Irc-Arus

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AGE: 19 (6.1)
SPECIES: Worm
GENDER: Male
POWERS: Heat Generation (self-explanatory) and Technopathy (developing; cannot manipulate with mind yet)
ID NUMBER: 14772
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HEIGHT: 5'8" (5'6")
WEIGHT: 200+lb (70lb)
SKIN: Very dry; lightly tanned
HAIR: Salmon hair; no longer than an inch
EYES: Big, dark blue, and cute
MARKINGS: Burns the cut down his arms and legs, leaving burns covering most of his limbs
POSTURE: When standing, almost seems stiff and locked in place, but can have posture that will look perfect in action, but awkward when paced
COORDINATION: Unlucky. He will trip or something will break when he needs most desperately for something to go right.
FACE CLAIM: N/A
FEATURES: Most noticeable detail is that when he opens his mouth, his teeth look awkward and like they shouldn't fit in his mouth, but it is hard to notice when he keeps his mouth closed. He had extra hairy arms, but all hair has been burnt off. There are two stubs in his back that his mother calls wings, but they look more like fins. His ears also resemble pig ears.
CLOTHING: On top of his head is a gray camouflage bandana covering his hair. He wears a gray tank-top, a yellow-plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped short, and faded denim shorts. While not technically clothing, his arms and legs are covered in a metal replacement skin, with machinery that boost his nearly useless muscles. See medical details for more information.
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• Technology
  
• Mafia
  
• Organized Revolution
  
• Ripped Clothing
  

DISLIKES:

• Water
  
• Present Authority
  
• Technology prices
  
• Babies
  

STRENGTHS:

• Adapting Technology
  
• Baby Faced
  
• Memorized bigger Mafia members
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Inconsiderate to physical limitations
  
• Unlucky around impressionable mafia members
  
• Easily assumed to be a victim, not a criminal
  

FEARS:

• Homelessness
  
• Being taken away
  

HOBBIES:

• Fiddling with technology
  
• Studying mafia activity
  

QUIRKS:

• Uses his hand like a phone or voice input, sometimes jokingly
  
• Rubs his shoulder post-combat
  
• Likes to call girls "doll" and boys "pal"
  

PERSONALITY: Irc-Arus is a very ambitious individual. From a young age he has loved technology and understood it without having to apply much effort. After his self-induced injury, frustrated with the first piece of technology he couldn't understand, a prototype headset scanning unit used by a royal guard, he had the harsh truth of greed shown to him while in the hospital. After that, he has become more hot headed and eager to become part of the mafia, which has no interest in him. He will almost automatically respond to any questions, but records suggest he is a compulsive liar. This may be due to disbelief that he, a physically disabled individual, would want to join the mafia. Around girls, he can be flirty.
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[/font]:[/b] Aspiring (Failing) Criminal
CLASS: Middle
LIVING: Suburb
CRIMINAL HISTORY: Aside from self-harm, he has been sighted at many mafia related incidents, but was regarded as a bystander or victim.

HEALTH: Weak limb muscles; barely any remaining flesh on said limbs; known to get minimal sleep
HEALTH CONDITIONS: His limbs have no skin and barely any muscle or fat left. He has replacement skin made of metal, and machinery that boots the capabilities of his muscles, which he has made multiple modifications to. These modifications can vary from increasing strength capabilities to installing weapons.
MEDICAL HISTORY: Hospitalized after excessively heating up his arms and legs to a point where his skin, muscles, and fat were mostly destroyed, just barely leaving enough to leave a skeletal frame to build replacement limbs around, leaving him capable of returning to a normal status.

FAMILY:

• Father, Jad-Arus, Late 40s, Sales Manager
  
• Mother, Medudra, Early 40s, House Cleaner
  

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Hetero
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Hetero
ROMANTIC HISTORY: A few short lived relationships in high school, of no significance.
HISTORY: Irc-Arus was born of a Monster father and Worm mother, ending up in the middle class. He always would find broken technology to tinker with, since his technopathy never developed beyond understanding what is working and what is broken and how to fix it or improve it. He was aspiring to be an engineer, among the most promising in his high school, until the summer before his senior year, where he encountered a royal guard wearing an experimental information scanner, which drew Irc-Arus mad, resulting in him overheating his hands and legs, managing to burn off an excessive amount of his body.

Doctors gave Irc-Arus's father the option of putting him through physical therapy, costing months of work, or offering an experimental ability to replace his skin and muscles with machinery. When inquires about healing his body were made, no medical professional had the capabilities to stretch enough life force that it would be worth healing. Jad-Arus chose to pay for the experimental technology, putting him into debt, meaning Irc-Arus would have to drop out of high school and his mother would have to get a job. After only a week of adapting to his new limbs, Irc-Arus was allowed to roam freely. He began modifying his add-ons, finding ways of fitting blades and firearms into his limbs, as well as increasing his capacities for strength and speed. Each limb is connected to a hub that wirelessly connects to his cellphone, which processes combat-ready voice commands. Power has become a minimal concern, using his Heat Generation as an emergency battery.

The newly capable Irc-Arus aspired primarily to prove himself worth to the mafia, but has failed multiple times. Whether it was being late to the scene, his modifications not running correctly, or he is misportrayed as a victim. No mafia members have shown interest in him, though when having to defend himself, Irc-Arus has proven himself more than capable. His luck seems to turn south only around mafia members. He continues to roam the streets, looking for what goods he can get on, but often ends up returning home without any success.
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AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
LOCATION: Northwest Indiana
TIME ZONE: Realtime

EXAMPLE POST: A familiar mixture of huffing and clanking filling the back streets of the Ninth City's downtown. It was Irc-Arus trying to catch up to some gang related activity once more. He had heard about some suspicious activity a few streets away, listening in on the police radio, but was likely to be late to the action as usual. His energy levels were maintaining well, barely expending any noticeable energy.

Upon arriving to the scene, mafia members were already having a typical shootout with the standard few squad cars. Irc-Arus instantly recognized the faces, but knew none of them were impressive members. "The big wigs don't waste their time like this."

Aiming his voice toward his chest, where his phone was strapped, he called for his "Wrist Cutter", a blade that would come out of his forearm and work like a short-sword. Unfortunately, the blade wasn't agreeing with him at this moment, as it shot right out of his wrist and onto the ground. An officer, taking cover, heard the metal blade hit the ground and looked straight at Irc-Arus.

"We have a kid here! Quadruple-limb repair! Someone escort him!" The policeman shouted.

Irc-Arus instantly looked disgusted. "You're the one in trouble, not me!" Before he could call out for a different weapon, a different officer grabbed Irc-Arus's upper arm and pulled him out of the action, in the typically deemed safe-zone for onlookers.

"You really should be more careful, Kid. Do you want to end up hospitalized again?" His escort said in a mildly scolding tone.

"No. And I won't. But you might." The threat was clear and simple.

The officer couldn't take Irc-Arus seriously, smiling at him and patting his head. "Cute, Kid. Just leave this to the professionals, okay?"

The gunfire had ceased and the typical shouts followed. "Don't let them get away!"

Defeated once more by fate, the enhanced worm chose to give up for the night. There was no point in chasing after the mafia when they started running.
CONFIRM: Hydrogen Phosphate
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