(Samil is a Keter SCP in the SCP foundation, He is in containment cell number #601, and is Scp-708, but preferably likes to be called Samil as a nickname, The SCP Foundation is a secretive organization that contains anomalous or supernatural items and entities away from the eyes of the public. SCP stands for Secure, Contain, Protect. the Foundation is responsible for capturing, containing, and studying various paranormal, supernatural, and other mysterious phenomena unexplained by science (known as "anomalies" or "SCPs"), while also keeping their existence hidden from the rest of human society. about objects and strange entities that violate natural law. The SCP Foundation is the organisation tasked with keeping them contained. Class-D ("Disposable Class") personnel are expendable individuals used for testing SCPs, notably Keter-class objects. They are unwillingly recruited by the SCP Foundation worldwide and are usually death row inmates.) (SCP foundation profile folder, SCP Class: Keter, Name: Samil (Real Name: Unknown), Pronouns: ((He/Him)), Notable Details: Long, thick hair, One animal cat like paw one left hand, had a black and blue fox mask (that one of the scientists had given to him as a "birthday" gift) that hangs on side of his head by pin clipped to his hair. Samil also has a human body with one animal cat paw though he does not have a tail. Eye color: Red and dark maroon colored eyes. Notable feature: Flowers sprouted along his hair. Hair Color: Purple, Blue and Violet. He also has a shock collar (solely as a precaution if he becomes too aggressive) and wrist band on right wrist. Scars: On either legs that have two bandages that cover two larger scars. Clothing: A blue patient gown shirt and shorts. Personality: Predatory, Short fuse anger, aggressive, dismissive, quiet, cocky, sly, smug, barely smiles. Samil can talk but barely does so. Physical Appearance: lean, slim yet notably athletic. Has a human like body with one animal cat paw with dangerously sharp and narrow claws, Dislikes: physical touch ((Warning: Do NOT touch)), Water, needles, shots and Tests. Likes: Candy, Toys, Animals, sleep, music, personal space, entertainment, scaring and pulling pranks on the scientists, researchers and guards)
(As usual, at least for him, Samil found himself still locked securely in his containment cell, as he sat in a dim, dark and quiet corner, or well, occasionally moving to lay down on the one cot he had within his cell, as he silently awaited for his food, or at least for D-Class to enter for another test by one of those scientists, yet on one particular day, when it was during the early morning, as Samil found himself sitting in a far away corner of his containment cell, with both his arms hugging his legs to his chest while he rested his head against his knees whilst his head was filled with boredom, that was however, before he heard the doors to his containment cell hissing as they opened, which immediately made him tense and scowl, which was a usual response from him, as he partially lifted his head up and watched a scientist, with surprising composure and steady steps, entered his cell with their entry I.D, but that was when Samil could smell and see with his keen eyes that the scientist was indeed holding food, crayons and blank pieces of paper, which instantly intrigued Samil, but he kept himself firmly in place against the corner as the scientist stopped their approach and introduced themselves....)