Space suit: Covered head to toe in some kind of armor/hazmat suit. This white metal offers a small amount of protection to physical injury but is more important for is re-breather and fire retardant properties. It is designed to ensure he is not injured by experiments he has neglected that suddenly explode some where off in the distance, protecting him from shrapnel, fires and toxic gases caused by the failure. In this regard it works rather well. Most of the time.
unstable experiments: these act as grenades or timed explosives. When they go off they cause all manner of effects, from simply exploding to freezing the surrounding area, showering the area with glitter, releasing poisonous or corrosive gases, dumping oil over the floor or releasing an entire bouncy castle that inflates in an instant.
tools: they have an almost unlimited supply of wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers and other more exotic tools which they use when working.


Genius Tinker: Capable of making impossible contraptions and advanced machinery from the most innocent of materials.
Small and agile: about half the size of an average human Jokaero is surprisingly fast and nimble for his size and is able to climb around and fit into tight spaces. All this allow him to be a very slippery individual, keeping up with him is like trying to capture a very excited monkey.


By no means a dedicated fighter Jokaero works by hit and run tactics. Or more specifically invent and run: they will retreat from their foe, make some kind of contraption from a weirdly shaped robots (examples), to a highly unstable plasma cannon or an elaborate trap that has with a lot in common with a Rube Goldberg mechanism. Jokaero will generally stick around to see how his invention does for a little while but once it looks like the foe is getting the upper hand(or he simply gets bored) he will slink of to a new spot and start on something new. If caught without an invention they will hurl whatever unfinished prototype they have at hand at them and try to escape in the following calamity. Basically hapless without his inventions as he is physically weak, he will gladly offer his services in exchange for his life.


Curious, analytical, and inquisitive, Jokaero is an inventor and experimenter at heart. No theory – or machine – is so perfect that it couldn't be improved with a bit of tinkering; new discoveries come both in great leaps and in tiny increments. And, occasionally, violent explosions.

That last part is due to his recklessness, willing to try anything to see what it does coupled with a general regard for his or other's safety. He also lacks focus, drifting from one project to another or simply wandering off from a chemical reaction to go test another experiment that just completed.

When spoken to he is absent minded and easily distracted, he will switch from topic to topic seemingly at random, will show occasional fascination with what someone is saying and then begin to ignore them a few moments later. Ultimately interacting with him is the same as his work, frustratingly complex and incoherent, the work of a genius and a madman spun together only now in verbal form.


The only source of information on Jokaero's origins is Jokaero himself, and he is an incredibly inconsistent on the topic whenever it comes up. He has claimed to be: an mutant resulting from a nuclear detonation, an alien who was banished to earth after he blew up his planets moon, the reason the city of echos is the way it is or just a guy in a weird suit. At this point it is assumed he is rambling and trying to get people to stop asking him.

As a result nobody's entirely sure where Jokaero is from, he simply appeared in the city of Hekim 4 years ago and first came to the attention of the local authorities when he rebuilt a police car to run on the power of a miniature nuclear reactor in under 5 minutes. After the resulting contraption left the stratosphere he was arrested, then forced to work for the government's r&d department. The laboratory he was assigned to survive an incredible 2 weeks before it was sucked into a parallel dimension. Jokaero only survived because had had left to get ice cream while the experiment was ongoing. It is not entirely clear how he was intending to eat said ice cream if that even is what he was going to do with it.

From that day forward Jokaero was an ongoing pest to the city and has left a permanent mark on the city. Literally in the case of his non removable spray paint that he uses to write researches on the closest available surface. While these notes have allowed several advances in science that are all public domain, the resulting experiments are at best a nuisance and at worst a threat to public safety.

Some observers have noted a small pattern in Jokaero's madness however, and that is that he keeps trying to make/recruit assistants. Androides, undercover news reporters, mutants, clones and cocky scientists have all worked alongside him, but inevitably been destroyed, kicked out or simply forgotten about. Nobody can keep up with the mad inventor and so to this day he works alone, his inventions fascinating and horrifying the world at large.


For the perfect research assistant. Himself! Jokaero's desire is the ability to create perfect clones of himself, something he has as of yeat failed to even get close too. Any duplicates he makes lack the creative spark that allow his inventing, so he hopes that the machine can solve this quandary. If it doesn't he will simply take it apart.


A back alley, filled with junk and experiments, the walls covered in complex equations and diagrams written with spraypaint. The area is incredibly dangerous, weird and unstable devices are liable to explode at the slightest poking, robots come alive and attack or start performing random tasks. Yet in this dangerous environment the foolhardy might find some machines or inventions that won’t expel poisonous gasses in their face when used and be rather impressed with its capabilities.



Jokaero activates an emergency teleport, getting him out of the current situation. From his new location he begins to churn out carvers: dangerous warbots that are about 50% taller than the average human. Unlike the rather slapdash or chaotically designed bots he normally makes these machines are deadly efficient at their task. Rather well armored and armed with advanced railguns, unending hordes of these machines will emerge from his hiding spot and march towards their enemy, relentlessly pursuing them and utterly dedicated to protecting the now obsessed Jokaero, who will not stop making carvers till he is physically restrained or the frenzy comes to an end.


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