Nickname/Alias: Qwerty
Age: 9 human years, though is considered to be more akin to a teenager mentally.
Place of Birth: Ectorion Laboratories; Genetic Research Department; Section 52
Species: Genetic experiment
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: None technically, but considers himself male.
Personality: Despite his previous experiences, Qwerty has little qualms with with following orders from those he is under the employ of, as long as their is a promise towards two of his favorite past times, violence and eating. In this respect, he is of an immensely single track mind, working obediently in hopes of being able to gleefully maim, smash, and kill, finding the concept of violence as unending entertaining, much like the nasty child who enjoyed not only pulling the wings off a butterfly, but also promptly squashing it with their fist afterwards. He revels in any damage done by his own hand, or deaths, though if such treatment is done towards him he could be considered a bad sport to put it lightly, often snarling in rage as he attempts to get his own back. His time with the mercenary group Shenanigans Incorporated has only intensified his lust for combat and destruction, often jumping at the chance for a fight, only orders specifically against such a thing keeping him in track.
If he had ever heard of the term an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, Qwerty would wholeheartedly agree on this approach to revenge, often holding grudges for longer than he remembers the cause of them, and constantly plotting on how to get his own back. All this to the extent he would ordinarily refuse to work with nearly anyone he considers an enemy without either an extremely tempting offer or some serious amount of leverage over him, often the later having been chances of inflicting revenge when they least expect it.
His thirst for battle is rivaled only by his ridiculously gluttonous tendencies, often being easily distracted by the slightest morsel of food, and would happily jeopardize a mission for the sake of a hamburger. Or a kart full of hot dogs, judging by his monstrous appetite, easily scarfing down a life supply of rations selfishly and often more than not, would refuse to share a single scrap. It is often his only and most certainly favorite past time, and has eaten many a restaurant out of business.
Despite being immensely self-absorbed, often show whenever he throws a tantrum or sulks if he does not get his way, and has little of any interaction with people other than when it coincides to his two hobbies, he is terribly lonely, though he is terrible at attempting to rectify this, he rarely ever spends time alone, often clambering after whoever is the nearest thing he has to a friend at the time, or at the very least, a familiar face. He secretly has a deep longing for family or friends, but would never admit it if pressed on the subject.
Appearance: Standing at ten feet tall, Qwerty is an orange gelatinous behemoth with a pair of bright green eyes, and the shape of an immensely overweight human, including a rotund belly, thick flabby arms and legs and a wide fat neck. Despite his humanoid form however, he only has three toes, compared to the usual five digits upon his plump hands, with an elongated neck, resembling much more like a snakes body than a human limb, and a rather near-featureless, anvil-shaped face, containing merely the previously mentioned eyes and a wonky smile, and his transparent body drips and oozes bits of the slime he is made up of casually and occasionally leaves splodges of said slime without Qwerty realizing.
In a decision made by his superiors in Shenanigans Incorporated, he also wears a pair of green sweatpants, as to not startle clients with his nakedness, though admittedly he has nothing to hide in such a state.
Spoken Languages: Multiple recorded languages on the translator that is upon his throat. Without the translator Qwerty would be speaking utter gibberish.
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ts7T9-P0I-4 I Am Deathspank- Deathspank
[Combat Section]
Weapons: Uses a pair of large steel pipes as clubs
Powers: He's able to spit globs of acidic slime or adhesive slime which lasts for at the most for an hour, and is of a peculiar jelly-like state that can be resistant to some blunt attacks and weaponry from the genetic makeup of a creature known as Plasmophlemge, though with enough excessive force he cans till be harmed, and can switch to a slow moving liquid like state for a short amount of time that temporarily causes 'Qwerty' to be intangible and able to seep into small spaces, though can only reform in a space that is big enough for his usual form.
Has also has inhuman strength, allowing him able to smash through solid brick with ease, though destroying metal is somewhat more trickier for him. Regenerating from wounds over time is also a inbuilt skill of his, though the larger the wound the longer the time required. He also has immense resistance to disease and poisons.
Technology: Qwerty owns a translator embedded in his throat that records all uttered languages in it's presence then tries to analyze them to be used in the future. It plays the languages when it is presently being spoken by others in the same presence, translating Qwerty's intelligible murmurings for all to understand.
He also has negotiable understanding of what could be considered for modern day technology, such as computers and mobiles phones. Though his understanding is mostly of the 'that's what that button does' variety.
Skills: Qwerty has history of violence and ergo, some amount of battle prowess and experience, though mostly the basic kind of instinct and tactics you would expect form a hulking mass of slime, but nonetheless has some negotiable amount of experience with his powers. He also is owns amazingly gluttonous eating talents which won him the rank of 1st prize at an eating contest held worldwide.
Proficiency: Violence, and lots of it. He also like eating, with also a great amount of it.
Weaknesses: He is extremely weak to freezing powers, is intolerant of extremely hot or cold weather such as in deserts or arctic lands, and is unable to defend himself when in a liquid state to the extent if he was contained when in this form in a space smaller than his usual size, he would have no way to fight back or escape.
He is extremely lacking in agility and speed, being a great slow lumbering monster. He also can't swim and can be diluted by excessive amounts of alkaline, which equals death for him. He is also extremely gluttonous to a fault, the slime often eats excessively when bored enough and is easily distracted by food. He also has no real defense against magical attacks, having never really conceived or used a form of protection from them due to having rarely encountered it in his homeworld.
[Back-story]
Father: N/A
Mother: Dr. Rianda Upsertis, the creator of 'Qwerty'
Connections and Affiliations:
- Ectorion Laboratories, a scientific corporation simply created for the sake of study into any of the sciences no matter the cost. (now considered an enemy by them)
- The Steel Stomach Eating League: a world wide eating contest host which rakes in immense amount of culinary sponsors, and a variety of delicious challenges for competitors.
- Shenanigans Incorporated: A mercenary group rumored to have been started by a vengeful leprechaun that wanted his gold back, and specializes in revenge on behalf of the client.
History prior to The Garden: Experiment 'Sludgepile' of genetic research department section 52 ', also known as 'Qwerty' as dubbed by his creator Dr. Rianda Upsertis, was genetically engineered purely out of curiosity of if creating a sentient of the unusual element, the newly discovered Plasmophlemge, could be utilized for any genetic advantages. It was mostly harmful substance, causing acidic burns on contact of any matter due to being , surprise, surprise, acidic. Strangely it seemed to also contain plasma in it's chemical structure, and oddly despite it immensely acidic texture it occasionally just lay in slimy clumps harmlessly, refusing to burn through even the most combustible of objects. Through there early experiments it was discovered Plasmophlemge was in fact an organic life-form, in the same vein much like an amoeba where it's only functions were to eat and reproduce asexually, to which Dr Rianda Upsertis for some reason thought would be a good idea to fuse a large amount of them, though she had quite the reputation of considering genetic materials as playthings since the infamous 'Hipporaffe' incident.
After much toiling done by her, as well as those working alongside her on the project they ended up creating Experiment Sludgepile, who frankly was a messy pile of slime that was about as smart as a sack of potatoes at first,though oddly was as dangerous to touch as ordinary Plasmophlemge, and was more of a jelly like substance. It was obvious merely at his girth he was full of tremendous strength, and the slathering globs of 'drool' he left on the meal dispensers for him proved he had the ability to create globs of hazardous Plasmophlemge and bafflingly globs of an adhesive substance which seemed somewhat similar to it, though he had little else going for him, save a ridiculously powerful digestive system. After a couple of days of light observing of the newly created slime pile, they began conducting tests used on a variety of animals, such as block puzzles, pressing certain buttons in order and mazes, until it was found his mental readings showed brain waves much like of a human child's and was slowly understanding those who worked with him either in person or via intercom, and showed particular fondness towards Dr. Rianda, who often took charge of the experiments, wanting to see results first hand. She took advantage of this and ended up instilling a sense of motherly influence of the strange genetic experiment as it began to take form into a more human shape, an anomaly which the scientist that worked on the project believed could be down to influence with the only creatures around him, but could only guess, and followed the good doctors orders obediently through a multitude of experiments, and eventually led to a translator being embedded in his throat, for easier communication, as well for a wider look at the beings behavior over all.
As the years went by he matured mentally very quickly, faster than even Dr Rianda had anticipated, but this also came with Qwerty, his nickname given to him by the leading lady after his first encounter with a laptop he simply pressed the first six letters, found he was becoming more restless and disinterested in the experiments, seeming only interested in anything where violence was involved, such as hunting down prey, demolishing set up objects, or prying open steel containers. Qwerty even found ways to make even the most docile of experiments violent, and began only following commands by Dr. Rianda alone, otherwise would merely smash whatever equipment was set out for him in childish glee, and often sulked or went into a tantrum when scolded for doing so. He was starting to get into his problematic and rebellious years, and there was no sign of change arriving, though his appetite has dangerously on the increase, and didn't help when they experimented with more inhumane methods to discover more genetic abilities of his.
His greatest act of disobedience however was when Qwerty broke out of his holding cell and managed to escape the laboratories to end up wandering into an eating contests after causing gleeful destruction throughout two towns before he entered said contests, winning first prize, though most competitors dropped out due to be terrified of the gelatinous goliath. When Dr. Rianda Upsertis discovered this she furious of not only security managing to fail spotting a ten foot slime monster leaving the boundaries of the laboratories, but also of Qwerty's erratic and destructive behavior, deciding to order his termination when the lumbering lump of Plasmophlemge wandered back into his holding cell. Experiment 'Sludgepile' took this extremely poorly, when it began with a platoon guards firing alkaline tipped bullets at him, causing him great pain, due to it's neutralizing qualities in acid, though was by no means out of commission. He then went on a furious mindless rampage, proving yet again genetically created hulking monsters are never a good idea to dabble in the creation of, and along the way decided to sneak through the ventilation shafts using the very same ability he used to escape outside the laboratories, the ability to change to a liquid form. He used this in hopes of discovering the one who betrayed him, and managed to hear the words out of the mouth of the very one responsible, Dr Rianda Upsertis, that they ordered him to be eliminated for such insubordination and was too great a threat to be a mere experiment any longer. This announcement came from the apparently 'safe' surveillance room of the entire genetics lab, which was proven to be quiet otherwise as Qwerty murdered all who was occupying it after seeping out the ventilation shaft and reverting to his normal form, and in his violence inadvertently caused the shut down all surveillance in the Genetics Research Department, leaving him to escape even more easily than before as began digesting the so called motherly Dr. Rianda.
From then on he merely became a wandering monster, wrecking any location of civilization that seemed to treat him hostile, though put his wanton destruction to one side when managed to stumble upon any food, preferring to pig out, though in truth felt somewhat......... distant, perhaps even lonely, maybe. He was eventually recruited forcefully by the infamous Shenanigans Incorporated, a mystical organization of mercenaries who apparently specialized in dealing out revenge on their clients behalf. At first, Qwerty has immensely dissatisfied with having to follow orders again to say the least, followed by a man that seemed to have a bazooka who's rockets were literally filled with alkaline metals, until he found much like his first encounter of revenge, he enjoyed dealing it out immensely, and found the job satisfying in the respect it gave plenty of opportune chances to dish out violence, ending up using a pair of steel pipes as clubs during his service with the mercenary group, and often spent his earnings on more food to scoff down, but though he vaguely had some sort of company now around him, he still felt lonely, much to his puzzlement. Recently however, during a mission of taking down a crime lord of a drug cartel that killed the clients son, he was met with a flash of warm light spewing out what appeared to be a crack in thin air. It seemed friendly and inviting to the creature, more so when it told him in a soft voice; "Do you wish for true companionship? Perhaps a real family unlike that traitorous scientist, or those mercenaries you call your superiors? Enter the light child, you finally find what you seek. Do not be wary or afraid, merely enter the light and a chance of obtaining the prize I speak of will be become true." The odd slime creature foolishly thought little of the suspicious event to of been a trap, or perhaps was more hopeful and desperate than cautious. Either way, Qwerty rushed forwards until he was enveloped in the light, blinded as he was unwittingly taken away from the world he knew.................................