'The most important fact of the situation is that you are here now,' Ferrer spoke up, his tail swishing to and fro as he pondered his next sentence. 'Whatever it is that you plan to do here, whether you call it a second chance, an afterlife, reincarnation, it makes little matter; I try to keep things peaceful here. I do not like fighting, I do not like the person I am when I fight. I would like, if possible, to get along with you all.'
He turned to Roy. 'It remains a mystery to me how Roy and I get along sometimes, but we manage well enough.' He grinned, revealing an almost unsettlingly large amount of teeth.
Ferrer entered the examination room quietly, his face very guarded. He looked over the now awakened individuals, and heaved a sigh, his expression relaxing somewhat. He burped into his hand, having wolfed down the steak Cas had given him.
'Excuse me.' He spoke softly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation now taking place. He looked over the newcomers once more, taking note of their body language, their reactions to his entrance, and the ambient energies around each. He understood many of the emotions going through them, having experienced a lot of his own emotional turmoil throughout his lifetime on this planet, and more specifically this island.
His roving eye fell particularly hard on the pair of women who were somewhat entangled. Their energies had touched before, Ferrer could have seen the bond if they were sitting on opposite sides of the room. He chuckled softly. Their being together would hopefully help with their settling in. If, on the other hand they made trouble together...Ferrer looked a little deeper. After a moment, he concluded that he should be able to handle it. He took a seat, still mostly silent.
Ferrer hefted his warhammer and gave it a swing before returning it to his workbench. The balance was still off, and he'd been up a fair portion of the night attempting to rectify the problem. It was the tiniest margin, and he was so close to getting it right. Before he could set back to his work however, his ears perked up, picking up a commotion just on the edge of his hearing. With a sigh, he turned his back on his workspace and made his way out into the growing daylight.
The sound had come from the direction he himself had, some time ago. Despite his delvings, he'd not yet been able to work out the precise nature of the phenomena. It bothered him slightly, as much as his own existence did. He felt like a complete person, yet there were odd memories, ones that came from somewhere else. Felt like they belonged to someone else. Knowledge that was his, and yet...not. It mattered little. Shortly, he came to the small grey building where the most recent drifters had been taken.
'Morning. Let me know if you need any help, though first I just want to take some readings from these new arrivals...' Ferrer's right eye blazed bright in its socket, casting the scarring on his face into sharp relief. 'Hmm...'
Ferrer went on to spend the majority of the next days shouting at nobody in particular about erratic data.
Weight: 440lbs Height: 7.5ft Frame: Ferrer is tall and somewhere between thin and muscled, his body is incredibly matter-dense, so it’s very solid, and very heavy. The right-hand side of him is severely burned, leaving his skin exposed due to scarification, his entire right arm up to the shoulder is missing, replaced with a prosthetic powered by a combination of kinetic energy derived from the movement in the rest of his body and some ambient magic energy. His right eye is also artificial, however in this case it is entirely magical, the eyeball itself has no substance and Ferrer uses the space to hide a very small emergency bomb, which can be fired when he winks with his left eye. He dresses in simple, functional clothes of earthen tones, all treated to resist extreme heat. His outermost garment is a huge greatcoat, which conceals most of him, along with a stetson.
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Personality: Ferrer’s demeanour is generally calm, however when provoked, he can fly into terrible rages from which it can be impossible to remove him until it burns out of its own accord. He has an extreme dislike of cajolery, and prefers a clear conversation to insinuations.
Job: Ferrer is an artisan, he creates devices of varying types and sells them wherever he is able to. He also does research into the nature of the world around him.
Fighting Style: Ferrer fights heavily using weapons that create an area of effect, such as explosives, gases, concussive weapons and heavy armaments like hammers.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Hellfire Bomb - part technology, part magic, this bomb creates a massive blast that burns anything within its radius with flames that do not go out. Ferrer is immune to this. Sisyphus’ Hammer - tied to Ferrer’s berserker rage, the longer he wields this hammer, the heavier it gets. Pepperpot - this small hand cannon fires heavy, regular explosives. The magazines are larger on the inside. Red Right Hand - Ferrer’s right arm is capable of expelling gases of various kinds, including a flammable gas, which can be ignited to create a burning blade.
Gadgets: Clips for Pepperpot that can be used as remote mines, with a receiver for same. Small set of vibrating knives.
Armors/Outfits See above in general description.
Weight Class: Heavy
Awakening: Sphere of Needles - when Ferrer is able to activate this ability, anything that comes within a span of 26 feet of him experiences pain, which increases in intensity the closer they get to Ferrer.
Pros- Ferrer is analytical and swift thinking in battle, and is not above injuring himself for the sake of winning. He is also very open with people once he trusts them.
Cons- Ferrer's trust is hard earned, and once lost is even harder to regain, if it ever can be. His berserk rages will sometimes overpower all his reasoning.
Racial Strengths- Ferrer is abnormally resistant to damage, thanks to the density of his body and the power that flows through it, though he is mostly unable to tap the latter.
Racial Weaknesses- Blows to the forehead are particularly uncomfortable for Ferrer, and while he usually wears headgear to mitigate the worst of it, a blow to even this is enough to stun him for several seconds.
Background: Ferrer is a 'close mark' of Ferrer Seraph, one generated by the resonance of the world he finds himself in when his progenitor passed close by, metaphysically speaking. Since arriving, he has lived largely as a recluse, travelling as much as his body will allow him. In that time, he acquired the damage to his body, after the experimental prototype of the Hellfire Bomb failed. He found himself awakening to the care of Cassius and Monica, his body made mostly whole again by Monica's hard work. His work on the island encompassed many buildings, including a workshop and forge for himself, and a place to sort salvage washed up onto the island.
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