☠ ☢ ßM100 ☢ ☠

||Build||
Subject BM100 has sleek body build and a pretty long tail. His ears are normally sized and look a bit pointy. His legs are considered a normal size so he doesn't look tall, only sleek.

||Appearance||
BM100 has a black coat, its length is average. Through his black coat there are slight streaks of dark grey and lighter grey, as well as a bit of brown streaks here and there. Over his whole body scabs and bare spots can be found, showing off his pink colored skin, due to him scratching himself a lot (till he bleeds). His eyes are a bright amber color, which almost seem to shine in the moonlight. Yet his eyes don't hold any life; they often appear lifeless and dull.
He's not a very nice sight to look at: shaggy coat with at some parts on his body missing fur. He looks rather ugly.





||Personality||
Kind and caring: BM100 is kind and cares a lot for others, though he barely shows it. But if he does show you kindness and affection, he will be a very great friend to talk to. He will listen to you and try to help you through things. He’s good at giving advice, even though he himself says his ideas and advice are horrible. He can be a shoulder to cry on at times, even though he’s the emotional one most of the time. He will still try his best to care for others. A rather scary sight at first, but if you truly get to know him, you will see more than just weird behavior and an ugly body; a true and loyal friend for life, but only when you win his trust.

Shy and silent: He's shy and often nervous, always very quiet. He barely speaks, unless you ask him a question; only then he will answer. And he will answer every question honestly, but when asking him something his answers will be blunt. Because he’s very shy, nervous and often scared of things he doesn’t know. That’s why he prefers to be on his own, not because he doesn’t like company, but because he’s socially awkward; he doesn’t know how to respond in certain situations, how to respond to others. He has never learned how to be social to pups, yearlings, adults, elders; none of these. When he talks he will often have short sentences, and sometimes stutter a bit, his answers blunt.

Anxious and withholding: He barely trusts his own kind due the things he's been going through, and literally despites humans and humanity.  Speak of humans and he will whimper or growl at you, hiding somewhere, or he will tell you to shut up. when he tells you to shut up, it might be his only moment he ever shows aggression/anger. Because he’s truly scared of human beings. If you ask him about his past he will just simply glare at you and refuse to speak, he will simply mumble ‘’these lips are sealed’’, unless you're a really close friend he can trust. If so, he will give away slight details of his past life, but still not everything, because he really hates to speak about it.

Collective and smart: But even though BM100 is quiet and shy, he is very collective and smart; he always has everything neatly in order and he can come with great solutions for big problems. But only if it isn’t a life threatening situation. BM100 needs his time to think; the more time you give him, the better his answers and solutions will be. When fleeing he can often make split-second decisions, but these only works 5/10 most of the time. He would for example enter an old small fox’s hole to escape a larger predator, but he wouldn’t have thought out an escape route after that, probably ending up stuck in the hole with behind him no way out, and in front of him near the entrance the predator or the danger. But still; if you ever need any advice, ask him, and he will try his best to help you and come up with a solution, as he’s rather a tactic thinker.

Childish: He's also rather childish for his age, because he never had a puphood and never loving parents who cared for him. He grew up without family and friends and this caused him to never grow older than a yearling, mentally. It also caused BM100 to be socially awkward and quite the loner and outsider. He's really sweet and innocent; he has never been outside the lab he was experimented on, and this way he never learned to eat meat and didn't learn how to live like a true wolf and see the difference between danger and prey; this male can be a real big baby sometimes.

‘Mentally ill’: Though, sometimes he can suddenly act differently, appear as if he's mentally ill, this due the maggots crawling in his blood and brains, destroying the connections between the neurons in his brains. But don't worry, he's not dangerous; he won't try to attack or kill you. No, the strange way of acting when neurons lose connection with each other appears in rolling uncontrollably with his eyes, loss of speech, unstable movements and suddenly falling to the ground and often not being able to keep his tongue within his mouth, biting it till it bleeds. A rather scary sight at first, but if you truly get to know him, you will see more than just weird behavior and an ugly body; a true and loyal friend for life, but only when you win his trust.


||Likes||
Rainy days, the moon, nighttime, sleeping, being on his own, thinking, listening.

||Dislikes||
Speaking, hot days, moving around a lot, running, swimming, being surrounded by others, destroyed connections between his neurons, receiving pity from others, humans and humanity, mean/aggressive wolves, cold steel and small cages, injections, experiments, leashes, feeling pain, feeling confused, maggots, blood, his past, being locked up, losing parts of his memory.


||Strengths||
Subject BM100 is smart and collective, ordering his thoughts and always seeking for the best ways to easily get things done. He's also a great listener for those who need it, and won't spill other's secrets.

||Weaknesses||
He's not all too social and also not really fast. His stamina is horrible as well, mainly because the maggots in is body feed on his red blood cells, which causes him to get tired quickly. He's also not strong so don't let him fight; he will never win.
Another weakness is his innocence; he never learned how to hunt or what animals are dangerous or not, nor which things he can eat, making it hard for him to survive. He's an easy target for bigger predators.




||Past||
Newborn:
Born blind and deaf BM100 couldn't hear nor see his surroundings, but he could smell the scent of wolf and feel the warmth of his siblings and his mother. He loved that feeling, it made him feel safe, and he wanted to feel it forever. Even though he was still a newborn, he knew his life would get great.
Would it get great? Actually not. Because even though it felt too good to be true, he wouldn’t be able to live the life he had wanted to live, the life he thought he would have had. Because that feeling of warmth and safety only lasted a few minutes.
Barely one hour into this new world and BM100 was grasped away from the warmth of his mother and siblings. Instead of warm soft fur he only felt a freezing breeze while two hands were wrapped around him firmly, until he ended up in a lonely, cold, steel place. It felt like a cage, no blankets covered the floor, no soft things for the little pup to cuddle with, to snuggle up against. No mother’s love anymore, no siblings to keep him warm, to accompany him. His true life had just started.
He was raised by humans, but not by their hands; by their machines. When he was hungry he would be nursed; something cold and rubber-like would be shoved into his mouth, and out of instinct he would suckle it, even though it didn’t feel safe or comfortable at all.
Only cold steel, never a warm pat on his head, never a hug, never love. Growing up without his mother he lived a sad, hard and meaningless life, just like all the other animals around him, locked in cages and experimented on in the cruel labs. But BM100 was still unknowing to what would happen to him, what could possibly happen to him. However, he would find out about his destiny and his planned out life soon enough.

1-3 months old:
BM100 finally saw and heard, and began to learn the horrible truth about his ‘home’; at the age of only one month old he was placed into the BM Section, Wing 14 in the Wolf Department. A large lab and a room filled with almost a hundred wolves, young and old. And they all shared the same story, the same experiments; the same ‘sickness’.
Upon arriving BM100 noticed they all acted the same; confused, spastic, their eyes and limbs twitching. Sometimes when they tried to say something their words were lost and only random mumbling would leave their throat. They scared BM100, because he didn’t know why they acted that way. at first he thought they were sick, that they would get treated for whatever disease they had. But not soon after he also began to wonder why he was in this place? He began to wonder if he was sick too, and if so, why didn’t he show signs of sickness like the others in the department?
At the age of three months old BM100 was injected with the maggots, and named Experiment Blood Maggots, Subject 100; the 100th of his kind in this place. For short Subject BM100. He too slowly began to show signs of sickness like all the others wolves in this place. He began to lose parts of his memories, he began to twitch and have a loss of speech, he began to roll with his eyes uncontrollably and began to feel these horrible itches inside his body. And every time he did he scratched, causing his coat to shed at places and sow off the pink bare skin underneath it.
One time he scratched till he bled, and that’s when his annoyance turned into true fear; he had created a wound by scratching, and blood was pouring out slightly, but not only blood. Together with the red liquid small creatures came out, falling to the ground. It appeared to be maggots and at first BM100 wondered how they had ended up in his body. But soon he realized all these wolves in this department he was in had the same issues, the same ‘sickness’, and the humans had given it to him. BM100 was afraid that he would die, but hearing stories from some elders in the cages around him he realized he would need to live with this ‘illness’ for the rest of his life, till he would die of old age. He hadn’t wanted this, but he could no longer return, go back to the few minutes of newborn, sleeping next to his mother and siblings; the humans would never let him leave.

6 months old:
The experiments got worse; they kept injecting new kinds of eggs and maggots because the old types had died in the pup’s bloodstream. They would inject him with maggots, eggs, fluid, almost anything, and BM100 grew so scared of every human being in that place.
They never comforted him, they never petted him, all they did was scare him, hurt him, torture him. The humans controlled his life and every now and then when he would be sent to the lab for experiments and checkups they would only make it worse. They tested his blood and did several other things to him, he just wanted to run away and flee out of the building, snapping at the nasty creature’s hands and whimpering with his tail between his legs.
He would often cry in silence, his back turned towards the other wolves in the department, locked away in their cages. There wasn’t enough room in his own; he would sat and laid there cramped, day in, day out. There was barely enough room for him to fully stand on all his four legs, so he often dragged his rear paws behind him as he tried to move in a different position, never really using his rear legs’ full strength.
He grew weak, he grew kind of cripple, and all he would do each day was lay, sleep, sit up only halfway and mock a bit, walking circles in the steel prison, what could be considered walking. The humans realized he needed a bigger cage like all the others, but there was no room for bigger cages, and so they let BM100 out of his prison like they did to all the others.
When BM100 finally thought he was able to move around freely and leave this horrible place, the humans came with a leash, attaching it to his brown collar with a tracking chip; if he ever would escape or get loose from the leash, they would find him in no time.
At the age of six months old BM100 went into the outside world for the first time. He loved the fresh scent of the trees and the green grass, the color of the sky above him, the fluffy clouds. The pup wanted to stay here forever, he wanted to get rid of this leash, of this collar, he wanted to be able to be a free wolf. However, these walks were once a day, and they only took about twenty minutes; too short for BM100 and the other wolves and other creatures in the other departments to stretch their legs fully; BM100 wouldn’t have much chance to get rid of the cripple way he walked.

1 year old:
BM100 grew into a yearling. He once used to be a sweet and a, sometimes, happy pup. But after these horrible eleven months of living BM100 changed; he grew silent, he grew lonely. He didn’t even want to talk to the elders anymore, while he and those older wolves spent so much time chatting these horrible hours away. And there was no way avoiding them because they were always there beside him, in front of him, under him or above him.
He often turned his back to the others and slept for most of the day. In the experimental labs he would grow aggressive and struggle more against the human’s uncomfortable grip. He was still terrified of them, but he had grown bigger and stronger, and even though the maggots in his body and organs tired him quickly, he was furious and kept on fighting. But the humans always won, mainly because BM100's aggression had come out of true fear, not out of dominance or anger. When the humans grabbed him he would often cower and whimper, and desperately attack, but that wouldn't work out.
BM100 had almost managed to escape, biting one of the human's hands and jumping off the cold steel table, making a run for the lab’s door. but three humans jumped on him and grabbed him, pushing him to the ground. He had almost made it out of the lab, almost made it to freedom, but the humans were faster and stronger and smarter once more; and locked him up in his cage again, where he had to spend again some miserable days.
BM100 grew anxious, he grew suspicious; not only humans were now his enemies, his biggest fear, but the other wolves as well. They kept telling him he would never get out, they kept telling him this place was the only thing he would ever get to see in his pathetic life. They told him to stop trying to escape, that there was no hope. They were hopeless, they were depressed. Some had even died of fear and sadness, at a young age, even. And soon enough BM100 lost all hope, too, just like the others had done.
But the very difference was; these wolves were grown up without hope, while BM100 was a believer and had hoped all his life. Now that his hope had faded, taken away from him, he grew silent, lonely, depressed. He barely spoke anymore and barely made eye contact with anyone. If the others addressed him, he would just huff, shake his head or say nothing at all. If the humans would take him out of his cage he would go with them and lay there on the cold table, almost lifeless. But every time he saw the door open, he would struggle. He would always struggle and keep on struggling. But the humans were always stronger.
The mans made him feel so sick and lonely and scared, the wolves kept telling him he would never get out; BM100 stopped eating, and the humans had to force him to swallow his food, holding him tight each time and pushing that nasty stuff down his throat.

2 years old:
BM100 wasn’t the same anymore; his hope of ever escaping and having a better life had faded, after a whole year of trying to keep his hopes up and struggling, fighting the humans whenever he saw his chance. He had stopped eating for the most of it, unless the humans came to force him, almost chocking him to death as they shoved their hands inside his mouth.
He looked like a zombie, the living dead; he was weak and skinny, he didn't only eat but even slept less. He had grown into a complete outsider, not even the elders wanted to speak with him anymore or try to cheer him up. All wolves in this situation had lost hope and were depressed, but they still talked. BM100 refused to say a single word; he had become worse than all the others.
He was like a turtle, hiding in its empty shell, to never come out again. And soon, whatever the humans even tried, even shoving it into his mouth and pushing it inside, BM100 wouldn’t eat anymore. So they took him out of his cage and brought him to a special place away from all the other wolves where e his jaws grew stronger and he closed them tight; the humans didn't get the food in there anymore. So eventually the humans took him out of his cage and brought BM100 to another special room, where he would stay for two weeks, attached to a heart monitor and fluid transfusion, till he got back to eating and drinking on his own again. However, even though he began eating again because it was on instinct, he still wouldn't eat much.
After those two weeks BM100 had recovered, rather quickly for his situation, and was brought back to his normal cage, once again dragging his own body weight behind him over the cold steel floor in the small prison.
However, one evening after the humans had fed the wolves, one of the humans grew angry at the other, arguing with them before throwing BM100’s cage door shut angrily. The humans left, still arguing, but they had never actually closed the cage’s door; due the hard push it hadn’t fallen back into its lock. BM100 had noticed this; this was his very moment, and probably his only and last chance, to actually escape. And he took that chance. He was sick of this life and he would flee and become a free wolf, or die trying. Because anywhere was better than in this horrible place. So the male, now finally an adult, pushed open the cage’s door with his head carefully and silently. He jumped out and landed on the ground, his weak hind legs just able to hold his weight. Glancing around him he realized the department was deadly silent; all wolves were looking at him, they just stared in utter silence. Their eyes were filled with hatred, jealousy, but they didn’t bark nor howl; it was like they hated him, yet they wished him luck in his escape. They were jealous, but they showed him that he deserved the freedom of a true wild wolf
BM100 stalked out of the department, his sleek and dark coated body not able to be seen in the dark, because it was past closure time; all humans had gone home to their families to have dinner and to sleep after that. There were probably a few more humans left to get the last bits of work done or to keep an eye on the subjects and the building at night, but BM100 didn't come across one.
Surprisingly BM100 made it out of the building, he made it out of the whole freaking building, stalking and hiding. And as soon as he was outside, he began to run, fleeing for freedom.
However, there was this massive fence blocking BM100's path, keeping him away from the forest outside the building's ground. But BM100 had come this far already, he couldn't give up now. So he saw a small hole in the ground near a part of the fence and ran over to it. The wolf started digging, and eventually made a hole big enough and long enough for him to cross the fence.
But, he still wore this collar with a tracking device. So when BM100 crawled out from underneath the fence, that was when the alarm was set off. Some humans who were on night watch and who hadn’t noticed him at first now came rushing out with their tranquilizer, ready to shoot BM100 and take him back to his cage, lock him up once more. BM100 wouldn’t let that happen, not again; this time he would finally be free.
He managed to flee into the woods, the humans still behind him, trying to catch him. He ran for a whole night and lost his collar with the tracking device on the way after trying to lose the humans by cross a wolf pack's border. He had come in contact with a few wolves of that pack, but since BM100 was an outsider they had chased him off. They hadn't hurt him, because BM100 had been too fast for them to attack, so the male had managed to get out of that territory without any scratches and he had fled down the mountains.
Until he reached the boundaries of a pack’s territory… The Riadven Pack, lead by Verine and Cassiel.

Currently:
BM100 had entered the Riadven Pack's territory and stumbled upon the pack. They seemed kind and caring but not having any skills BM100 doubted he would be able to join these wild wolves. However, they accepted him, yet put him in the Omega rank, the lowest rank of all. BM100 didn't really care about that, he was already happy enough this pack had accepted him, given him the chance to become a wild wolf. Though, he barely knew anything about this wild world, not knowing the difference between predators and prey and how to hunt.
However, he soon met a few wolves, even helped this female called Mirage out of a hole (though he didn't really know how to help her at first, and panicked). He became a bit closer to a wolf called Gravity, but that male soon left the pack. After that he grew closer to another male called Hikaru, who decided to show him around the pack's territory and teach him the basic things a wolf should know. However, no wolf knew yet about BM100's condition, the maggots crawling through his veins. But they soon would find out.
















||Maggots||
BM100 has maggots in his body, crawling around through his blood and in his organs. They aren’t deadly, but they feed on his red blood cells which can make him tired easily, or really out of shape. They can also cause neurons to lose connection with each other in his brains, causing memory loss, strange movements or simple uncontrollable witches by his limbs.
These maggots however won’t stay maggots forever; they will grow over time and turn into nasty looking black flies, trying to find ways out through wounds. Whenever they are ready to get out BM100 will feel itchy and he will scratch his whole body. Wherever wounds will appear by the scratching is the place where the flies will crawl out and fly off into the open world. But it doesn’t end for BM100, because the flies lay eggs within his blood, causing new maggots to be born and crawl through his body once more, and so it continues. It’s a never ending circle, till BM100 just simply dies of old age or blood loss or any other sort of death. When he has a wound and the maggots aren’t ready to leave his body yet, they will be pushed out by his pouring blood, yet they will turn around and try to crawl back inside the wound.

||Disconnected neurons||
The maggots inside BM100’s head are able to break the connections between neurons. This causes him to act weird, like rolling his eyes uncontrollably or twitching them, being unable to keep his tongue inside his mouth so he keeps biting it, sudden odd movements, sudden collapsing onto the ground, spastic ways of walking, loss of speech for a few minutes and shaking his head randomly. It’s not a very dangerous thing, but he will often lose little parts of his memory this way, or forget someone’s name. Memories that are old and strong will continue to stay and linger, but small memories from previous days will most likely disappear.

||Limping||
Due to BM100 having lived in a small steel cage for all his life, he sometimes limps slightly. This because the cramped space made him almost unable to move around and use the full strength of his legs, as well as creating wounds on his paws, knees and hips.


||Scent||
BM100 smells like rubber gloves and detergent, with a mixture of sand and pine trees through it. the more he spends outside in the forest, the more the rubber glove scent and the detergent scent will fade away, but they will always keep on lingering around him.

||Voice||
Soft and weak, caring and rather young for his age. His voice could be described as a sweet but a depressed yearling’s.

Accepted and I love him but you already knew that c':
<3

Oh my gosh I love him so much!
Please RP him NOW.

Wat een schatje!
Kanaya zal hem liefhebben!
Hoop dat ik dit recht te zeggen.

Roki is gonna denk dat hij is super cool en lekker liggen met hem! Mooie baan op het profiel! ♥

Omg so much Dutch, lol!

Thanks, all you bbs! <33333

I have issues with this, but I'm just a mod, so yeah.

Kahlua and Cress are gonna have nightmares if they ever see the fly thing. o.o

They won't, because BM100 will most likely run off terrified and hide somewhere till it's over.
He's terrified of it himself and knows that it might scare others so he will just go hide somewhere. ;D


And like... I'm not gonna rp the fly part that often. Probably only once three months or something. xD
Or maybe four, or five.
I mainly focus my rp posts on his weird behavior and the loss of speech. c;

Edited his bio slightly. But only sliightly.

Made some HUGE changes to BM100's bio!
Added a font and edited the colors slightly as well as edited his age and added a part of his history in the pack. :D