waiting, as if she had not seem him. "I'm guessing you didn't dare to look at your surroundings," he called from above making his presence announced. He leaped from the tree and landed on all fours, striding over to Morningpaw. "And you weren't followed, correct?"