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Profile: 1-Z ‘Onez’

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Personal Data

Onez in the Monster Girl Maker 2 app.

Name: “Onez”
Gender: Cisgender male
Pronouns: he/him
Age: ?
Birthday: January 1st
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: Canadian
Species: Genetic experiment
Sexuality: Questioning

Family: Onez was created in a research facility and had no family.

Strengths: Friendly, open, honest
Weaknesses: Too much of the above things, annoying, can’t keep secrets, can’t lie, tells people too much, also quite conspicuous

Appearance and Style: His face is that of a handsome, blue eyed white boy with perfect skin, perfect teeth and pretty long lashes. His hair is golden blond, long, fluffy, and a bit wavy with a light feathery quality. But from the neck down Onez looks rather strange. His torso is mostly human shaped but covered in downy feathers of white, gold, and bronze. His arms are like bird legs, ending in bird talons for hands. He has huge wings sprouting from his back that can look either bronze or gold depending on how the light catches his feathers. His lower half is like that of a lion with a lion’s tail and digitigrade feet.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Griffin
Status: Alive. Active

Metahuman Type: Genetic experiment
Abilities: Reads minds. “Melt brains”. Can fly. Is stronger, more durable, and less susceptible to poison and disease than most.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: 4
Power Category: Psychic
Roommate: Penny

Backstory

Onez was created by a right wing hyper-conservative terrorist organization called The Restoration. He was the 26th attempt for their symbolic new creation and the only one that managed to breathe real air. With his strong psychic powers, The Restoration quickly began to use him to assassinate their enemies and left wing politicians and activists. Knowing nothing else, Onez carried out his orders. Until he met Sniper.

Sniper was a mute Canadian vigilante hypertech with cybernetic enhancements and skill for long ranged fighting. Sniper continually got in Onez’s way and soon they began to battle in closer and closer quarters. Sniper’s cybernetics stopped Onez from delving too deep into their mind but still they projected their surface thoughts to him. Soon the two were talking more than sparring and Sniper realized Onez was a kind soul, unaware of the evil he was being forced to commit. They became friends and Onez began to rebel against his orders. The Restoration argued about whether to euthanize their experiment that refused to comply or find a way to force him to comply.

They found a way to force him.

They created and implanted a device that would force him to blindly act on the orders to get rid of the vigilante once and for all.

Once the orders were complete, Onez woke up with a Sniper who was bleeding from all 7 orifices in their head, unconscious, possibly dead. Onez fled quickly finding a phone to call an ambulance and turn himself into the police.

Misc Information

  • Onez is extremely concerned about Sniper who has been comatose since their battle
  • Onez gives very good hugs
  • Onez can not turn his mind reading off and can’t always tell what is thought versus what was said outloud
  • Onez is very frustrated that, though he can read, his hands cause his handwriting to be illegible
  • Onez can purr like a cat
  • Onez takes very good care of his fur and feathers
  • Onez has a pretty singing voice

A New Home: Chapter 2.1 (Avery)

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As Avery was listening to the Raven’s welcome speech they felt a presence in their mind. “Hello?” They thought, “Is someone there?” 

A perky and cheerful male voice answered,  “A friend! You’re only the second person to talk directly to me with their inner voice!”

“Are you psychic too?” Avery asked, “I’ve never met another psychic!”

“Yes! I’m 1-Z but you can call me Onez!” His voice exploded with excitement.

“Uh, hi? I’m Avery,” They answered looking around trying to find him, “Who are you? I mean in the crowd?”

Following the connection,  Avery’s eyes ended up on a strange-looking kid with giant golden wings who was looking directly at them. The kid waved a weird talon-like hand, “I’m waving do you see me?!”

“I think… are you a… bird?” They asked, their words a little awkward, not wanting to offend.

“I’m like a griffin!” Onez tried to worm his way through the crowd towards Avery but knocked a few people with his wings, making them wince.

Avery waved at him, “Uh, hi?” they said out loud.

“Hi!” He responded out loud, finally getting to them as people who had been hit by the wings were glaring at him, he turned to the nearest one and sheepishly said, “sorry.”

“Are you alright?”

Onez tilted his head and looked at Avery quizzically, in his head he said “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You kind of bumped into a few people,” Avery says, trying not to stare at the griffin boy, they’d never seen a paramorph in person before, they didn’t want to be rude.

“Well it’s crowded and I got big wings. It’s hard not to bump into some people!”

Avery snickered, “I can imagine… I’m Avery… I said that already, didn’t I?”

“And I’m Onez and I said that already too.” Onez smiled brightly and offered his bird-foot-hand thing for a shake.

Avery took it, “Are you a paramorph?”

“Not exactly… I was kinda made like this.”

“Oh…” Avery frowned, Made? Not born, not transformed but made? “That doesn’t seem good.”

Onez just looks at them a little confused.

“It’s nothing,” Avery said

Onez smiled again

“So… are you excited to be here?” Avery asked. 

“Yes! I wanna make friends with all sorts of people and do all sorts of things!”

Avery smirked, “Kind of the same, my dad… he never really let me do things, meet people…”

Onez lion tail swished, “I was only ever let out for missions… still managed to make a friend! Sniper! but…” Onez trailed off and his prior enthusiasm disappeared, Avery could feel… shame? Self-hatred? 

“Missions?” Avery asked, immediately worried.

“Yeah,” Onez answered quietly

“Onez… Did you work for bad people?” Avery asked.

Onez nodded, “I think so? That’s what people tell me… and they did make me… hurt Sniper so… probably bad… very bad.” A sense of panic filled Onez, which then filtered into Avery, he was afraid of judgment…

“I’m sorry…” Avery said, tearing up, they weren’t sure if it was theirs or Onez’s emotions they were feeling, but they were strong. “Can I give you a hug?”

Onez nodded.

Avery gave him a hug, and for a moment a powerful mental loop occurred, a painful burst of feedback like when a microphone held to a speaker shook them both, but Avery held him tightly until it passed.

“You don’t have to do any of that anymore,” Avery thought, or was it Onez? Physical contact made it hard to tell who is who anymore, thoughts becoming tangled into one.

Onez wrapped both arms and wings around Avery, careful to not scratch them with his talons, “I don’t like hurting people,” was Onez’s quiet mental response

“Nobody does, at least not good people and I can feel you’re good people Onez.”

Onez’s —and by extension Avery’s— thoughts became happy again, warm and fuzzy and he squeezed Avery tighter.

“He’s really soft!” Avery thought, surprised at the feeling of feathers brushing against their skin. 

Onez’s ruffled his wings a little happily, “I take good care of my wings!” He telepathically answered quite proudly 

“I can see that,” Avery said, laughing, “You’re kind of strange, but I guess so am I.”

The Raven started calling up people by name, and students were assigned to one of five classes.

“Oh, darn it, hope we’re in the same class?” 

“Yeah me too!”

When the teacher called Avery to class one, they went along turning to Onez, “See you soon?”

“Yeah! Even if we are in different classes I’ll come find you some time!”

“Alright!” Avery waved goodbye, leaving with a big smile on their face.

As Onez was called to class four Avery’s heart sank a little, another name soon came up: Sorensen Thor, Avery’s other friend! At least these two were together?

So Avery sent a message to Onez. “I’m sad we aren’t together, but you’re with another friend of mine!” they try to send a picture of Thor, “He’s really nice, tell him Avery says hi? Oh and ignore Bastard, he’s a bastard.”

“I will! So… What’s a bastard?”

“You’ll regrettably see.” They said before shifting their focus, “Thor?” Avery tried to communicate, “Can you hear me?” 

“Whoa, where even are you?” Bastard’s voice came through as well, “The freak is back! Where is the freak?!”

“Shut up Bastard,” Avery answered, annoyed to hear it again, “About twenty meters behind you?”

“Still don’t see you… too many people…”

“It’s okay, so you see the big bird-griffin person?” Avery asks

“It’s kinda hard to miss them.”

“Well, his name is Onez and he’s really sweet, can you try to watch over him for me?”

“Sure thing!” Thor answered, bringing a smile to Avery’s face. 

“Great another freak and this one is such a garish yellow color.” Bastard whined.

“Where the fuck did you even learn the word garish?” 

Avery tried to focus and sent Thor the sensation of a hug. “Psychic hugs!”

Thor’s thoughts got a tad flustered for a sec. Ragnarok made a retching nose in their head.

Thor’s thoughts devolved into a petty argument with his resident Bastard, and Avery cut off contact, a headache beginning to form once more. 

Avery giggles, drawing attention for a second. So maybe they weren’t in the same class as them, but Avery had made not one but two friends! Maybe they’d make more soon in their own class?

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Arrival: Chapter 1.11 (Mari)

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Mari strolled onto the parole bus, most of the people on there looked miserable, like they’d been dragged there by force. While Mari had been arrested in the end, her stint as a thief and vigilante had been a lot of fun, and they fully intended to make the best out of this Ravenhold redemption program or whatever.

It was a little cold all this way north of Miami and Mari started regretting their pick of booty shorts, crop top and hooker boots, but someone one had to suffer for the sake of fashion. If it hadn’t been for that inhibitor collar they could’ve summoned different clothes from their personal pocket dimension but alas they had to carry everything the mundane way.

Mari looked around the bus, spotting a girl that could only be about ten years old in a wheelchair looking like some kind of zombie, clearly that one had a juicy story to extract.  

Mari came and dropped their bag next to them. “Carrying all this shit by hand is dumb.” The girl didn’t react at all, stiff as an actual corpse. Mari sat down in the half seat next to her, “What’s got a little Nina like you in cuffs?”

The girl turned her head, like, a perfect ninety degrees, staring dead ahead with an empty look on her face, not blinking once. 

“I kidnapped people for a mad scientist to experiment on.”

Oh, this was EXTRA juicy. 

“Sounds fun, did it pay well?” Mari asked.

“Resurrecting me against my will was my only payment.” She answered dryly.

So she really was a zombie! 

“Dick,” Mari said, leaning in conspiratorially, “Pro tip; stealing from drug dealers, much better gig.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The girl turned back to staring blankly ahead, not saying anything more.

“Did you at least get your revenge?”

“Not yet.”

This girl was a hard one to crack. “That sucks”

“Eyup.” She went silent again. 

“Not in the mood for a girls-talk, well girl-enby talk?” Mari teased. 

She only stared back without a word.

“Suit yourself,” Mari shrugged, grabbing their bag and taking out a tub full of empanadas, stuffing one in their mouth, “Here, one for the road, but you’ve got to tell me your name”

They gave it to the girl who barely reacted, looking at it blankly. “Hijack is what he called me.”

“Don’t even get a real name, eh?”

“I guess not.”

This was getting painful. “Alright then, well you enjoy it while I find someone less boring to talk to, ciao!” 

The girl didn’t seem to care, after a moment she took a bite out of the pastry. 

Mari got up and looked around for someone else. Their eyes quickly drawn to a big silly griffin person looking like the saddest puppy ever. Mari came over and sat down next to him, “Sup? I’m Mari!”

The griffin boy perked up immediately. “I’m One Z but you can call me Onez!”

“Aren’t you a fluffy bird,” Mari said, “Empanada?”

“I am a very fluffy griffin.” Onez’s lion tail flicked, “and what’s an emdapanda?” Onez frowned, having mispronounced it.

“Em-pa-na-da.” Mari brought one out from the tub, “It’s like a Latin-American mini pie, it has pork and veggies.”

“Empanada!” He repeated slowly to get it right. “I’ll try it!” Onez held out a talon-hand and Mari passed him the treat. Onez happily kicked his lion-like legs in excitement. 

Mari plopped down next to Onez, “So what’s got a cute little griffin in here with the naughty rogues?” 

“I hurt Sniper real bad.” Onez’s body language went stiff as he said this. He took a slow bite out of the empanada, “this is good, I like it!” he said, forcing himself to cheerful and smile.

“Sniper? Is that a friend of yours?” Mari asked.

Onez frowned, “I don’t know if we’re still friends…” he dejectedly lowered the empanada, not eating anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, “I’m sure you’ll square things out? How did you meet Sniper?”

“I had to kill this one lady and Sniper got in the way.” Onez strangely… blushed as he speaked of this first meeting

Well, that hadn’t been quite what Mari had expected, fluffy griffin was some sort of killer? He didn’t have the vibe of one at all.

“Had to?” Mari asked, “Did she do something to you?”

Onez cocked his head to the side and looked at Mari with wide, somewhat innocent eyes, “It was my mission.”

“Mission? Who gave you that mission?”

“The people who made me.” Onez answered, as if it clarified anything, yet his expression told Mari he thought it was a reasonable explanation. He took a few more bites of the empanada.

Made him? Mari had thought he was a paramorph, someone transformed by their powers, but was he some sort of chimera?

“And who might that be?” Mari asked.

“The Restoration.” Onez finished off the empanada, his cheeks bulging.

“The who?” Mari blinked, that wasn’t a group they were familiar with. 

“That’s what the people who made me call themselves.” Onez said, “That’s all I know.”

Mari took a second to consider all of Onez’s story, who was Sniper? This Restoration group? 

“Righto,” Mari said, “So you got caught by the cops?”

Onez lowered his head a little, “They made me hurt Sniper, but after I did I snapped out of their control and called for an ambulance. The police came with it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, genuinely worried for once, “Well you don’t have to do any of that, anymore.” Mari put a hand on Onez’s feathered shoulder.

Onez beamed brightly and his legs started kicking once more, “Yeah! I haven’t felt them take control again yet so everything should be fine once Sniper wakes up! As long as they don’t hate me…. and… actually wake up.” Onez’s little lion legs stopped their kicking once more as he chewed on his bottom lip

Poor thing, Mari gave him a hug. “I’m sure it’ll be okay”

Onez’s eyes widened and then he put his arms and wings around Mari, “I hope so.” he muttered into their shoulder. Onez’s wings were strangely silky in texture, it wasn’t an unpleasant kind of hug though it was rather different. 

Mari had expected a bunch of punks and dicks on the Ravenhold Bus, not some terrorist brainwashed experiment or some zombie 

“Want another empanada?” Mari offered, hoping to cheer him up. 

Onez nodded, their fluffy hair and feathers gently tickling Mari’s neck. Mari took out more food, one for themself, another for Onez, and even deigned offering Zombie girl another.

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Arrival: Chapter 1.10 (Tommy)

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Tommy sat in the bus, gazing out the window with his mind buzzing from the power nullifier. What the fuck was he doing there? Being a hero was dumb, but what else could he do?

If he’d stayed in California his gang would’ve tried to kill him. He was good but not ‘fight an entire gang’ good. The only family he’d ever known was somewhere far away in witness protection, he’d betrayed his gang for them and now he was all alone.

Ravenhold Academy? It was dumb, but what other option was there? 

“Hi friend!” 

Tommy blinked. Was someone talking to him? He turned around and came face to face with… Whatever that thing was. It was like a giant bird that someone had attached a human face onto. 

Tommy just went back to looking out the window. He wasn’t going to deal with whatever weird shit this was…

However the bird-person shoved himself onto the seat, “I’m One Z! You can call me Onez! What’s your name?” 

Tommy looked back at him, Onez offered a taloned hand for him to shake.

“Do I look like I want to talk?”

Onez tilted a hand to the side like a confused pigeon, “Yes?”

“You really are a bird brain then,” he sighed

 “Thank you!” 

“What do you want?” Tommy sighed.

“Your name?” 

“Tommy, happy now?”

“Yes!” a lion’s tail happily swished behind Onez. 

Tommy may not have noticed before but now he can see a lion tail swishing happily behind Onez. “Normally I don’t need ask to know people’s names but this.” Onez tapped the power control collar with a talon. “This makes the world very very quiet and I don’t know as much.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Ever since I was created I could hear things from people all the time even when their mouths weren’t moving! Sometimes they say two different things and it can be very confusing. There have been some people who I could only hear one voice from but this is the only time I can only hear one voice from EVERYONE. It’s very weird.” Onez waved his weird bird arms excitedly as he spoke.

“I didn’t actually mean for you to tell me about it, weirdo.”

“Oooohhh so your two voices were saying different things.” He nodded in ‘understanding’.

“It’s an expression, now buzz off.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Fuck off, leave me alone, go away.” Tommy says.

For once Onez’s dumb smile went away. “Why?”

“Because you’re bothering me.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Onez asked, looking hurt.

Fuck. He was being an asshole. Tommy sighed. “No… I just need to be alone.”

“Is that what your other voice is saying too?”

“Yes.”

Onez slowly got up and found an empty seat, leaving Tommy alone with his own problems.

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