Etherloch

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Etherloch

Identity: "All the good pigs.. Go.. To the slaugherhouse.."

Biographical: Name: N/A Aliases: Etherloch, ETH-34-LOC-H Species: Etherloch Nationality: N/A Ethnicity: N/A Marital: N/A Relatives: N/A Occupation: Surviving Base: Unknown

Physical Traits: Gender: N/A Age: 6-7 months Height: Varies Weight: Varies Physique: Varies Hair: N/A Eyes: N/A Skin: Red and black/grayish Other: None

Powers & Abilities: Powers: Shapeshifting, Superior Strength, Superior Senses, Acidic Properties Abilities: Can re-grow from just a couple of living cells, is immune to electricity, can replicate voices, is great at adapting to it's surroundings Equipment: None

Affiliations: [[image:|250px]] Group: N/A Rank: N/A Other: N/A Level: 19 User: @theh8nter

ALL GOOD PIGS GO TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE

"Billy quit the job. You can't blame him, he never really did like all the meat and blood. Besides that, it's not like he was particularly good at cutting the stuff, either. Anyways, glad you wanted the job, I wouldn't be able to do this alone. As you probably know already, we specialize in swine, here. The farmers make sure we receive the creatures, and we cut them up, then deliver the meat to whoever owns it. All the good pigs go to the slaughterhouse, here. We don't want bad meat, after all, nobody would want to buy bad meat. Let me show you where they all hang. Pun intended. As you can see, we've got around 300-350 pigs hanging here. They a-.. Are you alright? You aren't looking too good, your face is going all r-.. Oh god.. Oh god, what is t-.. What are you!?" - Audio recording from a slaughterhouse in Texas.

BUT WHERE DO ALL THE BAD PIGS GO

4:30 AM, Location Unknown.
The scientists of Source Biotech are developing an illegal serum. It goes wrong.
The scientists of Source Biotech keep trying to develop the serum. It keeps going wrong.
The scientists of Source Biotech manage to get their hand on DNA from several alien creatures. Something happens.
The serum being developed by the scientists of Source Biotech, having been given the code 'ETH-34-LOC-H', begins growing.
The serum being developed by the scientists of Source Biotech, having been given the nickname 'Etherloch', begins growing smarter.
I HAVE NO MOTHER.
The serum being developed by the scientists of Source Biotech is no longer a serum. It's a being.
I HAVE NO FATHER
The weird being, developed by the scientists of Source Biotech is loose.
I HAVE NO SOUL
The scientists of Source Biotech are all dead.

The being, Etherloch, escapes. It feeds. It grows. It grows smarter. It grows stronger.