Geros

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[Géros Mágos]

Temp Background:

Time was endless, but it was also annoying to Géros . Constantly it moved, yet there was never enough of it. Not for work, and for sure never enough of it to spend with those you loved, and cherished. He, like the rest of his people were ageless now, but he was old enough that it wasn’t always so for him. He remembered the cumulative achievement of his life, which had been designing the nano tech that they had used to modify their bodies. He had spent a long time trying to ensure that technology was refined, and improved. War had helped as it always did with the push to refine, and improve science and technology. However it was also a drain on resources, brilliant minds were lost… whole civilizations had been lost in fact. Their unique contributions, and insights into technology, sciences, the arts, and so much more like ash in the wind.

Of course Géros couldn’t feel a little bitter as he hurried gathering up the tech he needed, wanting to ensure it made it to the planet. The haven they had been fleeing towards with the Ebon Dragon hunting them. He had lost contact with his wife recently, and he wasn’t sure if she had made it to the planet. He had lost his children in this war, and most of his loved ones. She had been all he had left the last remaining tether for him. Yet he didn’t know if her ship had made it to Terra or not. That worry ate at his soul, so he did what he always did: he poured himself into his work. As the father of nanotech he had been kept busy, and so that helped. It was only in those moments like now when he wasn’t distracted that his mind turned to worry about what had been, what could be, and all the worries that came with it.

Géros Mágos ran down the halls of the ship, as alarms blared, and the ship shook wildly.  He sprinted for the life pods, as he did so the consistent thought of how he was too old for this shit echoed through his mind. Trying to balance the armful of goods he had with him was trying as he was carrying as usual more than he should, the younger crew always teased him about how he had invented nano machines, but he always seemed to carry too much wherever he went.  Géros didn’t mind that teasing, as he knew it to be true, but he also usually had some redundancies of things on him. Yes his nanites could make any tool he needed, but programming them required specific items, and tools. As he reached his life pod, the ship shuttered, and the ship tilted. Géros scrambled to grab a hold of the pod, and as he did so watched in horror as his tools fell away from his hands.  The effort to pull himself into the pod was almost beyond him, and he felt his arms aching from the effort. Panting with effort Géros groaned to himself, as the pod sealed, it was then that he heard the announcement over the speakers, that they had hit the atmosphere, and he sighed in relief. At least they would be reborn.

Géros’s relief was short lived however as the pod shuttered again, and slowly the pod began to fill with a dark metallic liquid. He knew instantly what that was, it was nanites, and he looked around in horror, realizing his pad to control them had been dropped when he got into the pod. He began frantically trying to open the pod. Uncontrolled they were dangerous, and the man knew it better than most, he had made them. The ship shuttered again, he hit his head, and the world faded to black for a moment. Well he thought it had been a moment, yet when he opened his eyes again he was up to his neck in the nanites, and he realized with horror he was going to die. But the world was fuzzy and he soon slipped away from consciousness again, his world a blur of pain, and vague terror.

[Géros Mágos]

Rough Sheet:
Intellect: *****        Might: ****           Presence: ****
Cunning: ***          Dexterity: **         Manipulation: *****
Resolve: **            Stamina: ***        Composure: ****

Inspiration: ***** **
Intuitive: ***       Reflective:***      Destructive: ***

Aim
Athletics **
Close Combat ***  (Spear)
Command
Culture ****
Empathy
Enigmas *****
Humanities
Integrity ***
Larceny
Medicine
Persuasion *****
Pilot
Science ****  (Nanotech)
Survival **
Technology **


Polygot *, Striking **, Highborn *, Artifact *****, Wonderous Item **, Intense Focus *, Iron Will ***, Weak Spots *, Genetically Altered: ****

Gifts: (4)
BELOVED BY THE GODS
NATURAL PHILOSOPHY
PHILOSOPHER’S INQUIRY
UNIVERSAL SPEECH

CHIMERIC TONGUE
AN EYE FOR QUALITY
VAULT OF HEAVEN
OVERTHROW THE GODS
BEHOLD THE SERPENT
THE SHIELD OF AMBROSIA
GODLY AEGIS
LEVITATION
SPEECH WITHOUT WORDS

[Géros Mágos]

+4 Manipulation, +3 Composure - 70
+1 Polygot -2
+1 Close Combat -5
+1 Science -5
+2 Persuasion - 10
+3 Enigmas - 15
+1 Culture 5
+6 Facets - 60
+3 Integrity - 15
+2 Survival - 10
+2 Athletics - 10

Genetically Altered 4 - 8
Wonderous Item 2 - 6
Iron Will 3 - 6
WEAK SPOTS 1 - 2
+3 Artifact  - 6


CHIMERIC TONGUE - 4
AN EYE FOR QUALITY - 4
VAULT OF HEAVEN - 5
OVERTHROW THE GODS -4

BEHOLD THE SERPENT 5
THE SHIELD OF AMBROSIA 5
GODLY AEGIS  5
LEVITATION 5
SPEECH WITHOUT WORDS  - 4


Spent 275

[Géros Mágos]

Géros stood before the gorgeous scene of a setting sun, the colors that swirled before him were stunning, bright pinks, deep reds, and oranges mixed with the blue of the sun and the slowly growing purples that bloomed like flowers before him. The man felt tears growing in his eyes as he studied the image, his nature had him looking for any flaws, or missing details. However as always he ended up marveling at the workings of his wife. She had crafted this holo image of the sunset of the planet they had been married on, and the gift of it had been one of the last he had gotten from her. Living in that memory was… tempting for the old man. He would drown in memories of her if he could. The alarms blaring outside shook him out of his reverie though as the ship likely encountered another group of hostile aberrant forces chasing them. Reality always seemed to crash around him, he groused as he dismissed the image. Still if he was honest it was better this way. Losing himself to memories, and emotions was dangerous and he was well aware of it. The thought of his sons, and daughter dead these long years, centuries, and millennia really haunted him. They lay just outside of his active thoughts, waiting like dogs ready to pound on him the wounded creature before them. By the void he missed them all, at least he had hope that his wife was alive still, hopefully she had made it to Terra.

[Géros Mágos]

Géros stared at the items before him. They were all he had to remember his children by a spear, an amulet, and a ring. Those were all the mementos he had other than his memories. It had been over a thousand years since his son had died, and yet the old man thought of him daily. A warrior so unlike his father, Polemistís had been a brave, and outgoing young man. He had been so like his mother in looks, and temperament. Aberrants had torn him apart, and all that had been recovered was his spear from the battlefield, as was tradition it had been returned to his father after his passing. The amulet was a a beautiful item that shone with brilliance, made of lapis lupus, and the golden metal Oraculum it was his daughters. She had been the treasure of his heart, and his favorite. He had lost her when the ship she was on was destroyed by the Ebon Dragon. The amulet was found among the wreckage. That death pained him more than most as Iereía had gone on that mission instead of him, as he had been pulled back to the homeworld for political reasons. His daughter was his assistant, and had gone in his place to what should have been a routine mission, which of course had been anything, but routine. In those days they had not known much of the foe they faced and her lost haunted him still. Finally there was the ring, his youngest son had been lost when his ship never returned home. It was thought lost, and to be honest Géros assumed is son was dead. He would not speak his name for fear of making it true, but the ring had been the birthday gift he had bought to give his son. Sadly that celebration had never happened, nor would it. Three different items that haunted him with memories of his losses. Tragedy had haunted him over the millennium, loss of his youngest, then his daughter, and finally his oldest. Those losses kept him motivated though, they kept him moving one step after another over the long long years of suffering, and pain. He had sworn he would not forget them, he would not stop till he was sure their losses were worth it, and he intended to make sure humanity survived.

[Géros Mágos]

Géros moved slowly after the others. Most of the scientists, warriors and people on the ship were younger than him, so while he wasn’t unfit, nor was he incapable of moving quickly he found he didn’t move with the speed they did to most things. If he was being critical of himself, something he found more, and more lately in his life, he would probably say it was due to the weariness of the weight of it all upon him. He knew others felt it, how could one not with so much loss, and so little gained. He knew they shouldn’t, nay couldn’t give up. The thought of that angered him, he had seen people give into their despair, and few things angered the old man more than that. Yet the weight of so much death, destruction, fear, sadness, terror, and loss well it had to weigh on anyone. Sometimes Géros wondered what it was all for.

Shaking his head he tried to clear it from the depressing thoughts he had been having lately. He could blame it on the recent anniversaries of his children's deaths, but he knew it was more than that. Still there was not time for thoughts like that. Their ship was the last. They still had work to do, he moved along his AI assistant providing him with information as he went. He had never programmed it to have a visual image, but it had been a gift from his wife, their last before they had parted on different missions. Honestly he should have probably given it something other than a generic appearance, but he didn’t like to think that if he programmed it with an appearance it might end up reminding her of her too much, and he might crawl into his sadness never to come out.

Moving down the hallways of metal of the ship he checked the data pad he had, that allowed him to monitor the Nanites on the ship. As they were a primary functioning item important to many different functions of the ship he had to check their levels, and output often. The ship shuttered as they jumped again. He knew they were trying to flee from the Ebon Dragon and its hounds. Still the ship’s repairs were ongoing, and the damage felt like it was continuous. The stress of battle, the rapid travel, and changes they made to evade their pursuit was taxing on the ship systems.

He shook himself from his gloomy mood, and focused on the work as he did so the Ship shuttered again. Everyone was in a rush to make sure they were ready when they reached Bastion. It was their last hope, other ships had been sent before them, but as was the nature of the world and secrecy of the place. They didn’t know the status of Bastion.  Géros felt a small spark of hope flare as he thought of it, entering his lab to gather his things. HIs wife would be there, hopefully his son as well. All he wanted was to see them one last time, to tell them he loved them to know they were safe. He was so tired.

[Géros Mágos]

Powers:
IT HAS BEEN FORESEEN
OVERTHROW THE GODS
MANTEIA

From Adventure:
TERROR MANIFEST
*FIST OF THE MIND
INTENSIFYING GRIP
*JAVELIN OF WILL
STUNNING PULSE
EVIL EYE