Player: Funguloid

Character Name: Rudula Mancini

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Species: 1/2 Crocodile, 1/4 Snapping Turtle, 1/4 Cockatiel


Height/Weight: 6'5" 523 lbs

Social Status: Uniclass


Physical Description: The war machine everyone forgot. A great deal of his face, neck, and upper torso have been completely replaced by large metal plates and bulky cybernetics. Thermometers spin and lights flicker all over him, carefully monitoring his completely inorganic vital functions. The way his robotic left arm is built, it would be obvious to most it was built for either combat or heavy industrial use - either way, his body mods look extremely damn durable. Peculiarly, twin exhaust pipes stick straight up from behind his left shoulder.

His face is a lengthy snout, lined on all sides by jagged teeth and tipped at the front with a pointy, shovel-like beak. His bottom jaw is a large metal mandible with jagged teeth and a flat plate in the front, situated beneath his scratched and battered beak, where small horizontal lights act to illustrate the volume of his synthesized voice, which is a deep, vibrating tone that basically sounds like the voice of death. The left side of his head is covered with more cybernetics, slightly movable armored plates, and various sound and vision sensors. The rest of his face is crocodile shaped, with a kind of gaunt expression to his bulky features and a nearly bored look to his eyes. White-orange feathers stick up from the center of his head, forming a mohawk which he sometimes folds back along his head. Feathers of the same color jut out from his organic cheek and eyebrow, and appear at random all down his arm and legs.

Rudula walks with a constant, you might say permanent slouch beneath an immense, jagged turtle shell attached to his back. He's nearly as wide as he is tall, the way his dense bone structure and massive muscles make him bulge out at all angles. He has an immensely muscular build most body builders would cringe at, but you couldn't exactly call him "ripped". The thick scaly hide covering him, as well as gratuitous amount of fat, just adds to his bulky look. His skin is primarily a dark green with lighter greenish-tan blobs along his mouth and stomach, splotched all over by ashy black circular markings. His enormous crocodile tail sticks straight out behind him for several feet, as if he didn't have enough trouble moving around in-doors already.

He's most commonly dressed in pants, and an extremely large cloak that suitably covers his entire body, making the nature of hunched creature beneath almost indeterminable... save for the large reptilian tail sticking out the back with two rows of little scaly spikes on it, and the long beaked snout poking from the hood. Along with him, he carries a little leather messenger-style bag slung across his chest to keep all his little belongings so he doesn't forget them someplace.

Background: Rudula was born in a mostly reptilian colony near the sea, Half a world away from Einheit. A place with different technologies and customs, Rodagott it was called. It wasn't a large colony, but certainly powerful and rich. It was a place of war even before the Species Wars, constantly using power to influence colonies and towns in the surrounding areas, demanding tribute, goods, and sometimes kidnapping the citizens of other colonies to be used as slaves of sorts (it's better than death, most of them would admit). The city was big on industry, and even bigger on research to fuel their war efforts.

Rudula was born in the lower class of communistic Rodagott. With only his mother around, a cockatiel/snapping turtle hybrid, he was a bit difficult to control. It wasn't uncommon to see single parents, what with the draft going on, and his own father was a high-ranking military official, purebred crocodile. It wasn’t normal for military personnel to be married to hybrids, so they were never married – Rudula was an illegitimate child. In a time of such great war, discrepancies like this were overlooked in order to keep strong military personnel in the ranks. A somewhat misunderstood teenager, and ugly as hell, Rudula joined a biker gang at a young age, finding a use for his naturally large size. He was used to being cast out of society as a hybrid and needed some place to fit in. Most gangs of adolescent riff-raff only battled with each other using their bare hands, so as not to attract military attention. Every gang was looking to add a little more brute force to their ranks, which made it a little easier for him to join. A few of the gang members were also hybrids, since society simply had no other place for them until they were old enough to be drafted. Such a small colony needed man power, and it didn’t matter where from – hybrids were often put into their own platoons, and much loath was given to any mission they were specifically assigned. Drafted as soon as he was of age, Rudula always showed great potential, discipline, and the added gusto of personality that makes a good soldier – he wasn’t afraid of combat, and his attitude increased morale. It wasn’t easy to gain rank as a hybrid, but he excelled in his tests and training, and never bitched when he got shot. He simply had to try harder than anyone else around him. If there was anything he couldn’t do, he’d just have to try harder until he could. After much training, his limbs were overflowing with muscle just as a means of moving himself around properly. His father was serving at the time as the personal body guard of dictator Jalak Muyalla, the bloodthirsty ruling Gila Monster of Rodagott with ideas of world domination, although his influence was never far-reaching; there was always more to gain in the surrounding colonies. When his father died from a sniper bullet fired by a renegade slave, Rudula was called in as a replacement. Jalak was an eccentric ruler who only did what was necessary to feed his political greed. He knew he didn’t have much man-power, so he would have to pick the best of the best. Species didn’t matter as long as they were mostly reptilian – that’s where loyalty was. He only looked for who had the best service record and willingness to fight – the lower class proved useful for this, and Rudula was at the top of his class, as well as child to his own ex-bodyguard. He served with the dictator's motorcade for 2 years. After some extensive hand-to-hand combat training, he became one of Jalak's personal bodyguards. In 5 more years, Rudula took 4 bullets as a bodyguard, thwarting many more assassination attempts. 3 of the bullets stopped harmlessly inside his shell or bounced off the flak vest he was wearing, but the remaining one rendered one of Rudula's lungs mostly useless. Months later, just as retirement was looking to be an option, the capital was raided by disguised militant forces. Jalak's bodyguards hastily dispatched what they could of the intruders, but holes in security where quickly overrun. Rudula’s level-headedness and leadership skills were the only thing keeping the small troop of guards together as more combatants flooded in. Rudula, armed with a sub-machine gun, leveled out most of the intruders before they could gain ground on the dictator. In a last-ditch effort to try and thwart another assassination attempt, Rudula put himself in front of a charging militant. Unluckily, the charging militant was armed with a small Canister gun, which nailed Rudula square in the chest and properly blew off most of it, just as Rudula was finishing his clip into the person who fired it. His blood was splattered all over Jalak, who was only a few inches behind him. The other militants were properly dealt with. Medical crews managed to keep Rudula's bloody corpse pumping long enough to get him on life support, but it was only a matter of time before they would have to pull the plug on the hopeless mess. A little shocked, and feeling grateful for the sacrifice of his loyal bodyguard, Jalak ordered the still-breathing mass from the medical crew and donated him to the medical research of his best scientists and engineers. They needed test subjects that wouldn't betray the researchers when completed. His prolonged life, and continued service, would be his reward for martyrdom.

Nearly a year later, Rudula awoke, completely rebuilt with the finest engineering his colony had to offer, with only subtle memories of waking up floating inside giant tubes or strapped to a table with bright lights in his eyes and tubes in his face. The only problem was, when he woke up at the bottom of the deepest, darkest bunker in Rodagott, everyone else was dead. He gathered up the few remaining research notes about himself that he could find and broke his way from the shattered husk of what used to be the research facility, battered and broken by a great explosion. The bitter cold swept at him from the ruins of a once-powerful colony. The species wars had ended, and the world was a mystery. He found a functioning vehicle and made his way from the city, greatly confused and broken by the loss of his home and... strange, new anatomy, which was still a complete mystery to him. It's hard to know what to do with yourself in a situation like this when you don't even know what "yourself" is.

Traveling through the dark, barren wastelands of the Nightlands for over a year in a fusion-powered ATV, he had plenty of time to reflect on what his life had been - all wasted on the military, just like his father. And he was getting sick and tired of battling with the strange creatures of the Nightlands with little more to arm himself than scrap metal and a greatly improved throwing arm. Most of them didn't taste very good, either. After a year, he finally made his way to the only source of light on the horizon, Einheit, in search of a home, wishing to start his life over.

Personality: Rudula seems to bounce back and forth between pleasantly relaxed and viciously stressed within a moment's notice. He has used his size as an intimidation factor his whole life, and now that he's twice as strong as he once was, that probably wont stop any time soon. He often has a can-do attitude about him, and is very goal-oriented. It's hard to gauge just what his mood is most of the time. His only organic eye is surrounded with fairly solid scales, and doesn't do much in the way of expression. His mouth never moves when he speaks, and his staticy, roboticly synthesized voice never changes much in pitch or tone.

Despite that, he's looking to lead a fairly normal life for once, though the military will always seem like home. For an agent of the military, he can be fairly easy-going. He doesn't like to talk about his past. He's always looking for a good time and comfortable life, but wouldn't do anything to ruin his chances of finding a nice upper-class house to live in... at least, for now.


Weapons/Equipment: Cybernetics: His heart, lungs, throat, spine, and ribs have all been rebuilt, mostly with titanium and various layers of plastics wrapped in rubber wrapped in Kevlar and sealed with other plastics. He contains a vast amount of back-up power sources for his vitals, including but not limited to an internal combustion engine. His left (non-dominant) arm is extremely powerful, and has shock-absorbers built into the shoulder that keep his other bones from snapping under impacts of whatever he might use it for.

A military-grade ATV, fusion-electric engine, probably experimental, the size of a truck. It’s obviously of a foreign build to most vehicles in Einheit, with a large upward-turned snow-plow and dual tank treads in the front and massive monster-truck looking wheels in the back. Was made for navigating through dense snow, but does fine on roads.