JaxCats
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"Long ago, there was a powerful group of people, who sat peacefully in the valley of a kingdom. They all harnessed powerful abilities, that lead to many wanting not only their heads, but their power. Years went by, battles came and went, but suddenly, it all ended. A strong demon who tortured and raided and hurt and corrupted was finally brought down to his knees, and then, was vanquished. All was peaceful in the village, and the people were free to live how they wanted.
However, one man received too much power. Taken into the group, healed and helped, he aspired more than to travel and sit back. The power he once held was ripped away, never to be returned. Now, however, he gained new power, more than he ever imagined, but had only a small group to control with. He aspired for more, and branched out. Who had one been the hero now became the villain, treacherous, malicious, and deceiving. His actions displeased many, and hurt even more, only to happen when good intentions turn sour.
There was a great battle to stop him. Two women, one with the creation of dark for good, the other with destructive, terrifying power used for benevolence, went forth to brave his fury. The battle was long fought, destructive with power beyond compare. The end result was something no one is quite sure what happened. The Man no longer holds reign, but if he is dead, well, there is no solid evidence. Worlds, dimensions all around are in a peril due to his play, and the community, the people in the village, have all dispersed. Vanished, it seems.
The two women were never heard from again."
Cold. Hot. Wet. Dry. It was all mostly the same for Sumaria. The elemental affects had no change on him.
An android. That's what he was. A bunch of mechanics, wiring, robotics all put into one body that was in some way supposed to become part of the 'super-human' race. He was supposed to resemble a human in body structure, but facial? He wasn't quite sure. All of the humans he saw usually wore goggles and masks and other objects that obstructed their facial structures. The others, he saw, were all androids, but... Not quite. As far as he saw, he was the most intelligent. He had different wiring, one that enabled him to think, speak, react as a human would. Well, with different conditions, of course.
Technically Sumaria wasn't even a 'he'. What he managed to conclude was that he used to be someone(was it a human? Possibly. He wasn't sure), and that in his past, he was, in fact, a male. What he wasn't too sure of what his name was. 'Sumaria' is just what he had been called ever since the scientists tested him out. After he became more independent. After he escaped from the lab. He didn't like the scientists, but didn't have the creative ability to found a new name for himself, so Sumaria stuck with him.
He also concluded that he should probably not wear his 'skin' out and about. So, he'd found a cloak, adapted it, found someone it fix it up, and bam. It covered his head and, well, most of his body. Only the yellow glow of his round opticals was visible from under the hood of the cloak he wore. He also wore arm guards, gloves, boots too-big, some sort of armored shirt and pants to blend in more. As for weaponry, well... All he had was a staff. Nothing much but a jagged end that he was sure one time or another was something beautiful. He'd took it off a body he found, and he discovered it was very sturdy, and good enough for whacking with.
He traveled alone in the land of Barbadissia, city ruins all around him. There wasn't much of anybody else, really, that he had seen. The ones he had seen were either inhuman, or the human ones had their faces covered, and usually didn't stick around along(unless they were trying to kill him, in which Sumaria usually succeeded in escaping or driving them off). He wasn't sure if he felt lonely, or worried, or anxious or-- Or anything for that matter! Considering how close to human he was, he was sure it was emotions and different feelings he was receiving, but he wasn't sure what they were. Didn't know which feeling was what, and if it--
He froze, picking up a sound. It sounded like... Maybe crumbling? Like debris being shifting. It sounded careful, so he knew it wasn't an animal. However, he also heard slightly labored breathing. Maybe... Someone was injured? Or was digging for something. Or was trying to plot a trap. Whatever it was, curiosity(was that the word?) drew Sumaria forth to go investigate. He turned, walking towards the tall, crumbled building, and peered around the corner to see who it was, and what was going on.
