Adaru

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Adaru

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Nickname: Samuel Gemfk
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Symbiote/Human Hybrid
Occupation: Crime Lord

Type: Original
Height: 6'04" (Human), 7'07" (Symbiote)
Weight: 395 lbs.
Personality: Being a single symbiote entity without a host to survive enabled Adaru to develop a personality to better suit his role as the head of a criminal group as well as a business, keeping up a very neutral business man-like attitude while in the guise of a human; quick to being more instinctual and dangerous while in his true symbiote form. Although in both forms he clearly displays a high intelligence and predatory calculations, being quite the fear-inducing figure in meetings and while on the hunt. Despite all of this, he despises his natural weaknesses and is desperate to find a way to make himself a more perfect being. to defy those weaknesses.
Voice: Michael McConnohie (Seth)

Abilities: Immunity to ultrasonic waves, shapeshifting properties, draining touch, camouflage, increased senses to track his own kind, transformation, psionic induction of fear into those sensitive to him, molecular replication (duplication and healing factor), superhuman strength and agility
Weaknesses: Innate weakness to fire
Weapons: Tendrils, formed weapons from his body

History:
Adaru’s life on Earth began when it had strayed onto the first successful, American, moon landings in 1969 while it had been stranded on the moon and in hibernation for quite some time after its original host had perished and dumped before the astronauts came as it had slipped into the landing pod while the men were out filming and photographing for posterity, the symbiote nestled itself in a crevice to hide After the return descent from the mission, the life-form moved on to take another host. Given its weakened condition after being exposed to the lifeless expanse of space, it was almost ready to die out from having limited nourishment for an extended period of time and desperate for any organism that would happen to cross its path. It managed to find one after it travelled with the recovery team, finding a strong enough male human.

Things were not as easy for it, as it found out from living within the host that it was not in peak health. The symbiote had to pass on to another host, or wait for the human to die, although that in itself would be a agonizing period of time to go about a strange planet in an imperfect body. One night, as the man was sleeping with his wife, the symbiote decided to manipulate its host as it had during the nights it fed on other organisms, it forced the man to make love to her to test something it had formulated during its time within him. Just at the moment of the host’s climax, it moved quickly to mix and replace with his fluids and into its new “mother’s” womb. Months passed as the abomination developed itself, the symbiote’s own structure combining with the human egg and semen, unbeknownst to the middle-aged couple of what was truly developing until it was too late.

Upon the ninth month, he was ready to be revealed to the world in what can only be described as a delivery room tragedy. He came out as a healthy birth, the doctors did not think so as they gazed at the new life that had emerged from the mother’s womb, and the shrill cry of the hybrid sounding through the room before its sole thought was to feed. He proceeded to lash out, tearing through the bodies of the doctors as well as its parents, no one was left alive that day or unclaimed to his hunger for the lifeblood of the humans present. He had escaped the hospital that very day, seeking a way to further develop his new existence.

Time went on, and the creature grew to develop as a human would, and destroy families that found him during his infant stages. Human and mutant alike perished in his blind desire to kill and feed up until his late teen years where it was encountered by a gang armed with stolen technology. His weakness to fire was discovered in this encounter after being struck by a few severely heated bullets and clubs, which led to his capture. For an extended period of time beyond that he was held as a slave, a living weapon, under the control of the group’s leader and held at bay by the thing he came to fear the most. He remained their weapon for seven long years until one fateful day. The symbiote had been gifted with an attractive human appearance stemming from his parents, and since the time of his capture he had been used as a sexual object for the leader’s lust. While he had not felt any deep attachments to this man, he had grown accustomed to the torture he had to endure, and during that night’s particularly rough session he had lost himself, his instincts taking over and the last thing that he had recalled was feeling his body intake its necessary nourishment and the vision of the older man withering away until he was nothing but a dried out mummified form. Upon killing the boss, he had taken his place.

From that moment on, with his weaknesses still fresh on his mind he sought to improve himself while giving himself chances to feed. He went back to being his predatory self, while building the group from the ground to a large scale business outlet as the company grew rather rapidly, fear began to spread from small-time gangs and rumors began to circulate involving many missing person’s cases. Teenage runaways and transients of the mutant species had gone missing; reports of experimentations circulated though quickly vanished due to quite generous buyouts. The money and rumors meant nothing to Adaru, he was doing what he believed was necessary for his survival... he only thought of his species, and how this research would further the symbiote species to become the dominant lifeform in the universe. The sacrifices of the mutants that had perished in the extractions would bring him closer to unlocking such secrets, either that.. or he would become the dominant lifeform to rule over his own species, he had not planned for that.
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