Lucian Verdus

[Lucian Verdus]

Lucian Verdus

Mutant Name:He prefers "Lucian".

Age: Undisclosed, difficult if not impossible to determine. Around 25, guessing off of timescale.

Height: 5'6"

Eye Color:Glowing yellow, when lit.

Physical Appearance: Lucian would almost look like an aging old priest from a distance, though the large metallic cylinder on his back would be off-putting. The tube leads into a hole in the back of the hooded robe he wears, crudely dyed a fading red through which the original brown faintly shows, and a small symbol on the chest has been linked to the Catholic mendicant Servite Order. From other holes in his back, generally near the cylinder, protrude metallic circles with what looks like an aperture in the center, this aperture opening to reveal what resemble large metallic spider-legs.
Both of his arms are an ostensibly malleable metal bearing similar properties to iron. One is bulging with constructed muscles, ending in dangerous-looking metallic claws. An attachment that can come out of the palm holds a similar function to a shock prod, with levels of severity left to Lucian's discretion. Tubes and small wires come out of various places in the arm, usually going back in a short distance further. The other arm is smaller and thinner, with skinny, dexterous fingers that appear suited to the most precise of operations. Another attachment, similar to the large arm, coming out of the palm, holds the essential function of a soldering iron.
His face is likely the most disturbing visible physical aspect, his eyes replaced with two goggle-like lenses, held in place with rings of the same metal as his arms, that shine a bright yellow. Various patches of metal cover what little pale flesh is visible, the rest hidden by an ever-drawn hood, and his mouth is covered by a plate of metal, in which a number of small tubes and wires either enter or bisect, coming in either side, with three slits in the center from which an artificial voice, devoid of emotion, will emit when speech is required. As far as can be told, he is completely bald.
There were attempts, post-apprehension, to strip him of his robe, but it was found to be bound to him by some strange process. Analysis of the robe revealed a network of metals within the fabric, hinting towards cilia-like, immensely tiny wires emanating from his pores that have woven themselves into and reinforced the fabric, binding it to him.

Celebrity Face Claim: Some guy in a robe.

Strengths:

• Possesses the mind of a powerful computer processor, making him highly intelligent and immensely swift-thinking.
  
• Has a degree of swiftness when it is positively necessary, the spider-legs serving both as a means of transportation and as a means of combat.
  
• Adaptable to many (though not all) situations, given time for analysis.
  
• Immune to any attacks and effects on morale, emotion, or sanity.
  
• Significantly dampened, if entirely obliterated, sense of pain.
  
• Does not know mercy.
  

Weaknesses:

• Computer thought-processes make his course of actions limited, and he is unable to think abstractly or 'outside of the box'. Relies very heavily on his statistical calculations for certain decision.
  
• Limited ability to learn from situations, but able to apply certain gathered information to certain other situations. This, however, lacks moderation and certain illogical conclusions are drawn.
  
• Is the textbook definition of a sociopath, caring only for what he wants and will only make and maintain an allegiance for as long as it is useful to him.
  
• Unable to understand many motives behind certain actions, and has strong difficulty determining emotion. This will cause, occasionally, erroneous guesses as to the intent of a subject.
  
• Singular thought, along with the previously mentioned deletion of abstract thinking, heavily impedes, though does not wholly prevent, deviating from the goal, the exception to this strong reluctance being when the goal is either completed or seen as moot, and must change.
  
• Does not know mercy.
  

Random Abilities:(Cooking, cleaning, all that crap. At least six, do not list your mutation here)

• Repairing most technology.
  
• Computer programming/operating.
  
• Limited medical ability that essentially boils down to using his claws and soldering iron to fix grievous wounds with all of the safety and discretion of a World War I field medic.
  
• Interrogation.
  
• Mathematics, as one might guess.
  
• Dictionary/thesaurus/etymologist/spelling and grammar check/reminder of why computers aren't allowed to talk.
  

History:Very little is known about Lucian's history; his origins, nationality, and family have all lead to dead ends. The name "Lucian Verdus" has proven false, all possible checks having come up blank. No branch of the Servite Order has done anything more than plead ignorance or refuse to so much as speak on the matter. His existence came to light after a string of thefts occurring in a small town, specifically power tools, piping, wires (electrical, ethernet, and various others), and a number of computers. This correlated with rumors of someone living in a once-cozy cabin not too far into the woods outside of the town, a family having moved out of it a few years ago.

What the police sent over to the home found was no longer human.

The horrifying melding of flesh and machine offered limited resistance, resulting in the injury of a few officers, but the mechanical abomination promptly stopped after, so the officers guessed, 'thinking it over'. It seemed to know that capture was inevitable, and that larger and larger forces would only be sent if he took down a modest group of police. Finding the point moot, it went along with them, showing no sign of resentment, much less any other emotion.

It is, however, whispered among certain members of an obscure order of Servites located in California of one orphaned child raised in their order with a strange attraction to technology, as opposed to the piety he was raised among. He would have a strange attraction to it that most of the monks dismissed as curiosity, though they could never locate the handheld devices and other various pieces that would sometimes go missing.
As he grew into adulthood, he grew increasingly less interested in anything involving other human beings, and became a downright sociopath at a certain point. The knowledge of the Servites ends there, however, as, one morning, his room was found utterly empty after a particularly long period without emerging outside for anything, even food.
He spent the remainder of his days subtly traveling through the country. Slowly, through subtle acts of theft, he found himself slowly losing the need for sustenance, sleep and, eventually, emotion. Gradually, he became almost entirely machine, at which point he hid himself entirely in the cabin where he had made a semi-permanent residence and where he was eventually captured.

Mutation: Technological assimilation, by Lucian's own definition. He is able to 'assume' certain pieces of technology into his physiology, by some semi-lengthy process that he will, obsessively, only do so in the utmost privacy. Where he has attained the degree of technology he has on and in his body is unclear, but some speculation has suggested that most of it is very pedestrian pieces of technology that has been 'adapted' by his body into pieces not otherwise used publicly.
The more complex the technology, however, the less of it he can assume and the longer it takes. His first and only computer processor took him a little more than a day to wholly assume into him, but simpler things such as pipes and wires can take no more than an hour or two, and, fortuitously more modifiable, are simple enough to be assumed far more. Other technologies can take from three to twelve hours, on average, with a sliding scale of time depending on complexity.
Modification can happen during the process of assimilation, and is only as complex as present technology will allow. Once the computer processor and a few other simple computer technologies were assumed, the way opened for a large amount of new modifications, such as the spider-legs he now uses.

Report of Mutant Capture:
After he was walked into the holding cell by the police, the robed mockery of humanity turned promptly around, causing the officers to jump slightly in fear of another attack. It did not, however, move at all. The malicious yellow glow that once filled its eyes faded, leaving only the dull reflections of the officers staring back at them. Lucian had begun internal processes, diverting all power to achieving an understanding of the situation. He knew what happened to mutants, all mutants, that were not simply shot on sight. He would be taken to a facility, with the other mutants. To live out his life, if life it could be called, away from the remainder of the normal populace.
Attempts to escape were futile. He was one being. Superior as he believed himself to be, probability calculations were dismal, and he dared not defy such daunting numbers, as it assured destruction to do so. It would be best to wait, and observe the facility to which he would be taken.
There was an alert upon external sensors, and he diverted from his internal processes to observe. The motionless, statuesque being began to show signs of life, just as the gun-toting, armored men were turning to the police, one asking "Is this some kind of prank?" There was a whirring in the cylinder upon his back, and the audiovisual matrices promptly started up, evident by the yellow glow in his eyes returning.
The officers pointed back at the thing, which silently regarded the armored men. They roughly grabbed him and, as per set parameters, he did not offer any resistance, and only moved as to accommodate the men as they brought him out of the precinct.

[Mara Ackart]

Alright, looks good. One last nit pick and I'll stamp him. Gimme an age, we may not be able to determine it but you must know it.

[Mara Ackart]