Raeburn

[Myna]

Full Name: Raeburn

Preferred Name: Raeburn

Date Of Birth: Unknown, estimated around 1997, about 11 years old

Physical Apperance:
Despite Raeburn's horrible beginnings, he's already around five foot six inches and is a healthy 100 pounds even. He has short brown hair and intelligent grey eyes that makes others think he's smart. Raeburn has surgical markings on his chest that are normally hidden by his shirts. He prefers close fitting shirts with bands on them, loose jeans, and sunglasses.

Indentifying Markings:
None

Mental Status:
Raeburn doesn't have much brain power for himself, or so it seems to everyone. He's a rather smart boy, but doesn't like using his wits because it normally leads to pain and misery. When he's confronted with a problem, he likes to think through it, but normally he doesnt have a chance to do so.

History:
Raeburn was born in the United States Human Testing Facilities and doesnt know much about the outside world. His whole life had been dark and miserable. Raeburn doesnt know of any parents or of any friends. He hasnt had the care of a parent and has never felt love.

Family:
None

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Raeburn stirred. He whimpered softly and wished he had food. Wishing did little to improve his prediciment though. The pain, the lies, the horror would continue on until one day Raeburn met the same fate as the others. He had seen one of the horrible 'training' exercises, and had witnessed the cruel death of a fellow G1 - Generation 1 - test subject. Raeburn shivered and wondered when it'd be his time, and when it came, if it'd be just as slow and as painful as he imagined the death of the fellow G1 had been.

With the sick thoughts, Raeburn stood and went to his bathroom corner. When he came back to the cot in the darkness, he found some food sitting at the foot. Right away he knew it was half cooked, bloody meat and stale bread. Making a face, he slurped it up unhappily. It was the only food he'd get, and starving to death didnt seem like a good idea.