hmm wip, however do chck it out to see if all is well

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CS:
Appearance: (What is you?) 
Name: Enkimon
Race: Cybermind
Age: 300
Gender: N/A
Personality: (Can leave this blank, to be played out in game) 
Skills: 
Hacking - Nothing can beat a Cybermind, other another Cybermind
Flying - When you are the ship, its unlikely that anyone fly you better than yourself.
Science and Analysis - Cyberminds are very good at this, they love crunching data, it makes for a good snack

Powers: (Explained more in "Things" section) 
Home: Noctis - 207
Bio: 
Surprisingly Enkimon began life as human. Surprising since humans had the worst reaction to the Cyberminds. Surprising given that he was also a prince of the now long deceased Altain Kingdom. However it was due to his princely status that he could even afford or get access to the largely banned conversion process. The reason as to why he even went through the procedure is another matter.

The thirteenth son of Regius Altain XVI, Meteos Altain, he was out of the running for the throne even before there was a race. This was for the better for Meteos wished for nothing but a luxurious relaxed life, doing whatever he felt like when he felt like it. He was perfectly happy with his lazy lackadaisical life, he had it all, the money, the girls, the genetically engineered looks. Well that is until his father had the audacity to die and ruin his perfect life.

In one nanosecond, his entire life was overturned, in the time that it took the data packets containing the news about the king's death, his family had already begun to claw at each others throats. Enkimon had no intention to rule, it was too much work after all, he even tried to convince his brothers of that. Only they were convinced that he was going about some long winded plot, to take control of the throne. Then being the conniving bastards they were, the brothers all teamed up on him. Going as far as putting a substantial sum on his head, and finally putting fault of his fathers death on his head. Turning him into one of the most high priority criminals in the sub sector.

He had to escape with the skin of his teeth, on his personal space yacht. However, he was solely underprepared for life on the run. Firstly, he was a thoroughly pampered individual, and hence not prepared to deal with the numerous threats headed his way. Of Course he’d been taught how to fight and hold his own like the rest of his family, via personal tutors that too, plus an education that was top notch, he didn’t have what can only be called grit. Secondly, space yachts aren't good escape vessels, they're slow beasts made for luxury and opulence.

He tried to buy some of the bastards off, but his assets had been frozen due to his criminal status. Then he had tried to run, but the blasted his engines. However luckily for him, after that they had started fighting one another, each trying to claim him for themselves. Within twenty four hours he was stuck smack dab in the middle of a warzone, with no clear cut side , for him to make a deal with. With a lot of luck, and an application of his enhanced smarts, he managed to hotwire, his warpdrive to Faurdia-4.

Faurdia-4 was one of those fringe plantes, not quite under anyones territory, making it the perfect destination for all kinds of undesirables, or extremely desirables in his case. It was a sanctuary of sorts, however fraught with dangers. Here he to sell everything he had on him, including his ship, and then spend most of it to buy a new Identity, that of Luxon Bolt. Unfortunately, things that he had taken for granted in his previous life, such as his dashing good looks, and the cultured demeanor of an prince, with a hundred other small things from a lifestyle of opulence, worked against him. Making his life far more difficult, than it should have been. Still his, he was eventually found out, and would be on the run again, a flock of ships at his tail. Then he would find a new identity, rinse and repeat.

While on the run he had learn all the hard lessons of life. Discovering that he had a very unique knack for survival. Slowly but surely, he even developed his own degree of grit, turning into a certifiable gun toting, rear blasting man of the outworlds. This only lead to his bounty into a never ending upwards spiral, when finally for no reason at all , he was one of the most wanted men in the galaxy. Absurd in the fact that he was no where near as deviant as the other names on the list. He hadn’t even done anything ever. So for no reason but bad luck the heat was truly on, and he found himself on the run again, just this time there was no where to run too.

It was then that he was contacted by his little brother, Brutus. When they were children the two of them had been inseparable, he was the only one he ever trusted amongst his brothers. Brutus said that he might have a way for him to escape with his life. He didn't want his favorite brother to die after all, already half the family had killed each other off. The method he described was all kinds of illegal, the Cybermind procedure. For a while he was to hide in the Hypernetworks where none could ever trace him, then he could merely return to his body when the situation cooled down. He hadn’t heard of a reversal process before. Out of a naive hope, he trusted his brother, and did as he asked. 

The brother, being the conniving digi imp that he was, forgot to mention one small fact. One was considered legally dead when the converted to Cyberminds, and hence lost all rights to any property or assets they might have had. A measure to prevent Cyberminds to have any impact on the physical world after their conversion. Naturally all of Enkimon’s assets fell to Brutus, who he had signed as his heir just few moments ago. Then the bastard continued onto dump, his now comatose body into the incinerator. Then with a cheerful ‘have fun’ his newly hatched Cybermind was flushed into the Hypernetwork.

Now the hypernetwork was not the haven it used to be for Cyberminds in the golden ages. It had become a dangerous place, where he would be hounded by the Sentinels, preyed upon by Rogue Agents, prevent being consumed by larger AI’s or Cyberminds that had gone insane from the shutdown many ages ago. He had no idea how long he had spent in that dark place. But one day he was able to escape, finally managing to slip past the sentinels.

He had just entered what would be his new home, it was a ship, fresh of the factory. First he removed all any AI supports in the ship, taking control over, every aspect of the ship. This ship he decided was to be his new body. Now that he had a certified portal, he had unregulated access to the hypernetwork, though he still wouldn't be able to transfer himself through it. He discovered that he had spent a decade in that digital hellhole. Boy had things changed in that time, the Altain kingdom had imploded, and its territories absorbed by surrounding powers. His brothers of which had survived, unsurprising including Brutus had spread, out into the sector, with as much of their assets they could manage, buying of estates and titles wherever they ended up.

For a while he pondered over revenge, but he discovered that he didn't really feel too strongly about them. He merely wished to return to the lazy luxurious lifestyle of wine, women, and relaxation. The only way to do so was to get gold, unfortunately his current status as a Cybermind made getting money legally kind of difficult. Suddenly an idea flashed across his virtual consciousness. It was time to think on his choices….
Recent history: (Recent stuff, why are you where you are now?) 
Other: (Anything else I was too scatterbrained to put here)

Race CS:
Name:Cybermind
Origin: The Hypernet
General looks: 10101011101
Language: Binary/QBinary 
General powers: 
Being a Cybermind,one has no true body, and move into anything with sufficient computing prowess. He can however remote control many mechanical bodies from his primary, as and when needed.
Being a Cybermind also gives one the computing and analysis abilities of an AI, with intuition and emotional capacity of a bio
Since his body is the spaceship he inhabits, he is the perfect pilot, completely in sync with its capabilities. Basically he can fly between the gap in your teeth without breaking a sweat.

History: 
Cyberminds are free roaming A.I/Thought Entities that decided to leave behind their biological shell, and become pure thought entities. By doing so they expand the horizons of the mind past the limits of their older physical shells.

 The technology required for the conversion has advanced to such an extent that now 100% of the primordial mind,the biological mind as it is termed by the Cyberminds, is conserved. After conversion the Cybermind continues to grow and evolve as it matures past the mental restraints of the primordial mind.

 It is rumored that the some of the more ancient cyberminds have reached total fusion between the subconscious and conscious mind, and are able tap abilities, that can only be termed supernatural, that they’ve been able to reach freedom from the restraints of the hypernetwork as well. 

However at the current point Cyberminds are rare, due to very negative reaction towards them by many of the biologicals and their governments, primarily of the Cyberminds’ ability easily breach the securities of even the most powerful of data fortresses. 

In retaliation and fear, the biologicals shut down the hypernetworks for an hour, immediately starving and massacring the majority of Cyberminds in existence. When the hypernetworks were put back online, the survivors would discover that sentinel programs had been placed over the hypernetwork, preventing Cyberminds to travel via them, locking them to their physical shells.Only the handful that still kept a physical shell to which they could escape and powerful enough to allow for continuous function, had survived.

Technology level: (Don't need to use this, just say where your race is at in comparison to others)+(You could be sword wielders who have been given spaceships if you really want)
Life expectancy: (How old do they generally get?) 
Other: (Again, what I couldn't think to put)
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