Scapindex

Name: Scapindex

Nicknames: Scap, Masked Kid, Smoothie Kid

Age: 16. Or maybe 17. Did his birthday pass already...?

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Species: appears human. It's complicated.

Hair color: white with areas of dark teal-gray

Eye color: sectoral heterochromia (desaturated teal/yellow) separated by a line of bright blue. Glows blue in the dark or from the mask.

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- Origins - 

"My name? I dunno. But people call me Scapindex, and that's good enough for me. Yes, I do have a face. I didn't always wear a mask..."

His past life, he didn't recall very well. It didn't upset him much - he knew he must've been in a terrible place to have finally been brought to Katanorias. Two months he was cared for under Aultiver's watch. Nearing the end of that time, under threat of being scrapped, he desperately sought a way to pull his weight at the lab, to prove he was useful and not needlessly taking up space and resources.

It was almost too close for comfort, and the stress of the ordeal still haunts him to this day.

Zyklare was the one who spared him from being scrapped. Paranoid of being considered "useless" again, Scap allowed himself no breaks, no days off. His health deteriorated over the span of three months, and still he pushed through, telling no one, disregarding the fact that no one ever got sick in Katanorias.

Rumors floated around that Zyklare had a new project, a new focus - with no longer any use for Scap. That all these physical ailments were a result of the Visors trying to get rid of him, conspiring to poison him.

He was half-wrong.

When he ran into the lab that day to confront Zyklare and confirm his worst fears, he unwittingly burst in on the very project that Zyklare had secretly been working on. That new project, destabilized and out of control, attacked him. Sliced lines down his face with claws that could pierce the fabric of reality. It would've been a terrible way to go.

The temporal Visor could not let both of his precious projects destroy themselves. He had a plan all along; this only served to rush the results. Scap's life force, having endured months of surreptitious testing, was found to be much stronger than the average being. Sharing that life force would stabilize the dimensional disaster, save his own life and that of the drakon.

He was perfect for this role. No one else could do it, no other option could save them both. Was he willing to go through with it? His life would never be his own in the same way again.

"... Permission granted. Let me be a lifeline."

- More about Scap - 

Likes smoothies, people-watching, and seeming more intimidating than he really is. Partial to puzzles and strategy games. He isn't difficult to strike up a conversation with. It's a different matter to catch him with his mask off.

Dislikes feeling sick, being exposed to radiation without his own knowledge, people keeping secrets from him especially if they're about him. Those three are all tied to That One Incident. He also will not take his mask off around strangers.

Desperate to be useful and needed. Though his soul-bound buddy was not allowed to meet him, or even know of his existence, it didn't matter that he wasn't appreciated in the personal sense. He knew he had a purpose, and that purpose was to keep this drakon alive. 

Emotionally-guarded empath. He conceals his expression behind a mask, making it difficult for people to read him. Behind that mask is a face so open and communicative, sensitive to the thoughts and opinions of others. As a result of this vulnerability, he becomes defensive in the face of criticism.

Accustomed to solitude, yet fearing abandonment. After the incident, he was kept confined to a certain set of rooms as he recovered. But there were always people watching over him, always the presence of his now-and-onwards soul-roommate. To be left entirely to his own devices, disconnected from people... that would be a nightmare.

Nearly two years of lab-confinement has primed him for new scenery, some fresh air. Hopefully his social skills haven't gotten too rusty. (The same can't be said about his joints.) After the mini-fiasco trying to track down Paiko, he decided the Paperverse wouldn't be a bad place to start.

Besides, he needs some way to pay the Adventurer's Guild back for the room and board (and blender). Wonder if there are any job openings?