Hylius

Name: Hylius Thray.
Identification Number: 65A
Age: 14.
Sex: Male.
Race: Class A MetaHuman.
Race Description: MetaHumans are just like humans, but are slightly mechanically – or genetically – augmented in a way. They are divided into classes, Class A is a Human with a part of their body augmented to include a weapon.

Handedness: Right.

Eyes: Green.
Hair: Silver. Shoulder length.

Weight: 190 kilograms (he isn’t fat, the increased weight is because of his augmentations).
Height: 6 foot.

Weapon: Hylius’ right arm can change into a rail cannon, which launches a metallic slug through an electromagnetic field at supersonic hypervelocities. It can puncture any armour and will definitely kill if it hits in a vital area, but it is not very accurate.
Armour: None, except that he can change his arm into a rail cannon and use it to stop incoming attacks affectively.

Strengths: Hylius’ rail cannon is deadly, and many would have reason to fear it. He is strong of mind, and, as a MetaHuman designed for battle, has battle tactics loaded into his brain.
Weaknesses: He is very hot-tempered, and can be quite rash at times. Because his arm does not change into a cannon overly fast, he is vulnerable while it is changing. His cannon is not very accurate, and takes a slightly-too-long time to reload, and as a result he cannot use his weapon when in close combat.

Personality: Hylius’ hot-temper is an instantly recognisable trait of his, aswell as his quick and irresponsible decisions made in battle. He usually lusts after girls, which can distract him. But he will eventually regain control over himself and continue with his mission, as he is devoted to it more than anything else, love, friendship, and compassion are all inferior to him in relevance to his mission.
Appearance: His tall and lithe form is complemented by his clothes. Close-fitting, orange and black uniform cover all of his body, except for his neck upwards and his fingers and thumbs. When his arm transforms, only from the elbow down does it do so. His forearm and hand are replaced by a rectangular prism with a hole at the tip for firing the ammunition. The metal is titanium and silver with a slight orange tinge, and leaves a trail of air ignited in black flame for a moment after firing.

Biography:

Lights fading, and the world swirling into blackness…

These were the first thoughts of 65A, as he was submitted into the surgery that would turn the inferior-Human, now two years old, into a thing of beauty.

Ten years later…

Hylius was the most popular kid in his year level, and he was proud of it. He knew that he had been operated on when he was young, and his friends knew too that he would become a soldier. They all said that he would be so cool when he was a MetaHuman, but he had to wait for the second operation to become one fully. He walked down a hallway of his school, and walked out into the daylight of the school world. Many a girl looked at him, and blushed when he looked back, and many a boy looked at him in envy. His black hair, now going slightly silver, proving that he would soon have to be submitted into surgery again. He wore blue jeans and a black top, and looked like a Goth, but acted a lot differently than one.

“Hylius!” a girl, Katie, ran up to Hylius and grabbed him, hugging him fiercely. She was his best friend, but some people had their suspicions that Kay and Hylius were more than just best friends…

“Kay?! Where have you been?”

Kay ruffled her short, blonde hair, laughing. “Oh… I was um.. off on vacation.”

Vacation my arse… Hylius laughed mentally to himself. He had known where Kay had been over the holidays, but she and he were both acting, as to make it appear that Hylius had been uninformed. For the first time in the short conversation, someone said something; and meant it. “I’m having my second operation tomorrow.” Kay gasped, as did most of the other people around him.

“Oh.. Well, we’ll miss you, Hylius.” She stood on her toes so she could kiss him on the lips. Hylius was amazed that Kay had kissed him in public.

He walked off, telling the remainder of the students, and the teachers, about tomorrow. They all hugged him, congratulated him, but his teacher, Ms. Terrus, said something he did not expect.

“You are a brave boy, Hylius. I look forward to seeing you after your operation, but do not expect the school to be the same when you come back.”

“It’s fine! I mean, of course it’ll be different!”

“Different, yes, but a good outlook for you, no. You will have to learn everything you have learned about life again. I just pray you learn it better than you did the first time.” Her voice grew sinister to the end of the sentence, and she walked off.

The next day, Hylius felt the sensation of going into the surgery again. He awoke in his soldier uniform, but had a numb right arm. It turned out he had been gone a total of two months, and he was now thirteen. He had missed his birthday. His birthday had been a month and a half ago, and everyone had forgotten about it.

When he got to school, the only birthday gift he got was a small box from Kay. In it, there was a silver necklace with a glowing orange bead on it. “Never lose it…” Kay said, before walking away.

By no means are you to try and activate your arm, for it shall result in pain beyond imagining!. Never try and use it until later notice!

The words of the doctor rang clear in his mind, and they sounded so disturbing that Hylius was scared by them. He sat in his desk, not listening to the teacher talking. He then felt, for the first time, what it felt like to have battle tactics uploaded into his brain from satellite. His eyes shut, and he sat still as a stone. The teacher yelled at him, but he heard it only faintly as he listened to the beeping and singing of the data in his brain.

“Hylius!” this shout disrupted his uploading, and a close combat tactic kicked in, a new instinct. He shot out of his seat, and landed, his left arm by his side and his right outstretched in a fist. “Pay attention!” he was in momentary shock, and this scream triggered an attack. He jumped onto a desk, and jumped down behind the teacher. He delivered a quick but painful kick into Ms. Terrus’ hip. She twisted to the left and fell to the ground. Hylius’ mind was his own once again, and he could remember what he had just done.

“Ms. Terrus?!” He leapt down, putting his right arm under her body, pulling her up. His arm was quite strong, now that it was augmented.

“You STUPID boy!” she swung a hand to slap him, which again triggered his fighting skills. He punched the hand aside and spun around, kicking Terrus in the chest. She was sent flying over a desk, landing on the floor with a brief but relatively loud thud. She stood up, winded, and clutching her chest. She spoke. “What was the meaning of that, Hylius?!”

“I react to loud noises and violence towards me with battle tactics that are being uploaded into my brain! I can’t control it!”

“DETENTION!! NOW!!!” she roared, but again the loud noise triggered him. It triggered his arm. His arm disappeared from the elbow down, and blue energy swirled into the shape of a rail cannon. It fired, straight at the teacher, who had ducked as his arm changed, and ripped a gaping hole in the wall. His arm reformed to normal, but the pain was immense. Blue lightning charged from his arm through his entire being, his entire soul. His brain fizzed with electricity, energy arcing from his body into nearby objects. He walked past a girl, who fell to the floor, dead, as a bolt discharged into her brain. The same happened to three more students and then the teacher. He blacked out.

When he awoke the first reply he got was:

“Freak!”

“Loser!”

“Murderer!” students bombarded him with insults, some even punched him. He jumped up, landing on one of the students, the one who had called him a freak. George was his name. A typical school bully with not one ounce of brain. He raised his fist to punch George.

“What do you say to this, George?”

“I–” George was cut off as Hylius punched him in the eye. Unfortunately, his skull didn’t collapse inwards and kill him. Hylius stood, walking with his back to George, who stood up. He heard an insult, and guessed it was from a girl in front of him. It was actually from a girl beside him. Without noticing who the girl was, he shot her, and then energy discharged into George’s brain, killing the girl and George as well.

“You killed Kay!” a boy yelled at him.

“What?!” then, in a rage of anger, he shot all the other children. He knelt over the dead form of Kay. He wept. A hand placed over his shoulder, and a voice came with it.

“You can get her back, you know.” Hylius turned to see a man in a black cloak, his face shrouded by a hood. He pulled the hood back, to reveal a face battered with bruises and scars. Green hair hung loosely from his scalp, giving the impression that he was old. Very old.

“How?”

“I can help you,” the man reached down, pulling Hylius to his feet.

“How?”

“I have the power to resurrect any dead person. But I will only revive Katie if you do my bidding,” Hylius looked at the man, dumbfounded. “Do my bidding for three centuries.”

“Anything.”

“Good. So, Hylius, who is your master? Who do you serve?”

“You.”

“You serve Dyrius.”

“I serve Dyrius, and I will do his bidding for three centuries to get Katie back. What is your bidding, master?”

“Destroy Earth.”

Hylius stood, ready to do his new master’s bidding: destroy Earth. It was his mission, his duty; Dyrius’ bidding.

“And Hylius, may introduce you to your new friend, Silva. Hylius, Silva. Silva, Hylius.” a girl, about the same age as Hylius stood out from behind Dyrius. She was a MetaHuman too, but didn’t have silver hair. The first thought entering Hylius’ head was, She’s really hot.

~

Silva

Name: Silva Thray.
Age: 14.
Sex: Female.
Race: Class A MetaHuman.

Handedness: Left.

Eyes: Violet.
Hair: Blue.

Weight: 180 Kilograms (she isn’t fat, the extra weight is from her augmentations).
Height: 6 foot.

Weapon: Silva has a disk launcher augmented onto each wrist. They fire large or small disks with blades around the edges.
Armour: Her clothing is fitted with metal plates of Titanium, which can barely be seen. Her skirt only goes down to just above her knees, and her boots go up halfway to her knees. Her belly button area, head, arms, hands and knees are unarmoured.

Strengths Being quite attractive, Silva can lure males and manipulate them quite easily. She is very good at aiming with her disk launchers, and barely ever misses.
Weaknesses: Silva is overconfident at times, and this can be her downfall. She is not very good at hand-to-hand combat, and will not assault anyone.

Personality: Silva is very headstrong and hot-headed, and can be distracted by boys of her age or over. She loves animals, as she loves almost everything else. She is a very confident girl, quite mature, but can be quite immature and childish at times too.
Appearance: Yes, I think she’s hot ^_^;


Biography:
Silva awoke in her bed, sweating. Two nights ago she had become a full MetaHuman, and she was now eight. She did not know her parents, as the old man Dyrius was her guardian. She stood, yawning, and slipped her slippers on. They were fluffy ones, in the shape of bunnies, and she loved them. Her violet eyes searched the room for her clothes, which she found and began to put on.

She walked downstairs afterwards and prepared her breakfast. A bowl and milk awaited her, along with a tub of yoghurt and a box of cereal. She placed three Weet-Bix in the bowl, and poured the milk in. A few dollops of yoghurt on top and her breakfast was ready. She scoffed it all, and grabbed a glass and poured some orange juice, which she drank wholeheartedly.

Four years later…

Now twelve, Silva sat down at the table and began eating. Not as fast as she used to, but nevertheless she ate. She looked at the clock on the wall. Five past nine. I’m late! She jumped up, putting her boots on, and grabbing her bag, she sprinted out of the house.

“Bye master!” she said, sprinting past her guardians room.

She rounded the corner, her breasts – which were surprisingly-large for her age – flopped around uselessly, just getting in the way. Dyrius had told her to meat him at the school, because he had someone for her to meet.

She got to the room that had been indicated to her by the signals she received constantly from satellites. It was wrecked, many dead children lying on the floor, and a dead teacher, and Dyrius talking to some boy, who appeared to be a MetaHuman, wearing his uniform of orange and black.

“Hylius, Silva. Silva, Hylius.” the first thought that entered her head was, He’s really hot.