Name Jack Kingdom
Age: Appears in his mid twenties, real age is sixty-four
Gender: Agender
Species: Born human/Cyborg
Ethnicity: Teinari
Height: 6'3
Occupation: Mechanic and engineer-for-hire
Residence:You're the Abel and the Cain
__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description:Once upon a time, Kingdom was a flesh and blood human who breathed, bled and felt pain. Today, he is almost completely mechanical, with only his brain and spinal chord left intact - both of which are heavily protected, despite being in the process of being replaced by complex computer networks and a full memory transfer. While most cyborgs prefer to conceal their mechanised nature, to Kingdom his machine status is very much integral to his identity, and does nothing to hide the fact he has almost nothing left of his original body, even the skin of his face is synthetic and for the most part fireproof.
He has multiple 'shells' for himself, some give him a dark frame around his face, others are black and gold and others plain grey. He switches between them regularly, but not frequently enough for people not to notice. A
core - the energy source that keeps him alive - can be found quite far back in the dead center of his chest cavity sealed inside a complex 'safe'. The chest being able to open, while seemingly a fatal design flaw, is integral for maintenance purposes, and the hatches can't be manually opened - they open under order from Kingdom. There are no external locks or keys, and to try to prize it open would most likely break whatever it was a person as trying to open it with.
While the main reason for his transfer from human to machine lies very much in a life-threatening disease caught in some back-end section of the known universe that slowly rotted the inside of his body, he also embraced the idea as a way of expressing his gender identity, that of no gender at all. Despite going by masculine pronouns and being comfortable in his presentation as mostly masculine, he identifies as agender - his form deliberately has defined curves at the waist to preserve some absence of biological sex. Completely
devoid of anything that would identify biological sex, as it was a concept abandoned entirely through the transfer, due to being both asexual and sex repulsed, and with a history of suffering significant gender dysphoria.
Blonde, pale-faced and eyes like a wolf, he can be extremely repellent of overly cautious or paranoid people. While many would not consider him ugly or undesirable, he is not considered completely beautiful either. His black scleroses and visible mechanics trap him in the pitfall of the Uncanny Valley, at least for most people. As well as the constant, near-silent humming that emanates from him. People who do get over the initial shock of a human in an Uncanny body do tend to perceive him as being beautiful - usually for the exact same things that made them weary. The best way to describe him would be more along the lines of regal, or wonderfully terrifying, as it is hard to place a cyborg on the humanness scale of beauty.
Tall and imposing at 6'3, Kingdom avoids most of his trouble on the space station of Cancer by just being himself. The last thing anybody wants is to get into a fight with a person who is near invincible and can throw a punch harder that a steam train, if he decides not to use the active
canon in his arms and blow you away first. Even if he happens to be wearing clothes that do not show most of his mechanics, his size is still enough to intimidate most shady bar-goers. However it can also attract unwanted attention from the rowdy, the drunk and the stupid.
Not fearing the cold, and arguably not needing to wear them at all, Kingdom is fond of anything sleeveless - jumpers, hoodies, dress shirts and tank tops without them are all incredibly loved, if only because they let him passively intimidate others and he doesn't have to interact with the lowlife that would see him as easy prey otherwise. While his shirts come in a wide variety, less could be said for his jeans and shoes, which are in less abundance in his wardrobe, mainly because he has a few set aside for work, casual and formal occasions, although they are very few, since no one ever seems to notice if one wears the same pair of jeans in a workshop for a week straight.
PersonalityProud and overly confident are accurate descriptors of Kingdom. He holds himself with pride, both in his work and in his overall being and is not afraid to let it show, proof enough is found in his incredible admiration for his own form through wearing clothes that make him obvious to others, as well as taking extreme caution in not damaging it. When he's not working, he's either at a bar drinking, tinkering with his own vehicles, gambling or shining his own armor. Arguably his love for his body is not love for himself, and rather the craftsmanship. During it's construction he was fascinated by how it worked, and knows how to re-wire everything - he can switch all his synthetic nerves to function default or to receive pain, pleasure, texture or nothing at all.
A blossoming addiction to gambling is never something anyone prides themselves on, and this much Kingdom is aware of. He rejects the notion of being an excessive gambler, but for most people the growing habit is easy to see. He doesn't have too much of a habit for loosing however, and is for the most part sensible about it, but the growing frequency of his visits to the gambling houses concerns most of the people who know him, in particularly clients.
When he transferred, he found himself rid of his gender dysphoria completely - he became comfortable in his body in relation to his gender, and such it became his own personal symbol. His identity means a lot to him, and being mis-identified by someone who aught to know is a quick way to ignite his temper. He, him and his are fine; she, her and hers is acceptable on occasions, but describing him as male or female, man or woman, is a sure fire way to quickly make him angry. His attitude towards people who don't know, however, is much more lenient.
Aside from misgendering, not much seems to get to Kingdom. His hard-shelled heart also ironed up his emotions. Anger is not a common emotion associated with Kingdom, and it's almost impossible to make him angry without assigning him a sex. This is probably because he has yet to realize that while he is hard to kill, it's not impossible. A well aimed, large-calibur bullet from a sniper rifle in the eye would be enough to shut him down for good.
Committed to the Decay
Magic/Abilities:RelationshipsBelle De'ZuthraYou'll Make 'em Watch While You go Down in Flames
HistoryBorn into a rich merchant family who lived almost exclusively on stations like Cancer, Kingdom was set to overcome most of his obstacles from a very young age. Money buys the way to most resolutions to problems no matter how big. Despite being born rich to parents who could afford to both put off work to raise their son, neither of them did. His mother worked from her desk, playing a complex game with the stock market, and his father worked off his mother's incredible monetary intellect.
Even without siblings to contest over love and money, his got very little in comparison to what his parents could have afforded. Luxurious was their ship and many were the butlers and maids, but very little did Jack himself have. Neither taught to value anything or disregard nothing, his slate remained clean for a long time, at the cost of a family. It wasn't until later that he began to understand just how bad the lack of recognition from his parents had been on his psyche - it had made him reckless. Endlessly he tried as a child to gain some response from his parents;l copious amounts of paper used to created elaborate collages were frequently presented to his parents, only for them to simply disappear overnight, or even between a quick trip from one room and back.
It is possible that a lack of recognition is what started off Jack's incredible dysphoria. Most likely it was the lack of understanding from his parents about his identity that hurt him the most. In his mid and late teens, Jack had a basic understanding of gender and it's relation to sex. The knowledge alone, without anyone to back him up or to correct him, left him more unhappy than if he'd known nothing at all. Feeling nothing to identify towards men the 'male gender', he started going to his parents, with gender questions and sex questions. Every time he was waved off with a quick reassurance that it was just a phase. That his feeling of dysphoria would pass.
From a young age he felt very disconnected from his gender and the roles his was supposed to play. Assigned to something but feeling another - something he couldn't explain - simply looking into a full-length mirror naked was enough to set off the questions in his head. His body never felt like his own, more like a curse than anything else. Something to defy whatever it was he felt he was. He lived with it. He would grow his hair and cut it again, not sure whether something other than woman and man existed and whether he would be happier to know or not. As days went on, his gender identity was something of a clear mystery. He knew he was a boy. He also knew he wasn't a girl. He was something else. And it took him a long time to find the answer.
At Cancer, at the age of eighteen, Kingdom began shifting through shady bars, picking fights, drinking too much, all in the name of waiting for the click and sliding into his assigned gender. But among these people he found those like him, and others not as much. Transgenders and transexuals, agenders and genderfluids, whom he began approaching in the hopes of learning about his dysphoria. There was no one person who guided him through - he pieced what he could from as many as he could.
Never going to the same bar twice, he pollinated his ideas through an endless migration through dark alleys and bright clubs, mingling among all those who never watched what he had been taught as normal.
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