PERSONALITY_

Expyno is a brainiac and proud of it; he is constantly looking into any and all factoids for the sake of his love for learning. However, because he knows so much and tends to flaunt and argue about it, he isn’t very well liked. He has a hard time understanding other people’s emotional and intellectual perspectives, making him, though sympathetic, unempathetic. It sometimes is hard for him to relate to others, as he does not usually understand their problems. He puts a lot of time and love into his conspiracies and theories, and is generally optimistic of the world around him as he’s open to most possibilities that have not been proven false. He spends so much more time understanding the worldly possibilities that he struggles understanding others. He can be a bit of a jerk and is an unapologetic prankster. He knows he is obnoxious and has chosen to accept that as what people see him; he doesn't think he can change, not after so long, and generally does not think that perspective of him will ever go away. So why not go with the flow and be the most annoying person everyone knows? In truth he’s rather lonely…

BACKSTORY_

An outcast. A freak. Weirdo. Accident. Labels Expyno is very used to, but where did they come from? Why does he foster an obsession with the idea of the Empire's deceit, and all the conspiracies that follow? There's time, place, and reason; the time sends us back several sweeps ago when Expyno was but a small child, the place we will visit is a small still-growing city, and the reasons are pharmaceuticals, politics, and money.

It started off as flu-like symptoms. Headaches. Coughing. But then it worsened. Hundreds of people dropped like flies. The streets were filled with the rancid stench of death. Fear and paranoia ran rampant. Violence broke out over the smallest of things. People couldn't find the cure to this virus, and it made them grow restless. This illness would spread to neighboring cities, devolving civilians to territorial animals in the wake of survival. People looked to their leaders for help, whome were all more than happy to play the role of support without actually lifting a finger-- that is, not until the politicians achieved what they wanted. What use was control over a land divided? What use was power when you had rivals? Carefully cherry picking the victims, people continued to die while the rich got richer. When all was said and done, a cure was provided, the dictators pretending to save the day while flexing their power.

Where does Expyno fit into all of this? He didn't. He was just a child when all of this happened. He watched his friends die. He watched as the cities burned. He had walked the very streets where hundreds of bodies were piled, burned. He got sick himself, once; a rare survivor. But where had he gotten the notion that this was nothing but politics? For a child, such an accusation shouldn't be heard of; yet, he found the truth his very own way. Ever a curious Troll, he snooped and scavenged what he could to survive, and once had been found by one of the political leaders themselves. He was given shelter and food and warmth-- of course, when you're trying to appease the masses your controlling with invisible thread, you must look the part. It was a large house, with many rooms and many things to look at. Expyno had found his way by accident to the politician's study, in which he had found compelling evidence. Checks. Receipts. Funding. The child wept over these papers loud enough to be caught, then was sent away to a camp to be studied and disposed.

Scars of the sickness remained upon his back. Terrible rashes, and intricate lines from medical tools, bruises and blood. He tried to convince himself that maybe this was for the cure, but the bitter truth remained that the cure's only purpose as to profit, not to heal for the sake of health and safety. Two sweeps of testing and cruelty late, the politicians win their war. The cure is released. Most test subjects were killed, but Expyno managed to slip through the gates and escape. He tried telling everyone about what happened, but no one believed him. To them, was some just kid coming up with crazy stories. "Weird," they called him. "Freak." Even when he wasn't trying to spread the truth, other people would whisper about him behind his back: look! The kid who survived the plague. Gross. There might be something wrong with him. No no, don't look his direction, he might still be sick. Freak. Loser. Annoying idiot. Expyno may have grown used to this, but it further disheartened him. He had lost too much for the truth to be ignored, but what could he do?

He found a friend he could stand in solidarity with, though. Ashter Faurux, the new kid that everyone bullied for his budding sexuality. He stood up for Ashter, and the two became friends. Bros, even, though Ashter might not be so keen to admit it. Maybe it's because Ashter's too embarassed of Expyno, of the kid rambling about weird government secrets and overly fantastical concepts, to really admit that they're friends, no.. best friends, no! Soul mates? Moirails? Ew. But at the very least, Expyno had promised not to leave Ashter alone, and Expyno's very good at keeping his promises....Sheesh.

PERSEP RHIALI • MATESPRIT

That's his girlfriend, your honor!! That's his partner in crime!! X-Files alien buddies! Touch her and you get bitten!!

ASHTER FAURUX • BROMANCE

Pretty one-sided friendship that's lasted since their childhoods.

CELNES AMIANO • PITCH/PALE

lmao look at these two losers /affectionate