| Appearance: |
Aottov is a shorter member of his species, standing under five feet tall. Given that his sub-species was created for scouting, this is a prestigious thing. His skin is smooth and clover green, mottled with dense, jungle-like foliage camouflage. A small ridge runs down the back of his spine, to which are attached plates of an exoskeletal-like armor that has been grafted to his torso and upper tail. His upper arms and neck also sport lighter variants of armor, leaving only his hands, feet, and face free. This cyborware is light and flexible, and comes with the removable gloves, boots and helmet that can allow him to withstand energy and high kinetic piercing damage from enemies, as well as resist bashing and slashing from natural predators. He keeps a stun gun on a belt at his hip, and usually carries at least two other concealed weapons or components for traps on his person.
All K'anta possess a secondary form, called their "Raw Form", which is that which they were genetically uplifted from. Aottov's looks quite similar to a true Gallimimus, with duller green hide and covered with downy greyish feathers, almost a match for the hue of his cyborware suit. He rarely wears this form, as it comes with lowered intelligence and, all things considered, much less staying power in danger. The upshot of a K'anta's raw form is usually reserved for his bulkier sub-breeds, like the huge, predatory theropods or the long-necked sauropods. Aottov's kin were initially used as scouts and light infantry in both forms, and to this day he is proud of his lineage, and also of his independence-- so the raw form is reserved for last resorts. |
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| Personality: |
Aottov works best in dangerous situations. He's intuitive in the field, able to work off of meager intelligence and briefings by observing and adapting to evolving situations. He's cautious and values his team highly, putting himself first when it comes to any situation that would be especially dangerous and using these moments to teach his team-mates on how to remain cool-headed, or how to adapt. He prefers to use non-lethal methods of neutralization when put up against dangerous foes, even those who he has a grudge against. His code of honour and his breeding demands he avoid hand-to-hand combat, and so he tends to feel badly if he fails to neutralize those who might sneak up on him or his team. That also means that he is highly alert whether he's on or off the field. Very few people are able to sneak up on him.
Since moving to Star City, Aottove had left his militaristic outriding in K'anta space to become a mercenary. He learned quickly that mercenary life was nothing like the serried ranks of his kith and kin. Nobody worked well together. Nobody knew what the roles or the expectations of others were based solely upon their breed. He aimed to learn-- not to reproduce a K'anta unit, but to build something new. He wound up with his team of Star Strikers, who for their entire life, were sought after in two places: piracy defense, and planet-side protection. Aottov's team consisted of a few ship-boarding specialists who had a bone to pick with the pirates that plagued Star City, but his personal favourite jobs involved traveling on Driolo's surface, where dangerous megafauna and weather conditions were considered the norm.
He bonded Sateino along the way, and the young dragon grew up learning the ins and outs of dangerous missions, though Aottov made an especial effort to train him carefully, like any young K'anta. This worked out well: Sateino grew, and grew and grew, and quickly became the bruiser of Aottov's troop. Aottov's favourite early missions had involved working in tandem with theropods of Sateino's natural size, and so Sateino's training became focused on fulfilling the role of the up-close-and-personal fighter.
That was almost their doom, then, when Star City went to the xenodragons. Aottov gave his team a choice to stay and defend the station, or to go, and those that stayed mostly were torn down by xenodragons who had been quietly multiplying in the vents and unseen spaces. Flanking them, pirates who had been greedily eyeing the station for decades tried their luck to claim parts of the station when parts of it were blown apart in a final series of defense strikes... and Aottov and Sateino watched most of it happen.
It was hard admitting defeat. The pair of them were sundered from the rest of the team. Aottov, feeling a failure, lost his way for a while, and Sateino carried him as he looked for something to change.Eventually it was Sateino who learned that Nidus Aven had reappeared from a strange phenomenon known to some as Mists or the Rift-- not where it had been, but on an alien planet. They needed help. Sateino knew what they had to do.
These days, Aottov is grateful to find a new home, but he feels reticent to put together another team, even if he knows it would benefit this Nidus. Sateino is the only one singing his praises, but Aottov spends many days in the main cavern, drinking and mourning and unable to move forward. |
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