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⚙ Bio-Mechanical Information ⚙
⚙ Aliases. The End, The Mechanoid
⚙ Race. Founder Skyborn (Rishiq)
⚙ Age. Twenty Seven
⚙ Sex. Female | Any Pronouns
⚙ Occult. Death Machine Mortisphage
⚙ Core Concept || Praise be The Machinist. Praise be The Machine.⛭ Role | Arms Dealer | Though the best is reserved for only the Rishiq, 'technologically lesser people' are afforded leftovers and preowned, 'outdated models' - so long as they can demonstrate themselves competent enough to utilise it properly, and thus be worthy of purchasing it.
⛭ Alignment | Lawful Evil | To harm or eliminate others for personal gain. To help the weak and needy only if they will repay that debt, with interest. Simoya's adherence to law does not apply to 'legal' rules, but rather their own personal code - which is primarily moulded by their faith and religiosity.
⛭ Faith | Conflicted Machinist | Simoya believes that the most serious mistake of the Skyborn people was their vile betrayal and contemptible murder of their great Patron, the Lord of Technology: The Machinist. Though she was not born Rishiq, she has adopted nearly all of their ideals and considers herself one of them. She believes The Great Storm was a harrowing and sad consequence of her people's own action.
⚙ Visual Data || From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.
⛭ Appearance | Simoya rarely ventures outside with her real body, instead preferring to take control of an Automata. Those who have seen it know Simo's true form as that of an unassuming young-adult Skyborn with short and messy dreads. Much of her body has been replaced with an outer Doyentech shell, which conceals subdermal plating and Necrotech components. Upon scanning and inspection, it appears the only organic 'parts' remaining from her original body are her heart and ribcage, her brain and skull, and the upper half of her spine. It's difficult to fully describe this 'real body', as she is constantly augmenting the pieces attached to it, swapping out legs and arms as needed or desired.
⛭ Automaton | The End is primarily a Clockwork droid, though it makes use of some Necrotech, especially in its core. Most of its form is clothed / decorated - and thus obscured - by layers of burlap and cloth (this does not act as a disguise nor does it hide the fact that it is clearly an Automaton). It has an unsettling hooded face reminiscent of a gasmask, with a dim green glow peering out behind the glassy lenses. Most odd are its legs, which were designed like a pair of weaponised running blades. Simoya won't admit the burlap is there to hide shoddy machining work, which they're embarrassed about. An array of weapons are hidden within the machine at any given time, from its arms opening to reveal steel mantis-blades, to its jaw splitting open to unleash a flamethrower from within its 'throat'.
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⛭ Automaton | The End is primarily a Clockwork droid, though it makes use of some Necrotech, especially in its core. Most of its form is clothed / decorated - and thus obscured - by layers of burlap and cloth (this does not act as a disguise nor does it hide the fact that it is clearly an Automaton). It has an unsettling hooded face reminiscent of a gasmask, with a dim green glow peering out behind the glassy lenses. Most odd are its legs, which were designed like a pair of weaponised running blades. Simoya won't admit the burlap is there to hide shoddy machining work, which they're embarrassed about. An array of weapons are hidden within the machine at any given time, from its arms opening to reveal steel mantis-blades, to its jaw splitting open to unleash a flamethrower from within its 'throat'.
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⛭⚙ || The Machine is my temple, || ⚙⛭
⛭⚙ || Each one a sacred shrine. || ⚙⛭
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⛭⚙ || I name each piston blessed, || ⚙⛭
⛭⚙ || And every gear divine. || ⚙⛭
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⚙ Eulogy ⚙
...Work in Progress
...Access Denied
⛭⚙ || The Machine is my temple, || ⚙⛭
⛭⚙ || Each one a sacred shrine. || ⚙⛭
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⛭⚙ || I name each piston blessed, || ⚙⛭
⛭⚙ || And every gear divine. || ⚙⛭
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⚙ Eulogy ⚙
...Work in Progress
...Access Denied
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