JUMBO

Name: JUMBO

Age: Ancient

Gender: He/Him 

Species: Juggernaut Unit for Mass Ballistics Operations

Occupation: JUMBO was specially designed for defending a target or extermination of targets.

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Character Overview: JUMBO is a large 10ft warforged with a singular, working, red eye. He is wide set and covered in armored spikes. He walks slow, seeking purpose. He is haunted by shadows that grip him tightly as he stares forward and pushes onward. .

Basic Appearance: Cold black metal armors his body and twisted horns crown his head. He covers himself with a tattered cloak that was once a curtain, torn from a shattered window. A long tail drags along the ground behind him, occasionally wrapping around items that grab his attention. His face is a carved skull with sharp teeth, with a second maw hidden beneath. Strange tubing is woven through his body, carrying chemicals through his body, keeping him cool so he doesn’t melt himself alive like a reactor core. One of his arms is torn open, completely exposing the mechanics and wiring below, this arm is also missing its shoulder guard.

Personality: Despite his hellish appearance, JUMBO is gentle and kind. His violent past haunts him and he has chosen to forget his cruelties in hopes that he can make up for everything he’s done. Deep down, he feels that with him not having a soul, it doesn’t matter what he does. Created by hell, but no heaven to go to. He holds onto hope, as that is the only thing he has now. After all, “Hope is the thing with feathers”, so to chilliest land and strangest seas he goes searching, for the thing with feathers.

Strengths: JUMBO is built for strength and defense. With knowledge in various weapons and artillery JUMBO is a born master of war. Physically he is a beast in combat and aims to support and defend.

Weaknesses: JUMBO is very inexperienced socially. Unable to find his words he won’t speak unless asked directly about something. If someone finds it in themselves to shout and berate him about something he did, he becomes a bit of a doormat. Other times, he is victim to his long dormant rage, and the consequences that come from it.

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Skills: Artillery, great axes, great hammers, and great swords are his forte. He does wield a alternating rifle, long range and assault are the psychopomps function. 

Abilities: It isn’t quite magic, but he has the ability to breath fire via a built-in flame thrower. JUMBO’s burning blue core allows him to expel motes from his hands that heal people around him. This healing doesn’t affect him though, he has to manually repair himself.

Weaknesses: JUMBO, despite his programming and design, has structural flaws. Pieces of himself he has torn away and destroyed leaving him open and exposed on one side. With his weight tilted to one side, he can be knocked off his feet and will struggle to rise considering his weight. 

History

The Past:

Long ago, wars were started and soldiers made. He was one of them. A perfect machine built to take lives and tear kingdoms down. This machine was made hastily, thus birthing overlooked flaws. Flaws in programming built the questions, who, what, where, and why. Every wrong action, once more rigged to machines to scrub the code clean. Yet the bug remains, *Who am I* *What am I* *Where am I* and now left with the why. *Why did I do this*

Blood stained rust and fragments of bone beneath claws. A maw forever stained by death. Nightmares drove the soldier far away. Yet heaven was shut so into the darkness he went, vanishing for good. With a question he laid down, “Do androids dream of electric sheep?” So he willed himself to dream and waited patiently.

Current:

Dreams don’t always come to those that wait. With no dream in sight he woke up and wandered. A town full of oddities and strange happenings became a shelter. Some people need a watchful eye. And the evil that created him still exists, and if he can, he’ll put it down.

His playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkrwR3BnHA_kvAYBYVp08iV6fOOgkYfWk