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Description

Name:Péng Cong
Age:15
Sex:Male
Race:Beast creature born of the offspring of two mutants.
Time on Mars:6
Applying to be one of the six newcomers to Mars? nope
Appearance (slight description and picture preferred): Cogs and bandages held together by energy. When he gets tired he falls quite literally apart. Usually the is a feeble boy of about 13 with pale skin and pale flaxen hair. His eyes are silver and grey eyes from the inner cogs and working.

Personality

A timid boy who doesn't talk much and is used by the other creatures of mars to deliver messages. He has no voice but when he opens his mouth the sound of grinding gears can be heard across the empty spaces. When he speaks into your mind his voice so quite touches your inner ears like smoke and wind, ever so slightly musical and bright. He is a gentle boy hating conflict or fighting he is often outcast by his brethren for such weaknesses. He is kind to the lesser creatures and spends happy hours conversing with there simple minds, calming them for use or giving them joy in a lifeless world. Timid to new people but trusts any kindness without thought. He is also mildly trained to do mild healing on the beast's bodies.

Equipment

Special Ability (unless you are just human): Has no flesh beneath his skin like casing, only cogs that spin weightlessly moving with his internal control. When he becomes stressed or under attack he unravels leaving nothing but bandages.
Weapons: None
Personal Belongings: A sack bag for holding messages and small mars sourced food stuffs. He also carries spare parts such as cogs and bandages. A surgeon set.
Other: Silver scalpel set.

History

History (remember, malformed humans were raised in laboratories): Born to a pair of malformed humans on mars he was born in to the harsh cold world of mars. At the young age of 2 he was sold to the beasts for food and because he was an odd child, having never made a sound. He grew up silent, slowly growing into the powers he had been passed on from his parents. If it got to harsh outside or too much inside he would escape by leaving his body. One day however after he had stepped out from his cold body he could not get back. He was given the choice of passing on like a ghost or picking a spare body. He would not pass on, knowing he had more to give than silence and frailty; so he took up what he could find, constructing a body about himself. He picked up the odd gears and metal that he could find, wrapping his weightless spirit around it and covered it in cloth. Soon he could make the cloth feel like flesh and though he never learnt to talk he grew to be happy.
He couldn't feel the cold in his new form, so he was ideal as both a messenger and doctor for sever conditions making him unique in his tribe and therefore useful. He works closely between the mutants whose form he resembles and the beasts of the land with whom he lived; a go between in their merciless world. He prefers to spend time outside the domes by himself with the more simple minded creatures, finding them less complicated and more excepting.
(sorry if its googleigarble.. stayed up all night for the vote! il edit if you want.)

P??ng Cong's Story