Azmot // The Weaver Class

Subject: Azmot // The Weaver Class Thu Sep 05, 2013 11:47 pm

Name: Azmot

Age: 16

Sex: [M]

Race: Amaran (/Amaranth Elite)

Personality: Azmot is part of the Amaranth Elite, and therefore has been whipped into a way of thinking that is exactly identical to all other Elite's. This is not a displeasure -- being part of the Elite gives him an inherit sense of pride. Being apart of the Amaranth gives him pleasure and joy, and he will protect that pride to the end of his life. He works solely for the Amaranth and does not differ from his orders; as a child, he was molded to be the perfect soldier. Cream of the crop, even. His division was derived from the X72 sector and so was the way of the 'Hive', as they referred of it. The best of the young were taken and physically augmented to extents not normal of the peons.

He is cold, decisive, and obedient to his orders. He does not stray or very. His background is unknown, and all but the most simple feelings are repressed. His form as a Human does not concern him -- some Amaran's are born human-looking, and his requirement to change his appearance does not hurt his feelings. He has no ill will towards humans and if he is not on orders, Azmot will follow his logic. With limited interaction with the Human Race, the Amaran does not know much other than what he was taught in basic training. They are greedy, week, pitiful, and willing to be conquered. A submissive race overall, with some stragglers talking about 'revolt' and even 'domination' - Azmot was amused.

Otherwise, he shows no uniqueness beyond his class. No individuality. No desire other than to serve the 'Hive'.

Elemental Affinity: Space - Electricity - Nature

Statistical Progression Chart:

Accuracy -- Low
Agility -- High
Defense -- Low
Forge A. -- High
Magic A. --
Magic R. -- Low
Stamina -- High
Strength -- High

History:
Azmot was not borne, like most of his Sector. Well, that's not entirely true. He was put inside a womb via mating, and he was in fact pushed past the Amaranth equivalent of an ovum, however, he was a stillborn. His mother did not give him life. He owed her nothing. Only one thing saved his life; Amaran Innovation. The had extracted a human boy from one of their captives not long after Azmot was born and pronounced dead as of 0:00:00 of life.

They had studied this boy for a long time, and thought they knew everything about him after the months of experimentation. At this point in the invasion, however, they did not understand the language and he failed to communicate about his illness. The youth had a sickness of no concern to Amaran's -- Cancer. The 'Hive' hand long since perfected a version of cellular treatment, so it would be little to no effort to cure him.. if he was an Amaran. However, they did not have the ability to affect Human Cells, so the idea was discarded, along with the still living boy into the waste department. He would be grounded up for grosh and eaten by the animals in the Farm Division.

And so to was the fate of young Azmot, the baby who lived through death. He died for his inability to produce the proper proteins that would keep his body alive. He was no subject to fate, nor given life on the wiggle of some whimsical god's finger - he was garbage to the world outside. His 'parents' did not care for him: a useless cog in the Amaranth Hive was better of dead anyway.

The Devil, however, took care of him.

Kevlin, a garbage grounder, noticed the boy and felt the potential of life being drained every second. And he saw the still living human boy - again, as most Amaran's, he saw more pity than disgust. The clock was ticking and Kevlin was about to leave... and so he did. He would not differ from his daily assignments nor break any rules of the sector, such as stealing Garbage for personal gain. To him, Azmot and the youth was not Garbage. They were the future.

Kevlin, as a child, had dreamed of being part of the 'Alchemy' division. He had a flare for science, but during tests he got nervous and... failed. So, as most failee's, he was shipped to a labor division for 10 years as a time for him to study in the field he would try for when his time was up. It was a trap - when you worked in a labor division, you had no tools, no books, no money. You had just enough to survive.. unless you were a Garbage Grounder.

In the labor community, and in general slums pf the Hive, Grounders were like kings. They broke rules and stole valuables at the risk of being executed or shipped off to Excretion Management. They almost always got caught, as long as they continued giving otherwise unobtainable items to others for profit. However, Kevlin wasn't stupid - again, he was almost a genius. He took only what he needed and never shared with others of what he concocted. All he had to do was build a lab, or at least in some form, and create an innovation that would hopefully get him out of the slums and into the Alchemy Division.

Taking Azmot and the dying boy, he observed them and after a couple of days that he took off from work (a total of 2 / 5 days in his 5 years working there), Kevlin had thought up a solution. Both of them were wasted opportunities (Azmot's corpse being preserved via biological friendly embalming). Taking certain portions of the brain, selectively the synapses that represented how DNA was formed, Kevlin took that part of the youth's brain and replaced it with Azmot's portion - the two-race different organs being melded via a technological piece Kevlin created. It was called the Assimilation Stitch, that allowed cross-species transplants as long as they have the same relative structure and level of intelligence. Definitely a stretch, but if successful this could have many uses. Finally, Kevlin did something beyond that of his experiment. He implanted the boys personality and memory synapses; an act of rebellion against the system that condemned him.

Kevlin then genetically modified the boy to be perfect in physical regard, or as close as he could, to accelerate him into the Elite program. The human's memories and other miscellaneous synapses would activate after Azmot not only went to earth, but experienced something that would relate to the boy's experience. It would not show up in Psych screening, and after Kevlin explained Azmot's true 'birth', there would be no questions in the medical exam.

And that's exactly what happened. Kevlin presented Azmot to the community as a youth, and they were shocked but pleased with the Assimilation Stitch. However, they wanted more. For now, Kevlin would be instated to the program and Azmot would join the ranks of Junior Elites. He would need to make the Assimilation Stitch, now simply 'The Kevlin Stitch', more practical. And my more practical, they meant more combat-oriented.

So, Kevlin took it to the next level. Taking an Earthern Arachnid, specifically a Spider, he further took the experiment and blended Azmot's DNA with it, a small part of the spider's physical attributes being added to his capacity. As a result of this, he was promoted to unique-class "Weaver", and allowed to go to Earth.

Kevlin, the Devil, awaited his plan to come into success. The Rebellion was coming near...

Appearance:
5"11, medium-ish build, 170 lbs. [-Face Claim // Shu Ouma]

Subject: Re: Azmot // The Weaver Class Fri Sep 06, 2013 5:53 am

Azmot wrote:: Accuracy -- Avg
Agility -- High
Defense -- Low
Forge A. -- High
Magic A. -- Avg
Magic R. -- Low
Stamina -- High
Strength -- High

It was explained in the template to leave anything average blank. It makes too much clutter most of the time.

You have 4 Highs while having 2 Lows. This means you need to either remove one of the Highs completely, add a Low, or change two of the Highs to Moderate Highs.

You could also completely rebalance if you wish.

Subject: Re: Azmot // The Weaver Class Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:39 pm

Sorry, edited accuracy.

Subject: Re: Azmot // The Weaver Class Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:47 pm

Approved.

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