The thin girl looks around, examining her new surroundings. Having spent her entire life in the darkness of one of the Starmen's titanic ships, she is unfamiliar with even the ground she now stands on, being accustomed to the cold metal hallways that lined her former prison. She stands on the warm earth, barefoot. She is unaccustomed to the bright light now shining down on her, reflecting off the thin coat of armor that covers most of her body. It cuts off at her elbows and knees, and the girl raises a thin, pale arm to shield herself from the bright light. She squints through ice-blue eyes, cold and piercing, taking in everything around her. The girl looks down at the large metal bracelet on her left arm, smooth except for the four large numbers emblazoned on its surface. 0-8-1-8. That was all she had left. Not even a name. Just a title, setting her apart from the rest of the Starmen's twisted experiments. Subject #08 appeared mostly human. Mostly. If one were to simply look from her eyes up, she seemed normal. Pretty, even. But below, where one would expect to find a nose and jaws, there was instead a large metal cover, stretching from ear to ear. Three vertical slits broke the surface of the cover where her mouth would have been, giving her an almost skull-like appearance.
She waves a strand of jet black hair away from her face and begins walking, seeking shelter. Though this nameless girl has never set foot on Earth before, it is her home. She would not return to a life of captivity of the Starmen, not alive. If they wanted her, they would have to kill her first.
((Got the account up, hurray? Thanks to a screw-up on dA's behalf, the names MotherOC-Eight and MotherOC-0818 have both become unusable. Shame, now my username sticks out like a sore thumb. Anyways, I'm super-excited that I get to use an OC, and I'm sure this'll be lots of fun!))