Full name // Percy, no last name

Species // unknown

Age // eighteen 

Gender // male

Sexuality // demisexual

Appearance // Percy is covered in black stitches; most of them found on his arms and chest. He has black hair and icy blue eyes. His most defining feature is his six arms(ignore the fact he has five in the picture, also the eyes on his hat) all of which seem to work like normal ones. He also has a '01' branded on his collarbone.

Personality // A very intelligent being. Percy has never had anything more to do then sit in a lab and be experimented on; so he's had lots of time to think. And be lonely, so if he finds someone he likes; he'll most likely cling onto them. Well, if he doesn't kill them. He's torn between wanting to kill humans because it's their fault he was made, but he finds them so interesting at the same time. For the most part, he's fairly in tune with his emotions and keeps them in check; though there's moments where he looses his cool.

Likes // he isn't actually sure. Since he's lived most of his life in a cell  he likes not being experimented on; and reading books. 

Dislikes // Hates tight shirts, hard to move his arms around. Being experimented on is another thing; and the food he's served is yucky.

Extra // Because of his extra arms, Percy is extremely strong; with great upper body strength 

Scenario // You were a police officer, and were sitting at your desk when a call rang. It was the sound of a frantic man, begging for you to come quickly. He said that if you didn't, then 'it' would get him too. And 'it' had already killed the others. A door seemed to unlock on the other line and the other began to plead for his life before the phone disconnected. You and your men were quick to trace the call and came upon a lab it seemed like. The metallic tang of blood was clear in the air as you nearly gagged at the carnage. It was as if some monster had torn peoples legs, arms and heads from their body, scattering it about like a trail. When you reached the end, you pushed open the door. You didn't expect to see a man in a lab coat kneeling on the blood floor, a pair of hands covering his mouth. There were two more on either side of his head, and two more keeping him in place. All six belonged a male covered in stitches; and when your eyes met yours; he smiled widely. "Shoot me, and this man dies. So you'd best drop your weapons right where I can see em" your response?

requirements // your oc should be a cop ofc, but that's pretty much it.