OOC: Abilities, Skills, and Weaknesses
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crisis_invertedThe human-alien hybrid who goes by the name Ashlar Doxon has a biology and abilities that combine those of both humans and Gallifreyan Time Lords, the humanoid species that forms half of his "parentage." A medical professional examining him would categorize him as human, but with some unusual congenital deformities. His heart is relatively weak, its beat shallow and his blood pressure quite high; in the right side of his chest cavity, a tangle of blood vessels form a rudimentary, unfunctioning pump. His brain structure exhibits some abnormalities, as well, though the examiner would be quick to notice that Ashlar's mental faculties are in no way impaired. In fact, he's in the very upper range of human intelligence, with a remarkable (though not eidetic) memory, an ear for languages (he's fluent in hundreds, both past and present, including many of non-Earth origin), and a genius for mathematics, science, and engineering. He can perform calculations in his head that would be beyond the capacity of even most savants, and code-switch between languages, both written and spoken, mid-sentence without pause. He can, however, forget things and make mistakes in his calculations and language memory—he can never predict these errors, and they frustrate him enormously.
His eyesight and hearing are perfect, and his body is unscarred, except for a smooth white scar at the base of his sternum. Much of the wear and tear that a 39-year-old body should have experienced, his body does not exhibit. He ages, but lightly—he will always look young for his age, and may, if his heart doesn't give out, live to the maximum human lifespan, beyond 100 years. He heals with the quickness of a child, and rebounds quickly, though within human norms, from injury. He has a slightly greater resistance to radiation poisoning and to other poisons than most human beings (though, conversely, he has strong allergic reactions to some common substances, including aspirin and, much to his un-amusement, celery).
The drums, the 1-2-3-4 psychic signature unique to the Master, did not carry over to the metacrisis—though he does have above-average psychic sensitivity, for a human being. With skin-to-skin contact and concentration, he may be able to catch the barest hint of what someone else is thinking or feeling. Similarly, he has a rudimentary time sense—just enough that disturbances in space-time near him may put him on edge, though he may not be able to pinpoint why.
He's practiced with edged weapons (rapiers, broadswords, Japanese-style swords) and concealable weapons (knives, poisons, small firearms), and usually keeps a discreet, well-made handgun on his person—he's engineered a small disruptor chip that keeps it from registering to metal detectors, though someone patting him down will find it.
His eyesight and hearing are perfect, and his body is unscarred, except for a smooth white scar at the base of his sternum. Much of the wear and tear that a 39-year-old body should have experienced, his body does not exhibit. He ages, but lightly—he will always look young for his age, and may, if his heart doesn't give out, live to the maximum human lifespan, beyond 100 years. He heals with the quickness of a child, and rebounds quickly, though within human norms, from injury. He has a slightly greater resistance to radiation poisoning and to other poisons than most human beings (though, conversely, he has strong allergic reactions to some common substances, including aspirin and, much to his un-amusement, celery).
The drums, the 1-2-3-4 psychic signature unique to the Master, did not carry over to the metacrisis—though he does have above-average psychic sensitivity, for a human being. With skin-to-skin contact and concentration, he may be able to catch the barest hint of what someone else is thinking or feeling. Similarly, he has a rudimentary time sense—just enough that disturbances in space-time near him may put him on edge, though he may not be able to pinpoint why.
He's practiced with edged weapons (rapiers, broadswords, Japanese-style swords) and concealable weapons (knives, poisons, small firearms), and usually keeps a discreet, well-made handgun on his person—he's engineered a small disruptor chip that keeps it from registering to metal detectors, though someone patting him down will find it.
