Pariah
From Axalon RPG
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Basic Info
- Created by: Agent Rasp, Tarantulas
- Boards Active: Predacon Base
- Name: Pariah
- Faction: Predacon
- Type: Fuzor
- Beast Mode: Spider-stinkbug
- Size: Small, 5ft
- Gender: Male
- Primary Function: Mad Scientist
- Secondary Function: Ship Engineer
- Tertiary Function: Field Medic
- Rank: Chief Engineer of the Kismet(former)
- Theme Song: The White Stripes - St James Infirmary Blues
Statistics
- Strength: 4
- Stamina: 6
- Speed: 8
- Skill: 10
- Aim: 6
- Firepower: 10
- Intelligence: 10
- Discipline: 6
- Luck: 3
Skills
- Science (Biology, Chemistry)
- Technical (All)
- Medicine (General, Anatomy)
- Computer Programming/Hacking
- Flight, Assisted (can hover briefly in beast mode)
- Melee Weapon (Scalpel, Blunt Implement)
Physical Description
Beast Mode
A spider/stinkbug fuzor. Pariah has, for starters, two body sections (head and abdomen), four spinnerets, two gas glands, three pairs of wings, and a wing case with a biohazard symbol on the outside. He has fourteen legs, seven on each side, eight facing down and six facing up, so he can walk on his back if need be; two sets of four eyes, one set on top of his head, the other on the bottom; two sets of large, scything mandibles, powerful papillae and hypersensitive antennae hang from his broad, flattened head. His coloration is entirely brown and black, except for his biohazard symbol, which is vividly green. Confused? Then just thing of the biggest, ugliest, most revoltingly awful bug you’ve ever seen, and you might have a decent mental picture of Pariah.
Robot Mode
Prism need not be looking over his shoulder - there won’t be any competition on the beauty front here. Pariah is squat, deformed, bowlegged and hunchbacked. His chassis is a mix of glistening chitin and metal encrusted with organic debris. His color scheme is primarily green, black and extremely tarnished silver. His chest boasts a broad gash of a mouth, with jagged silicon teeth and a long, rust-mottled tongue. He has no separate head or neck. Instead, his face is set directly on his ungainly torso. Opaque white eyes, the size and shape of headlights, sit on his moldering shoulders, which sprout an additional fourteen arthropod legs. His robotic limbs (two arms, two legs) bristle with different items, each in its own slot. The left arm is reserved for weapons, the right for diagnostics, and the legs are covered from the knee down in assorted tools in slots and on magnets. His beast mode abdomen, meanwhile, opens into a classic butt-thruster, a la Inferno, except mounted higher on his back. In short, Pariah is excruciatingly ugly, and well aware of it. He has found ways of making it work to his advantage.
In both modes, he secretes a viscous, sticky substance that seems to migrate everywhere within ten feet of him when standing still for any length of time. For an idea of what Pariah’s voice sounds like, imagine Tim Curry at his most obnoxious- then imagine it six times worse. It’s deep, rolling, and aristocratically accented, with a gooey, burbling undertone. Pariah has all that going for him, as well as a laugh that sounds like a toilet backing up. He’s pure class, all the way.
Personality
Although he is the de facto engineer aboard, Pariah feels his true calling is biology. He truly has a passion for animals and the organic environment. Specifically, the part where you cut them open and look inside. He likes creatures screeching, squirming and alive while he examines them, or at least until he begins examining them.
He isn’t the type one loves to hate; he’s the kind one simply loathes. He likely reciprocates the feeling. He hates everyone and everything, thriving on the misery of others. This applies somewhat even to himself. Pariah utilizes unsubtle belching epithets and derisive sneering commentary to their best advantage. He mutters to himself constantly. Highly intelligent, he is condescending towards those he does not respect, i.e. practically everyone. He is also awash in filth and decaying matter, thriving on corruption and rot of both the body and a depraved mind. Why? Primus only knows, and in truth one really hopes He doesn’t. Better that Pariah is simply a malicious botch than accept the idea that the Divine has a plan even for one such as he.
As science officer of the Kismet, he specializes in computers and biochemistry, and his technical knowledge is unmatched. To spite his disliked comrades-in-arms, he often leaves work half-finished and causes accidents onboard the Kismet.
Of all the many persons Pariah has encountered in his lifetime, there is only one that he truly fears. That is his lord and master Mandate. It is hard to imagine what horrors he will get up to now, unchecked by whatever unnamed threat Mandate represented.
Weapons & Special Abilities
- Anathema- AKA “The Ugly Stick”. Perhaps derivative of the Swiss Army Knife, this weapon has multiple functions. It contains darts and can be used as a blowgun. It also holds several pointed implements (sharp bits of twisty metal) that are useful at close quarters, especially when the enemy is pinned. It is also quite heavy, useful as a bludgeon.
- Chemical mist- Pariah can create a cloud of reeking fog used to conceal himself and distract enemies. It can also be pumped full of acids, alkalis, organic plague agents, toxic gases, and of course, his patent-pending cybervenoms.
- Cybervenoms- Cause paralysis, palsy, general illness and other variations.
- Webbing- Dull green-grey and sickeningly sticky.
- Cyberleeches: Not so much a weapon, Pariah controls legions of slimy leech drones that crawl all around his immediate vicinity, controlled by a mental link. They subsist on the energy drained from circuitry, engines and even Cybertronians. Frequently equipped with small tools, like drills or screwdrivers. They are capable of performing many routine maintenance tasks throughout the ship.
History
A survivor of the last, catastrophic battles of the Great War, Pariah came aboard the Kismet under mysterious circumstances, bypassing any real Predacon military training. He is believed to have operated as a hijacker of stasis pods in the Yekohashi sector, reprogramming protoforms as thieves - a kind of futuristic Fagin, if you will.
Mandate, being Mandate, tolerated his presence and deliberately incompetent work so long as the sections of the ship significant to him remain in order. Which they did, of course. Pariah was never so naïve as to risk the commander’s considerable wrath. Pariah set up his lab in what was formerly an engine room of sorts, before the ship’s engines were rerouted through another, more advanced system. The sizable old engine room has since been commandeered and converted into Pariah’s laboratory, where he conducts his ‘research’ into organic life.
He has been responsible for uncharacteristic acts of genius, from time to time - however, sabotage by various rivals has limited his success. Surprisingly, this is not mere paranoid rationalization on his part: commissar Malady, treacherous Aviak, PSP agent Lightspeed, Maximal Gigi, Dendrite, Daedalus, and countless others - all have sought to engineer the Chief Engineer’s downfall in one way or another. Though disliking Pariah is really the only honest reaction, if you think about it.
Among Pariah’s most impressive successes are his children: the aforementioned Cyberleeches, the semi-intelligent attack-and-custodial multi-drone Scullion, and his ‘apprentice’ and chosen heir, a young Frankenstein cobbled together from the spare parts of the fallen, activated with a stolen spark: Shazbot.
Shazbot
Male, Predacon, Ship Custodian and Apprentice to Pariah.
Cockroach beast warrior.
Shazbot is a dirty man who does dirty work, but dreams of something greater. As Pariah's ‘apprentice’, he considers Pariah the greatest scientific mind of ours or any time, despite mounting evidence to the contrary, and strives to be like him. At current Shaz serves as a janitor and general underling within the Kismet. Sycophant to a sycophant, a flunky’s flunky, he is a scraping, lecherous bug with foul hygiene, a generally paranoid and malevolent nature, and, all in all, the bearing of a village idiot. Assembled as one of Pariah’s twisted science experiments, powered by the spark of a fallen soldier of the Enclave, Shazbot’s calling seems to be acting as someone else’s dupe. And that is how he likes it.
- Quote: "You think you getta waaay with that? I'll tell Pariah on yooou!"
- Skills: Cleaning, Technology: Basic, Self-Repair, Espionage, Stealth, Flight: Winged.
- Statistics: Str6, Sta8, Spd9, Skl4, Aim3, Frp4, Int5, Dsp2, Luck6.
- Armament: chainsaw, shrapnel bombs, blowtorch, various cleaning/repair implements.
Other Known Acquaintances
- Clockwork. Designation: male Predacon pillbug scientist. Relation: colleague and rival. Status: no longer exists in present universe.
- Trauma. Designation: female Predacon albino bat medic. Relation: former assistant. Status: insane but functional.
- Scullion v1.0. Designation: modeless battle drone. Relation: Pariah’s masterpiece. Status: master code still in existence in Pariah's personal databanks.
Commanders’ Notes
Vigil, Executive Director of Project Reverie- “Our old dear good close friend and colleague Pariah? Why certainly, of course, without doubt, I knew him, how could I ever, ever forget...? I shall confess that his ideas were, how to put this delicately, unconventional, to say the very, the very least. He was an, mm, adequate worker, but prone to, to daydreaming. Absolutely. Yes. Yes. That’s it. And if I ever, ever, ever see him again I’ll tear him limb from limb from limb and try, my, hand at that new Betelgeusean acid torture technique they’ve been advertising. Now go, away.”
Mandate, Commander (and Acting Captain) of Predacon battlecruiser Kismet- “A thug with no honor, a thief of both body and mind, though at times useful. I should like to keep him close at hand. Make a note of it, lieutenant.”
Noted Quotes
“Eh, good enough for government work.”
“I laugh in the face of death and/or potential dismemberment! Bwuhfahahahahaaahukkk-ack! *coffcoff*”
“Say, been any disasters, cataclysms, debacles, tragedies, upheavals, usurpations, catastrophic losses of life, imminent armageddon- you know, that style of thing- which I should be made aware of? Because I could use a good rise.”
“Oh, are you going now? So soon? Oh well then, don’t let the door shear off any major appendages on the way out. And do try not to get sucked out of any airlocks. Also, might want to avoid getting pulverized by any passing meteor showers. And while you’re at it, don’t get flung into that massive, superheated sphere of flaming gas up in the sky there... Because why that would be a crying shame, don’tcher know.”
“...And in case you can’t tell, I’m being sarcastic!”
“Toodle pipski, gentlemen!”
