Albedo28 Wrote:Name: Sample One
Bio: Found upon a derelict ship floating through space the small fetus that would eventually grow into an infamous killing machine was taken into custody of one of the private research and exploration companies of a bygone era. The thing called only Sample One by the scientists turned out to be far more intelligent than anyone could have expected at the time and after years of prodding and poking through its maturation process, One decided it was time to surprise his captors. After killing the initial research team and showing his ability to survive in the cold vacuum of space, One hitched a ride on the very ship that came to investigate and made his way to a security station where he continued to kill as he skulked through the shadows. It was here however that he was caught and put on ice for years on end until one day, when the purpose of the jail he was floating in was forgotten he was picked up by another group, too curious to leave the unknown alone.
Abilities: Can survive in a vacuum, Extraordinary hearing and smell, acid spit, sound dampening chitin plates, long tail containing a secondary phallus.
Kinks: Sleep rape, submissive women, inter-species sex, sex during combat, tears, voyuerism, male -> futa
Turn-offs: Toilet play, male on male, pegging
Appearance: http://www.imgbase.info/images/safe-wallpapers/tv_movies/aliens/15265_aliens_xenomorph.jpg
Stats (20 points to spread amongst them)
STR: 6
DEX: 8
CON: 4
INT: 2
WIS: 0
CHR: 0
The Sample became aware to the sound of humming of all things, knowledge and instinct flooding his head as he knew his purpose instantly... he knew he had to hunt down the males of whatever species were around and in turn make use of any females for breeding purposes as an uncontrollable lust filled him. Lucky for him, while he found himself caged at the moment, he saw the backside of an alien female, humming to herself as she typed at a computer, unaware he had hatched and was already growing," Let's see", she was saying with a yawn, tired from her work," Sample One continues to show no signs of hatching, too dangerous to attempt extracting a useable sample to prove it the source of possible new life", She was saying as she typed,"... Figures, I think I find the find of the century and it could just end up being a dud", she mused, leaning back in her seat... unaware her Sample was leering at her from behind.