Heyo all! This is my trench coat-bearing, katana-toting pistoléro self-MOC, Wreax "Havoc" (Wreak havoc? get it?), a former Toa, Dark Hunter, Contract Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, and constant insurrectionist.
I had this whole thing of how Wreax became a Toa, killed somebody by mistake, evacuated the Matoran Universe, then came back when the air was toxic and robot was uninhabitable to receive his unintended victim of many years before's mask, and eventually had to put it on. It was the Mask of Insurrection, and if you're interested, you can read all about it here- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10844010/1/BIONICLE-Dusk-of-Darker-Days-Sequel-conclusion-to-Dusk-of-the-Toa
It's kind of a plug.
Fanfiction get's a really bad rap from pop culture but it's actually a great tool.
Realizing his destiny, Wreax must help the Toa, to defeat the Dark Hunters.
Bringing down his katana, the bes'bev, to strike!
Too warm for coats. Obviously.
Wreax isn't just barrel chested. He's quad barrel chested.
He's an outlaw loose and runnin', comes the whisper from each lip, and he's here to do some business with the Big Iron on his hip.
So this has been Wreax. He is currently (Spoiler if you really want to read my fanfiction) dead, stuck in limbo. But just *where* is that "limbo"?
So yeah. This is Wreax, Toa of Plasma (probably should've said that earlier but he's only Toa by species and not occupation) or, ('nother fanfiction spoiler) a great being . He lost an eye on his aforementioned return to the Matoran Universe, holds grudges like clockwork and believes in no higher power than people themselves, once united. He does not believe in destiny, only old, crazy, senile elders such as Vakama.
This was V5. Thanks for lookin'!
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