Hi, the name's Chey! I'm not your average human, and I seem to attract mutants everywhere I go! Not that I mind, though. (RP blog for the TMNT OC Chey, may contain some NSFW gore but nothing too explicit) M!A Status: Open
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♍ Gargoyle

The air up in the city…dirty as usual.  But that didn’t really matter when you were a gargoyle.  The female gargoyle stared down at the city from her perch, spitting out feathers from a pigeon that decided to roost.  Well, at least they didn’t poop on her this time.  “It gets a bit boring up here…and I can’t mingle with the humans.  Shame…haven’t seen any other gargoyles in a while.  Makes me wonder if I’m the only one left…”

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"I stay up on the tower."  Chey pointed towards a Gothic-looking tower with various broken statues around the top.  "When I can’t move, I just sleep until the sun goes down."

"Do you…turn to stone at dawn?" Akane asked hesitantly, looking at the tower. "Like the legends say?"

"More or less."  Chey answered.  "Moving in the sunlight hurts…it’s too bright.  But once it goes down, moving doesn’t hurt.  So that’s when I hunt…but I’m honestly sick of eating birds."

"What if I told you that I have a place you can stay and move around during the day and not have to eat birds? That I own a ten story building that’s empty." Akane tilted her head at the gargoyle with a smile. "Some place safe."

At that, Chey’s eyes widened and she perked up.  She pondered over it, her fangs almost piercing her lips.  Well, the tower was actually scheduled to be demolished, from what she overheard some human construction workers discussing…so she would lose her home.  “…Take me to this place.”

Akane nodded and took off into the skies and hovered waiting for Chey. “It’s a few block away.” She flew east for a few moments and landed on a roof with a greenhouse.

Chey flew in Akane’s direction, swatting a few birds who dared cross her path.  She landed on the greenhouse and sniffed cautiously.  So many new, unfamiliar smells…she would have to get used to this.

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"You're so pitiful."

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Yeah. I’m aware.

( http://robots-and-turtles.tumblr.com/post/98931766903)
"Yes Chey. I do hope to gain more knowledge about you and your abilities in that way." He said
"Hurting you isn’t my main goal. It’s just that I don’t care about your preferences.
If it was in order to inflict pain, I would make the most of it.”

"Nice to know that…"  Chey answered in a voice oozing with sarcasm.  "I’ll let you in on a little secret…superhumans obtain their powers by undergoing symptoms related to them.  For me…I broke out into a high fever, seizures, and blindness.  But my regeneration…came from the bite of another superhuman that induced a double-mutation."

Instantly he grabbed his phone and started taking notes. “Any thing else?”

"Well…our mutations usually activate around 12 to 13 years of age…but the youngest was seven years old."  She cast her eyes down in pain before continuing.  "Me…I’m famous because my first didn’t activate until seventeen.  The gene for superpowers can be passed down from parent to child, though most are born from non-carriers.  The gene also gives immunity to that mutagen substance to a select few…"

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"You're so pitiful."

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Yeah. I’m aware.

( http://robots-and-turtles.tumblr.com/post/98931766903)
"Yes Chey. I do hope to gain more knowledge about you and your abilities in that way." He said
"Hurting you isn’t my main goal. It’s just that I don’t care about your preferences.
If it was in order to inflict pain, I would make the most of it.”

"Nice to know that…"  Chey answered in a voice oozing with sarcasm.  "I’ll let you in on a little secret…superhumans obtain their powers by undergoing symptoms related to them.  For me…I broke out into a high fever, seizures, and blindness.  But my regeneration…came from the bite of another superhuman that induced a double-mutation."

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"BAD LEO! Don't smack butts and don't make a mess with glitter! Dishonor on you!" (hello how've you been?)

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He hisses at the girl

(I’ve been okay…although my brain is mush from all the long rps)

"Hiss at me all you want, you’re still in trouble young man."  Chey scowled.  "Let me find a broom for all the glitter…"

(Oh dear.  I’ve been kind of semi-selective on RPs to calm my brain down…and now I’m drawing FNAF turtles.)

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"You're so pitiful."

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Yeah. I’m aware.

"You experiment on me and cause me pain…but I’ve numbed myself to pain some time ago."  Chey stated nonchalantly.  "But which one of us is suffering the most?  Me?  Or…is it you?"

His expression slowly turned to an incredulous glare at the question.

"How does that concern you in any way?”

"I don’t know…maybe I’m starting to feel sorry for you."  Chey cast her eyes to the side for a moment.  "I don’t think you’re totally evil deep down…of course, sometimes I look too hard for any good in people…"

"If I had a dime for every time I heard that…" He muttered looking away.

"Hmph…"  Chey snorted.  "My mentor taught me…we wear different ‘masks’ to adapt to everyday life.  We present different fronts to different people…all to hide who we really are.  My cheerfulness…optimism…most of the time it’s a ruse to hide the fact that I feel like a freak…"

“At least you’re
able to hide it.” He said stoically.

"…Most of the time."  She shrugged.  "But there are times when I’ve just laid awake at night and then burst out crying.  My friends can hear me from their rooms and ask me what’s wrong…"  She blinked her eyes when they began to feel wet.  "…What do you hope to gain from experimenting on me?  Are you wanting my powers?"