Marcoth Talos a.k.a. Brute XVII (Roman numeral for 17, as the 17th failed experiment in this way.)
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 327 lbs.
Hair: Down to his chest and mid shoulder on his back. Color is a deep blood red.
Eyes: A luminescent blue eyes, they seem to have a glow about this in low light and darkness.
Penile measurement and style: Length-15" erect and 10" limp. Girth- 8 1/2" around while erect and 6" around while limp.
Pubic style: no hair over his entire body from his shoulders down. Hair on his head and face were the only things to grow while being generated.
Background: Marcoth Talos, the name given to him after the only futa scientist who created him, and three other female scientists. The four wear intending to create a strong and more affective Futa who could breed at a higher rate, but the experiment often failed and make a male instead. Only a male with a futanari super human strengths. He was the 17th of his kind and the only one who escaped the capture of the scientist for as long as he had. He was the first to gain another trait that his former brother's had not had. He gained above primal thought and was actual adaptive and highly intelligent while also incredibly built and strong with a sex drive of a Futanari and the cock near one as well. His entire body was toned and muscled as well as his freakish, even for a human males, height. After being created, the saw their mistake and ordered a guard to kill him, but unlike the former mistakes such as himself, Marcoth had cognition and knew and understood what they were saying to do to him. So acting on his animal instinct he charged the two futanari guards and rushed out of the facility through brute force and has since then, moved from the back water planet he was on and moved from place to place dressing mainly in low level entire making most thinking he was a traveling drunk. Never staying in one place for to long scared that the Futanari might just find him again and destroy or use their fail secret experiments on the humans. He would never go quietly, he knew they would no doubt torture him to death before even considering pulling out a gun and putting it to his head.
Personality: Born in to the world looking as though he was barely breaking his mid 20s, he became an avid reader, and gathering as much information as he could about different things, hand to hand tactics, weapons handling, hand to hand weapons handling, Escape and evasion, and even managed to get a hold of information on the Fu.C.K Corps tactics for search and destroy, knowing his enemy by heart. Highly intelligent and very calm and collected at all times, even while fighting, Marcoth looks like a younger version of the wondering drunks who moved from planet to planet seeing if someone would let them stay. Making him stay out of most people's radar of remembering. Keeping and scruffy beard, not very thick at all, and his hair long making sure to keep his massive size down by wearing large rag like cloaks and walking hunched over, making him seem tall, but not as tall as he was. He remains within his own mind, just running till there were no more planets to run to. Since he has been on the run and dressing lowly, he has tattooed his body on various planets giving himself full sleeves and one of his pecs covered.
Gear: Wearing large cloak like rags of leather and rough cotton on his upper body, he also had a well hidden steel plated vest which was slightly darker like his deep tanned skin from being in the sun for hours naked on the first planet he awoke on. His legs were covered with torn up jeans that showed his very strong legs and a pair of black boots with no laces, he ran barefoot most of the time anyways. He has two curved back serrated blades, much like a reverse scythe and also he has a small bag that he uses for his back pack carrying many grenades both smoke and frag, with a few flash bangs as well, all for escape tactics.
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