Ennine~Burning_Ice

Name: Ennine. (In-Nine.)

Class: Cursed Experiment.

Appearance:Thin almost to the point of emaciation, with shaggy, oily, almost greasy black hair. Usually dressed in rags, often his clothing is tie together with pieces of twine. Has unnaturally pale eyes(green, but really really pale). His manner suggests nervousness, he is constantly fidgeting or twitching and his eyes in particular are always darting every which way. He tends to appear as though he is ill, with bags under deep set eyes and a somewhat pale complexion. His hands seem odd at first glance far too long of finger and small of palm to seem like a normal human's.



Powers/Abilities
Baulren's Gift: Ennine is cursed. It is possible for him to begin transforming into a beast much like a tremendous raven or crow(13 foot wingspan). The transformation can occur in two different ways. If Ennine is exposed to magic (which is to say if he is near actively used magic at all) the transformation begins and proceeds more and more as he is exposed to more and more, if the magic stops then the transformation slowly reverses with time. The other way is that it may happen at anytime Ennine's heart rate becomes particularly elevated or if he feels very strong high tension emotions (fear anger etc. Sadness and happiness don't do anything). To this end he compounds and ingests a drug which partially deadens his emotions and actively hinders the transformation regardless of the cause. It is not enough to halt it but it means it will hardly ever happen due to high emotion.
While transformed or transforming Ennine's mind becomes more animalistic but his strength and stamina increase. As the transformation progresses the most noticeable differences are the growth of feathers (starting at the nape of this neck and spreading over his back and shoulders), heavily increased gripping power, the increase in jumping ability and eventually flight.
It should be noted that his transformed state has four legs (for those of you who read Penny-Arcade: Think deepcrow) The transformed state is not dependent on any particular time save that after a period of time he will begin to shrink back to a human again at a slow rate (often taking several days to become fully human again)

Desperate Need: The drug Ennine doses himself with is highly addictive(the initial few hours cause the affected to enter a blissful trance), and the ingredients are not easy to come by. While in theory he should only need it once every month he takes it every chance he gets, often going to great lengths and debasing his own moral code to get the necessary ingredients. When he is denied the drug for too long he enters a frenzy and is able to ignore pain and great wounds, and will do almost anything to get the drug by the most expedient means possible.

Strength of the Talon: Ennine is not strong of arm or leg but rather of hand. Ennine's grip is easily able to splinter even the hardest wood and even simply tear chunks of flesh right out of even the thickest skinned creatures. As the transformation proceeds Ennine's gripping power only increases. Fully transformed his then-talons can easily shred even the toughest enchanted metals or powder diamond.

Alchemy: Ennine is not skilled in alchemy knowing only how to create the drug he so desperately craves. The drug itself ends up as a sticky mass that he chews. Much like toffee. The drug has the side effect of "bleaching" him. making him lose color in first his eyes, then his skin, insomnia and paranoia.

Weapons/Items:
His bare hands if he means business, a broken glass bottle if he doesn't want to attract attention.

History:
Ennine was born in a tower. He did not know his parents. He only knew a wizard named Baulren, who owned the tower. Baulren seemed kindly and cared for the boy, though occasionally he would disappear for days on end. The only price that Baulren asked was that Ennine occasionally act as a subject for some spells that Baulren described as "harmless". Indeed the spells did seem harmless. Some would merely tickle him, others make dancing lights, the longest and seemingly most complex didn't seem to do anything at all. Much more rarely Baulren would ask that he would help him with his alchemy experiments. He claimed Ennine had a rare type of blood that could be used to cure diseases, so he would draw some blood from Ennine and doctor it and ensorcel it and other such things. He would then inject some back into Ennine saying he was now proof against another disease. He claimed to want to use Ennine's blood to create a disease free world. So this continued for years. As Ennine started reaching the age of 9 he began blacking out during the magic sessions or immediately after receiving his blood back. Several times after waking up he would see Baulren looking at him darkly and nursing a small wound. When he asked he was only told that Baulren had hurt himself tending to him. Ennine accepted it for he had never had any reason to question Baulren before.
Then Baulren gave him the medicine. It was like a sticky toffee and was the best thing Ennine had ever had, he felt so calm after word, so peaceful, and he always wanted more. But Baulren was strict, he never gave Ennine more than one piece per month. He claimed Baulren had a rare illness and that the medicine would only keep him healthy if he took it exactly once a month. Ennine stopped blacking out, but grew distraught, he (as all young men his age do) had unstable emotions during the odd two or three days before he was due a new dose of medicine and he occasionally discovered very very tiny black feathers growing from his nape and shoulders after tantrums. Baulren told him not to worry, that the disease he had was magical in nature and the feathers were a symptom. Ennine never thought on it for long save that a new patch of feathers was a sure sign that he was due medicine soon.
However at age 12 the blackouts returned, only he no longer blacked out, he could feel himself start to change, to grow ,if not stupid then no longer as aware, and violent and scared. He could feel his hands, always strong, get stronger. Baulren told him the disease was advancing that the medicine could hold it check, but no longer defeat it entirely.
It was years after this (Baulren had refused to tell Ennine how to make the "medicine" so Ennine was forced to stay) when the tower was broken. Magi from the Magical Kingdom appeared from seemingly now-where and assaulted the tower. Baulren did not fight them directly, rather he did something, Ennine was never sure what, and suddenly there were more doors in the tower, and from every one spilled strange monstrosities, beast-men and beasts, men who were mad and beasts who seemed as intelligent as humans. The magi fought the beasts, and were eventually victorious, though at great cost. They stormed the last floors of the tower and found Baulren, standing proud defiance, speaking of a new, better. perfect world, and Ennine cowering in a corner from these men who had thrown fire and lightning.
The magi stood against Baulren and one or two fell before Baulren was killed. Not listening to his feeble crying a magi took Ennine in his arms and walked through the tower with him, explaining in grave tones that Baulren was a sick man, a twisted man, a brilliantly talented life mage, but a sick man nonetheless, that he had found a colony of were-creatures and had taken their blood. He had studied it almost madly, intent on finding someway to create a were that could control it’s transformation and remain in control at all times. He was not a fool the magi said though, his first goal had been to change the creature they changed to. He had studied the blood and found out how. Then with the blood he had created a simple series of were-creatures that were not dangerous, such as the were-hamster. This he said had been an abomination, the Magical Kingdom had lauded his efforts to cure the disease of were creatures (though the terrifying were-wolves of legend seemed to have disappeared) but when he began human experimentation it had crossed the line. He became a rogue magi, taking his studies and fleeing before he could be captured. He had continued his experiments here, refining them, finding the transformation could be disassociated from external stimuli by diffusing the blood then strengthening certain aspects of the host, but it appeared he had not yet mastered it. The magi took him through a tour of the tower, now with all spells removed and many more rooms to be seen. Ennine saw cages ripped open, dead creatures lying in some, he say a crystal sphere of blood, and startlingly in another sphere, a baby, tiny, tiny tubes lacing into it’s skin carrying blood out and in, mixing it with the blood from the sphere.
The magi turned to him and said the same tone he might use to comment on the weather that Ennine was Baulren’s latest experiment. That as the sole surviving experiment that he would be taken back to the Magical Kingdom along with Baulren’s notes and journal (the latter of which Ennine was allowed to read),that his fate would be decided there. Ennine was given no opportunity to object or right to disagree. He was simply man-handled, by force mainly, after they discovered applying magic directly to him would cause him to start to transform.
They did not give him medicine on the trip back though he begged for it. They claimed it was an unknown substance but that the recipe was most gruesome, calling for some parts that they believed could only come from humans(indeed this is true, the goo inside a human eye was a necessary ingredient)
On the trip back Ennine decided to come quietly and read the journal. He got the shock of his life. Baulren, whom he had looked at as a father, whatever these magi said had thought of him as little more than “Subject N9” and the final few entries spoke of “unacceptably high proclivities for transformation” and a note to start “Subject N10”.
Ennine broke down, he didn’t talk, rarely ate. He remained this way for almost five weeks. Then the urge for his medicine grew stronger than ever, he had to have it. He needed it. His fingers seemed to itch, he knew he could make it. It could not be that hard. Baulren’s note’s had the recipe he knew, and it had never taken Baulren longer than twenty minutes to make it from raw ingredients and most of that heating it too. That night he asked for the notes. He was denied. He didn’t know what came over him then, only that he had to have it and that fool was in his way. When he woke up he was miles away, still partially covered in feathers, the book of notes clutched to his chest, his clothes charred and his hands…his arms were smeared in blood, one hand still loosely held a mans’ eye, the other had what he would eventually come to recognize as what comes away when you tear a man’s throat out.
He made his medicine, and when he could think, realized just how much trouble he was in.
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Yes, yes I know I did it again. I can't help it they just sort of show up in my head. Probably won't use him.

Hulk smash?