Name: "I've forgotten. The only thing I remember being called was scum. Yeah. That sounds nice." Scum Age: ??? Height: 8'6, and by no means skinny. Appearance: A massive, well, "man." His clothes are those of the legion's standard prisoners. Orange, plain. The numbers 1786 are fading out in black over his heart. His body is covered in scars to the point where there is barely any normal skin. A sign of legion "hospitality." One of his eyes is gone, replaced by another scar to add to his collection. And I mean gone, no white eye. His hands are invisible, covered in a legion steel block, almost unbreakable. A ball and chain pats on one foot, also made of legion steel. Weapons: His restraints. These are enchanted with legion magic to well, resist it. It suppresses his magic, for the most part, and almost all around him, negates the powers. Powers: Unbreakable. That's how his body is. It's almost impossible to break his bones, but sharp objects will do the job... Sometimes. Bullets seem to bounce off, however. In other words, "You're going to need a bigger gun..." Strength: He is one of the strongest... Things alive. A good swing from his block on his hands will break almost anything, including you. Advised to stay at distance, or prepare to dodge. Painless. Just how it sounds. Healer: Legion magic heals him slowly over time. Like. REALLY slowly. It would take a day for a good stab. Bio: I'd rather not reveal too much about the legion yet, but he's an escaped prisoner, through an inter dimensional portal. Once a man of pride, it all left him once captured, now a man of madness and insanity... He is broken. His past is almost all forgotten to him, and disregarded it if he remembers. Bad memories.