Age: Sixty-Two, though that would be impossible to tell.
Gender: Formerly male, now genderless.
Power(S): Pariah is a technopath still, despite what he did to himself in years past. After that, he has two more powers: Super strength, and enhanced eyesight (multiple spectrums, and better able to focus, even at very distant objects), both due to what he did to himself years ago.
Appearance: Pariah, back when he was a real person with a real name, was about 6'3'', with curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a constant smile. The only thing he's kept is the bright blue light of his eyes. Now, Pariah appears to be made out of a metal similar to a steel/adamantium alloy, with a rather skeletal appearance (in fact, his skull has been turned to metal as well, and is easily visible), though he's also fairly armoured as well, and with what appears to be blue energy being what holds him together-as well as the bright blue of his hardened eyes, glaring at everything.
Weapons: Pariah's main weapon is a single, rifle-like weapon, which he can magnetically attach to his armour so that he won't lose it. The barrel seems to be pulsing with a blue energy, similar to his eyes, and it has a single axe-like blade, with spike on the front, dropping down from it, and the weapon is made out of the same material that Pariah is made from. When he pulls the trigger on it, it fires out the same blue energy that pulses along the barrel, in a burst like lightning, and it can easily burn a hole through a plate of inch thick steel. It causes electrical and heat damage, seeing as the energy fired is actually a form of plasma. As well, if he dials down the amount of energy released and holds on the trigger, he can actually use it like a welder. The weapon can fire ten shots at a time before it has to recharge, taking a period of about twenty seconds to recharge such that it can fire half a 'magazine,' thirty seconds to recharge in full.
Skills: Pariah is a crack shot with his weapon up to a distance of two hundred metres, and he is also fluent in multiple languages.
Personality: As of the accident, he has no personality, other than a flat, get-the-job-done attitude, and hatred for any enemies. No humour, love, or anything like that. This is evidenced, as well, by his voice: Flat. Mechanical. Robotic. But with an undercurrent of rage, and hatred, passing through it, an inhuman growl that was chilling to most who heard it.
Weakness: His weapon takes time to recharge, and if you have something strong enough and keep at a distance, you can put him out during the time he's recharging. As well, adamantium weapons can chop him apart before he can rebuild himself. And, finally, an electrical overload/EMP can take him out of a fight quickly, as well.
Bio: Pariah, previous to his accident, was a happy-go-lucky neutral technopath, doing nothing, really, but playing around on his own with the technology he built. He was a bit of a fan of Iron Man, when Tony Stark came on the scene, making sure to log that sort of technological idea down so that he might use it, or something like it, later. That was his main mistake. After that, a few years passed where nothing went on, until his friends and family were mainly killed/horribly injured in a fight between the X-Men and Weapon X, that the Avengers broke up, actually, on SHIELD's orders. Needless to say, he wasn't happy.
So he went back to the technology of the Iron Man suit, working off that basic idea to make something for himself. Finally, one day, he'd felt he'd hit upon the perfect technology. With the help of some nanotechnology he'd designed, he'd felt that he could meld his armour with his body, increasing his strength a hundred fold, along with using a weapon he'd crafted to go specifically with the armour. So he put the armour on, then injected himself with the nanobots, to make sure it would work, leaving the helmet sitting on the table.
A second later and he was assaulted with a blast of pain as the nanobots converted his bones to the same metal that his armour was constructed of, transferring his consciousness to the circuitry of that armour. The armour was soon connected to his bones, through his still-living flesh, before that began to be consumed, converted to energy for the armour to use for its first activation, before the renewable energy-powered both by a miniature nuclear reactor and the sun-system that he put in would kick into effect. The glow from his eyes remained in the photoreceptors that were left, his consciousness merely a shell of the hatred and anger he'd been feeling when he'd first created the armour.
He was no longer the man he was, now he was merely a Pariah of society, a shining example of the dangers of technology, gone out of hand. Taking up his hand-crafted weapon, and stepping with the precise, mechanical steps of his new body, he left to the only group that would fit his new goals: The Brotherhood of Mutants.