well here's persleys bio.

When Presley was still in his egg, he was stolen from his mothers nest by some scientists who incubated him using eclectic forces. They were interested in him more when he started giving out small bolts of electricity and continued experimenting on him for all of his childhood. He lived in a small room supplied with weights food and water, he built up his strength and worked out allot.
These scientists were evil and were plotting to use him to try and take over the world. He was brainwashed and believed they were doing the right thing. Then as a teenager they took him outside, chained.
In the corner of his eye he saw another flying creature land in a nearby tree, she had beautifully coloured hair and he wondered what she was... was she one of him, she did fly after all. He tired to get out of these chains, why were they chaining me if we were on the same side? These two creatures made eye contact and their was fear in both eyes. He blinked and she was gone. In a panic he looks around vigorously and tried to escape. The scientists panic and smack him on the back of the head with a big metal baton and he fell to the floor. Then a heavy breeze blows past them all, like a big gust of wind. The scientists turn around and Presley is standing giving off sparks of energy they take out ion canons but before they can a huge bolt of electricity comes their way along with a huge twister never to be seen again. Presley faints.
When he wakes up he’s in a large comfy bed. Bob Marley and colourful posters surround the rooms it wasn’t the tidiest of places but he was safe.
The girl comes into the room; he is still fascinated by her hair, so colourful. She smiles at him and hands him a drink sits next to him “ hi, the names Hailie” she puts out a hand to shake his, he looks down a bit confused and looks back up at her. Hailie grins “well there’s a lot your going to need to learn” she giggles and grabs his hand and gives him a gentle hand shake. She turns on the TV and Presley is fascinated.
“But first things first” she takes out what appears to be grass rolled up in paper and lights it.


This bio is work in progress so any feed back is apprciated.

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