Hunted
Male, Hero, Solo,
Cyborg Kit

Strength: Standard
Agility: Standard
Body: Weak
Mind: Standard

Origin: My first memory as a boy is of waking up in total darkness. I was weightless and had no physical sensation. It was as though I had no body at all. Time had no meaning then. I have no real concept of how long I was like that. But, eventually, my senses came to me. First, I gained the sense of touch. There was pressure underneath me; I was lying down. I stood up, feeling a floor under my feet and a table top under my hand as I struggled for balance. Suddenly, I felt cold metal surrounding my arms and I struggled in panic. The bindings overpowered me and I was again on my back, this time unable to stand. Some unknown time later, I began to sense sound... It was almost as though I could hear the whole time but I just couldn't register the sense until that moment. I was terrified up until I detected the voice of a woman speaking to me. "Stay calm, child," she said. "You're back in Habitat now." "Where?" I asked. It was a city, she explained. The world that housed it was an ancient interstellar colony from beyond memory. The planet itself was poisonous to any unprotected human being. I stepped into the planet's atmosphere and nearly died. It was said that my brain was damaged by my exposure, essentially erasing all of my memories.

Personality: I had a dream once, a few days after my first operation. I was a clockwork machine that kept alive a failing human heart. I looked down at that heart and watched it slowly die. At some point, my clockwork parts began to shift and contract into my heart, eventually touching it. They then started to tear it apart and chew it up simultaneously. Blood exploded in every direction and splattered all over my gears. I found out that the beating of that heart had kept the clockwork moving, so that, when the heart was destroyed, my entire body stopped. I woke up with a cold sweat at that point. I was afraid from that time onward that I'd somehow lose my humanity with these surgeries, and die because of it. I'm afraid even now that it might have happened. The only thing I can do is keep living until I'm sure that I'm still really alive.

Ribcage
Superior Reinforced Mech Armor
Only weeks after I began hearing the voice of the nurse, I felt a constant intense pain in my entire torso. It was as though a giant machine was trying to crush my body. She sent for a doctor quickly. "He seems to be growing more quickly that we expected," he said. "Take the boy to OR and have him fitted with an adjustable ribcage." I was conscious through the operation, but my torso was anaesthetised. By a stroke of chance, my sight started working in the middle of the procedure. I looked down at my body and saw that my entire chest was taken out. Inside was and still is a random metallic honeycomb of thin membranes, each one containing some vital organ or another. The surgeons were elsewhere at that moment, probably preparing the replacement, like the doctor said. I used their absence as an opportunity to reach down and touch what I saw. My fingers slid along smooth glass until they reached my heart. It was the only organ that was exposed to the air for some reason, probably to make sure that it kept beating without being impeded by barriers. I felt the life within it pulsing strongly and sending that life into my entire body. I was ecstatic. Then, I felt metal swatting at my hand. The surgeons had come back, their bodies nothing more than spheres studded with thin robotic arms, each with a specialized end for different procedures. Once my own arms were out of the way, the surgeons welded onto my body a new torso, looking identical to the old one. Once the final weld was made, I could feel sensations under my back. When my hand went over where I saw my heart, my chest felt it. I was whole again, in more ways than one.

What am I?
Ultimate Armor Piercing Radiation with Area Effect and Double Damage against Cyborg
The storms were raging especially violently outside the bubble window that day. I sat inside one of the observation studs which line the outer walls of Habitat, an entertainment playing to itself on one of the wallscreens. But I wasn't paying attention to that, more engrossed in the quick yellow whorls dancing around one another in the red clouds above. It was inevitable that I would jump in surprise at the cold touch on my wrist. I looked to my left at my nurse and smiled at her. She hovered a foot above the ground as usual, her pure white wasp-shaped body tapering to a tip on the bottom. When not in use, both of her metal arms would hang rigidly at her sides. The sight of her brought back to me a question that was on my mind. "How did you become like that?" I asked her. "What do you mean?" "Why do you look like you do while I look like I do?" Her passive metallic face looked out into the clouds for a few seconds before she answered. "When I was a girl, I still had the same general shape as you have," she began. "When I was to become a nurse, my body was changed to best fit the role. To fill your role, your body was modified less than the bodies of most in Habitat." "What is my role?" "Eventually, you'll be told that you're a Hunter. When you grow up, you'll go out into space to other worlds to seek out dangers to Habitat and its citizens. You'll have the same responsibilities as the Sentinels that sit in the storms to protect us from anything that might hurt us." I pondered that as I looked outside again at the Breeching Wall dotted with millions of metal shells welded onto it. Inside each shell was a human being whose body was modified for exactly that task.

You tell me so
Ultimate Closed Mind
After I finally left the hospital, the doctors gave me what they called friends. More to the point, they were meant to be a support group, people like me who lost their selves in the storms of our world. It still seemed wrong, though... There were too many of us. Everybody who I met was designated as one of the doctors' "friends". There was never really anybody I met who didn't have the same injury as my own. I knew that they were lying, that they were holding something back. I'm still sure that I never stepped into the atmosphere and that I was never injured. It was an excuse, I think, so that they could begin the modifications on our bodies. No other explanation could fit what I had seen.

Immunity: Radiation
I escaped Habitat long before its leaders would grant me the title of Hunter. I left aboard a transport belonging to outsiders who never saw the inner workings of the city and who probably wouldn't believe it if they knew what happened inside. My Hunter form was identical to the shape of the people I roomed with for the week in transit to another star system. Since then, other Hunters followed me and tried to kill me with the same weapon that was given me. A weapon so powerful that the bodies of Hunters, I found out, had to be specially treated in order to keep it from harming the organs inside. I haven't yet been caught, but I know that, one day, it will happen. In the meantime, I just try to stay alive.