Name: Atrin Destine
Gender: Male
Species: Ghost
Profession: Artistic Engineer
Residence: Garbage Dump
Abilities:
(Ghost) Phasing/invisibility
(Orb) Matter Restoration - The ability to restore an object or to it's rightful state, Either the object as a whole or it's components. This may also be used on wounds or injuries as a method of reversing damage. This may not however revive the dead.

Appearance:
Destine's form is for the most part a gaseous creature formed of grey, purple, and inky black fog. His form is however curiously ornamented with Copper and Gold plates which act as markers of a pelvis, chest, fingers, and face. The 'face' bearing a sphere of polished glass in each socket. The whole ensemble is decorative and serves no other purpose then then the superficial one of "It was aesthetically pleasing".

Personality/bio:
Uppity, curios, and perhaps a little pedantic, Destine is a highly detail oriented person and will obsess over the tiniest aspect of the most mundane task. This does however lead to him making the solution to issues posed to him far more complicated then the actual issue itself.
This striving for the perfect solution is part of the reason he is interested not only by the function of objects, but also their form according to his own sense of 'style'. While perhaps not the best judge of looks, he will occasionally forgo function for form until it 'feels right' in his tastes. Although, he can appreciate the method and madness of other peoples works; Silently judging until they quite usually provide him the simple solution he needed all along. The fastidious ghost, in spite of his shortcomings, at the very least knows when to admit his defeat, folly, and to make amends.
While perhaps standoffish at first meeting, Destine is a steadfast companion eager to solve all his acquaintances problems (in the most overly complicated way possible) once his respect is earned.
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Having been an artist and inventor for most of it's time on the surface, Destine whiled away his time amidst the junk piles scavenging for the ideal scrap and refuse for the construction of his varies gadgets and sculptures. While fresh materials were easier to use, Destine found an odd sense of satisfaction in giving new purpose to the old and forgotten. Usually adding them into the network of complicated systems that span his abode for the purpose of lighting, cooking when the inspirationg struck, and even music... as off key as a collection of cans, shoes, and xylophone keys would tend to be.
Driven by a sudden urge to create a self flipping burger device, the ghost was dismantling one of his sculptures for parts when he encountered a glow. Rusted spatula in one hand from his previous project, he searched through the growing pile of refuse that was his art to find this 'glow' he had encountered was a small emerald sphere. Strange. He vaguely remembered finding it in a chute from the CORE but had it known it glowed he would have used it long ago as more then an ankle joint for his Dog sculpture.... if that mess of wires and springs was a dog after all. But what startled the ghost was simply how pristine the sculpture had looked. Taking it in his hands he could feel a cold tingling as the plating of his 'fingers' polished and before his very eyes. It was not long after that he learned the objects properties as one item after another formed and reconstructed at the directed power of the stone. It seemed like fate that he, who made new from the old, found something that truly was able to make the old new again. With this new power in hand, and a near endless supply of materials, the artist started his work anew. Inventing and sculpting to his heart's content with the reborn refuse of the garbage dump. With any luck, the CORE would notice him and his work. Perhaps even realizing his dream of joinign the esearch team if he actually knuckled down on the courses he'd neglected in favor of his art.... Someday.

Maybe...

Until then, there was and is work to be done! No time to be worrying about such things when he has so many new ideas.