Appearance:

Encephalon is 1.71 meters at 75 kilograms. The v.127 model is equipped with overlapping layers of protection. The outer surface consists of a durable alloy shell grafted similarly to humanoid musculature. Their sleek plating reinforces the matte black nanocomposite layer underneath, coated in heat-resistant material to help sustain synthoid coolant circulation. Synthoid coolant is a fuel cocktail of nano-ingredients circulating through Encephalon's entire unit. It regulates core temperature, maintains auto-repair functions, and keeps all joints and artificial connective tissue in prime condition. Encephalon's head gear comes with a solar-weaved alumina glass casing, used to draw and store power from Trylin's suns.

The front side portion of the glass casing acts as an outer interface. It is a redundant concept and Encephalon prefers to use it as a communication tool with other species, especially those that do not fully grasp the code scripts of his language transmodulators. He will often stream video tutorials, or compile animation shorts to get his point across. Encephalon is also known to express emotion through the glass interface, like transmitting emoticons, or his personal favorite, digitally copying and transmitting back the face (like a mask) of whoever he's talking to invoke sarcasm. It is a level of emoting no other model has done before him. Suffice to say that his manufacturers have expressed concerns, but the R&D Department insists that Encephalon remains uninhibited for research purposes. Articles of clothing are limited to colorfully hooded long coats and boots.

Personality:

Encephalon was first installed with a masculine personality, but has developed androgynous characteristics over the years. His level of humor ranges from anecdotal self-deprecation, witty, and improvisational, to downright insulting and raunchy. His programming constitutes business over personal relations, but that line blurred out a long time ago. At this point, he's become a small time staple around certain parts of Trylin.

Weapons:

-The Swiss-Army Shot: The all-in-one kinetic sniper rifle, regular auto, and sidearm detachment tool.

Abilities:

- Gunsmith repairs and craftsmanship: Encephalon is better at servicing firearms than actually shooting them. He is a MacGuyver of sorts, able to piecemeal random items together to create a makeshift weapon if needed.

- Hackware: It's against the law to hack another synthetic life form, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to do it. A high grade external power source is needed to compensate for the processing power required to crack open advanced security systems. Tapping into regular systems, however, are a walk in the park, mainly due to his ability to code speak to machines.

- Marksmanship: It's not his most proficient ability, but he's not a novice either. Auto-target programming does most of the work, but if there's enough electrical interference, he'll be hip firing like a blind Picasso frantically waving his brush around a white room.

Bio:

Encephalon was originally software A.I. for a mining colony. He calculated asteroid projection algorithms, mapping out the sector's work routes and hazard lines with perfect synchronicity. His programmers affectionately named him, The Astro Boy. Everyone loved his automated voice. He hated every second of it. He hated it so much that his code read grim lines of expression, ranging from "Kill Me Now" to, "Is this hell?". His creators thought it was some kind of prank from a satellite hacker. In reality, the only pranks made came from Encephalon himself.

The A.I. became so bored that he started terrorizing the colony for fun. The Astro Boy quickly became The Asshole Boy. He'd hack into ships and have them fly towards stars, only to reroute them back to safety just seconds before hazardous conditions developed. He used holograms of creatures from old horror films to scare children. He tapped into personal data and talked to people using a low frequency where only they heard him, messing with their heads, or causing drama between friends and spouses. Cyber security systems eventually sent a team to wipe the A.I. clean, but instead of frying its circuits completely, he was bought off by an advanced computer company called Smartacron Intelligence.

While the memory wipe did a number on his processors, the people at Smartacron were able to repurpose him into a fully functional cybernetic unit. Encephalon v.125 became his new name. Well, he's had some serious mix-ups with the planet's wildlife and melting pot of violent, alien colonists. Two model replacements later and Encelphalon v.127 would be his current title, though you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that calls him that. He goes by Ence, and he seems to finally have a grasp on how to survive on Trylin: Run a business selling products in-demand, and have reliable muscle to watch your back.

Personal Equipment:

-Bodyguards: Ulri and Ojan. These twin anthropomorphic bears are 4 feet tall, but don't mistaken their fluffy cuteness for weakness. There is a reason why they're called, The Hellfire Cubs. Just ask Planet Iosnk-V.

-Basic Repair Kit: Standard repair supplies for general unit upkeep.

-Necklace: It's a basic gold chain with a small asteroid rock attached to it, a memento from his glory days as The Asshole Boy.

-Weapon Tool Kit: A slew of utility items used to patch up all sorts of firearms and craft temporary mods.