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Karteria | Natural Soul Info
5's Natural Soul is an Aves type based on a mish-mash of a few different influences, both real and imagined:
Dromaeosaur type dinosaurs (or "raptors", in layman's terms) for overall kind of body type/vibe
Harpy Eagles and Crowned Eagles for plumage pattern insp, and the distinct feather crests atop their heads.
His color scheme is color picked directly from the Gundam he used to pilot, because I'm mean.
When he's in full-shift, I imagine his movements and mannerisms are much like that of the Indoraptor from the Jurassic World franchise: he tends to stand on all four limbs when at rest, and can kind of scramble around like that, but when agitated and in need of speed he can get up on his hind legs easily and sprint.
Imprints
Kalim Al-Asim
At a first glance it might seem kind of odd that these two have clicked the way they have, given their vastly different backgrounds and Five's general distrust of most people. Well, we have Patho-Gen to thank directly for this one! Turns out that getting tossed in a holding cell with Kalim while hopped up on experimental drug side effects might actually one of the best things to happen to Five since he got here. With Five's natural wariness suppressed and his libido stoked, the two wound up, uh, making out??? After receiving their mandatory vaccines? And then Kalim proved himself a deft hand at grooming pinfeathers, and Five was pretty much doomed.
Even if the choice to let Kalim into his sphere wasn't exactly made while he was of sound mind, it's turned out to be a mostly net positive for Five. With the hurdle of initial contact already surmounted, Five quickly realized that Kalim is one of THE most sincere and non-threatening idiots in the entire multiverse. This means Kalim can be a vital source of uncomplicated (and largely unconditional) physical and emotional affection for him; something that he was in desperate need of, frankly, and might have taken ages to find otherwise.
There is just one snag: Kalim's scheming, overbearing mommy-butler Jamil is the other half of a package deal. And he fucking hates Five's guts.
Together the three of them make up a horrible little polycule that is ASTONISHINGLY dysfunctional for it's bare minimum size. As if that wasn't messy enough at base, Five has also been living on their couch for the last several months and paying rent for the displeasure. Above all, because he wants to stay close to Kalim. For an Enhanced Person with no name or face of his own, just mattering to someone is an intoxicating enough reward to make the trouble worth it.
Elan Ceres (the real one)
This is the second imprint Five has gained thanks to Patho-Gen's friendly experimental pacification vaccine, and he is much, MUCH more pissed about this one.
Enhanced Person No. 4
The clones are unionizing