Capricorn

OOC: Sorry it took so long to be back, and thanks to whoever helped me before. I'm unsure of what went on with my character but lets do this anyways. IC: Toa Spirox: Everything was an absolute blur. Faint memories of sand and stuggle, of a heavenly group of mysterious figures who had carried and cared for Spirox. But what has happened? Where have they gone? Where is he now? He can remember one thing: the pain. The intense pain of being jolted around and about in a sort of a boat or raft, and then in the arms of one of the figures. The entire past was a blur. Who was he really? Where did he come from? A slight memory wobbles inside his mind, like he should be somewhere else right now, but it was discarded. Out of nowhere everything snapped into crystal-clear focus. What was this? Spirox could actually think again, and out of nowhere too. Dare he open his eyes in the case he is in the afterlife like he should have been so, soo long ago? The eyes of his morphed Kanohi Huna gradually inched open. They hadn't for over a month, it seemed. His joints felt fresh, new. He could breath freely. He still felt his disc launcher and lightning staff under his back. But where was he? Rotating his joint, which felt oddly perfect after so long, the Toa of Lightning surveyed where he was. He was in... a massive jungle. Massive.Tiny plants had emerged from the soil and were just sprouting, soon to become gigantic trees. Vines dangled from leaves and various assorted noises littered the land. He lied in an opening, surrounded with massively overgrown flowers. But more importantly... Peace. The rocks that sat around where scarred badly, as if some sort of fight had occured there earlier. The jungle was making its best attempt at healing and was doing okay. Spirox was able to jump to his feet and sit crouched, silent. Listening to the jungle that revived him. What was this place? More importantly, where was he supposed to go? Only a faint memory of his saviors remained. He had washed ashore in a Toa Canister. He struggled to get up, and crawl his way up shore and one of the saviors appeared. They carried him in a boat to this strange jungle. After that, Spirox cannot remember anything. Perhaps they had assumed him dead, and laid him to rest in this little jungle clearing. Or maybe they put him here and forgot. Who knows. The important thing is that he is alive, and he will owe his life to them. Before Spirox could know what he had to do but was unable to do it, now he is able to but can't remember what to do. He stood up. His silver and green legs sparkled in the sunlight, and the light, damp mud crunched under his feet. What was this strange land? So many mysteries. He reached to his back, and clutched his trusty disk launcher. The disk, rusted and powerless, was just a ghost of its former self. The disk launcher itself was also a ghost... it appeared a hunk of metal, its previous intricate structure heavily damaged and rusted. Upon placing the disk in the launcher, and pulling the jammed trigger, a spark flew and nothing happened. "Darn, looks like I have to get that repaired," he said aloud to himself, knowing noone was around to hear. He subsequently unsheathed his lightning blade, still in precise condition, although rusty and somewhat brittle. Its weight had increased very slightly over time. He pulled it down ever so slightly, and launched it put in a straight thrust. A large bolt of blue lightning roared up through the clearing, disturbing the peace. Rahi quieted and even the wind seemed to hold its breath. The lightning Toa was more than satisfied his elemental power had not depleted over time. The only thing he could remember was his name. Spirox. Toa of Lightning of... where? Someplace not here. He recalls tall buildings, lightning, silver... poor defenseless matoran being enslaved to five tyrannical monsters. What had gone on... Spirox jumped into the moment. His last wish, what could it be? "No matter, I'll figure it out..." he shrugged to himself. At least he was alive. The tall Toa began to stride foward into the brush, pushing his way through. Perhaps this island was inhabited. "Helloooo?" He called out, his voice still recovering. "Anyone there?" He hollered after a few seconds, readjusting his voice. He continued fighting his way through the brush.

The Toa of Lightning on the beach was very weak and frail, and longing for help to arrive. As the angelic salvation in the form of a Toa of Water approached where he lie, Spirox was overjoyed. She let down her hand and spoke so loudly he couldn't hear, and the Lightning Toa attemped to reach up to grab her hand, but fell slightly short. He was exhausted and in such poor condition he could only mouth "I... I am S-Spirox, Toa of Lightning of Ahkri N-Nui... I need shelter, energy, and I n-need to return..." She didn't appear to hear what he said as she rushed off to some other unknown figures on the beach. 'Great,' Spirox thought to himself. He did his best at crawling his way through the sand over to where she went, but was not very good at moving foward, and his horrific condition did not help. His joints began to warm up and started moving easier than before, and he was able to move at least a few feet foward before collapsing in exhaustion. With every ounce of effort he lifted himself onto his arms, and cried in a quiet tone (still very loud to him) "H-help me... please..." before his arms fell under his weight and his head fell face-first into the sand.

I gotta say that the Toa Inika line defeats the Phantoka as my favorite. Both lines had awesome launchers, their colors were really nice, and, come on, light-up swords? Try and say thats not awesome! As for least favorite, I may have to go with Toa Mahri. Hahli just broke too much, Jaller had a wierd crab thingy, Hewkii had those annoying chains, Kongu didn't really have a weapon, nor did Nuparu, and Matoro may be the only really good one out of the bunch. Not to mention the blasters. Although the Hordika come close next to them.

IC: Spirox (Naho Bay Shore, near but out of sight of Ga-Koro) How long had it been? Spirox had no idea... the constant back-and-forth motion of the canister was beginning to seriously become a drag. Well, not that it hadn't a loooong while ago. He could barely hold his consciousness, out of fear... if he was to go to sleep or faint, would he awake? He had gone so long in the same, pitch-black, rocking deathtrap. He could barely remember what it was like to see, or hear, or taste... or even love. But one longing still persisted; his desire to return to Ahkri Nui, and defeat the vile Makuta Lords who had enslaved his people. Nothing but his insane desire to return kept him up and running, barely, but running. Thankfully, the canister had a built-in backup charging port for Spirox, powered off the motion of the Vessel... not only was that beginning to fail, but what point was it if he had drifted so far there was no chance of ever returning? He could barely feel anything anymore. He had no clue how long he had been sailing, and for how much longer he would. At least he was intact and alive, although barely being able to form a sentence. His armor was cracked and pitted in places, and very rusty and faded. He knew at least his mask was on his face, and that was really all that mattered. Suddenly, a huge thump brought him to his senses. What could that be? Then he noticed something was terribly wrong. The canister had stopped moving. Could it be too good to be true? He attemped to move his crud-caked joints, and they barely moved, dislodging huge amounts of rust. In the darkness he had no idea how to escape the pod. His slow fist punched a switch he didn't remember was there, and a deafening hissing sound hit his ears. It was so incredibly loud and close, he could have died there. It ended after a second or so, and the lid of his canister tipped off for the first time in 4,000 years of drifting. An extreme light hit his eyes, and he could have gone blind also. The feeling of sensing once again was too extreme for him to comprehend, and the fact he ran off of poor energy for so long didn't help. Spirox tried to move his legs... they wouldn't budge. That is, until a large wad of ancient canister technology, rust, and crud in general dislodged from one of his knees and his leg extended the fastest its gone in years. That only sent him grinding over his back out the canister, exposing his head to the bright light of the surface. The other leg soon extended and he could feel something of control over his arms once again. '...Where am I?...' he thought to himself, trying to look around, but all was too bright for him to even comprehend the wet and rocky shore he laid on. Taking tremendous effort, he used his crusty arms to wedge himself out of the canister. Though however hard he tried, his legs would not go under him properly, and once he attempted to stand he almost immediately flopped down onto his face onto the rocky shoreline. He could sense the very damaged Ahkrinian disk launcher still fixed to his back, as well as his staff of lightning, in an unknown quality state. Despite the numberous cracks, rust spots, crud cakes and gunk wadded up all over his armor and mask, Spirox tried to lift himself up with his arms. Focusing greatly and using an enormous amount of his effort and energy, he could realize he was on a beach at the base of a massive cliff. He heard a shriek off in the distance, undisputibly that of a Nui-Jaga or similar rahi. Nothing could cause that much pain on such a mighty creature... unless... Spirox knew the island must be inhabited. His rusty lips could only form a single word, and even that was very quiet and small: "Heeellpp...". He then collapsed on the sandy beach, hoping someone, something, or anyone would find him before he perished having finally found land.

Name: Toa Spirox, Toa of Electricity of Ahkri Nui Species: Vo-Toa, Toa of Electricity Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Good Description: Spirox is an above-average height Toa of Electricity from a faraway land. He wears mostly green armor with inset gray and silver. His torso is a metru-green with a silver chest-cover. His Huna is modeled like a Volitak and is a matching silver to his chest cover. His hips are a grayish tint, as well as his upper-legs, lower-arms, and hands. He has wide but nimble lower-legs that're green also. His feet are the same shiny silver, as well as his knee-pads. His shoulder-pads are simply-spiked, and a darker shade of green than his body. His lower-arms are dark-gray with silver bracers underneath, that are very sharp. His whole body is rather thin, and his eyes are a bright, shining lime color. Upon his back he has notches for fixing his staff and launcher. He is a very nimble and agile toa. After his arrival on Mata Nui his armor had various pits and scratches from the 4,000-year ride, as well as faded and rusty in parts. Mask: Spirox wears a Great Kanohi Huna, the mask of concealment, modeled to look like a Volitak. This mask allows him to turn invisible at will. Powers: Spirox is the master of electricity and lightning, and with his staff he has the ability to summon bolts of lightning, control or absorb electricity, and utilize chain-lightning. He can shock or paralyze his enemies temporarily, and even create fields or barriers of electricity that last for a very short time. The electricity he can summon is blue due to its immense heat given off, and has the potential to set wood and other flammable substances alight unintentionally. Spirox has burned down many structures and no control over any fire he begins accidentally. He is also very agile and nimble, and able to jump rather high for a toa. Personality: Spirox has a rather calm, but occassionally firey, personality. Most of the time he keeps his real emotions bottled inside him, and can occassionally melt down with an emotion. He is intellectual and tends to think logically... most of the time he can keep his wits about him, but may sometimes rush into a situation with no clear way out. He is respectful of almost all beings, but has few regrets in killing to reach his goal, unlike other toa. Spirox has a tendancy to be extremely stubborn and adamant in his opinions; successfully convince him of something, and he is unlikely to change his mind. Once given a task, he will never give up until all possible hope has been lost. Weaknesses: Power-wise, Spirox can fall to extreme cold, ice, or even water, rather easily. Water inhibits his lightning abilties. Also due to his personality, Spirox will always fight for a lost cause and, when it comes to himself, will place emotion over logic, although he won't in most other situations. Powers and Weapons: Spirox arrived on Mata Nui with a staff of lightning, which allows him to successfully channel his elemental abilties. It also has retractable spikes that can jut from the sides, and be used for climbing or physical combat. He also arrived on the shore with a Ahkrinian disk launcher, although it was badly damaged and not in working condition. He came armed with one disk in his rush to escape his home of Ahkri Nui in time, and it is badly scratched and powerless, although it once had powers and is made of metal. Biography: Toa Spirox, Toa of Lightning was created on his Homeland of Ahkri Nui, a land very far from that of Mata Nui. He and his team of eight other toa were created to defeat the five vile Makuta Lords who were attempting to seize power. His team, even his valiant leader, all fell one by one to their shadow forces. The matoran population was enslaved and abused and Spirox himself barely avoided capture and execution. As his last teammate fell, Spirox abandoned the island, diving into a Toa Canister and setting a course to the nearest allied island to retrieve backup. However, as he was sailing away, the forces of evil blasted the canister with a shadow bolt, injuring Spirox, damaging his launcher, and pulverizing the technology of the canister, causing him to drift far off course. Needless to say, he never arrived on the allied shore. He drifted in the ocean for 4,000 years, next-to-dead, unable to influence the drift of his vessel. His canister flowed very fast, and very slow, through numerous caverns and chasms, until it finally washed ashore in Naho Bay of Ga-Wahi on Mata Nui. He vowed to one day return to his lost homeland and free the Matoran...