Nova-TMNT O.C.(Edited)

Name: Nova

Age: 17

Orientation: Straight

Weapon: Clawed Gauntlets (I may play around with them when I draw him again) He has four of them.

Other

He has a pilferd Foot-Ninja mask that he wears sometimes. Nova will talk more when he is wearing it because his mouth isn't visible.

The clever mutant also snipped off the top portion of a hoodie which he uses to hide his face in public. He will also fold his wings around himself, to appear as though he is just wearing a colorful cloak. 
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Appearance

The first thing one will notice about Nova Is his height. He stands at a good 6'11'' (A good 3" taller than Donnie lol.) And the second thing would be those Cybernetic right arms, as if four arms wasn't already odd enough. Nova is a mutated robin moth, ruddy in his coloration. He also has huge black patterned wings. They are a bit damaged with little holes and tears that will never heal as they are too thin and fragile.

Personality

Nova tends to be a rather sketchy character, often meaning he'll do your dirty work for you if you have something he wants. He doesn't really regard anyone as a friend simply using people to get what he desires. His intention isn't truly to harm, he's just a hired hand that does what he must to survive, although he definitely can be manipulative. There's no questioning that. This guy has one huge weakness though, he has a serious sweet tooth. Oh, and he's not very talkative because he figured out a long time ago that his odd mouth angle disturbs and scares others. He does not tend to like humans either. 

Allegiance

Variant/Mercenary

History

Nova, like many other mutants, was no more than an animal seventeen years ago. He was a newley emerged Robin Moth, born without a mouth or digestive system, as many species are. His only purpose was to create a new generation and then die. But that was no longer to be his fate.

A scientist captured him, planning to use him as a test subject. He'd recently come into possession of a strange slime-like substance that he could not identify. The man planned to find out if it was some kind of toxic contaminant. A common moth would make a nice guinea pig-well figuratively speaking.

Snyder as he was called, toted his little pet to a warehouse in downtown New York. Outside it was dilapidated and unappealing to the eye, eh at least it kept the thugs away... Really t was only the inside that matterd, the space he'd converted into a pristine lab space.

The man sat down the jar that contained the firey colored moth. Its wings fluttered as it settled again. Snyder opened a cabinate to reveal the glowing ooze canister and sat it by the insect and carefully unscrewed the lids of both containers. He had alrready hooked a microphone to his collar to record his observations. Pulling out an eye dropper, he began to speak:

"Subject has been obtained, Hyalophoria Cericopa more commonly known as the Robin Moth. I will now administer the substance..."

The man slowly dipped the eyedropper into the ooze and brought it to the mouth of the jar wherein the moth rested. One little squeeze and it was weighted down, coated in the slime. It began to writhe.

"Subject is showing clear signs of distress."

All was silent as it squirmed and then a shrill noise, like something of a scream filled Snyder's ears. It began to get louder...

"S-subject appears to be growing in size, and can now express discomfort with audible sound..."

He grew quiet again as the jar burst apart,no longer able to hold the growing creature captive. In its distress it knocked over the rest of the Mutagen, causing another growth spurt as this creature stumbled around the room on new legs. It slumped to its knees, holding its face as the pain stared to subside.

It was about the size of a small child, though it looked nothing of the like. The ooze dripped from its large wings. Snyder was in complete awe of what was before him.  He spoke again, quietly, not so sure what to make of his not-so-little friend anymore.

"The substance appears to cause abrubt growth, as well as discomfort."

The moth started to drop its hands shakily. Its hackles rose, antennae swiveling around at the sound of Snyder's voice. He, as Snyder knew it was, did not look at all pleased with the noise. His large eyes settled on the human. There was a faint line trailing from between his eyes that came to stop at his chin. 

A clicking sound began to escape the creature as he flared out his wings defensively at the human. Though this man was still far bigger than him he did his best to make himself look intimidating. He felt very strange and confused. Scared...

This human still made no move to back away, so he stood and slowly the vertical line upon his face made sense, peeling back to reveal harshly pointed teeth. A long tounge snaked out from their midst and he flashed his wings again.

Snyder took a step back, noting its panic. It was so fascinating, beautiful. What was this miracle liquid that had created this being before him. He crouched in front of the little creature, noting the mess of shattered glass and mutagen, which he was mindful not to touch.

"Its alright, hey, can you understand me?"

A hiss of warning escaped the moth as the man reached out with what was meant to be a kind gesture. The words that reached the creature's ears came out jumbled and odd to him. They didnt make sense. 

Snyder stopped, pulling his arm back immediately, decicively seating himself on the concrete floor. Maybe it would be easier  to let it come to him. And soon enough the creature's curiosity kicked in. It eyed him for quite a while before deciding to approach the human. Snyder remained still as the moth circled him in a crouched walk, cocking his head at the man from time to time and picking at his clothing with four hands.

He made the mistake of trying to touch the moth again. He immediately retaliated, startled, and his sharp claws lashed out at Snyder's exposed throat. The man began to choke, drowning in his own blood. It poured from where his hand was clamped across it, in a failing attempt to stifle the flow. 

The moth skittered, back staring at the warm, red liquid that stained his fur. He began to shake furiously. He hadn't meant to... A whimper escaped him as he tried to find something to fix the human.

"Its going to be al-ri-"

He was choking on his words. He pulled himself up one handed onto his desk. He knew calling for help or trying to bandage the wound would do no good. The room was already bending at odd angles in his vision. He held no resentment, it was his fault. Always jumping the gun.

"Y- need to l-e... Othe-rs..."

Snyder suddenly went slack, slouching forward onto the red coated surface before him. The moth had tore through everything he could but had no knowledge of all these things or how to help. But now it was too late, he knew that. The small creature crawled into the corner of the room, head between his hands. What had he said?! He was so frustrated. And had no idea how to escape this place, let alone where this place was or even where he could go.

Hours passed before he heard more of them, the humans. They were coming inside. What would they do to him when they saw what he'd done...? His antennae pinned flat to his head with fear as he pressed further into his corner, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Gasps and cries of disbelief washed over him. They must have seen it. All the red... A horrible color, a color he would wear for the rest of his miserable life.

Three sounds. Voices he didn't understand.


"Snyder... Snyder!?"

Someone was shaking the lifeless shoulder of the man who slumped to the floor again with a dull thud. This voice sounded feminine.

"Oh God. He's..."

Instead of sobbing she sounded angry, infuriated. One of her companions picked up the body, paying no mind to the blood. The other pointed out the shards of the jar and canister with a shaking finger. An oddly crazed emotion crossed the man's wrinkled face.

"Marie, he's-he's done it."

The man said hollowly as the woman, Marie, frowned sharply as she examined the shattered mess that was now mixed with Snyder's blood. The silver-green substance intermingled with the mess as well.

"Again, he disobeyed me again! And look what happened! It should be a lesson to you two.He got what he deserved, now let's see exactly what we're dealing with."

Marie ripped the recorder off of her former coworker's chest and wiped away the red liquid covering the buttons. she let it rewind for a short time before pressing play on the small device. The group listened until it cut back to them finding Snyder's body.

"A moth...?

"And a big one at that."

The woman's eyes darted around the room as she slammed the recorder on the desk. The moth jumped at the sound curling in tighter upon himself. She turned to one of her comrades then, gesturing to the corner with a nod.

"O'niel, get it."

The red headed man looked from her to the corner. She had to be kidding, right?

"What...?"

"You heard me. You're a psychologist aren't you? Maybe you can reason with the thing.

She gave him a nudge in the direction of the creature. O'niel stopped for a second before walking slowly to the closed space. He spotted it then behind a filing cabinet. It was shaking with fear and its colors struck him, absolutely beautiful. The creature itself was exquisite. One word came to mind.

Nova

The man that approached him looked just as scared as he did, but then the sound that left the human's mouth startled him. It didn't sound terrified it sounded calm and comforting for some reason. His eyes widened at the man as he reached a cautious hand out to him and touched his face. A churring sound escaped him. 

O'niel didn't flinch away or move for a moment. Maybe it was calming down or Snyder had startled it before. He extended a hand to the little thing smiling when its fingers dropped from his face and came to rest in his palm. He stayed quiet, as it seemed to much sound upset the little being, while he led it out of its hiding place.

Its other hands clung at his leg and it suddenly buried its face in the fabric of his pants as it caught sight of the bloody mess again. He didn't like the others either, staring at him. He only liked this one. His grip tightened on the man's hand. And the way the female looked at him... Like she wanted to take him apart. He shivered, little wings vibrating with his worry.

"Well, look at you."

Marie said in a dark laced tone.

"Get him for me would you?"

She said, gesturing at the man who'd just finished neatly lying Snyder by the far wall. He nodded submissively and quietly wished luck to her new muse. He walked over to the creature and proceeded to yank him away from O'niel. The red head's demeanor promptly changed.

"Let him go."

Nova lashed out at the other man, sharp fangs sinking into his arm at an odd angle. The man refused to release him bringing out a rectangular black object out of one pocket. And before he knew it a bright blue light burst to life as the man brought it in contact with his thin body. Bright hot pain washed over him causing his hands to clench into tight fists. Even the one in O'niel's palm leaving bloody lines in his skin as he dropped like a rock onto the cold concrete.

Before he could make a move the tazer came into contact with O'niel's own body, rendering them both helpless.

Things only got worse from there, for Nova at least...

 Marie tested and tortured this creature behind closed doors for twelve years, only allowing short interactions with O'niel as rewards for cooperation. Testing his reaction to pain, poison, exploratory surgery and so many other awful things leaving the being scarred and twisted even if she did cover up all the wounds on the outside. There was no way to fix the inside...

But the key to many creature's suffering would prove to be his salvation. 

The Kraang had infiltrated the lab and finally decided to blow it wide open. They'd already gathered all the data they needed and planned to take Nova as their own test subject and leave this place in a smoldering crater as they did.

But of course things went very wrong. They misjudged the strength of a cornered animal and all the sacrifices it would make to get away. Needless to say Nova only escaped by a hair, but not unscathed. The laser burns in his wings and the pain where two of his limbs used to be were testament to that. And now he was outside. He'd never in his entire life as a mutant seen so much as a cloud or blade of grass. Every sensation stuck a chord of fear within him. He'd learned, in his little world, new was always bad.

There was no time, he dove for the first cover he could find. The alleyways. That's where they found him and the next thing he knew he was surrounded by walls again which strangely comforted him. Five faces encircled him, four similar and one resembling vermin. He realized that his right shoulder was bound where his arm used to be and only half of the secondary had survived. It hurt but he was used to much worse. 

Were they helping him? Why? Maybe they were trying to mess with him, fix him then rip him apart again. He'd played that game his entire life. What could they do to him that hadn't already been done? Nova let out a low hiss stopping when he realized the orange banded mutant's eyes had started to tear up. Nova made sure his back was pressed to the wall as he watched them. The purple clad one placing a hand on the shoulder of the orange.

"It's okay Mikey, he's just scared. That's all"

The rodent spoke to him then.

"My friend, we found you within the alleyways. We brought you here, to our home for safety. I promise no harm will come to you if you do not harm my sons."

He gestured with a sweep of his hand at the four green figures that he now realized to be turtles. The blue masked one gave him a gentle smile, although he of course could never return the gesture, his mouth angled as it were. Not that he would have smiled in the given situation. He trusted no one.

"Come boys, let him rest. He is safe now."

Nova took his time to recover with this family, never having much to say to any of them. And when he'd recovered, the purple turtle, Donnie having outfitted him with two cybernetic arms, he took his leave. He would return sometimes in the following years to leave the turtles gifts, or useful things he'd found and oftentimes to have his arms repaired though none of them questioned how he managed to break them so much.

He had taken up residence in an old rooftop greenhouse. He would have, in the years that followed hunt down and murder all of Marie's associates, saving her for last, that is if the Kraang hadn't already wiped them all out in the explosion. He often asks himself if it would have made him feel better, but then he remembers he doesn't care.

Nova's name soon reached gangs and clans alike due to his constant runs for supplies and random vigilantee work, never making it a point to discriminate who he was helping was bad or good. He soon found himself always with dirty work to do, for a price of course. Mostly bombings, kidnappings, teaching people lessons. The occasional murder he can tolerate but he doesn't like to make a habit of it, it attracts to much attention.