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WOOMY INTENSIFIES
Nice to meet you.Let's stay safe.
Red Ochre | 18 | Male | #8010801080 | 5'7"
STATS
MOBILITY | ■■■
SPEED | ■■
LUCK | ■■■■
DEFENSE | ■
WEAPON: SKYWHALE
A flying drone, with an appearance resembling that of a whale. About 1ft long, it can fly about 30ft above the ground on a full tank, and up to 60ft with an empty tank. The black section is an LED screen with red lights, able to show various facial expressions and display text. (They are equipped with a basic AI to mimic expressions.) A camera is equipped at the underside for vision.
It is controlled via remote control at a range of up to 200ft. Up to four can be controlled at a time, though they will fly in a pack rather than independent of another. Voice commands can be given in a push-to-talk style, for actions such as displaying text or playing sound.
The "fins" on the side are able to release a mist of ink, intended to reduce visibility and serve as a distraction or signal. The grey undersection opens up to release spherical smoke bombs which can double as an offensive option.
(concept sketch) CAPACITY | ■■
EFFICIENCY | ■■
WEIGHT | ■
DEBILITATE | ■■■PERSONALITY
ISFJ | ++ Kind, Quiet, Humble, Studious, Smart | -- Aloof, Awkward, Sensitive, Unconfident, Hesitant
He tends to act aloof and uninterested, but he's really a rather soft kid (who just wants to seem cool). Even if he prefers spending his time working on robotics, he is quite mannered towards others, even if distant and a bit clumsy. Getting closer to him, he's a sweet and helpful type, though he seems a bit embarrassed about it. He often chooses not to get close to others to avoid emotional investment, as he's not very interested in losing more friends. Though smart, he's not confident in himself, and is often slow to decide or react. If life returns to normal he'd like to settle down and live a simple, quiet life.
✔ | sunsets, children, pastries, watermelon, video games
✖ | blood, the cold, BLANCHE officers, needles, cloudy daysBACKSTORY
Before all this happened, he was a rather model citizen, you know. Two parents, a younger sister, a modest, public education. He was never the troublemaker sort to begin with, yet here he is now.
How do you describe how a color feels to a colorblind? The first he could remember was a subtle tint on his parents' cheeks. He hadn't the vocabulary to describe it then, so he called their cheeks warm. Then it was the blossoms along the street's banks. Warm flowers. Concern began, but surely it was simply the odd musings of a child, right? Surely.
He was on the playground, with his friends, when he saw a splash of something else, patches of happy in the playground grass. Adults came and took a child away, and the happy was gone. He didn't see that kid again.
He looked into the mirror one day. One eye seemed warm. His sister couldn't see it, but his parents seemed worried when he asked. Concerned murmurs. He stayed home that day.
Middle school. Fooling around with a bunch of friends during gym class. In the middle of laughter, he slipped, falling. Warmth drained from his body, slowly spreading across the glossy floor. The laughter abruptedly stopped. His friends' faces warped from confusion, to shock, to fear. An adult approached, panicked, and told another to call the cops. His vision faded.
He expected to wake up in a hospital, but instead, woke in a strange building. From there, memories are smeared, warped. He could remember his entire body burning, as if being eaten by acid. The world slowly became colder.
The last of those monotonous days began with a disturbance in his usual treatment regimen, and clamoring beyond the walls of his confines. The doors broke down, and he saw bright streaks of color rush towards him.
"We're here to help you. Come with us!"
Five years since then, was it? He wasn't too sure of exactly how long ago himself. SPECTRA life's been treating him fairly well, even if he wished he were home. He had a new life to live now, and a new sense of drive.
This emotionless, dull city... He'll give it new warmth.
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tl;dr: He was born into a normal native family of the city, and slowly developed symptoms over a period of years, which were largely overlooked by family due to denial and fears of him being taken away. Eventually an accident occurred at school (age ~12), during which his symptoms flared and became visible to others. He was promptly taken by agents for desaturation, where he spent an amount of time under treatment before being rescued during a raid (age ~13). Since then he was taken care of (by CYMK) and joined the rebellion about 2yrs ago.
NOTES
- His other eye's hue is more of a dark brown, even though it is presented as black in the above art.
- Hemophobic; as he has a particular sight for red, and due to various other associations, seeing blood usually makes him faint. (He prefers staying a long distance away from heavy action because of this.)
- Since he doesn't often use spray cans, his goggles and mask mostly serve to make his face harder to identify (though it does double as protection against things such as pepper spray).
- Sometimes refers to colors through associated emotions/feelings instead. ("feeling blue", yellow is happy, etc.)
- Oblivious as all hell when it comes to romance and is more likely to accidentally friendzone. Sorry kidz... (also probably a gay who hasn't figured it out yet)
- Of east asian descent.
- Got into robotics when he was around 9, though he didn't really take it too seriously until he joined CYMK and had a ton of time on his hands.
- Normally a fashion disaster. (Someone probably helped him put together his current outfit.)
