Prototype

In the Adumbral Empire, Scouts are not given names, they are beneath it. But when the body of a particular red one was seized by an underground science facility, she was given a name. The Prototype

The body of The Prototype was badly damaged, entire organs were missing, as well as chunks of skull. The facility had to build a lot of things from scratch to put her back together, leading her to become a full on cyborg. The left side of her head and horn were welded together with metal, garnished with many different buttons and switches. Upon her back was sheets of metal, extruding with a row of 6 boney spikes. Her neck, her *throat* was lined with circuitry, her voice no longer existed. She could not sing, and of all of the things that were stacked against her, it was this that enraged her.

Her own voice was replaced by a radio which she could manipulate to queue into certain stations to attempt to articulate speech, the scientists were impressed at her intellect. But she could not stoop to their level for long, she quickly tired of their poking and prodding, their questions, their demands. After they took her voice from her. No, it was not very much time at all before The Prototype would take her leave, whether the scientists tried to stop her or not.

The Prototype speaks with a stutter, having damaged her new radio controlled voice box in her escape from the facility, among other things. Though it is not very likely that you will get to sit down and have a nice chat with her. Since her escape, The Prototype has flown into a blind fury, fully enraged by the collapse of her colony and the loss of the organs responsible for her to sing in her native key. While also scared, unable to return home, and stuck on the planet that defeated her Empire. Of course, it makes sense to distrust the ones who experimented on you.

The Prototype takes her fury out on near anything that moves in her sight, Spitting acid and stabbing with her robotic tendrils, but she is naturally attracted to music, often playing the humans music through her radio as she torments them. Though normally conniving and sly, in this state, The prototype is simply too angry and scared to think straight, and tends to run headfirst into fights rather than thinking if she would even be able to win it.

It is through the help of Ruthless, Hope, and Rascal that Prototype is able to mourn and accept the loss of the Colony, as well as her native tongue, and find new love in the types of music that humans and Exomen make. She learns how to sing in the ways that these two do, and grows to accept it as her new native tongue. It is also through this debacle that the underground science facility is located and brought under fire, as they had branded one of The Prototype's ears.

The Prototype does not stick around with the humans. She does not live in society hand and hand with them, and prance about in perfect harmony. The prototype is simply calmer, and learning how to exist on her own, as her own creature. She tends to shy away from society as a whole, and nobody really knows where she dwells, if even on this Earth at all. But there are rumors and whispers about her crashing performances, supposedly using her illusions and her voice to steal the show. It is through these stories that it seems apparent that The Prototype has not only learned to love her new voice, but the occasional limelight as well, but don't come looking for an autograph, because just as quickly as she appears, she's once again out of sight.

## Abilities

* TRICKSTER ILLUSION: It is able to create visual and auditory illusions on a whim. Often this is used to give off a perception of being much scarier than it actually looks, but in it's new Earthly home, it is used to mostly fuck with people in order to bide time to run away. It is able to use these illusions to change it's perceived form, but no matter what it does, be it a fake hurricane, or changing itself to be invisible, it will always still be tangible, and its eyes cannot be changed, to remain invisible, it must keep its eyes closed, lest they give it away.
* EYES OF THE SOUL: Its robotic collar often malfunctions, rendering it unable to communicate with Earthlings, if this gets in its way, it can lock eyes with a target, and share memories with it, often, this will get their point across, as well as teaching it things about its target.
* ROBOTIC TENDRILS: Given to it by the ones who brought it back to life, it has a row of retractable robotic tendrils lining its back, each with a sharp hook at the end. They can be extruded a finite length, as well as fully retracted back into the body.
* CAUSTIC SALIVA: The saliva secreted in its mouth is caustic and highly reactive to organic tissue, degrading it almost instantly