[STM]

Name: Etiru
Played By: STM
Species: Mudokon
Faction: Native: Freedom Fighter
Age: Adult [comparable to forty human years]
Gender: Agender (male attributes, as per all mudokons we've seen)

Appearance: Etiru is typical of most mudokons; lean and wiry, tall and wizened. Having spent the majority of his formative years within the confines of a factory, his skin is pallid and grey and thus he is apparently sickly at first glance. Due to his tenuous connection to his native spirituality, his top-knot is patchy and his feathers are silvery in colour. In brief, Etiru is seemingly rather haggard and world-worn. This is not entirely the case as his orange-tinted eyes bely a cunning intelligence and desire to learn. Like many of the resistance fighters, Etiru has a number of scars and scratches from run-ins with security. Notably, there is a nine inch gash that runs from the right-side of his chest, down towards his stomach--the result of an ill-timed explosive tearing up a walkway, lodging a thick piece of shrapnel firmly in his torso. He wears a typical brown burlap loincloth to cover his pelvic area, but also bares the addition of a leather bandolier that straps over his left shoulder.

Equipment:
1x slingshot
1x shiv
1x primitive lock-pick
1x bandolier with tin shoulder plate

Personality: Etiru is an amicable, if not quiet fellow. By the standards of a one-time industrial slave he has lived a fairly long life and thus, his self-perceived wisdom gives him an air of condescension. Having fled an industrial facility before working as a tactician, he is often wily and tends to hold his tongue with patience; speaking only when there is something valuable to add to a conversation. To Etiru, actions speak louder than words.

History: Born from within one of the many slave-birthing complexes across Oddworld, Etiru was raised on the sustenance of corporate propaganda; a typical childhood for many of his class. His youth was spent between two industrial facilities; a fabric mill and then later a Flub Fuels petroleum refinery. A model employee, Etiru laboured quickly and was promoted into a mechanic's position due to his methodical approach to work. It was not until a vast oil spill erupted from one of the pumpjacks and a number of workers were consumed in a subsequent blaze, that Etiru became disenchanted with the uncompromising march of the Magog Cartel. Rather than compensate survivors or give time to grieve the loss of their friends; mechanics and labourers were separated from one another, hours were increased and dissenters were violently executed by the new retinue of security guards.

Etiru was drafted into the resistance movement after fleeting conversations held in the enormous staff canteen: the only place workers could discuss things with one another for more than a few seconds at a time. His subsequent escape was staged after a violent struggle racked the fuel refinery that saw many dead on either side. Fleeing into the surrounding wilderness, the mudokon was taken in by a group of tribal natives, where he explained the plight of his brothers. So began his career as a tactician within the resistance; offering feet-on-the-ground assistance to the squadrons of stealth fighters that would infiltrate factories, easing the escape of other disenfranchised workers.


Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Constitution: 3
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 4

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