Post by Servos Matche on Dec 22, 2010 17:43:51 GMT -5
Servos Matche
"I have no clue what's going on."
Custom Title: Living Machine
Age:63 (Age appearance: 25)
Gender:Male
Family:None
Race:Human (88% Cyborg Conversion)
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Home World:Gaia (FFVII)
Alignment:True Neutral
Job:Mechanic
Items:
Accessories:
Appearance While most of his body is steel plates, wires, and circuits, his head has been left mostly untouched, along with some parts on his torso and vital internal organs. The steel parts of his body were given a coating of a paint to mimic human skin color, so he doesn’t freak people out, but it’s started to fade and chip. Spray-painted on his left forearm is the number 088, though the meaning of it is lost on him.
Since his reactivation, he’s been wearing a solid green shirt with long tan pants and brown boots in an attempt to look as normal as possible. Over that, he wears a light brown duster. He stores both his sword and gun crisscrossed over his back.
Personality: Servos, despite being mostly machine, acts and feels just like a normal person. He enjoys good food, despite it no longer being needed as a fuel source, and likes to spend time in restaurants. He never liked fighting, but won’t hesitate to brawl if he or someone he thinks in innocent is assaulted in any way.
He is paranoid about water because of his incomplete conversion and fears hurting someone he doesn’t mean to harm. He constantly feels the need to find someone or something. He’s sure it’s the remnants of some programing that he’d been given, and believe that whatever or whoever it is will be able to finish his conversion.
History: While he doesn’t remember much, Servos remembers that he was a volunteer in a cyberization experiment funded by Shinra. His hometown is but a blurry, gray shape, which leads him to believe he’s either been tampered with or damaged in some way. Both could have caused a systems shutdown and corrupted memory files. He ‘woke up’ after the Crisis Core incident in a cave near some sort of body of water. When he rebooted, he was alone. No one but some remains of what were probably scientists and other unsuccessful cyborgs. He scavenged some clothes and found an old shotgun and shells for protection.
The first town he found was completely abandoned. It seemed that this was probably where the scientists were doing the experiments. While searching around, he was attacked by a large creature. He was nearly scared out of his wits by it, but then the cannon in his chest fired at it, killing it instantly. Seems there was more him than he thought. As he continued scavenging, he found a computer terminal. A strange compulsion lead him to plug the cord in his head into the machine, and a flood of documents flashed by his eyes. Suddenly he knew the layout of the town, what was done there, and how some vehicles were made.
Onwards he went on a motorcycle he’d fixed up; unsure of what he was doing or where he was going. All he knew is that he must find something… or maybe someone and he must finish his cyborg conversion.
Abilities: Uploaded Memories- His head had been mostly untouched, but on the right temple is a cord that can be plugged into computers. This allows him to download schematics for various machines and other important files.
Fast Fix- Using the tools built into his body, Cervos has the unique ability to do rapid emergency repairs to any machine he has downloaded schematics for.
Dual Wielder- With his enhanced skills, wielding both a normally two-handed sword and a shotgun is no problem for the cyborg. He attempts to strike with both weapons at the same time in a combo fashion.
Hidden Cannon- A large caliber gun is hidden in his chest. In times of need, he uses it to deal massive damage to an opponent.
Summons: [N/A]
Magic:
Strengths: Cybernetic Enhancement- due to his converted body, Cervos’ strength, endurance, accuracy and agility have dramatically improved beyond normal humans.
Man of Metal: Being made of metal has its ups and downs. The toughness of is plating makes a majority of physical and earth elemental attacks glance off him. Fire doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it would someone completely made of flesh. While poison still affects him, its damage is very minimal.
Weaknesses:Corruptible- A major flaw with being mostly machine is his vulnerability to hackers. An experienced hacker could mess with his wetware and software to make him do their bidding.
Incomplete- While most of his body is machine, he isn’t full-conversion. This makes bad weather and bodies of water hazardous to his and other’s health.
Man of Metal- Being made of metal has its ups and downs. Being relatively heavy makes him weak to gravity attacks. And lightning tends to mess with his circuitry.
WeaponRevolver Shotgun
and a Claymore
, [Hidden cannon in chest]
Crushes:[N/A]
Role Play Sample: From blackness, a faint green light shimmered. Numbers ran past too quick for him to read, but somehow he knew what they were. A checklist also ran by, checking off muscles, circulation, nerves, and brain activity. He felt the urge to open his eyes. A bright light rushed in the moment he cracked his left eye open. Servos groaned like someone waking up from a long night’s sleep. Looking to the right, he realized he was alone. Looking down, he realized he was naked. Looking to his left, he realized there was a skeleton leaning on his shoulder. That made him get up in a hurry. Now as he looked around, he realized that there were remains everywhere. Scraps of clothing on skeletons made him think these were scientists. There were other skeletal remains, but they were impartial and inside robotic pieces; indicating cyborgs like him.
It was strange. The last thing he remembered was being told he was going to be put offline for maintenance and some upgrades. There must have been a problem at the last second and the whole lab was moved to some emergency area. Over in a corner was a skeleton over a silver box. His legs made a whirring noise as he moved at first, but went away as he reached the box.
Inside was a full set of clothes including boots and a coat. The coat had loops on the back, as if it was made to hold things back there.
As he slipped the coat over his shoulders, he noticed a note at the bottom of the box. He picked it up and held it close to his face. The writing was so worn; he still had to squint to make it out. ‘Its dangerous out there.’ That’s seemed to be all that was on it. Next to the box, on the other side of the skeleton, was a slightly rusted five-chambered revolver shotgun.
He turned around and walked toward the entrance of the cave. The sun was on its way down, but he could see a town maybe couple of miles just east. His grip tightened around the gun as he took his first steps out of the cave.
“Servos,” He told himself, “It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride.”
Password: (Removed once accepted)
Crushes:[N/A]
Role Play Sample: From blackness, a faint green light shimmered. Numbers ran past too quick for him to read, but somehow he knew what they were. A checklist also ran by, checking off muscles, circulation, nerves, and brain activity. He felt the urge to open his eyes. A bright light rushed in the moment he cracked his left eye open. Servos groaned like someone waking up from a long night’s sleep. Looking to the right, he realized he was alone. Looking down, he realized he was naked. Looking to his left, he realized there was a skeleton leaning on his shoulder. That made him get up in a hurry. Now as he looked around, he realized that there were remains everywhere. Scraps of clothing on skeletons made him think these were scientists. There were other skeletal remains, but they were impartial and inside robotic pieces; indicating cyborgs like him.
It was strange. The last thing he remembered was being told he was going to be put offline for maintenance and some upgrades. There must have been a problem at the last second and the whole lab was moved to some emergency area. Over in a corner was a skeleton over a silver box. His legs made a whirring noise as he moved at first, but went away as he reached the box.
Inside was a full set of clothes including boots and a coat. The coat had loops on the back, as if it was made to hold things back there.
As he slipped the coat over his shoulders, he noticed a note at the bottom of the box. He picked it up and held it close to his face. The writing was so worn; he still had to squint to make it out. ‘Its dangerous out there.’ That’s seemed to be all that was on it. Next to the box, on the other side of the skeleton, was a slightly rusted five-chambered revolver shotgun.
He turned around and walked toward the entrance of the cave. The sun was on its way down, but he could see a town maybe couple of miles just east. His grip tightened around the gun as he took his first steps out of the cave.
“Servos,” He told himself, “It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride.”
Password: (Removed once accepted)
