Name
Khimon
Clique
Formerly Zotaxia
Figurine (Build & Scale)
Minifig
Role
Avenger, Purveyor of Violence, Fused Malevolent
Appearance
A figure with a grey UFO helmet and a suit of light military armor. The armor is silver and segmented, with a noticeable “core” section that glows with blue light.
A ragged half-cape, formerly a red flight uniform, is draped around their neck and right shoulder.
A half-finished machine-gauntlet is affixed around the right hand. It sparks frequently.
Tools and Abilities
A simple knife, given as part of Khimon’s service in the Zotaxian Navy. It can be charged with psionic power to increase its cutting power and durability, albeit briefly.
A small Space Blaster, tucked away by Khimon’s hip. If the knife can’t reach.
Khimon’s brain swells with psychic power. With the help of the UFO helmet its power can be channeled into energy beams that can destroy and rebuild objects they hit.
As a psychic, Khimon can telepathically talk to others and hear thoughts sent back. This talent is ill-suited to deeper probing, unless the subject is willing to share.
Chamons from other worlds used to be able to easily share, before the fusing.
This power can enable Khimon to telekinetically manipulate objects around them, and to briefly levitate themselves or others.
Bio
Bio: Khimon was once a simple Zotaxian, known for little besides timidity and a profound inability to be noticed. A wannabe pilot, always two days away from washing out and being demoted to janitor duty.
But one day Khimon heard a voice. A voice like a Zotaxians’, but familiar and knowledgeable about who they were. A voice that was willing to help teach the young Zotaxian about how to be noticed, how to learn all those skills that seemed to elude them, and most of all-
-how to fly.
Years later, Khimon had become one of the top pilots of the Zotaxian Navy. Good enough to pilot for the Officer and the Overlord himself, and veteran of many skirmishes. The voices stayed faithfully all the while, alternate Chamons teaching how to not just scrape by in life but excel.
It was a good life. It was Khimon’s dream, made real.
A new voice, a Chamon that called himself the Scientist, began to speak then. Talking about creating a machine to leap between worlds, to finally meet everyone who had helped Khimon succeed. To be able to thank them all in person.
But then the Darknet Machine turned on.
And Khimon’s dream became a nightmare.
The voices that had helped, guided, advised?
All silenced.
The nation Khimon had served faithfully, poured heart and soul into?
Plunged into chaos as they grappled with a new world.
And the Zotaxian?
Fractured. Fused with all their guides and cognizant of none, mind flowing with new thoughts and new powers and new fears.
The world was shattered and Khimon was lost.
But even lost, they know something horrible has happened. Someone has done something they should not have.
Someone can fix things and turn them back to how they should be.
They’ll fix it.
No matter.
I don’t have a complete minifigure yet, but when I do I’ll post them.