An artificial human made of Ruby Kyanite. The fifth and final in a set of prototypes, there were a few flaws in His construction: chiefly that His heart is on the wrong side.

Created and trained under the pretense of being a combat medic, He eventually learned that He and His brothers were disposable prototypes; proof of concepts for technology that would eventually be used to create legions of artificial soldiers.

When His creators realized what the medics had learned, they set out to shatter the five of them and start again. One by one His brothers were disposed of—but He survived by turning on His creators and killing them first.

Grief-stricken and betrayed, Hy vowed then and there that Hy would never allow another construct like Hymnself to be made; no one would suffer like Hy did ever again. Carving out a heart-shaped hole in Hys chest and leaving it amidst the wreckage, Hy gave Hymnself a new name and purpose: Hy was Fiore, Judgement itself, and Hy was going to ensure that every last person involved in Hys creation would burn.

Personality

Fiore is a misanthrope. No ifs, ands, or buts about it—or so He says. While His distrust of and hatred towards humanity comes from very real feelings, Fiore is someone who exaggerates—even weaponizes—those feelings to keep others away from Him. He is, figuratively and literally, always armed: His casual, brazen flirting, His , even His God Complex, all of them are defense mechanisms. His caustic personality isn't a facade, to be clear. He is crude and caustic and often violent. But He is not only those things. The face He puts outwardly is lie of omission. Beneath His matted outer layers, Fiore can be fiercely loyal, deceptively intelligent, and more than anything else— kind.

Don't say that out loud, though. He'll get huffy.

Sincerely, though, it won't sit well with Hymn. Hys opinion of Hymnself flipflops between prideful self-aggrandizing and seething, spitting hatred. Hys god complex stems from Hys belief that Hy cannot be understood, at a fundamental level, by humans. Hy insists upon being different from them in a way that only twists the knife. In the same vein, Hy tends to bristle at the idea of someone understanding him, challenging them to prove it or simply pushing them away. There’s an edge to how Hy talks about Hymnself, layers of steel and poison that attempt to draw the listener’s resentment instead of their understanding—or, god forbid, their pity.

Design Notes

• If He's dressing Himself, he will never wear a shirt. He keeps ripping them.
• Has multiple rows of teeth, like a shark.
• The cavity in His chest is heart shaped and reveals jagged chunks of crystal, a la a geode.