Black Eyed Kids aka BEK's

Genetically optimized baseline humans—lean builds, symmetrical features, and flawless immune response. Pale, almost luminescent skin; jet-black, sclera-less eyes (hallmark trait). Muscle density, bone structure, and reflex speed sit at the upper edge of human potential. No known congenital defects. Internal scans show minor neural restructuring—likely psionic interface. Heartbeat is unnaturally steady, often mistaken for bradycardia. No known wisdom teeth or appendix—both likely preemptively removed from genetic code.
Otherwise Identical to baseline humanity.

Skin Tone: Consistently pale to near-white, regardless of original ethnicity.   Eye Color: Uniform solid black—no visible sclera or iris.   Hair: Normal human growth and variation; typically dark shades dominate, but not universal.   Sexual Dimorphism: Minimal; both sexes show equal psionic potential and physical performance.   Other Traits:
  Low body fat retention
  High metabolic efficiency
  Accelerated healing (within natural human peak)
  High Peak Human potential in regards to physical and mental capabilities

Genetically modified Homo sapiens sapiens. Reproductive biology identical to baseline humans. No known fertility issues post-escape, though early sterilization procedures affected some. No confirmed second-generation births to date. (as of 1999)

Follows standard human developmental timeline. Psionic abilities manifest in early childhood and grow stronger with age, stress, and training. Older BEKs exhibit greater control and range; younger ones are more volatile but often stronger in raw output.

Ecological needs match baseline humans—air, water, food, shelter. All known BEKs live as a nomadic, homeless family unit. They gravitate toward urban margins: shelters, squats, tunnels, and forgotten spaces. Avoid prolonged settlement to evade detection by Foundation or law enforcement.

Identical to baseline humans. Require regular intake of water, nutrients, and sleep. Metabolic rates sit at peak human efficiency—high caloric burn, fast recovery, low waste retention. Malnutrition is not uncommon due to nomadic lifestyle, not biology.

Follows standard human life stages—infancy to adulthood. Only difference: psionic activity begins at or shortly after birth and strengthens with age. No known puberty-linked transformations beyond enhanced control and aura regulation.

Baseline human cognitive and emotional capacity. Heavily shaped by trauma, institutional abuse, and life on the run. Socially stunted due to fear aura—struggle with trust, attachment, and public interaction. Tightly bonded within their own group; loyalty and protectiveness run deep. Older BEKs often take on caretaker roles for younger ones.

Organized into tight-knit, nomadic family units. Typically led by the oldest surviving members—elders act as protectors, mentors, and decision-makers. Strong sibling-like bonds; hierarchy based on experience, not dominance. No formal government or clans—loyalty is personal, not political. Young BEKs are sheltered and protected by all members.

Highly sought after by organizations such as the Foundation, Psionic Syndicate, Apex Primacy, and Project Spartoi. Viewed as valuable assets for their innate psionic abilities, genetic purity, and resistance to disease. Potential uses include espionage, weaponization, breeding programs, and psionic research. No known natural byproducts; all exploitation is focused on the living subject.

Varies per individual, as with baseline humans. Tend toward facial symmetry and features considered attractive by common human aesthetic standards. Eyes remain the primary visual anomaly—solid black and expressionless.

All known BEKs roam nomadically across the United States and Canada. Tend to migrate along urban corridors, rail lines, and border regions. No confirmed sightings outside North America to date.

Consistently above average compared to baseline humans. IQ estimates place most BEKs in the 120–140 range, with a small number reaching genius level intellect. Learning capacity is high, but education is often limited due to early isolation and nomadic life.

Senses slightly heightened—keen low-light vision, rapid focus shifts, and excellent spatial awareness. Psionic field grants extrasensory detection of emotional states, surface thoughts, and hostile intent within short range. Some display instinctive empathy-based telepathy or brief precognitive flashes under stress.

None known. BEKs show full resistance to all common human parasites, including lice, ticks, intestinal worms, and bloodborne organisms. No confirmed symbiotic relationships observed.

Originally assigned alphanumeric designations (e.g., Alpha-Three, Beta-Nine). Post-escape, BEKs choose their own names—often based on personal meaning, favorite words, or what “sounds cool.” Some keep fragments of their original designations as nicknames or markers of survival.

The Family – The only known BEK organization. A self-formed, nomadic collective of escaped BEKs bound by mutual protection, loyalty, and survival. No hierarchy beyond caretaker roles; leadership is informal and earned through trust. Exists solely to shield its members from exploitation and recapture.

No innate or traditional beauty standards. Often adopt and imitate baseline human cultural ideals—especially those seen in media or encountered during life on the run. Tend to associate beauty with normalcy, safety, and acceptance rather than aesthetics alone.

No inherent gender roles or expectations—BEKs were raised uniformly without distinction. Gender identity is personal and fluid among individuals. Some express curiosity toward baseline human gender norms and may adopt, reject, or play with them based on exposure and preference.

Largely mirrors baseline human behavior. Older BEKs may explore relationships through imitation of human romantic norms—some form "boyfriend/girlfriend" bonds. No formal traditions; affection and connection develop naturally within the group. Romance is rare but valued as a sign of trust and emotional growth.

Varies per individual, much like baseline humans. Core values include safety, loyalty, mutual protection, and unconditional acceptance. Relationships—romantic, platonic, or familial—are often shaped by survival bonds and deep trust rather than social convention.

Technological understanding matches or exceeds that of baseline humans. While lacking resources, many BEKs display aptitude in engineering, chemistry, and digital systems—especially those trained in-lab prior to escape. Some create improvised tech or hack systems to support survival.

All BEKs speak fluent English by default. Many pick up additional languages through observation, stolen materials, or peer teaching. Adept linguists—possibly enhanced by psionic empathy and memory. No unique dialect, but some adopt regional slang to blend in.

BEKs are unusually polite—often soft-spoken and formally mannered. Common behavior includes asking for permission before entering homes, vehicles, or personal spaces. Etiquette likely developed as a coping mechanism to reduce fear responses in others and avoid conflict. Older BEKs encourage respectful behavior as part of group discipline and survival.

No formal attire—dress mirrors baseline human norms. Most BEKs wear what they can scavenge, steal, or receive from shelters and outreach programs. Sunglasses and hoodies are common to conceal their eyes and avoid attention. Clothing choices prioritize camouflage, comfort, and anonymity.

Largely mirrors baseline human culture, though fragmented by isolation and survival. No unified traditions—BEK culture is still developing organically within their nomadic family units. Storytelling, shared memories, and makeshift celebrations (like birthdays) serve as cultural anchors. Emphasis on survival, protection, and mutual care over ritual or heritage.

Birthday celebrations are common, even improvised—seen as a way to affirm identity and humanity.
  Storytelling and journaling encouraged by older BEKs to preserve memory and teach the young.
  Hand-holding or physical contact is used to ground younger BEKs during stress or psionic surges.
  Silent signals and shared looks often replace spoken words in public to avoid attention.
  Avoiding conflict and asking permission are ingrained habits for survival.

Harming innocents is deeply forbidden—seen as becoming like their abusers. Using psionics to manipulate, control, or frighten others without cause is strongly discouraged. Betrayal of the Family’s trust or endangering younger BEKs is the gravest taboo. Despite being feared, they strive to live with empathy, restraint, and moral clarity.

—“They were made in a lab, but they found each other in the dark.”
  I. The Birth of a Secret
They were never meant to have names.
  In the early 1990s, a clandestine faction within the Canadian Eugenics Foundation launched an experimental initiative known only as Psi-Alpha. The goal was simple, terrifying: to create human children whose minds could bend the world around them. No hybrid bloodlines, no alien DNA, no magical infusion. Just raw, uncut human psionics—refined, weaponized, perfected.
  To this end, dozens of embryos were gestated artificially from hand-selected donor DNA—athletes, scholars, savants. Their genomes were sliced, reassembled, and folded like origami. Gene sequences that governed emotional regulation, neural elasticity, and physical resilience were prioritized. Every effort was made to craft children who would never break.
  But something went wrong—or, perhaps, something went too right.
  Each child was born with skin like unlit porcelain, and eyes that never showed white or color. Just black. Deep, featureless, all-consuming black. Their minds rippled with psionic potential—some could influence thoughts before they could walk. Others cried, and made grown scientists fall to their knees, weeping. They were powerful. But not controllable. And worst of all, they made everyone uncomfortable. Even the ones who loved their work.
  One project director called it the Aura Problem. The way the children unsettled people without trying. The way rooms felt colder when they entered. The way even seasoned handlers twitched at their approach.
  They were labeled a failure. A contamination. A mistake.
  II. Life in the Lab
They lived in white rooms.
  No toys, no sunlight, no songs. Just testing. Just conditioning. Just silence and restraints and questions asked in calm voices through mirrored glass. They were studied like anomalies, probed like animals, recorded like statistics.
  Each child was designated by an alphanumeric code. Alpha-One. Alpha-Two. Alpha-Three…
  They were denied names, families, even mirrors. They were not supposed to think of themselves as people.
  Some tried to form bonds anyway—linking hands when they thought no one was watching, whispering secret lullabies made from half-remembered dreams. They stole crumbs of kindness where they could find them. A technician who smiled. A nurse who slipped a crayon under a tray. A broken lock on a door they weren't supposed to open.
  But even those small rebellions were punished. Pain conditioning. Isolation tanks. Shock collars. Memory wipes.
  And then came the whispers. Scrubbing procedures. Sterilization protocols. The word lobotomy.
  That’s when Alpha-Three—Ewen—decided it was time.
  III. The Escape
It happened on a night the Foundation called “low risk.” A skeleton crew. Reduced monitoring.
  They underestimated how much the children had learned. They underestimated what happens when dozens of psionic minds agree, without speaking, to fight for each other.
  Doors cracked. Systems crashed. Lights flickered and died.
  Security forces descended, but it was already too late. The oldest BEKs—barely thirteen—shielded the younger ones with their minds and their bodies. They moved through the corridors like smoke, like ghosts, like rage.
  Some didn't make it.
  But most did.
  They fled north. They fled south. They fled across borders and into the dark.
  IV. Becoming the Family
Ewen, Trudy, Theodore, and a scattered few more gathered in the wreckage of forgotten places: storm drains, rail yards, burned-out cars.
  They didn’t know what they were doing. Just that they had each other. Just that they had to stay together. The younger ones still needed food. Rest. Love. Comfort. And most of all, protection.
  So they made a rule: No more testing. No more labs. No more cages.
  They named themselves. Took scraps of language, names from books, names from television, names from dreams. Some even kept parts of their codes, like war medals.
  They called themselves The Family.
  And slowly, a kind of culture began to grow. Broken, raw, but real. They told stories. Celebrated birthdays. Tried to laugh.
  They scavenged what they needed. Sunglasses to hide their eyes. Hoodies to hide their presence. They slept in shifts. Moved constantly. Helped other homeless people when they could.
  The older BEKs taught the young how to control their powers. How to walk like they belonged.
  And through it all, they avoided the Foundation. Because the Foundation was still looking.
  V. Nowhere Yet Home
Today, the Black Eyed Kids move from city to city, state to province. Hunted. Feared. Forgotten.
  People see them sometimes. Late at night. On the edges of towns. Asking for food. Asking for shelter. Asking, politely, to be let in.
  Some say they vanish if you say no.
Some say they curse you if you say yes.
  But those who really meet them—the ones with strong hearts or old wounds—sometimes see through the fear. They see the trembling under the hoodie. The hungry eyes behind the black. The way the kids hold each other's hands so tight it turns their knuckles white.
  They’re not monsters.
  They’re survivors.
  They’re just trying to live in a world that insists they were never meant to exist.
  VI. Myths & Rumors
They call them all kinds of things.
  Black-Eyed Children.
Midnight Kids.
The Pale Wretches.
Demonlings. Vampyrekin. Shadow Orphans.
  In urban legend circles, they’re the punchline of countless creepypasta stories and backseat YouTube documentaries.
  "Two of them came to my car window. Asked to come in. Said their parents would be there soon."
"They knocked on my trailer door at 2 a.m. Just stood there, heads down, until I said no."
"One looked me right in the face, and I forgot my name. Just… forgot it. For a whole minute."
  No one agrees on what they are.
  Aliens?
Demons?
Faeries?
Government projects gone rogue?
  Some conspiracy forums say they're omens. Harbingers of catastrophe. That if you see one, death follows.
  Others say they're bait—for something bigger. That the fear you feel around them isn't them at all… it's what's behind them.
  BEKs themselves hear these stories whispered around trash fires and under broken bridges. Sometimes they laugh. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they just lower their hoods and keep walking.
  The younger ones get scared.
The older ones tell them:
  "Let them tell stories. It’s better than telling the truth."
  VII. Sightings & Cover-Ups
For every true encounter, there are a dozen exaggerated ones, and a hundred hoaxes.
  But the real ones? They don’t make it to the front page. They get scrubbed.
  A waitress in Des Moines served a group of kids with sunglasses at midnight—two days later, the cameras from that diner were “wiped in a system update.”
  A social worker in Montreal took in two young BEKs. Disappeared. Her apartment was found emptied—only a smear of blood and a medical bag were left behind.
  A highway patrolman in Oregon logged an incident with “three teens on foot, no visible pupils, probable psychosis.” The report vanished from the database within 48 hours.
  Even online posts vanish if they start to get too much traction. Threads 404. Videos go private. Channels close. Sometimes even the usernames disappear. That’s how you know it’s real.
  The Family learned long ago not to linger near CCTV. Not to speak too loud. Not to get comfortable.
  Because someone is always watching.
  VIII. What the Government Knows
Officially? Nothing.
  Unofficially?
  They know.
  They’ve known since at least 1998 when the first reports came to intelligence operations. Though they do not seem to be aware of what the BEKs as of yet actually are nor their creation by The Foundation.   Somewhere in the depths of the Canadian and U.S. intelligence networks, there are sealed files labeled “BEK” ” Cross-referenced with unexplained disappearances, electromagnetic spikes, psychic hotspots, and mysterious child welfare redactions.
  And Project Spartoi? They don’t just know the BEKs exist. They want them.
  They see them as rivals. Or raw material.
  The Foundation wants its property back.
The Psionic Syndicate wants to recruit them.
Apex Primacy wants then to join their ranks against humanity.
And somewhere in Ottawa and Washington D.C., men in quiet suits arent sure what to make of them just yet.
  But the Family keeps moving.
Keeps hiding.
Keeps surviving.
  Because the day someone gets their hands on the last of them…
is the day everything they escaped from begins again.

Ewen (Alpha-Three) – Eldest known BEK escapee and de facto leader of the Family. Organized the mass breakout.
  Trudy (Alpha-Eight) – Tactical thinker and emotional heart of the group. Acts as a second-in-command and caretaker.
  Theodore (Alpha-Six) – Archivist and psionic stabilizer. Advocates journaling and memory preservation for future generations.

Same as baseline humans—no unique mythological system. However, BEKs are often miscast in human folklore as demons, vampires, aliens, or ghosts. Some younger BEKs enjoy these stories, treating them like campfire tales or ironic inside jokes.

Interaction with baseline humans, metahumans, and other sapient beings is difficult. Those without psionic or magical shielding often experience intense fear, dread, or unease in a BEK’s presence. Only individuals with high mental resilience or training can withstand their aura comfortably. This barrier limits trust, diplomacy, and cooperation—even with potential allies.