Koth-Rogath

Physical Description:
He is a mass of writhing, hairy tendrils, a grotesque half-ton of undulating hairy tentacles that moves with an eerie grace, despite his bulk. His primary means of perceiving the world is through touch, using fine, elongated antennae that extend from his body. His auditory senses are acute, allowing him to hear the faintest disturbances in the air around him, while a rudimentary form of echolocation gives him a vague awareness of his environment. He "sees" the shape of rooms, the mass of objects, and the density of creatures. Color is practically unknown concept to him though he understands concept of light and different frequencies of radio waves and is able to use equipment that can detect that. To communicate, he relies on a tactile form of writing akin to Braille, and he can interfaces with technology designed for his species.

Personality:
He is a being of intellect, a "star engineer" whose mind is a labyrinth of vast scientific knowledge and boundless curiosity. He views the universe through a lens of cold calculation, with a touch of god complex. Other forms of life, primitive and fragile, often appear beneath his notice, yet he is not malevolent. His divine complex manifests as a dismissive attitude toward those he considers lesser, though his interest in intelligent species can occasionally override his aloofness. The intricacies of organized warfare are foreign to him, not through lack of ability, but through lack of necessity. Conflict in his civilization is thing of the distant past, but he can look up vast electronic libraries and learn what needs to be done should the need arises.

Though seemingly detached, he is far from defenseless. His mass of sinewy muscle, combined with the near-imperviousness of his flesh and his rapid regenerative abilities, makes him a terror in close quarters. His intellect is his greatest weapon—capable of harnessing technology, scavenging and designing weapons that can be laughably ineffective or grotesquely overpowered (basically he can just as easy show up to a gunfight with a crossbow, or with a robotized nuclear artillery division, but figuring out which one would be more appropriate at given situation, is not guaranteed). Trough cold scientific detachment he can tolerate significant pain and overall he is much more of a being of mind than that of a flesh. On the open however, he is rather slow and has limited perception range.

Background:
He abandoned the myriad of hyper advanced and structured words of his species eons ago, traveling for many cold centuries to another galaxy, taking with him a fleet of machines designed to aid in the construction of a Dyson sphere—a divine structure to harness the energy of a star. His goal was not merely exploration but the bending of the cosmos to his will. However, a catastrophic incident involving a rogue AI led to the loss of his entire fleet. All that remains is a solitary ship, a relic of his former power, adrift among the stars.

Now, he navigates through uncharted space, seeking knowledge, resources, the remnants of his fleet, or a place to call home and sentient species to meet, make friends with or vivisect, for science. The cosmos is his laboratory, and though he is diminished, his ambition remains as vast and boundless as the dark void between the stars.