6th OC, Gaia Tyrannus ReginaName: Gaia Tyrannus Regina Age: 22 Gender: Female Species: Human-Dinosaur Hybrid Sexual Preference(s): Unknown Nickname(s): None Alias(es): Project Chimera and the Manticore Birthday: Around 2000 Birth Place: Muerta East, Isla Muerta, Muertes Archipelago Role: Guard and Trapper Location: Sierra Nevada, California Height: 6'2 ft. Weight: 180 lbs. Appearance: Gaia is a muscular yet slim and voluptuous young woman with mid-long feathery looking reddish-gray hair and long quills atop her head and reddish yellow eyes with slit pupils. She has sharp teeth with fangs jutting out, long frilled ears, claw-like nails on her hands and feet and a long thick spiked tail. She also has a dusting of metallic colored scales around her eyes, chest and arms along with a couple of small spike-like horns on her forehead and larger ones around her head. Wears baggy camo pants, short sleeved black muscle shirt, spiked fingerless gloves and open toed work boots along with a raptor claw necklace around her neck. For winter wear she has a heavy coat. Personality: Gaia Tyrannus Regina is a bit of a complex person, due to being experimented upon and treated like a barely restrained weapon she has a warped morality and little to no issue with getting violent with those caught doing something illegal or causing trouble. However, she's not entirely unreasonable and can be willing to hear people out and be empathetic to them within reason. Mostly due to the DNA of Velociraptors and other Theropod Dinosaurs, she has a habit of sizing people up and stalking them from a distance to see what they're doing. On occasion she has made some dark humored jokes in a rather deadpan manner though she is working on her humor and facial expressions. Due to her newfound family with Owen, Claire and Maisie, Gaia is rather protective of them especially with Maisie and will keep an eye on her. Background: Gaia was made by Ingen and the U.N. Security Council as part of a secret project for future Military Operations and National Security that involved Human-Dinosaur Super Soldiers. Many scientists worked on the project including Dr. Henry Wu who soon distanced himself after he realized what was going on and felt disgusted that he was involved. When the Jurassic World Incident happened she was released to deal with the Indominus Rex despite some feeling it was too early for her to be used and ironically they were right as she killed the Ingen Soldiers she was with the first chance she got and made a break for it. However, she did her job in helping out in fighting the I-Rex while also revealing what Ingen was doing which soon landed the company in hot water. Fast Forward, she now lives in the Sierra Nevada with Owen, Claire and Maisie after events happened and helps out Owen from time to time. Equipment: **Old Laboratory ID Twin Bowie Knives: Contain a toxin in the handles made from her own venom. .600 Nitro Express Double Rifle Marlin Model 1895SBL Hunting Rifle** Powers/Abilities: ***Human-Dinosaur Hybrid Physiology Enhanced Condition Accelerated Growth Night Vision Enhanced Combat Martial Arts Regeneration High Intelligence Environmental Adaptation Enhanced Clawmanship Camouflage Infrared Vision Venom Stealth Enhanced Roar Enhanced Bite Fang Retraction Charging Ram Attack Weaponized Tail Thagomizer Protrusion Thick Skin***Birds of Prey - WallbreakerHe had no idea what he was. He felt like there was no-one like him in the world. This was a scary though to him. As he laid in the white nest with the warm light above him, he heard strange noises around him, whispering to him. He did not understand what their words meant, and that scared him. When he was big enough he was let out in a place with a lot of foliage. He felt safe there, but he needed more space. When the walls opened and let him out, he was on a field. On the distance he saw trees and shrubs lean over a great lake. It was better, but still not good enough for him. He needed more. At first he tried to get used to the area around him. He hunted the white four legged creatures, swam in the lake and napped under the shade of the trees. But his instinct told him the area was too small for him. He needed more space, more hunting-ground. But the white stone walls of the area stood in his way. He felt rage grow inside him and smashed his body against the wall. It let out a little under him, and he felt there was more space behind it. Then he knew what he needed to do! He had to break the stone and expand his area. It felt most logical in this situation, so he began to break the rock again. But before he was even half way there he heard humming above him. He raised his head to see a strange black bird with one wing fly above him. Fear froze his heart and he dashed away to the other side of his field. But before he made it, he felt so tired his eyes forced shut and he crashed on the ground. When he woke up he was groggy for a while, but then as he looked around him he noticed his field was bigger! The walls were now further away, there were more trees and there were now two lakes. There were multiple gray platforms that gave him food and more white creatures to chase. He had to sit down and think about this for a while. How and why had this happened? The black bird had appeared when he had started breaking the stone to expand his area. It put him to sleep and he woke up with a bigger field. These things had to be connected. We humans understand the situation completely. When the dinosaur starts acting angry and tried to break the walls, it means it is unhappy with something. The creature needs to be put to sleep and the things that cause it's uneasiness need to be changed while it sleeps. This dinosaur was different from the ones they had created before, so they didn't quite know what caused it's anger, but came into conclusion that a big predator needs a larger area to claim it's own. So they took down the old walls and expanded the area, hoping this was the answer to the question. But he could not understand it this way. To him, a magical black bird had heard his wish and granted it. Either way, he now had more space, and that was all he cared about. Despite this, he felt empty. He ate and drank, and yet he was empty. And it aggravated him. O great black bird who grands wishes, he called out one night, come and fill the emptiness inside me! he roared to the skies. But it didn't come. Angrier than before, he came to the wall. In the wall, there was a strangely formed rock. Inside the rock, he saw small creatures that looked at him. They stood on two legs, like him, but upright. They spoke the tongue he had heard when he was a hatchling, and came into conclusion they had been there when he was born. Why are you inside the rock? he tried to ask them, but they didn't answer, just chatted among one another. Answer me! he roared at the creatures, and they took few steps back, talking louder now and pointing at him. Fury took him over again and he smashed his claws against the rock, roaring again. This time the small creatures called out a high-pitched call and ran. Soon the rock was empty. Once again, a human would understand this differently. To a human, the rock in the wall is a viewing platform where people may have a close contact with the dinosaurs inside the paddock, while still being safe. To them, a roaring dinosaur is a magnificent sight, something worth pointing at. But when a carnivore roars and hits it's claws against the metal of the platform, it is worth running away from. But to him, he felt like he had won the small creatures and shown them he was the boss. But before he could get back to his resting place, the black bird appeared. O black bird, have you come to grand my wish? he roared at it, not running away from it this time. Now as he fell asleep, he knew when he woke, the empty feeling would be gone, and all would be well. He did indeed wake, but was not sure what had clanged. Then he noticed the rock where the small creatures had been inside was gone. The white walls now covered that place as well. Nothing else in the paddock had not changed. He looked around confused. He tried to feel if the emptiness was still there, but like a human who tried to force themselves to hear the clock ticking over other noises, he could not find the feeling at that point. Glad, he went to the lake to drink, and maybe even have a swim. But as days went by, the feeling came back. Angry he roared at the skies at the black bird. Perhaps it didn't grand wishes after all? He needed to sit and think again. If the black bird wasn't magic, what was it then? His thought came back to small creatures behind the wall. They were small enough for him to swallow in one go! How could they just stand there and stare at him instead of fearing him right away? Sure, they had ran when he tried to attack, but before that they had not shown any fear against him. He came to think that maybe the creatures and the bird were connected somehow. After all, it had appeared when he was breaking the wall, and thus coming to their area. And it came again when he tried to attack the creature inside the rock. Soon it all made sense! The creatures had sent the bird to put him to sleep to protect them! Angered, he wanted to bash in another wall, but knew the black bird would attack again. But that got him thinking, there must have been a way to trick the bird? Maybe he could trick it to fly lower so he could attack it and take it down? And then nothing would protect the creatures and he would have as big of an area as he wanted! Now he felt like his whole life had one reason, and it was to destroy as many of those small creatures as possible. And thus he began his work. Once again he would break the walls, only in show, to lure in the black bird. Then he would run to the woods. As he was sheltered by the trees, the bird had to fly a bit lower, but not low enough for him to grab it. After seeing that he was no longer at the wall, the bird retreated. Blast , he thought. He had to think of something else. If the bird would not come to him, he had to go to the bird! But, he could not fly. He could, however, climb. He found the tallest and strongest tree in his paddock, and climbed it. It seemed easy enough, from here, he could try to jump the bird. He only had one chance at it, and he had to make it count. That night, he was crashing the walls again. Upon hearing the bird, he retreated in the forest. As the bird was trying to find him in the woods, he climbed the tree... And jumped with a mighty roar. His teeth sunk into something hard. He felt the bird come down with him. Luckily for him, one of the lakes was just under them, and they crashed into the water. He let go of the black bird and swam away a little. He looked at the sinking bird with pride. He had done it! Now there was nothing stopping him from--- wait! There was something coming out of the bird! He saw as two, three small creatures swam towards the surface. The same creatures he had seen inside the rock. The ones that had talked to him when he was young. It all made sense to him now. He almost felt dumb for not getting it earlier. These creatures, they controlled everything. The walls, the bird, him. He was here because of them. For what? He then realized the creatures watching him inside the rock, pointing at him... He was entertainment for them. He was filled with rage as he swam towards the fleeing creatures. With a mighty snap, he ate his first human. And then second. Third one got on land and tried to run. But he caught it with few steps. He knocked it down with his snout and looked at it. It's flat face was filled with fear. "What am I to you?" he growled at it. But it only screamed. He silenced it with one snap. And thus, he broke the wall between him and them. He heard their high pitched calls. He saw them run from him. He was filled with pride. "I will claim this land as MINE you pathetic creatures!" he roared, and with mighty steps, made his way between the screaming creatures to take a look at his new kingdom. He had forgotten all about the emptiness inside him. For now at least...Birds of Prey - CallerThis story is based on my personal experiences with the game Jurassic World Evolution , and to the behavior of the animals shown in that game. The writing style is also greatly inspired by Kosmonauttihai's story,Last Queens of Thieves . The Caller From the day he hatched, he was alone. There was only a warm light, a weird grey and black branch that moved him and his egg around, and voices of creatures that were not like him. Even when he was merely a hatchling, he knew this was not how it was supposed to be. He knew creatures that he could not understand could potentially be a danger to him. He knew that the grey and black branch was not normal. But above all he knew he wasn't supposed to be alone. He grew up, fast. Faster than he was supposed to. He felt his bones rattle, his flesh stretch and his muscles ache as his body tried to keep up with his growth. He was constantly feeling growth pains in his limbs. He wanted to stop. But he couldn't. When he was taken from the nest, and woke up in a small enclosure with foliage, he felt a little better. He had more space to move around in, and the trees allowed him to hide from the voices. But he soon realized he was trapped even here. The white stone-walls kept him from leaving. One of the walls was grey and had weird patterns on it, but seemed otherwise just as hard and un-moving as the white ones. As for the trees and foliage, there was not enough of them. He knew, it was the creatures that had put it here. No matter where he hid, he could not get away from them. They would find him. He could hardly sleep. What are they going to do to me? He thought. He put himself on a ball as he hid under the leaves of a fern. He craved for something. He wasn't sure what. It wasn't food or water, he had plenty of those. But something was missing. And he craved for it so badly. One day the grey wall opened. He watched as his first sun-rays shone trough it and he smelled the fresh air for the first time. He dashed trough the opening. He was free. Finally free. His joy was short-lived. Around him, once again, were white stone walls. This time the area was way bigger, but now there were no trees and leaves to hide under. Well, there was one tree, but it was not natural. It had a cold grey trunk, and it was growing straight up. The leaves on it were real, but there were not many of them and it hardly gave a shade. There was a gray platform that gave him food, just like inside, and a lake to drink from. But that was all there was. Nothing. He was alone in this huge area. He could hear more voices of the creatures from behind the walls. There were so many of them. And they were just behind the wall. They could attack at any time. And he was all alone. He tried to get back inside, but the wall had closed behind him. A whole day he wandered around the paddock, eating and drinking, smelling and listening. The sun that had been so beautiful before was now a curse, as there was no way for him to shield himself from it's hot rays. He would sometimes walk trough the lake just to cool himself out. He kept himself moving. He did not want to close his eyes. Not here. When there was no-one there to watch over him. He knew it was not normal for him to be alone. He needed someone. Someone like him. To watch over him. To communicate with. Then he thought, maybe the others like him were out there, among the creatures? Maybe they were just as afraid as he was? What if he could call them, tell them they weren't alone? And so he did. He made his first calls. Raspy, and harsh, but loud enough to ring over the voices of the other creatures. He called few times, and waited. And waited... He fell asleep waiting. For nothing. Next time he woke up, the wall was opening again, and his heart stopped. The creatures? Or maybe someone had heard his call and was coming for him? But what came from the wall was both disappointing, and confusing. A huge creature with long neck, small head, and even longer tail lumbered slowly from the safety of the trees inside the paddock. He smelled the creature from afar, and came into conclusion it was not the creatures who's voices he had heard upon his birth. This one was different, something he had never smelled before. And it too was confused and scared. Like him. He tried to talk to it, called it few times, but got no answer. It could not understand him. And as the long necked one gave his own deep and low bellow, he realized he could not understand them either. Part of him felt like he should have been attacking the big creature, but his instinct told him he stood no chance alone. Alone. He let out calls again. No answer. Another day went on. The wall didn't open up again. Voices from behind the wall did not quiet down. The long necked one ate from the one tree in the whole paddock. He felt something grow inside him, but he wasn't sure what it was. Next morning he woke to the long necked one calling. They too were looking for the ones like himself. But unlike him, the long necked one got an answer. Another deep bellow could be heard from somewhere far away. He got up. The feeling was bigger than last night. He had no word to the feeling. But we would call it fury . Without thinking twice, he started running around the paddock. He was searching. He didn't know what. But he was searching. He called out few times. No answer. With all his might, he threw himself against the white stone wall. He was surprised to find it crumble against him. Only a little, but enough for him. He repeated the action time after time. Little by little the stone let out. He clawed it, smacked himself against it, over and over. He didn't care if there were hundred creatures waiting for him. He wanted out. A new noise started outside the wall, a long, high pitched call. He heard the creatures behind the wall answer the call, with their own even more high pitched. He heard running. They were gathering to face him. Let them come. He thought. Let them all come and fight me. And with one last push, he made it through the stone wall. For the first time, he saw the creature that had put him in the paddock. There were indeed hundreds of them, but they were barely taller than him, had no claws and very small teeth. And they were not running towards him, they were running away. They fear me. He though. That is why they contained me. He noticed another wall between him and the creatures, but this one was made of the grey branches from before. It would be easy enough to squeeze through them, he though and dashed towards them again. He didn't even realize the scream was from his own throat. The pain was sudden and lingering. His whole body went limp in an instant. For a while he was sure he would die. But he didn't. But he also no longer wanted to touch the branches. He returned to the paddock and tried another wall. More branches behind it. Another one. And another one. His claws were bleeding. His whole body was aching. There was no way out. The creatures had won. He laid on the grass and didn't think about anything. He was no reason to keep fighting. After all, who would he be fighting for? He heard the long necked one also grow anxious, and eventually try to break the walls as well. He was about to call out to them to warn them, but decided not to. It would not understand. Suddenly among the high pitched calls there was another sound. A humming sound. Soon a black flying creature appeared above the paddock. The humming came from it's one wing that kept it airborne. He watched it turn towards the long necked one and soon, the long necked one laid on the ground, un-moving. It killed him. He thought. The creatures outside send it to end us because we tried to escape. Shaking, he noticed the black one winged bird turn to him. There was nowhere to run, but his legs demanded him to get up. He ran from one corner to another, but it got closer and closer, the humming in his ears getting louder. He left a small sharp poke on his side, but he had no time to worry about bugs. He had to get away or he'd die! But suddenly his legs stopped working and he fell over. His panic turned into tiredness. His eyelids were heavy. I will die any way, I might as well give up. And with that, he closed his eyes. The humming got more and more distant. And finally, he was once again alone. He did not believe he would ever open his eyes again, but when he did, he was more confused than ever. The paddock had changed. There were trees and ferns everywhere. The voices of the creatures were much more quiet and distant. The smell of the long necked one was gone. But there was a new smell. He got up on his shaking legs and realized he was hungry. So he began following the smell of food first. He found another grey platform that gave him food. He ate fast, found another lake and took a drink. Then he raised his nose again to smell the new smell. It was familiar, yet different. Another creature perhaps? Before he could think of anything else he heard a call. Not the low bellowing call of the long necked one. Or the high pitched one of the creatures. He heard his own call. Without thinking about it longer, he let out a call himself. Silence. For a while his heart stopped. And then someone answered. Who are you? it asked. Where are you? it asked. He called again. I'm here! And soon he saw them: three creatures like him. Long claws, sharp teeth, narrow eyes... He had found the ones he had been calling for! The biggest one took few steps forward, head high up, tail straight and legs springed for an attack if necessary. He had never interacted with his own kind before, but he knew this was the Alpha. And he needed to show loyalty to them if he wanted to live. So he kept his head low. The alpha was big and white as the walls in the paddock. His eyes were red as blood. The alpha sniffed him few times. And then he left out growls and clicks he had never heard, but understood completely. You smell of them. Did they hurt you? the alpha asked. They send their black one winged bird to attack me , he clicked back, little clunky and unsure, this was the first time he spoke after all. I thought I would die... The alpha came closer, his head bend down, tail lowered. They did that to us too. You're safe now. The alpha purred. He felt as the Alpha nuzzled him gently. And in instant he knew he was safe. He was home. Gently he snuggled back, purring for the first time in his life. This is what he had craved for his whole life: touch . The two others came to him as well, smelled him and nuzzled him gently. They call me Crimson , the alpha growled. These are Fern and Rain , Crimson clicked, pointing towards the two others. What should we call you? the one called Rain asked. He had never thought about it. He never realized he could be called something! So he thought about it hard. This would be very important, he knew it... Caller , he finally said. My name is Caller. And thus Caller found his pack. Crimson was a very kind and strong alpha. He spoke to him all the time, teaching him new words and ways to communicate. Fern and Rain thought him how to hunt the white four legged creatures that appeared from the hole in the ground. Soon he could jump and kill like he had always been doing it. Sometimes the black bird would fly over them, but Crimson would stand on watch, tell him it was not coming for them. Soon he got used to the humming. Crimson spoke a lot, but never about himself or his past. But Fern and Rain said Crimson was not their brother. Caller didn't quite understand what "brother" meant, but he came into a conclusion it meant "someone who was born in the same nest". Fern and Rain were brothers, however, they had always been together. They too were surrounded by the creatures when they hatched, but they had never felt what being alone was like. When they had grown old enough, they were let out in a different paddock than this, the black bird put them to sleep, and they woke up in here, and Crimson took them in his pack. He was very angry , Rain said once. But after few days he calmed down and has been calm ever since. He was angry because he was alone , Caller said. I felt it too, before I was brought here. But one thing he did not understand... I called for you before, in that last paddock, but you didn't answer , he asked Crimson once. You were too far away for us to hear you , was Crimson's answer. We always answer to our own calling. If he had heard you, we would have answered for sure. And Caller knew it was true. Whenever he got far away from the others, all he had to do was call and someone always answered. It made him feel safe. Caller didn't know what the creatures outside had planned for them. No-one, not even Crimson did. But he did know that if they were to attack, he was sure to fight. Because now he had something to fight for.