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The Mobius Strip Galaxy

Furcadia

Zeta

Played by Rigby

THE JOKER

NAME
"ZETA" MORENO
"Rango" - Ara; "Papi" - Alita
Dr. Aldo Moreno Lopez, b. 1938, El Paso TX; vanished 1975 near Yuma County, AZ

AGE
Appears somewhere around his early forties, by human standards.
Any uncertainty or hesitation when pressed appears less deliberate obfuscation and more that he simply doesn't want to know. He won't (willingly) disclose however long he's been wandering around as an android, what brought him to the galaxy, or what he was up to before that.

Those inclined to take him apart and who know what to look for would rightly come to suspect he's quite the old model - and not entirely of Alpha-make, even by the standards of the time of his arrival.

GENDER
Male

SPECIES
Human/Android
Reconstructed human, and largely passes as one (save for the eyes) - though the body has since seen great destruction, reconstruction, and modification...
Transhuman by means of destructive uploading - while he claims that he retains the human's memories, thoughts and general traits (one could argue 'consciousness' or 'soul') up until the point of separation and presumed death, the original is long, long gone.

ALIGNMENT
Chaotic Neutral
Generally more good tendencies than evil.

HEIGHT
6'2"

BUILD
A big solid guy, broad-shouldered, athletic and tall.
But there's an odd quiet deftness to how he moves, a an unhurried lightness that belies his size, a casual nonchalance in his bearing as he embodies the dichotomy of a scrappy giant.

SKIN
Light brown
The sort that moderately-to-deeply tans.

HAIR
Black. Thick. Curly.
He wears it relatively short, only enough to just cover his ears and encroach on halfway down his neck.

EYES
Green
Their natural color had been an amber-brown tempered with a muted gray, but his resurrection saw his eyes recast with a glowing, unnaturally acidic, neon hue - the most evident reminder of inhuman machinery at work, if one were to focus on them. Tinted shades (generally aviators) mildly alleviate the effect.

TATTOOS AND SCARS
None visible.
Last rebuilt 12/x018; Cecille Gadhavi (with his own schematics)

VOICE
A drawling, lackadaisical, gravelly growl.

SCENT
The faint hints of metallic artifice, the acrid ozone charge of the air after a storm. Traces of cardamom.
Frequently commingled with the leather of his jacket and the woody scents of his cigarettes. Rarely wears strong fragrances; one will know if he's cleaning up for something - or someone.

ORIENTATION AND STATUS
Demiromantic. Demi-pansexual. Engaged to Ara Liahice
Once he would've publicly scoffed - commitment? In his line of work?! Far too risky! But a secret well-kept for years has since been outed after Ara's kidnapping and disappearance...

OCCUPATION
New Haven Defense; Electrical Engineer and Developer.
Information broker. Mercenary.

TYPICALLY FOUND
New Haven, Tytonidias
Nikrusis (Specifically the Grand Chalice)
Alicanto / Kr̨o̷b͢e̢r̨os

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PERSONALITY
+ : Adventurous - Freethinking - Knowledgeable - Leisurely - Observant - Personable - Playful - Resourceful - Strong - Sympathetic
- : Cynical - Dissonant - Escapist - Faithless - Greedy - Misguided - Nihilistic - Resentful - Scheming - Unctuous
o : Casual - Chummy - Deceptive - Determined - Droll - Freewheeling - Idiosyncratic - Private - Questioning - Unhurried

It's the special flavor of roiling and conflicted nihilism borne from a faithful man unexpectedly dropped into a far-flung future and hundreds of light years away into a new body. Alpha and its ilk is the annihilation of self and the annihilation of God. Are these memories truly his, ought they be claimed - or are they borrowed or transferred, ought they belong to another Moreno, of another time? What, of his present mind, responses, thoughts, feelings, are truly his? His own existence threatens to imply that nothing else matters; what he does with this conclusion is his true test.

MANNERISMS AND OTHER NOTES
Cigarettes of all sorts are all but useless to him now, as are true nerves. The fidgeting and rolling seem habitual, leftover tics, rote imitation of what once was nervous or thoughtful expression. When unable to access any of these, he remains animated: he licks his lips, speaks and accentuates with his hands and tends to angle his head forward and stare from the tops of his eyes when making eye contact with others.

Tags others with nicknames and casual honorifics like 'brother,' 'partner,' etc. It's transparent and ingratiating, but he usually makes it work.

Periodically overcome and overwhelmed by waves of what appears to be a strange variety of Saint Elmo's Fire, traveling outwards in violent bursts from the center of his chest through his limbs and head. These instances are few and random, but appear debilitating.

And the odd quirk in which any of this can drop into an inorganic stillness at a moment's notice.

⇝ P H Y S I O L O G Y ▪ Zeta is a big guy in any incarnation, but string his frame and shape up on a strong, metallic endoskeleton and give it the means to support itself with any range of motion, and you get a being capable of inhuman strength and speed, a sturdy thing who's tough to knock down, whether it be physically or by ambient situations such as extreme temperatures and conditions.

The wrapping might - and often does - get wrecked after one adventure or another, but the endoskeleton and the mush of mechanical and biomechanical) components around it are made of stronger stuff.

He appears to function off of a combination of processing and converting organic foods, and inductive charging, sapping, storing and feeding off of surrounding electromagnetic fields. One employer has provided him a dedicated charging station for missions to lax and backwater planets.
⇝ L A N G U A G E ▪ A native speaker of English and Spanish and reader of far more from old Terra, he is also presently equipped with internal translation technology to parse through a variety of (known) spoken alien languages. Adaptation is unconscious and dependent on his company, and he's long since appeared to get over how utterly jarring of an aspect it should be - and it hasn't slowed down any propensity for nicknaming or tagging, whatsoever.

Telepathy appears to be lost on him - though whether this is by design and modification or a lack of it appears unclear. (Or if, like his voicemails, he just stubbornly refuses to answer).

⇝ R E S E A R C H E R ▪ And engineer. A considerable aspect of his former life, but far more than an indulgence in his present...

⇝ S C A N ▪ General observational capabilities comparable to those of most humanoids came standard, but Zeta has been subject to several augmentations that are notably after-market, including the ability to see and trace heat, energy and radiation signatures and levels and - if cataloged in any of the servers into which he's invaded - access to cursory information about the species and specimens before him.

A surprising hoarder of information for reasons he will divulge to very few, Zeta does not mind this development much, at all.
⇝ M A R K S M A N ▪ A loaded handgun found on him (and a dying and rather last-ditch insistence on firing it at encroaching drones) upon his impromptu arrival in a galaxy far, far away suggests that he was likely inclined to this before his rebirth - or perhaps simply paranoid. Or both.

This has only improved upon resurrection and with time, and Zeta is exceptionally skilled with any handheld gun or incendiary ranged weaponry. Currently, he carries a simple and small, utilitarian plasma pistol, but can be perhaps a bit too eager for other opportunities to collect and to fire.
⇝ ? ? ? ▪ "Figured you all were over it with the...space-travel thing. Nobody ever asked."

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