Iriel Flynn, Cyborg

Iriel Flynn,

this is gospel for the fallen ones

Unlike most people his age, Iriel hasn’t quite grasped what it is to be his own person or even develop his own sense of self fully. While his ability of self expression is quite low though he has quite the ability to adapt to new situations he might be placed into almost instantly. A thing he had to learn growing up as an enslaved bonic. Now that he is away from his Master he is starting to understand himself better as a person and separating himself from his Master‘s well sculpted idea of what he should be. A individual that spoke when only addressed, followed orders without questions, and to ignore the morals of society. This influence also carried over to the way he spoke, dressed, thought, and over all presented himself. Growing up as a slave meant that he was unable to fully grow as a person and function on his own.

While he still questions the difference between what is right and wrong, he seems to be able to follow the basic concept from what he has viewed from those around him. Iriel is quite often full of questions. He has a why to everything that happens or is spoken to him. He isn’t doing it to be hateful or irritating but because he has an honest urge to learn and understand everything around him. He has had very few chances to expand his horizons while being enslaved for most of his life. Iriel could easily be compared to a young child who has been let loose on the world for the first time without that lovely monkey backpack child leash. He loves exploring new things, taking apart toasters and putting them back together. He also enjoys creating things with his hands and making things more effective or repairing broken items, such as his arm that he updates on his own once he finds the parts.

Iriel is quite content with his new found freedom but it does not come without a price. Having ran away from his status and life as a slave he is constantly on the watch for those that might try to take him back. While he is not paranoid he still stays aware of his surroundings. Iriel also suffers from the inability to fully express his needs or wants in day to day life as well as making decisions. Making choices is often painful and takes him quite a bite of time. He has a hard time telling others no or even what he should eat or wear. His days often leave him exhausted by the end of the day. 

Iriel, when away from his Master, is a rather calm fellow that enjoys the small things in life. he finds pleasure in being able to stop and smell the roses and have a good chuckle or two at the most amusing things and less amusing. However, when he is near his Master his personality reverts back into a more lifeless doll like version and obeys them without question...though now he might show some hesitation.  

At a first glance one would assume that the 6'2" bionic human might be a tad on the slow side due to his muscular frame. However, he is anything but that while his punch might pack some pain he is quite agile on his feet, often using his robotic arm to propel himself over walls and take hold of bars to hoist himself up. He can surely carry his own weight easily enough though his agility has its limitations.
 
His lineage hails from magi of Fokradiin, having both parents of that race. Although he is human and shows no traits of his parents in the magi sense. He does have Mallen Streak, meaning he has a slight discoloration of skin on his forehead that leaves his hair white in that area as well as the skin, this also effects his eyelashes that gives him a salt and pepper look.  In the matter of his complexion he is lightly tanned. His dark black hair is shaved on the sides with decorative buzz designs cut into it. With his white long bangs he sometimes styles his hair into a fohawk or lets it lay flat for gravity to do whatever it wants. 

He has only a single ear piercing on his right ear thanks to his Master believing it to improve his looks and so he constantly wears a quail and owl feather hanging from a golden loop in that ear. 

His body is littered with scars from being raised as a slave and not being the most easy individual to train in his adolescent stage. The most noticeable ones are the following: the deep gash scar that goes across the from cheek to cheek, across his chest,  his right arm and finally his thigh that has random puncture wounds---much like a fork wound. The rest had faded over time. Down his left arm is the building work of a sleeve tattoo that is filled with random images and designs having been put their by his owner (and quite possibly their name). Apparently, he made the most wonderful practice dummy.  His right arm, however is pure machine starting at the bicep down to his finger tips. The prosthetic had no synthetic skin and found to be useless to him as he has a habit of melting it off from experimenting as well as it being no good for inking.

His eyes are dark grey by nature and remain that way with his implants though they do take on a golden hue from being cybernetic implants after losing his eyes in his adolescents.  



The poor darling has no fashion sense whatsoever and really doesn't even know what he is going to wear day to day. He is used to being told what to wear and when to wear it. Having the freedom to decide his own things puts him in an anxious mindset. Though his clothing might not match completely he seems to have discovered he has a fondness for tank tops and cargo jeans. He normally sticks to bland and boring colors and footwear that he finds practical and comfortable. 

family relations

Parents
Mother: Holly Flynn (Unknown, Enslaved)
Father: Leon Flynn (Unknown, Enslaved)

Siblings
Brother/Sister: Unknown if he has any or not and if he does they are probably enslaved as well. 

biography

(Birth - 4 years)

It seemed as if the time of peace was over between the races and like many magi, they felt helpless with the changes of time. Human's where starting to slay, imprison or enslave those that did not share their traits. These ideals of Magi being less then human and needing to be controlled spread like wild fire. It even started to touch the out across the nations and with the practice of trade it was only a matter of time before traders discovered they could make far more money by shipping slaves then actual commercial products.

This realization came to Leon one night after hearing about a few magi suddenly disappearing from their homes in the middle of the night, one even included a pregnant magi. It was rather common knowledge that the child birth rates where rather low in their kind and now even lower with so many deaths happening. With his own nine month pregnant wife he came to terms that they would need to leave Fokradiin and seek refuge else where until the storm had passed.

A week later and with Holly's hesitant approval Leon was allowed to book safe passage with a cargo ship to take them to the islands of Sturn. From there, they would be able to purchase their own smaller boat and find an unclaimed island to make their home. They would be safe where no human could find them. It was all the matter of just reaching their desired destination safely.

In that same week they had sold all of their belongs and only packed what they would need for the journey. Boarding the ship, they had thought little of the random cargo items aboard the ship or the few other magi that was apparently had the same thoughts of leaving Fokradiin behind for a better life. The journey was surprisingly smooth and by the time they had finally just about left the Fokrdiin border, Iriel was born in the cargo bay with the help of a few magi women that where on board. The birth was quick and without complications that are usually associated with magi mothers. They named their son, Iriel, after the great God of Knowledge, Irilys in hopes that their son would have a bright future and make the world a better place. But there was one strange thing that everyone noticed on board, the Flynn child had no a single magi marking upon his body. No scales, no horns, discoloration other then on the crown of his head and randomly on his body. Not a single thing could clearly indicate if he was a magi child other then his birthmarks. Holly shooed the concerns away with perhaps her son just had developed anything in the womb but would perhaps showcase his traits when he was older. After all, he was merely an infant.  

Two weeks into their travel did the first sign of trouble start to appear on board the ship. One of the magi had taken noticed outside the porthole that they did not appear to be going towards the direction of Sturn but rather Ethea. The second sign was the humans on board kept checking on them, counting, taking account for the newborn child and what each type the person was and took notes. Leon, found that more then just strange but disturbing. What kind of ship took those kinds of notes? Eventually, throughout the following week magi where starting to be moved from one cargo bay to the next and no longer being seen. Each time, they would split the groups of two and by type. Eventually, Iriel's parents would be separated and unfortunately, never see each other again to his knowledge.  

Reaching port of Ethea, it didn't take long to Down their cargo and instantly move them all to the nearest market. However, they where a bit confused on what to do with Iriel who was left with his mother. Figuring the child might be a late bloomer or a  no maj and thus sold him along with his mother, clearly, the child was going to be someone else's problem. Growing up as a slave was very different and difficult. He was not allowed to play with other children nor was he allowed to be educated in any form. While he can't recall his childhood fully he knew it wasn't anything to talk about though his mother often told him stories of their homeland as well as his father. The young boy lived and breathed those stories every night. 

(5 - 10 years)
 
Seeing images from touching objects and people was not something normal people could do. He had learned this from his mother after a few events took place that lead to some rather awkward questions. His mother, a follower of both Arithelea and Irilys, had heard of strange tales of special individuals being gifted by the Gods. Having Iriel promise her he wouldn't tell anyone of his ability she managed to procure him a pair of gloves to wear while he worked around their masters home and acted as a playmate from time to time with the Master's Children. Though usually the term "playmate" was very loosely used as he mostly stood off to the side and did whatever the children wanted him to do -- this often landed him into quite a bit of mischief leading him to become their scapegoat.    

At the age of eight, his mother allowed him to help in the kitchen and other parts of the house. Though she quickly decided that maybe the kitchen wasn't the best place for him to be as she came across him toying with the appliances and by toying---he took them apart and was trying to put them back together. Sometimes he succeeded and other times she had to declare the device was just faulty. But after the toaster suddenly shot out toast across the kitchen at an alarming rate did she finally ban her child from touching anything. Though she would bring him broken items to play with that he somehow managed to fix after a good amount of tinkering. 

At the age of ten, his master went bankrupted. Unable to keep slaves any longer he sent Iriel and Holly back to the market. This time, however, he was not sold along with his mother, she was sold only three days of being in the Blackmarket and forcefully leaving her son behind. Now alone, he felt himself lost and afraid of what the future would hold as his mother was his pillar. Iriel remained unsold for a month, it seemed trying to sell a human child wasn't working. He held no magi traits and his condition only left the impression of possibly being one without magic. This would not do and to make the most money they did the only thing they knew to cause a no-maj to turn into a magi fully, with trauma.  

(12 - 16 years)

The last two years are completely lost to Iriel while he does remember snippets of it he has completely blocked out his torture. He recalls having lost his arm from the amount of damage it took from his captures using a mixture of Runes and other means to try and force what they thought to be a No Maji into a Magi. During that time, Iriel had rebelled and even took to attacking his captures which in the end lead to his face being split wide open, losing sight in both eyes. His captures eventually gave up after six months upon realizing that what they had on their hand was 100% human. If he was a No Maj he would of turned by now but it seemed the poor child was merely cursed to have two magi parents and merely lucked out of the gene pool. 

With this realization, they couldn't sell a battered human. The money just wouldn't be there and having invested so much time into him all ready they took into rebuilding their investment. At the age of 12, Iriel's new arm was installed as well as a pair of bionic eyes to return his lost vision.  

It would be another year of strict training with his new enhancements and breaking the young teenager down back into a workable slave rather then the rebelling teenager with built up rage. When he was fourteen he was finally up for purchase. It did not take long for him to be purchased by another high class individual nor did it take him very long to figure out it was best to take care of his own wounds by any means, including experimenting with local plants. Sometimes it worked and sometimes he found out that poison oak was a very, very bad thing. 

(17 - 25 years)

 As the years progressed his personality changed as if it was actually lost among the ever moving ocean that was his master. Adjusting to his surroundings was key to survival as was learning to hold extremely still when his master wanted to further their hobbies on his skin. It was also in this time frame that his Master had discovered Iriel's gift for reading the past from things he touched, as well as people. Being one to enjoy having black mail on others, Master seemed to enjoy using Iriel to collect that information whether he liked it or not. 

The Master took Iriel to all of their social gatherings to get the dirt on those around them and even to show off the bionic human with the weird hair. Being exploited became a normal occurrence for Iriel so normal that he lived to expect it. At first, he had tired to find ways around orders or how to avoid them inertly but his thigh could only take so much abuse from forks. Keeping Iriel uneducated proved to be useful for the Master, Iriel would ask less questions and that was something he lived for because the young man had to know everything about everything. Eventually, that was shocked out out of him to being nothing but a very good, unquestioning, listening, and obeying slave. 

To make him even a bigger use in the ways of getting information, his Master had given instructions to educate Iriel only in self defense and hacking. If the slave was going to take apart their things then he best do so in a useful manner. The same would be sad for that metallic arm of his---it would have other uses then just to be something shiny to stare at throughout the day. It would be used to keep his Master from harm from those that didn't like the idea of information being leaked.

It wouldn't be until three months go that Iriel had finally gathered the courage to escape into a world he did not know. Having gotten tired of getting forks stuck in his leg and prying into peoples personal affairs for gain.  He did the only thing he really knew how to do, go into the kitchen and combine the most effective items together to make his escape during the night. He choose to take a toaster and sit it up to the most flambe objects and after a bit of tinkering (as well as hiding behind a over turned table) he successfully caused the toaster to explode and create a rather wonderful fire. The fire spread quickly through the kitchen and gave him the cover to escape.

However, before his escape he had managed to be smart enough to steal a bit of money, clothing, and a few other items and stuffed into a bag. He escaped from his master and didn't even look back to see how badly the fire damaged the house---though he was happy to see in the papers that no one had died. But boy, the insurance was gonna be killer.

 

Convenient Shield: One of your arms can shift itself into a bullet proof shield that is just large enough to protect all of you if you crouch down into the tightest ball you can.

Hacking I: Basic level hacking. You can disable one cybernetic upgrade for an hour, as well as adjust one sense of the cyborg (make them colorblind, make their sense of touch feel off, lower their hearing, scramble taste or smell reception, etc. You cannot cut off a sense entirely.) Range: 15 feet

Seer: A person with this ability has flashes of still images that go through their mind when they come into physical contact with either an item or another living being (person or animal). This is an unstable ability that works randomly and out of their control. Persons with this untrained ability have been known to be treated as insane so be careful who you share this with.



Clairvoyant I: (upgrade of Seer) You have discovered that these images you are seeing are in fact images of past events in relation to what you have made contact with. You have better control of the ability meaning you're not just seeing images but are now seeing mini movies playing through your mind that last longer than before. However you still have no control of when this is triggered, it's still random.

Clairvoyant II: (Upgrade of Clairvoyant I) Through much personal training you have improved your skill with this ability. Not only can you extend or minimize the length of the past event movie reels playing in your mind but you also have the power to choose when to trigger it. The ability no longer occurs random. You're in charge.

Starter

Tank Alloy: As insinuated by the name, you are a dream defensively but speed is less than to be desired. Running speeds are on the slower side and flying is impossible. Propulsion and flight is impossible.

Antivirus I: Retain one cybernetic upgrade of your choice when hacked. All others come back in half the time.

Intermediate:

Shielded Circuitry I: Now able to protect your limbs from being paralyzed temporarily through the usage of electric based attacks.



UNARMED COMBAT I: (STARTER) You know the basics and can hold your own in a street fight. The type of martial art or fighting style is up to you. We trust you to be realistic for what you can accomplish and not accomplish at being a general level one in unarmed combat.

[b]Voltron Legendary Defender; Shiro [/b] as [i]Iriel Flynn[/i]