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@Unreliable Narrator Don't worry, I'll be responsible, happy april fools!

IC: Mazor-Wilderness @Toru Nui Mazor smiled, "You could say that." He stoped and relaxed his posture. "Look, I just got here a week ago, when the giant robot crashed. I'm just trying to make a life in this new place." IC: Jephro-Metru-Koro Gate @Onaku Jephro looked up, and the stones clattered into his palm. "Oh, hello brother." He stood up and brushed himself off. "I did. I wasn't sure if you'd need me, but I'm willing to help wherver I can.

IC: Mazor-Wilderness @Toru Nui Mazor began to slowly walk towards the stranger. "I'm new here, I'm just getting familiar with the terane. I don't work for anyone."

Name: The Janitor Breed: Fohrak Faction: Fight Club Brief Description: Standard Bohrak appearance, colored yellow with a blue overalls pattern. It is mainly concerned with keeping the facilities clean. What personality it does have comes off as a grouchy old man. Background/Occupation: No one knows where the Janitor came from. One day he simply walked onto the Rig and started mopping the floor. The Riggers have put up with him ever since. Flaws: The Janitor is usually quite grumpy and hard to get allong with, he tends to be very judmental. His limbs are very short, and he is easy to push around. Powers/Equipment: Can shoot soapy water from its shields. The Janitor has a wide variety of cleaning supplies, but three of its tools have special powers, which it takes into battle. The Mop can be cracked like a whip, causing the tendrils to extend and wrap around nearby targets. The Push broom can temporarily negate gravity. Those struck are flung off in the direction they were hit. It can also be hit against the ground for temporary flight. Its wet floor signs can project spherical force field which doesn't allow outside objects to enter, but allows them to leave from inside.

IC: Mazor-Wilderness Mazor turned, and calmly put his hands on the hilt of his sword. He thought for a moment about giving a false name, but decided not to. "I'm Mazor, who are you?" @Toru Nui IC: Jephro-Metru-Koro gate At the gate Arkius would meet a young toa of gravity, sitting on the ground, practicing levitating several small stones in his hand. @Onaku

Name: Jephro Species: Toa of Gravity Faction: Metru-Nui Brief Description: Jephro's armor is purple and smooth. He wears a mask of sensory aptitude, and keeps his swords on his back. Background/Occupation: Jephro was one of the many new toa created to combat the league's spread. Not long after gaining his powers he moved to Metru Nui to help make a stand. Flaws: Jephro is still learning how to use his elemental powers. He also tends to think negatively. Powers: Has control of the element of gravity. Wears a mask of sensory aptitude, which grants him enhanced sight, hearing, and smell. He wields dual short swords.

@Onaku I think I'm going to have Jephro join in on that, just gotta post him for aproval first.

IC: Mazor-wilderness, trail of the Aqua Sphere As he walked across the wildenres Mazor took a deep breath. The ground around him was covered in saplings, several small rahi graized on the plant matter. He had been following this trail for a day now, and it was very refreshing, he could keep himself satiated merely by passive absorbtion. As he walked along his mind reflected on the past week. He had bartered with a god for true freedom, the world had come falling down, then he had set out into this strange new world, looking for somewhere he could make a new destiny, somewhere where he could be in control. And now he was here, following the closest thing to a path. Walking towards the unknown. OOC: Mazor is open for interaction, pretty much anyone in the wilderness is ok to run into him, since I didn't specify where he is really.

(deleated, I'm going to write a better vesion)

So, what is this island like? Is it well vegetated or is it mostly desert?

Name: Mazor Species: Unknown Faction: Unaligned Brief Description: Mazor is a tall humanoid figure, about a head higher than a Toa. He is extremely gaunt and lanky. His organic tissue is diseased and rotted, barely holding his limbs together. His armor is green and grey. A cracked Mask of Undeath is fused to his face. He normally covers his body with a grey cloak. Background/Occupation: Mazor started his life on a small southern island. He was very well known for his skills at hunting Rahi. Seeking fame and fortune he traveled to the southern continent and took jobs hunting both Rahi and People. One day, while out on mission he obtained a mask of undeath. The mask was improperly made and when he put it on it fuzzed to his face, mutating his life essence. For a while he served with the Leauge of Six Kingdoms, but during the battle of Metru-Nui he negotiated for freedom from all obligations, he set out into Zakaz with the goal to forge his own future in this new world. Flaws: His decaying body is extremely fragile, making him easy to injure. He is also not very strong. After leaving the Dark Hunters he committed to avoid killing if at all possible, and will often go against orders to preserve other's lives. If his mask is destroyed he will cease to exist, even if his body is still intact. He is extremely independant, and doesn't like being told what to do. Powers: Mazor has a mask of Undeath Fuzed to his Face. The faulty mask's power weakens his strength and durability, but enhances his speed and dextarity. So long as the mask is attached to his face he cannot be killed and all parts of his body he is connected to will continue to function regardless of how injured he is. Disconnected body parts cease to function, but can easily be re-attached. Sustained damage to the mask has caused it to leak life energy. He must absorb the life energy of others to sustain himself. This produces a similar effect to the Hunger rahkshi powers. This power is always on at a low level, enabling him to detect nearby life forms, and he has figured out how to differentiate different levels of inteligence, but he cannot identify individuals with this power. He also carries a short sword and a specialy built Kanoka launcher. This launcher is designed to fling disks extra far, and has a sniper scope. He also usually uses Le-Metru disks for extra dsitance. OOC: I tweaked his powers a little, I hope the new set is ok.

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor let out a sigh of releaf as Irna vanished. Mata Nui waved and the barriear re-opened. Still overwhealmed and trying to process what had hapened, he simply nodded and went on his way.

IC: Mazor-Cortex Mazor released his grip on the cube, letting his hand slowly slide off, Leaving the cube in the hands of the avatar. Then everything happened at once. Mazor had let his guard down, and it seemed Irna didn't agree with his choice. He rolled out of the way as Mata-Nui advanced. Thinking quickly, he grabbed and loaded his Kanoka launcher, then stood up, aiming at his friend. "Irna," He called out. "I'm sorry, but this means a lot to me. Everything's going to work out."

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor's hand gripped a little tighter on the cube, his thoughts moved at a million Bio/hour. It would be wrong for Mata-Nui to kill a matoran, but Nuju had specifically stated they were coming here to kill Mata-Nui, so it could be considered self defence. Irna didn't trust the creature, but this whole time I've felt the cube drawing me here. He took a deep breath. All I wanted was some time to think, without other bossing me around. Is this what fuffilling destiny feels like? Being rushed around by others until you do what you were made for? If so, I don't like it. He looked up and locked eyes with Mata-Nui, not letting go of the cube. "You can have it, but I want something In return. I don't want to be anyone's servent ever again, not even yours. I want to choose what my destiny will be."

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor nodded, and looked at the cube. "Here goes nothing," He reached out to hand the cube to Mata Nui.

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor felt a lump in his throat. He looked at the cube, flicking the movable parts a little. He thought back to when he had been guided to use the cube and acidentaly changed the sky. He had felt genuingly happy, if this really was Mata Nui's will, and he was chosen for it, why should he hesitate, but there was still one thing. He turned to the avatar. "I understand that with the war outside, and Ostrix is going to find a way to wreck this place, you are in a hurry. I just . . . How do I know I can trust you?"

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor sighed, lowered his weapon, and turned back to the Avatar. "What exactly happened here? Why do you need this thing," he fingured this cube, some mistrust creeping into his voice, "to take your form? Why go through all this trouble, aren't you all powerfull?"

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor frowned, almost without thinking he launched his Kanoka. It was a medium level freeze disk forged in Ga-Metru. As the disk flew Mazor's mind guided it to hit Ostrix in the Legs. However, the wall had already been blocked off, and the disk merely froze the barriar in place.

IC: Mazor-The Cortex Mazor could feel anger boiling up again, he just wanted a moment to think. And Ostrix had the nerve to intervene. He pulled his kanoka launcher again, mostly focusing on Ostrix. He glanced over at Irna, a look of concern on his face.

IC: Mazor-Cortex "Not yet, I'm not quite satisfied." Mazor stepped back. "Nuju said that if you woke up we'd all die, but not die, what was he talking about?"

IC: Mazor-Cortex Mazor let his launcher fall to his side, He held the cube protecively to his chest. "So... are you the one who was in my head when I was using it?"

IC: Mazor-Cortex Mazor sighed as his body untensed, his Kanoka launcher was still ready but he looked much less on edge. His face went from furious to exhausted. "Where am I?" He said calmy, "What are you? What is this thing?" He pulled out the cube, "And what is it supposed to do?"

IC: Mazor-Location Unknown "Excuse me!" Mazor shouted at the Avatar pointing his Kanoka launcher at it, His voice was charged with fear, confusion and rage. "But I'm done taking orders! Ever since I got this Karzing Krom Cube thing people have been telling me what to do and where to go, and I haven't had time to proplerly think! And whenever I think I'm going to get the answers I need," He glanced at Nuju's body, "It just gets more cofusing!" He turned back to the creature, giving it a glare of pure spite. "We are not leaving!" His voice lowered, and grew cold. "I want to have a civilized discussion. You are going to answer my questions, and then I'm going to decide what I will do next."

IC: Mazor-Under the Collusium Mazor stepped into the strange tunnel, resperator strapped to his face, just in case. He did his best to keep pace with Nuju. "So," He said softly, doing his best to hide his uneasiness. "What exactly is going on here? What exactly is this thing?" He held out the Krom sphere.

IC: Mazor-Ko-Metru "Alright, let's head out." Mazor said, gesturing for the Ko-Matoran to lead the way.