Post by cotofconfusion on Dec 26, 2018 18:12:52 GMT -5
Gillium
Aliases: N/A
Affiliation: N/A
Species: Mutant Male
Birthplace: Cloneston?
Birthdate: 1298? (OSC)
Height: 7', 11" (2.41m)
Weight: 510lb (231kg)
SUMMARY
Heavy steps in the night, the ever-present smell of sweaty metal, and a visage to give Dough Man a run for his money. The deathly silent sounds of adrenaline auto-injectors and servos whirring like limbs of a mechanical tiger. A beast is haunting Cloneston, and it wants to fix your toaster.
APPEARANCE
HISTORY
Given no registration number, birth certificate, or any recorded history from Cloneston’s bureaucracy, it’s best assumed Gillium is from the undercity. Talking with the beast confirms this much, though any further inquiries will result in babblings too insane to be true, its history changing each time he spouts it.
Gillium’s existence was first recognized in 1298, When amateur footage captured the monster cooking half of a mutant. A small interest in the seven-foot tall monster arose, and merely a month later it was abducted by a group of well-outfitted mercenaries, evidently hired by a group of individuals in the entertainment industry on the top-plates. Weeks later it premiered on an underperforming television show, Redder, based on the age-old ritual of blood-sports. Given the stage-name ‘Gillium’, it appeared in shiny new armor, with new, offense-oriented implants.
Often put up against other monsters from the undercity, or even randoms off the street, Gillium made a name for himself, and the show, by ripping things in half. Ratings quadrupled, a short-lived line of Gillium action figures were sold, and Gillium officially became Gillium™. However, things were not meant to be for Redder, or its producer Ulion, and Gillium dealt with escaping the way he had dealt with everything else on Redder: tearing it apart. It’s still a small spectacle in television history today: never has viewership increased 300-fold over the course of ten minutes until Gillium turned his roid rage towards the studio.
Aliases: N/A
Affiliation: N/A
Species: Mutant Male
Birthplace: Cloneston?
Birthdate: 1298? (OSC)
Height: 7', 11" (2.41m)
Weight: 510lb (231kg)
SUMMARY
Heavy steps in the night, the ever-present smell of sweaty metal, and a visage to give Dough Man a run for his money. The deathly silent sounds of adrenaline auto-injectors and servos whirring like limbs of a mechanical tiger. A beast is haunting Cloneston, and it wants to fix your toaster.
APPEARANCE
At one-point Gillium could have been called sleek. The clash of flesh and metal conjoined themselves in such a way that each one complimented the other. Two of his legs, an arm and most of his chest are inscribed with tubing, metal, and armor, all of which had a smooth, glimmering finish matching the chemically-tanned peach skin that constituted his flesh-side. A glittering helmet- really more of an implant protector, screwed into his head, shielding its back, top, and sides from any stray bullet. All created with the aesthetics of an 8-foot tall barbarian from the undercity in mind, he looked straight out of a cybernetic Colosseum. It wasn’t hard to imagine him fighting lions, monsters, or mutants.
At one-point Gillium could have been called sleek. Now-a-days it’s all rusted. Chipped paint, old blood-stains, and bare exoskeleton mark its current limbs. Discolored flesh, half way between dead and infected, mark the border between metal and skin. Surgical scars, and, less precise scars line its body, often times noticeable, tag him as a person who’s seen a lot of fighting.
Gillium has a backpack. Multiple, really. Dozens, honestly. Containing anything from food to work tools, Gillium hauls his life on his back. Gillium’s arm acts as a multi-tool. Screwdriver, knife, drill, grenade launcher
BEHAVIORIt’s always a question of why with oddities such as Gillium. Why is it crazy? Why does it like fixing things? Why does it exist? These questions go unanswered by all those but Gillium itself. And though answers they are, logical they are far from.
Gillium is a bit bonkers in the head. And not clone crazy either, it is quite intelligent at times, especially when fixing things. Its crazy digs a bit deeper, into the more metallic parts of Gillium’s brain. Dyslexia, anti-social personality disorder, some form of cyber-dementia and cyber-hallucinations muddle Gillium’s mind. It often speaks in tongues, talks to visions, and maintains a level of psychosis that seems impossible. This seems to be due to some faulty wiring in its head-implants. It also seems to be something Gillium is quite sensitive about. Touching, or coming close to touching has led to premature ends for many.
Just when Gillium seems at his limit, about to pass out dead from the cyber-trauma, fixing something becomes the cure. A way to stave off the inevitable pain of death. The clarity of searching the data-banks of his head for the right solution, and applying that solution has become an urge Gillium must fulfill. Luckily, Gillium’s amazing at it. It can reassemble a thirty-year-old drone, de-rust and re-paint it in a day, all before dinner. It doesn’t do it for the money, or the fame, but as a necessity to live another day.
GOALS- Fixin' Things
HISTORY
Given no registration number, birth certificate, or any recorded history from Cloneston’s bureaucracy, it’s best assumed Gillium is from the undercity. Talking with the beast confirms this much, though any further inquiries will result in babblings too insane to be true, its history changing each time he spouts it.
Gillium’s existence was first recognized in 1298, When amateur footage captured the monster cooking half of a mutant. A small interest in the seven-foot tall monster arose, and merely a month later it was abducted by a group of well-outfitted mercenaries, evidently hired by a group of individuals in the entertainment industry on the top-plates. Weeks later it premiered on an underperforming television show, Redder, based on the age-old ritual of blood-sports. Given the stage-name ‘Gillium’, it appeared in shiny new armor, with new, offense-oriented implants.
Often put up against other monsters from the undercity, or even randoms off the street, Gillium made a name for himself, and the show, by ripping things in half. Ratings quadrupled, a short-lived line of Gillium action figures were sold, and Gillium officially became Gillium™. However, things were not meant to be for Redder, or its producer Ulion, and Gillium dealt with escaping the way he had dealt with everything else on Redder: tearing it apart. It’s still a small spectacle in television history today: never has viewership increased 300-fold over the course of ten minutes until Gillium turned his roid rage towards the studio.
Just before the events of the Cross-Cloneston Rampage, Gillium has calmed down, and returned to what it calls its true calling in life, fixing things. Previously it went door to door, plate to plate, as a travelling technician. That was, of course, until it weaseled its way into Jimmy’s world on Raffemaster Plate. Now it spends its time fixing the things that need to be fixed.
After the events of the Cross-Cloneston Rampage, Gillium had disappeared into the city once again, presumably continuing his job as a traveling mechanic and technician.
