Name: Nicholas (Nick) Baker
Age: 20
Description (Personality and looks): Nick has dark skin and large, doe-like brown eyes. In the sunlight, it looks like his eyes were dipped in honey. He has short curls cut neatly close to his head, and a little stubble. He is tall and incredibly thin, though moves gracefully and fluidly. He has one dimple and a wide, crooked smile. He boasts a thick Welsh accent and still speaks it fluently. He is a quiet man, plagued by guilt of his escape, and tends to keep out of anything risky.
Chimera form (What animal DNA do you have): Mule deer
History: Nick was the oldest of five children- the only boy. He was born in Carmarthen, Wales but moved to a border town in Poland when he was ten. His father was very harsh with him, being the only boy, and he was much closer to his mother. He was sitting at school one day when suddenly soldiers burst into the classroom, grabbing any children they could find and shoving them into black vans. He was forced into a small room with his classmates and they were forced to drink something that made them all sleepy.
The transition nearly killed him. His body didn't take to the DNA and he was weakened for nearly six months. He was put into a cell with a boy named Oliver, one year his senior. It was Ollie who saved his life. He convinced the scientists that Nick was worth keeping alive. He trained Nick personally, getting him strong enough to fight and be trained as a medic.
Ollie was his everything. His best friend. His driving force. The reason he was alive. And when Ollie figured out a way to escape, they jumped on it. A section of the fence was down. They could run for it. Climb it.
And they did. Until they heard shouts behind them. Nick was halfway up the fence when he heard the shots. Ollie fell with a cry, and Nick froze. Oliver, however, wouldn't let Nick be taken. He got up again, shot in the back, and pushed Nick the rest of the way over. They stood face to face for a moment, before Ollie was hit again, gripping the fence and screaming for Nick to run, to not look back.
He did, knowing the penalty for desertion was death.
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