Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181113013724/@comment-30655593-20181128012308

''Grey raised an eyebrow. ''"You are...?" ''He seems to get caught in thought for a few moments before deciding to take out a small, thick, leather-bound book. ''

"As you could have guessed, I'm not apart of the living. I was created in some sort of lab deep underground by a scientist, my Creator. He never gave me a name, he simply called me 155, my experiment number. He simply said to call him my Creator. To my understanding, I was one of the few successful attempts to create a life from a lifeless husk. He wasn't kind, not at all..." He removed the sleeve of his armor to reveal that the forearm, hand, and fingers all didn't match and were stitched together with some sort of red thread.

"He'd take me apart, put me back together with different parts. See if he could stitch wings to my back and fly. So many tests that I can't recall them all..." ''He then offered the leather book to her. ''

"But my Creator has taken the liberty to write them all down. Me and every other creation and their tests. If you'd like, you may read up on me and anything else you find in it. I have no arguments against you doing so..."