Eligos Forneus Vanth

"Money is power you say? Come on, use your money...stop the flames."

Basics

Name || Eligos Forneus Vanth
Nicknames || El; V; Demon; That masked bastard;
Age || 28
Birthday || 26th of November
Species || Human; augmented.
Gender || Male
Alignment/Faction || Chaotic Neutral/Factionless (Currently aiding Vox Solaris)
Sexuality || Bisexual, preference for feminine features.

Appearance

Face Claim || n/a

Height & Weight || 6,4ft tall (originally 6ft); 275lbs (176lbs of which belong to his cybernetics) / 1,95m tall (originally 1,83m); 125kg (80kg of which belong to his cybernetics).

Identifying Features || Split tongue. The that cybernetics replace his legs and arms usually carry a mate or metallic black finish, albeit often scuffed and stained with other paint. They are further personalised with studs, often pointed, carved or painted with designs similar like one would use tattoos and piercings, but the specifics tend to change between maintenance cycles. His voice is deep and scratchy, and strangely enough his accent tends to shift around depending on his mood. Often wears a gas mask that covers his face from his nose to his throat.

Overall || Tall and toned, with bleached-white skin contrasting with his pitch black organic-styled cybernetics, Eligos is used to standing out, and in fact relishes in it. His short black hair is usually left unkept and red-tipped, and if his general appearance doesn't bother those that glance at him, he often proudly displays his split tongue just to get a reaction. As far as clothing, he usually goes barefoot and sleeveless, putting his cybernetics on display, which goes well with his chosen clothing style, resembling 1980's punk style. Black tank-tops, leather jackets and black jeans held by a studded belt, all of which are often faded, studded, duct taped, ripped or stained with bright paint. He accents it with ample steel jewellery, often wearing at least skull-motif rings, a thick chain hanging from his belt and a simple anarchy symbol hanging from his neck. In addition, while on a job he often wears a gas mask that covers his face from his nose to his throat, most often personalised by him to fit his style, in fact he will even admit that its more of a fashion choice more than anything else, even forgetting to replace the filters more often than not.

Personality

Personal Strengths || Strangely intelligent; Headstrong; Curious.

Personal Weaknesses || Addictive personality; Explosive Temper; Easily demotivated.

Goals || Short-term he wishes to simply continue upgrading himself and continue to gain enough to afford the maintenance. Long-term he wants to actually make a difference, a measurable change in how things work...or at least find a place that functions in a manner more in line with his world views.

Fears || Mildly Arachnophobic.

Overall || Destructive, short-sighted and with an almost unnatural disdain for large corporations, Eligos comes across as an average punk at a first glance, and most that cross his path never see him as more than just that. In reality, Eligos is a being at conflict to himself. A warrior without a cause, an uncontrolled flash of brilliance that chaotically expands and contracts at seemingly random times. Eager to learn, but dissatisfied with the educational system; with a drive to create, but without a motivation to do so. In short, he is a brilliant man with no purpose that has decided to simply lash out against what he knows he dislikes.
For those that get to know him, Eligos becomes surprisingly docile, with an almost child-curiosity to him and an eagerness to help. Mind you his, personality is still the same, but the aggression spares those that he deemed to be worth it. All in all Eligos feels and acts as if he is apart from the normal ebb and flow of society, and is rather uncaring of the opinions others have of him because of it.

History

Family Information || Both parents, Aeshma Forneus and Ronove Vanth, are still alive, and, as far as he knows, doing well. Both reside in Daiban, being, in Eligos' own words, your average wage-slave. He hasn't had contact with them outside of the anonymous credit donations he sends them every so often, a sort of apology for having used what amounted to their savings on his cybernetics.

Homeworld || Eligos was born in Daiban, to a middle class family. Life wasn't too harsh, but from a young age he felt the stifling oppression and unfairness caused by the higher classes, living at the mercy of the apparently random decisions of the corporations. Despite this, his parents worked hard to afford an education for him hoping for a good future in the very same corps that ruled their lives.

History || Eligos was born in 2952, in a small hospital in Daiban. The birth was complicated, but thankfully proceeded without long-term repercussions. Life was simple, with the normal difficulties of middle class. Parents both worked during most of the day, ingraining a sense of independence and self-reliance upon him from a young age. He was charming, but never made long-term friends, circling along the alternative circles from his teenage years onwards. Still, he progressed through life without creating too many problems, nothing that would hinder his academic life at the very least. It was when he was accepted into a prestigious college that the reality of life set in. He saw his future, another cog in a machine that crushed lives for money… and he couldn't take it.
He dropped out. Sent a letter apologising to his parents and cleaned his bank account. From his ample time spent in the edges of the social circles he knew about the existence of certain factions, the existence of an underbelly to society, and he gladly plunged deeply into it. He made contact, started taking small-time jobs, spreading his name around as a freelancer, unbound to any group. Eventually got hooked into the idea of transhumanism and invested most of his money into the procedure. He is an oddball. For in an area filled of alterations and jobs fuelled by revenge, higher motives and necessity, he has chosen this. He chose the life he leads, he chose to alter his own body, and chose to simply float by from planet to planet as the jobs demand, looking for the perfect nest to roost upon.

Verse-specific details

Abilities ||

Cybernetic enhancements/replacements

Eligos has had extensive cybernetic enhancement surgery performed on him, replacing not only his limbs, but all the muscle areas responsible for their motions, as to allow to a more organic transition, and allowing him to use the full strength of his augmentations without overly straining his organic torso. Having gone through illegal means in order to have the augmentations, all their individual pieces have no id number, and legally, no corporate producer. Crafted from industrial and military parts into a civilian design, they are surprisingly sturdy. With a carbon-based skeleton, nanofibre musculature, and composite ceramic plates covering them, all painted black. The bones that were not replaced have been reinforced with carbon fibre to withstand the weight and torsion of the prosthetics. That said, his flesh is as vulnerable as that of a normal human. In addition, all wireless capabilities were removed from the sections, as to prevent hacking. The cybernetics are powered by heat and chemosynthesis, thanks to a biofilter at the connection points, thus they can get most of what they require from his blood and body-heat. However they still require regular maintenance, and in order to operate in cold weather they require a battery.
Baseline, the cybernetics provide him with strength and speed roughly equivalent to twice the capabilities of an unaugmented human. But, if the situation requires it, he can mentally remove the safety on them, doubling their output thus putting him at a level four times higher than what humans are capable off. That said, he lacks any sensory augmentations, and as such with the limiter removed he can move faster than he can actually perceive. Not only that, operating above limiting specifications can cause severe damage to cybernetics and body alike, leaving it as a back-up choice at best.

Cybernetic rundown and details:

Arms: Organic design, and lacking any conventional weaponry. that pass as regular civilian-tech at first glance. Each arm has a small battery along the shoulder blades, retractile diamond-typed claws to assist with infiltration, and in a pinch he can rewire energy from the batteries to the surface plates, although if performed in cold weather he risks shutting down the cybernetic.
Post Event-Horizon Upgrades: His cybernetics have been upgraded with Corpus tech, with shield projectors mounted onto the forearms. However the brand of shield used is not the full-body enveloping kind, but the one often used by Corpus Crewman as barriers or as roadblocks. This means that the shields created are visible (yellow-orange hue), rectangular and medium to large sized (roughly 36 inches/91 cm across), often used as cover to allow him to get into melee range, or as battering rams when he is moving at high speed. They are powered by the cybernetics’ batteries, which have since been upgraded, which means he cannot maintain them indefinitely. They are sturdy enough to be able to tank anything short of heavy explosive ordnance...if only once. The “taser” function of his cybernetics can be used in tandem with the shields, jolting anyone dumb enough to strike them at melee.

Legs: Digitigrade in design, they account for the 0,4ft height increase, and have drastically altered his gait since the surgery. This gives him some trouble with stairs, but substantially increased his running and climbing capabilities. Each leg has a battery along the hip and retractile diamond-tipped talons upon he tip, as well as a retractile spur, to assist in climbing.
Post Event-Horizon Upgrades: Each foot now has an anti-grave plate installed, courtesy of the Vent-Kids. These can be turned on and off at will, causing him to levitate a foot or two off the ground. Having no propulsion system installed, these nonetheless allow him to “skate” across any surface, solid or liquid if he triggers them while having a degree of speed or if going downhill. Alternatively they can be power on with a burst, enhancing the throwing power of his kicks or acting as a dampener to any fall.

Brain-to-machine interface jack: Since he doesn't trust wireless connections, he has a jack slot in the bottom of the back of his skull, compatible with a plethora of different cables and interfaces. If one has the right adaptor that is. The slot is usually plugged for safety.

Facial Anchors and mask: An “upgrade” of sorts to his Gas mask. Based off the Atmos Mask design, the mask is now self-contained and clips on to anchors on the bridge of his nose, cheekbones and chin. Maintaining the skull-like design, it is now disconnected from any external air supply, its basic mode cleansing and recycling air thanks to vibrational separation, with two small compressed air cannisters serving as backups for airless environments.

Tenno Abilities:

Eligos’ contact with the Void through brainjack of the Event Horizon recreated, in part, the conditions that lead to the creation of the Tenno. As such, he shares their abilities, even if at a rudimentary level. He is untrained in their schools however, leaving him unable to perform Transference or gain the benefits of a School. All of these abilities consume Energy while being channelled, which he can only recover if he is not using any of them.

Tenno School - None

Void Beam
The Operator's default power, the Void Beam is a continuous energy beam fired from their right hand that extends up to 20 meters. Eligos lacks an Amp to enhance this ability.

Void Blast
The Void Blast is a cone-shaped area-of-effect attack which knockbacks all targets in 4-meter radius.

Void Dash
Void Dash is a mobility power that launches the Operator towards the direction of aim for 12 meters, which will damage and knockback any targets in range.

Void Mode
Void Mode turns the Operator incorporeal and thus invisible to enemies and various sensors (but not Corpus laser barriers or Grineer sensor bars), while also protecting them from any incoming damage, including fall damage and Status Effects. For all intents and purposes the Tenno slips partway into the Void and is not fully there, with objects and even people moving through their invisible form. Thick enough material prevents this incorporeal movement.

Other

Skills || Proficient with basic Cybernetic maintenance. Self-taught in chemistry, particularly in drug synthesis and makeshift explosives. Has basic knowledge in direct hacking. A few years of experience in corporate sabotage and theft.

Training || Regular education up to the equivalent of 12th grade. Self-taught in cybernetic maintenance. Self-taught in hand-to-hand combat, which he excels at. Average marksmanship, self-taught with the help of others. All other skills are mostly research and self-taught. If pressed for how, he will reply trial and error, mostly error.

Combat Strengths || In combat, Eligos excels in close quarters, bringing his cybernetics to bear, as well as anything he manages to get his hands on at the time for use as an improvised weapon. He is also extremely liberal with makeshift incendiary explosives, and thus nearly always has one on his person.

Combat Weaknesses || Average/mediocre in long-ranged combat. Due to his personal distaste of firearms, this tends to put him on a tight spot.

Additional Details || Enjoys learning other languages and thus makes an effort to learn at least the basics of the language of the planet/sector he happens to be in. Usually seen with his cordless headphones, that have limited translation abilities. Due to his distaste for wireless tech, he has to physically upload songs into the headphone's memory.

Gear

Weapons ||

Lockpicks: A married set of a Halligan bar and a flathead axe, both around 54 inches (137cm) in length and composed of titanium. Usually worn on a strap upon his back, over his clothing. While he prefers to enter places in a more subtle manner, he is not beyond more invasive methods, The fact that they also make quite efficient weapons in combat is nothing but a big plus.

Scream and Shout: Two modified uzis equipped with high-velocity ammo. They were altered for faster fire rate and wider firing angle, making them effectively useless at long range, but allowing them to create a veritable storm of bullets in short to mid range. Due to the high-velocity ammo, the inner parts need to be replaced fairly often due to wear and tear.  Given his general distaste and relative low skill for and with firearms, he usually carries these around for emergency situations.

Molotovs and other makeshift explosives: Eligos loves fire. Perhaps a bit too much. He usually has at least one molotov on him. Made of the cheapest, and strongest brew he can find, usually giving them a taste and scent akin to gasoline, Eligos also mixes a fair amount of sugar into the mix, making sure that the flames stick and remain for far longer periods than they would otherwise. The bottles are usually repurposed or casually found after a little bit of dumpster hunting.

Ship ||

N/A. Has no personal vessel, simply using commercial vessels or including the trip as part of the payment for a job.

Current Story ||

At this point in history, Eligos has fully recovered from his cybernetic surgery, and thus looks upon the world with greedier eyes. Where before he had been satisfied with small, low danger jobs, he is now willing to take those that pose a real threat. This of course prompts him for higher rewards, and travels to faraway places. Still, there is no set plan in his mind, no set goal. he is simply exploring the universe as he goes, allowing fate to unravel himself as he walks, making decisions as they appear. The difference is, that now he feels ready to actually pursue the moments that will prompt the questions he needs.
Post Event Horizon: Having survived yet another mission that took its toll on his body and cybernetics, he also had to deal with with the after-effects of having his brain in direct contact with the Void. This lead to his choice to remain in the area of the mission instead of returning to his home system. He was looking for answers, and something told him he would find them there.
As luck would have it, he came into contact with the Corpus at first, more precisely their worker faction. Language was a barrier at first, but his interest in linguistics allowed him to communicate at a rudimentary level, and at this point he is able to say a few simple sentences in their native tongue. His apparent cybernetics helped him fit in and be welcomed with a sense of camaraderie shared by all Corpus workers. As soon as his anti-corporate views became apparent, Vox Solaris, and the Vent Kids, approached him… and he gladly joined their cause in exchange for tech and knowledge of his new abilities.

The Roleplayer
Pen Name || The Red Priest; Ed

Age || 28

Other Characters || Eligos

Roleplay Sample ||

With a slow drag, the black electric lighter upon his lips lit up, brilliant blue light cutting across the darkness as the stimulants slowly travel down his lungs and infest his bloodstream, pupils dilating and his mind blanking...a perfect blank, and calm slate for the job at hand . He exhales, a cloud of multi-hued smoke leaving his lips and nostrils. He checked the time, brown eyes gazing down towards the mechanical watch upon his cybernetic wrist. 5 minutes to go...he should prepare.
    Turning his cigarette off, he would slip it into the inner pocket of his jacket as he strapped on his gas mask, the stench of smoke and grime of the city being replaced by the hermetic cleanliness of hospital air, courtesy of the new filters installed. He picked up the hefty black burlap satchel, the black talons upon his feet descending, sinking into the stone and metal as he descended along the large monument of glass that was the corps building, the neon lights reflecting upon the chrome teeth soldered upon his mask, and across the metallic jewellery adorning his body and clothing. Vent L5...according to the anonymous contract, it should go into maintenance mode in...now. As if predicting his thoughts, the whirring engine slowly silences itself, the blades on the outside slowly coming to a halt. With no time to lose, he extended the diamond-tipped claws of his right hand and pulled the cover off, relishing for a moment on the sensation of having metal bend under his fingers like clay...it was intoxicating.
    Still, time was ticking. He crawled into the vent, recalling the express instructions he was given ...right-left-straight ahead and finally...second to the right. The air was much warmer here, the dryness being felt upon his exposed skin. He was close. Bending the grating open, he would slowly squeeze himself out and cling tot he ceiling by claw and talon, his bag dangling from his shoulders, the soft sound of glass moving against glass causing him to stop for mere moments, before continuing on. Pressure sensors, cameras every few feet and physical patrols...the info he got was good. Too good actually. Most likely it had been the company itself that had hired him, out to test some sort of security measure. Well, if it was a test they wanted, he would give them one to remember...besides, the pay was good and he got to inconvenience the fat cats, a win-win situation in his eyes.
    As he passed by each side door, he would pause, fetching into the burlap sack to fetch a clear bottle filled with a opaque fluid, industrial strength duct tape, and a small candle, rigging them to the door before lighting up the candle...in theory, should the door be opened, the bottle would fall and shatter, for a nasty little surprise. Eventually he had eyes on his prize, the server room. Hanging upside down, he would quickly jump in the code provided 18543096125...and lo and behold, it opened. He half expected it to be wrong at this point, but, their loss. It was his time to shine. Dropping into the room, he would reach into the bag and pull out a steel bar, placing it down at the entrance, between the sliding automatic doors. Setting the sack down, he started to gently tap the walls and floor, looking for something...Hmm coolant cooled huh? Good for them. With a violent punch he found the coolant supply and broke it, his arm covered in resplendence white ice crystals as a veritable geyser of bluish fluid spit forth against the wall.
    The alarm went off. The door tried to close, but it was prevented from doing so by the steel bar. One problem down, but he still had shit to do. Running around, alarms blaring over his head, he would duct tape all the vents, just in time of hearing the distance sound of glass breaking, shortly followed by the pleasant echo of screams. Ah...they found his little gifts. Well, time for the main event. Fully opening the bag, would reveal it to be filled with more bottles. Molotov's, his special blend. Shitty aguardiente from Duke's, with a handful of sugar to really make it last, like the glucose in napalm of old. Fetching his trusty lighter, he would flick the flame on, and light all the cloths, before quickly throwing each at a server. The fire-suppression system went off, but it could not vent out the room of oxygen. The argon release went next, but due to the open door, it really wasn't that effective. They wanted a test didn't they? Well, they got one.
    All he had to do now was escape...which he technically didn't plan how. But...winging it was half the fun anyway. Crouching down before the door, he could see the security force approaching, arms at the ready. His artificial muscles tensed, talons retracting as his eyes tunnelled forward...it was a long hallway...he should be able to hit top speed. Metal bending under his toes, he dashed forward, arms crossed in front of his face as he rammed through the security force, the sounds of shots being fired ringing in head ears over the blaring alarm. The door before him was open, and on the other side he could see glass...he needed to go faster. His eyes strained, tearing up under the wind pressure, his lungs burned, oxygen only getting in due to the graces of his gasmask as he leapt over what seemed a fire-suppression team. Faster! His arms hit the glass. There is a moment f uncertainty as his bones creak and his flesh complains. Then a crack. With a thunderous sound the panel shatters and he is propelled forward amidst a shinning rain of crystal tempered glass, a laugh roaring from his chest.
    Gravity kicks into existence, his Icarus flight soon becoming vertical. 20 stories high...Doc had told him they would take it. He surely hoped they did. Spreading his limps to create higher wind resistance, he would try to even them out, hoping to have his cybernetics absorb most of the kinetic shock. It was going to hurt but fuck if it wasn't fun. The crash came before he expected it too, concrete breaking under his touch as pain irradiated across his body, a cloud of pink mist venting forth from his gas mask...Yea they took it. He pushed himself up, his body screaming in pain, and his cybernetics twitching. Something had snapped. A lot of something's had snapped...But he had done his job. Removing his gas mask, he would fetch his cigarette again and inhale, the pain numbing over the chemical cloud...he needed to head to Doc again, and collect the rest of his pay.