Nilo's Masterpiece Theatre

Bikini Gutierrez didn't really remember when she was born, but the farthest she could ever remember was the day people started to fear her.

Bikini had forgotten most of her past. That she was born in the slums, born an only child and her parents did all they could to climb the ranks to a better life, taking more and more performance shows as the only "exotic dancers" of the whole city. No one knew her family's style of dancing, the use of colorful mechanical costumes that turned two people dancing into one magnificent creature dancing like one. They called it the Quetzalcoatl, with a dragon looking appearance with colorful scales and feathers, it sure got a lot of attention for people to be actually interested in buying tickets to a show; but it also distracted people from the many times her parents robbed them.

"One day, we'll make you a real Quetzalcoatl." They would tell her, to be the most beautiful, powerful and graceful dancer. The idea of gene splicing their daughter was a risky one, it would make her stick out like an albino panther-- nonconforming and never able to really connect. But that didn't matter, as long as Bikini could rise to the top as the great new-line of dancing performers.

Bikini's parents would of done the same, but gene splicing back in the day was a bit pricey. They made enough to live easy and finally got enough to spare the money for splicing, Bikini at the time so oblivious to the world, unknowing as to what she was getting herself into. But the imagination to be a living dancer as graceful as her parents in their mechanical dragon costume creation-- was too powerful on her conscious that she wanted so much to make her family proud, and have their design come to life-- literally.

And so, it became the day Bikini was taken in and got genetically spliced with the most beautiful creatures to make a Quetzalcoatl-- the bright lively feathers of the scarlet macaw for height in her steps, the energy of ten dancers, and the spirit that can't be stirred. And the precious scales of a banana ball python, the beauty and strength to lift her up without a partner, and execute moves not seen by any normal human could do. And when she was spliced she was so beautiful in her parent's eyes, colorful feathers and a long broad snake tail, with one added genetic alteration not really wanted-- but was to be sure a good thing... hands that looked like dragon claws, perhaps an odd fusion of both animal genes. But it hardly messed with the original ideal design of their daughter, she was finally perfect.

Their whole life perfect.

Or would of been, until the authorities came to take away Mr and Mrs Gutierrez.

They might of been humble dancing performers, but they did much more than that. They were professional thieves that evolved from petty stealing, they had also began to rob small banks and jewelry stores of the middle class quarters. Finally with a lead, the officials where directed to a dancing duo who had a very suspicious invention that could of made it easy to rob these places, large damage but no fingerprints. The couple retaliated arrest, fighting for their freedom with the Quetzalcoatl contraption, built for more than just dancing it was armed with flame throwers and claws really mean more for just street tricks. In the process of fighting back, they had shoved Bikini out of the way being seen or involved of the arrest, making Bikini hit her head on the asphalt blacking out instantly before she could even understand what was happening to her family. And Bikini never saw her parents since, never knowing if they died or if they are still alive, she just didn't know.

When Bikini regained her consciousness, her eyes were blackened with exhaust, her head ached and all she could sense was... heat. She could see nothing but heat, sensing red and orange hues of the living passing her by as her tired body was slumped against a building. When she did manage to open her eyes wide to see the world like she used to with her normal eyes, it was already morning of the next day. Getting up she looked over her body, looking in terror and screaming when she felt her tail move for the very first time. She had no remembrance of the gene splicing, the arrest-- the faces of her mother and father. She couldn't remember that at all.

But what she could remember was her name, and how to dance as if she was born with it. However, it didn't help that the fact the issue of having claws-- made people fear her. She tried reaching out to people for help, but she'd end up cutting them with her crazy sharp talons. She was confused and angry at herself, and so she ran, hiding under a bridge dried up from long ago, looking down into the last puddle of water at the creature she didn't recognize as herself. She disliked it so much, she just wanted to hurt herself. She didn't want to stay here alive if she couldn't keep herself from hurting people when she got close. Out of frustration she began beating her head and crying, her claws snatching onto her input jack and ripping it out of her, sending a loud ringing int her ears, and with the amount of blood she lost out of her fit she fainted after that.

And after that day she realized she was hidden by the eyes of the government now, and that made things a bit easier for her, getting back into society and dancing for money, partying to keep her life exciting, and her hands hidden in long sleeves that don't hurt anyone anymore. A parent's design and a little girl's dream, she was the perfect child, even if they were never there for her from that day on.