Cherubix, the Charming Razor

Cherubix, the Charming Razor
Out of all the subjects that were being created at Eden02, none of them were as promising or as terrifying as Cherubix. As it turned out, the Savage Chasm had species from all the major families of the dinosaur Superorder. Dromaeosauridae, the same family to which all known raptors and their ilk belonged, happened to be included in that group, for better or worse for everyone at the facility… After realizing the level of intelligence and lethality of the creatures, Father Fang spear headed the task of creating a weapon from them. Various species of raptor had been chosen, notably a specimen evolved from the Utahraptor line that kept its great size. After the incident at Eden01 became known, security was rightfully tripled around the already well detained killers. No sense of having a repeat performance except with dozens of ‘little’ monsters instead of two large ones. Eventually a hybrid was created that combined the raptor family’s best attributes and it was injected with the kaiju growth serum before being routed through the incubation process. Not long after that the resulting egg hatched and a new fluffy menace was born into the world. It was quite clear even then that the resulting raptor was anything but normal as it would peer almost questioningly at its handlers. Covered from head to tail in dull blue down, the raptor in question was, to put it bluntly, ‘cute’. So much so that several of the women in the facility that got to see the creature immediately wanted to pet it. When such an attempt was made it allowed the practice for roughly a minute; before mimicking the same motion on the staff member…with its claws. The worst part was yet to come for the as the staff member lay bleeding profusely from the seemingly unintentional claw wound, the little devil started to chirp in a fashion eerily familiar to laughter. It found the screaming and thrashing of its victim very amusing. These incidents went on for a time as the mite sized terror ‘experimented’ with various expressions and behaviors to test its handlers reactions. The chirping laughter became just as common as the rattled and bleeding handlers. Eventually Father Fang stepped in himself around the time the down feathers had largely been shed and tiny prominent ones began to sprout from its head and shoulders. The creature, named Cherubix for its innocent yet savage impression and the feathers that had made him so ‘cute’ earlier, was very much different from his primal forbearers.

Having a crest of feathers on the head and on the shoulders like vestigial wings instead of on the arms and down the back like other raptors was a fairly odd. What was even more striking was the dexterity of his claws which had a thumb and could rotate like a man’s with a minor ‘ pinky’ claw adding to the oddity. He was much more powerful in build than an average raptor and he quickly built definition and strength. The only thing wrong with Cherubix was that he did not grow to kaiju proportions as expected, instead he grew to about twice that of an Utahraptor and then stopped. The staff was beginning to wonder if they gave used too small a dose or needed to redose him…which would not work so well considering the horrific lumps of flesh that had followed with prior attempts with the procedure. Father Fang had been approached about the issue and waved them off. When asked why he wasn’t deeming Cherubix a failure, he smiled his usual sardonic grin and told them that they would be testing his intelligence by human standards the following morning. Finding the suggestion odd, the team got everything situated and under Father Fang’s gaze Cherubix proceeded to take the tests one after the other. With the exception of a language barrier, as naturally raptors do not have lips with which to speak, Cherubix passed each one with incredible levels of success, apparently possessing an IQ of over 200. Meeting with Father Fang again to debate the results, the staff were dumbfounded but still didn’t see what a use a military weapon intentionally designed for mass destruction or city defense, that couldn’t realistically do those things, was to them. Father Fang had replied in manner that chilled everyone in the room:

“You ask what an incredibly fast, powerful, genius level raptor hybrid that can regenerate wounds almost instantly and is practically bulletproof can do that would make any difference when he’s surrounded by titans and behemoths that can level a skyscraper with a single tail whip? I’ll tell you. Who are the most powerful people in the world? Our gracious pope for starters, the President of the United States and various other world leaders fill that role. Generals, admirals, kings and corporate presidents all carry the responsibility of the virtually the entire world and its ability to sustain itself. What can Cherubix do to these people that those other titans can’t without waking up half the free world? Kill them. Kill them while the entire world is sleeping. Kill them when the army is focused elsewhere. Kill them and anyone who thinks he’s safe in a bunker or a mountain cave, or a petty hole in the ground. Cherubix gentlemen, is not a weapon of mass destruction. He is not a bomb or a tank that can demolish structures and property. No, Cherubix is something that in a way is far, far worse. He is the bullet that slew Kennedy. The spear the impaled our lord Christ, the spark that sent all of Seattle to its foundation, the tonic that took Hitler to the grave. Stealthier than an assassin, stronger than a platoon of marines, more adaptable then a Navy SEAL, and more cunning than most of the boobs working in law enforcement, including the FBI; Cherubix is all of these things on a scale that is much more easily controlled and doesn’t attract nearly the level of attention his larger brethren do. You ask why Cherubix is not failure. It is because gentlemen…Cherubix is death.”

While he had many of the members convinced some wanted to know how they could communicate with a creature over vast differences that couldn’t speak any human language at all. Father Fang smiled and asked them to follow him to the cybernetics division. It was here that they saw the team adding the final touches to what appeared to be a set of speakers implanted into Cherubix’s neck that had a metallic cords anchored to his head on both sides. After being given an antisedative to wake him up, the lethal predator perked his head up and stalked over to the group with what one would swear was a look of smug indifference. Father Fang approached him as he had many times during his ‘handling’ of the now much taller raptor.

“I see the operation to graft that mental communicator to you went well. How are you feeling Cherubix?”

*Click* “I.feel.as.if.re.born.Fa.ther.Fang.Tell.the.doubt.ters.that.I.am.per.pared.for.something…more.enter.tain.ning.to.kill.I.grow.bored.of.test.dum.mies.*Click*

“They are all here Cherubix. Why don’t you tell them yourself?”

*Click*Hell.o.lit.tle.ver.min.Would.you.like.to.play.a.game?*Click*

Life around the facility was never quite the same after that…
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Ah so the mysterious Cherubix is finally revealed. Technically, this guy isn't a kaiju which is a big change of pace. So don't worry guys, there are no ninjasaurus in my kaiju roster just yet. This guy couldn't do shit really to a kaiju but he is an absolute nightmare to any human being and a powerful threat to a KCELL. Besides, raptors don't grow all that big, square cubed law aside .

In terms of what this guy does for Heavenly Fang, he's pretty much the special OPs of the group. He's really, really freaking smart and he knows how to get to his target without getting caught or even seen. Superior senses probably help with that a lot. Kaiju aren't the most secretive of creatures. You can see, hear, and pracitcally feel them coming a mile away. Cherubix pretty much addresses these issues for a the 'kaiju army' and does his job with a relish bordering on sadistic.

Personality wise he's pretty much a sociopath with a big ego and habit of playing with his victims. The fact that he's super intellignet makes this even worse because he also likes to torment his victims mentally as well as physically, in either order. He obeys Father Fang because Father Fang is a BAMF (reasons may be revealed later pending an illustration of the man) and forcibly raised the little bastard to keep his nose clean within reason via 'the wrath of the lord'. Kinda has a 'Saw' vibe to him. Powers wise he's basically a mutant, typical stuff there. Because of his size he's almost a kaijin except that he's obviously not humaniod. Not sure on the colors but his feathers are probably blue for starters. As a fun little fact, I imagine his speaker speech sounding much like Stephen Hawkings. He uses it alongside raptor expressions like hissing, chirpping, and snarling and the best human expressions he can make with the limited facial tissue he has.

-RenDragonClaw