Posted Oct 05 2012 - 06:54 PM
Name: HithynTribe: Fe-MatoranGender: FemaleAppearance: Around the average height for a Matoran, Hithyn is stocky, with muscules enlarged from constant heavy lifting and physically demanding work, calloused and grimy hands from constantly having a grip on rough and coarse surfaces, often covered with soot and grease. Her skin is a dark, unreflective gunmetal, with burnt orange and dark red markings covering her joints, neck, hands, and other such areas. She wears elbow and knee-pads, and a vest of boiled leather, knee-high, utilitarian boots and elbow-length fingerless gloves of leather that, while considerably tough, is still flexible, and tan trousers, stuffed into her boots. A large backpack is attached to her back by a single diagonal strap, and a large leather belt holds her mallet.Tools: A large, iron crowbar is Hithyn’s tool/weapon of choice, and the only tool she keeps constantly in her hand. A wood and iron mallet is attached to her belt, and inside her rucksack, an assortment of tools are kept.Personality: Once cheerful and known for her good humor, Hithyn is now sullen, melancholy, and occasionally frighteningly angry, driven close to madness by her encounters with the rotters. She has been forced to defend herself against close friends, and the fact that she is killing what were once intelligent beings like herself is driving her to the edge of madness.History: Hithyn has worked as a mechanic and a construction worker, possessing intense skill with her hands, and famous for her stubbornness and inability to “move-on”. When the Toa drove the rotters into the coliseum, she was among the many who hadn’t escaped, and she was forced to seek refuge in Station U, where she lives a panicked life, desperately trying to survive, and prepare for the next rotter attack.