First draft.
Contest.
I can't improve upon the last two categories. I'm just gonna repost them, you outdid yourself there ebbor. But I've combined our ideas in the looks category, so here's the more descriptive shattered Omega:
What you look like The war the first queen fought, assuming she was the first, was brutal. Her plan to remake herself and seed clones to take up her cause almost failed: Many were destroyed by the enemy, and the memories of the Omega queen tell her that she herself was almost destroyed. The enemy, great and terrible as the first queens army was, was able to hunt down most hidden queens; they thought they destroyed the one who called herself Omega when their orbital lasers caused her cavern to collapse on top of her.
But she lived, her mind fragmented into parts throughout her body, redundant features built into her by her progenitor so that as long as one small segment remained, she could rebuild. Fortunately, many fragments survived. As she drank from the slime of memories, her grand head sprouted small legs and tentacles out of it's neck stump, and out of the cracks and in her carapace, and the large chunk missing from her face. Her mind found other fragments nearby, a pair of her original legs still connected with a fragment of thorax, two more legs nearby, and a much larger section of thorax with a shoulder and most of an arm - at the elbow, it had split into two arms, but one of them had broken off. Each mind was given telekinetic life and vigor, nutrients teleported into the redundant respiratory and pulmonary systems from her head, as the much smaller limbs carried it deeper into the slime pool to consume. Soon these segments too started to spout new smaller limbs from their wounds, and carry them into place, and grasp each other to form a semblance of her form as it would have been if she had been left undamaged. She soon discovered her remaining pieces, the last piece of her face, which was little more than a eye and a section of her brain, which she sent to the surface to scout; and her abdomen, which was far to heavy and great to move under it's own power. Even though it had been almost flattened, enough of it remained to repair.
Her eye went to act as lookout, and her head climbed out of the hole to look for more food as she telepathically supervised the reparation's of her body. Her many legs cleared the area and carried different goos produced in vats forming on the sides of her abdomen. Her remaining arm crawled through her wounds, cleaning out infections and reshaping her flesh to begin preparing herself to bear young. Eventually she finished, and her abdomen became the factory to create her weapons of revenge and conquest - large sacs of fluids would swell up on the sides filled with young, and hormones and goo would be pumped in through external veins that writhed about. Between these, open cauldrons of flesh filled with different fluids, ranging from caustics acids to destroy mistakes to regenerative fluids to accelerate healing and growth. As the young mature, the sacs are cut open and the grubs spill out onto the ground, nutritive fluid draining around them for them to eat as they mature. The work done, her legs and arm separated to roam and tunnel out her nest, hunting pests and farming fungal growths to feed her ravenous mouth.
Her main head resembles that of an ants, with her right eye being large and multifaceted, although the left eye is missing, and down the front of her face are a series of smaller different eyes resembling those from different species, each able to see in a different range of colors; some "see" things which are not even electromagnetic waves at all. Cracks exist on her face, which have been "healed" by having grasping tentacles and pointed limbs grow out of the wound, and the head crawls along the ground on a random assortment of several small similar limbs. Her mouth is lined with rings of teeth, and is surrounded by three pairs of mandibles, one for grabbing prey, one for pulling it into the mouth, and one for lacerating it.
Her shell, on her head and the remains of her torso, and what parts of her abdomen haven't been opened up, is an armored carapace so black it dims the light around her; Over time she has decorated it with refractive dyes and crystals, to create a prismatic display to better confuse and daze her enemies with. Her shell is also stained with the blood and juices of her food around her mouth, as she does not bother to clean them off. She would have once had wings, grand and multicolored and as large as her abdomen, capable of space flight, but they were unrevivable and recycled for nutrients. And from her abdomen, if one looked through the sacs of young and the vats of myriad fluids, a glow of light is emitted, an eternal flame of internal hatred emanating out into her cave.
She is capable of teleporting small objects, particularly ones inside her body, short distances, allowing her to keep her ruined body alive while each limb performs a different function. Her smaller tentacles, grown after her supposed death, allow her to manipulate things much finer than she would have been capable of otherwise, improving on her ability to reshape life as she saw fit. In times of danger, her separated pieces can cling together to form a facsimile of her once mighty form, allowing her to fight as she once would have, with tooth and claw and massive crushing legs, bringing the weight of her abdomen down upon even the most monstrous of foes. But when she is idle, she resembles little more than a dead, splattered insect, her limbs lying about, her head far from her body, with the only sign of life being the ever churning factory. Albeit the largest insect you've ever seen.
What your Ethos is: (Verbatim Ethos's version, with typos fixed) Omega is, like all of the creatures, driven by a constant desire to improve herself. She would like to believe she has surpassed her mother's design. But how can she know that she has improved, if she does not know what her original intent was? In time, what was once a minor niggling of doubt has turned into an obsessive desperation to unearth the past and lay these fears to rest, or see them confirmed and remake herself once more.
What your Mutageneic quirk is: (Verbatim Ethos's version) Omega's spawn, like herself, does not die easily. Even torn apart, they will cling to live, dismembered though they are. Claws will still bite, wings will still beat, all that can be done will be done to ensure that every last piece of the hive fights till it has completely consumed it's last nutrient.
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