Full Name: Frank Toombs
Nicknames/Aliases: Frankenstein, Zombie
Age: Animated for at least 8 years.
Gender: Male
Species: Flesh Golem
SCION Team/Rank: Member of Thunder Moon
Description:
Frank is often the first thing anyone in a SCION team notices on entering a room, standing well over six feet tall, musclular, and most notably made up of parts from mutiple bodies. Most of these are Caucasian, though a few patches on his torso and arms seem to come from Black, East Asian and Native American skin at the moment. He is totally hairless, eyes seeming to be dead, white orbs, and his face little more than a skin stretched over a grinning skull. This, naturally, necessitates a glamour when in public, in which case he appears to be the generic, bald and goatee-sporting meatheads seen in gyms across the Unites States. He tends to favor cheap black suits and flip-on ties, as well as matching black loafers.
Personality:
Frank is on the front, to put it bluntly, a smartass, ready with a glib remark and a hearty chuckle in almost any situation, seemingly in contempt of his own mortality (or what's left of it). He treats his job as though it were little different than if he were an exterminator, and monsters he hunts bees or rats. It becomes fairly obvious, however, that this attitude is a show he puts on for his team's benefit, as well as his own sanity, claiming that "If I didn't laugh at this shit, I'd have suck-started a 12 gauge years ago." Still, he does know when the act must be dropped for the mission, and he will fight until his body falls apart for his team.
Skills: As a golem, Frank possess superhuman strength akin to many other supernatural beings, able to bench press 700 pounds on a daily basis, as well as possessing a magically reinforced body filled with redundant organs and even extra brain tissue along his spine in case his current head is blown off.
He also, as a necessity, has some limited skill in necromancy and glamour magic. [/indent]
Weaknesses: Despite these strengths, he is still an amalgam of corpses, and undead. This naturally raises a rather large problem when the team faces necromancers, and he is vulnerable to friendly fire from magic and items that effect undead. Further, should his glamour fail him, he would immediately cause a panic among any population he came into contact with. At least twice a year, he requires SCION's in-house necromancers to assist him in replacing various parts and organs thar deteriorate over time. [indent]
Brief History: There isn't too much to say about this creature, one of the rare flesh golems who's dominant soul returned upon reanimation. According to Frank, who's memory is fuzzy, his was not any sort of tragic tale, one of a humble man in a humble job that found himself dead by chance; He guesses that it was a stroke. His tale would have ended herex were it not for the theft of his corpse by a rogue necromancer for her experimentation. A SCION team ended her work, however, before she could successfully bind him to her will, and to his astonishment, he was offered a job, which he accepted eagerly, as he saw few other options aside from blowing his own head off.