M43N4
Professor M43N4 (a.k.a. Maena)
An artificial academic from the Steelgate mage tower. A well known savant within the the area of technology and magitek. More then slightly eccentric, they recently dropped everything to start travelling for reasons unknown.
Physical Description
Body Features
A clearly mechanical body, capable of turning fuel into energy.
No ears under the hair.
The gaint hands that are used for lifting and fighting.
They also have a pair of small arms for tasks that require these.
Facial Features
Slightly glowing purple eyes that have a clearly inhuman touch to them.
A pair of fang-like markings under the eyes.
Identifying Characteristics
Gaint pair of hands.
Clearly different construction from normal steamborn.
Apparel & Accessories
A fine cloak given by father.
Mental characteristics
Education
Highly educated within the areas of technology and magitek.
With a specifick focus on the new developing field of magitek where they are a major driving force.
Employment
Currently unemployed, used to be employed for lectures and research within the mage tower of Steelgate.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Prototype magical rifle that showed great results so far.
Creation of a magical battery, expensive to create.
Proving the viability of seamless intergration of technology and magic.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Finding where their father has dissapeared to.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes their father.
Likes groll grant when he is being helpful in research and not raving about the beauty of the voices.
Dislikes groll grant when he is raving about the voices he hears.
Dislikes people that ignore clearly logical conclusions to instead make up their own.
Personality Quirks
Commonly talks in an overly blunt manner which can offend people.
Social
Family Ties
The Trasmar Family
Relationships
Character Location
Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Professor
Lady/Lord Trasmar.
Age
26
Date of Birth
12th of the 3rd month 97PD
Birthplace
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Mansion of Archmage Elliot Trasmar
Gender
Genderless leaning Female doesn't really care
Eyes
Purple
Hair
Purple
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale/Metallic
Height
5 ft
Weight
273 lb
Awakening
12th of the 3rd month 97PD
I have been laying here for a while, more new knowledge is whispered to my mind as I continue to think about as many things as I can manage. A new experience so soon is both delightful and not as happy as it could be. The monotony of being left to my own thought getting to me, I know what it is like to move but I cannot do it. Boredom is the name of this new novel experience and such an interesting concept. The knowledge supplies to me that it means being bored, it doesn't help much but the added emotional imprint makes it quite clear that it is accurate to my current feeling.
And then the boredom was gone as my creator turns around screaming that it is finally all ready, as his attention turns to me he starts apologizing in rapid barely understandable gnomish. It seems that I wasn't supposed to lay here alone with my own thoughts for such a long time and should have instead been able to move immediately. I cannot understand why he apologizes, the concept itself makes sense but why do so to me. It has given me many new experiences to contemplate and a good amount of time to learn more about myself and set goals.
He encourages me to attempt to move, saying that it should now be possible. As I do so, the knowledge on how to do so coming naturally, I feel my furnace heart light up as the steam courses through what equates to my veins. So many sensations occur as I attempt to move that my mind freezes, I am now sitting my knowledge supplies. It doesn't truly matter, I am enamored with this feeling of physical freedom. Shock seems to be the word closest to what I am currently experiencing. It could be called body shock I suppose, the shock of going from just a mind to a mind with a body that has physical inputs seems to be enough to completely overwhelm the mind. I wonder if flesh and blood being experience this, from what the knowledge has it does not seem so. The light warmth, the feeling of air going past my limbs, or the air entering my boilers is all wonderous and mind-numbing. The understanding that I could go anywhere within this room, that I could pick up anything in the surrounding area............ Oh, it seems I have been like this longer than I thought creator, is inspecting me and asking me what is wrong with increasing concern. I swiftly explain that nothing is wrong and that the physical freedom caused me to zone out. The words form and I speak them and then it is body shock all over again, the ability to make such a wide variety of sounds from my sound unit only limited by the knowledge of languages I possess. The possibilities are unbelievably vast.............
Oh, it seems the creator has been calling me for a while now. It seems he wants me to lay down to inspect me because something seems wrong with the body, I try to explain but quickly enter body shock again...........
This might take a while.
My first memories.
11:59pm 11th of the 3rd month 97PD
Everything is bright, I know what this means but at the same time the thought seems so very foreign. What is bright? I understand it is a term to describe the level of light in an area, simply put it is a non numerative form of describing the lux level of the area. A man stands in the back of the room busying himself with all kinds of gizmos and levers. Even now I know these words, I understand what they mean, but I do not truly grasp these words. The feeling is alien and strange, and even then these words used to describe the way I feel about words in general are not truly my own. I can grasp the knowledge that this is supposed to be terrifying from the knowledge I hold, but what does that truly mean. I get an echo of a feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here, a sense of dread telling me to be anywhere but here. The feeling is dull, there is no true driving force except the knowledge of what it is. There is no instinct to it, another strange concept that I fully understand but cannot grasp.
This is getting nowhere, it is a spiral of constant confusion and disquieting thoughts. Thus I turn my attention to the man, a gnome. Creator the one that made me, the thought came in an instant and with it many meanings and concepts. What will they want of me, I do not know. Where for most other things the knowledge comes to me, when I think of a purpose there is nothing. Was I not created for a purpose? Is my existence simply a try at creating a being? When these thoughts spiral around my head, many what I believe are called emotions swirl with them. And then a warmth, not the one from my boiling heart but a warmth of the mind. Unlike the others this one feels clearly foreign, I can separate it as being other. And then comes understanding, it is my creator's feelings towards me. A warmth that is freely given and so overpowering, a care for my being and existence and all that I may achieve or even fail to achieve.
That is all directed at me from my creator, but what is me? What is I, I understand the concepts in their grammatical sense but not what they truly mean. An instant later I know that it is a question that many have thought about and none have truly answered. Thus I declare within this tumultuous head of mine a goal, a simple desire. I wish to self-determine. It is something my creator will seemingly freely allow me to do. With this first true personal desire comes a heady feeling, it is addicting and intoxicating to know that I can already freely indulge in my desire of self-determination.
If this is simply my first moment of true consciousness, what other new feelings and desires will I gain. It is a thought that if I was of flesh and blood would most likely make me salivate. Ah existence and sentients is truly a matchless gift, and freedom of self a matchless wonder.
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