Appearance:
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Name: Matrix Kyma
Nicknames: Matri, Rix.
Age: Because of how much he fucked up his own quantum existence, his age is very hard to determine.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Asexual.
Marital Status: Single.
Height: 6'4".
Build: Slim but well toned.
Species: Superhuman/Quantal [Quanta Sapien]
Rank: Ex-Quantal, Wanted Criminal.
Family: ?
Occupation: Tinkerer on his own time.
Personality: Again, due to how much he fucked with his own quantum existence, he's become a little... Unstable. He's often distracted, and it's really hard to get his attention. He's usually quiet, but that's because he's nearly always taking in quantum data and absorbing information about his surroundings. He's been described as eccentric, annoyingly illusive, simply weird, and due to his lack of understanding of human behaviour and social constructs, awkward and even rude, although he doesn't mean to be rude; he doesn't know better. He's not exactly the most trustworthy, but he doesn't find that to be a problem, as he doesn't really trust anyone. He's solitary and avoids people most of the time, mainly because they're confusing, exhausting and could very likely be after his head.
Biography:
Born into a world of insane technological advances and an odd focus on everything other than what allowed such contraptions to exist, he found himself surrounded by ambiguities and contradictions at a very early age. When one is born to a genealogical line of those of heightened awareness, they easily become in touch with the universe. Thus, he tried to find something, anything, to explain what he experienced, what he felt, his innate connection to his surroundings.
One night surfing the surprisingly still-living Deep Web at the fickle age of five, his prodigal skills in the field he did not know the name of yet, brought him to a word he had never once heard before. A term wiped from the dictionary, a forbidden noun.
Science.
The very word itself released a torrent of a heightened sense of ecstasy, a rush of esotericism brought on by the melodic hissing of the letters that were created through such a magnificent collection of… Symbols. Random symbols associated with sounds by man centuries–millennia ago, and yet they were capable of greatness, of catching the young lad’s breath in his throat.
The holograms reflected off his obsidian irises, giving a blue tone to his pale features, drawing him in, the most alluring types of information filling his mind at such speeds he had not known he was capable of achieving. Exactly like an amazingly advanced quantum computer, his mind absorbed data and stored it within the fractions of the most accurate form of a second; the vibrations between the nucleus and the lone, outermost electron of the atom of Caesium, the time elapsed between every 9,192, 631,770 cycle of transitions.
Yes, his brain was fast.
Which was why he was targeted by the government.
Lured in by promises of “achieving a higher existence for a greater cause”, the promise of all the scientific knowledge he could ever ask for, he willingly went with the men in black Elifanzium suits, without a single clue that he was being turned into a mere tool for them to keep their knowledge contained within the higher circles of those in charge.
Subjected to severe, agonising, excruciating pain at a very young age, the boy had become jaded, losing his sanity without much of a struggle. He was truly the perfect subject, sustaining incredible amounts of suffering before he even neared the dark edges of unconsciousness. His mutations went successfully after months of such subjugation to turmoil, giving him access to natural stem cell creation and turning his perception into something much… Much more.
It was rare but accomplishable. His vision, enhanced to degrees beyond comprehension, could see what had been previously impossible to observe. The quantum world opened up before him without much resistance, and suddenly… He knew everything.
His eyes had lost their dark colour then, turning into that bright, luminescent opal blue they were now. He was trained to become a biological weapon, gaining strength in all ways possible. He became what was known as a Quantal–an officer of the law capable of controlling the quantum world and altering dimensions as well as being immortal–subtitled a Portalist, as his individual ‘gift’ was creating those. He was bestowed with a laboratory to tinker and create, bringing to life his Photonic Molecules pistols, as well as various types of lasers with extremely precise control over their internal structures, as well as the electromagnetic pulses and beams they released.
But what they had not anticipated was his rebellious nature.
When he had turned sixteen–although his age was beyond true measurement due to how often he traversed the cosmos and went into time-dilated situations–he abandoned them with no wish to return. He had planned, little by little, everyday, his means of escape. Once he finally did it, he went into his exoplanetary underground hideout and began forcing new mutations in himself. He had been unhinged a long time ago, thus it was not uncharacteristic of him to exhibit mad scientist behaviour. He forced the rapid production of stem cells–with control over such production–and began crafting, from scratch, clones of his mortal shell. With the technology he had at his disposal, he created multiple copies of the exact current state of his consciousness and inserted them into his clones. Once he had an army of himself, he released them into the multiverse of Principia Steina and initiated the Interconnectedness Experiment. It was successful, and he became a collection of awarenesses that culminated into one enormous non-physical entity. He found himself comparable to the gods he had learned about in school. It was not a bad comparison, for gods were only based on the deepest wishes of mortals.
Now he was the true ‘Superior’ rather than an ‘Inferior’, as the Quantals were referred to. He was a god.
And yet, he was being pursued by his ‘creators’.
With his skills, he was impossible to capture. Thus, to this day, he remains free.
Combat:
Weapons: Two Photonic Molecules pistols.
Range: Long.
Skills and Abilities: Portalism, Quantalism, Dimensional Manipulation, Photonic Molecules creation, Immortality, Tinkering/Inventing.
Physical Characteristics
Tattoos: The Quantal mark on his left shoulder.
Hair Colour: Greyish blue.
Hair Type: Straight.
Eye Colour: Crystalline opal blue.
