Welcome to Gaia! ::

Name: Frexspar... Or... Frex. I guess. Uh- moving on..
Age: ...Can I leave this blank? I will...
Gender: Male
Sexuality: I don't know?
Species: Human... Ish.
Any Children?: ...No...
About Me: I do not really know what to put here, I am terribly sorry about that... I am very tall- and people have told me I look strange. I am six feet, six inches tall, with blue hair, yellow eyes, and greyish skin. (Some other miscellaneous things have been scrawled- but all have been haphazardly scratched out, and are now illegible, except for the following)

I have no past, and no future.

Hobbies: I will try anything once. But I like going for walks the most...

Talents: Physically, I am very strong. I am also very intelligent. Sometimes I can be a little impatient with people- it seems to me that not everyone understands how lucky they really are...

Looking For: ...I don't know... I don't want to hurt anyone. Someone nice, I suppose...

Other There's an other?

Character Name: Frexpar

Age: About two months old

OC/Shop: Original character, also was used as an NPC (for a short time) at the now seemingly dead (So far as I know) shop, MTMTE

Description: Frexspar is, and likely never will be, a normal looking man. He is very tall, and has strong, broad shoulders and a chiseled, square jaw. His hair is a bright, nearly neon color of blue, cut in a short, messy style with several pieces falling into his eyes and face. His eyes are rather large, and are a bright shade of yellow. They always seem to be clouded with confusion though, for various reasons. There are a lot of things that often escape Frex's grasp. When his head is set in more of his soldier persona though, his eyes are dark, his jaw locks and he gets very serious about what he has to do. His skin is an odd blueish grey, a shade that even he thinks is pretty odd. He's not self-conscious about it though, since he doesn't see much reason for feeling such a thing over something he can't change.

Frex has a series of six digits tattooed at the base of his neck, that read 008193 in heavy black ink. The tops of the numbers can often be seen peeking out from the collars of his shirts. He also appears to be in his mid to late twenties.

His clothing is all rather plain; he was issued a white wife beater, a black jacket, a pair of black slacks, some white socks, white briefs, and heavy black combat boots. Since he's left the institution though, he's procured a pair of blue jeans and a green wife beater that has the pronunciation for Firing Squad written across it in orange (which means it reads fir'ing skwOd (with a line above the o that keeps disappearing on me)) and a few other various articles of clothing. Nothing particularly dressy or showy, just things that, should he need to, he can get a range of motion to fight in.

Additional Referances:
[x][By Ghnee; Frex's skin is a little too blue, but it's awesome otherwise =D]

Personality: Frexspar is a bio-engineered foot soldier; created in a lab to be the stereotypical stronger, faster killing machine, his genetics were tampered with enough that the scientists who made him accomplished most of what they wanted to do- he has his faults, however. He's not any faster than a regular human being, and while his reflexes are exceptional, they're not as good as what they had hoped to achieve. He is, however, more resilient than most human beings. He heals faster, and has a much higher pain threshold than even the scientists who made him realized. His marksmanship is decent- not as good as had been hoped, but his physical strength is met expectations. Because he was one of the first experiments of his kind, they didn't want to enhance him to a point they couldn't control him- so he won't be breaking through walls any time soon. Bones however, are no problem. Frex's mental capacity was also better than they had hoped- Frex's brain was treated as a computer, with a lot of data on the world around him and how to intercept a target successfully and many hacking skills. However, in practice Frexspar can sometimes come across as at a loss- the simplest of things often elude him, and he has a lot of trouble understanding symbols. Things with deeper meanings than just what's at face value confuse him. For example, a skull and cross bones representing a poison hazard goes beyond him, as well as a red sign meaning stop. It takes some explaining, or research for him to begin to understand these things. He tries though, and he's always willing to learn. As a safety precaution, in case Frexspar turned out crazier than expected, or uncontrollable, Frexspar was engineered to 'expire' after a set term. This means that after about a year and a half, Frexspar's organs will begin to shut down, rejecting his own system, and he will deteriorate to little more than a small pile of greenish goo.

Even despite the fact he was bred to be a tool of war, Frex has a pacifistic personality. He greatly appreciates life, because of how short his own is doomed to be. Frex has done things he's not proud of- destroying the facility and killing a large number of the scientists who were conducting their research on him being one of them, but he doesn't think it's fair or right if he allowed them to do the same thing that was done to him. He spent a good chunk of time destroying any history of the experiments, deleted and destroyed archives containing the information, and executed several of the key engineers in the project when he took down the labs. But all this, he did in hopes of doing something better. From saving someone else from being condemned to his fate.

The time that Frex has, he doesn't want to waste. He spends day to day walking through various streets of Gaia, smiling brightly and saying hello to almost anyone. He has a strong distaste for those he sees wasting his life, because he understands better than most how precious life really can be. He spends most days watching people- or seeking new life adventures; everything is worth trying once, in his mind, and there isn't much he is afraid of trying. Even that which he's scared of, he'll do anyway, at least once.

He especially enjoys watching children play, because he had no childhood of his own and he sometimes like to imagine what it might have been to be a kid. He'll never know, but at least he can dream. Children's hospitals are some of the saddest places on the planet to him- and he's made several large donations (all out of government fatcat's pockets, with his technological knowledge) to families in need as well as hospitals themselves. It's something that is surprisingly easy to get away with, as what official could bare to take their donations away from a children's hospital, or needy family? It's good P.R.

Frex spends his nights researching ways he might be able to stop, or at least slow his ever-nearing demise. He doesn't need very much sleep to survive and function at maximum capacity, so he gets the most out of every day he has.

Frexspar is afraid of getting too close to anyone though, he has seen what grief can do to a person's life, and he doesn't want to burden anyone with such feelings, and so people that he meets rarely ever see him more than once.

heart

Siiixx~

EIGHT.

Muh favorite numbahhr

Ten

Tweeble?