Erastatz

[Dayze]

EON;;HEARTLESS;;ZERO
Erastatz Blankovitch(Eh-ruh-stats Blawn-ko-vitch)

AGE
14
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Keytoy
ALLEGIANCE
Lao

RANK
Troop-Scout//Looked upon as a Private

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APPEARANCE
Portrait--Detailed Pic. of Outfit
Erastatz has a mop of dark, grayish blue-green hair. Teal. It spikes up at the sides, giving him a natural, troublemaker appearance. It is easy to manage and to fix, when he bothers with fixing it, despite the layers. His face is somewhat round, tapering to a slightly pointed chin. Most of his face is covered by the large fringe of his hair. Standing out against his light-toned skin is his sapphire blue eye, the color of the ocean. Ultramarine, it is often seen sparking with rebelliousness. His left eye, however, is a crimson red with flecks of orange, orange-red, and gold--like fire. A long scar cuts down through it, going from his eyebrow to his cheek. He wears a black eye patch over it, so not many people know of the odd colored eye.

Around his neck, Erastatz also wears a red scarf with the two ends hanging behind him. The edges are rather ragged, but it is over alll still intact. He wears a jumpsuit like outfit which is a dull shade of bluish violet--it's near dark gray, or black. His shoulders both have guards on top of the fabric, being naturally part of the outfit. While the sleeves are short, the bare part of his arm is covered in a sort of sleeve, slightly lighter in color. His gloves are the same color as the rest of his suit though. They, too, also have a guard, one piece on his forearm and another on his hand. The piece on his hand have four pointed tips, like claws, making his punches all the more dangerous. Mostly hidden under his scarf is a another guard-like piece, which ends at his chest. The shirt is also somewhat like a jacket, with part of his chest bare, but held in place by four metal braces, which would keep blades from slicing right through him. However, bandages cover most of his skin there, also hiding a large scar from a burn.

Erastatz also wears a build, with a skull-shaped buckle. A piece of ragged dark cloth hangs from there as a kind of "cape". His pants are the same color as the everything else. They are quite baggy, though at knee height they are tucked into a pair of boots. Two large, jet black wings protrude from his back, around the shoulder area. With a total wingspan of about 14 feet, he usually keeps it tightly folded in. On his neck, just a bit under his jawbone, there is the mark of the Lao*, blood red in color, differing from the usual black tattoo. He does his best to cover it with the scarf. Unlike an ordinary Lao tattoo though, it also has a few properties of an electric collar. It can release massive amounts of electricity through his body, or just burn searingly hot.

Not only that, but under the bandages around his torso, he has no real heart, literally speaking. Instead he has a synthetic one** in its place, though it doesn't need to pump like normal one does to circulate blood. In short, Erastatz doesn't have a heart beat.
PERSONALITY
HEADSTRONG--

Erastatz doesn't back down easily, and hates having to do so, thinking its a sign of giving in. While it may get annoying at times, he's a bit hard to persuade and convince, especially when his mind is already made up--kinda like talking to a brick. Then again, bricks don't go along with what you say as a way to make you shut up; which he does when he doesn't have time to argue about it. On the other hand, he will do things with a steely resolve, most of the time putting his all into it. Very determined, you might say.
"There's nothing you can say or do that can change my mind, so stay out of my way."

INDEPENDENT--

As you may have guessed, he detests being looked down upon as weak and helpless, and it isn't true. He rarely ever asks for help, nor accepts it. When he does, you can bet that it's something serious, usually revolving around dying. Nothing petty like opening a pickle jar. He tries his best to seem tough and hardy. Erestatz also tends to keep to himself rather that interacting with other people, though this is mainly because of his history.
"I work alone. If I wanted help, I would ask for it...just don't bet on it."

BRAVE--

Erestatz is nothing close to a coward. He charges forward into things. If he had any hesitation, he probably wouldn't show it either. He will take risks, massive ones, such as going into the lion's den. He isn't afraid of battling, nor he is a pacifist. Then again, he was created to fight.

RECKLESS--

As much courage as he has, it could also fit neatly under the category of 'reckless' or 'dangerous'. He has never been one to plan too far ahead, or even think out a whole strategy. More than likely he'd just rushed in to the fray without a second thought, let things unfold.
"If you want to get somewhere, sometimes you're gonna have to leave things to chance."

IMPROVISATIONAL--

Going hand in hand with his courage and recklessness is his quick mind. He has never been that careful a schemer. Almost everything he does is done on that moment's notice. He reacts quickly to things, and is able to come up with split-second "plans". He has common sense, even if he doesn't have that good of a by-the-book education. Erastatz is a pretty creative person.
"I may not be a professor, but I've got plenty of street-smarts."

CYNIC--

He can get very sarcastic and rude. Call it an attitude, but that's how he is, especially around people he hates. Even in the face of danger he will insult them and make his contempt known. He also is skeptical of things he's never seen of or heard of before. He is one of the ones that fits neatly under the saying, "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental."

OUTSPOKEN--

As you could probably tell, Erastatz isn't afraid of telling you what's on his mind, or his opinions on something. Usually this consists of some sort of insult or remark. He is blunt, straightforward. Of course, being the suspicious and weary person that he is, not everything he says is true.
"Just spit it out already; I don't have all day."

DISTRUSTFUL--

After all the times he's been used, he doesn't take easily to strangers, and is always on the alert. He rarely relaxes completely. Suspicious, don't expect him to be honest about things to you when you have barely met. Don't expect him to be all hugs and smiles. No, you'd be better off expecting narrowed eyes and jumpiness. He'll open up once you befriend him though, or prove yourself in someway or the other.
"Why should I tell you anything?"

ALONE--

Erastats often feels to be completely alone, even when among friends or those of his species. He doesn't think he truly belongs anywhere in particular. Nor does he have any particular goal. Just that he wants to get away from his current predicament. He doesn't think anyone would ever truly understand what his life was like.
"You won't understand."

SECRETIVE--

He tends to keep some things quiet, only ever revealing them to those who he has complete faith and trust in. For instance, his little problem is a perfect example. He hates talking about it, or revealing everything about his person. He would never reveal his true thoughts about something important unless he thinks he's got no choice, or it'll do no harm in telling.
"You don't need to know...it's not important."

SURVIVOR--

His own life comes before all else. If he were to choose between having to kill another to save himself, he would not hesitate unless he knows he has already won. Not at all very picky when it comes to food and shelter when there's nothing else left. He isn't paranoid--he's careful. Sometimes he'll just follow his instinct about something, no matter how unreasonable it may seem at the time.
"It's a dog eat dog world."

MINDFUL--

Erastatz never forgets a grudge or a good deed. He doesn't forgive, and he will always try to pack back a debt. When he wants revenge, watch your back, for he will hunt you. As for friends, his loyalty doesn't sway, though one wrong move may instantly break his trust in you, and it'll take awhile to earn it back completely again. He will never betray you himself though. While sometimes it may seem so, it's probably just an act.

SUPER INTUITION--

Erastatz has a powerful sense of intuition, it taking the form of a voice that speaks in his head. Sometimes it'll only reveal random tidbits of information, rarely answering a direct question, but at least it never lies.

HISTORY
[THE START]
Erastatz has always been a Keytoy, though it was all part of a controlled experiment in another dimension. DNA was grafted onto his ordinary human ones very early after his birth after being kidnapped right out of the hospital. He doesn't have any real parents--or at least he doesn't think he does--because of this. He basically grew up in the lab where he and the other Keytoys had been created, learning the basics of flying and battling the moment he learned to walk. He named himself, putting 'Blank' as part of his last name because of the mystery surrounding his true origins. Most people were changed into Keytoys later in their lives, and he was one of the few who survived getting changed so early in life--very few of the others lived as long. However, he wasn't completely perfect either, and his heart wasn't completely stable. While it didn't cause continuous trouble, they were sure it would eventually stop beating sooner or later. In his case, it was later.

Created to fight, he was trained along with other Keytoys under the command of Mason Takatsume, known to them as Raven--he was the first and most powerful Keytoy. Erastatz had quickly come to respect and admire the oldest Keytoy who was 7 years older than himself. While it was the scientists who had created them, he had always viewed Raven as their leader; Raven was where his loyalty lay.

It was during one of the most climatic battles that Raven had led against the HQ when it happened. Something happened, maybe a hole in the time space continuum. Either way, next thing he knew, a group of them found themselves scattered across an island known only as DyvisionX. A war had been going on, and still is even now. Being aliens to this realm, they were completely oblivious.

He had always been told to keep his identity and powers a secret when among strangers, in case they wanted to exploit it. If only he had been more careful about that. One day while wandering around this new world, Erastatz ran into a bird shape-shifter. Thinking this person was one of the Keytoy who had been warped here, he told him about himself in hopes of banding together to find the other Keytoys. Birds of a feather flock together, right? Turned out the "Keytoy" was a Zukai Scout. Deciding Erastatz would be a good addition, he captured him and brought the stunned Keytoy to the Zukai HQ.

[WHEN IN ZUKAI]
At first they tried to use persuasion to get him on their side, but he was resolute, and refused to help them. This was before he realized Raven had decided to join their ranks. So, left with no choice, Zukai forced Erastatz to work for them. They tattooed their mark onto his chest, so Lao would think he was with them, along with a sort of electric collar in the strands of the tattoo, which would give him an immense shock unless he did as he was told. To put it short, it worked. A few days afterwards, Erastatz discovered that Raven was there. Had he known beforehand, he would have joined for the sake of being with the Keytoy leader, but it was too late.

Like the other people of Zukai, Erastatz was given an orb, though it wasn't really "given to him". No, they just used it as another way to control him. Eventually, he managed to get it back, and now carries it in his pocket, hidden from prying eyes and manipulative people. About a year later, Zukai and Lao had another clash, this time on a more major scale than usual. He fought in it, not that he had that much of a choice anyway. With his bad luck streak, once again his life took a dark turn.

I pushed down powerfully with my wings, propelling myself forward with a burst of strength and speed, a dagger gripped tightly in each hand. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, urging me on. I felt the familiar excitement that I always did during a battle. My senses were on overdrive, picking up every little thing that was happening around me. The sound of weapons clashing, shouts of rage, pain, blood lust. I didn't want to be here; not really, even though I had been with Zukai for almost a year. Even though Raven was with these people. I was forced, blackmailed to do what they wanted me to...and yet I was enjoying this. How could I not? I was made for the sole purpose of fighting, despite the fact it wasn't supposed to be to fight for people I hardly even knew, let alone liked.

Blood roared in my ears as I slashed forward with one of the daggers, leaving a foot-long gash on one of the other army's troops. But something was wrong. The person's face remained impassive, as though he hadn't noticed the gaping wound on his torso. There's no blood! I reeled back, stunned, raising my arms just in time to block off a blow. You can't kill it. It's a Night Puppet, a voice chimed in my head. It was the Voice, always popping up with random snippets of information or advice. Usually they didn't help that much. Like now, for instance. So I knew what they were now. But they can't die. Now what?

The puppet pressed forward, wielding his double-edged sword with skill and strength. A bad combination for me. Imagine my surprise when suddenly 'it' took one hand and held it out toward me. A bout of red hot flames erupted from the open palm, scattering the ring of battling people that were around us. By now it was obvious that this thing had the same powers as some of those freaks with their magical skills. Virtually immortal, controlling fire...what next? Even with my heightened strength and battle prowess, this was a difficult opponent. The tongue of flame surged toward me, reflecting in my ultramarine eyes. It hit me full-force, and I vaguely felt my feet leave the dirt. There was a yell, and I had a feeling it was me. My back hit the ground, knocking the breath out of me in a whoosh. All I noticed though was the burning pain that had engulfed my whole torso.

It was agonizing, and for about a second my eyes were screwed shut before I realized that I was open to any attack the puppet decided to launch. Gasping, I managed to put out the still burning pieces of cloth, wincing again as I touched the scorched skin to pat it out. I staggered to my feet, noticing that it was just looking at me, silent and unmoving. "You're going to regret that," I managed to hiss through gritted teeth.

Instead of answering, the puppet suddenly lashed out. All I saw was a glint of silver as the blade arced through the air. There was a sudden piercing pain in my eye. Blood was gushing out of it--I didn't need to touch it to know. What was worse, I couldn't see that side anymore. Everything darkened, and then everything was black. I'm going to die..

[AS THE LAO SAY]
Of course, he didn't die--he'd been taken as a prisoner of war. When he came to, he found himself in a lab at Lao's headquarters, strapped to a table. They'd healed most of his injuries, though it was because they wanted him working for them instead. With their superior technology, they even managed to fix his heart...by replacing it with a fake one. At least it wouldn't fail. This earned him the nickname of 'Heartless', due to his newly acquired lack of a pulse. Not only that, but in the process they got rid of the Zukai mark. Instead, copying the idea, they copied the technology, improving it even, with the Lao tattoo on his neck. The large burn left from the encounter with the Night Puppet would never be completely healed, forming a scar, which is now almost always hidden under a cover of band aids.

But above all was the one eye that had been sliced. They replaced it with a new one--red with flecks of orange and yellow. It had been imbued with a fire spirit's powers. Keytoys were unable to use any magic, but with the eye, Erastatz could control fire with it (Idea came from Sharingan--Amaterasu). Surprisingly, he hates having to use it, and always wears an eye patch over said eye. Ever since then, he had had no choice but to stay with Lao, often wishing there was someway he could escape from his situation.

I'm alive. That was the first thing that occurred to me. For a moment, I didn't move, my thoughts swimming in my head, unfocused. I could hear movement, and feel cool air, with that too-clean smell of disinfectant. Everything sounded slurred and coming from far away. Like I was underwater, with someone trying to tell me something from above. But my mind was clearing, and slowly things were becoming clearer. I opened my eyes partly, then winced, feeling a sharp sting of pain from where my eye was, as well as from my neck. Come to think of it, my whole front stun. Awakened by the pain, my eyes flew open, to see...myself?
Sure enough, a few yards above me, attached to the ceiling, was a giant mirror. I stared up at it for a few moments, uncomprehending of exactly what I was seeing. The thing that jumped out at me was my eye. A red line cut through it, explaining why it had hurt when I'd opened it. But that wasn't it. It was a deep red, mixed with flecks of orange and gold...like fire. Beside me other eye, which was thankfully still ultramarine, it seemed a world apart. Automatically, I reached up with one hand. Well, I tried to, only to find my wrists and ankles clamped to a metal table-like thing. I stared up at the mirror, until I noticed that my whole torso was wrapped in bandages. Suddenly it all came flooding back to me.

The battle. The Night Puppet. So where was I now? Had the Zukai managed to get me out of there and brought me here? To the Medical Wing? I had been there before, and I could tell this was somewhat...different.Well, anything you can tell me about this? I directed the question at the other voice in my head. Of course, I didn't really expect it to answer, but it was worth a try. I waited, but nothing came. I tilted my head up as much as could, only to see a man leaning on one of the many counters that lined the lab.

"I see you're awake," he said cheerfully, as though this was perfectly normal. He had on a pair of think glasses, and though he was smiling, his black eyes remained cold and hard.

"Where am I?" I demanded. My hands were rolled into fists by my sides. Had I been able to move, I would have already upped and slammed the guy against the wall. It really helps when you're interrogating someone.

"Tell me, how do you feel?" he continued as though I hadn't said anything. Pushing off the counter, the man walked over, until he was standing by my head.

I glared at him. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. "You're in a lab. In Lao."

For a moment I was silent, processing this. Was he just pulling on my strings. Why would they treat me then? Because they want something from you. It was the Voice. Welcome back, Voice. I managed a laugh. "Really now? I don't suppose you think you can make me do what you want me to?" My voice hardened. "Cause I can guarantee that I won't." Despite the growing ache of me tilting my head up like this, I was determined not to show any sign of weakness.

He didn't respond at first, and when he did, it took me completely by surprise. He smiled. In fact, he looked almost apologetic. Almost. "I suppose that explains that interesting tattoo on your chest then. I had expected you to be a little bit more grateful about me fixing you up after your encounter with HK389. It was a pretty bad burn. Not only that, but we replaced your old heart with one of our new synthetic ones. And of course, the eye. You've probably noticed we had to replace it with a new one, since it had been effectively blinded."

I started at the mention of the tattoo, quickly hiding it with a smirk. Did he mean 'interesting' as in it can shock me like some sort of collar, or 'interesting' as in he was surprised I was on their side? Then again, I wasn't really too keen of being with Zukai. More like Raven, who was the Keytoys' leader. Incognito, of course. And what? A synthetic heart? I didn't really feel any different...yet. So, I snorted. "Oh, yeah, don't worry. I'm just oozing with gratitude about that. Really, I am. You know what would really help though? Setting me free from this table. And what did you say about my heart--it was perfectly fine before that mannequin tried to roast me."

Once again, the man ignored what I said, and plowed on in his speech. "This one, you will find, is much better. We've managed to imbue magical properties in it, and you will most likely be able to use it once you learn how to control it. In answer to your question, your heart would have failed in a couple of years. You should be grateful. As for you're...ah, obedience issues, I'm sure you'll be glar to hear that we replicated the Zukai's technology, if not improved. We've outstripped their technology years ago, I'm glad to say." He smiled again at me.

I stared at him, stunned, for once at a loss for words. So far everything he said seemed to be true, though I was doubtful about the eye. Even if it really did give my "magical powers", I wasn't going to shower them in thanks--I didn't think I would even want to use it. But this was different. So they did set me free, in a way, from Zukai, only to now enslave me to them. After all experiencing it first hand just what said thing, the thought of what they could have meant by improving it. What, was I doomed to always be enslaved by some group or other?

ATTRIBUTES
-Left eye, color of fire, under eye patch
-Bandages around torso
-Lao tattoo=red instead of black, on neck
-Zukai orb hidden on person
-Hands(has sharp guard) and feet
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