Lieu: Dungeons
Santé : Faim. Sur le point d'obtenir un bras cassé et la bouche endommagée
Actions: Dégâts graves pour le disjoncteur mondial. S'endommager en cours d'exécution.
Ça devenait mauvais, ça prendrait du temps pour que les gardes passent à travers les décombres, mais ça n'aurait pas d'importance. La voix de l'esprit était une fuite majeure sur 9, en fait il a été surpris que cela ait fonctionné du tout puisqu'il n'était même pas un praetorien. Dire qu'il était fier de lui-même serait un euphémisme, mais qui fut bientôt anéanti par l'arrivée d'un grand guerrier. La nouvelle arrivée allait être un énorme problème, il a prouvé sa force en brisant l'épée de la poitrine de toile et puis sa durabilité en balayant la magie avec un rire. L'homme n'arrêtait pas d'avancer, mais son armure n'était pas sans fautes.
La magie pointue de l'oreille avait retiré un petit morceau d'armure de l'équation. A l'origine, il ne pouvait pas rêver de passer par l'armure, il n'avait tout simplement pas les talons spécialisés pour le perçage et il n'était pas assez vieux pour devenir praetorien. Cependant, avec l'ajout d'un petit trou, 9 a eu la chance de le traverser. En regardant jusqu'à ses mains, il savait qu'il ne pouvait pas faire ça avec celui qu'il avait dans les bras, il l'a doucement posé et a dit: «Je m'excuse, mais vous devrez vous reposer ici un moment. Je reviens bientôt." Cependant, il n'était pas aussi sûr de cela qu'il l'espérait.
Avec un grognement, 9 ont activé les glandes surrénales d'urgence situées autour de son corps. Alors que la force du liquide inondait son corps, 9 il lâcha un puissant rugissement et se chargea. Plus rapide qu'il ne l'avait jamais été avant, il s'est écrasé dans le grand homme et a plongé son talon profondément dans le trou. Malheureusement, ça n'a pas été aussi profond que prévu, seulement quelques centimètres dans sa poitrine. En prenant son marteau, l'homme l'a claqué dans le talon. Encore une fois, et encore jusqu'à ce qu'il s'en aille enfin. La douleur était immense, la souche a explosé avec les feux de synapses exposées. En retournant, 9 il a fait descendre sa tête sur l'homme à plusieurs reprises jusqu'à ce qu'elle éclate.
Maintenant, il était temps que son véritable plan aboutisse. En invoquant sa bile, 9 l'homme a vomi. La bile acide a coulé sur son visage exposé tout en voyageant dans son armure. Sauvagement, l'homme s'est recroquevillé, cette fois-ci en se connectant à 9 visages. Il a sorti plusieurs dents, il s'est arrêté. L'adrénaline s'était épuisée et il sentait maintenant toute la force de la douleur dans laquelle il était. De retour à la fourmilière, 9 l'ont ramassée dans ses bras encore une fois en disant faiblement : "Voyez la fourmilière... en arrière avant que vous le sachiez." Espérons que les autres ont profité des dégâts qu'il a causés pour affaiblir l'homme.
Character Name: The number "9" has been branded to his forehead. Its a bad memory but its the only name he has known.
Species: Vavatonem
Species description:
Entry #12, The Vavatonem
The Vavatonem are a recent discovery, found in the deepest jungles outside of Eblistan. The creatures are unique in their ability to adapt their bodies to new environments quickly and efficiently. Completing in a month what evolution would take hundreds of years to accomplish. For now not much is known about them, however they are intelligent and can be incredibly dangerous. It was originally thought that they were little more than simple but advanced animals. However as more knowledge was gained, researchers found them to be highly intelligent and shockingly sentient. The creatures do not speak like one would normally think. Instead they seem to have some form of telepathy, speaking in a simple sentences. Of course they have their own language that has so far eluded any understanding.
Here is what I have discovered of their anatomy:
-There doesn't seem to be a difference between genders, if any. Perhaps they are hermaphroditic? Further research pending.
-From what I've seen of their lifespan they seem to mature in stages. Egg, Hatchling, Pupa, Adult. The time between these stages is unknown.
-Adults seem to average at about 8 to 9 feet tall, minus the head crest.
-They are tough bastards, seen arrows bounce off their shells. They also seem to have a regeneration ability.
-All the adults seem to have two sets of arms, the top pair are a nasty set of claws that could cut through a horse in a single swing. Honest, I saw it. The second pair seems to be actual arms, some of them are claws while others are dexterous hands.
-The most fascinating thing about the Vavatonem is their ability to cocoon themselves and adapt to new environments. I've seen some all pale skin and no eyes but covered in bioluminescent patches.
For now they are a friendly, kind race but as news of these creatures reach Eblistan I fear that others will come with less than pure intentions for these beings. Hunters and slavers would find much joy in taking these creatures on. I hope they can live on in peace.
Alistair Qrow, Scholar
Gender: Technically is both genders, but telepathic voice sounds masculine.
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Strengths
-Strength, easily lift 200 lbs. with one hand.
-Natural armor, tough hide. Most arrows won't have enough power to puncture their hides, much less their chitin plates but crossbows definitely could.
-Adaptation, that saying of "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" definitely applies to 9. Can become resistant to something but never completely invulnerable to it.
-Regeneration, heals fairly quickly. a cut that would take a normal man a couple days would heal in an hour or two.
-Natural weapons, the claws on the top pair of arms are extremely sharp and could easily cut through the thickest of flesh. Could puncture cheaply made plate but moderate to high quality stuff is a no no.
-Telepathy, talks only to the people he wants to.
-People sense, is a good judge of character.
-Link, can telepathically link with ONE person that he trusts very much. Will automatically know where that person is, how well they are, and what they are thinking. Take that what you will.
-Leap, can leap twenty feet forward with a running start.
weaknesses
-Monstrous visage, not the prettiest creature on the block. Looks like a thing that would crawl out of your nightmares.
-Big, while it does add to strength, 9's size keeps him from entering most doors and makes him a large target.
-Easily manipulated, Has no concept of lying and takes everything you tell him as truth.
-Attention magnet, lets face it. Nobody is going to miss the giant monster.
-Psychic weakness, those who posses strong magic of the mind could easily dominate 9's will.
-Fear of fire, terrified of the stuff. May have something to do with his brand.
-Cocoon time, it takes at least 12 hours in the cocoon to make any useful anatomy changes.
-Cannot wear armor, unless his current armor or skin gets damaged it will not get stronger.
-Does not use weapons, cannot use weapons outside of the ones he was born with.
-Slavers, attacks on site. Will also grow very agitated at the sight of whips and branding irons.
-Scientists, fears them even more than fire.
-Acid, prevents regeneration.
Background: 9 was an average Vavatonem, he spent his time hunting and playing with the others. One day he was men came and captured him and many of his friends. They group was then taken to a camp and 9 was introduced with the brand. The pain was unimaginable and when he kept thrashing around, the bad men introduced him to the whip. Ever since then he has had a hate for the men who hurt others, the brand and whip ingrained in his mind as instruments of pain. However they weren't the worst thing at the camp, no that honor belonged to the pointy eared man. He would cut his friends open and do things to them that they couldn't heal from. He pleaded with pointy ears, they all did, to stop. He either didn't here them or just didn't care.
At the end of it only 9 remained. The pointy eared one said "I need fresh meat for my experiments, do with this thing what you want." and so they took him to Eblistan to be put in a zoo or to be sold as a pet.
Appearance:

Average for his race, 9 is 8'6 and 672 pounds of muscle, sinew, and bone. While his eyes can take any color they are usually a dark, solid blue unless in battle in which it turns red.
Reason for Detainment: While setting up a deal for his purchase, the hunters paid the guard to store him in the dungeons. If he were to break out, what would be the loss of a few criminals?