SO, now that your all caught up with the Erasers and their failures, let's talk back-story yeah? Ok my name is... Yeah I have no idea what my name is, I have lived in a box since I was merely seven years old, I have brief memories of childhood, but I'd rather not bore you with them, what I do know about myself is I am fifteen years old, I haven't seen a mirror in about 6 years so I have absolutely know idea what I look like, the White Coats, the guys that keep me here, experiment on me and lock me away isolated from everyone else, and yes there's others in the crates, Alot of them too, but let's get back to the point, these White Coats call me experiment "Hydra" and that's the only name I've ever known, now I'm not very smart either, never been to school a day of my life, or the life I can remember at least, but I did know survival skills taught to me by the White Coats, that's the only thing these douchebags teach any of us.
Oh! Did I mention the wings? Yeah I have wings, four of them actually! I have a pair of 20 foot wings rooting out of my back, along with another pair of smaller, but still fairly large 10 foot wings they're black with silver secondary feathers, and yes they work.
Basic day for "Experiment Hydra"
•Wake up, get dragged into a field where I am forced to fly around for food.
•Eat, get strapped to a table while White Coats stab me with needles and "dissect" me to look for "imperfections"
•Then eat again and go to sleep and count the days until it all ends