[Character Sheet] Wires

[Panther385]

The Basics
Name: Wires, NUMBER 996, Yuki Pinkeye

Age: Unknown- Felines do not age in the same ways as humans, much less cyborgs. His mind is aged to an adult's perspective, despite being activated for only four months.

Apparent Age: To a human, Wires would look to be about eleven or twelve.

Gender: Male

Height: 4' 3"

Weight: Seventy pounds.

Eye Color: Pink

Hair Color: White

Physique: Wires is light and snake like, breaking the norm of the standard bipedal feline. As an albino, he is very sensitive to light, becoming an extreme setback due to his large eyes. To counter this he wears orange-tinted goggles that strap around his head, right under bat-like ears. He's also seen wearing a red scarf and giant headphones in his odd way to distract people from his genetic defect.

Both of his arms are skeleton in appearance; tapping or hitting them reveals their true metal nature. Tying in with this is his tail, from which he got his nickname. It resembles a long electric cord with a plug on the end, useful for feeding (see Food) and 'downloading' files.

Race: Bipedal feline- half-android.

Language:
Common
Mindspeak
Feline (spoken in meowing and body language)
Eleck (See powers)


Religious affiliation: Machina- Those Who Worship the Machine. A common religion for 'halfies', (half-robot) they focus on obeying and praising all things electronic. There is no 'church', as most halfies are scattered around the world and rarely come in contact. Machina followers are also sub-affiliated with religions involving fire and energy-type groups.

Homeland: A small self-funded lab on Bane. (Planet in the Naemdion constellation.)

Home/Location in Psychotopia: A rundown apartment on the edge of Psychotopia, along with various other strange beasts.

Heraldic Symbol/Colors: A pink musical note.

Companions/Friends: Wires stays in his small room most of the time, so he has little to none social skills, therefore making his circle of buddies limited.

Neko- A side-changing werecat with the penchant for bringing home 'friends'. Wires' closest friend.

Laika- A ninja gargoyle with mild shapeshifting abilties. Wires' rival for nuttyness.

Skills
Studies: Hand-to-hand combat (Taught by Laika)
Apprenticeships: None.
Natural Abilities:

Electricity bending: the ability to summon and use raw electricity as a weapon.

Sound blasting: Aplifying small sounds into large waves by focusing chakra- hard to do, as Wires has large ears...

Eleck: The language of machines. Wires can speak to machines to find out codes (computes, electronic locks, ect.) or to have them start or launch minus a key or password.

Occupation(s): Runs a electronics store in the center of town.)
Financial Status: Not very good. Not surprising, as not many people want Electric Kinky Handcuffs nowadays.

Family
Mother: None.
Father: None.
Brothers: Not known.
Sisters: Not known.
Half/Step/Adopted Siblings: Too numerous to count- being born in a lab, pretty much everyone was his sibling in some way or another.
Spouse: ...Uh, no.
Children: I'd hope not.

Possessions

Inventory Link

Clothing: Red scarf, large headphones, orange goggles, tan shorts. Storing items is achieved by stuffing them in his scarf.
Jewelry: None.
Weapons:

Claws: (natural weapon) Wires, like all felines, conceals claws in his paws that can be unsheathed at will. Useful for scratching, climbing, and picking locks.

Armor: None.
Magical Items/Artifacts (and their powers): None.
Currency: Anything.
Tools/Utensils: None.
Books/Scrolls: None.
Food: Wires is capable of catching rodents and birds like any other cat. The electronic part of him also feeds off of electricty when some source (like an outlet) is near.
Medicinal Items/Herbs: None.
Are any of your possessions sentient? Y/N (If yes answer the following:) No.

Character Depth

I don't remember much about where I was born. And, really, I wouldn't give a damn if I lived my life without knowing. The bright, blinding fluorescent lights hurt like hell on a stick, with me bein' an albino and all. These eyes are so sensitive to things like that. Anyway, I'm getting offtrack now.

There was always this constant foul stink in the air- it made everything feel oily and slippery. It would coat yer nostrils, throat, fur, until it consumed you in that disgusting fume. I was born in a cage like everyone else there. Metal, cold, hard. Can't say I remember more than that... Well, at least until the crash,

See, I don't know what those crazy scientist types do in labs all day while they're not jabbin' us young'uns with sharp needles, but I knew one of them screwed up that day. Big time. A crash, a bang, shattering and screaming. Something broke the cage and hit me hard; I think it was a big beaker or somethin'.

I'd gone unconscious for a while. When I woke up, I caught a glimpse of the world for the first time. The soil was a charcoal grey, and ruins of where I had lived most of my life was scattered around me. It was only then that I stopped wondering the next time I would get jabbed with pointy things, or when the horrible clanking would stop.

'Cause it had. And I was pretty relived.

I started become aware of myself. I could see, and hot damn, if that's not a reason to start poking yourself in the stomach wonderin' why yer so fat, then I dunno what is.

Some of the wiser creatures- the old grizzly cats that had been here from the start- filled me in with a direct bluntness that I'd found both annoying and good at the same time. Mixed feelin's and stuff.

Apparently, this was a little 'fun time' lab for a couple o' sickos with too much money and spare time on their hands. They rounded up the local animal and alien population and crossbred 'em, soon usin' their kits as fodder for cyborg implants. Deus knows what happened after that.

I mulled around for a while in that area, gettin' to know Machina freaks and the whole menagerie of creatures that lived there. After I got sick of that, I set out to find the next town, where I snuck onto a cargo ship headed fer Psychotopia. There was some weird stuff in that ship, right down to the three-headed pink chickens on board.

After the shipment was done, I'd jumped off and explored around. I'm jus' like that- I like to move, groove, and not stay in one place for to long. As long as there's somewhere to come back to, that is.

I met up with some crazy gay werecat on the street. Said he needed someone to manage an electronics store for him while he was messin' around with an angel guy. Really, by the way they looked, they were still minors. Yeesh, kids these days...

Oi, I'm getting off topic again. I do that too often. So, after takin' the job an' buyin' some swag to keep myself from looking indecent, I stumbled upon a ninja gargoyle. Yeah, you heard me right. Ninja. Gargoyle. That's even worse than these catboys and underage angels. That 'Laika' gargoyle-thing was the type that always made you feel like you had to be better than him. Maybe it just his innate desire for competition. I'll never know.

So to keep me around for various competitions when he gets bored, Laika pointed me to an old apartment building that no one owns anymore. Maybe it has to do with that the thing is falling apart... Oh well, why look a gift horse (gargoyle?) in the mouth?

So that's where I am today. Now shoo before I electrocute you.

[The Narrator]

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