Character: Senjyu Ren
Series: Ultraman Nexus
Character Age: 17
Canon: TLT, a secret organization, dedicates itself to kicking monster butt, erasing memories, researching alien technology, and saving the world on a daily basis. Whether they like it or not, they are aided by the Dunamist, a human that has bonded with the Light and is able to become Ultraman Nexus, a giant - towering over 160 feet tall - monster annihilator with glowing eyes and convenient life meter on his chest. When the Dunamist becomes too weak, or more likely, croaks epically, the Light moves on and bonds with someone else. Senjyu Ren is lucky pick number three and becomes the Third Dunamist of the series, becoming a quicker and far more reckless Ultraman than his predecessor.
Puppies and rainbows have nothing on Ren. Cheerful, energetic and seemingly simple, Ren is a worker at an amusement park where children prefer him over their own parents and he can win people over with a smile, a word, and a balloon animal. He loves the ocean and his only wish is to watch over people and make them happy. His lively personality helps distract anyone from asking questions about his past, for he is a genetically engineered child created from the Prometheus Project, an experiment concerned with genetic manipulation. Born from selected superior genes and specific DNA fragments, Ren is a human hybrid possessing great intelligence, abnormal strength, faster-than-human reflexes, and certain psychic abilities. He ran away from the institute he was raised at, desiring to live as a ‘normal human’.
Sample Post:
I’m sorry- sorry! I hope I didn’t hurt you, but you shouldn’t go grabbing people out of the blue! It’s mean, you know. You’re lucky I read the pamphlet before I arrived here. Marcy, isn’t it? One of the camp pets, right? You’re really lucky I didn’t really hurt you when I transformed. You can’t do things like that, though! I thought you were going to try and eat me! And see, you’re going to terrify some poor kid here or maybe run into someone that hasn’t read the camp pamphlet and they might seriously injure you. And I really am sorry. I - please don’t be scared of me. I’m much smaller now, right? I’m just a human now, not big and silver. There’s not so much of me to be afraid of when I’m like this.
You’re not moving. I really scared you, huh . . . wait, let’s try this. Kids, well, everyone likes this. It makes them happy, you know? I’ve gotten pretty good at it, just let me blow the balloons up and . . . there we go! It’s a lot of balloons, but you have a lot of tentacles so we should be okay. I think I can do it. See, I’ll twist here and here and connect a balloon here for your body - is it beginning to look a little like you? They're made out of rubber so they're fairly durable, you know, tough to break them. It’s okay, you can come closer if you want to look. I’m not so horrible after all, am I? Right. Let me add some . . . tentacles. I can thin them at the ends and add some twists and curves like this. I can’t really add as many as you have . . . you’re a cephalopod, aren’t you? Not that you can really answer that, but you definitely look like you should be one. Oh, see, it’s finished! What do you think? A balloon-Marcy!
That’s all right, you can take it if you want. It looks remarkably like you, don’t you think? Not too bad - you want the extra balloons? You don’t have to be so shy, you can take them. Are you going to try and make some - oh, you are! Hey, you’re pretty good with those things . . . but you might want to twist under instead of over. That works better, doesn’t it? I didn’t think you would pick this up so fast. Oh hey, that’s pretty good. It’s a person, right? The torso, the head, the arms. Everything’s there! But I don’t think it’s supposed to have . . . three . . . legs . . .
. . . Oh. The balloon-person is a he, isn’t it? Um, Marcy, your physical dimensions are a bit off concerning the human anatomy. That’s sweet . . . really close friends, I guess. Marcy. Marcy. Don’t do that with the balloon-Marcy! They don’t come that big - I see! He’s a friend for the Marcy-balloon. It's not that sort of rubber! The balloon-person is! You’re going to - !
. . . pop it.