Post by Gear on Jan 28, 2013 20:42:15 GMT -5
I.Z.O.R.
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...
"Life is a mystery which I'd love to solve, but have no intention of doing so. Without a little bit of mystery, life would be quite meaningless."
THE BASICS;;
NAME: I.Z.O.R
AGE: Questionable
SEX: Male
SPECIES: Lisnarian
HOMEWORLD: Lisnar
CODENAME: Gear
ALIASES: Izzie, Gears, Gear
AFFILIATION: Legionnaire
STATUS: Messing with and making things in the laboratories, taking care of the habitats... And enjoying himself while doing so...
CANON: Yes
PLAYBY: Post-Zero Hour I.Z.O.R.
THE GOOD STUFF;;
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Approximately five foot, eleven inches in hight, Gear is quite the imposing person when he isn't bent over a microscope, or measuring liquid out from some test tubes. His skin, when there aren't various wire and cables running out of it, is a dark brown color with cold undertones to it. His lips seem to always be set in a pout, and the lines of his face can seem severe in certain light. He has pure white eyes with no pupils, and not a hair on his body, however he does have a tattooed streak of black down the center of the top of his forehead that people sometime mistake for hair, and something similar to eyebrows tattooed on.
He can most often be found wearing a jumpsuit, designed specifically for his body. He wears it mostly because it allows for him to move comfortably, and allows him to use his abilities much easier. His outfit tends to either be solid white with black lines when he is just relaxing in the lab. His actual Legionnaire's uniform is bright yellow and dark blue, with the number ten on his left upper arm.
PERSONALITY:
For some reason, people always think of patience when it comes to Izzie. He is quite the quiet and watchful individual, a natural born listener instead of speaker, and always good in tight situations. He keeps a clear head constantly, which can be quite frustrating for those who try to get to him. However, this can make him very susceptible to jokes, since he doesn't exactly.. Get it. It causes him to pause for extended periods of time and try to figure out the joke, unfortunately some of these times being in the middle of things at times.
He can grow incredibly frustrated with people, especially if they are not quite as smart as he wishes them to be. He loathes repeating himself and he loathes dumbing down his words, but he does so anyways as a way of being polite to other people.
His enslavement at the Blackstar Juvenile Correctional Facility has caused to be often wary and distrustful of authority figures. Izzie doesn't act this way toward his friends, or those who are younger and about his age. Those younger than him, he normally treats as someone to mentored and watched over, possible something he still retains from being the security for Blackstar. Due to the way he was used, and how he saw the other juvenile's at Blackstar being treated, he is always on guard for foul play.
POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES:
Organic Machine- Being a Lisnarian, Izzie is a techno-organic being who can grow mechanical parts and hardware off of his body at will, interface with computers, and has exceptional skills with hardware. Often these parts are green or gunmetal blue in color, and look like wires, ports, and various other important technological equipment. This equipment comes out from his skin from designated areas, particularly his elbows, calves, upper back, head, and stomach, and folds in on itself in order for him to store it back into his body. However, the mechanical parts and hardware are like any part of his body, and can become injured much like he himself, if not much easier due to it being exposed. He also can become hurt or damaged if he tries to force himself to grow too many extensions of himself.
Legion Ring- Given to him upon becoming a Legionnaire, Izzie is given the ability to fly and also to communicate with fellow Legionnaire's through the ring.
WEAKNESSES:
Hydrophobic- Scared the hell out of his mind when water is involved, but only if forced to be submerged. He is fine with rain or a shower, but anything deeper than a centimeter bothers the heck out of him.
Overly Serious- Tends to be more serious than everyone else around him. It causes him to not understand jokes or even be able to force himself to make one up.
Computer Viruses- Computer viruses or firewalls cause him to become sick, worse than just a normal cold or virus (which he can still catch). In order to rid himself of the damaging effects of the virus, he has to purge his systems of the virus, and if the case is serious enough, with help from another. Symptoms from computer viruses can range from the following: compulsive stuttering, blank stare lasting more than ten seconds, bursts of irritation or happiness not normally associated with Gear, repeating himself (often times more than once), repeating a task even though he may have already finished it, and finally passing out.
Power Limits- Cannot produce too many wires or equipment since this causes a great strain on his body. If wires or equipment is damaged, it is like stabbing an open nerve, and is excruciatingly painful. He cannot hack every computer system thrown at him, and often times he could harm himself trying to do so, however these range few and often far between.
Magnetism- Due to being a techno-organic being, he is quite susceptible to magnetism. His mostly metal body, well, causes him to be drawn towards whatever has been magnetized. Once stuck onto whatever is magnetized, it almost impossible for him to escape without help.
GOALS: Aiding the Legionnaires in any way in their exploits, protecting the galaxy from people who would hurt the innocent, and further his scientific knowledge alongside Querl.
HISTORY:
Gear is an Lisnarian, and as all Lisnarians, was known for his ability to generate gadgets from his techno-organic body. Often times his kind are hired as living tools, as was also the same for Gear too. Gear was hired on by the bounty hunter Pernisius to be the systems manager at Blackstar Juvenile Correctional Facility.
But once he arrived, he found himself forced into a slave-like servitude by the prison master. During his stay, he planned carefully for a revolt, growing angry with the way the prison master treated the people there. Gear kept his plans for revolt a secret until he encountered Sensor, a Legionnaire who had been brought to the compound. They worked together, but their plan was discovered, and when Gear's internal mechanics were tampered with, it activated an escape program he had created which then released all the prisoners from the facility.
However, Gear was badly damaged and Sensor brought him to Brainiac 5 for repairs. During his visit at the Legion Outpost, Gear met most of the on-duty Legionnaires and slowly began to make friends with them, despite his often awkward way of interacting..
When the Legion was decimated by an attack by the Blight, the Legion's financier R. J. Brande recruited Gear to help him build Legion World. This ended up to be his greatest project, he himself spending hours research and perfecting everything about this great creation of his. This artificial planetoid served as the team's new headquarters, and brought much respect and pride to Gear. After this, Gear was regarded as a full-fledged Legionnaire.
THE NITTY-GRITTY;;
SCREENNAME: Ally
Time spent roleplaying: 7 years
Other Characters: Plasma
RP Sample:
Hands, with fingers of the long and elegant sort reached out to touch the grass beneath himself, his white eyes staring intently at the strange being growing beneath his feet. This was the earth based section of Legion world, he himself recreating many of these plants meticulously (since most were extinct) and adjusting everything to how it should be. This earth.. It was his Eden.
He gently tugged up a piece of grass, rolling it between his fingers, eyes filled with wonder and pride. He loved these beings, so quiet yet so beautiful. He saw more than the scientific aspect of these things, and understood why famous artists often painted pictures of the landscapes around them.
With a soft sigh, he let himself fall back into the grass and stare up at the gathering false grey clouds in the false blue sky. Then, a soft sprinkle of rain began, starting to soak through his clothes, and roll over his dark skin. The tattoo on his forehead gleamed with water, and he relaxed fully into the grass, caring not for his white outfit.
There was the soft patter of drops as the rain picked up slightly, soaking everything more fully. Gear stared with half-closed eyes up at the sky, watching raindrops as they travelled down. Then, with a soft whimsical smile on his face, his eyes slowly closed.
This was beautiful. This was peaceful. This was.. Eden. His greatest creation yet, land, water, and sky in perfect harmony. Here he was akin to god, and yet.. He wasn't. He couldn't force the plants to grow faster (Unless he radically changed their DNA) but he could provide them with all the necessary requirements for them to grow, or to die. However, he had fallen in love with each and every section he'd created, and would never harm them. They were his greatest creation and each were a piece of his body and soul.
