A winning smile to brighten up a room,
A friendly wave, glint in chocolate eye;
You might not know — that in a frame so shy —
That in his gut your garbage meets its doom
Name:
Pax Perrin, COMPOST-233
Height:
189cm / 6' 2"
Weight:
112 kg / 247 lb
Pronouns:
He/Him
Max Perrin
Max is a hybrid sergal-maned wolf. He's got that stereotypical wedge-shaped head of a sergal. His mane becomes rough and ragged down the back of his head and spine. His fur's a ruddy brown, his mane and facial markings black. He usually wears hoodies and jeans, usually unkempt, frayed at the seams, holes in the knees. His legs and arms are long and thin; his torso's proportioned for someone around 160cm / 59", but he stands nearly 190cm / 74".
Looking at Max the thing that probably jumps to your attention is his face. It's a skull. You could be forgiven in thinking it's a mask, but it's not quite bulky enough. It's pale-cream color, almost identical to bone, and even has bone-like seams where different facial bones would meet, were it a real skull. The skull's snout extends beyond a regular skull, however, culminating in a proper, if solid, nose. Where this "mask" meets his cheeks it just melds with the thick fuzzy fur of his face. He's got big, triangular, fuzzy ears, and a long, triangular, drooly tongue.
He's a friendly enough guy. Subdued, quiet, ready to chill. He mostly wears zip-up hoodies and track / sweat pants. He generally smells like he needs a shower, but he doesn't mind. He doesn't tend to hang out in nice places where that'd be too much an issue, anyway.
Max tends to hand around alleys, soup kitchens, food distribution centers, and the like, helping out where he can. He has small employment jobs, intermittently, usually as a shelver, stocker, or garbage collector.
Max's Biology
A few years ago Max volunteered for a rather extensive cybernetic operation. Most of the organs of his abdomen were either replaced or heavily augmented, with some minor additions to his chest cavity, and severe alterations to his head. It was called COMPOST, a well-meaining venture hoping to revolutionize the way waste is handled.
The bony plating on his face is reinforced living bone. The shell is extremely tough and the "teeth" along the edges of his mouth are as sharp as knives. This is a combination of protection and convenience. Not only does it protect Max from sharp metal bits, and allow him to chew said metal, but it's easy to clean! The fleshy parts of his maw and his esophogus have been replaced with synthetic structurally-reinforced prosthetics, also very resistent to being cut or pierced. They're not invulnerable, though there's a middling layer where the fluid used to sustain and repair these fleshy parts flows, and this fluid is thick, slimy, and sticky, which would then bleed on the offending object and coat the edge in a harm-reducing layer of goo. His saliva can also have this property, but only when something makes him "salivate". Other times it's just regular drool.
His stomach has been replaced with an artificial organ. In this his "food" is compressed and mechanically pulverized while subjected to harsh acids that will steadily dissolve even the toughest metals. A series of sensors and on-demand chemical fabricators will inject various toxin neutralizors in the process so even heavy and rare-earth metals can be handled safely. Any gasses produced by this process are directed up into a long, narrow "organ" in his chest that filters and neutralizes airborn toxins as well before allowing the gasses to be vented back to his throat. Plastics are dissolved by a combination of chemical and biological attacks, reducing them to basic petroleum molecules.
This slimy slop is then sent to fester for up to 36 hours in a fermentation chamber where further chemical and biological methods break down organic matter into basic molecules. This includes even the toughest stuff like keratin and cellulose. At the end of this process almost nothing can have remained physically solid, and most toxic chemicals released in this decomposition will have already been subverted. The "chyme" is sent into his intestines which have been augmented with a synthetic inner layer that absorbs, filters, and neutralizes any toxins that remain before sending the sugars and nutrients into his bloodstream for regular use. This includes metals and petroleum products, which are used to repair and reinforce his enhancements.
What's left after this is then mixed with a host of microfauna that feed on the processed remains to further decompose them into biogas. (Due to the metals involved, even if non-toxic, it's not really viable as fertilizer). The biogas extraction can take months, and so is done outside of the body, in compost bins. The whole time from eating to excreting can take upwards of 60 hours for most material.
Bonedoggo IN SPAAAACE
For setting aboard/associated with the Xipi Totec, Max joined to help out with the various difficulties of running the ship. He's a rather durable canid, so he volunteers to help out with working with some of the heavy and dangerous equipment aboard the ship. Officially he's a Maintenance and CELLS officer for 2nd Watch, though his holding of those titles is even less solid than most of the other crewmembers.
When not aboard the ship, he's usually back planetside helping out in soup kitchen, community gardens, and the like.
