Character Sheet
Name |
SP-X011, commonly referred to as “Eleven”.
Race |
Genetically modified human
Age |
Nineteen years
Appearance |
At first glance there is not much worth noting about Eleven’s appearance. She stands just shy of five and a half feet tall, with a healthy, muscular build that is the result of the strict diet and exercise regimen she has followed for most of her life. Aforementioned exercise has also left her just this side of being flat-chested; she simply doesn’t have the body fat needed to be well endowed. She has a soft sort of natural beauty that manages to be plain rather than attention grabbing, with gray eyes, auburn colored hair and a slightly tanned complexion that has more to do with heredity than being out in the sun. Years of studying and engaging in live combat have left her pale skin marred with scars of varying sizes, primarily on her arms and legs. Multiple surgeries performed to gain access to the data chip embedded in her neck have resulted in a good deal of scarring from the base of her skull down to where her neck meets her back. Her right bicep sports a tattoo, a single black slash that cuts across her upper arm as if made by the claw of an animal.
Eleven’s wardrobe is tailored to keep her scars and tattoo hidden from view, running high on pants and long-sleeved shirts, most of them black, though other colors are slowly but surely working their way in. Whenever she decides to wear a short-sleeved shirt she generally accessorizes with arm warmers, no matter the temperature outside. To conceal the scarring on her neck she wears chokers and collars and lets her shoulder length hair hang free, either in its natural waves or flat-ironed straight. The only other accessories she owns are a few rings and necklaces that catch her attention and, on occasion, she has been known to turn police tape or long lengths of ribbon into a fashion statement, generally by wearing it wrapped around her arms, legs and torso.
Personality |
Nervous, directionless and tormented, Eleven is nothing more than a broken parody of the person she once was. For most of her life she was a passionate if temperamental individual who challenged every preconceived notion of how she was supposed to think, feel and act as a soldier created and raised in Site Xavier, despite following orders and operating within the system to avoid being punished. Though she had her fair share of personal demons (including but not limited to anger management problems, addictions to violence and bloodshed, and depression) she was strong willed and confident and did not hesitate to make her opinions known. She even had the courage to try and break free of the life she lived at the laboratory when she befriended a Cybertronian in a place known as the Nexus, a crossroads between all times and realities, that took her in and provided her not only with a new home with his crew but friendship as well. But that in itself proved to be her eventual undoing when she was cornered in the Nexus by loyal Xavier soldiers who threatened her with the destruction of her new friends. Instead of fighting back or running off Eleven turned herself in to prevent any retaliatory acts against the robots who had given her a taste of what it was like to be wanted for who she was rather than what she was.
Upon her return to the laboratory the wayward soldier was put through reeducation, a process that all but shattered her spirit and allowed the staff to rebuild her as they saw fit. She has never fully recovered from the experience. Eleven is now highly prone to having mental breakdowns when stressed. She quails at the thought of making decisions for herself and suffers from severe anxiety. To make matters worse she lives in constant fear of being abandoned and left in solitude by those she depends on for mental stability. She often clings to them in the figurative and literal sense, shadowing them wherever they go and displaying signs of separation anxiety if separated from them for too long. While some of her old bravado still surfaces from time to time it doesn’t last; she has been beaten down to the point where she has lost all faith in herself. Rather than face her problems she always runs away from them. Only time will tell if she is capable of being the confident person she use to be ever again.
[Click here to see a much better snapshot of her personality than provided above.]
Likes |
Feeling like she is wanted by someone because of who she is, not what she is; people who realize that she is a living creature, not an item to use and abuse then throw away when broken; independent combat study; meditation; nature; gymnastics; dancing; curling up with someone for a bit of cuddling and physical contact that does not end in pain.
Dislikes |
Greed; cowards; feeling useless and unwanted; the knowledge that she lives and dies at the whims of other people; being mocked; being unable to truly remember the time she spent in Detroit with the Autobots; being treated like an unruly animal that needs to be caged; being left alone; being out of physical contact with the people she trusts.
History |
Eleven was born into a world where viciousness and greed were the name of the game. Cloned by the medical science staff at an underground laboratory known as Site Xavier roughly nine years ago she was created as part of an experiment meant to push the limits of the human body to make it stronger, faster, better. With the use of alien nanocite technology the scientists accelerated her rate of physical and mental growth. She learned quickly and excelled in her lessons which ran heavy on combat training as well as those typically learned in an ordinary school system. In a few short years she became what was considered a viable source of income for the financial backers of the laboratory and was introduced to the pack, a group of older prototypes that had been turned into a corps of mercenaries.
The introduction was not an easy one. As a newcomer the young clone was bullied unmercifully by her elders for several weeks until she submitted to the three dominants and found her own place among the more submissive members of the pack. Satisfied, two of the dominants eased back on their harassment. The last one, the oldest female in the pack who went by the designation of Three, was not so easily pleased. She continued to badger the youngster, for Eleven had been assigned to her team, and did not let up until she was certain that the girl had learned her place. Even then Eleven was given no respite from the bullying. Seven, a young male no more than a couple years older than herself, seemed to make it his personal mission to torment her at every turn and, unfortunately, there was not much she could do about it. He was the third member of their team, which meant that she had to put up with him whether she wanted to or not.
As the years went by Eleven eventually learned to work with her brat of a partner and their dominant, garnering a respectable success rate and kill count along the way. When she reached the age of eighteen things began to turn sour, however. Three was no an effective dominant; as a noncombatant she did not have any weight to throw around, nor did she have any real interest in protecting her two subordinates. This left the two younger soldiers open to attack by members from rival teams. The cohesiveness of their team began to fall apart, leading to an increase in tension between the three team members. To make matters worse the medical staff and their trainers were putting more and more stress on the pack as a whole. Before long the notion of finding some kind of escape from all of the hassle and drama cropped up in the back of Eleven’s mind, and an opportunity presented itself early the next calendar year.
While out on a routine mission Eleven stumbled into a portal that led to a place known as the Nexus, the crossroads were all times and realities come together. Cautious yet curious the soldier took the time to follow the rules of this particular multiverse hub and asked a simple question: “what separates people from robots?” The question earned her mixed reactions from other Nexus visitors - some were irritated, while others were quite civil in how they answered her. And then there was Ratchet.
At first the twenty foot tall, red and white robot from the planet of Cybertron intimidated her, though she was careful not to let it show too much. As she conversed with him, however, the teenager was taken in by his concern over the injuries she has acquired during the mission and the sympathy he showed for the life she had lived up until that point. A veteran of the Great War between the forces of the Autobots and Decepticons, the old medic had seen others like her before in his own species, young bots that had fought until they burned themselves out. Eleven soon found herself mulling over the thought of asking him for asylum. Certainly being around a giant robot couldn’t be much worse than what she had to put up with on a daily basis back in her reality. Her resolve strengthened even more when Ratchet himself half heartedly suggested it in a round about way, and eased her fears about being tracked down via the tracking chip in the back of her neck with mentions of anti-violence fields present in the Nexus and his own willingness to put himself between her and anyone who would treat a youngster the way she had been treated. The final deciding factor was the possibility that Ratchet could disable her chip, thereby lowering the chances of her being found significantly. Despite only knowing him for a short period of time she gathered her courage and asked if she could stay with him. Surprisingly, he said yes. It would prove to be the start of one of the best, and one of the most trying, times of her life.
Accompanying him back to his home reality to an abandoned factory that had been converted into living quarters located in a futuristic version of Detroit, Eleven allowed him to disable her chip, as per their agreement. For the first hour or so she and the medic were alone in the base as the rest of his crew were still out on patrol, though they stayed in the confines of the medbay until the return of several crew members drew Ratchet from the room. Eleven stayed behind at his request and gradually drifted off to sleep in the silence created by his absence. A short while later she was jolted awake by a loud boom echoing from somewhere within the building. Startled and temporarily confused as to where she was the teenager panicked and hid behind a stack of crates seconds before Ratchet returned with a companion in tow, a tall black and gold Autobot by the name of Prowl. Still caught up in her panic Eleven refused to come out of hiding even after the two bots had discovered her hiding spot. Ratchet was able to coax her out after Prowl had left the room and, once she had calmed down, the pair joined the rest of the crew in the common room so that introductions and formalities could be taken care of.
With the blessing of Optimus Prime, Eleven was allowed to remain in she would grow to consider her new home. The Autobots accepted who she was and what she was but rather than make her feel that she was constantly being watched they treated her much the same way they would any other human with a few exceptions here and there. Slowly her humanity began to reestablish itself, and she developed close bonds with each of the crew members, some closer than others. Her relationship with Ratchet worked out to be one of a guardian and his charge, the closest thing she had ever had to that of a parent and child. She positively adored the medic and spent much of her time with him, including spending her nights curled up asleep on his hood. The soldier also grew quite attached to the crew’s resident ninjabot, Prowl. The two of them would try to teach the other moves from their respective martial arts and simply enjoyed each other’s company as they meditated or explored the wonders of the natural world together. It was a good life, but as with all good things it would soon come to an end.
During an unplanned visit to the Nexus Eleven found herself corned by the team she had left behind. The staff at Xavier had been alerted to the existence of the multiverse by the frequent visits made by another of its soldiers, one who didn’t have the benefit of being friends with someone who could disable tracking chips. It hadn’t taken long for them to determine that Eleven had likely stumbled into the Nexus and wandered off somewhere. Now that they had finally found her again, her old partners were not going to let her go. Seven and Three threatened her with the destruction of any and all that had sheltered her. Knowing far too well the extent of Xavier’s firepower, Eleven allowed herself to be taken back to the laboratory to protect her friends, despite the knowledge that she might never see them again and, if she did, she probably would not recognize them.
Upon her return to Xavier she was quarantined in solitary confinement for a week while the medical staff and administration debated what to do with her. In the end it was decided that she would be put through reeducation, a process that would break her spirit and give them the ability to rebuild her. It took roughly two weeks for them to wear her down to the point of breaking, two long weeks filled with sleep and sensory deprivation, starvation and lack of social contact of any sort. At the end of it she was given back to her team, now led by Seven, to be familiarized with Xavier’s way of life again.
It was slow going. The emotional and physical trauma inflicted on her during reeducation had made her skittish. Seven rose to the challenge, however. He had vastly matured during her absence and filled the dominant role where Three had failed. He had the physical strength needed to defend his subordinates, and in the case of his younger submissive, had developed the patience to deal with her frailty. During the course of her recovery and retraining the two forged an unusually strong bond. Eleven came to depend upon her dominant for mental stability, while Seven looked to her for the affection and loyalty that was rarely seen in the pack.
Shortly before her nineteenth birthday Eleven was cleared to return to combat training and running missions. Unfortunately, being physically fit and mentally able proved to be very different things. The reeducation process had stripped her of her ability to handle stress and she was prone to having mental breakdowns when pushed too far. Her sleep was plagued by horrible nightmares, leading to severe cases of insomnia. Before long her physical health began to decline as a result, forcing her into inactive duty once more. Left with a small surplus of free time on her hands she eventually began to wander around the portions of the laboratory open to the soldiers, wandering which brought her back into contact with the Nexus.
Inevitably her presence in the multiverse captured the attention of her former friends. The Autobots had searched for her after she disappeared without warning from their reality, only to be informed by Seven and other Xavier representatives that she had been reclaimed by those that created her. The news had not gone over well. Prowl had even made an attempt on Seven’s life when the soldier bragged about the torment she would have to endure during reeducation. This attack only helped Seven to convince Eleven that the Autobots were dangerous creatures that were to be avoided at all costs, warping what few memories she had of them that had not been suppressed by the reeducation process.
Most of the encounters she had with the Autobots ended in near disaster, prompting Optimus Prime to regretfully order that his crew not approach her or any other known member of Xavier unless she specifically asked for them. Not all was lost, however. With each encounter the Autobots were able to dispel a little more of the propaganda against them. Meanwhile, her quality of life at Xavier continued to degrade. The pack viewed her as its weakest member and constantly harassed her. The administration was growing increasingly frustrated with her continued inability to function as a mercenary. Once again Eleven began to feel the need to escape, but three things held her back: fear, the knowledge that Xavier would hunt her down again and, most importantly, her devotion to Seven. She refused to leave him behind. Then, it happened.
A run-in with a Nexus spell known as an LOL turned her into what she feared becoming most: a monster. The change was violent and painful, dredging up the darkest aspects of herself that she had spent years suppressing and giving them a physical form. Her organic body was literally torn apart as she was forced into a corroding robotic form that was ruled by her darker desires manifesting as an alternate personality. Said alter ego craved violence and bloodshed, driving her into madness that caused her to attack anything that moved in her line of sight, including Seven. Terrified by the change she tore at herself in an attempt to get free of the living nightmare, drawing the attention of an all too familiar Cybertronian medic and a human child Eleven had once considered family.
Armed with an item that could repair her crumbling Cybertronian shell but unable to get close enough to her to use it, Ratchet made the decision to make himself a target for her aggressions. If she would not come to him out of fear he would make her come to him out of anger. His plan worked. By pretending to pose a threat to her dominant he provoked her into a murderous rage, and while grappling with her was able to restrain her long enough for his human companion, Sari, to repair her using a Key powered by the Allspark, the source of all Cybertronian life in their reality. Calm reinstated itself for a short time once Ratchet threw the violent hood ornament away from him and the anti-violence fields kicked in again, giving Eleven time to cool off. It wouldn’t last long. The power of the LOL reared its ugly head again, triggering an aspect that made her begin to rust and corrode again at an accelerated rate, pushing her into another mindless, near-rabid state. It became apparent, then, that the longer she went without mauling someone, the faster she decayed from the inside out. In the end the only way to put a stop to her attacks was for Ratchet to force her into stasis using his EMP generator and restrain her with Prowl’s help, using a pair of stasis cuffs that would immobilize her from the jaw down.
Powerless to help his subordinate and suffering affects of the Fear LOL himself, Seven was forced to make the difficult decision to leave her in Autobot care for the duration of the LOL. The robots were better equipped to handle her and repair her when the damage became life threatening, whereas all he could do was stand by and watch. Knowing that the active tracking chip in his neck would led Xavier straight to them he stayed only long enough to help them formulate a cover story before returning to the laboratory so that he could try and buy them some time before search teams were sent out.
When she finally came to, Eleven found herself alone with the Autobots. Instantly her mind leapt to the conclusion that she had been abandoned by her dominant. Feeling betrayed by the person she depended on the most she lashed out verbally at her appointed guardians, determined to make them feel as miserable as she did. This trend continued for most of five days until she had been worn down by the stress of constantly coming close to death by decaying only to be brought back to full health by use of the Key. The rate of corroding increased with each use of the Key; by the fifth day the rust was setting in just a few short hours after a treatment. Exhausted in every sense of the word Eleven asked to be left to die, a request that pained Ratchet to no end but one that he followed. Gathering the broken body into his arms he held her as she writhed in the throes of death, trying to offer her as much comfort as he could as she died. Eleven rewarded him with her own weak attempt to comfort him just before she slipped away. Devastated by the loss of the girl he had loved so fiercely the medic was reluctant to part with the empty shell as he mourned. Finally, he set it down, trying to compose himself enough to report her death.
In the moments that followed Eleven’s soul hung in Limbo as disembodied voices whispered to her from the surrounding darkness. They were trying to tell her something, but what? Before she could grasp the message she was thrust back into the physical world, a world that smelled of hot metal and was far too small to allow her to breath. Panicked, she struggled free of the shell that had held her prisoner during the LOL, emerging from the corroded casing with a perfectly intact human body…minus the sense of sight. She was quickly picked up by an ecstatic Ratchet, who did what he could to help her. The medic was eventually able to convince her to calm down and rest, letting her curl up on his hood and keeping watch over her as she succumbed to her exhaustion and slept.
Her slumber was interrupted several hours later by the arrival of Xavier representatives. In the past three days there had been a near constant stream of medical staff and Agents (ex-military members who served as the primary handlers for the pack) coming and going in the Nexus, searching for the missing soldier. There were only two this day: a doctor by the name of Bianca Rhodes and an Agent simply called Marco. Unlike the ones before them they appeared fairly unfazed by Ratchet’s possessive protectiveness. Unwilling to simply hand Eleven over to them he woke her. By this point Eleven’s sight had returned enough to let her see who had come to collect her and made the almost instantaneous decision that she wanted to remain with Ratchet. Marco she knew to be cruel and likely to rough her up, and Bianca had always treated the soldiers as less than human. Ratchet, at least, had always shown concern for her and treated her like she was more than something to be used and abused and thrown away.
With the aid of his crewmates Ratchet was able to escape the Nexus with her once he was certain of her decision, but not before learning that Bianca had been the girl’s surrogate mother and willingly allowed her to be used a science experiment. Now the Autobots are left caring for a soldier who is in poor health who does not remember the time she spent with them as a member of their family. Will she ever fully trust them again? Will Xavier try to reclaim her? Will she even survive? And what of Seven: what fate befell him? The only thing that is clear is that there are far more questions than answers right now.
Character Relationships |
[coming soon]
Play List(s) |
Located [ here]
Fan Art |
Tranformers Animated Eleven by Straya
Playing with Fire by Straya
The Fist Truth Shall Set Your Teeth You Free by Straya
Happy Halloween by PhantomOwl
Chibi by Sapphiress of Subeta
Headshot by Orchid of Subeta
*Outfit Example by flamesconsumeall
Eleven by PookaWitch
*Old character art recycled for outfit example purposes.