*Zephyr

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 UNDER CONSTRUCTION/RE-DESIGN

Zephyr, from creation, has been held in a cell by humans. For experimentation, torture, trying to see what Lockettes are truly made up of. To be fair not many humans knew of his existance within this underground prision/lab. Only the radical few who did this knew of his presence. What was worse was that Zephyr was just a child. While his body was at 4'8'' in height, his mind was that of a child. Being raised in this cell prevented him from learning and developing. All he knew was that he was expirement 10C3773. That was his name. That was who he was. He knew that, the fact that humans did not like him and hurt him, that he had to be silent and not make a sound if he wanted food. Any questions resulted in harsh punishment and if he cried he would go days locked up in a cell alone until he spent thre days not crying. No emotion. No hurt. Well not a lot of hurt. He still sustained cracks and eventual seperation under their hands but he soon began to see that as normal. Experiment 10C3773 learned that anger, sadness, and pain clouded judgement. It was best to just feel...nothing. 

Eventually he was taken, the first time seeing the outside world, and brought to a strange place. A place with lots of information..and people! People that looked like him! Not human! There was a strange silence, as these beings noticed him. Noticed the tight grip, which he didn't even register, noticed what he had become de-sensitized to. All his cracks. The dim, barely there glow to his bells. Not bright like the beings here. How his eyes were dull, even as they looked around. The cracks forming tears down his face. Then they commanded him to introduce himself. So he did. "I'm Experiment 10C3773. " His voice did not resound out in a mature fashion like some of these beings seemed to expect. No. it was a quiet childish voice, that had many of these beings now reaching for various parts on them. Weapons? Had he done something wrong? Panic briefly flared in his body but it calmed as the humans spoke. Stating that they shouldn't do that. Do what? If the lockettes (was that what they were? What he was?) attacked the human group, he would die. Wait.die? Even though Experiment 10C3773 had wished for such a thing before, seeing these other...lockettes..? He felt something stir. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live. Someone noticed the spark of life in his eyes, and in that instant, they locked eyes. Experiment opened his mouth and did the one thing he had trained himself not to do. He screached. A shrill, piercing screach of pain, agony, pent up anger. It had the humans nearest to him flinching, drawing back away from him. In that one moment, 10C3773 yanked his wrist away, not caring as the sound of cracking and then shattering filled the air. His wrist now broken completely. The pain was sharp and burning but he ignored it. He always did. Instead with bare feet and loud jingles, he dashed forward. 

In an instant chaos errupted as the beings moved forward. 10C3773 was engulfed in the crowd and chaos, gold dust swirling around him almost protectively. 

Eventually finds a soft spoken, patient, lockette who helps heal his mental/emotional problems and teaches him about the outside world at his own pace.