Ivraemraeth
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NAME: Ivraemraeth
FACTION:
RANK: Unknown
SPECIES: Xenomorph XX121
AGE: At least a century old.
SEX: Male ?
HEIGHT: 8 Feet (14–16 feet long, with the tail.)
WEIGHT: 375 lbs
EYES: None
HAIR: Bald. But it's black and shiney.
SKIN: Black.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ "This creature is something that we've never seen before." : His Xenormorph morphology makes him extremely agile, capable of navigating through vents, up walls or across large areas swiftly and nimbly. He also have an astonishing leaping ability. It also seem to be capable of lifting humans clean into the air with little effort, and breaking down metal pressure doors.It's head is covered in ridges for increased structural strength, allowing him to use his skull as a ramming weapon, often to force his way through doors, vent covers or other physical obstructions. His blood is an extremely potent acid and is capable of corroding on contact almost any substance with alarming speed. It is dull yellowish-green in color, and seems to be pressurized inside the body so that it spurts out when punctured. Even more scary, he seem to be able to spit it from his own mouth. As a Xenomorph, he do not radiate heat, as his body heat matches the ambient temperature of the environment in which his is. His primary weapon is his inner, pharyngeal jaw, which is capable of shooting from his mouth like a piston with sufficient power to smash through bone and metal. Finnally, he's also able to secrete a thick, strong resin (vomited from his mouth) that he tends to use to cocoon his victims. If one of his limbs is gone, it will start to regenerate itself, but it would take quite the amount of time, and pain.
+ "It... It can talk!" : He can use his two mouths to actually speak and say short sentences. Even if he's well versed in the art of speech, he's only unable to keep talking for more than a couple of seconds. Afterwards, it just ends up being loud grunts. He's also able to mimic the tone of a voice he already heard and memorized.
+ "You fool, I can breath in space! -"B-but space is a vacuum!" : Since he doesn't need to breath and his morphology makes him able to resist to a LOT of things, Ivraemraeth would probably be able to survive in space, or in water for it matters, but of course, he wouldn't be able to freely move himself inside of it, and if he was to crash into orbit, it would probably destroy him.
- "BUUURN BABY BURN!" : In front of fire, or near it, Ivraemraeth will act with extreme caution, since his body is highly inflammable. No kidding, even a match is a dangerous weapon against him. The pain produced by fire is tenfolds bigger for him than it would be for the average human being.
- "Press the red button.. No, the blue button! No! The green button, THE GREEN BUTTON!!" : Ivraemraeth will probably never be able to master advanced technology, especially anything related to spaceships.
- "It got me, Jerry!" : No matter how thick it is against blunt damage, a bullet would able to easily pierce his skin, same goes for any blasters or light sabers.
APPEARANCE:
Being 8 Feet tall when completely standing up, not only is Ivraemraeth tall but also.. Terrifying. He seem to have an elongated, cylindrical skulls, but possess no visible facial features other than his mouth.When standing upright, Ivraemraeth is vaguely bipedal in form, though he usually adopt a more hunched, quadrupedal stance when walking or sprinting. He has a skeletal, biomechanical appearance and is colored in muted shades of black and dark blue . He also have segmented, blade-tipped tail, with a flat ridge of spines at the base of the blade, making him able to swim at an incredible fast pace. Nothing short of a monster, this humanoid creature still possess fingers. Four fingers on each of his bizarre arms. With the two in the middle being extremely long and skeletal, looking more like claws than human fingers.
BIOGRAPHY:
At first, everything was dark. He couldn't feel nor sense a single thing, he wasn't able to discern things, he felt as if he was held in tight, unable to move anything else than his mouth, which was always open. Suddenly, he felt something touching the tip of his teeths and started to chew on it, attempting to eat it, thus obeying his instincts. Yes, that's right, that's the only thing he knew back then: To eat or be eaten. As he kept chewing on it, he started to feel something different, he was full, growing, was he becoming something else? Perhaps something stronger? He didn't know, but one thing was certain: He couldn't stop. The creature didn't seem to have a sense of time, as it kept eating without even wondering for how long he has been eating, when he suddenly discovered a new sensation, as he kept growing. He was now able to... Wiggle a bit! At the same time, he started to hear something echoing inside of his mind. A Voice. Apparently, it was trying to enter in contact with him. No. It wasn't something like that, it was.. Something else, he never had someone to talk to in the first place, yet he just knew it was something else. Like.. An order. A motherly order. The voice's ''order'' was getting clearer and clear at each seconds, at such point that he was now able to easily discern it and understand it:
"Get out, my child." - The voice said.
Within an instant, the creature started to move itself, attempting to free itself from this fleshy prison, and felt something hard poking on his mouth. Without a hint of hesitation, he used his tail-like body like a piston and started to push harder, using his whole body like a piston and his mouth like a hammer. He didn't know why he was obeying the voice, but he somehow knew he had to. After a couple of tries - Four to be precise - , He felt that the barrier was weakening, with one final piston-like manoeuver, he finally broke through the Thoracic Cage and felt the fresh air on his own skin for the first time in his entire life. He got out. He was now outside. If he would've been able to, he would've smiled, brightly, as he was suddenly overwhelmed by an impressive amount of feelings. What was going on? He was now perceiving things he never even thought of before! Without waiting more than a couple of seconds, humming the air a couple of times, he quickly escaped what seemed to be the flesh of.. A human. How did he know it was a human? The voice told him? No. It was something else. Something.. More Intense. It was his first discovery of what Humans would probably call the Hive Mind. It was helping him in a lot of ways. After that, he quickly grew up to his full size, becoming what they would call a Warrior in his tongue, a natural-born killer with the only goal of protecting the hive and lived that way for at least 50 human years... Then it happened: Suddenly he felt a sharp pain, the pain of his brothers, the pain of his Mother. Everything was apparently burning. One word was always echoing in his mind.
"The Hunters. The Hunters. The Hunters. The Hunters. The Hunters..."
It was unbearable, and so painful it made him faint. After a couple of hours, he regained cousciousness. He was no longer feeling anything else around him, and no longer sensing the Hive. It seemed to have disappeared. What happened? After moving his way towards it, he quickly understood that he was the sole survivor of the Hive. Everything was gone, besides him. But what would he do without Mother? He passed most of his time surviving, only eating and killing for survival. Remaining cautious around the human race. Yet they seemed to be okay with him. Not to the point of approaching him casually, but they were tolerating his presence, which was already good. As years past, he even learned words because he kept hearing them. After 74 years of existence in this World, he decided it was now time. He was alone, and would dictate his own rules and his own way of living. After walking his way towards what seemed to be a human farm, he slowly stood up and walked towards it and for the first time in a long time, stood in front of a human at least than a meter from each others. The human seemed to be scared, as he slowly opened his mouth.
"My... Name... Is Ivraemraeth." - He said before quickly running away, backing away in the deep forest. This was the beginning of a story, the story of the sole survivor of the Hive.
SHIP:
Oh god no.
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