This is an old character that I never got to use, but quite liked. So I've repurposed him this. Hope that's alright :)

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[h3]Parmesan Camembert[/h3][h2][i]'Parma-Violet'[/i][/h2][/center]
[h3]Core Details[/h3][u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Parmesan 'Parma-Violet' Camembert
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u]380
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u]None, male presenting.
[b][u]Species:[/u][/b] Ro'om Ktaballyt
[h3]Species Details[/h3][u][b]Species Name:[/b][/u] Ro'om Ktaballyt
[u][b]Brief Overview:[/b][/u] Crystalline Colonial Entity that requires specific environmentals and therefore lives inside an environment suit, somewhat like a hermit crab. Their history, language, and culture have largely been erased in a tragic series of exploitative genocides.
[u][b]Details:[/b][/u][hider=Ro'om Ktaballyt]The Ro'om Ktaballyt are a species of Colonial organisms comprised of incredibly dense carbon crystals. Highly prized for their innate ability to grow clusters of valuable fuel-dense carbon crystal complexes. Not much is known about how they originally lived in the wild, or their original culture due to the fact that upon their discovery their culture and society were almost completely eradicated by megacorporations exploiting them as a source of fuel in massive concentration camps/farms. Due to the fact they in effect do not age, they can live for incredibly long periods of time and reproduce incredibly slowly. Due to this, it is unknown whether their race will ever be capable of recovering fully, if at all.

An incredibly interesting aspect of them is that on their home planet, the atmosphere consisted largely of noble gases. This meant carbon life struggled to evolve, instead being outmatched by silicon life. Therefore the sentience of the Ro'om Ktaballyt is far more comparable to an AI or other sentient computers. The evolutionary solution to the massive data quantities that were needed for silicon life to evolve in this manner was to use the unique and massive data-transferral properties of the carbon crystals.

The mixture of gas they breathe is called Bhduoi and holds a certain level of holiness in what little Ro'om Ktaballyt culture is still intact. If they do not have sufficient concentrations of Bhuduoi their mental capabilities will rapidly decline until the cessation of all mental activity whatsoever. Slow suffocation and effective lobotomization. The Bhuduoi also allows them to share information and communicate with other Ro'om Ktaballyt processing the same network of Bhduoi.

They do not possess any form of unique spoken or written language, instead, it was believed by historians that originally they would have communicated with each other via the Bhduoi. What little elements they do have of a spoken language were both largely wiped out and also believed to have been developed from loan words exclusively to communicate with a very low-class civilization of carbon life forms that had developed on their homeworld's moon. Now long extinct, almost nothing of them is known. 

Due to the Ro'om Ktaballyt's unique atmospheric needs, they require a special envirosuit to live in foreign atmospheres. They do not respire in the same way as carbon life forms so if envirosuit security is maintained the gas mix needs to be renewed only rarely. As a race, they are incredibly rare and those that still exist tend to keep their heads under the radar due to their incredible value, and the fact many do not consider them fully sentient (a dangerous and racist belief that is used by many to excuse their exploitation).[/hider]
[h3]Crew Skills & Equipment[/h3][u][b]Equipment & Augments:[/b][/u]
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[*]Specialist Armoured Ro'om Ktaballyt Envirosuit (itself very valuable)
[*]50,000cm[sup]3[/sup] of noble gas mixture.
[*]One 10mm ZM-AK 'Eclipse', an infamous cheap reliable handgun, designed as a cheaper replica of a Glock, chambered in 10mm ammunition. They pack a reasonable punch and are famed for their accuracy and ease of use.
[*]Parma-violet has modified a standard neural link unit to be compatible with his biology and has integrated it into his suit. Due to his unique sentience, he can utilize it incredibly effectively.
[*]Metal tobacco pipe.
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[u][b]Skills & Abilities:[/b][/u]
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[*] Large size and inhuman strength, however, he is not especially experienced in hand-to-hand combat. He can however sufficiently defend himself from the average desperado.
[*]Incredible feats of mental maths and cognitive abilities, believed to be innate to all Ro'om Ktaballyt.
[*]Functional immortality.
[*]Due to his age Parma-Violet is extremely knowledgeable in many subjects, as well as extremely experienced in piracy and the black market.
[*]Incredibly proficient hacker, especially when he is able to achieve a physical link with his target.
[*]Expert in a vast array of languages (whether he can physically produce the sounds or not), including a couple of languages now considered completely dead.
[*]Large amount of off-world criminal links, as well as quite a few on-world criminal links. With over 300 years to network, Parma-violet's mental black book is pretty vast.
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[h3]Crew Details[/h3]
[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u]
Parma-Violet himself is an unremarkable cluster of white/clear crystals in a cloudy gas. However, his envirosuit is a pale purple colour, humanoid, with three fingers on each hand. He stands around 6'8 and is set incredibly broad. His envirosuit is covered in graffiti of all kinds of nature and is draped in many different fabrics and pelts. Notably a shabby regal purple cloak. His suit has no temperature control unit, so he has to maintain his optimal functioning temperature manually. His slight has very slight scorch marks on his left thumb and index finger.

[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b]
Parma-Violet is an old soul, quite literally. And tends to keep a calm calculating head on at most times. He is (quite rightly) incredibly distrustful and wary of strangers. However, he has a soft spot for children and youths of any race. He is incredibly loyal to his friends and colleagues and is very happy to talk and offer some of his extensive knowledge or advice. 

Though hesitant to get into unnecessary confrontations, he is more than happy to do what it takes to survive. Whether that means defending himself or making a living. He is also incredibly wary of any form of authority that he is unfamiliar with, especially corporations or government. He is also fairly religious and incredibly protective of his remaining culture and spends his free time investigating what little evidence of his species is left and documenting it as extensively as he can. He is desperately searching for another of his species to reproduce with, given he believes he may be coming to the end of his life cycle.


[b][u]History:[/u][/b]
By his estimate the oldest living Ro'om Ktaballyt and though he does not know exactly how long they live, he estimates he is nearing the end, though how close he is he is not sure. 

When he was very young the exploitation of his planet began, and he and his community were promptly forced into a concentration camp to labour until they died of exhaustion. Fortunately for them, their camp was liberated in a slave revolt weeks after the occupation began. He and a collection of other Ro'om Ktaballyt were smuggled off the planet on pirate freighters. Hours later the liberated camps were eradicated by Vacuum bombs. Thus the true subjugation of the Ro'om Ktaballyt began. 

Parma-Violet was brought to an abandoned supply depot by his smugglers and left, as instructed. This is the location he and his community would be reunited, instead, he was left there, isolated. Left scavenging the small outpost for a means to repair the comms array so he could hail a freelance freighter. Eventually after 50 years a small smuggler ship landed to hide from some system authority ships. Upon which he made contact for the first time in decades, his common skills limited to what he'd learned from the remaining media upon the station. 

He proposed working for them in return for passage off the god-forsaken outpost. Since then he has worked for about 200 years gallivanting around and trying to find out the fate of others of his species. He has not dared return to his home planet, for fear either the grief or privateers would kill him.

As of half a decade, the crystalline bloke has settled on Tryliin as a wandering mercenary/gun-for-hire/handyman. Willing to do just about anything for the right price to make enough money to sustain himself in his search for knowledge.

[b][u]Quirk:[/u][/b]
Strangely enough, despite being an alien lifeform Parma appears to have taken quite the shine to Nicotine at some point in time, especially Tobacco. It appears to have different, strong effects on his kind. Including but not limited to improved motor skills, and at higher dosages hallucinogenic properties. He smokes via a specially-made filter port built into his face plate. He can often be found idly puffing on a kretek or happily puffing on his pipe.

[b][u]Turmoil:[/u][/b]
Parma-Violet is desperate to preserve his kind in some way and spends massive amounts of time doing exactly that. Additionally, though most know very little of the Ro'om Ktaballyt, those who do would be more than happy to butcher him and sell off his valuable envirosuit, crystalline body, and Bhduoi.
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