[HannahBug]

What's a Hazard Cat?

Hazard cats are felines that have been partially mixed with robotics. They have tails made of metal that are severed in the middle, but connected with some form of energy. A glass screen rests on their chests. This screen shows the cat's health with heartbeats or a glowing circle, but there are many other options besides these. The color always matches the cat's eyes. Some cats' screens are full of static. Beware, these are dangerous as they are rare. A small grate can be seen on both sides of the cats' bodies. They breathe through these grates, so it's impossible for it not to be there. What comes out of the grate differs from cat to cat. The most common is steam, uncommon is sound, which is accompanied by mist, and the hardest to find have goo seeping out between the bars. They have three eyes, but the one in the center of their forehead is almost always taped down or covered with a band-aid. It is said that this third eye allows them to paralyze their targets. The pupils are most commonly hollow in the center, but can be regular or slit. Large ears and eyes allow them to see clearly in all levels of light, even in pitch blackness. Their hearing is very advanced and they can hear sounds even higher than dogs can. Their legs are very long, like those of maned wolves, bringing them up to speeds of fifty miles per hour.

Woo, 50 ;D;
The next special one will be happy, trust me =w=
As hard as it will be for me, there will not be a runner up...Maybe...IDK, don't judge me
It's not very clear, but that's a little terrarium around it's neck
The spots are set on the layer setting 'burn'. They're the same color as the inner ear, but with lighter opacity.
The contest for this one is going to depend a lot on your ability to develop it as a character ;w;
Because I wanna keep it, but I caaaaan't, so I wanna see it go to a good home
There's no limits to words, art, extras, all that jazz
Ending July 15th

--A couple things to note about this Hazard Cat--
-It shows all signs of being dead (blank screen, empty grate, missing tail...)
-It's a PPS, meaning it will not grow up. It is frozen as a teenager.
-It's blind in its third eye, but it still works (how much is up to you)
-This cat's power in necromancy. Specifics are up to you.
-Shadows and light bend around it


--Your form must include these, please use it as a skeleton--

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Click on the above piece of art by iTmnt to go to my form.

[wonderwolf1]

man this is amazing, I can't wait to see what people come up with for them ^w^

[Cherryfreeze]

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res. so hard with the name dryx

[Paper.dragonflies]

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Azyr was running faster than he ever thought he could.
faster...
faster.
if he was caught that was it.
He kept running.
praying he would make it.
he ran past trees, and bushes, passed other hazards properties,
He couldn't get away.
he found a small cave opening that surely she couldn't fit in.
Once he was sure of his safety, he wept quietly.
this was it.
this was where he was to die.

υsєяηαмε:
shadow of angels.
ηαмε:
Azyr.
ɠєη∂εя:
Male
ρєяsσηαℓιтч:

"Azyr... you were born a mistake, and you will forever be a mistake." Azyr's mother spat. She was always like this.
Azyr learned to get used to it, and tried his best to avoid her...
especially on bad days.
He would get physically and verbally abused, but he didn't care.
At this point he was used to it.
He should've done a better job avoiding her if he didn't want to be yelled at.
Azyr went off to his room, as a tear silently fell from his face.
He was born with a birth defect.
He couldn't grow.
He was stuck like this forever.
Azyr's mother was so kind...
but as time went on...
and on...
and on...
and Azyr didn't grow one bit,
She would get frustrated a lot faster...
and eventually
she started taking her frustration out on Azyr.
And things only got worse for azyr when his sister kept growing without him...
The once younger sister, was now the big sister.
Then one day,as Azyr and his sister were playing, they were attacked by a bear.
It was an unusually large bear
and neither of them were strong enough to take it on.
Tears started forming in Azyr's eyes.
If he wasn't like this, he could have protected her.
he might have even saved her!
Azyr heard footsteps drawing near to him.
it was his mother.
Azyr, face burning with tears, Looked up at his mother.
She was looking down at him with such hate.
and then he closed his eyes.
He thought of his sister.
He thought of the times he'd carry her around on his back.
The charms they made for each other.
All the times they played together.
watching her slowly grow before his eyes.
whilest he, stayed there.
He opened his eyes just in time to see his mother jab his side.
a shooting pain hit Azyr's side.
he winced and tried getting up.
His legs were so sore, but he had to get up.
she was going to kill him!
and then like that, he took off, his mother, following close behind.
She was chasing him like prey.
Azyr was now sobbing.
he had a terrible stabbing pain in his legs now, as well.
He stumbled a little and as he did so,
his mother caught a hold of his tail, ripping the disconnected part off.
He shrieked at the top of his lungs.
He was so out of breath now.
Azyr was running faster than he ever thought he could.
faster...
faster.
if he was caught that was it.
He kept running.
praying he would make it.
he ran past trees, and bushes, passed other hazards properties,
He couldn't get away.
he found a small cave opening that surely she couldn't fit in.
Once he was sure of his safety, he wept quietly.
this was it.
this was it. this was where he was to die.
At least it would be a peaceful death...
He looked back at his right grate and realized it wasn't working.
he was going to die.
Whether it was from internal bleeding,
or from lack of oxygen,
He was dead any second.
He looked over to his other grate.
"oh god no." he breathed.
The goo wasn't coming out.
"i'm... dying.
This is death.
This is it."
He grabbed the charm off the part of his tail that wasn't roughly removed.
this charm...
It was all he had left of his sister.
he held it close to his face, and sobbed.
His health screen then busted open with his internal goo.
and everything went black.

Azyr wakes up hours later...
maybe even days later.
"̫̗̱W̴-̟̱͈͉̗̻W̨̥͓̞̥͎ͅhat̺͔̼̜̰͍͍?͈͔͇̠͞... ͈̫W̳̤̜ͅḥ̦͍ͅat͚̞̳͝ ͈am͓͍̼ͅ I̲͇͙̠̙̻̥?́!̵̼̪̰̮͓̮"

He looked around and saw a white sprite.
He remembered telling his sister stories about the sprites.
The sprite just smiled.. it was a sad, wistful smile though.
Could it even talk?
As the sprite moved closer, Azyr noticed the charm on it's tail.
It was identical to his.
The sprite took the form of another, taller hazard cat.
"but it couldn't be..." Azyr thought
"S-"
The sprite put a paw to Azyr's mouth.
forcing a smile, as a tear rolled down her face.
"I'm so sorry." she said.
"s-sorry?! you have nothing to ap̜͡o̗l̵̩̪̟o̬̲͚̺͇̱̝͟gi͓̭̖z͍̰̗͙͎e for! It's-It's m̦y͓̰̣͉̘͈ f͔̫̝͓͟a̟̣̻̪͎̼̞u̻̥͉̫͔̲l̦̤̖͇t!̛̻"
Azyr blurted out.
The sprite then hugged Azyr, as she slowly deteriorated.
"wh- I.. are you...? n̞͞o̘!̞̖̞̼̳ please! don't leave me! I͖̭̩̝̻͔.̘͔̣͕̞̘.̠́.̵̤ ͈̣͍̣Į ̫n̴̤e̗e͇d̠̱̩̮̜̖ͅ ̹̩̝̪y̯̹̤̰͕ͅo͉͙̠̝̗̟̘u̷͔̙̫.͉̳̫͓̥̳"
The sprite that was once his sister kissed Azyr's forehead and gave him a necklace with a terrarium charm.
"this will help with the pain. but I wan't you to live. live the life we were to once share."
"I love you."
she said, just before permanently fading.

Azyr stood, lips trembling while tears flowed in rivers down his face.
He looked at the extent of the damage he had gotten.
the loss of oxygen caused his third eye to go partially blind, his vocal cords were scratched up real bad as well.
He clenched the necklace she had given him in his paw and processed what had happened.
but.. how?
how could he have seen her?
Could it have been.... his power.
It had never fully developed, and Azyr never thought it would.
but...
His eye was now partially blind.
Why on earth would his sister want him to keep living...
"Unless..." he thought
"She isn't gone...
and she's suffering...
like all these suffering voices I'm hearing."

And so Azyr spent years
trying to find a way to save her soul.
He had many brief encounters with her, and several times she urged him to just give up...
but he needed to do this.
and still plans to.
He can live with the voices.
He can live with the constant flickers of black and white.
Azyr knows it's a wild goosechase. but he needs to do this.
He could never... well.. die, thinking he killed his sister.


I̸̭̼̺ ̝̖̲ẃ͕̫̱̣̯̰o̝̩̥̟̹̮̫͝n̮͈̱̙̖̕ͅd̢̪̘e̬͎r҉̟͕ ͇̘̗̻̤̜̮͡w̧h͈͍͎͡e̴̼͉̞͎͇̯n ̷̠̙th͏̮̫͍̫͖̬i̞̜̪͔̫̳̞ş̰̳̤ ̜̳̹͚̫s̘͇̞̮t̬̟͡o̖̼̹͞ry͉͖͔͖ ͕̮w̲͎͠i͍l͘l͙̬̙̲͓͟ ͙̝̳̹e̪͕͜ͅņ͚̳d̰̹̟͝.͎̼̦̞̭͍.͚̬̀.̗̬̘̫̻͔?̛

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`̸̧̨̛͌͆ͩͧ͊̃̑ͣͦ̒̍̈̔ͯ̆҉̣̪͇̦̭̠̺͙̘̝͇̣ͅ`̷͇͚̗̤̣̬͉̀ͤ̆̎ͧͧͪͣ̒ͬ̃ͬ̑́`̸̧͆̎ͨ̇̄̄̈̓ͣ̎҉̫̹̤͎͖̞̦͖ͅ`͕͓̠̰͉̙̲͎͑̃̓ͦͣ̔ͨ̿͋̓̌͆ͦͧ͊͋̈́̽͘̕ͅ`̭̦̻̼̥̬̝̝̓̈͂́ͤͪ̆͑̊̾͌ͤ̂͆̚͜͞ͅ`̢̡̯͔̠̪̩̪͖͖̞̘̼̳̭̱̥͎͉̪͉ͫ̿͋̇̈́̏̏̐ͯ͋͒̉̈́̀͜͡`̝̰̼̣̥̫͇͖͖̰̹̯̼ͮ̉ͦ̍̃͌ͮ̓ͣ̔̈ͣ͌̏͟`͈̫̪̬̣̺̣̙̦̪͚͙̭̰̺͉͚̭̮̋͗̎ͯͫ̇ͩͩ̓ͣ̄̇̄̽ͯ̚͢`̸̟̝̥̣̻̬̜̔ͦ̅ͨͪ̄̉ͯ́̏ͦ̇̕͢`̷̴̿̂̒̿ͥͦ͆̆͒͗͐ͦ̄̅ͦ̒ͤ͟͏̦͖̗̥̖͈̥̞̹̱̺͉̮̬ͅ`̧̥̦͇͓͚̻͔͇͔̖͔̣̻̝̯̥̹̪̒̽̒̑̈ͭ̓ͩ̚͘͜͠͝`̶̸̨̺͙̰͈͙͍̤͌ͦͭ̂̊`̸̸̧̣̠̟̭̳̹͙̦͇̩̜̜̲̫̍̽̉ͦͧ̐͆ͭ͟`̠͎̤͈̲̞͍͎̭̣̩̠͔̺̬͊ͣͭ͑̂ͬͩ̓́̈́͐ͤ̎̾̄ͣͣ̀̕`̷͇̙͖̖̤̟̖̭̥̪̺̐ͤ̇̋̐̇ͯ̎̄̀̂͜`̡͍͎̦̙̗̗ͭͣ́̉ͨ̓̇̍͆̿ͥ̀ͭ̏͠`̸̶ͫ͆̍ͬ͊̑͛͐͑̃ͩ͛͞҉̦͉̻̞`̨̧̞̺̟̘̮̭̩͓̓͂̄ͭ͢`̴̧̬͈̻̭͇̺̞͔͚̜̰̰͇̂̆ͤͮͦ̄̎̇́̚ͅ`̸̸̧̺͕̰̟̹̆̏̉͂ͪͧ̊ͣ͗͋ͮ͆̑ͧͩͣ̚͞`̸̴̧̪̘̥̤̥͚̜͇͔͍̲̥̱̲̗͉̣͖̓̽̀͌̇̀͝`̸͔̯͖̱̟̗͔̤͍̭͇̏̈́̈͋́̚ͅ`ͦͨ̾ͩ̾͊̽ͦͣ̿̓҉̷̲͍̭`ͯ́̾͋̌ͮ҉͢͠͝҉͓̜̖͙̘͎̞̖̝̱͓̦̞̻̰̣͇̞`̹̙̖̦̞̮̩̙͔̠̱͔̝͈̣̭̺̙̊̍ͤ̏̄̉̂̑̈̏̋́`̛̼͖͈̳̩̩͈̻͖͈̗̜̮̙̅̿ͫ́͋̊̓͠͝ͅͅ`̸̨̧͎̣̞̮͇̦̱̮̥͇̯̮͖̙̻̤̉ͤͭ̆̒̉ͦͫ͆̿͜͠`̵̨͇͙̝̙̓̋̆̅̈́̐ͩ̐͋ͅ`̷̨̼͕̠̬̰̙̺̜̥̏̄ͭ͗͂̏̀͟`̦̩̳̳̩̥̲̲̹͉̥͕̭̬̲̾ͯ̋͂̈́͢͢ͅ`̸̬͔̲̺̲͓͔͈̫̎̉̀ͩ̿ͭ̉̒̈́̕`̋ͫͭ̓̓̈́̽̿̓͊̽̑ͪ̃͌̅̅̇̀́͟͠͏̮̺̟̟̭̳̜̙̼̬ͅͅ`̡̤̼̖̗̥̙̰̗̩̝̫͇͙͈ͫ̄͒̈ͮ̉̒ͮ͌͛͊́̚̚̚ͅ`͙͖̼̯̤̰̪̲̖̖͕͊̊̓̀͐ͥͮ̾̄̔̄̑͌̚̚͠`̧̯̮̳͖̯͓͚̖ͧͣ͑ͯ̇̇̿̈́̃ͦ̂̔̂̃ͨ̈ͦ̀͡͝`̷̡͕̖͍̳͆͛͋̊̐̅̚͜`̷̴̨̡̤͚̥̹͙̳̭̟̮̘̩͇̮̒ͧͤ̆͊̿͐̎̆̍̒̄ͣ̄ͦͧ̾̀͜ͅ`̸ͨ̊ͤ̆͜͏̻̭͙͖̬͖̠̮̲̫̗̭̙`̴̛̤͇̟͍̜͎̤̯̮̱̣͕͓̙͚̪̙̈͂ͫͦ̇͋̅ͤ̓͋̇͗ͩ̏ͬ̔ͨ̀̚`ͥ̈́͗̈́̇̽̊͐̔̎ͤ̀͂̆͏̶̫͖̞͉̖͈̣̜͝`͈̘͇͍̮͈̯͚͇̮̬̘͇̼̞̹̊ͣ͂̓̊̉̍ͧͥ͛̐̏ͨ̚͟͡͝͡`̈͛̃ͫ͢҉͙̤͔̮͉̻̟̼͖̫͓̻`̶̢̳̤̰̩̳̳͚̬͋̋̑̔͗͐ͥ́̀̕͠`̧̥̠̺̟͚͖̗̙̥͚̖̖̟͂ͬ͒ͣ̑ͩͭ̃ͧ̽͒̽̑ͥ́̚͞͝ͅ`̸͙̠̟̖͉͚̒ͩ͂͊̍͂̏̀`̎͆ͦ̈̅̿͌ͩͮ̋̍̉̋ͭ̓ͤ̌ͭ̎̕͟҉̶̘̖̪̦͖̳̲͎̺̭̮̗͙̲̰͉̟͝ͅ



`̴̷̡̧̦͇͔̖̲̱̥̲͙͔͈̻̟̯ͭ̔̇̔ͦͮͥ̉̆̅ͩ̐̿͐̉́̃ͧ̚`̡̢̡̲͓̫͈̗̝͚̘̐̓ͫ̓̎̉̿̌͞`̨̛̛̞̹̦͇͓̠̣͍̩̗̗̯̥̻̞̝͓͉ͮ͌͆͗̅ͫͪͨ͆̅̐̐̂ͣ͡ͅ`̳͚̖̥͔̼̹͙ͦ̆̽ͨ͆͘͢͠͞`̸̷̡̠̗͓̰̜̞̪̰̰̝̩ͩͣͮ̓̌͆̀̀ͅͅ`̵̧̢͉̹̲̠̠̠͔̘̬̦̘͌͛̆̉ͦ͒̓͋͟ͅ`̵̨̛̰̱̭̣͍̦̬̜̠̝̬̖̣̟ͣ̆͒̅̍̀͡ͅ`͛ͯͨ̇̋҉̸̱̘̰̫͇̬̳̥̦̤̻͔̯͇̹͉̟͎͘͝`̵̐̈́̿̆͐̾̀ͤͦ̆̅͊̃̓ͮ̋҉͎̝̫͓͟`̴̺̦̪̯̺̳̟̭̬͇̣ͭͫ̃̚͢`̸̧̨̛͌͆ͩͧ͊̃̑ͣͦ̒̍̈̔ͯ̆҉̣̪͇̦̭̠̺͙̘̝͇̣ͅ`̷͇͚̗̤̣̬͉̀ͤ̆̎ͧͧͪͣ̒ͬ̃ͬ̑́`̸̧͆̎ͨ̇̄̄̈̓ͣ̎҉̫̹̤͎͖̞̦͖ͅ`͕͓̠̰͉̙̲͎͑̃̓ͦͣ̔ͨ̿͋̓̌͆ͦͧ͊͋̈́̽͘̕ͅ`̭̦̻̼̥̬̝̝̓̈͂́ͤͪ̆͑̊̾͌ͤ̂͆̚͜͞ͅ`̢̡̯͔̠̪̩̪͖͖̞̘̼̳̭̱̥͎͉̪͉ͫ̿͋̇̈́̏̏̐ͯ͋͒̉̈́̀͜͡`̝̰̼̣̥̫͇͖͖̰̹̯̼ͮ̉ͦ̍̃͌ͮ̓ͣ̔̈ͣ͌̏͟`͈̫̪̬̣̺̣̙̦̪͚͙̭̰̺͉͚̭̮̋͗̎ͯͫ̇ͩͩ̓ͣ̄̇̄̽ͯ̚͢`̸̟̝̥̣̻̬̜̔ͦ̅ͨͪ̄̉ͯ́̏ͦ̇̕͢`̷̴̿̂̒̿ͥͦ͆̆͒͗͐ͦ̄̅ͦ̒ͤ͟͏̦͖̗̥̖͈̥̞̹̱̺͉̮̬ͅ`̧̥̦͇͓͚̻͔͇͔̖͔̣̻̝̯̥̹̪̒̽̒̑̈ͭ̓ͩ̚͘͜͠͝`̶̸̨̺͙̰͈͙͍̤͌ͦͭ̂̊`̸̸̧̣̠̟̭̳̹͙̦͇̩̜̜̲̫̍̽̉ͦͧ̐͆ͭ͟`̠͎̤͈̲̞͍͎̭̣̩̠͔̺̬͊ͣͭ͑̂ͬͩ̓́̈́͐ͤ̎̾̄ͣͣ̀̕`̷͇̙͖̖̤̟̖̭̥̪̺̐ͤ̇̋̐̇ͯ̎̄̀̂͜`̡͍͎̦̙̗̗ͭͣ́̉ͨ̓̇̍͆̿ͥ̀ͭ̏͠`̸̶ͫ͆̍ͬ͊̑͛͐͑̃ͩ͛͞҉̦͉̻̞`̨̧̞̺̟̘̮̭̩͓̓͂̄ͭ͢`̴̧̬͈̻̭͇̺̞͔͚̜̰̰͇̂̆ͤͮͦ̄̎̇́̚ͅ`̸̸̧̺͕̰̟̹̆̏̉͂ͪͧ̊ͣ͗͋ͮ͆̑ͧͩͣ̚͞`̸̴̧̪̘̥̤̥͚̜͇͔͍̲̥̱̲̗͉̣͖̓̽̀͌̇̀͝`̸͔̯͖̱̟̗͔̤͍̭͇̏̈́̈͋́̚ͅ`ͦͨ̾ͩ̾͊̽ͦͣ̿̓҉̷̲͍̭`ͯ́̾͋̌ͮ҉͢͠͝҉͓̜̖͙̘͎̞̖̝̱͓̦̞̻̰̣͇̞`̹̙̖̦̞̮̩̙͔̠̱͔̝͈̣̭̺̙̊̍ͤ̏̄̉̂̑̈̏̋́`̛̼͖͈̳̩̩͈̻͖͈̗̜̮̙̅̿ͫ́͋̊̓͠͝ͅͅ`̸̨̧͎̣̞̮͇̦̱̮̥͇̯̮͖̙̻̤̉ͤͭ̆̒̉ͦͫ͆̿͜͠`̵̨͇͙̝̙̓̋̆̅̈́̐ͩ̐͋ͅ`̷̨̼͕̠̬̰̙̺̜̥̏̄ͭ͗͂̏̀͟`̦̩̳̳̩̥̲̲̹͉̥͕̭̬̲̾ͯ̋͂̈́͢͢ͅ`̸̬͔̲̺̲͓͔͈̫̎̉̀ͩ̿ͭ̉̒̈́̕`̋ͫͭ̓̓̈́̽̿̓͊̽̑ͪ̃͌̅̅̇̀́͟͠͏̮̺̟̟̭̳̜̙̼̬ͅͅ`̡̤̼̖̗̥̙̰̗̩̝̫͇͙͈ͫ̄͒̈ͮ̉̒ͮ͌͛͊́̚̚̚ͅ`͙͖̼̯̤̰̪̲̖̖͕͊̊̓̀͐ͥͮ̾̄̔̄̑͌̚̚͠`̧̯̮̳͖̯͓͚̖ͧͣ͑ͯ̇̇̿̈́̃ͦ̂̔̂̃ͨ̈ͦ̀͡͝`̷̡͕̖͍̳͆͛͋̊̐̅̚͜`̷̴̨̡̤͚̥̹͙̳̭̟̮̘̩͇̮̒ͧͤ̆͊̿͐̎̆̍̒̄ͣ̄ͦͧ̾̀͜ͅ`̸ͨ̊ͤ̆͜͏̻̭͙͖̬͖̠̮̲̫̗̭̙`̴̛̤͇̟͍̜͎̤̯̮̱̣͕͓̙͚̪̙̈͂ͫͦ̇͋̅ͤ̓͋̇͗ͩ̏ͬ̔ͨ̀̚`ͥ̈́͗̈́̇̽̊͐̔̎ͤ̀͂̆͏̶̫͖̞͉̖͈̣̜͝`͈̘͇͍̮͈̯͚͇̮̬̘͇̼̞̹̊ͣ͂̓̊̉̍ͧͥ͛̐̏ͨ̚͟͡͝͡`̈͛̃ͫ͢҉͙̤͔̮͉̻̟̼͖̫͓̻`̶̢̳̤̰̩̳̳͚̬͋̋̑̔͗͐ͥ́̀̕͠`̧̥̠̺̟͚͖̗̙̥͚̖̖̟͂ͬ͒ͣ̑ͩͭ̃ͧ̽͒̽̑ͥ́̚͞͝ͅ`̸͙̠̟̖͉͚̒ͩ͂͊̍͂̏̀`̎͆ͦ̈̅̿͌ͩͮ̋̍̉̋ͭ̓ͤ̌ͭ̎̕͟҉̶̘̖̪̦͖̳̲͎̺̭̮̗͙̲̰͉̟͝ͅ

wip
sorry for so many words, aaheheh >u<''

[reilly]

//HEAVY
BREATHING

I'm not going to try out, but this is just the best thing ever.

[Novi]

Username: paige.
Name: Deimos
Gender: Male
Personality: insane - work off of this

Reserved with the name Deimos. Please do not copy anything from my form.

[Snowseph]

Username: Snow!
Name: Hecate
Gender: Female
Personality:

reserved. expect a very large form eve

[rem sleep]

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[Thunder.]

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[i<3 wolves678]

Username:i<3 wolves678
Name:shadow
Gender:male
Personality:depressed, secretive and loses his temper very easily.

S-s-s h a d o w ' s S-s-s t o r y
As a kitten, shadow was rejected by his parents because of the blind eye he was born with, he was abandoned in a dark city, filled with dangerous creatures. He made a living off scraps of food and lived in terror every day. One day he was chased by a creature that completely destroyed him. he was left, lying, lifeless and limp. He died that day, but life gave him a second chance. With new found powers, he spoke to the spirits and now spends the rest of his life searching for his missing components.