The Survivors…
John Prospero:
Age: 26
Height: 5'11'
Iris: Green
Hair: Black.
Biography: A moral and idealistic soldier, John often puts others needs before his own. John also has difficulty listing to orders, which has landed him in trouble before, and is sure to in the future. John also craves to learn more of his past, which may ultimately conflict with his objectives.
Adam Graves
Age: 28
Height: 6'1'
Iris: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Biography: A steely and professional soldier, Adam was an excellent choice for squad leader, cold hearted but persistent, Adam drives his men to the brink of their abilities, and beyond. Adam's recent strange behavior has led many to believe he may have ulterior motives in Raccoon…
Philip Myers
Age: 21
Height: 5'9'
Iris: Brown
Hair: Brown
Biography: A United States marine in the same unit as the convict Billy Coen, Philip has learned his fair share of survival skills, but no amount of training could prepare him for the horrors in Raccoon city. Philip finds he easily trusts people, which may lead to his downfall.
Jeanna Lockheart
Age: 18
Height: 5'7'
Iris: Green
Hair: Auburn
Biography: A social high school girl, Jeanna is well liked and admired by her fellow students, and her teachers for her excellent grades. Jeanna is thrown into the horror of Raccoon city un prepared, and though not very effective in combat situations, Jeanna is far from useless…
Sylvia Watson
Age: 23
Height: 5'8'
Iris: Brown
Hair: Brown
Biography: A sexy, seductive woman, Sylvia is able to talk her way out (or in) of hostile situations. Her motives for being in Raccoon city are mysterious, and no one can tell what her true objectives are….
Project Name: Sons of Mars
Beginning Subjects: 10,00
Remaining Subjects: 350
Begin Date: 1996
Completion Date: 1998
Head Researcher advisor: Dr. Charles Prospero
Subject(s) Location: Classified
Project Log:
6/21/96: Dr. Lola Karver and Dr. Charles Prospero begin project "Sons of Mars" with the objective of creating ultimate human soldiers
7/04/96: First 10,000 subjects are "collected" from different areas of the world.
7/15/96: Heavy injections of T-Virus begin in all subjects. Losses are substantial.
7/21/96: Phase two injections begin. Losses are higher then expected.
9/12/96: Fewer then 3,000 subjects have lived through the injections with desired results.
11/25/96: Lola Karver is liquidated for security reasons. Prospero resumes full control of project.
04/04/97: Heavy training begins. Heavy losses reported.
06/12/97: Phase five injections begin.
08/10/97: Heavy losses result from phase five injections.
12/24/97: Fewer then a thousand sons live through phase six and seven injections along with heavy training losses.
01/27/98: Only three hundred and fifty sons remain. However, results are above expectations. Soldiers have massive physical and physiological abilities. Project deemed success.
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The continuous bursts of gunshots left Adam unphased as he concentrated on the task before him. His eyes narrowed at the pathetic creatures that stumbled ungracefully towards him. Their arms out stretched and hands reached longingly for him. Adam let his grip tighten on his gun and his eye's narrowed as he aimed for the closest foe.
The soldiers, seven in total, stood their ground in the middle of the street in a circular formation. Adam smiled as he saw a dozen more of the creatures stumble out of an alley in front of him, he laughed as he gunned the stupid creatures down with his rifle. What Adam didn't notice, how ever, was that the other sons were slowly being wedged together by the carriers.
"Fall back." Adam heard over the com, he knew the voice instantly. "No, stand you ground sons" Adam spat over the radio. "Negative sons, retreat to a secure location...that apartment over there." The voice responded, as if its owner had never heard Adam. The son ran out from the formation, and blasted his way through the carriers, and the other sons soon followed suite.
Adam hissed to him self, and followed the others. For every carrier the sons killed, it seemed like ten more took its place. The sons reached the apartment with little difficulty, and the son that lead the charge broke through the window to make way for the others. The sons set up a parameter, and easily disposed of any carriers that made it inside.
A howl was heard, along with running sounds outside the building. "Cerberus" Adam muttered to him self, sure enough a canine creature burst through one of the windows, and pounced on one of the sons. The others blasted it off, but soon several more came into the building, and one pounced towards Adam. The creature got close enough for Adam to see it's drooling mouth and bloody fangs before everything disappeared...
"Simulation end."
A computerized voice said. Several relieved sighs were heard, along with the taking off of helmets. Team commander Adam Graves took of his helmet last, his short, spiky blonde hair slick with sweat, and his blue eyes filled with rage. He looked around the room, and saw the man he was looking for. The dark haired, green eyed son by the name of John Prospero prepared to casually leave the sim-pit as if he had done nothing wrong, which enraged Adam even more.
"Prospero"
Adam shouted, and strolled towards the man. He grabbed John by the arm, and turned him to face him. "Prospero, what you did in the sim was willful disobedience. Court martial worthy. I am team commander, not you Prospero" Adam shouted.
"With all due respect, sir, if we had continued on with your orders, there wouldn't be a team, sir." He said, making the sir's in his sentence sound as sarcastic as possible. Adam pushed John away from him, and John began walking away.
"Just remember Prospero, we're going to be in Raccoon soon, and I wont tolerate another one of your stunts again. I will kill you if you try one." Adam said coldly. John let out a simple "Hmph." in reply, and walked away.
John stepped gracefully out of the shower and over to his mirror, wiping the mist that covered it away. He looked at him self in the mirror for a moment, before taking a towel and covering him self with it. He took a quick shave, even though there was barely any hair on his smooth face. It was simply an instinct of his.
After drying him self, he dressed him self in "civvy" clothes, a simple brown t-shirt, black pants and matching shoes were his normal attire around the base. He looked at his well-made bed on his way out of his room; making the quick decision he wasn't going to sleep again tonight before he stepped out.
John didn't like to sleep. He always had strange dreams. His dreams always seemed to involve a woman, or what he could see of her. He only saw her delicate jaw line, and lush lips. He saw his hand in the dream reach out and stroke the woman on the chin, and John could feel it. It was so soft and smooth, like touching a cloud.
The woman also said something, yet as hard as he listened, he could never tell what she said. His dream also commonly involved him looking over a balcony down on a city from what seemed like a scenic mountain location. He could feel a hand on his shoulder, and a fatherly voice talking to him. But he could never turn his head to see who it was.
These dreams were more like nightmares to John. They seemed so sad; it was like the dreams stirred something up within him. Something deep within him. John couldn't explain it, and he didn't want to. Having another one of those dreams was the only thing that scared him.
John wondered if any of the other sons ever had these dreams, or something similar to them. They seemed like flashbacks, like distant memories. That made sense to John the most. He didn't know anything about his past. Nothing. None of the other sons did either, apparently.
John stopped off in the hallway to grab a water bottle from the vending machine. The cold, clear liquid felt soothing to his dry throat. John didn't know any of the other sons to well, accept for Graves, and he and Graves weren't exactly what you call friends, so he had no one to talk to about this, and outside contact was forbidden. John had quit feeling lonely a long time ago, though, it really was a useless feeling.
John stopped next to a window, and looked out at the beautiful landscape. It was only a matter of time before his next mission began . . .