Bloodcookie
Explorer
Hey everybody, Harvey,
Glad to see you're looking to accomodate more players! I'd just like to state my desire to join, and submit my character concept; I'll have stats up tomorrow. This one's a bit... unorthodox, but the concept just struck me as oddly appropriate
Abacus, rogue Modron Samurai 9/Ronin 1
Abacus is that rarest of beasts: a contented outcast Modron. This is by no means an indication that he [I’ll be using the male pronoun for the sake of simplicity, a concession to human sexism that the Modrons would surely disapprove of] has come to terms with his severance from blissful communion with the remainder of his caste – he simply has no memory of it. In fact, it was his inability to come to terms with his new sense of isolation from, and persecution at the hands of, the rest of his race that drove Abacus to accept the memory removal and protection that only the Nameless Legion could provide.
Back in Regulus, Abacus served as one of the five pentadrones leading a regiment within one of the thirty-six Modron armies. He fulfilled his duties with perfect loyalty, until one day, as inexplicably as every other time it occurs, something went wrong. A conflict occurred between a direct order from the army’s hexton commander, and one relayed by a pentadrone leader of the brigade to which Abacus’s regiment belonged. Abacus instantly found himself aware of the concept of dualism, and realized that one of his superiors must be “wrong.” Abacus probably wouldn’t have been able to maintain the charade of normalcy and hide his rogue status for very long, but the question became moot as he immediately underwent the excruciating physical demotion from pentadrone to the quadrone form shared by all outcast Modrons.
Like a wave upon some Prime world’s sea, recognition of Abacus as a rogue rippled outward through the ranks, and he was hounded to the nearest portal, which, coincidentally, led to one of those worlds. Torn by a painful longing to return to a home where he knew inexorable destruction awaited him, Abacus drew ever nearer to making the suicidal decision to do just that. Then, one day when he was at his lowest, staring blankly at a signpost where two roads met, he was approached by a recruiter for the Legion. He explained to Abacus that he had seen his type before, and told him that he knew a way to not only make Abacus forget his traumatic past, but – and he knew this would entice the Modron – give him a new place to belong.
Abacus has only been part of the legion for a few months, and he still approaches every new experience with the naïveté and analytical curiosity common to Modrons outside Mechanus, but with an unusual… enthusiasm?… that borders on something like happiness. Assigned to the Shield Breakers for lack of anything more appropriate, he has proven himself a sturdy and virtually fearless warrior, but his comrades still have trouble taking him seriously, and often perceive him as less of an equal than their more completely biological counterparts. This, combined with his calculating grasp of tactics, at the cost of any natural intuition, has earned him the designation “the walking abacus,” or, more often, just Abacus. Having not yet grasped the concept of “bigotry,” he takes all of this in stride.
Glad to see you're looking to accomodate more players! I'd just like to state my desire to join, and submit my character concept; I'll have stats up tomorrow. This one's a bit... unorthodox, but the concept just struck me as oddly appropriate
Abacus, rogue Modron Samurai 9/Ronin 1
Abacus is that rarest of beasts: a contented outcast Modron. This is by no means an indication that he [I’ll be using the male pronoun for the sake of simplicity, a concession to human sexism that the Modrons would surely disapprove of] has come to terms with his severance from blissful communion with the remainder of his caste – he simply has no memory of it. In fact, it was his inability to come to terms with his new sense of isolation from, and persecution at the hands of, the rest of his race that drove Abacus to accept the memory removal and protection that only the Nameless Legion could provide.
Back in Regulus, Abacus served as one of the five pentadrones leading a regiment within one of the thirty-six Modron armies. He fulfilled his duties with perfect loyalty, until one day, as inexplicably as every other time it occurs, something went wrong. A conflict occurred between a direct order from the army’s hexton commander, and one relayed by a pentadrone leader of the brigade to which Abacus’s regiment belonged. Abacus instantly found himself aware of the concept of dualism, and realized that one of his superiors must be “wrong.” Abacus probably wouldn’t have been able to maintain the charade of normalcy and hide his rogue status for very long, but the question became moot as he immediately underwent the excruciating physical demotion from pentadrone to the quadrone form shared by all outcast Modrons.
Like a wave upon some Prime world’s sea, recognition of Abacus as a rogue rippled outward through the ranks, and he was hounded to the nearest portal, which, coincidentally, led to one of those worlds. Torn by a painful longing to return to a home where he knew inexorable destruction awaited him, Abacus drew ever nearer to making the suicidal decision to do just that. Then, one day when he was at his lowest, staring blankly at a signpost where two roads met, he was approached by a recruiter for the Legion. He explained to Abacus that he had seen his type before, and told him that he knew a way to not only make Abacus forget his traumatic past, but – and he knew this would entice the Modron – give him a new place to belong.
Abacus has only been part of the legion for a few months, and he still approaches every new experience with the naïveté and analytical curiosity common to Modrons outside Mechanus, but with an unusual… enthusiasm?… that borders on something like happiness. Assigned to the Shield Breakers for lack of anything more appropriate, he has proven himself a sturdy and virtually fearless warrior, but his comrades still have trouble taking him seriously, and often perceive him as less of an equal than their more completely biological counterparts. This, combined with his calculating grasp of tactics, at the cost of any natural intuition, has earned him the designation “the walking abacus,” or, more often, just Abacus. Having not yet grasped the concept of “bigotry,” he takes all of this in stride.
