Net-Navigator of "Jim"

Name: Fissure.EXE
Gender: N/A, but could be called a male
Element: Normal
Subtype: Summon

Appearance: When one first looks upon the face of Fissure, many will be tormented for a long time by visions of an endless, cheerless grin; narrow, unblinking, piercing eyes and a divided, pointed head that seems as though could swallow you whole with little trouble. Some mention the presence of a long, forked tongue appearing when it speaks. The wretched face is complimented by large streams of wild, crimson hair that reach down to Fissure's feet. The hair occasionally moves eratically, almost as though it houses a life of it's own.

Fissure's, serpent-like body is composed of overlapping, hollow, conical, metal cylinders, similar to the structure of a palm tree. These body parts can multiply or retract, which means that it can increase or decrease the length of it's body, so it never has a definite height. These parts are also extremely flexible, allowing Fissure to twist it's figure into uncomfortable-looking poses. The arms and legs follow suit, each segment and limb allowing for complete 360-degree rotation. On it's left hand are three scimitar-like claws, with a fourth opposable talon to allow for grabbing and holding. The right hand takes the form of Fissure's custom weapon "Wild Fortitude". It's right foot resembles a large scythe, whilst it's left looks roughly like a small anvil bearing Fissure's emblem, a round, grinning reflection of it's owner.

Personality: Fissure's oddly pitched voice brings gender into question, strikingly high, yet not effeminate. It's unpredictable nature has alienated it somewhat from other navis, though has never seen that as much of a problem. Pain is an enjoyable experience to it, laughing horribly when injured. It has become tired of self-inflicted scars, instead prefering to antagonise others into fighting it, relishing the wrath of battle. Fissure's thought processes and logic can be extremely difficult to follow, but it always seems to have some kind of hidden agenda. Loves deception and manipulation of any calibre and hates it when a plan falls apart.

Custom Weapon: "Wild Fortitude". A massive blacksmithing hammer. Fissure's emblem is embedded on the face, leaving it imprinted on whatever it hits. Scrawling designs and notes have been etched onto the sides of the hammer, though make little sense to the discerning eye, and the claw at the back also doubles as a small cannon. A small medallion with Fissure's emblem is chained to the hammer's head. Fissure's buster is located in it's head, firing out of it's mouth.

Signature Attacks: (420/460)

Healing Shiv: Fissure pulls a small, silver blade out of it's mouth and stabs someone with it. The target's wounds will begin to heal, including the one inflicted by the shiv. Afterwards, the spirit of the blade projects two images of itself, each able to deflect a single attack. Even if it's power is used, the blade won't disappear until it is directly removed. ((Melee Type + 60 Healing + 2-hit Shield = 120 Points, 3CD))

Sickle Cycle: Fissure jams it's scythe foot down into the ground, leaving only it's leg in view. Several large scythe blades then erupt from underneath the target, rotating at great speeds, similar to saw-blades. (Ground Type + 60 Damage + Blast2 = 120 points, 3CD)

Ghost Walk: Fissure's anvil foot is really an armoured phasing device, causing Fissure to become in corporeal. The device only lasts for a single turn before overheating, where it will turn bright hot. (Self Type + Shadow = 80 points, 2CD)

Soul Lock: Fissure launches a huge, iron key out of it's mouth, impaling the target. The intrusion deals no damage, instead it creates manacles, chains and shackles that clamp onto the target's limbs or respective parts, impairing the target's ability to fight and move. (Shot Type + Freeze + Hold = 100, 3CD)

Blackland Vagabond.GMO: A long, dark, tattered robe enshrouds every detail of Fissure except it's height, covering body, limbs and hair in heavy, black material. A hood also obscures it's face in darkness, bearing Fissure's grinning emblem on the forehead in stark blood-red. Everything inside it is concealed. Everything, except it's wicked smile, which no amount of clothing could possibly hide.