Teito Sua - Former, Readman
5'10, Male, Mutant - Ex-Government Agent
Paper Manipulator - Ex-Captain of UNIT 64's Team Canopy
One of Twenty-Nine, that's how many they started with. Children from all walks of life and funding out of the ears - children that showed signs of mutations from an unknown origin. Some born with oddities, others developed through age, but they couldn't fathom how or why. So, they did what humans did best without rules, laws or eyes to witness them. They took them apart. Needles, serums, bone scans, marrow removals, organ skinning - everything they could get their hands on to learn more and more and more, until they cracked the genetic bridge of human to mutant.
Only Eleven survived that ordeal.
Teito, amongst the youngest but not unscathed. His seniors torn apart for their information harboured in their bones and then no one. Teito remembers only blurs of their hair colour, the walls of their confinement only swallowing their emotions by the day and by the time the experimentations were completed. He was already nine years old… He remembers being held by others due to his toddler state but now, he was watching the life of a man slip away from a cut caused by a piece of lined paper in his fingers. It was a sudden thing, a Doctor tried to pull him away from a fight, tried to blame him for the commotion, even rose a hand to scold him as always but something they didn't do right was empty themselves of everything but their clothing…
A shame, but it was a lesson well learned. As he watched them breathe their last, the flaring lights and loud noises woke something in him again. A surge of emotion that caused the whole floor to buzz with it too. No one was a doll forever, no, they could be broken and placed on a shelf, or they could move to the tune and strings they were dealt with. Teito believed in the latter, allowing himself to succumb to their demands but with one key difference. He was not a doll with no weapon - he was a monster in human skin if given the right tools.
Though confinement was such a punishment, it was more of a lip service, after all - his paper manipulation fascinated the scientists, they wanted to see it more, so they made a deal. All the paper he wanted but a promise to no bloodshed. Teito cared not for their blood, though he'd love to watch life drain from their eyes if he took them apart like his seniors, but he had to hold him tongue. Instead, in the palace of information and cameras, he was granted his paper - colourful and all shapes and sizes, some written on, some drawings, others patterned and even different in thickness, make and smell. Oh, it was glorious.
This, he knew how to play.
Play along, like playing house.
They sought information, so he was going to give them everything, to get his life back, to get into their hearts and clipboards, over and over. He allowed them to witness his creations, how paper bent, moved, stuck to his demands. Forming shapes, weapons, items, numbers - everything and anything he could make them do. Combat was on dummies but the sharpness, the weight, the deadliness of changing paper property from just flat dry tree to a sudden sticky, liquid-like cloth to the face. It was perfect.
Though thousands of nose bleeds, he learned from the ages of 10 to 19 - his craft. His body, mind and soul worked in ways that made humanity question the truth of nature and nurture, but honestly it was for a way of life. To harbour resentment and play the fool to have that one chance. Teito played it well, learning gunman ship, hand-to-hand combat when trusted, he learned academics and university level studies to ease his minds itch of wanting to know more of this world locked away from him. To them, he was the best subject and with it, their hungry slowed, their wariness dulled and just as he was to take his first mission for them.
An operation he didn't know was happening causing the whole place to be broken down, into, people killed, guns shot and the world they knew of nothing but study, needles and life of white walls was coming down. It was the perfect happening, their wants for him to protect them, ah, it made him laugh. Demonic and filled with nothing but vengeance as instead of taking his fellow experiments with him to slaughter those that came for their research and lives… Teito and those they treated like lab rats took them instead.
Paper scattered, smoke filled vents, darkness tore away ankles and blood covered many walls. The removal of those most trusting in their protection became nothing in the very circle that curated for their award-winning research papers.
When they were finally saved from the corrupted facility, they weren't sure on what to do, after all they were all children, barely turned teens, barely human in a sense of adaption to life, but it was due to human sympathy that they weren't put down like animals. Instead, they were moved to functioning rooms, they were graced a little humanity without twenty-four seven watch, they were given choices, toys, life and colour without pain. The Agency that took them in didn't really have a name, but they had a belief, and they were often shunned for it. They took in the mutants and gave them work, purpose and asked of them the results better than giving blood on a table you never know if you'll wake up on the next time.
Teito with his family, took it on board. They moved as a unit, Sixty-Four was their last number. They were given names after that, picked with great ease as they have given the choice for them. Teito, held his name proud - smiled for the first time with realness and the rest of the children followed through. Kyle, Igor, HYDRA, Gwen - they all became someone, something, and it took time for them to grow into their roles. Teito was pushed for the Leader, though not the oldest, he was the strongest mentality, and he carried the rest of them with him. He didn't mind it, it took the role with pride and with that the Unit grew into a formidable team.
Just a shame the old guard and the head of their Agency had to be changed out. An assassination of their favourite and greed took over. A pollution the Unit knew far too well… and ideas began to take place. Separation of their Unit was the first sign, but if anything, it only made it easier for them to slip away, one by one. Now it's a game of cat and mouse, who can find them when they control the shadows and technology along with it all?
