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Member
Name: Beeswax
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Class: Human
Relationships: Family or otherwise.
Role: Low-life
Personality: A wonderful specimen of sloth, Beeswax cares a rats-ass about another other demigod, god or human. Some would call it psychopathy, but the truth is, he's just apathetic. He dominates his actions with brutality, with his imposing figure a symbol of fear. With a permanent sleepy gaze, he peruses the world with an effortless gait. He only cares, ever so slightly about automatons. They are the backbone of his plans; raised by solely him to be extensions of himself. He holds a healthy respect for their strength and destructive properties, and a contrasting, slight, motherly love for them, having raised them himself.
Beeswax has a keen, cutting and critical mind. He is strongly passionate towards the construction of automatons. He models automatons, designing them under the figure of gods, with a goal of enabling them demi-god like abilities. He is ambitious in his goal, and ruthless in its execution. If you touch his bots, he'll cut you.
Appearance: 6'1", large and overbearing, he stands at nearly a head over most. He's built like a tree-trunk, his every-day automaton work requires him to utilise machinery, and make repairs upon his automatons. He's quite frugal, but his ambitious ventures serve to deprive him of most cash.
His face is broad, bearded, but shaven to be just across the chin. The beard is bushy, and well-kept. Upon his nose are small spectacles, bi-focal. These glasses allow reading, as well as to fix his farsightedness. His eyes are brown, with bushy eyebrows crowding above. His hair is ordered, ina clean black hair-style emphasising utilitarianism. His work is commonly dirty, cuasing these once-refined features to appear quite grubby after a day of work.
He wears a cotton shirt, or simply a rough blue-cloth work clothes. On a colder day, he typically wears a long-sleeved cotton shirt, sometimes with a light-fabric vest. Beeswax wears a pair of steel-toed boots, nearly everywhere, to avoid injury to his feet when working with machinery. In more professional circumstances, he may choose to wear dress shoes. He wears plain tartan trousers or just leather mostly, quite commonly with a belt.
While within the Moon-Level, he chooses to wear ceramic plates just under his clothing, in pouches. This enables a breakable barrier between him, and gunpowder weaponry.
Gear: Utilises a powerful crossbow, and an estoc. Ceramic plates, strapped to his vest (not always equipped), able to take 1 musket round, or two rounds from a flintlock.
Combat Skills: Strong. Possesses a keen intellect.
Weaknesses: Slow, not the most athletic man
Far-sighted, without glasses has difficulty seeing
Other Skills: Automaton construction, engineering, repairs and early-age development. Experienced in close-quarters combat. Studious, and interested in the development of electric automatons.
Bio: Birthed from a middle-class, leaning upper-class family, with old-money. Inherited in his early 20s, due to the death of his parents. His childhood was uneventful, showing a keen drive towards Automaton construction at a young age. This developed when he pursued higher education, in which he solidified his understanding of automatons, along with his frequent experimentation. He originally pursued an academic career, following his leaving of university.
This career fell flat, following disastrous results under a grant towards the experimentation of electrically-powered Automatons. This caused his name to be tarnished, and left him to pursue a differing career. He pursued engineering for a while, under a larger company, before splitting off and developing his own, private company, specialising in the construction and training of security automatons, making a decent living, before being forced out due to competition.
He lives alone, in a small home, surrounded by his own automatons. Beeswax is slowly running dry of money, leading Beeswax to seek nefarious means to put money in his pocket.
Additional Info: Commonly has a cold, weak immune system. Lives off old-money, which is running thin. Not rich by any means.
 
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