Name: Subject 17

Age: 24

Archon of: Sound

Archon weapon: Headphones. Noise cancelling, a gateway into the mind of subject 17 for the wearer.
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Appearance: Similar to this, with the following modifications: decent fitness, normal hands, no split down face, B.R.F brand on chest, small cybernetic enhancement to the ear, more normal skin color, no hair ever grows anywhere on his body. So no eyes or mouth, but otherwise mostly normal. 
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Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts, similar to this outfit:

Personality: Socially awkward, closed off, curious, inventive, not the brightest.

Bio: 	Twenty-four years ago I was created in B.R.F research labs. I was a failure. I did not pass the physical tests. I was not fast enough. I was not strong enough. I had no special ability. I was useless. 
I was 16 when the tests began. A young girl by the name of Cale was brought in, and underwent the same physical tests with me. She outperformed me in every way, despite being much younger. I could feel her presence differently than that of my caretakers. It was not dissimilar to the warmth of a fire. Comforting. She was kind, and she saw my suffering and shortcomings. When she heard that I was scheduled for extermination, she saved me. I do not know how. I only know what Cale told me before slipping a bandana and goggles onto my head: “I’m sorry this happened to you. My name is Cale, perhaps I shall meet you on the outside. Run.” 
The B.R.F must have thought me dead, because neither they nor the World Government Associate give me trouble. I was free to go. I did not blend well with society. I communicated silently, finding solace with the homeless who did not ask many questions. Through them, I learned of this world I was created in.
I ran across an old couple early on who took me in. They ran a homeless shelter in the World Government Association’s Seventh Octant. I was only allowed to stay a few days before being forced to leave, but I was given advice on obtaining an inexpensive cybernetic enhancement that might suit me. 
Enter the audio navigator. This was a small enhancement to the ear, along with some specially modified goggles. The goggles had a tiny sound emitter that was tuned to a frequency above natural hearing potential. The ear enhancement enabled me to hear that specific frequency. It took practice, but with this I was able to navigate daily life. I blended in as a mechanic’s apprentice for a time, but lacked the precision to do any meaningful work. 
I became an audiophile. I enriched my mind with not only music, but sounds of the world. What I couldn’t experience in person I experienced through virtually created sounds, which ended up being a treat of their own. Concerts were to die for. The silence of nothing but the wind at the heights of buildings was my high. I couldn’t create the sounds very well myself. I lacked the funds to purchase an instrument. Even if I could, who would teach me? 
Then one day I heard a voice…

“Would you like to play?”


Special gear or equipment: Audio Navigator, Broken Sonar Equipment, Master mechanic’s spare parts, parts and plans registry/lookup device.