Kemmeht

Bio

• Basic Info

  • Name: Kemmeht
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: KingofHaddock
  • Race: Biomechanical Human
  • Residence: The Outerworld
  • Age: Unknown
  • Origin: Claims to be an Earthling
  • Height: 5'11
  • Weight: 180lbs

• Biography

  Biomechanical. An egregious almagation of Human flesh and organic vessels of jet black that protrude outside the figure's pale skin, completed by an insatiable curiousity to wander the world that lies beyond the mundane horizons of mortal folk. His gleaming, obsidian eyes flicker in the vivid Outerworld like the stalking gaze of a spider -- the bright colours of the false sky smother Kemmeht's iridescent body like a sunset ray glinting upon the shell of a desert beetle. His elongated crown morphing into a shining vertical bulge, hidden by the dark complexion of his shell. A Knight from a twisted future; a wanderer of an equally twisted realm, from where abstract entities that reside in the collective nightmares of sentient thought are brought to life.
  
  Just what is this creature of patchwork flesh and living wire? Why is he drawn to the bowels of this evil Nivarna..?
  
  Kemmeht's origins are unknown, his past long forgotten, and whomever he once was cast to the sands of time. The only thing now clear is that the Biomechanoid was once a person or entity that had been cast into a nebulous gate into the primordial Outerworld, the testing ground of an uncaring, unliving Demiurge simply referred to as the Void. His prolonged exposure to this place had warped him, siphoning from his conscience everything that made him Human. His memory, emotions and even his name were irreversibly scattered. Kemmeht's body became mishappen by the realm, his body became a conduit for wild flickers once housed in the bodies of living creatures beyond the galaxy. They manifested themselves as protrusions in and out of the wanderer's body, until eventually solidifying as a strange, living shell that buldged with amethyst vessels. Though he shares himself with these unwelcome auguments, they are mindless, and provoke no thought from Kemmeht's own abstract mind.
  
  But living pipes and ridged, iridescent plate were not the only augumentations reluctantly gifted to Kemmeht. Exposure to the waking Hell had gifted him an iron will. Despair had once eroded his psyche ages ago -- He had been remade as a result. The relevation that a primordial, unintelligent spirit presided as a divine being that sustained itself upon the memories of the newly dead like the hub of reincarnation did not shake the creature called Kemmeht, who himself claims to have once been Human, if only by grace of his similar features.
  
  For years Kemmeht has resided in this living centre of the universe, a partitioned world where despair and ecstacy no longer have meaning -- where dull minds are awakened and meangre mortal successes are replaced by insane, unnatainable gambles for power. Kemmeht was never the only entity to intrude upon this playground of demigods; he certainly won't be the last.