Name: Yal'ic (Translation: unknown)
Hero Name: Chronic
Yal'ic is made up of numerous bits and pieces that reshape and reform. They are metallic in nature, but seem to be able to form into a liquid shape as well. His humanoid form can be manipulated to form disguises that make him human. The picture used is his combat form and his preferred form.
Yal'ic cannot take a gaseous form.
Personality: Quiet, intelligent, and unresponsive to emotions. Yal'ic is a robotic entity through and through, though his technology does not remain consistent with any known source so far, alien or human. As such, he remains unable to connect to others. He is, however, quite observant and does seem to show more sentience than he lets on. Included with this is his strange need to protect people, though he perceives it more as his intended directive than as a mindset he developed himself.
Adaptation At Its Finest: Yal'ic has the ability to manipulate the very make up of his body to fit the situation at hand. He can do this with his entire body, or simply parts of his body.
Form Manipulation: Yal'ic can break apart, mold shapes, segment off, melt up, or combine back all parts of his body.
Immunity to Electrical Properties: Strangely enough, Yal'ic does not utilize electricity and his forms do not conduct electricity. Magnetic forces and EMPs do nothing to stop him either.
He cannot adapt to gain the following properties and also does not have tools to deal with such properties:
1. Creation or Destruction of Mass
2. Production or Control of Gravitational Forces
3. Creation of Biological Entities
He is also susceptible to magic and has no easy answer to magic that simply overpowers him. In addition to this, there is a "core" flaw that hits him the hardest. Though small in size and relatively hard to find, once his core is significantly damaged or destroyed, Yal'ic ceases all functions and shuts down. Regeneration of said core takes days if not weeks to reform and in those moments, the rest of his body disintegrates into nothingness (unless the core is destroyed at which point the rest of his body condenses to form said core). If the core is destroyed in its healing state, he will die.
Waking up in a lab would have been the first thing that most creations like him would have seen. Instead, Yal'ic woke up in the sewers of Gotham, air singed and the ground bloodied and crusty with dried crimson. His sentience had not begun to act at that moment and it took a while before he found himself standing where he was. There, he heard his objective . . . or more, felt it in his body.
For a moment, the word meant nothing. Help needed to be directed, to be pushed towards so that he would have a target. Without any sort of understanding, he simply stood there as before and watched the floor endlessly. But that was when a distinct feeling came to him, a feeling that he thought he felt somewhere. For a moment, it was as though he felt as though a soul rushed into him, but without a true body to comprehend, he continued to stand as before.
He needed to help people. But who were people? Another rush came and went as he felt his malformed leg shape into something humanoid. He needed to help people . . . no question. He knew who people were, but why did he need to. Because it was . . . good.
But what was good. Yal'ic couldn't think straight as he pushed for another step with his new left leg. Yal'ic technically didn't even know his name until his arm reached forward for nothing . . . or was it something?
Hearing screams above him, he looked up to take in the world he had ignored. People were there. People needed help and where ever friend was, he would find him.
Whatever it took.
(Currently not knowing if I should have him appear before or after the Dan'Shee's arrival.)