Armor: superior (rank 2)
Crixus IV is a large mechanical monster, his armor plating is fashioned intentionally to be durable and lasting while still allowing him a good mobility. Standing around the size of a healthy draft horse Crixus is no little critter.
"You'd think it would be louder wouldn't you?" Langford Holly remarks to his traveling companion, "What sort of fuel do you suppose it takes?"
The ever present and quiet man beside Langford shrugged. "No clue, good pack animal."
"This is true, this is true, but don't you think that is just wasted potential? I mean, who made it, where does it come from, why is it just a pack animal? What about those eyes, I mean those are the eyes that look back into you with a soul. It's all just so fascinating
"Don't care Langford, don't care one but. Just glad it's around and them savages didn't break it, hell, now they worship it like it's some God. See them spear tips break right off? Was good for us."
"Suppose you're right Marshal, still such a waste to just be using it as a pack mule."
"Don't think it likes you calling it an it. He's leaving - Langford."
"Tut, cripes, you're right, do something Marhsal, it has my luggage!" The heavyset man squawked as he tried to stand in front of the iron monster, pushing on it. "Stop here I say!"
"Well, spears didn't work, I suppose if I shoot it."
"Marshal, no, no shooting, it..."
"MY EYE! OH my stars! YOU SHOT MY EYE!"
"I did no such thing, I shot it and it ricocheted! Not my fault, you stubborn jackass, you should have moved."
~~~ Needless to say, Crixus did not remain long around those two.
Sonics: standard (rank 1)
- Ranged Attack
- Area Affect
"Rush it!" Screamed the line of men as they poured out with their pikes and rifles. The thundering of charging men was met with the spinning of the large shining beast as it craned it's head towards them and released a loud roar that drowned out their battle cries, not only did it do just that but it also clapped loudly and sent them to their knees, several of them blood streaming down their ears and noses as they clutched heads.
Nothing could be heard in that soundless radius, like a devoid bubble Crixus had just created, no men were harmed beyond that though, even if they had been his attackers, Crixus was not the sort of creature to harm other lifeforms save for those who truly deserved it and even then the boy within the metal shell held his reservations, he was not without a heart or a soul contrary to what was believed. Striding proudly through the mess of collapsed forms Crixus walked from the battlefield to continue his journey.
Slashing Weapon: standard (rank 1)
"What do you suppose did this Inspector? Bear? Large Wolf? A Puma?" The journalist questioned on rapidly, she was excited, damned fine looking while at it too, red hair up in a bun falling around rosy cheeks with bright green eyes.
"Mmm. " Came a rumble from the heavy set inspector as he tapped on the foremost button that was sported on his belly. "Damn fine."
"Sir? Officer..." A blink of jade lovely orbs. "Sir... I was asking you a question."
"That's alright miss honey bottom, I don't mind."
"My name is Hornberry. Not honey bottom."
"Horny is a good word I'd say." The inspector chuckled again but it seemed noone found it humorous but him. Feeling slightly embarrassed he cleared his throat and pushed out his chest trying to look as imperious as possible.
"Well miss, do you see how wide apart these indents are? Clearly we are dealing with something around the size of a bear. I would say North American Grizzly bear perhaps - they are at least four to five inches engraved and quite cleanly into the planks, past them and scraping the stone, spacing I would say also suggests--"
"Sorry for interrupting Inspector Puff but have you ever seen a bear from the Americas up close Inspector Puff?"
"Well no, I have not. I heard about them though."
"So you are not certain what made these, correct?"
"Uhm... well, I would say it is about the... no I suppose I don't. Whatever it is, is big and is no wolf or any sort of cat I have seen before."
"I see, so... you were just going to say somehow a Grizzly bear from the Americas got loose over here. Well that is easy enough to solve isn't it, just check the imports listings for exotic animals and find one right?"
"Ma'am, I'd appreciate it if you took yourself out of official police business, we're done here."
"It would seem we are. Good day to you Sir."
"You as well miss hot booty"
"Chauvinistic pig, your boss will be hearing from me."
Piercing Weapon: standard (rank 1)
"It bit my hand off. Right off." The stump waggled infront of the man as he stared at the attractive redhead. "Was up on Goldsman hill, mindin' my own business and looking for some firewood then this face, silver and gold as an an angels crown comes out of the bushes, menacing devil red eyes... SNAP, right off with my hand. Punishment I tell ya, for being such a swell feller and all. I work wif this 'and, what will I do now?" The grime covered man put his head down, motioning the blood and dirt stained nub.
"Surely crippled your love life." The woman replies.
"Wot was that?"
"I said surely you need to clean that."
"So... this creature, this hellhound you called it earlier, it bit your hand right off, one chomp and you were doing nothing but gathering firewood?"
"Thas right, mind'en my own, got kids and a wife to look out for."
"Hrmm, somehow I think you're lying to me about that one."
"Okay, wait, wot!? No it's true I do have a wife and a kid. Plus I was lookin' for firewood."
"You said kids the first time around, now it is just kid."
"Oh right, I meant kids. I got four of them tikes."
"Wonderful, mind giving me some names?"
"Samuel, eh, Sigmund, Seth and Samuel. Thats their names, dear boys all of them."
"Named them all with S's and two Samuels, thats got to be rough four children to support and no arm to work with."
"It is, truly truly it is."
"Well sir, it is best I turn in for the night, we will be around tomorrow and here is the coin promised, more when I get some more of your story about the nightmare that bit off your arm."
"Oh yes, I will be here, I'll tell you all about the dreaded and unjust hellbeast which preys on the innocent!"
Walking away the woman's companion would give a nudge. "Not telling the truth is he."
"Oh, he is about losing his hand to our Metal Monster, but nothing else is the truth, he is probably like the others - a cutthroat, murderer or brigand. The bite was clean through, looked the same the others and he was left alive, matches our beasties M.O."
That Sixth Sense
Environmental Awareness: standard (rank 1)
Due to being tied to the Zro stone which by nature is mystical in origin Crixus has an extended sense of 'area' other supernatural like creatures and just things gone 'wrong' are generally felt before they even occur. Though, this also could be something to do with the fact that Crixus is only a child, he hasn't been long separated from his family - less than 10 years now he has been wandering aimlessly constantly being pursued by dark figures from the Levitre past, those who seek the secrets of Zro and his fathers work.
This extra 'awareness' has saved him numerous times, a last minute safety precaution or perhaps simple survival gut instinct for someone who exists in such a strange manner. It's terrifying for someone so young at first but as he has grown accustomed to who he is and not really known much else, it is all just very natural. Crixus knows nothing more than being what he is, a true to the core kind heart, good soul and virtuous being, naive at times and a bit innocent this final ability is the safeguard for that in many cases...