It's Just Another Day...

Name
Jett Lerna (Original & Hardworking)
Dylan (Assertive & Protective One)
Tristan (Flirty & Dramatic One)
Cameron (Lazy One)

Gender
All Are Male

Age
27

Species
Human + Hydra Hybrid

Sexuality
Asexual
Straight
Pansexual
Bisexual

District of Origin
Aelius District

Appearance

Face Claim: Kadoc Zemlupus (Fate/Grand Order)
+the boys trade clothes, so none of them really have an exact style (except Tristan, he typically has the nicer/newer clothes compared to the others)

Personality
Jett is a hardworking individual to the point it might get a little detrimental for himself and is a pretty quiet guy with a lot of practical knowledge. Despite him mostly sticking to himself, his coworkers and bosses always have something good to say about him. He has a strong moral compass and will help someone out if he can, but he tends to think that the best way he can do that is when he stays away from people so they don't get tangled up in all his trouble. He has a soft spot for his loved ones, being very affectionate and willing to do anything they ask for no matter how tired he may be. He's very protective over them as well. He tends to have a lot of thoughts going on in his mind that he doesn't share since he doesn't want to trouble anyone, wanting to take care of it himself and not be a burden. When people try to use or hurt him and/or the people he cares about, he gets into a state where he just blanks out before walking up from it, usually surrounded by the people he just dealt with. Whenever he comes out of that state, he feels like a monster, reminded of how his father would also go into rages, Jett thinking he must be turning into the one person he hates above anyone else despite how that state is only triggered when him or his loved ones are in danger. It can be hard for him to trust new people since he's grown more paranoid due to the organization that's trying to track him down. Betrayal is the one thing he would never forgive someone for, cutting off all ties with them instantly.

Dylan, the first of the "clones" was "born" in a moment of anger, and as such... naturally has a temper and can be provoked fairly easily. He's competitive, confrontational, and blunt when he communicates while often working in a few curse words with every breath. However, despite his outspoken and offensive nature, his anger is really just another tool he uses in his arsenal. Those who really know him know that he's goal-oriented, confident, and strategic. Whenever he gets into fights, it may seem like its a spur of the moment thing (and sometimes it is when the other person is being an ass for no reason), but he is very calculated, starting with the very first punch. He knows he has more strength than the normal human, so he measures how much force to use with each blow based on what he's calculated the other person can handle by using various details he's observed from them and usually to end the fight fast, demonstrating his strategic thinking and ability to make quick decisions for complex situations with ease. He's quick to take charge and shares in Jett's moral compass, wanting to help others if its in his power. He is incredibly extroverted, assertive, and outspoken, always happy to pitch in his two cents. He always focuses on efficiency and is very protective of those he cares about, namely the other boys and Kathy since he views her as his mom as well. He works hard to stay in shape and is always on guard when around new and typically suspicious people.

Tristan, the second one "born" from Jett, is the more charismatic and flirtatious one out of the bunch. He has exceptional people skills and can control his expressions, often making himself appear innocent and genuine when talking to strangers and looking for information. He shares in being very calculating like the others and can be a hard person to read, but he doesn't really share in their moral compass, like he'll only help someone if its not out of his way, but he's pretty good at ignoring people calling for help, even being the only one out of the four to convince the others they have to go now and hope the person in need will be okay; its just not his problem. That isn't to say that he doesn't care about others, you just have to be close enough with him for him to actually give a crap whether you live or die. He does care about his "siblings" and Kathy, and can be more of a calming presence when the boys argue with each other, often being a voice of reason. He does tend to baby Cameron at times since he's his "little mini-me" and is often seen having his arm draped around Cameron's shoulders or carrying him around when they go out for a night out on the town. He takes good care of himself and often spars with Jett and Dylan to stay fit and keep his reflexes on point.

Cameron was "born" from Tristan when he thought he could talk his way out of a situation, and in a rare occurrence, failed. Cameron is a resourceful but lazy character; he prefers to stay at home, play mobile games, and sleep in until around noon. Only when he's finished his login missions and maybe brushed his hair will he start doing chores around the safehouse the four boys share. He'll do the laundry, stitching and patching up any holes, cleaning the house, making grocery lists and going on trips to the store, preparing and making dinner, helping organize the boys' budget, and then go right back to playing games. He's a lot less social than the others, preferring to stick to himself and borderline hates talking to new people. He tolerates talking with and getting attention from the other boys, especially Tristan since he knows that he just wants to make him feel included, but otherwise he's got the standard cat-like personality and doesn't like being approached by people unless he's ready for it. He can be a little grumpy, especially if he has to get woken up earlier than usual. If the boys ever get into a fight he stays out of it, just casually playing on his phone while they argue. He can be fairly sarcastic and blunt when he talks to others in general, but he tends to light up and get excited when he gets to talk about his favorite things. He's pretty good at thinking on his feet and puts a lot of his skills into planning escape routes and being faster than his opponents, making himself smaller and only occasionally throwing a punch to get the upper hand in an altercation. Sometimes when he is abducted for one reason or another he'll start messing with his captors to throw them off and buy more time for the others to find him.

Backstory
*Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse, though it's mostly mentioned in the first paragraph, so if you want to skip it, you can. The rest of his backstory will only refer to it passingly*

Jett grew up in a dysfunctional family where his mom, Kathy, was a waitress at the local diner, barely scrapping by while his dad, Grayson, went and gambled all their money away after being discharged from the navy for bad conduct, only occasionally doing his job as a fisherman to help pay back his debts or otherwise was "in the mood" to work. His mom did her best to raise Jett the best she could, asking friends to babysit him and helping him with homework after her shifts while trying to cater to Jett's father when he was home since she was trying to fix their marriage. Meanwhile, Jett's father would fall into alcoholism and start becoming abusive when he wasn't passed out drunk, with Kathy taking the hits and hiding it since she didn't want Jett to get hurt or to view his father in a bad light since Grayson would have "good days" and take Jett out fishing and teaching him how to sail and buy Kathy gifts when he would win a decent amount of money, swearing he'll be better to her once he wins the "big bucks". As Jett got older, he started noticing things were different with his parents compared to how his friends' parents acted towards each other, especially as Grayson's abuse got more and more noticeable but Jett could never prove anything since his mother would always cover up for his father, but he would step in when he could to distract his dad. One day, when Jett was 15, he came home after football practice to see his mother passed out on the floor while his father was standing over her, the the familiar smell of alcohol even stronger than what Jett was used to where his father was concerned, absolutely reeking of it. It was clear what was happened, and so Jett didn't even think. One moment his dad was standing there, the next he was on the ground with his nose broken and face starting to bruise badly, his blood covering Jett's already bruising knuckles. Barely even processing what had just happened, Jett immediately checked on his mom before calling the ambulance.

This would all result in his mom (Kathy) finally divorcing his father once she woke up from her coma that had lasted for about a month, Jett's father going to jail, and Jett getting a slap on the wrist since everyone in their town knew how much of a piece of trash his father was. Once they'd saved enough money and Jett had graduated high school, they moved out of their small town to the city in order to start over, away from all the bad memories. Jett would go to a trade school and get a degree in construction, working any jobs he could get while Kathy got a nursing degree.

While they were starting to do better, Jett would also start doing random clinical trials and donating plasma & blood for some extra cash to treat his mom out for a meal. The trials weren't all that serious most of the time, mostly trying new vitamins or seeing how much stress his body could handle dueing specific workouts with new workout equipment, what types of music helps him stay focused during work, small things like that. Unfortunately his luck with finding valid trials would come to an end, as after going to a facility that he thought was a normal hospital, it ended up being a place where experiments would take place on people drawn in by the promise of money. He would end up getting knocked out only to wake up bound to a hospital bed. There, the doctor in charge of his "treatment" would fill him in on his situation, that he would be part of an experiment where humans would forcefully have their DNA spliced with that of monsters to be used as fodder for dealing with the abominations within the Chrysus District, at least that's what it was officially with what the leaders of the Aelius District are concerned, using the desperate as test subjects for the betterment of the country as a whole. Unofficially, they would be sold to the highest bidder and be dealt with in any way they see fit.

Jett's memory during this period is blurry due to all the surgery, experimentation, and general fuckery that they were doing to him, the only thing really getting him through all of it being the thought of getting back to his mom, wondering if she was doing okay after he'd just up and disappeared. During all the experimentation, there would be training as well while the scientists would also have the other test subjects fight each other. Jett would do fairly well just working off the strength he had before, but with the experiments it was now enhanced and combined with the training they'd given him. During these fights and other "aptitude tests," Jett became one of their most promising test subjects. While he was in the facility and was conscious, he would bide his time planning an escape. His chance would finally come when a prospective buyer had arrived to take a look at him, and so just before they arrived Jett took the temporary disorganization as his chance. He'd managed to get fairly far before he ended up near where other hybrids were being kept. A part of him knew he should have kept going, but after everything they'd all been through... his mind had been made up. He released everyone he came across and would cause even more chaos in the process, but it also drew more attention from the guards. Jett's chances of escaping were starting to get slimmer as the facility went on lockdown, and as he was getting close to the outside... he felt a searing pain go through his head. His eyes glanced up to see a guard with a sniper rifle that Jett had failed to notice, and as the realization dawned on him on what had happened... he strangely didn't feel anything else, his senses temporarily going numb. He stumbled to the ground, his mind feeling overloaded... before he felt someone pick him up. He glanced over to see someone that looked just like him, his eyes widening as the clone started carrying him. He looked up to see that the guard that had shot him had been taken care of by one of the other escaping hybrids, the figure saluting him before going on and taking care of the other guards that were trying to control the crowd of experiments. Jett could feel himself about to pass out when he heard his voice, but it wasn't him talking. "Go ahead and rest, I'll get us out of here." His clone said, and while his emotions and thoughts were all out of sorts, Jett did exactly that, passing out from the toll on his body.

Jett would eventually wake up in the apartment his mom and he shared. At first he thought it was a dream brought on by all the experimentation; it wasn't rare for him to come back to the one safe place he's ever had when he passed out when the testing got to be too much. Then he started moving and the feeling of the sheets, the warmth of the sunlight coming through the window, and the sound of his mother humming in the next room felt real. Then he started wondering if all the torture he'd been through was the dream as he got up, walking over to the door. He took a deep breath before opening it to see his mom. His eyes immediately teared up as he softly called out for her. Kathy turned around at the sound of his voice, relief flooding her expression as she pulled him into a hug. After having to stay strong for so long, Jett broke down and sobbed in her arms, his mother crying as well, both apologizing to the other for not being there for each other. Once Jett had calmed down, he noticed that there was someone else in the room; his clone.

Long story short, his clone explained how after escaping the facility, he would instinctively go to the hospital, but not the most immediate ones since the facility would probably look for them there first, only stopping at the one he felt comfortable going to: the one where Kathy worked. While he didn't know who she was, he could feel how Jett felt around her, and so he trusted her to help them. He would also inform Jett that the facility had released a story that the news channels were circulating, turning the TV on to show reported talking about how the escaped hybrids -including themselves- were monsters that the facility were trying to reform, but it had clearly not worked. The facility head said that the "monsters" were highly dangerous but needed to be returned to the facility to be "humanely put down". Even if the "monsters" appeared human, they had brands that the facility had marked them with that would stay visible no matter what form they took, Jett glancing at his hand where the brand was before noting his clone had one as well before turning off the TV. The three of them would discuss a plan to stay hidden and safe, which would mean the two boys would have to keep a distance from Kathy but also how they could visit her in secret.

And their story continues on from this point, only getting caught a couple of times and resulting in the "births" of Tristan and Cameron

Powers/Abilities
•Tissue & Blood Regeneration
•Self-Multiplication- when one of the boy's heads/brains are mortally wounded and the blood splatters out, another "Jett" is born in that burst of blood
•Superhuman speed, strength, stamina, agility, and durability
•Advanced Intellect
•Eternal Youth (?)
•Knowledge Share- while they may not have the same memories of events or people, they do share things like combat experience, educational facts/general knowledge, and even feelings automatically. It's something any of them can draw on any time they need to (which is partially why Cameron does his own thing instead of "re-learning" stuff that the other three have done, usually the others will train and spar with each other with Dylan taking the lead in these exercises since he's the one that mostly works on combat training)

What special abilities the four have just for themselves:

Jett
Limb Extension/Elasticity, which he can use to elongate and manipulate his limbs to stretch out and reach for things out of the way, slip under locked doors to unlock and open them, stuff like that. Is kinda Mr. Fantastic but can only stretch out his limbs, not his torso nor head.

Dylan
Blood Spray, which is where he can make his blood highly acidic to the point that it can melt through both tissue and metal in accordance to how angry he gets (like his blood can literally boil and burn through both his skin and his opponents; that's actually how the "spray" part happens, his blood boils through his skin and sprays around him as a sort of defensive and offensive measure)

Tristan
Hydrokinesis/Water Manipulation, which means he can summon and control water for attacks and can even form them into weapons (though he has to practice with the weapons side of his ability, he doesn't instantly become a master of whatever he makes and has to stay focused to keep the weapons formed because of how unwieldy water can be to control)

Cameron
Detachable Limbs that he uses to help him do chores at home or to get out of kidnapping attempts by untying himself and/or to send for help from one of the others. He can freely control any of the limbs that he detaches and can even make them levitate in midair, but he can't make his body, while whole, float around. He doesn't need to see his limbs all the time to control them, as he always has a sense of where they are and what's around them

Weapons
They mostly fight using hand-to-hand combat, but they all have gun training and are resourceful enough to be able to utilize the things around them to their advantage & use as weapons

Strengths
They all have a thick bone plate covering over their hearts to make it almost impossible to actually kill them. They all work well together even if they'd been arguing prior. Thanks to their knowledge share, they all have the same amount of combat training, general and field-specific knowledge, and instinctively know when one of them is in danger (though they won't know which one it is since they don't share memories or thoughts)

Weaknesses
The boys all have a fear of needles due to how they share feelings and with all the trauma Jett had went through. Each has varying levels of PTSD and are very guarded around new people, doubting their intentions and rarely able to form lasting bonds outside of their circle.

Other
At the time of the "birth" of a new boi, they come out looking identically to the one they split off from, so they end up having the same scars, piercings, even clothes

The "clones" always picked out their own names

Kathy has met each and every one of the three new boys and happily treats them as her own, always having wanted to have a big family... but is sad that she finally got one in such a tragic way.

~SCENARIOS~

(1)

You are one of the escaped experiments that had been imprisoned at that accursed facility that had lured you in with promises of some easy cash and trapped you in a living hell as they experimented on you. You've been doing small things here and there to stay hidden since your escape, anything from stealing to working odd jobs and never staying anywhere for very long. You had just moved to a smaller city for a job as a nighttime security guard, the city being big enough for no one to really care about a new person but small enough to probably not have anyone that has connections to the facility living there. You decided that you'd stay here for a little longer because you had a good feeling about the area for once. After settling the lease for the new place you'd gotten, you made your way to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for meals, figuring you'd worry about getting proper furniture later. You walked into the store, picking up what you needed and tossing it into your cart before heading over to the check-out. You started placing your items on the conveyor belt as the employee greeted you, making polite conversation as he scanned your things. You'd glance at the guy, taking note of his appearance: his pale, almost white hair, the little bags under his eyes, his piercings, and the name tag that said his name was Jett... as something about him felt strangely familiar. He'd finish scanning your items and the rest of the interaction went normally, you even asking if the store was hiring for afternoon shifts and taking an application to apply for it later, but the vague question of where did you know the guy kept bothering you for the rest of the day. It was only until later that night once you were about to pass out that your mind played the memory of your escaping the facility, of the man that had opened your cell and your escape after helping to take out some of the guards to give the other experiments the chance to escape. It suddenly struck you that that was how you knew that employee: he was the one that had freed you. The next day, you ended up going back to the grocery store, this time bumping into the guy while he was outside on his break, enjoying the pleasantly warm day, not really knowing what you'd say to him as the plan you'd made slipped your mind for a second and you found yourself wondering why you'd approach him when you barely knew him. He noticed you approaching him, the male tilting his head to the side as he gave you a small but friendly smile. "Hey, you were the person that asked for an application yesterday, right? Did you have some questions about the form or something?" He asked curiously, once again being as polite as you remembered... but you also noticed the slight look of caution behind his eyes as he waited for your response.

You..?

(2)
You were a server that worked at a small, local casino that had a bar in the same building, as gamblers were more likely to stick around if they could eat and drink in between using the slot machines. There was a couple of top customers, or "clients" as the boss had the staff call them, that would give you trouble but you could usually handle them by yourself. One night one of them got especially rowdy, but before they could really do anything to you one of the new security guys stepped in to pull the client away from you, quickly throwing the person out and yelling at them to not come back 'till they sobered up before coming back inside the casino. He raised a brow as some of the others inside had watched the whole thing and were now staring at him, the withering look he leveled at them while asking what they were looking at quickly having them returning back to their games or food. You were the only one left looking at him as you were still a bit stunned by the situation. His name popped into your mind as he dusted off his hands: Dylan, the security guy that a lot of the other servers felt a little intimidated by due to his intense gaze and how little he talked to people, but you'd yet to really interact with him since your shifts didn't really align with his. As you were thinking about what you knew about him, suddenly he'd appear right in front of you, his hands in his pockets as he leveled that intense gaze at you, his amber, almost golden eyes meeting your gaze. "You alright?" He asked, his gruff, almost annoyed-sounding voice breaking you out of thought.

You..?

(3)
Tristan was the name of the guy you'd recently developed a crush for. He was one of the hosts at this host club thing that had popped up recently due to the local community being, for lack of a better word, anime nerds and otakus. The host club was originally a cafe that the new owner, that had lived in the area for quite some time, decided to do a temporary re-design and do a host club event to take advantage of the community's interests and hired attractive male workers to act as hosts that would double as servers. This would surprisingly end up becoming a success as many of the lonely singles of the community would be romanced by the employees that could basically double for models, with the one capturing your heart (and many others) being the one and only Tristan. He seemed to know exactly what you wanted to hear as the two of you talked, or more so you talked and he'd listen while contributing to the conversation here and there since you really just wanted someone to talk to that wouldn't judge or advise you like your friends. Luckily your bank account was pretty stable, so you could afford to visit and pay the "host club" and tip Tristan generously without having to worry about paying rent. Plus... it was really nice being able to talk about anything with him, even about the time you spent in a strange hospital that you couldn't remember much about, and rather than making you feel like you were crazy or "had an active imagination" like everyone else insisted was the issue, he seemed to actually believe you, or at least had the grace to pretend to.

One day you arrived at the host club to see Tristan talking to someone that looked... almost exactly like him? You racked your brain to try and remember if he ever mentioned having a brother, a twin by the looks of it. He seemed to feel your gaze on them, his golden eyes glancing over at you and giving you a friendly wave before turning back to his brother, saying something that made the other one roll his eyes before walking to the back of the store where the employees would hang out while you sat at your usual table. Tristan would soon join you, his usual smile on his lips as he spoke. "Sorry about the wait, (Y/N). Seeing you here always seems to brighten my day~." He said charmingly with a light chuckle like nothing was out of the ordinary... but you could tell there was something a little off this time.

You..?

(4)
It was easier than you thought, capturing the experiment that had orchestrated the breakout out of Facility 76 six months ago. It had taken a while to track him down, sure, especially because those fools at the facility hadn't kept any identification with said experiments thinking they'd never escape and it was pointless to keep on file since they had identification numbers and marks. Theoretically the marks that the scientists gave the damn lab rats would make it easy to identify them in the wild, but they didn't even have the sense to put trackers in them?! Well, that didn't matter. You'd used face recognition from what little surveillance footage remained from the facility, wanting to specifically find the one that started this whole headache and crossing it with hundreds of live feeds in Aelius and ended up finally getting a hit. You'd track him down to an apartment complex, watching as he moved around in his apartment. You waited for your moment to strike, and long story short you would end up capturing the guy, drugging him and tying him up before taking him to a hideout to interrogate him so you could see if he was with any of the other experiments or knew where they were.

You waited for him to wake up, the blonde slowly coming to as the drugs wore off. "... listen, whoever you are... I don't do kinky stuff." He said before yawning, his words making your brain pause for a second. Instead of panicking and screaming for help or begging to be let go, that was how he opened this whole thing after waking up tied to a chair? "If you're trying to harvest my organs, you should know I'm a lazy ass that doesn't take care of himself, so my organs? Probably not in good condition." He'd continue on, not waiting for a response from you.

You..?

(5)

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