Is magitech okay? And do they all have to come from the same universe, or could they come in from a different continuum?
The backstory is finally done. Don't know why I wrote a novel for it.
Name: Tooma Ebenon (XC-007)
Physical: Tooma is a six armed cyborg. His torso is sheer cybernetics, with various runes and engravings placed into the metal. In the center of his chest there is a small hemisphere jutting out from the metal, with a light blue wisp glowing within it. Tubing and engravings lead from a metal pack filled with bubbling mana down his arms and legs towards small rectangular devices on the back of his hand and palm, also with runes engraved onto them.
His arms are made to look like muscles, with metal plating upon the underlying flesh. They appear to be extremely muscular, about 4-6 inches wide. The hands are humanlike, five fingered and also covered with the same bronze like metal. When he uses magic, the metal glows slightly, and small lights on the rectangular units light.
His head is simply a giant box of sensors, with a trench running horizontally where the eyes would be. The bottom of the trench is a clear black plastic, with red lights running beneath it. The top of the head is rounded, and has another rectangular unit atop it. As opposed to a normal neck, he has a metallic tendril which can extend and shrink depending on the needs.
Mental: Most of Tooma's body is only 5 years old. But his mind is that of a 143 years old Mage Lord. As such, he is wizened, patient and generous, but he's somewhat reserved in speaking, preferring not to speak about his past. He can also be stubborn at times.
Bio (Optional): Tooma grew up as an apprentice techno magus since he was a small child. He was born into his guild, the White-Eyes, where he was found to have remarkable abilities in understanding the underlying laws of magic. So, he was initiated into the sub-guild of meta-magic, becoming one of the most talented apprentices in that field. He accomplished this not only through his natural talents, but also through intensive study and focused training. But, with training taking up all his time, Tooma never had any time to make friends or be social.
He grew up with few friends and fewer close ones, spending most of his time training and studying right up to his graduation. He graduated with honors in his sub-guild, being recruited as the mage for an adventuring party straight out of school. The group, containing, other than him, a exo-suit wearing swordsman, a sniper and a stealth specialist found him to be an odd one, always off experimenting with his magic and gathering reagents rather than chatting with the group or helping to pack.
Their quests were primarily for the government, reconnasiance on the surrounding kingdoms, sabotaging weapons and armies. Eventually however, their group split up and they went their seperate ways. He went back to the wizards complex, where he continued his experiments and practice, discovering more laws of magic, as well as discovering more ways to use them. While his plan was to spend the rest of his life as a magical scholar, the government he lived under didn't see the same plan. They had him lead a magical research project for the purpose of finding a better method of mana transfer. Though he didn't know it, the intent of the device was to power a battle mech capable of massacring cities without the need for exotic materials or ingredients, using only magic instead.
Over the course of the research project, he was smitten by one of his fellow researchers, a fellow meta-mage. He requested a work place closer to hers, and over time, they grew closer, but as friends. As their relationship progressed, their research did as well, and they came closer and closer to a breakthrough.
When they came to their breakthrough, he worked up the nerve to ask her out, and she said yes, to his great relief. They set a date, set a place, and they met. The date went well, and they scheduled another.
Unbenownst to him, however, the military was already at work, developing weapons using their research. The first was a small automatic vehicle, about the size of a dog named XC-001, which wielded the power of a battleship in sheer magical strength. Of course, that was only in lab tests. When it was taken to the field, however, it's A.I. couldn't handle that much energy and was a sitting target for their foes. XC-002 to XC-004 suffered similar issues. So, they gave up on automated weapons, and began constructing stronger, faster battlesuits and vehicles.
By the time Tooma was 42, XC-005 had finished development. A battle tank the size of an apartment complex, it was a 5 man vehicle able to crush cities. And it did. City after city fell before it, then it was felled, by the only thing able to peer it. A nuclear warhead. Multiple, in fact, all focused onto the cockpit. With it's collapse collapsed the war machine. That, however, was not going to last if the military had its way, and they began construction of XC-006, an exosuit which was much smaller and less powerful, but extremely agile and much more mobile. With it, they were going to crush the remaining countries against them, who possesed no such weapon.
It was then, that Tooma's girlfriend, now wife, took a stand against the government. Before, she'd followed his cautious advice, that they couldn't stop such a force. After, she simply was too angry to listen. She went out to stop XC-006, alongside a group of people who shared her disgust. After a few moments of hesitation, he followed her, only to find that he was too late, in the form of a fireball where the army base once stood.
After this, he returned to their shared home, not leaving for a few weeks. During those weeks, rebellion and revolution sprung up in his home country, coinciding perfectly with the rebuttal of the countries they had invaded into their lands. The rebels and foreigners pushed into the capital, eventually conquering the Senate itself. There, the corrupt senators were put to death for crimes against the people of all nations. Sadly, the bloodshed did not end there.
Now that they'd conquered the land,the foreigners established a puppet state, which, as soon as it gained power, began to root out any and all loyalists to the old ways, or anyone who could pose a threat to their new regime. During this purge of the traitorous, families were ripped asunder and lives ruined. In addition, to the contrary of their claims of freeing the populace, the restrictions and injustices only grew stronger, as well as more numerous. However, they were in the name of protecting against an internal threat instead of a foreign one. Tooma did not stand for such things, not this time.
Inspired by the example of his late wife, he joined with a rebellion force as well, only to be suprised to find many of his partners from his old adventuring party present. After becoming reacquainted, they prepared to fight once more. But the war was a losing one, with the long arm of the law and the fact that the foes power base was distant to contend with, the rebels couldn't sabotage the government efficiently enough. Eventually, they thought they saw a weakness they could exploit, and sent Tooma, as well as another 6 soldiers to exploit it. But it was a trap, set up by a man broken under the interrogation of the government.
Without a way out, and low on everything from magic to throwing knives, the group was hopeless. Tooma, however, saw a way. He'd heard that one was able to convert their own life force to energy, then use it in a spell. But, the greater the spell, the greater the loss, and he gave up his life to teleport the group back to base.
The group got away safely, and spread the tale of his sacrifice. The story passed around the rebel circles, growing greater and greater. Days became weeks, weeks became months and months became years. While the time grew, so did his figure. He became a near-mythical figure, a martyr for them to rally around. But their spirit couldn't trump martial superiority. They lost battle after battle, hanging onto Tooma as a person to rally around.
Then the rebels discovered the XC weapons. While they didn't have the materials or tools to create any of the larger weapons, they did have the brains to create a new weapon. XC-007. They created it, powered it, but they couldn't give it a mind. Too small to have somebody inside, too valuable to be controlled by imprecise remotes. But, they did have the power to call back the spirits of the dead. Though the government didn't like this power, they were rebels, so they couldn't really care less. They took the spirit of Tooma back from the grave and put it into the XC-007. But not even a superweapon could stand against the governments power. But maybe, maybe, another plane could. Infusing it with interplanal mana and armoring it with the greatest metal they could find, they jettisoned the XC-007 into another dimension, with a mission to return once it had built an army.