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ok bc of problems w/my internet and the inability to place the theme and get everything situated until it comes back, i’m gonna place chroma’s operator stuff under the cut for the meantime so you guys can have an understanding about him !

Name: Sebastian [ last name unknown/redacted ] Age: late thirties/early forties ( is over a millennia old regardless ) Hair color: black Eye color: was black, but now tinted grey thanks to the semantic implants Height: 6’3’’ Warframe of choice: Chroma ( Dynasty skin ) Primary weapons of choice: Vectis Prime/Arca Plasmor/Daikyu Secondary weapons of choice: Aklex Prime/Vasto/Spira Prime Melee weapons of choice: Galatine Prime/Nikana Prime/Fang Prime/Zenistar Occupation: Former transference scientist/Vigilante

Physical appearance: Short black hair with a few lone strands hanging in front of his right eye ( it never stayed in place behind his ear, so he gave up trying to fix it ). Eyes look computerized and grey, a side effect of the experimentation done on him before Margulis was put to death. Has a beard that looks a tad bit unkempt. Has muscular definition and broader shoulders than you would expect. His voice is deep enough to catch anyone’s attention, but it won’t instill fear into you when he speaks. Probably won’t like him when he’s mad.

Bio: The Orokin were a prosperous race for centuries once they had discovered the power of the void. It had rapidly increased the evolution of technology hundreds of years beyond its time. Their greatest accomplishment? Transference: the ability to transfer a mind into another lifeform entirely. That’s where Sebastian saw his usefulness. When the Zariman Ten-Zero fails to make the jump from Saturn to the outer terminus, it became stranded within the uncharted voidspace. The adults on board were driven to insanity once exposed to the power, however the children were unaffected by its influence. For some time, the ship was never recovered and the children develop extremely volatile powers as a result from their prolonged exposure. The Orokin, scared and confused at this new information, wanted to destroy them and pretend like they never existed.

However, Archimedian Margulis vehemently disagreed and took them under her wing. She wanted to ease their suffering, to help them control what now plagues them. She soon develops feelings for the children, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. Margulis pulls Sebastian aside, almost pleading for his help with this new incredible project.

“Your knowledge of transference would help these children immensely, Sebastian. With your help, we can do this safely and ease the Executors’s fears!”

How could he refuse a friend such as her? And how could he, a father himself, turn his back on these children that had nothing left? It just wasn’t in him to do so. He agrees, beginning his research immediately. He designed and built some of the semantics that would be embedded into the children, realizing that some of this would leave them mildly scarred. It was better than dead, and it would relieve some of their pain. It was all progressing smoothly…

Until the sentients returned. Ruined by contact of the void, they came back for their revenge against the Orokin. This marked the beginning of the Old War.

As a frantic last resort to repel the sentients, production began on sentient void golems called warframes. It worked at first, but soon spiraled out of control and rebelled against their creators. Sebastian remembers running as fast as he could back home, to get his daughter, Rose, to safety. But his home was destroyed, and his daughter nowhere to be found. In a fit of rage and despair, he returns to the laboratory to confront Margulis.

“Sebastian, what’s—”

“The semantics, can you implant them in me?”

“That’s not exactly—”

“Can you do it?”

There was a deafening silence and an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness that enveloped the entire lab. Margulis wasn’t sure what this will do to Sebastian, but he’s desperate and she has a feeling she knows why. So, she instructs him to lay on the table.

“I…I don’t have much time left. But I will do what I can for you.”

“That’s all I can ask from you, Margulis.”

He’s slowly integrated with his own technology and void power, which renders him unconscious for three days before he’s back again. There’s pain in his bones, but he’s fighting it. He must find his daughter, he must! It’s why he’s even subjecting himself to this unimaginable pain. He needs to get up and find her, now! Wait. What was Margulis doing?

“Margulis, what are you doing with that thing?”

In front of him was a warframe of some kind. It didn’t move, but it was aware. As stiff as a statue but he could feel it staring into his soul. She grabs his wrist, making him touch the golem. A white glow envelops him and the warframe, creating some form of bond between them. Sebastian turns towards the Archimedian in confusion.

“What is this, Margulis?”

“You’ve attuned to a warframe called Chroma. Now, it’s time for you to go.”

“Wait, what’re you talking about? Margulis!” She’s rushing now, placing him into a somatic pod. He’s strapped inside with ease, and his new weapon placed in cryostasis to retrieve later. The pod soon closes, and that is the last he sees of the Archimedian.

“Sleep, Sebastian…and when you awaken, reclaim what is yours once again.”

And he falls into his dreamless sleep. For a thousand years, he’s asleep in the pods as Lua degrades and is pushed out of the origin system and into the void for the Tenno’s protection. But remnants of the Old War are stirring once again, and the system is in a true state of chaos. The Lotus needs the help of the Tenno, to help restore things to what they once were. Sebastian is awakened…

But it’s not in his body. His warframe is quickly activated and he barely has time to react to the Grineer that surrounds him. In a fit of blind rage, he slaughters them and gets to his orbiter. He finds it in slight disarray, but nothing that can’t be fixed with salvage. His memory…is muddled. The Lotus was his only guide, and a pang of despair and emptiness made its home within his chest. It couldn’t be shaken, no matter how hard he tried. What was he missing? What was so precious to him?

With the help of Ordis and The Lotus, he scours this broken system in search of what he has lost. Starting with his memory first.

#【 🐉 out of character. 🐉 】→ 「 local dad wants a damn break and some coffee. 」

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