Ruban (pronounced Rooban/en):
Age- Very Old, but has been using his new body for 17 years.
Gender- Identifies himself as male. "... I believe I'd rather be called Frank than a Debbie."
Appearance-
Height varies from 5'2" to 6'7"
Looks like a bunch of cylindrical metal bars joined to metal spheres (nodes) vaguely
formed in the shape of a male human.
The only largely solid part of his body is his head.
His eyes are electric blue.
He weighs 250 lbs
(Note: Although he looks mechanical, he is not a robot. He is an entity with an indestructible body.)
Personality-
Doesn't like to kill, much prefers forcing submission or kos.
A decent, smart person, albeit a bit awkward at socializing.
Takes offense at being called a robot, but most often lets it slide.
Abilites-
Indestructible, but he can (and does) tire.
Can detach parts of his body. After 24 hours, the detached part(s) start dissolving,
completely disappearing after 8 days. He can still move the detached part.
Regenerative: his body regenerates incredibly quickly after detachment, but doing so
tires him. If he is decapitated, his body will regenerate from his head.
He can change his body's shape, taking on other forms/making weapons out of his
body.
(ex. Take the form of a lion, make hammer-shaped fists/sword arms, etc.)
Incredibly strong- can lift up to 17 metric tonnes.
Durable- Can barely take hits from bullets at speeds up to mach 3 without falling apart
Fast- Can reach speeds up to mach 1(max speed) in 60 seconds.
Overdrive mode- When at his prime (blue), Ruban can break his absorption limitation, dropping his surrounding temperature well below freezing and granting him 3x speed, 5x durability, 3x strength, and near-instant regeneration.
Heat-Eater- Ruban obtains his energy from absorbing heat at temperatures above 212*F.
Weaknesses-
Although he is incredibly durable, Ruban tends to auto-detach parts that are hit hard to
avoid being sent flying.
Doesn't really like running fast because he finds it hard to change directions at high
speeds.
The color of his nodes represents how tired he is. White- Overdrive mode. Blue- Prime; in peak condition. Green- Good. Yellow-
Tiring. Orange- Tired. Red- Exhausted. Black- Out. Gold- Resting/Recharging.
Ruban tires rather quickly (If he fights at maximum capacity, he'd last about 30 minutes.), and the longer he fights without resting, the faster his energy drains, so he tends to try to take brief moments to recompose himself in-battle.
Overdrive mode only lasts for 5 minutes, and he blacks out almost immediately afterwards. Also, once he activates this mode, he can't stop it and has to let it run its course. Ruban can't use this mode while in places with below-zero temperatures.
Ruban cannot absorb energy from temperatures at or below 212*F.
He is still susceptible to mind tricks and illusions.
Story-
Ruban was originally an AI for a spaceship ( the Nabur) before a ROB (Random Omnipotent Being), under Ruban's
request, gave Ruban a body. He travels with his "brother" EXC4 (or C4 or Exca), helping him help
his people find their way home.
Demo-
Ruban sighed as he browsed the 'net. Exca had told him earlier that day that he was
taking most of the money for some secret mission and wasn't going to be back for a while, so
Ruban was put in charge of re-earning bullets for supplies while Exca was gone. "Dammit, C4," he
grumbled to himself. Something caught his eye while he was browsing. A hologram of a krogan
had popped up.
"Looking for Money and a Fight? Punch Me!" it pointed to himself.
"Hmmm..." Ruban mused. "Meh, why not?" He lazily swiped his hand through the hologram.
"C'mon! You call that a punch?!" the hologram shouted at him.
"Huh." Ruban swung again, harder.
"I said punch, you idiot!" the krologram roared. "Stop slapping like a pansy!"
"Oh." Ruban gave the hologram a hard jab.
"Now we're talking," it rumbled, before exploding into pixely bits.
The bits reformed into an address. Ruban copied it down and headed out.
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"Full name?"
"Ruban Nurili."
"Your gladiator name?"
"Umm... Just use my first name."
"...Ok, you're good to go. Just head through there and take the first door to your left for your orientation."
"Thanks."
Ruban followed the recruiter's directions and discovered that the room he was supposed to be in was empty. He closed the door behind him.
"Hello?" he called out to no one in particular.
The wall in front of him fell away, revealing that he was on one side of a large domed arena.
There were a number of large marble slabs scattered throughout the battleground, with a large
empty area in the center. The surrounding walls looked like old concrete, encrusted with moss and
lichens. The ceiling was an opaque gray color. On the other side, he noticed someone else was in
here with him. Whoever it was, they were inside a very large, powerful-looking mech.
"Who're you?" The person on the other side called out. The voice was slightly distorted from the
speakers, but Ruban could make out that it was feminine.
"I'm Ruban," he replied. "Your opponent, I guess. And you are?"
A countdown timer appeared on the ceiling. They both turned to look at it. 3...2...1...
"Call me Matryoshka!" She replied just as the countdown hit zero.
A loud buzzer sounded. Matryoshka started firing a massive payload of missiles at Ruben. He
responded by extending his hands into a dome, protecting himself. Salvo after salvo pummeled
him, knocking off bits of his hand, which he quickly regenerated. The missiles stopped firing, and
for a moment, Ruban wondered if Matryoshka had run out. Then he felt a massive yank as
Matryoshka pried his hand-dome open. He tried to seal the breach as quickly as he could, but he
was too late. Everything went white.
*BOOM*
Matryoshka looked around at the scattered body parts, searching for something. She found it:
Ruban's head. She stomped it into the ground and removed her foot to see if it was
destroyed. Nothing was there, just a crater where the head was supposed to be. Something
blocked her visuals. Alarms started blaring out. *Legs, taking heavy damage. Body, taking heavy
damage. Arms, taking heavy damage.* She tried to eject, but the hatch was jammed. Resigned,
she activated the self-destruct sequence. Another explosion.
This time, Ruban's head went flying behind a slab. He quickly regenerated his body back. He
checked the color of his nodes. Orange. "Dammit," He muttered to himself. He peeked over the
slab to see how Matryoshka was doing. She emerged from the wreckage encased in another suit
of armor. "DAMMIT," he muttered again. She swiveled around and faced him. "DAMMIT!" She
charged at him. "Ok, this I can handle."
He ran, dodging and weaving through the slabs. He turned a sharp corner around a particularly
large slab. He formed one of his fists into a hammer and smashed it into her before she turned the
corner, sending her flying into the wall, where she crumpled in a heap. A movement caught the corner
of his eye. He jumped, just in time. It was Matryoshka again, now in a light, flexible suit of armor and
wielding a straight katana crackling with energy. Ruban extended his fingers into whip-like tendrils and
whipped them at her. She tried to cut through them, but failed. He tightly wrapped the tendrils around her,
trapping her. Her face turned red and she started gasping for air. He relaxed for a moment, but tightened them again
when she started struggling again.
"Hey, Matryoshka."
She looked at him.
"Do you give up?" She looked at herself, thought for a while, and nodded in resignation.
"I'm going to need you to declare that you surrender, alright?"
She huffed.
"Fine. I surrender."
A buzzer sounded, and they both looked up. The text flashed "WINNER: RUBAN!!!" and the doors
reopened. Ruban released Matryoshka and set her down. He approached her, hand extended.
"Good fight?"
She gave him a look. "You cost me two very expensive mechs."
Ruban stammered, "Oh man... uhh... Sorry 'bout that. I didn't really mean to do that."
"Of course you did, this was a fight, remember?" She cracked a smile. "And it was a damn good
fight, totally worth it." She headed towards the exit. "Another round, sometime?"
"Uhh... Yeah! See you again!" He waved at her as she left.
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"So how's it feel like, winnin' your first match?"
"It was pretty exhilarating."
"I know what ya mean, man. Anyways, here ya go, fifty b***es (5000 bullets)."
"... Um... do you have something I can use to get all this to the bank?"
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Ruban strolled out of the Arena with 4800 bullets and an overpriced cart.
Points- 0/1/0/0
Availability- *Passed out and lost. So... Not yet. :P*