Monolith

Name: Monolith

Age Died: ???
Punk Age: 5 Years
Mental Age: ???

Gender: They / Them / Him
Race: Stitchpunk
Other names: Mono

NATURE
Mannerisms: fidgets sometimes, looks around a lot, very hands-on
Motivations: Adores new faces, and gifts, finding strange new things
Flaws: Can be a bit rough with communication, he cannot speak
Talents: Is able to make certain small things, sometimes helpful, sometimes not
Hobbies: Observing, sleeping, wandering

Personality Type:
A very shy giant that prefer's to observe than approach sometimes. They occasionally fear that they might hurt those smaller than them, which is why they don't
often allow physical interaction. They enjoy being around those that do not fear him, and will protect them at all cost. Believe it or not they actually do adore hugs
but will not return with one for fear of crushing the other, that is, unless they become too emotional.

Which speaking of, they're emotions fluctuate frequently. Probably due to the two souls within them.

POWERS
Is abnormally strong and quick
Prefers instinct instead of smarts sometimes

SOCIAL
Occupation: Wanderer
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Possession: His Blue Cloak
Favorite Weapon: None, doesn't like fighting unless it is play fighting

HISTORY
Creation Day: X/XX/19??
Education: Self-Educated

Background
Mono awoke within an underground mine-shaft, inside a briefcase, which he made quick work of with his claws after a while. His surroundings bland aside from two corpses, he sought light, and eventually found the outside. His memories are flawed, as he recalls certain events in history, but just barely to the point it's not much to go on. He has no mark for a name, so when he finally first approached a stranger in blue, they decided to call him Monolith, or Mono for short.

Mono enjoyed this strangers company, despite not being able to read or write or speak, they wandered for quite a while until they were attacked and separated by a pack of beast. Mono fought for his life but by the time they made it to his friend it was too late.

Mono spent what time he could to harvest the body, as morbid it might be, the blue limbs and cloak he has are his memento's to his friends honor. And in a way, their spirit has stayed with Mono since.

He continues to wander, and learn along the way.

FAMILY
None

FRIENDS
None

CURRENT
Wandering the emptiness