NetNavi
Name: Research Experiment Sigma Nickname: Res
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Type: Recover
Appearance: Where to start, Where to start.
Alrighty
First off, he is hunched over like that shady person you see in dark alleyways waiting to either sell you stuff or rape you. Take your pick. The hunch is almost as bad as a genetic malfunction but it is completely natural just his posture being horrible. Wearing a heavy dealer's coat, it contains all of his various "enhancements". His top hat (That is right I said top hat) is always on fire at the top, as if to signify his burning desire to get the most perfect stuff. The elegant blackness of it highly contrasts the shady dealer's appearance. Underneath the dealer's jacket is a jumpsuit like most other navis, however it is completely random. By that, I mean its color changes by the very second; I would call it a chameleon if it actually stayed one color for more than 1 second. However, no, it is multi colored as if a splash of paint was sprayed upon it second after second with multiple colors. His feet are pretty unremarkable except for the whole, except for the large amounts of smoke exhaled from them, some would assume it's because of the FIRE type that he is, others have their doubts.
His face has this worn out appearance, bags under the eyes that only TRUE sleep deprivation can attain. His mouth sloped downward as if it's impossible to smile, and yet he does which only adds more disturbing things to his appearance.
Personality: Being the result of Levran's many many research projects, Res is well, screwed up in the head. He doesn't act like he's on drugs, but he can't help but share his creators massive obsession with research, from viruses to the effects of enhancements on them and other navi's. His goal? Create the best damn stuff out there for the net. His method? Testing on viruses and/or navis.
Quick to react to a possible specimen it makes him quite overeager, some would say reckless and careless, while others would say enthusiastic and coldly calculating.
Lastly but not leastly, he's quite prone to random outbursts, it's believed by Levran that it's because of the attempt to mesh together so much research data, but either way they are sometimes comical and sometimes just stupid, the appearance of these outbursts is irratic at best.
Custom Weapon: A kitchen knife sized Surgical cutting tool. The tool is your standard surgical cutting tool sized to be used like a knife for those sticky extractions, useful for data separation. Also can be used as a lever, don't ask me how.
Signature Attack:
Angel's dust
Damage- ZERO
Debuffs- Confusion
Nerfs- Sacrifice
Total points- 80!
TCD-2
Description:
Res takes it upon himself to liberate his stomach of all it's data contents from his testing, in the form of a catalyst for FIRE. The red bile leaking from his mouth all the time is finally realized as it covers the opponent in a vile color, then taking a match and a sprayer out of one of the pockets in his magical dealer's jacket, he then sprays the victim and thusly lights it on fire. The "chemical" essence seeps into it, robbing its mind of all processes. To celebrate this new awakening of a comrade, Res then does the Circular dance of Success, something that is rather funny to watch and funny to be in Or so witnesses have been told at least.
Other Notes about RES: He loses 1 hp per turn thanks to a rather putrid data bile building up in his stomach and leaking out