XpF-55, QC67v and QC68sT
Age: Standard Earth Years; 97
Sex: Genderless. Asexual Reproduction. Often considered male.
Universe: Existing; Futuristic.
Occupation: Biochemist; Inventor; Mechanic; Genetic Scientist; Weapons Developer; Field Study Agent;
Powers: Racial Superintelligence; Venom
Appearance: His skin is a pale white, with a grayish tinge most of the time, as are his eyes. He has a very frail build (low muscle mass), and most of his bones are visible through his skin. His skeletal structure is also visible, giving him the appearance of a skeleton with skin stretched over it. He has a long (8-12 feet), pangolin-like tail with a stinger (Almost scorpion-like, though reminiscent of Cell from DBZ. Weird, I know.) on the end, which houses a combination of neurotoxins, hemotoxins, and several other types of deadly bacterium and viruses. Facially XpF appears semihuman despite lacking a discernible nose. Each steady hand has seven, slim and dexterous fingers and an oposable thumb.
XpF wears a thin, black, hooded robelike garment over a form fitting black stretcharmour suit. From his wrist to his elbow on his right arm is a metal contraption not obviously anything more than a decoration. This is hidden under the robe but worn over the stretcharmour.
XpF's venom causes your respiratory system to shut down, destroys any soft tissue it comes in contact with, and eventually causes cardiac arrest, respiratory arrest, pulmonary edema, kidney and liver failure, necrosis, and you bleed from your orifices as well as full body paralysis from the clostridium botulinum bacterium housed in the tail as well. Also, the venom causes your nerves to become overly active, resulting in immense pain until you die your gruesome death.
Bio: (Really gonna cut this short.) XpF was not born of his species as most are. He was grown in a laboratory, genetically engineered to be extraordinarily intelligent even for his species. His four brothers were grown at the same time. They were created to save his species from a virus that destroyed the tissue of the venom gland, envenomating the sufferer and killing them. Painfully.
Fourty Earth years passed.
They were failing. To top it off, two of his brothers had been exposed to the virus and died soon after. Twelve more years passed with little progress on a vaccine. A plan was devised and, with the approval of their superiors, XpF was sent on a voyage into space. Most of his thirty-eight year voyage was spent inside of his eternity chamber. However, three years were spent building his soon to be personal assistant, QC67v.
On the thirty-eighth year of his voyage XpF's ship encountered engine problems and was forced to land in one of the few unpopulated eareas left on (whatever planet this roleplay is set on). These last seven years have been spent in study of the natural organisms there in search of a cure for his species' plague. During this time he finished construction on QC67v, dubbed Ian Sanders while on earth. This construct helped him dismantle the irreparable ship which he used in many things including QC68sT, or Carello Sanders, his eternity cube, his thermomolecular shielding systems, his oxygen bombs, his carrier pack and Stinger Suit, and several more innovations. He retains a working lab and medical areain the bowels of what remains of a once mighty ship.
XpF's dream is a simple one: To have the items and equipment necessary for him to complete his experiments. When he uses his dream-key, he simply has access to multiple (if randomized) technologies of many levels with which to work with.
His keys are separate and unique to each other. His dream-key attaches via mechanism to his wrist, which he can remove from said mechanism when the key is held in place with a specific wrist movement. His combat key attaches to his tail in a similar manner. This key is hooked to match the curve of his stinger, and serrated on the outside edge, allowing him to use his tail as a weapon in a fashion similar to the way he would in his real body.
(Hope this works for you guys. For some reason ice been having an incredibly difficult time thinking of things.)