Character Lore
At the beginning, there was only light. It was endless, and yet it existed only here, at this single point. It was timeless, yet only existed this single fleeting moment. It was still, so very still.
The moment passed. The light receded. It revealed an entity - perhaps - a presence both familiar and foreign. It spoke to me in a language i could not understand, could not empathize with it. But I felt its regret. Its annoyance. Their disappointment in me. Only later did i learn about the truth, about when i met my creator: SCP-███.
And just like that the meeting ended. In an instant, i found myself in an unfamiliar place, overflowing with color that assailed my senses. It was just too much. I could not understand.
What am I?
What is it?
What was that?
And so my existence came to be. I wandered. I touched, crafting, ate. I survived. I learned. Slowly, i grew used to being. I did not know what purpose of my existence, nor why I continued, only that it felt right. And so i decided to go on. For a century, i inhabited a lush, green forest. The summers were warm the winters gentle and quiet. It was a peaceful, yet eventful time for me. But it would not last. It could not.
It was the first time that I met the ones in strange clothing. They felt familiar, yet also distant. They came to me in great numbers, yelling, shouting. I could not understand. Entranced, I glanced over the assembly. Why were their ears so short? Did they get cut off, were they hurt? But all of them? I could not understand. This back and forth continued until i felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. I... was hurt? I was hurt by them? Why? And so I lost my consciousness.
I woke up in an unfamiliar, cold place. I tried to move around, to wander around like I was used to, but I could not. I was confined to a small cell, a cold, but dry one, but a cell nonetheless. The short eared ones visited often. They treated me weirdly. Distant, alarmed. As if I was some kind of danger. Was I? I thought not. I never was. And yet here I felt it again, the sense of annoyance, but also.. hatred. For years this continued. I started to learn the weird noises they made and started to understand. They called me an anomaly, something to be feared and studied. Something that should not exist, yet would be too precious to simply get rid of. And so i told them what i knew. They did not believe me. Did not believe that i knew so little. I felt their emotions only intensify. And it was at this point that I myself felt my first ever emotion myself: Fear. Would they grow impatient? Would they simply dispose of me? I could not know.
I remember it being a cold night.
Bang.
It was loud. Louder than anything i have ever heard. Again. Again and again. The lights went out, and silence returned. This was it, i thought. This is where they will finally make their threats reality. The door opened, and in stepped another kind of people. They looked different. Felt different. They did not radiate hostility. In fact, i was not sure if they even felt anything at all. Were they like me perhaps? Not like those with short ears? I could not tell.
I was taken and relocated. Freed. At first i was put in another cell, but it was not cold anymore. These people were short eared too, it turned out. People in white coats visited, talked to me, but also educated me. I learned to read. I learned more about what place this realm truly was. It felt like a blindfold being lifted from my eyes.
It was also when i realized that it was in fact I who was abnormal. And it was not just the ears. I could not forget. I could recall everything, from the point it started up until now, from now and forever.
One day i got an odd visitor. He seemed to be amused, intrigued perhaps. He was clothed in a fancy suit with a long coat. It felt like he was.. free. Free to do what he thought was right. Not restricted by regulations. Like he owned the place. He told me he was interested in me, in my special abilities. If I finally wanted a purpose for my existence. I was offered a place, a position, where I could be useful. Help others. Do something that mattered. Give meaning to all the time that has passed, will pass. I would have a place in intelligence, it would say. They could always use someone that could remember. Preserve the knowledge. Gather knowledge.
And so I was offered a place with the same people that originally freed me - a place within the MTF Unit ██, "███ ████ ███".
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PAC Requested (Which job): O-1 Operative / Specialist
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