Eris-9

Name: Eris-9 (Her only name. No last name. No identity outside of a test subject.)

Aliases:

“Eri” (A name she’s trying out. It doesn’t feel real.)

“The Ninth” (The scientists used to call her this. She hates it.)

“That Thing” (What the people who made her really thought of her.)

Age:

Chronologically: 22 (Maybe. She’s not sure.) Biologically: Who knows? Experimental gene modification, forced maturation—she doesn’t age right. She could be 15 or 50 and wouldn’t know the difference.

Nationality: None. She was never born in a country, just a lab.

Ethnicity: Unknown. She has features that could be European, but her genetic structure has been so altered that it barely matters.

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Appearance: Thin. Unhealthy thin. Like something grown in a vat and barely maintained. Skin like porcelain— but not in the pretty way. In the way that suggests she was never meant to be outside, never meant to be touched. Too pale. Too fragile. Hair: White-blonde, almost translucent. It used to be darker. The experiments burned the color out. Eyes: Washed-out gray, pale, dull—until she’s using her abilities, then they flicker like static. Body: Covered in scars, surgical, precise. Wires once threaded through her. Tubes once kept her alive. The marks never faded. Concave sternum, small breasts. Skinny, unhealthily so. Hands: Thin, bony. Nails split too easily. Her body is falling apart faster than it should.

Personality:

Doesn’t understand people. She can read minds, but she doesn’t understand them. Social cues, humor, kindness—it’s all foreign. Detached, quiet, eerie. She doesn’t blink enough. She forgets to breathe sometimes. Too intelligent, but in the wrong way. She knows how long it takes for a human body to die in a vacuum. But she doesn’t know what it means when someone laughs at a joke. Afraid of herself. Every time she loses control, reality breaks a little. Every time she tries to act normal, something goes wrong. Acts like she doesn’t care about living. She does. She just doesn’t know how to.

Backstory: Eris-9 was never a person. She was a project, an experiment, a number. The ninth attempt at creating a living psychic weapon. The only one that didn’t die screaming. She spent her first years in isolation. She spent the rest in tests. Her mind could crush bone, lift tanks, tear holes in reality. But her body? Fragile. Weak. A cage barely holding her power in. Every time she pushed past her limits, she felt herself breaking.

The scientists called her defective. They planned to scrap her.

She escaped instead. Now, she’s out in the world. She doesn’t know who she is, what she wants, or how to exist. All she knows is that the people who made her want her back.

And she will die before she goes back.

Abilities & Limitations:

Abilities: Telekinesis: Stronger than it should be. Stronger than physics allows. But unstable. Reality Distortion: Things around her…glitch. Objects flicker, time stutters, light bends when she’s upset. Mind Tuning: She doesn’t “read” minds—she “feels” them. If she focuses, she can push. She does not like doing this.

Limitations: Every use of her powers breaks her down. (Nosebleeds, seizures, organ failure.) She was designed to burn out. (She is running out of time.) Her body cannot sustain her power. (She has scars where tubes once kept her alive.) She does not know how to be a person. (What is normal? What is real? What is safe?)

Quirks & Mannerisms: Moves like a ghost. (She doesn’t make noise when she walks.) Forgets to blink. (It makes people uncomfortable.) Flinches at loud noises. (She’s used to pain following them.) Hates mirrors. (Her reflection…doesn’t always match reality.) Doesn’t dream. (She remembers the lab instead.)

What She Wants (Even If She Doesn’t Know It): To be something other than a weapon. To exist without hurting herself. To understand what it means to be “human.” To stop running. (But she knows that’s not possible.)

Final Thoughts: Eris-9 is not just a broken weapon. She is a person who was never allowed to be one. She is terrifying, powerful, and falling apart. And she does not know what to do now.