I am Brent. My first memories are of gaining awareness. Not of waking up, I was not asleep before. I did not exist before, but then I did. Hooked up to an indecipherable array of gadgets, tools, and magical arrays being tinkered and tended by an eccentric old female dwarf. I was not born, but created.
   Well, technically re-created. My history was lain out to me by my progenitor, after I gained the ability to talk, and curiosity took hold in my conciousness. I had been a Human, before. Technically I suppose I am still "human" by the loosest of definition. My body is still that of a man, beneath and around the tinker's magic and machinations. Though truthfully, I look more of a monster. Tubes and gears showing through incomplete patches of artificial skin, pulsing, magical light glowing through cracks in the overlapping steel plates that form my torso. My head, bald and scarred from repeated intrusions to alter my very brain. I had been a criminal, violent and spiteful. After my capture I was turned over to science as an alternative to the death penalty. I do not know if it was by my choice, or forced upon me. Nor do I care, that life is a past of which I am ashamed, and I wish not to dwell upon it.
    My creator, Dr. Song, Instilled a strong sense of kindness and morality in me. My appearance may be hideous, but that only feeds my desire to treat others well. The innocent should never be harmed, the guilty should be brought to justice. Justice is what I seek now.
I am not the first creation of Dr. Song. Though she calls me her first success. I carry the evidence of others, scribbled observation notes, detailed descriptions, carefully sketched blueprints. I am a monster, but these previous attempts are all far more monstrous than I, and far more resentful. Many have taken it upon themselves to further modify their hideous miscreations into truly horrid machinations of destruction. For they have escaped, Killing my creator and destroying all trace of the secluded lab in which we were made. This is the justice that drives me. I will find them, I will subdue them, and I will instill in them the same goodness that Dr. Song finally succeeded in granting me. It is a process I understand fully, as a by-product of it being effected on me. I will bring this gift to my predecessors. We may be monsters, but we are family. I am Brent, the final experiment of Dr. Song, and I will save my brothers.