Bones Johnson

All-Verse: The Initiative

Praxis - Big White Room

Already put to work? It seems the biped was more desperate than Kosnitch initially thought. He remained silent as the Praxis rattled off the details of their first mission. They were to be sent off to some dead speck of land to chase after some inter-dimensional thieves. They had looted something in concerns to the places technology. An odd thing to be interested in, considering they had access to inter-dimensional travel. Unless, of course, they acquired it from another. And asking that would lead to more questions that he- he corrected himself, they. He'd need to get into the habit now he was in a group. It would lead to questions that they presently didn't have time for. And things that didn't bear relevance to the task at hand. Kosnitch hoped that they wouldn't be thrust into another assignment immediately after this one's completion. Kosnitch caught himself. Assignment. Focus.

'These bandits. Their armaments? Weaponry, protection, equipment?' asked Kosnitch, addressing the Praxis.

He hadn't forgotten the second part of Praxis's closing line either. He gave the surrounding group another once over. They were still highly colourful. Literally and figuratively, Kosnitch realised in dry amusement. The majority appeared to be armed, but being unfamiliar with their technologies, they could all have flash lights strapped to their hips. Others still had weapons of a primitive appearance. Which probably meant they were using magic. Kosnitch hated that stuff. One had a spear where the stabby bit was glowing quite brightly. He'd have to remember to keep away from that kill magnet. The other had a sword and a standard. They weren't making a light show. He appreciated that part. Still, it lacked any indication of what they did. Hopefully they weren't just two sharp, shaped bits of shine shell. At least he could be certain that the large, alien shelled bipedal host would be serviceable in combat, if only due to its size. If nothing else, it gave any anti-armour weaponry a more attractive target than he was.

And he could speculate all day and achieve nothing. One of the rabble had already spoken up. A flesh skinned one wearing a...human bipeds wore them. Hadn't passersby talked about them before? Dresses, that was their name, Kosnitch recalled. She was wearing one of those. Her name was Elune Terminus. And she was supposedly an alchemist. He'd never heard the term before. It sounded archaic. Regardless, she could supposedly abstractly heal people and attack with explosives. An odd mix of field medic and grenadier? She hardly looked the part, but not everyone was always on duty. She'd have to make her specify. And keep his distance from her during combat. Who could tell how enthusiastic she would be about hurling explosives or messing with his host's biological workings.

Kosnitch began talking, panning his head to look at each of them in turn as he addressed the congregation.

'I' am Kosnitch of clan Yovun, an agent of the Zoolith-Korth Coalition. It seems we will encounter combat. In such scenario's, I' am capable if armed. If the rest of you could recite your names and capabilities, that would be appreciated.'

He turned his head towards Elune, lifting his lower arm to point a finger at her.

'You have already recited. Thank you. An alchemist capable of healing and explosions, yes? Could you please specify through what means are these capabilities achieved, and to how great an effect?'

All-Verse: The Initiative

Praxis - Big White Room

It seems his question should have been worded better, as only the alien shelled biped answered. This hodge podge collection of bipeds seemingly didn't understand meeting etiquette. It made sense, Kosnitch thought. This was hardly official, and whether they were officials of anything was unknown. Not that it mattered. More bipeds were coming into being. They were as bland as the ones already here. One had come in a larger bipedal metal shelled machine. It's sudden appearance startled him, but triggered no overt reaction on his part. His combat instincts were still highly suppressed. Regardless, it seemed pointless to question them at this stage, unless they had all day to go round an ever expanding table.

It seemed this thing named Praxis wanted to hurry things along as well. It had answered a short list of questions, and now wanted them to decide whether they wanted to be cast back from whence they came or join it's task force. Kosnitch would have preferred if they'd provided him a fillable form than have to try make himself heard. It would have been even better if they'd posted it to his apartment. But they hadn't, and he was were here. Oh, this Praxis said they could reconsider at any time, but Kosnitch knew how polite modern intimidation was. He had to think about it now.

Joining it risked abandoning the Coalition, which meant they could do some very bad things to him if they found out. They were just as likely to see it as an opportunity, however, and then he would be bombarded with demands to take this and that. And then there would be dealing with disturbances in reality. He had a feeling that would be a lot more problematic than paper work and escorting people. Ultimately, whatever his choice, he would be forced into doing a job he didn't want to do, for and with people he didn't know and rarely cared for. Seeing as the choice didn't matter, he decided to go for the more interesting option.

'I' am in agreement. Or I shall join you. Your preferred lettering for acceptance.'

With that, he awaited whatever the next stage of this obnoxious form of recruitment, pondering questions to ask his associates. There would be the basics of name, profession, capabilities. Things needed to allocate roles to the most appropriate skill sets. Kosnitch also decided that he'd go a bit beyond that with this group. He might as well try grab the heart if he was already clawing the carapace. What was it other peoples talked about and ask? General well being, that sort of thing. He would perhaps try to take on a mode of communication considered friendly. It usually proved to be the most successful way of communicating with other peoples.

All-Verse: The Initiative

I think Kosnitch would look favourably to Mina. For starters, she doesn't just look like another human, which is the equivelent of seeing someone wearing a purple shirt in a sea of varying shades of green.

All-Verse: The Initiative

Praxis - Zoolith/Korth Coalition Embassy

Kosnitch looked over the reports once again. A few Zoolith exiles had caused an incident, and were currently in custody in a foreign section of Praxis. They were currently still processing them, gathering evidence and dealing with paper work. After that, he'd go to collect them. He'd give the local authorities an apology and condemn the prosecuted. They were probably destined to be sent back into coalition space. There, they'd have their hosts repossessed and sell the perpetrators off into slavery where Praxians weren't looking. The Korth might put them on trial if they caught wind of it. They wouldn't follow through with the verdict when sent back to the Zoolith states; but they could if they really wanted. And that was why they put on the show. Kosnitch mentally shuddered. He only had to ferry players to the games now. He sympathised with the exiles, and felt a twitch of sorrow whenever they were caught. But he always remained watchful. Half the time, they were just an adventurous wretch thinking they'd found easy pickings.

Kosnitch set the papers down and leaned back in his swivel chair. He'd have to deal with the exile next shift. He span himself round once before standing up, facing his desk. It was made from a thing called 'plastic.' The screen for the computer in front of him was bordered by the same material. During the early days, it had been decided that number-brains and husk furniture weren't the most appealing to the ambassadors that visited. Even the section devoted to flaunting the Coalition and all its achievements for civilian view had been made more 'welcoming.' So they decided to buy everything from foreign contractors. By the time he came to work at the embassy, it meant they could get some practical experience handling the things. Reports of confused Coalition members fumbling with door controls and the like had reduced significantly ever since they started. He'd learnt this when reading up on the embassies records. Kosnitch would do it on slow days for something to do.

Pulling open a drawer, he took out a packaged food stuff called a 'sandwich.' It was a primitive meal, but the Coalition considered food to be a low priority item to bring through the portal. They had to make do with local businesses. If Kosnitch recalled correctly, he believed that at least one had made or were working on a product line targeting Coalition members. No had managed to secure a contract for the imported stuff the members not fully qualified to leave the building ate, but some places stocked it. Zoolith were big eaters who typically didn't care about taste, so the nutrient slurries they'd peddle were a cheap source of profit; as long as they managed to regularly snag some of the Zoolith stalking around the embassy. Breaking the seal, Kosnitch extracted the 'sandwich.' Pointing his head upwards, his face plate lifted up to a 90 degree angle, revealing the inner parts of his mouth. Dropping the food stuff in, his face plate snapped shut as his neck muscles rhythmically contracted, grinding the food down.

He exited his cubicle and headed towards the lobby entrance area. He was leaving work early. Or to be more accurate, he was leaving on time, rather than late. Fear of the management meant most did over time. He passed by his usual string of associates who were still working on his way out. He loosely knew a few of them, and had enough knowledge to know that some of them had been replaced. One in particular caught his interest; their host had an array of spindly arms, and they were working on two computers. Kosnitch would have to remember to look up their specifications. They looked they'd been set to scribe duty. The Coalition were still undergoing tests using the alien materials that went into things called 'cybernetics.' Nothing had yet been conceived that would allow a Zoolith to connect to a computer. So for now, they had to settle for using the inefficient controllers named 'keyboards' and 'mouses.'

Kosnitch entered a corridor that branched off into multiple stock closets, and ended in a stairwell that lead to the other floors. He slipped into the room where the dress robes were kept. They were loose things, made that way so they wouldn't have to tailor them to individual biped hosts. The Coalitions symbol, a Z written in Zoolithian and a K in Korthan, had been imprinted onto the front, covering the chest section. He put on a dull black one that had a hood. Some still found his lack of typical facial features disturbing. He also slipped on some light grey hard-socks. Regular foot wear never fitted properly. They instead had a Korth invention - socks made from tightly bound fibres suitable for keeping off any muck that might be gathered from day to day walking. It was fortunate he had control over his hosts sense of pain. The chaffing would be unbearable otherwise. He proceeded down to the ground floor, and into the plain white lobby area. The dull grey, pipe-framed chairs were empty today. The desk clerk kept their eyes fixed on their computer screen as Kosnitch walked by and pushed through the double doors out onto the street.

The sun was lazily making its way down the sky. Or at least, a simulation of a sun. They didn't have any information on how they made everything suitable for habitation by the various peoples on Praxis. Not to say it stopped the Coalition trying to find out. He past the Coalition unity statue as he went to walk down the steps leading to concrete the city streets. The statue was of a Korth standing opposite a kind of pedestal with a naked Zoolith a top it. It was a ball covered in craggy chitin plating. A small opening was near the bottom of it, facing the Korth; a multitude of tentacles were sprouting from it. The Korth side was made from some form of gene-wood, and the Zoolith lasting-bone. Kosnitch idly kicked a piece of litter as he stepped down onto the street. He couldn't decide whether he should go out of his way to buy groceries now, or to just head back to his apartment.

A sudden bluish-light sundered Kosnitch's thought. By the time it had enveloped his form, surprise had begun to register.

Observing the strange event, the passerby on the other side of the street blinked a few times.

'Never seen one of them do that before...' she murmured.

Praxis? - A vast white room

There was a beat as Kosnitch's mind began processing the new sensory information. He was in a plain white room. There were others in here. No discernable cover in sight. Wires leading up to higher ground. He was at a disadvantage.

Kosnitch had appeared in the room as he had in the street; standing straight, arms by his side, face pointed slightly downwards. Within a second, he was on all fours, with as low a profile as possible, and his face plate had lifted up to allow for acid firing. He turned to face the other occupants in the room, head snapping to each one of them in turn. Seven bipeds, humanoid. Flesh, clothed. Flesh, clothed. Armed (synth?) flesh? Armed synth flesh? Alien synth shelled, tendrils = potentially armed. Flesh, clothed. Flesh, clothed, spear? = uncertainty = higher risk. One biped, reptilian. Teeth, claws.

Combat instincts fired off in the number-brain of Kosnitch's host. It took a moment longer for Kosnitch himself to process everything that was going on. He had somehow been taken to a big white room with bipeds in it. The shiny tendril sprouting one was speaking. Multi-verse disrupted. Gathered to correct them. A reason for surroundings

He blocked out the wailing danger signals from his host. He was surrounded by foreign bipeds. The room he was in had no discernable exits. He was out in the open. He was in an unfavourable position to engage, and what it would achieve was highly uncertain.

After the initial shock had began to quieten down, a very familiar line could be heard in his head. He has a job. He must do it.

In a smooth motion, he stood upright nearly as quickly as he'd dropped to the floor. He went for the typical routine for starting negations. He brought his hands to hold one another, and let them hang in front of them. It was a thing most humanoid bipeds considered polite. And they seemed to make up the majority of peoples he had to deal with. Even everyone here was a humanoid biped, except the reptilian. He found it rather droll.
He approached the assembled group - the two flesh clothed, one with exposed leg and face skin, and the other with just an exposed face, occupying space near the alien shelled one. Praxis was what it had called itself. How queer, Kosnitch thought. When his presence was acknowledged, if at all, provide a shallow bow and say the following;

'I' am Kosnitch Yovun, representative of the Zoolith-Korth Coalition. You have supposedly brought us here to form some form of team to solve things, yes? This is based on Praxis, yes? Then who am I discussing and functioing with?'

All-Verse: The Initiative

I'll finish up and post my bit after today's lecture.

All-Verse: The Initiative

I would prefer if this was everyone's first encounter with Praxis, but if it's vital to his characterization then go ahead.

@Ruler Inc

It's probably for the best he starts already working at Praxis. I want to have him be alien, and not really understand a lot of things regular people find typical, without starting off as an absolute jackass due to knowing none of the social rules/boundries. And I think I've put it in his backstory anyway that he's an agent for the coalition working with Praxis (called it the Initiative there, since I forgot the Praxis part at the time).

All-Verse: The Initiative

I can probably get a post up in a day or two's time. As far as order goes, who's up for asking shiny robo thing questions first? If no one has any preferences, I'll go first with my post. Or anyone who posts next goes first, really.

On another note, @Ruler Inc it is fine if my guy starts already working at the initiative, right? Not as one of the places 'official' agents, but working at the Coalitions embassy. Asking because you mentioned the RP's characters being teleported in from their home universes.

All-Verse: The Initiative

Kosnitch Yovun

'Harold' Kosnitch Yovun

"I' am not human. Move that out of the way before confusion occurs."

Note: The bust is an example of a 'stripped down' version of his head which lacks an as thick protective layer, shed either due to it being unable to be maintained or through taking sufficent damage that it's in Kosnitch's best interest to remove it.

The image is not mine. Rights for the image go to their respective owner.

[Kosnitch Yovun ⫻ Living Worlds ⫻ 28 ⫻ Neutral]

▼ APPEARANCE ▼

"Your people enjoy ornamentation."

His host takes the form of a humanoid covered in rough, beige skin, with clawed hands and feet. They are roughly 6 feet tall. Grander sizes better suit labourers and soldiers then an agent. Though he considers clothing unneccessary, he will often wear a loose robe for the sake of others who do care about such things. Up from what appears to be his chin, his face can lift up to reveal a large mouth. Typically, he only opens his mouth by a small fraction, and to most it looks like he is wearing a mask that is lifted up and has food slipped under when eating.

▼ PERSONALITY ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"Something is always screaming. Let us proceed."

During work hours, Kosnitch is a polite, if direct and to the point, forceful even. His job is to represent the coalition, and will remain composed at all times to protect (or even raise) it's standing. He will engage in pleasantries, but he won't let things be bogged down or muddled by them. Outside of work, he has no patience for the dawdling, show boating, and other annoying forms of time wasting he has to deal with daily in his job. He is irritable and easily bored. He is one to set aside sentiment for greater efficiency and/or speed. His reasons are not spiteful, however. He would just rather be closer to doing something more interesting or productive.
For the most part, he just wants to be left alone; where he can have some hope of escaping from the rivals, the exploiters, the liars. And he can only hope once he's searched the room for spying equipment. Suffice to say, he is a somewhat paranoid person. Dealing with others has taught him how to suppress these aspects of himself, however, and conversing with others might be something he actually pursues now and then. He is still the defensive sort, but he is at least not overtly hostile anymore. He is fully able to accomodate for and accept the mannerisms and customs of other peoples, but he often struggles to properly understand them which can cause him and/or others issues. But he has learnt how to correct the situation when he should slip up. Most of the time, at least.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

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"You make it seem like you lack jobs. I do not. Clan Yovun has seen to it."

Bought by clan Yovun during his mindless years, by the time he was old enough for education, he had been designated to be an agent for the coalition. Most clans paid at least some of their taxes to the coalition through providing agents. It was also a relatively easy way to have one of their own into a position of, perhaps not power, but freedom, within the coalition. They could spot (or bring) profitable opportunities to the clan before their competitors could, along with the expected dirt scrounging and having someone to help with cover ups.

Kosnitch was educated generally; theories concerning the sciences, what he could achieve physically with whatever manipulators his body possessed. Everything an explorer of other worlds would need. And, perhaps most importantly, how to deal fulfil his more bureaucratic duties. There was in-depth stuff concerning humanity, and how to communicate with them and be as approachable as possible; it did at least provide a base to learn off of during his first assignment. Which happened to be doing a lot of paper work for the coalition. New agents weren't trusted to do talks. They had to mingle with the population first to get a grasp of what the text books couldn't teach. And then, when they were ready for a promotion, go through another course making sure they did things the proper way.
By the age of 25, Kosnitch was finally considered eligible for work beyond pen pushing and managing the pen pushers beneath him. His work load varies, but it is generally significantly more difficult than the monotony he became used too. Still, with it comes new sights and experiences, and a greater level of freedom. He holds onto such things dearly, and is intent on making sure they don't slip from his metaphorical grasp.

▼ ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"This is an adaptable host. Your, what are the letters, equipment shall be usable."

His host body has been designed for purposes of survival and adaptability, and features a range of traits that aid Kosnitch in surviving far from coalition support or resupply. Though the host is armed and armoured, it can hardly be considered to be suitable for 'proper' military action or conflict. Such affairs should be left to soldiers, not agents.

Capable manipulators: Though some alterations are present, his hands have been constructed to be able to handle most humanoid equipment Kosnitch is typically expected to deal with. His fingers are not the typical bone containing sort - they are made up of an exo-skeletal shell that covers tentacles that can extend out his finger tips. They are also capable of entirely replacing his fingers. This will result in the finger casing being ruptured though, and will require replacing. Such tentacles are still highly capable of object manipulation. Octopus like suckers aid in this regard, and also aid in climbing. But exposing the tentacles leaves them un-armoured, and most others can find them distressing. His feet share the same capabilities. Whilst armoured, they are claw like, making them useful for digging through soft materials.

Flexible hard-skin: His body is covered in thick layers of protective skin, flexible skin. In this state, it provides protection from most environmental hazards, and can seal itself to survive in vacuums such as space. It is capable of hardening, whilst avoiding being brittle, to provide greater protection against military grade weaponry. It blunts the effect of small arms fire, but concentrated attack will result in it being broken down. It can shift between the states naturally, though this typically takes a 24 hour period. Drugs can shorten this process to around 20 minutes.

Enhanced regeneration: What it says on the tin. His blood clots quickly and scabs form hastily over wounds. The host also recovers at an accelerated rate when compared to humans, but to a none meaningful degree in hazardous situations. It mostly functions to reduce down-time due to injuries. Organs, such as nerves, which typically cannot be replaced if damaged, can be.

Enhanced physical abilities: As to be expected, the host boasts capabilities that exceed an unenhanced human of the same mass - bones are stronger, muscles are compact allowing for greater strength, reflexes are faster and endurance is greater. They aren't capable of punching through concrete walls, but they don't need to be when bone and flesh is far softer. His body is capable of quickly building muscle mass or fat, and just as swiftly shedding it. He contains sturdy internal sacks that can fill with oxygen for storage purposes, and form 'humps' for nutritional or water storage. He is also capable of entering a state of hibernation, should the situation call for it.

Sensory Array: Asides from enhanced eye-sight capable of night vision, as well as enhanced hearing, echo-location is a viable method of sensing his surroundings. Similar to a fly and other bugs, Kosnitch is also covered in hairs that detect variations in wind and air flow, which can allow nearby movement to be detected. All his senses are also capable of being suppressed to prevent overloads or resulting trauma. Or if he really wants to sleep and there's lots of noise going on.

Acid Jet: Though it's something that the initiative disapproves of, that hasn't stopped the coalition (really just the Zoolith) sneaking it into their agents. His mouth is capable of secreting an acidic substance that hastens the digestive process. It can also be spat out, typically in combination with a component fluid, to create a stream of highly acidic and high temperature fluid. This is considered a holdout weapon to be used in self-defence, though the Zoolith aren't beyond using agents armed as such for assassination purposes.

▼ LIMITS-WEAKNESSES ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"Weakness. Another word for challenge, difficulty, problem. There are many words."

Kosnitch's combat skills are mediocre, at best. He can defend himself adequately enough from assailants who'd try take him out behind a back alley, but he cannot compete with professional soldiers. Unless he has some kind of advantage, of course, which he will always try to have. He can use most basic firearms such as rifles, pistols and shotguns, but has little experience with more complex or specialised weaponry, such as explosives. In addition, besides from his acidic spit that he'd prefer not to use, he has little in the way of natural weaponry. So if he's caught without a gun, there will be problems for him.

▼ OTHER ▼

"We have spoken. Other matters are to be attended."

In his own time, he takes interest in matters of history and arts. Both are things Zoolith society has little time for in it's obsession to always be rampantly scrabbling forwards. Or at least, they are always used to demonstrate ones power or provide evidence for why they are in authourity. Working as an agent has allowed him to explore things beyond the narrow scope his peoples harsh social structure enforces.

Otherwise, if you need an idea of what kind of society he comes from, think of the Skaven from Warhammer, but less extreme and capitalist.

All-Verse: The Initiative

Kosnitch Yovun

'Harold' Kosnitch Yovun

"I' am not human. Move that out of the way before confusion occurs."

Note: The bust is an example of a 'stripped down' version of his head which lacks an as thick protective layer, shed either due to it being unable to be maintained or through taking sufficent damage that it's in Kosnitch's best interest to remove it.

The image is not mine. Rights for the image go to their respective owner.

[Kosnitch Yorf ⫻ Living Worlds ⫻ 28 ⫻ Neutral]

▼ APPEARANCE ▼

"Your people enjoy ornamentation."

His host takes the form of a humanoid covered in rough, beige skin, with clawed hands and feet. Though he considers clothing unneccessary, he will often wear a loose robe for the sake of others who do care about such things. Up from what appears to be his chin, his face can lift up to reveal a large mouth. Typically, he only opens his mouth by a small fraction, and to most it looks like he is wearing a mask that is lifted up and has food slipped under when eating.

▼ PERSONALITY ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"Something is always screaming. Let us proceed."

During work hours, Kosnitch is a polite, if direct and to the point, forceful even. His job is to represent the coalition, and will remain composed at all times to protect (or even raise) it's standing. He will engage in pleasantries, but he won't let things be bogged down or muddled by them. Outside of work, he has no patience for the dawdling, show boating, and other annoying forms of time wasting he has to deal with daily in his job. He is irritable and easily bored. He is one to set aside sentiment for greater efficiency and/or speed. His reasons are not spiteful, however. He would just rather be closer to doing something more interesting or productive.
For the most part, he just wants to be left alone; where he can have some hope of escaping from the rivals, the exploiters, the liars. And he can only hope once he's searched the room for spying equipment. Suffice to say, he is a somewhat paranoid person. Dealing with others has taught him how to suppress these aspects of himself, however, and conversing with others might be something he actually pursues now and then. He is still the defensive sort, but he is at least not overtly hostile anymore. He is fully able to accomodate for and accept the mannerisms and customs of other peoples, but he often struggles to properly understand them which can cause him and/or others issues. But he has learnt how to correct the situation when he should slip up. Most of the time, at least.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"You make it seem like you lack jobs. I do not. Clan Yovun has seen to it."

Bought by clan Yovun during his mindless years, by the time he was old enough for education, he had been designated to be an agent for the coalition. Most clans paid at least some of their taxes to the coalition through providing agents. It was also a relatively easy way to have one of their own into a position of, perhaps not power, but freedom, within the coalition. They could spot (or bring) profitable opportunities to the clan before their competitors could, along with the expected dirt scrounging and having someone to help with cover ups.

Kosnitch was educated generally; theories concerning the sciences, what he could achieve physically with whatever manipulators his body possessed. Everything an explorer of other worlds would need. And, perhaps most importantly, how to deal fulfil his more bureaucratic duties. There was in-depth stuff concerning humanity, and how to communicate with them and be as approachable as possible; it did at least provide a base to learn off of during his first assignment. Which happened to be doing a lot of paper work for the coalition. New agents weren't trusted to do talks. They had to mingle with the population first to get a grasp of what the text books couldn't teach. And then, when they were ready for a promotion, go through another course making sure they did things the proper way.
By the age of 25, Kosnitch was finally considered eligible for work beyond pen pushing and managing the pen pushers beneath him. His work load varies, but it is generally significantly more difficult than the monotony he became used too. Still, with it comes new sights and experiences, and a greater level of freedom. He holds onto such things dearly, and is intent on making sure they don't slip from his metaphorical grasp.

▼ ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"This is an adaptable host. Your, what are the letters, equipment shall be usable."

His host body has been designed for purposes of survival and adaptability, and features a range of traits that aid Kosnitch in surviving far from coalition support or resupply. Though the host is armed and armoured, it can hardly be considered to be suitable for 'proper' military action or conflict. Such affairs should be left to soldiers, not agents.

Capable manipulators: Though some alterations are present, his hands have been constructed to be able to handle most humanoid equipment Kosnitch is typically expected to deal with. His fingers are not the typical bone containing sort - they are made up of an exo-skeletal shell that covers tentacles that can extend out his finger tips. They are also capable of entirely replacing his fingers. This will result in the finger casing being ruptured though, and will require replacing. Such tentacles are still highly capable of object manipulation. Octopus like suckers aid in this regard, and also aid in climbing. But exposing the tentacles leaves them un-armoured, and most others can find them distressing. His feet share the same capabilities. Whilst armoured, they are claw like, making them useful for digging through soft materials.

Flexible hard-skin: His body is covered in thick layers of protective skin, flexible skin. In this state, it provides protection from most environmental hazards, and can seal itself to survive in vacuums such as space. It is capable of hardening, whilst avoiding being brittle, to provide greater protection against military grade weaponry. It blunts the effect of small arms fire, but concentrated attack will result in it being broken down. It can shift between the states naturally, though this typically takes a 24 hour period. Drugs can shorten this process to around 20 minutes.

Enhanced regeneration: What it says on the tin. His blood clots quickly and scabs form hastily over wounds. The host also recovers at an accelerated rate when compared to humans, but to a none meaningful degree in hazardous situations. It mostly functions to reduce down-time due to injuries. Organs, such as nerves, which typically cannot be replaced if damaged, can be.

Enhanced physical abilities: As to be expected, the host boasts capabilities that exceed an unenhanced human of the same mass - bones are stronger, muscles are compact allowing for greater strength, reflexes are faster and endurance is greater. They aren't capable of punching through concrete walls, but they don't need to be when bone and flesh is far softer. His body is capable of quickly building muscle mass or fat, and just as swiftly shedding it. He contains sturdy internal sacks that can fill with oxygen for storage purposes, and form 'humps' for nutritional or water storage. He is also capable of entering a state of hibernation, should the situation call for it.

Sensory Array: Asides from enhanced eye-sight capable of night vision, as well as enhanced hearing, echo-location is a viable method of sensing his surroundings. Similar to a fly and other bugs, Kosnitch is also covered in hairs that detect variations in wind and air flow, which can allow nearby movement to be detected. All his senses are also capable of being suppressed to prevent overloads or resulting trauma. Or if he really wants to sleep and there's lots of noise going on.

Acid Jet: Though it's something that the initiative disapproves of, that hasn't stopped the coalition (really just the Zoolith) sneaking it into their agents. His mouth is capable of secreting an acidic substance that hastens the digestive process. It can also be spat out, typically in combination with a component fluid, to create a stream of highly acidic and high temperature fluid. This is considered a holdout weapon to be used in self-defence, though the Zoolith aren't beyond using agents armed as such for assassination purposes.

▼ LIMITS-WEAKNESSES ▼

[hr ][hr ]
"Weakness. Another word for challenge, difficulty, problem. There are many words."

Kosnitch's combat skills are mediocre, at best. He can defend himself adequately enough from assailants who'd try take him out behind a back alley, but he cannot compete with professional soldiers. Unless he has some kind of advantage, of course, which he will always try to have. He can use most basic firearms such as rifles, pistols and shotguns, but has little experience with more complex or specialised weaponry, such as explosives. In addition, besides from his acidic spit that he'd prefer not to use, he has little in the way of natural weaponry. So if he's caught without a gun, there will be problems for him.

▼ OTHER ▼

"We have spoken. Other matters are to be attended."

In his own time, he takes interest in matters of history and arts. Both are things Zoolith society has little time for in it's obsession to always be rampantly scrabbling forwards. Or at least, they are always used to demonstrate ones power or provide evidence for why they are in authourity. Working as an agent has allowed him to explore things beyond the narrow scope his peoples harsh social structure enforces.

Otherwise, if you need an idea of what kind of society he comes from, think of the Skaven from Warhammer, but less extreme and capitalist.

'Ere he be. Everything should be done, but I'm not in the best state to look over all of it at the time of posting this. In any case, I hope I've made him compatible with everyone elses characters - I've tried to make him a working man sort of guy.

All-Verse: The Initiative

I'll should have a character by tomorrow, should that be of any concern.