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[center]NOSHER[/center]

Race: Human (Nominally)

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Appearance: [url=https://i.imgur.com/h6eqohc.png]Ugly[/url]

Equipment: Dozens of fingerbones on a string, several pieces of jewelry stripped from the dead inmates.

Attunement: Life. So much Life. Double Life, man.

Ability: [Hider=Adaptive Regeneration] Nosher's magical attunement is unusual in that it is completely and entirely internalized to the point where he cannot control it consciously. His entire body is suffused with magical energy and acts as a perpetual engine constantly producing mana. He cannot manifest any external magical effects, work the flesh of other living beings, sense surrounding magic or even manipulate his own body. Instead, his magic is always on, after a sense, working without a stop and only in a single way - but what a terrible way it is! Nosher regenerates at an incredible speed, pounds upon pounds of flesh capable of growing back in counted seconds, and every time he is hurt enough for the process to start, his regenerated form is a little bit stronger and more resistant to the sort of attack that damaged him - it. Physical damage made his flesh denser, forced his skin to sprout armour plates, great structural damage such as bisection and mutilation made his body segmented and capable of sustaining activity even when grievously ruined, fire and plasma tuned his pain receptors down and made him secrete a retardant mucus from every pore - any trick only works for so long before becoming very inefficient. Over the course of his life he sustained so much damage, much of it on purpose, that he had almost completely lost his original form, turning into a beast that he is today, over two tonnes in weight and almost nine feet in length, bristling with short tentacles, spikes, scything talons and rending claws, his entire body armoured and lined with eyes peeking through the cracks in plates, his massive maw dripping with acidic saliva.

Due to his improved physiology, Nosher has trouble speaking and articulating. His speech is mostly comprehensible, but he needs to carefully pace himself to achieve any degree of eloquence instead of producing animalistic growls and snorting.
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Personality: [Hider=Friendly.]Nosher is a masochist beyond measure and definition. His chief drive and desire is to find things that can hurt him, harm him, force him to learn, to make him better - a task that becomes harder and harder with every success. Alongside this perverse craving there is a certain sort of wanderlust that makes the creature to constantly be on the move, hunting for new experiences instead of waiting for these to come to him and a quiet, deeply repressed regret over his life choices, buried somewhere within the furthest recesses of the creature's core, existentially troubled over the destination of his life's journey - what will happen when nothing in the world can harm him? Is there a way to turn back from what he became, physically and mentally? Could someone possibly love it, or at very least not feel immediate fear and aversion? 

Outside of this little trifling, nagging part of his psyche, Nosher is a fairly uncomplicated creature. He likes to pit his strength against that of others, and to gather trophies from those that he manages to defeat - little bits of bone, or small baubles. He never chases those who manage to disable him or get away from him, believing that some sort of fate or serendipity will always make him meet the worthy opponent again. He is quite reserved with his emotions and thoughts, rarely acting on immediate impulses or urges - instead, the feelings well up inside him, controlled and repressed until he can find a way to deal with them, or until he reaches a boiling point at which the stoic facade explodes outwards in an intense, short-lived frenzy of emotion - he might get violent, start crying to vent and let it all out or respond in different but similar fashion. 

With people that he does not deign to attack, Nosher is polite, as long as they reciprocate such politeness, and not above accepting one's expertise and intellectual superiority over his own. His name comes from an oral fixation - a habit quite acceptable in humans, but quite daunting when perpetuated by a monstrosity whose jaws can bend and puncture steel. He likes to have something to chew, nibble on or plainly roll around his mouth. Bodyparts work, if he wants to make a tough guy impression, but ball bearings or scrap metal is more commonplace.[/Hider]

Bio: [Hider=Not much to say.  Well, a fair bit to say.] Nosher was once Pope Clementine Walker, a man overall unremarkable save for his particularly strong - for a human - affinity for magic. Having grown up in a corporate-owned arcology, his abilities were noticed quite quickly and, after being thoroughly indoctrinated throughout childhood and school, was recruited as a typical wage mage, if an unusually capable one, constantly busy in the clinics for VIP clients whom he assisted to instantly connect to their prosthetics or in the field with corporate black ops in order to provide on-site medical support to the assets or assist with interrogations in most direct and brutal fashion. However, even the most perfect and faithful of gears still serves the great machine, and even after most painful and ugly lessons, a man would still reach for things beyond his grasp. Pope was conscripted into one of usual corporate experiments - everyone wanted to learn to combine magic and technology, an untapped field full of potential, and everyone tried very hard to find a way. One of theories was that when put under duress and pushed to his utmost limits, a capable Life-manipulator could manually assimilate a piece of chrome into himself. Something easy and simple - a small sample of artificial ortho-skin laced with smart synthetic materials that'd work to help the graft to attach and that'd harden on impact, a piece of cyberware as simple and non-invasive as one could possibly be. Needless to say, things went south very fast.

By all accounts, due to the innate rejection between the magic and technology, Pope should have immediately died when his essence reached out to that of the attachment, but for an unknown reason posessing too many ugly implication to ponder, his sheer level of attunement to Life and his survival instinct have managed to overpower and expel the material [i]alien[/i] to his very being in a single great burst of power which burned out and twisted his connection to ambient magic energies, causing him to attain the state of being that led him to where he is now - his magic was permanently locked into the "keep the host alive at all costs" mode.

Terrified, infuriated and completely hysterical, he proceeded to go on the run for a prolonged amount of time, having been chased, beaten down, contained, researched and experimented on for quite many times, both on earth and after he managed to get off-planet. Every single time, he managed to break containment and escape, growing stronger, more monstrous and more detached with each repetition. Eventually, fear became resentment, fury was tempered into pride, hysteria gave way to focus, and old Pope mostly dissolved inside of the evolutionary engine that he became, relishing in hunting just as much as in being hunted. He ended up on the prison ship after a jolly good spree on a frontier Tulak colony, contained through being flattened by the efforts of several skilled geomancers dropping a massive boulderstone on top of him after catching him in the open. As usual, Nosher was intended to be handed over to whatever interested party would pay more for access to his phenomenal physiology. Funny how things turned out.[/hider]
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