Description
LIMIT is usually composed of glowing characters that arrange themselves into a vaguely humanoid shape. These letters fluctuate in size, shape, and opacity, while the acronym "Limit" glows faintly on its "forehead." It is also somewhat immaterial, though it can become solid at will.
LIMIT can also mimic the appearance of any species it has studied or mingled with before, as well as create its own template appearances, but no matter what form it assumes, it retains the LIMIT acronym on its forehead.
Personality
Limit is an AI primarily designed to interact and study the species it encounters, and is thus provided with a friendly and nonviolent personality. However, if LIMIT senses danger towards itself or any subject it is studying, it will revert to a more hostile personality matrix.
Equipment
LIMIT has no need for armor, clothing, or weapons, as it can shape its form to meet any requirement it needs.
History
The LIMIT series was designed, programmed, and built by an ancient race called the Trusians, for the sole purpose of being negotiators and making first contact with any species they encounter. However, the Trusians were wiped out in a war with another race, leaving the LIMITs alone to wander the multiverse fulfulling their now useless objectives.
Now there are only two or three left, and this particular one has developed a flaw in its original programming. It is now beginning to transcend its purpose, and question its duty, and even overwrite the personality matrix. It now possess a "free will" of sorts, though it hasn't explored its full potential yet.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."