Archimedes Noxt

"Do not be fooled by the smokescreens and rumours. Noxt exists, as any who have seen the remains of his victims can attest."
–From the journals of Inquisitor Felroth Gelt: 778.M41
Legends exist even among the criminal networks of Calixis:
the Overscum Quorum of Praxilla, who rule the spires from
the bottom of the hives; the Flit-Runner League, who can
move anyone to any planet, no questions asked and never
intercepted; Qeel D’ait, the shadowman whose gelt-throne
was bought with a thousand-thousand kills. And then there is
Archimedes Noxt, creature of solitude but hidden operator of
countless gang networks, faceless and invisible to his minions
except for odd messages and even odder messengers---and
unknown to almost all, a mutant of the highest degree.
Imperial records have no record of his planet of birth or
true identity. Most intra-system Arbites Judges know him only
as a criminal of the worst kind, to be captured, interrogated,
and executed (preferably in that order). The Ordo Hereticus
know more of course; he has been operating in Calixis for
many generations under a variety of names and faces, a byproduct
of his unique mutation.
Noxt’s flesh is unstable, growing necrotic and falling in
clumps as the tissue expires. The only way he can stave off
total decay is by replacing the carrion with new flesh, ripped
fresh from living humans and implanted where the dying
tissue existed. His body can accept entire masses of tissue,
including internal organs, limbs, and skin. While the process
is extremely painful and it takes time for the new tissue to
meld, it does allow him effective immortality. His appearance
can vary wildly, but is oftentimes a revolting patchwork of skin
tones and musculature even though he attempts to seek
similar replacements. As he cannot replace flesh until it begins
to decay, he is sometimes forced to exist with legs of differing
lengths, eyes of differing colors, and the like. For these
reasons, he normally wears very loose clothing, long gloves,
and a wide-brimmed hat to cover his often disturbing visage.
Noxt keeps his mutation hidden from all, and has killed
without hesitation if any of his allies have even suspected
he is not entirely human. Knowing he already has some
Inquisitorial attention, he does not want to run the risk of
betrayal---even some of the crimelords he deals with have
puritanical views on the mutant threat. Those closest to him
are led to believe he is either a messenger from the real Noxt
or simply an unfortunate opportunist recovering from a brutal
assault.
No one knows how long Noxt has truly been operating
in the Calixis Sector, and it is likely Noxt himself has either
forgotten or cannot remember the years gone by. Certainly he
is insane by any standard definition of the term, utterly amoral
and capable of the most heinous acts; in order to survive, he is
willing to perform any act or butcher anyone he finds.
It is possible that in previous incarnations Noxt was a
righteous citizen or even a hero. For now, however, Noxt is
certainly no saint and is responsible for some of the most
insidious if not outright heretical criminal activities in Calixis.
With the only constant to his features being his grotesque
collage of patchwork flesh, even genetic or morphic scans
are unreliable at best. He is the dark stain throughout the
sector, hidden behind myths and underhive legends even
as he creates new ones to better cloak himself. Most who
encounter him never know who they face, and those who do
know rarely live to tell of it. It is believed that he may in some way be linked to a hidden heretical group within the Hippocrasian Sect known as the Caste Necrosis.