Hazard zone

Simply put, super soldiers. Alphas, aka specials, are humans made into inhuman killers to exterminate anything and everything, humans and creatures alike.

Abilities:

enhanced abilities (i.e. speed, strength, sight, smell, etc.)

cellular regeneration (ages slower)

mostly immune/very little affected by magic and spells

survive death 100x over and more (virtually immortal but not exempt from death)

more abilities to be present by the alpha themselves (if they want to show you)

There alphas and then there are true alphas. 

True Alpha:

During the transformation from a human to an alpha, a true transforms like any other alpha with the exception of an extra ability gained.

Depending on the alpha, the power varies. (i.e. telepathy/telekinesis, shape-shifting, immunity, flight, etc.)

True alphas only happen once and by chance. Their genes are what determine if they are a true alpha or a regular alpha.

History:

Alphas are a new breed. They have only been around for the last 100 years and are evolving with time.

They are a menace to all other creatures.

By nature, alphas are vicious, arrogant, sly, clever, violent. If they deem you a threat, you are dead. 

Depending on which alpha you encounter, their personalities are different.

Weakness:

Alphas only have one weakness, the flaw in the serum of their transformation.

Bronze: If left inside the flesh of an alpha, they will slowly die away. However, if the bronze is not deep enough in the body, the cells will push the bronze out willfully and painfully (to the alpha) to save the body from death.

Warning: If you are to encounter an alpha, run.

A/N: All rouges alphas will be hunted and taken back to the agency to be put to death. Run while you can.

Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?

Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?

Bruises: Are you easily hurt?

Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures

Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?

Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?

Chin: How well do you take criticism?

Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?

Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?

Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

Feet: Can you dance well?

Fingers: Can you play an instrument?

Goosebumps: What scares you the most?

Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?

Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?

Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love to fast and too hard?

Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?

Kidneys: What is your worst habit?

Knees: Who was your last crush?

Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?

Mouth: How often do you lie?

Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?

Nose: What is your favourite scent?

Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?

Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?

Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?

Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?

Spine: What is your biggest weakness?

Teeth: What is your favourite meal?

Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?

Throat: What is your proudest memory?

Tongue: How many languages can you speak?

Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?

Jongdae: Left foot 4th toe

Kris took another long drag of his cigarette as he squinted at the bright clear blue sky. The day so far had been too long and too hot. He mentally kicked himself for wearing a dark colored shirt as he started to feel the warmth seep through it. He took the bud away from his lips and let the smoke play in his lungs before exhaling deeply. 

He stared at the cigarette in bitterness. If he were a normal human, if he hadn’t gone through his transformation, his lungs would be black. But he isn’t human and he did go through the transformation, and his lungs are perfectly pink and healthy. He scoffed at the though and took another long drag as if it would be the last drag that would kill him.

Kris shuffled from foot to foot as he stood outside the cafe and watched at the people went about their day. Girls giggling to one another, kids shouting in delight, elders yelling at teenage boys for causing a ruckus. It was an amusing sight. It was full of life. A childhood he wish he had, a teenager he wish he’d been and the pretty girl he wish he had. 

The real Zhang Yixing is not nice nor would he care if the staff worked hard or not. Sometimes he regretted making his cover life become the reality. He missed the days before debut when he wasn't training to be an idol. Rather he'd be out on assignments, taking orders and carrying out kill missions. Not that he enjoyed killing, it was the fact that he didn't have to pretend he was nice. 

Yixing took another deep breath and exhaled reminding himself of all the good changes and things that happened because he left the agency. He found the girl of his dreams. He softened up and became a gentler soul--gentler by his standards and that was quite a feat. He held more compassion. He realized all the wrongs he's done and tried to right them. He liked the new him but sometime nice was too nice.

He glanced up to see where he was headed when he spotted a tall lean figure up ahead taking a smoke. Yixing's lips curled into a small smirk when he saw his former friend. He wasn't quite sure what to call him, really. But, all he knew was he had to bother the man just like old times. 

Yixing let his mind delve into the other's, whizzing through his thought process and purposely dragging his presence across the walls of Kris' mind; all for dramatic effect. Yixing stopped walking and stared at the other in a trance as he was reading the other's mind, feeling Kris start to get irritable. And with a final childish poke to the wall of his mind, he heard Kris grumble for him to stop creeping in his brain.