Non-Student Character Profiles

[LuckytheShadow]

Name: Legion

Age: 1 year old

Race: Construct

Personality: Legion is just coming into the ability to feel emotions, and often acts erratically do to some programming glitches in his most recent upgrades.

Powers: Legion's powers vary, depending on what core he currently holds within him. Technically, though he can only carry the abilities of one being at a tyme, there is no limit to what powers he can have.

Past: Legion was created for recon work, primarily. Over the past year, his creator has tweaked and twisted him, sometymes in the middle of missions, to perform as desired. The recent appearance of emotions in Legion's programming has not interfered with his ability to perform his assigned duties, in spite of some personality glitches, and, for that reason alone, has not been addressed.

Occupation: Spy

Other: Legion cannot be killed without careful planning and the ability to get past an extremely powerful defense system, as he constantly feeds information to remote computer which backs up his mind and memories to be installed in another body, if the need arises.

Picture/Appearance: Legion is nine inches tall, and made of titanium coated in a titanium zinc alloy, giving him a bronzed appearance. His head is egg shaped, his mouth seamless, and his eyes a pair of focusing irises behind glass lenses. His neck, arms, and legs are all long and thin, his torso a sphere with a circular door on the front. He has a thin waist, no thicker than his own wrist, with a pelvis similar in shape to that of a human's. His hands and feet are slightly over large, and his toes are opposable, though they lock together when not being used for climbing. On his back, a pair of thin, dragon-fly styled wings can be seen, they are long enough that their tips are even with the backs of his knees.

His legs are roughly six and a half inches long, and his arms are roughly six inches long. In all, he has a rather skeletal, gangling appearance.  

[LuckytheShadow]

Name: Scarecrow Zumaoriri

Age: 22

Race: Zumaoriri

Personality: Sociopathic, sadistic, narcissistic, racist, juvenile, sarcastic, manic/depressive, chaotic and possibly schizophrenic. Scarecrow is a terrifying, unpredictable, and often tymes homicidal individual. He frequently uses his dizzying intellect and near-limitless resources to simply eliminate any obstacle, inanimate or otherwise, that makes the drastic mistake of standing in his way.

Powers: Speed, intellect, shadow communion, 'quicksilver'

Past: Scarecrow's past is a convoluted mess of murder, sabotage, and merciless opportunism. He has in due course attempted to murder and dramatically improved the lives of nearly every being he has ever come across. Very rarely does he fail to remove from existence anything he whimsically tries to. Those who survive often do so only because of another of Scarecrow's passing whims distracting him from the task at hand.

Occupation: Scarecrow dabbles in many fields, assassination, invention{both magickal and scientific}, construction, demolition, politics, slavery..but considers himself, first and foremost, a scientist.

Other: The anatomy of a Zumaoriri is almost completely alien on both a physical and metaphysical level. They do not have brains. Their skulls are incredibly strong, their skin tough and resistant to abrasion, the majority of their bones flexible and springy, and their magick pooled, rather than working on a flowing system in the way that humans and most other creatures do. These facts make them very hard to deal with by characters who do not adapt, and make them impervious to many of the techniques that have been developed to deal with races possessing more usual anatomies.

This does not make them invincible, by any means. In fact, it causes them several of their own weaknesses. Unfortunately, there are few who are clever enough to adapt themselves to the Zumaoriri quickly enough for it to make a difference should they cross a member of the Zumaoriri Clan.

Picture/Appearance: Scarecrow stands in at a mildly imposing 6' 5" tall, and 180lbs. His legs and arms are slightly disproportionately long, by human standards, but so much as to make him seem disturbingly strange, and he is thin in an extremely athletic way. His skin is pale, nearly white, and perfectly smooth, soft to the touch. His eyes, like those of every Zumaoriri, are monochromatic, white sclera, black irises, white pupils. His features are vaguely elven, with sharp eyebrows and cheekbones, and pointed ears, all of which are unusual for a Zumaoriri. Subtle hints of angelic lineage, exotically shaped eyes and unusually thick hair, can be picked out by a well trained eye.His hair is pure white, and constantly tied back in a short ponytail.

His clothing choices are monotonous, and generally consist of over sized, brown, near-rags completely unfitting for someone who has enough resources at his disposal to single-handedly mount a war with a small country. He generally wears a large duster, simple shirt with a lace up neck, simple trousers tied up with a length of rope, and a pair of boots that look like silver armadillos on his feet. His weapon of choice is a ten foot long length of chain, which he wears inside of his jacket. It runs over his shoulders, down to his forearms, where it is wrapped to keep it close at hand. His projectile weapon of choice is a custom built rocket launcher.
 

[LuckytheShadow]

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