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About Vetch No-Toes

Stickybomb Grenade II
Shock Grenade I
ysoki refractor suit

Zero Pistol, Hailstorm-Class

Vetch walks with a limp, but the bright colors of the wraps of cabling that circles his hands, arms, waist, legs, and ankles are much more noteworthy. He is an older rat, walking proudly within the confines of his limp. In his left hand is a stout, thin cudgel (more of part of a server rack that he's tightly wrapped in cable wire) that he also uses as a walking cane.

Vetch stands a proud 3'5" tall. He is somewhat old for his race, 47, but still feels like he has a lot of life left in him, and a lot of living yet to do.

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The old ysoki paces up and down the shuttle with a good hitch in his gate, his walking stick clanging along with his steps. He just can't sit still for the flight and wants to stretch his legs.

His cane is not his pride. It's a mighty fine cane, and the color computer cables wrapped around the handle are one of his prides. He made it himself, it's a good cane.

No, his pride is something he can't even see, touch, taste, or truly know: he knows that Triune has use for him. He knows this because he knows this and because he can see it in the stars. And because he knows this, he is impatient. He can't spend time sitting around doing nothing when there are things to do. No, no. Brigh wouldn't like that at all. Brigh likes to keep things moving, and so does Vetch.

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Vetch stops his pacing to adjust some of the multi-hued cabling that wraps his arms, legs, & torso. Wraps that bind his armor to his body, but also signify his devotion to what ysoki and computer can do together. With his bindings, Vetch aims to be an avatar for the connection of flesh and computer.

He walks all the way up to the cockpit and stares at the door for a moment, as if hoping they had just arrived at their destination. Then, he spins on his good foot, and walks again down the cabin...his cane clacking along with his feet.

He smiles at many, joy in his heart and a smirk in his eyes. He knows things. He is being called.

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Vetch kneels down to re-wrap the red Cat 5k cable around his right leg, then the bright blue cabling below that. His cane clunks as he puts it down next to him so he has two hands free.

He smiles as he does this, knowing that his flair, the connection between the living and technology. He checks his other wiring...the yellow, red, and orange bands that hangs at his meager biceps. Similar bands of colorful cables surround his waist, chest, calves, and ankles...sort of a badge of office or statement of principle.