Name: Unknown. Leaves initials "O.Q." during initial meeting w/ Aerowen.
Height: Roughly 18 feet in native form.
Weight: Roughly 3,860 lbs.
Age: Has existed and been trapped in the heart of a dead star for multiple hundreds of billions of years, relative to outside reality. Actual time spent "living" and existing normally, unknown.
Appearance: A large, carapaced jett-black figure. Bipedal, with semi-digitgrade legs terminating in feet which appear "boot" like when the two articulate extremities composing them are drawn together, but akin to cloven hooves or stubby talons/toes when spread apart. Outer surface is glossy and resembles the shell of an insect, but lacks obvious "segments" to the degree of something so comparably primitive as an arthropod. Possesses powerful humanoid arms with hands terminating in three razor-sharp fingers and two opposable thumbs each. Waist is pinched and bug-like, and both hips and shoulders are wide and angular. Hindquarters are hidden by a graceful array of chitinous "feathers" which lends the appearance of coat-tails or a sort of skirt, similar to the tail of a bird, if birds walked upright and were huge vengeful bug-cat aliens. Possesses massive wings; feathers resemble those of traditional known avians, but are stiff and extra-ordinarily strong and sharp. Head can be most closely compared to that of a cat, albiet minus fur, whiskers, and much of any cuteness. Unclear if cranial protrusions are ears or horns. Eyes are yellow and glow to the extent that it is difficult to discern if there is an actual ocular organ, or just a powerful glow eminating from empty sockets. Mouth has no discernible seam or lips when closed, but, when open, reveals tongueless chasm framed with far too many iron-grey, triangular teeth. Eyes are framed by twin flaring protrusions which sit roughly where eyebrows ought to. It's unclear if these are "eyebrows", antenna of the sort found on something like a moth, or a sort of crest.
When summoning energy-attacks, O.Q.'s outline flashes with chaotic bursts of light and current.
Its chest bears an unhealing puncture-wound running through-and-through. It is noticably more sensitive to attack around the wound. It often stores the spear IN this wound. Pragmatism is more than universal, it seems.
Powers and abilties: -Shapeshifter, capable of mimicking the physical structure of objects or physical entities it has observed or can invision. Cannot mimic complex mechanical structures accurately. Ability akin to clay molding to a shape. Whatever shape it takes, it bears a wound across its breast.
-Exists at a perpetual st8 of absolute zero; it completely eschews heat on a structural level. Thermal energy does not "stick" to it, leaving it perpetually colder than ice. It is a cold-spot wherever it goes.
-Capable of rapidly processing and assimilating information from both organic and synthetic terminals; to it, a terminal is anything containing data.
-Not composed of familiar particles or structured like known matter. Closer to a swarm of charged subatomic matter with a singular intelligence than a living creature. Capable of shifting, melting away, reforming, slipping through tiny gaps, flattening into a razor-sharp sheet of matter one molecule wide and slicing through things and people, and pretty much anything else an imaginative being with no fixed form ought to be capable of. Does not bleed, but will leak whisps of black dust when damaged, until the component mass recovers and re-intigr8s.
-Lacks a "life-force" or soul, in the traditional sense. There is a cunning mind, and there is a sort of raw, furious, almost poltergeist-like psychic presence, but whatever "O.Q." is, it is not a living thing.
-Its unnatural presence is palpable to anyone in its immediate vicinity. It is alien in the truest sense; Deceptively semi-humanoid figure and ability to mimic language and behavior aside, it is from another epoch of reality. It is not meant to be here. It is older than the stars and its designs are colder than the vacuum between them. It is not meant to be here, it is not meant to be here, it is not meant to be here.
-Capable of flight at extreme speeds via wings, even in vacuum.
-Capable of teleporting places it has seen or can see.
-Capable of dividing total mass in order to utilize one or more smaller forms; has limits to how effectively it can control multiple avatars at once, suggesting its singular consciousness is relatively traditional, at least.
-Capable of moving limbs and body short distances (ie, flash-stepping, swinging weapon or shifting body) so quickly that a sort of after-image is left behind. This suggests that "O.Q." is moving at speeds which far surpass the luminal barrier in these moments.
-VERY strong, when focusing on tensing aggregate mass to direct force without give to body-structure.
-No signifciant response to extreme heat or cold; raw kinetic force and other forms of violent, directed energy appear to cause discomfort and disrupt actions, but little else. Overwhelmingly powerful attacks seem to damage and "stun", causing the affected area to disintegrate into black particul8s similar in consistency to smoke, dust, or fine sand.
-Very resilient. Disrupted matter will gradually seek out more of its like, until physical form is re-established. It appears to be most vulnerable to arcane energy, including demonic and holy powers.
-Enhanced senses. Sense of smell not restricted to particles in air. Detects "scent" of wave and particulate radiation in surroundings.
-Frighteningly apt fighter. While the martial-arts is utilizes in acrobatics and spear-fighting are not familiar, it is clear O.Q. moves with practiced grace and discipline. Its body is as much of an instrument as any power it wields. It learns by watching, and assymil8s all experiences into its internal library of possible responses to a given situation.
-Stylish as skreeonk. Just. Really skreeonking graceful and dapper as enormous, murderous eldritch monsters go. Always makes sure to look gr8 in any other form it shifts to. Just. Really. A stellar sense of style. Even takes care with its handwriting.
-Capable of channeling powerful energy-blasts which implode the geometry of space which they occupy via warping gravitational forces with extremely violent and heavily modul8ed electromagnetism. Anything which occupies the area of the blast will have its component mass crushed down to a small array of points extremely violently. Even indirect hits or proximity is extremely dangerous. The imploded matter and energy caught in the area of effect flies apart violently the instance it ceases to be effected. These blasts can be as small and simple as a linear jet from an out-stretched hand or directed glare, or as massive and complex as a snaking web of energy-tendrils spanning the gap between worlds and capable of encircling a star. The scale of destruction possible with this energy cannot be overstated. It isn't a world-breaking power, it's a star-breaking power and then some. This is the most awesomely destructive power in the thing's aresenal, but it is also the most relatively energy-draining to use to its full extent, and not typicalły a first resort in single combat.
-Draws power from its weapon, somehow. The closer to its spear it is, the more powerful it is. The further away in reality, the more its stamina seems to have limits, and its abilities lessen. The relationship seems to be mutual.
Weapons: Possesses an onyx spear, tapered to a perfect point at either end. The spear seems to be entirely unbothered by pretty much everything, which is to say that it does not break, melt, fracture, crack, rust, corrode, freeze, or even BEND significantly. The spear also has the unfortunate habit of channeling the energy of every movement it has ever made, ever impact it has ever absorbed, and every blow it has ever delivered. Via the will of its wielder, it can release ENORMOUS blasts of kinetic energy in the direction the spear is swung or stabbed. These blast are powerful enough to disintigr8 a planet with raw force easily, blast a hole through a star, and even disrupt dimensional barriers. There seems to be no limit to the rapidity or extent to which its power can be utilized. Works most effectively through impact with a medium, but can move through empty space as well, covering distance almost instantaneously. It seems to share a symbiotic relationship with its original owner. The closer it is to its true master, the more potent its power, and in turn, its master's power waxes with its own. Further away, its power is reduced, but so is its murderous owner's. If it is used by another for a long enough time, the bond will begin to shift.
Backstory: Wait and see.
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