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[B]Username:[/B] AlphonseKynareth
[B]Character Name:[/B] Serra
[B]Race:[/B] Automaton
[B]Age:[/B] appears 19
[B]Gender:[/B] appears Male
[B]Rank:[/B] Crewfolk
[B]Occupation:[/B] Slave
[B]Appearance:[/B] For an automaton, Serra is disturbingly human. His face is made of a strange, whitish metal. His eyes are inlaid jasper marbles with little light flickering behind them to add a slight glow of life to them. The eye sockets and around the eyes are black to better accentuate the beautiful jasper of the eyes. He has tawny golden hair, real human hair. Very fine groups of strands were implanted into his skull at a time to make it appear more natural. He has very fine and delicate features, and every part of the face is very lifelike. There are small, moving parts, so tiny and placed under the little plates that make up his face, small and delicate like scales the plates are, and the moving parts manipulate the plates so that he can blink and form facial expressions. He has to consciously remember to make such expressions, otherwise he maintains a very dull stare and an expressionless face. The rest of his body, from the neck down, is a medley of the strange white metal, copper, steel, and iron.It is very lean and humanoid in appearance, while all the complicated parts are kept within the limbs and body so as to make it a more visually appealing specimen.
[B]Clothing & Armor:[/B] As Serra's body can be rather disturbing to some, he is clothed in a sleeveless canvas shirt, yellow in color, and a pair of brown canvas pants. He wears a black belt around the waist. A pair of black boots cover his feet and go up past his knees. The fronts are plated with copper for some protection. They are opened from the inner sides and are secured with sets of buckles.
[B]Gear:[/B] Serra owns no possessions. As a crewfolk, he does any task assigned to him, and thus, he happens to carry on his person whatever is necessary to perform a job.
[B]Weapon of Choice:[/B] Serra's first method of defense is a special projectile weapon in each of his hands. He is not fully aware of how it operates, but a complex system of gears and pistons charge vials of combustible liquid through his arm and discharge through his palms while the pistons generate a spark which results in a flame. It is not unlike a flamethrower, only his blasts out much like a ranged attack with intense blasts of fire firing from his palms one at a time as he shoots them rather than a steady stream billowing out.
[B]Personality:[/B] Serra is fairly new as far as anyone can tell, so he is still building a personality, though there are those who seek to repress it. He is often characterized as very naive, curious, and subservient. He will do anything anyone says.
[B]History:[/B]Serra remembers very little of his former existence. He was created by a young artist, he remembers that much. Vague flashes of bright, sunny windows and lace curtains and blue skies sometimes come to mind. But he also remembers fire. Something hot. A lot of working. And then, well, he cannot really say. Then he found himself here. On this ship. As far as the crew knows, they had left a very foul island not five days ago, when they found something most peculiar on their ship in the cargo hold. And automaton was sitting against the wall with a tarp thrown over it. It was badly damaged and had been deactivated somehow. When they finally woke it up, the automaton could not really say or do much. The deactivation had tampered with its memory. They named it Serra, for there were strange letters carved into one of the damaged plates that looked vaguely like an S, E, R, R, and A. So Serra he is. Since he has no memory or talents or feelings, they put him to work as common crewfolk. He has proven useful enough, so they keep him around.
[B]Other:[/B] Serra has dreams. He does not know what they are or if they mean anything, but at night, he can actually see images in his head when his eyes are closed. He wonders if there is some significance to this.
He is slightly affected by voidlight. He shows symptoms of a human being sick (complains that his head is strange to him, gets shaky, experiences weakness, shows slight signs of paranoia).
[B]Character Name:[/B] Serra
[B]Race:[/B] Automaton
[B]Age:[/B] appears 19
[B]Gender:[/B] appears Male
[B]Rank:[/B] Crewfolk
[B]Occupation:[/B] Slave
[B]Appearance:[/B] For an automaton, Serra is disturbingly human. His face is made of a strange, whitish metal. His eyes are inlaid jasper marbles with little light flickering behind them to add a slight glow of life to them. The eye sockets and around the eyes are black to better accentuate the beautiful jasper of the eyes. He has tawny golden hair, real human hair. Very fine groups of strands were implanted into his skull at a time to make it appear more natural. He has very fine and delicate features, and every part of the face is very lifelike. There are small, moving parts, so tiny and placed under the little plates that make up his face, small and delicate like scales the plates are, and the moving parts manipulate the plates so that he can blink and form facial expressions. He has to consciously remember to make such expressions, otherwise he maintains a very dull stare and an expressionless face. The rest of his body, from the neck down, is a medley of the strange white metal, copper, steel, and iron.It is very lean and humanoid in appearance, while all the complicated parts are kept within the limbs and body so as to make it a more visually appealing specimen.
[B]Clothing & Armor:[/B] As Serra's body can be rather disturbing to some, he is clothed in a sleeveless canvas shirt, yellow in color, and a pair of brown canvas pants. He wears a black belt around the waist. A pair of black boots cover his feet and go up past his knees. The fronts are plated with copper for some protection. They are opened from the inner sides and are secured with sets of buckles.
[B]Gear:[/B] Serra owns no possessions. As a crewfolk, he does any task assigned to him, and thus, he happens to carry on his person whatever is necessary to perform a job.
[B]Weapon of Choice:[/B] Serra's first method of defense is a special projectile weapon in each of his hands. He is not fully aware of how it operates, but a complex system of gears and pistons charge vials of combustible liquid through his arm and discharge through his palms while the pistons generate a spark which results in a flame. It is not unlike a flamethrower, only his blasts out much like a ranged attack with intense blasts of fire firing from his palms one at a time as he shoots them rather than a steady stream billowing out.
[B]Personality:[/B] Serra is fairly new as far as anyone can tell, so he is still building a personality, though there are those who seek to repress it. He is often characterized as very naive, curious, and subservient. He will do anything anyone says.
[B]History:[/B]Serra remembers very little of his former existence. He was created by a young artist, he remembers that much. Vague flashes of bright, sunny windows and lace curtains and blue skies sometimes come to mind. But he also remembers fire. Something hot. A lot of working. And then, well, he cannot really say. Then he found himself here. On this ship. As far as the crew knows, they had left a very foul island not five days ago, when they found something most peculiar on their ship in the cargo hold. And automaton was sitting against the wall with a tarp thrown over it. It was badly damaged and had been deactivated somehow. When they finally woke it up, the automaton could not really say or do much. The deactivation had tampered with its memory. They named it Serra, for there were strange letters carved into one of the damaged plates that looked vaguely like an S, E, R, R, and A. So Serra he is. Since he has no memory or talents or feelings, they put him to work as common crewfolk. He has proven useful enough, so they keep him around.
[B]Other:[/B] Serra has dreams. He does not know what they are or if they mean anything, but at night, he can actually see images in his head when his eyes are closed. He wonders if there is some significance to this.
He is slightly affected by voidlight. He shows symptoms of a human being sick (complains that his head is strange to him, gets shaky, experiences weakness, shows slight signs of paranoia).