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Ripley (RK3-725)

Simulacrum Pilot Female - 35 y/o ? Uses mainly Alternator SMG Works for Vinson Dynamics

Very cheerful and optimistic

Does dumb stuff just for the aesthetics ™

Doesn't remember her past as a human

Likes - Her titan/ Scarfs/ blankets/ colorful things/ Ash/ music Dislikes - Yelling/ Fire/ Waiting Titan - Ronin QT_134 (Pluto)

Has black-orange camo matching his pilot

Very protective of Ripley 

Isn't quick to trust

Ripley is his first and second pilot at the same time

He feels quilty for her death

Story:

If you remember the “Acid” day then maybe you read about the cult of the forgotten god and his cultists looking for messiah. Well, this boy is the messiah. His name is Agran, but he also is known as Ellyan. He is a half elf. His father was a human noble, his mother an elven maidservant. For his entire life his one and only dream was to be a knight someday, and despite racism, despite people who did not wish him well, he managed to earn his sword and his cape and his armour. He was why about his success, but so proud, so happy...

Soon he was assigned to protect a large group of pilgrims, as they were resting on his father’s land.

In the middle of the night, he was captured as many others from the camp by cultists. He was enslaved and tortured, waiting for his turn to be fed, as all of the other slaves, with the liquid flame.

When his turn came up, after months of imprisonment, he wasn’t one to die immediataly after drinking the liquid that burned his throat and his tongue and his lips. When it reached his stomach, it bursted with flame filling his entire body with fire. He fainted and a god of all things dying appeared in front of his eyes. The god opened his huge, burning mouth and swallowed him whole, making him his own, marking him as his messiah.

He woke up days later, in his cell, where he was thrown with many others who lost their mind or fell in a coma or died after drinking the liquid flame. He woke up, filled with rage. His entire body was burning on the inside, hurting like hell. He couldn’t say anything, only grunt with his teeth gritted, jaws clenched because of pain. His back was hurting the most. Like he had raw flesh exposed on his back, that turned out to be... a pair of naked wings, the skin charred, with old blood stains. His body was changed. His blood was no more his own.

The fire filled him with rage. Blinded by pain, blinded by his god’s consciousness, who finally could manifest in this realm, he murdered every person his eyes laid upon. All of the cultists, all of the slaves, even the Prophet, who was the only person who could really hear his god’s words.

He realised what he had done days later, when he again woke up, still stiff with pain and burning from the inside, but his mind clear. He saw all the blood on his hands, saw the cave filled with corpses he created, saw his own blood - now a liquid flame - covering his body, but with no injuries. All of them healed in a matter of hours.

He couldn’t go back home. Not like this. Not with fire burning inside his body, not with crooked naked wings growing from his back, not with a rage that would make him kill half a hundred men in frenzy. He covered himself, buried the bodies and with destroyed mind and soul that was no longer his own, he ran away from that terrible place.

The name of that decapitated head is not important. The one’s sitting behind it, is. This man’s name is Nakan Arhun.

Nakan Arhun means “One who has scales on arms”. He is a Changed One, an abomination, a mutant born with a curse that deforms his body. When he was a child, scales started growing on his arms. Pulling them out doesn’t help, they grow back. They are very sharp and also can rise and tremble like feathers, when he is scared or upset. He can’t control that and that makes any intimate interaction with him difficult, since if he touches somebody with his arm and his scales will rise, that somebody can be scratched.

He serves as a guard of the youngest son of the Red Sun Emperor. A former assassin, who had risen from the dirty streets of city Markhan, located in far south, he was hired to kill the said prince, but ended up captured and given a choice. He could choose either execution for his crimes, or make an oath on goddess’s of afterlife name, obliging him to serve the very person he was sent to kill.

He chose life. He always does. Now he is bound to the young prince named Taid. Forced to obey his every word and to protect his life with his own, or else his own soul will be consumed by goddess’s demons (and he will spend the rest of his life being a vegetable)

To avoid the life as a slave, he started killing.