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CHAPTER ONE --[A./F.ools/E.rrand]+

The further you traveled, the more desolate the landscape became. Folks had warned, begged and then eventually laughed at your silly whim. Why did you wish to see the wastes? You knew there was nothing out there. You knew it lead only towards death. However... something had pulled at you in your sleep. Something had come to you in your dreams. A hazard, a call. And foolish you, you chose to answer it.

Weeks had passed since your last live town sighting, and since then... nothing.

A vast wasteland of dust pored out before you. Eventually swallowed you. And you stood alone. The burning wind that blew past your covered face threatened to over come your will, your strong will to survive. And then, the horizon broke.

And a city of rubble stood in your wake.

An illusion, surly a trick, you thought yourself mad. Thou as you drew ever closer, the image did not fade, no, it became more real until you found yourself standing in the midst of something from ledgend... Outstretched before you now lies a city disfigured by some unknown disaster. Your pulse quickens, your thoughts race.

I have found it... a city lost in the wastes...

+[S.ome/T.hings/R./B.est/L.eft/L.ost]--

Taking to the streets immediately your eyes how they did wander. Building to broken building, your heart ready to leap from its prison. Unwelcomely the burning wind wielding age old dust blew almost effortlessly thru this morbid utopia, causing the holes and hollows to whistle slightly, an erie tune foreshadowing the un-comforts to come.

The first solid structure you drag your blistered feet across once outside the heap of rubble happens to be a train station settled on the edge of the tired city scape. The dust has found its way here too, you note, thou it would be strange only if it had not. The broken down metallic snake that at one time had ruled the tracks you now stand on, sits lifeless, its rail way slowly disintegrateing beneath it damning it to an eternity of motionless sorrow.

As the wind blows, a groan is omitted from the large wreck sending a chill down your spine. Making haste you quickly climb the embankment wishing to be as far from the train as possible.

Your progress is once again halted as you break your stride atop the dusty hills crest.

Over the hill rested a massive factory. Solid in the relentless gale that was the wastelands charm. You had not noticed at the time, for you had been to busy rushing to the rocky safety, however - faint puffs of smoke had lifted from the pipes up top, that had been swallowed by the wind the moment they broke free.

Closing in on the massive

building you rushed into the

first door you were able to

push open. Lifted your gaze.

An extremely small hallway

with only one direction to go,

up. The stairs were old an

looked as if they mite not

hold your weight, however you

decided it was your only

option... up you went.

CHAPTER TWO --[I.ndustrial/W.onderland]+

The inside is an utter mess.

You gaze apprehensively around the room not wishing to contract any age old viruses from the twisted heaps of metal scattered about. The floor - where visible - housed puddles of stagnant rain waters, the air thick with the rotten stench. Wishing to inhale the noxious fumes no longer you make haste, carefully avoiding the jagged wires that line the path, and skillfully leaping over the puddles of filth.

The only door way you are able to push thru this time leads to a rather rude surprise. For both you, and your host.

As the door gives way under your crushing body slam, it begins to swing effortlessly open before running into something that - from the sound of it - was soft. A clatter on the other side is heard before you are able to see inside the room.

A class room... you ponder out loud.

Something was burning your left foot. Looking down you find your shoe disintegrating in a pool of glowing green acid. With a yelp you fall to your rump and remove the offending shoe, tossing it almost clear across the room. Pulling off your sock to examine the minor damage to your delicate - already blistered - skin. Your eyes well up with tears.

Intruder. Your head snaps up, your wounds forgotten at the shear impossibility of another life form. A scream wells up in your throat thou you only manages a small squeak. The creature standing across the room steadied itself on its three legs. No... guest. Its eyes narrowed as it stepped closer, acidic pools of glowing green ooze left behind by its front two limbs. Come. It lowered its head and stared at you for another moment. So shaken were you by the sight of this strange beast you did not hesitate to stand at its beckon.

CHAPTER THREE --[L.essons/L.earned]+

+[O.ragin/T.oo/E.xpiration]--

There once was a demon called Scorn who thought itself a surgeon. Thou being of unsound mind, it preferred resurrecting the dead, to helping preserve the already living. On a whim (a brother had doubted its abilities) it decided to take playing creator to a new level. And in doing so progressed to create the abomination known simply asBiohazardbaby EXP#3897'.

He needed something sturdy, something that had a tolerance for biomedical procedure and in his searching found only one creature suited for the task. A deer creature that had some how grown adapt to toxic chemicals. Lucky for Scorn, it was female. Unlucky for Toxi entirely.

Unplesantries occurred and Toxica was taken to 'live' at the main industrious plant Scorn had been running since the beginning of the decade. A horrific place where the mismatched parts of rotting corpses were taken, dismembered, reconfigured, reattached and pulled back into life.

Being at a tough time in her young life, the doe - who was twisted in her own right - had taken a strange liking to this even stranger creature who had appeared so abruptly, and taken her to such an odd place. Morbid minded foolish doe that she was, there was no protest from this slipping mind when her DNA went into creating EXP#3897.

A large bottle, invented by Scorn specifically for this experiment, housed the quickly developing baby. Tubes that acted as a mothers umbilical chord not only supplied nourishment but also monitored the heart rate, and liquid temperature necessary to maintain proper growth patterns. A simulation if you will. As is the trend with radioactive creatures this baby developed quickly and within six months it was ready to be removed from the jar, and introduced to unfiltered oxygen.
And what of Toxica? Tragically she desired to be close to the baby, as it was of her genetics. Scorn assumed that her strong tolerance for things that were hazardous would surly allow this to happen. However, something unexpected happened. The baby upon seeing Toxi for the first time opened his mouth, and hell flew out - at the same time his previously unnoticed third eye , that lay sideways in the middle of his for head. Poor Toxica was disintegrated into ash.
Unexpected yes, but this did not phase the demon Dr. Scorn as it had been looking for a way to rid itself of the pestering doe since it successfully extracted her DNA. As for the eye, it was stitched shut along with the child's mouth to prevent such tragedies to befall any number of Scorn's other creations that he held so dear.
Bio as the child was soon referred to as grew up in the laboratory and developed into a strong buck. Some abnormalities were expected and the fact that he was even able to stand came as a surprise. Some mild twists were noted - the left horn was indeed longer than the right, and he retained no pupils in the depths of his dark, abnormally circular eyes. The strangest by far, the child had developed the ability to speak despite his mouth being stitched. Telepathically.

+[A./M.ad/S.cience]--

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+[U.nfortunate/F.ortune]--

One unfortunate day - chemicals were spilled during an unrelated experiment and were neglected to be cleaned up. Being the child that he was, Bio had taken a liking to exploring the massive factory and poor him, he slipped and fell in the puddle of acids. This resulted in a twisted outcome. Instead of being dissolved himself, his body absorbed the toxins. Bio's front two feet since - began to leak a strange acidic substance that dissolved just about anything living that it touched, thou left the dead ground unharmed.

Scorn found this out the irritating way one day when it reached into the cage to pull out its baby. Fingers would have been burned had it not been a demoniac.

Sadly, Bio discovered his strange leaking abilities the hard way. One day he simply woke up, stretched and set his back right leg in a puddle of his own acids. Needless to say it was dissolved.

Scorn was displeased but figured that they could make due with what was left of the leg, or rather stump. Bandages were wrapped to contain the mangled mess. However Scorn was no traditional mechanic so an artificial limb was out of the question. They could have attached a limb from any number of other creatures, but Bio denied this as he preferred to remain natural despite his mothers wings that were attached to his back. A silver shoe was hammered to the rear left leg as to avoid the same fate as the right.

+[S.ide/A.ffects/I.nclude]--

G.eneral S.tats ✖

N.ame - Bio Hazard (By.O - Has.ard)
A.ge - 23ish
A.lius - Bio . Tripod
E.yes - dirty-white
H.air - none / black and orange
M.ain P.elt - muddy green
S.econdary - brown . orange . gray . black
P.iercings - MANY
O.ccupation - systems mechanic . junkie

Q.uad S.tats ✖

H.eight - five foot
W.eight - 100lbs
T.emperment - Nervous . Curious

A.nthro S.tats ✖

H.eight - 5foot 8inches
W.eight - 120lbs
T.emperment - Irritable . Numb

H.uman S.tats ✖

H.eight - 5foot 8inches
W.eight - 120lbs
T.emperment - Devious . Numb

+[C.omforts//F.ears]--

C.omforts

+ welding
+ solitude
+ rodents
+ Dr.Scorn
+ rain on a tin roof

F.avorites

Season fall
Color rust
Food ?
Element wind
Pastime meditation

F.ears

secrets +
solitude +
wasting life +
broken promises +
closed minds +
negative energy +
falling in 'public' +
irritating Dr.Scorn +
human' interaction +
never knowing how to feel +

+[S.illy/L.ittle/T.hings]--

Sad how there can be so many ixi, so few adopties. *pout*

+[Link/to/me]--

+[Away/from/here]--

Beyond this point, radio frequency fields at this site exceed the FCC rules for human exposure

+[One/more/thing]--