(my character is a very fluffy white squirrel/white pomeranian mix with big blue eyes, can't get more fluffy than that. thought I'd mention since I hardly mention what she looks like)
Moon was only three when she was kidnapped, when her real name was taken away, replaced by the tag Moonchild. An utter miracle in the government laboratory where she was held captive, she was their first and only successful attempt at self-sustaining life, invincibility, invulnerability. She was also their only success with power-granting biotics, and became the holder of an air bending gift that allowed her to fly--- not that she ever got the chance. Rival labs fought over who got to have her, and who got to hold on to the formulas and procedures that made her what she was. In all this fighting, the records of how her gifts came to be were burned as well as deleted from all files by a frightened and frustrated scientist. He would later be executed for this crime.
For three years, poor Moon endured daily, painful experiments, testing, and outright abuse, at first to grant her power, then to try and find out what created them. She was trained slowly in the art of being a soldier, as even a child with such useful abilities could perform miracles out in the field. The year the little squirrel hybrid turned six, there was an attack on the lab where she was held by a rouge criminal troop and she was given the chance to escape, which she gladly took.
Now, about a month later, the six year old is all alone. She travels as best she can from place to place, stealing food, stealing treasures to sustain herself, and making shelter where she can find it without being scared to death by all the fighting and aliens and other terrors stalking the land. She tries not to be seen and avoids talking to strangers, because she knows from experiences two weeks back that the government is still looking for her, and won't stop till they capture her and bring her back to a proper laboratory "where she belongs." Sadly, she awknoledges that she must do anything she can to avoid getting caught, even if it means the horrific life of being a child on her own.
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Moon shuddered as she thought back to what she had just seen, all those images refusing to cease flashing in her head--- the blood, all that blood, it was so scary ---images of what the Vulpa alien thugs had done to the poor people. A sheep doll was clutched close to her chest by shaking hands, a doll she had found lying in an abandoned house. She was hiding behind the closest building to Shade and the others as she could without being seen.
Pain-stakingly, the little child took a deep breath and quickly dropped into stalking position. She was ready to follow these strangers to food, as she could find none here. Her fear of them was slightly quenched by the fact the alien in the group seemed friendly, not the kind of guy to try and eat her if he caught her stalking them for food theivery. At least she hoped this as she took a few sneaky steps out from behind the rickety boarded structure and prepared to follow them....