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Draven Fox forges a new family to fight the war against Dr. D |
[Introduction]  It started with six of us. Six families torn apart by the arrogance of a man who fancied himself a god. Dr. Dean Velenti "Dr. D" as he called himself; decided that human DNA wasn't enough. So he spliced ours with that of animals, twisting our bodies, rewriting our futures, and creating something the world was never meant to see. That something...was us. We were children; unwilling, unknowing. Test subjects. Creations. Weapons. Survivors. My name is Draven Fox, once the leader of the original Genetic Six; now the head of a new movement: G6 Unlimited. What began as six has grown. We are many now. Not just survivors, but fighters, thinkers, builders, each of us shaped by our past, but no longer chained to it. After the events in North Dakota; after the fire, the blood, and the truth that finally made it to daylight...we scattered. Each of us tried to forge a life outside the shadows. Some succeeded. Some didn't. It’s been ten long years since that day, and though the scars have faded on the surface, they run deep beneath. The government knows everything now. The Genetic Six are no longer secrets. The practice of gene-splicing has been outlawed...at least on paper. But there are still whispers in high places. People in power who want the research revived. Refined. Controlled. And none louder than Cameron Frost. We’ve seen what “volunteer-based” experimentation looks like. We lived it. And we’ll die before we let it happen again. They thought they buried us. They thought we’d fade away. But we’re still here. And this time, we’re not running. This time...we’re taking control. Rules For this campfire 1. If you want to be a part of this campfire then send me an email and I'll send you a list of the possible characters you can be. 2. No killing characters unless approved by me. 3. I have a plan, so major plot twists unless approved by me first. 4. Watch your mouth in here people, stick to the rating. 5. Spelling and Grammar, try to check your addition for any mistakes, though a few is okay we all make typos  6. If you have any questions or need help; email me I'm willing to help anyone. 7. You'll be emailed certain info for your character that needs to be added on occasion, so be prepared for that. 8. Do your best to add a quality addition. 500 is the minimum. 9. IF, after you've contacted me and asked for inspiration, but found nothing working for you, skip yourself or ask to be skipped. 10. Everyone has 2 days to add their addition before being auto skipped; even me. Characters Draven Fox - Age: 28 - Aka: One - Leader/Tracker Dire Wolf/Fox Hybrid DNA - tracker, strategic, stealth, cunning, leadership - Lonewolf  Zaeyeon Fox – Age: 18 - Aka: Six - Tech Specialist / Hacker / Powerhouse Electric eel DNA – bioelectricity, tech interfacing - coffeehouse 
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Name: Draven Fox Age: 28 Species: Human Animal Hybrid (Dire Wolf / Red Fox / Bengal Tiger) Appearance: In his human form, Draven stands at 6'1", lean yet powerfully built like a distance runner or apex predator. His musculature is honed for both speed and strength. His skin is a deep, warm bronze with rich undertones, etched with faint, irregular patterning across his shoulders and spine; ghostly remnants of the splicing process. His wild, tousled hair is dark auburn, streaked with black and silver at the tips. His piercing amber gold eyes become slitted and reflective when angered, glowing eerily in low light. In full hybrid form, Draven reaches 7'1", his frame cloaked in sleek black fur with distinctive brown V-shaped streaks. His tiger DNA makes him even more muscular and imposing than standard hybrids, his claws are thicker, his bones denser, and his roar carries a paralyzing resonance. His eyes burn amber, flashing silver under the right light. His clothing is practical and tactical: dark hooded jackets, fitted combat pants, and terrain ready boots. Around his neck hangs a worn wolf tooth pendant a memento of his brother Gabriel, and one of the few connections to the life he lost |
| Name: Zaeyeon "Six" Fox Age: 18 Species: Human-Animal Hybrid (Electric Eel DNA) Appearance: Zaeyeon stands at 5'8" with a strong, athletic build compact and agile, with quick reflexes and sharp eyes. Her skin is a smooth mahogany-copper tone with a faint bluish shimmer when viewed under certain light, especially when her bioelectric abilities activate. Raised scars resembling lightning bolt filaments run faintly along her arms and down her back evidence of her early conditioning and the energy channels etched into her flesh by experimentation. Her hair is jet black and often worn in a high braid or under a hood, though it occasionally flares with static when her emotions spike. Her eyes are bright steel-blue, and in moments of heightened charge, they pulse faintly like circuit nodes. She usually wears tactically flexible armored jumpsuits embedded with conductive fibers, gloves with interface pads, and a modified visor headset she built herself to link with comms, drones, and hacked surveillance systems. In her downtime she often wears a black hoodie with a glowing blue seam lining her own nod to stealth. In her transformed state, Zaeyeon's body becomes more conductive and luminous. Her skin radiates a faint bioluminescent glow along her veins and scars, and her hands emit arcs of crackling electricity. Thin, fin-like ridges protrude slightly from her forearms and spine, allowing for discharge modulation and heightened environmental awareness, especially in water or metal-rich environments. She can release directed shocks, overcharge tech systems with her touch, or use her body like a living battery. In full combat charge, the surrounding air becomes ionized and carries a faint scent of ozone. |
| I used to count the days by the sound of footsteps outside the reinforced glass of my cell. Heavy boots. A pause. The hiss of the lock disengaging. The door opening. A clipboard. A syringe. That’s how you tell time when your childhood is spent in a cage. They called us many things: Subjects. Assets. Weapons. We called ourselves something else: The Genetic Six We didn’t ask for the animal DNA they stitched into us. We didn’t ask to become something the world wasn’t ready for something we weren’t ready for either. We weren’t born monsters. They made us this way, under flickering fluorescent lights that smelled of bleach, blood, and burning hair as our bodies twisted and screamed themselves into something new. When the compound fell in North Dakota, the truth came out. The world finally saw what we were. The government stood in front of cameras, swore it was over, swore it was wrong, swore it would never happen again. Gene splicing was outlawed. They buried the science, buried the bodies, and buried us in silence. But not everyone was content to let the past stay dead. They think the experiment ended with us. But you can’t kill a ghost, and you can’t bury fire. And some people in power want to finish what was started. My name is Draven Fox, leader of the G6 Unlimited. And this is the story of how the past never lets you go and how sometimes, you have to burn it down before it takes everything you love again.   The rain fell like whispers over Seattle’s rotting rooftops, soft and constant, as if the sky itself was afraid to raise its voice in this city of neon decay and quiet hunger. Draven crouched on the edge of a water-streaked rooftop, the dark hood of his jacket pulled low, eyes scanning the street below where steam rose from manhole covers like the last breath of the world. His ears picked up the hum of distant neon, the soft rumble of a generator, the crackle of a power junction failing two blocks down. It wasn’t the city he was listening for. It was her. Zaeyeon “Six” Fox She was supposed to be in hiding. She had been for years, living like a ghost in the wires, dropping rumors, hacking dark networks, vanishing before anyone could catch her scent. But she wasn’t as invisible as she thought. Draven knew her pulse in the circuits, her breath in the static. She was family. The only family he had left. And she was in pain. He moved quietly down the fire escape, boots silent against rusted metal, until he reached the street. The old telecom tower loomed above him, dark and gutted, an abandoned corpse of a building. But deep inside, he could feel the prickle on the back of his neck, the static in the air. Zaeyeon was here. He found her three floors up, in a half collapsed server room lit by flickering blue screens and the faint glow of her bioluminescent veins. Her back was to him; black hair pulled into a high braid that sparked at the tips. She was elbow deep in a fried console, electricity dancing from her fingers, lighting up dead wires. “You’re getting sloppy,” Draven said. She didn’t turn. “Or maybe I wanted you to find me.” Lightning pulsed along her arm, and the screen in front of her flickered to life, dancing with lines of code, security camera feeds, names. One name pulsed red: CAMERON FROST “Tell me you’re not going after him alone,” Draven said. Zaeyeon let out a brittle laugh that cracked like glass. “He’s pushing for a new ‘volunteer’ gene program. You know what that means, Draven.” “I know exactly what it means.” She turned to face him, her storm gray eyes bright and pained, ringed with blue light. Her face was tired, older than her eight-teen years, with the kind of exhaustion that comes from carrying your blood like a curse. “Do you ever think about who we are?” she asked quietly. “What we’re made of?” “All the time,” Draven said. She looked away, jaw tight. “You weren’t created by the man who tortured you. I was. I’m his daughter, Draven. I’m what he made me.” Draven took a slow step forward, lowering his hood. His amber eyes met hers, steady and unflinching. “I don’t care who made you,” he said. “You’re my sister. And you don’t have to face this alone.” Zaeyeon’s hands trembled, and the lights flickered around them as the power inside her slipped. “I don’t want to be his legacy.” “You’re not,” Draven said. “We are.” They stood in silence, the only sound being the rain tapping against shattered windows. Draven reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. There was a shock, a crackle of electricity, but he didn’t let go. “Frost wants to bring the program back. We’re going to stop him.” Zaeyeon looked at him, blinking hard, and for a moment, the lightning in her eyes softened. “Then let’s burn it all down,” she whispered. Draven nodded. Outside, the rain fell harder, and the city below seemed to hold its breath. |
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