Enmo Fempto
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| Basic Information | |
|---|---|
| Aliases | Enmo |
| Species | Gelum |
| Pronouns | He/They |
| Physical Information | |
| Age | 102 |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Birthday | December 21 |
| Date of Death | Unknown |
| Unique Features | Icy Exterior |
| Biographical Information | |
| Homeworld | Singulon |
| Group Affiliation | Polaris Intergalactic Shipping Services |
| Status | Alive |
| Magic/Abilities | Maintence, Engineering |
| Relationships | |
| Kin | none |
| Marital | none |
| Out-of-Character Information | |
| Minecraft Username | Mushroomu |
| Discord Username | nexar_mushroomu |
"Do you hear it? The beat of the cogs and the harmony of the metal. There is no song quite like it" — Enmo Fempto
Enmo Fempto is a Gelum from Singulon. They were originally a maintenance worker for the Gelum Singularity, but currently they work for the Polaris Intergalactic Shipping Services. During their time in Singulon, Enmo slimy body had been frozen, and now their body has more of a slushy consistency. Apparently, Enmo can hear machines talking to them, though this claim has never been substantiated.
Appearance
An orginally green Gelum that has now frozen over to be a cool light blue color. They wear a brown leather zip-up jacket and grey sweat pants. However, due to their frigidness ice forms all over thier clothes and body. Unlike other Gelum, their body is very opaque.
Work on Singulon
Enmo was a typical Gelum. They were a maintenance worker for the facilities of inner Singulon. They worked on repairing mechanical machines, recalibrating arcane processes, and doing tech work on the systems relating to the artificial singularity. The facility was large and vast with catwalks, bridges and hallways connecting to different sectors and buildings relating to the upkeep and research of the singularity. Enmo was not the only maintenance worker, but his coworkers would often take long breaks or leave completely due to the harsh conditions. Not only was it dangerous work, but the job causes people to feel headaches and nausea. It is speculated that this was due to the prolonged and close exposure to the singularity. This didn’t bother Enmo as much, but what did bother them was the temperature. Maybe for the lack of AC in the maintenance areas, or due to the exercise one gets from running around the facility, but Enmo was always very hot. Enmo thought about taking a break, but there was never any time. The singularity was very complex and thus very prone to accidents and malfunction; One ticket was submitted after the next and Enmo was constantly catching up with the backlog.
Many who work with Enmo call them a hard worker, but to Enmo they were just doing their job. At this point, Enmo felt they couldn’t sit back and relax as they felt they were the only ones who could keep up with the work. They needed to teach the interns, write reports, and do tasks deemed too dangerous for others. They never complained or asked for concessions, but they did wish it wasn’t so hot all the time.
Singularity
It's uncommon for a task to take up a couple of days, but not unusual. Enmo received a ticket detailing a long and arduous order close to the center of the singularity. Enmo groaned and grabbed their tool bag. They weaved through the maintenance halls towards their objective. They plugged their diagnostic tool into a control panel, which showed errors in multiple locations. So they got to work. Screwing and unscrewing, wiring and rewiring. Debugging code and protocols. About three hours passed since and the heat was constant. They checked their diagnostics again. It showed more errors in different locations. This wasn’t strange to Enmo as changing one part of a system can lead to other parts failing. So Enmo carried on as the temperature increased. As Enmo was going to their various tasks, they started to get lost a bit. They sometimes would open the wrong panel or go into the wrong room. It was clear that heat was getting to him, but Enmo trudged on. Seven hours had passed since the start and once again Enmo ran diagnostics. Still more errors. Enmo sighed and took a small break, finding a somewhat cooler area nearby to eat their lunch or at this point dinner.
At this point Enmo considered clocking out, but this task was critical and had to be done. So they stood back up and continued. Bolting, wiring, wrenching. 11 hours. Walking, Climbing, resting. 15 hours. Cogs, Screws, Panels. 21 hours. Wrong room, Wrong wire, wrong task. 32 hours. Smauldering, Burning, Boiling. 57 hours. Just one more task, just one more error, just one more. 83 hours. Don’t stop, don’t falter, don’t rest. 120 hours. Just need to flick this switch… and click.
It was done. No more errors; task complete. Enmo slumped and chuckled a bit. They looked at their diagnostic tool again. It said that it was only the next morning since they started. Enmo was confused, but was too tired to think. They got up, singed a bit from the hot metal plates and started to head out. They looked around and went towards a hatch they believed was the way out. They opened it and were suddenly blinded. The singularity was in front of them, overwhelming Enmo as the raw power rapidly flowed into the maintenance hall engulfing Enmo. It was excruciatingly painful, Enmo felt their insides churning, and their senses were overwhelmed. But, for the first time Enmo felt cool.
Aftermath
The hatch closed automatically. Enmo couldn’t quite remember what happened next. They seemed to get out and started to leave. They wobbled across catwalks and haphazardly climbed ladders. They left the facility vision still blurry. However, one thing Enmo remembers quite clearly is what they heard. They heard the entire facility groan and sing. Every machine, every component was saying something. Some whispered and some shouted. It would sound like cacophony to most, but Enmo heard it all as harmony.
Enmo is old and it wouldn’t surprise anyone if they retired. He had worked as a maintenance worker for decades, a significant portion of which was on the facilities of the singularity. Thus they were very familiar with the mechanisms inside and the layout of the winding rooms and halls. They didn’t research it, they didn’t design it, they didn’t construct it, but they were the one who knew most about it. In turn too, the facility knew a lot of him and how much he took care of it. Enmo felt their skin. Their composition was frozen and their consistency was more of a slush than slime. No new tasks had come up for them. They clocked out and walked to the outskirts, to a space ship port and salvage. They sat down and rested. Enmo had finally chilled out.
It wasn’t long before Enmo heard the cries of someone calling for help. They got up and quickly made their way over to the screams. They came across a worn and busted ship. There was no one around. No, it was the ship itself that was in pain. Enmo opened their tool belt and got to work. Using various scraps and parts, they slowly repaired it. They heard where the ship needed repairs and told the ship it was all ok. It took some days, but they finally got the ship in working order. All its processes were singing and everything was in harmony.
That's when they met Cassandra, the owner of the ship, and Amaranth, the person who nursed them after they crash landed. After some talks, Enmo joined Cassandra's crew as a part of the Polaris Intergalactic Shipping Services so that the ship wouldn’t be in pain for any longer. They became apart of the expedition due to a contract Cassandra signed to do work for the project.
Personality
Enmo keeps to themselves mostly. However, they share everything to their machines. They can go on and on about mechanisms and circuits. They dislike those who don't respect machine and when they see one in disrepair, they cant help but aid them. Enmo is generally aloof and can be insensitive when it comes to others peoples interests or problems.
Relationships
Polaris Intergalactic Shipping Services
After joining Polaris, Enmo gets on fine with the crew. If there was anyone Enmo would call a friend, it would be them.
