Bio:
Test subject 42 has no recollection of his life before the training. Ever since he could remember, he'd been training for who knows what, while being watched from behind a glass wall like a lab rat. Even his name was taken from him. But he never had a choice. The way the tests were designed, it was either succeed or die. They wanted the perfect body with the perfect mindset for survival. There were certain rules. Never talk unless given permission. Never try to fight the tests. Other than that, he was free to do whatever he wanted during his free time. Maybe they wanted some sort of response, but he never have them any. Nothing for the ten years they'd been keeping him. When he was eleven, they gave him a friend. She had black hair, and dark brown eyes. She was a little younger than him by a year, but otherwise seemed to be in the same predicament as he was. Her name was taken, just like his, and her life as well. Her number was 43. At first, 42 was hard-pressed to say anything, though his new acquaintance tried every day. Eventually, he said her name. "Forty-three."
From then on, the two would begin to train together, and through their training, would form a sort of bond. Not much was usually said, but when they talked, it was usually only a few words anyway. They had both been taught under the same rule of never talking unless permission was given. forty-three said once that permission had been given, but forty-two remained silent, not sure if it was a trick, or the actual truth. Training together was even worse of a nightmare than training alone. Before, he was taught to fight, and to survive obstacles that were designed to kill. Now that he had someone to train with, they were forced to work as a team to overcome even harder challenges, something that took him almost two months to get used to. By thirteen, forty-two and his companion were inseparable. They had begun to talk a little more, but had also discovered that more words could be said without talking, and that thoughts were more precious that way.
It wasn't very long before the two began to wonder about the place they'd both grown up in. Every now and then, forty-three would ask their holders if her and her friend could explore the facility a little more, a request that was always denied. However, it's a little hard to control two teenagers when they set their mind to something. Over the years, they'd come up with weird and whacky plans to get out of their rooms, and were usually caught. The times they weren't, they'd found out a few things about the place. One that seemed to interest forty-two were pictures on some of the walls of strange places, none of them looking like the pristine white of their home. He couldn't seem to get away from the fact that they looked familiar, but his friend didn't recognize anything. By the time they were seventeen and sixteen, tests became more and more strenuous, and strange things often happened. One night, forty-two found a note under his pillow addressed to someone called 'Nathan'. Not knowing who that was, he read the note, which said for Nathan to bring another person named Uriel to the cafeteria at 1:30 p.m. Confused, he later showed the note to forty-three. She suggested that they followed the instructions, and that maybe the strange names were their own. Reluctantly, the boy agreed.
When the time came, the two met where the note requested, and they found a woman there, waiting for them. Forty-two recognized her; she was the one who usually patched him up after training. Apparently, she'd grown attached to the two teens, and wanted to rescue them from the facility. She said that, as the note said, forty-two's real name was Nathan, and his friend's was Uriel. The boy was taken aback by this, but was excited to be able to finally see what was outside. Calling herself Shelly, the woman quickly and efficiently carter the two out of the facility, apparently having help along the way, from those who agreed that children shouldn't be put through the trials that they had been through all those years. Once they were out, everything seemed clear, and Shelly took the teens to a place called Coruscant. They'd lived there for a few months, but Shelly always always on edge. She knew that eventually, those who had taken the kids at birth would be back for their subjects.
Whatever happened, Shelly was adamant that she teach Nathan and Uriel everything she could about the world before their captors came back for them. How to blend in with crowds to avoid getting caught, how to deal with other people, and most importantly, what to do when the inevitable happened. It was hard to adapt to civilian life, and especially so for Nathan. Not a month later, the two came back to the apartment they were saying at to find it completely ransacked, with Shelly gone. Taking their things, Nathan and Uriel quickly followed what she had taught them, and hid themselves in the Coruscant alleys. For three years, they would adapt to life in the undercity, because according to Shelly, the organization that had taken them were very persistent. During this time, they'd learn even more about outside culture. Uriel wanted to help those who were often less fortunate than them, but Nathan would hold her back.
When they finally emerged, they would pitch in from the money they'd acquired over the years, plus what they were given by Shelly, and secretly purchased a ship. Traveling off-planet, they would learn as much about the galaxy as they could together. Not wanting to give of their identities, they commonly wear black clothing and masks, and are constantly armed. When traveling, they use the names Scorch and Ember.
Appearance: His physical appearance is that of deep green eyes and black hair, but that is rarely seen by anyone other than his closest friends. On the outside, he wears completely black clothing, complete with a hood and gas mask. On his person, he is never found without multiple pouches and sheaths for ammunition, knives, and other weapons.
Personality: Nathan is very closed in, and very rarely talks to others. When it comes to hard situations, he's usually the first to do what others can't. He has a very low tolerance to weakness, but at the same time understands it. In general, he is good-natured, even though it may not always seem that way.
Relationships:
Ember (Friend)
