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”BE NOT AFRAID. YET.”
-Name-
ME REMOVED
-Alias-
Chemaxzord
-Age-
22
-Mentor–
Flash
-Status–
Part-time
-Personality-
Aloof, High-strung, care-free
-Experience-
14 years
-Powers-
Malleable Physiology: The squishy bits of ME are capable of stretching, squishing and morphing into plant of general shape though anything complex is beyond his current capabilities.
Chemical Transmogrification: Objects coming into physical contact with Chemaxzord become putty in his living-putty hands. Like a gradual infection or radiation emitting from the physical touch of WE, the touched object’s chemical makeup can be slowly changed to WE’s will.
Mechanical host: The squishy bits that compose ME don’t have a skeleton and have trouble keeping together, let alone presentable on it’s own. Thanks to an ancient (and very much busted) Thangarian War-Droid that ME inhabits, keeping a more mobile form isn’t an issue and comes withe the boon of blocking blows from enemies and is pretty decent when lobbed at a foe.
-Weaknesses-
Temperature: Too hot and Chemazord’s insides begin to lose it’s ability to stay together and the gooey bits begin to ooze and have trouble keeping together. Too cold and the walking philosopher’s stone slimey bits begin to become rigid and run the risk of breaking off.
Slimey, not Slime: While ME appears to be a very viscous slime, he is more like a giant amoeba with a thick skin covered in mucus. As such he can probably take a bit more punishment than a human but nothing is going to pass through him harmlessly.
No Skeleton, Yo Problem: ME is more than capable of living and moving while not riding his mechanical steed but he will be much slower and much less capable, needing to divert a fair amount of effort just to stay together. Since arriving on Earth he’s been working on limiting his reliance on his mechanical body but the machine is like a crutch to little Timmy.
-Appearance-
The slimey bits of Chemaxzord constantly move and shuffle, oozing across the surface of it’s droid body and the metal body beneath is much the same. The metal body always seems to be just barely kept standing at any given movement. Overall the alien, metal body and all fluctuates between standing at 5’6” and 6’1”.
-BRIEF Bio-
Somewhere out in the dark nothingness that is space a flowing sea of green orbits a red sun, pulsating and flowing in a manner that looks anything but natural. In truth this planet’s surface is composed of a single, eternally contemplative entity that seemed to be stuck gaining enrichment from whatever space tossed it’s way. One of it’s many play things turned out to be an ancient ship with it’s sole droid occupant, long brought offline even before crash landing into the eldritch-esque beast.
The slimey beast, known only to itself as WE, poked and prodded the machinery in an effort to learn about it and bring some fun into it’s life. Much like an infinite amount of chimps with type writers, eventually WE punched in just the right combination of buttons and levers to reboot the somehow still functional ship and accidentally launching it back into the inky blackness of space though it now towed a severed ‘limb’ of WE which had been torn off after the doors shut.
The ship flew, drifted and knocked through the cosmos for eight years with little to no changes to it’s innards aside from the very slow healing of the still living limb, it’s random spams of movements eventually taking on more purpose as the years past. Retaining it’s progenitor’s curiosity, the limb would reach out and prod randomly at it’s environment, eventually bonding somewhat to the husk of the ship’s previous occupant to better move around the ship and provide itself some grounding. It’s curiosity eventually turned to knowledge and the once out of control ship was reined in by it’s new master and 21 years after it’s second voyage to the stars it was once more grounded on the planet Earth, leaving the removed shared of WE stranded and interacting with other life-forms for the first time.
-Notes-
* Met the Flash after the Justice League was called to look into an alien infection. Said infection was the ME unintentionally turning his surroundings to metal in an attempt to replicate his now destroyed home-ship.
* ME REMOVED was the the first thought ME can remember thinking, hence the origin of his name.
-SAMPLE POST-
“NEXT.” The alien called, rippling it’s membrane to call out the word. Behind the counter of the deli section at the local grocery store stood a mechanical man sporting an apron, gloves and a blob of what looked like snot from someone with the flu. Like everyone before, the next customer crept forward skeptically as the last customer quickly rushed away with their cut of meat.
“Hi… could I get 2- 300 grams of black for-“ “300 GRAMS OF BLACK FOREST IS COMING SOON.” the alien interrupted, grabbing the slab of meat and heading towards the saw. With very little grace, the slab of meat was slammed onto the machine and the alien began cutting away as another customer approached the line, letting out a yelp of surprise as her eyes landed on the alien’s visage, triggering all the tense onlooker in line to jump.
“I WILL BE HELP YOU IN A MOMENT MADAM. PLEASE GET THE LINE MADAM.” ME called over, extending his head up in the hopes of getting his voice to travel a little farther. This act caused some to leave the line, the oddity of the situation being too much for them. Another disruption from the tense calm came when the word ‘shoplifter’ was yelled across the store.
“ARE NOT ALL YOU SHOP LIFTER? WHY WITH EXCLAMATION DO THEY CALL?” ME asked the customers as he continued to sloppily slice.
“No. We’re not shop lifters.” the customer at the counter said defensively “a shoplifter is someone who steals and-“ “STEALS IS THIEVERY IS CRIMINAL! WE CLOSED FOR MOMENTS AND BEYOND. ME BE BACK IN LICKITY SPLIT.” ME called, leaving the meat on the slicer and clumsily vaulting (tossing) his body over (across) the counter and running for the front of the store. The customers were left mostly stunned but relived that the alien was gone. From somewhere further in the store’s attached deli, a normal looking human poked his head out with a bewildered look.
“Where’d the temp go?”
