His name..... He doesn't have a name... His History, Non-Existant. His Story, this is his story.
He woke up in a Med Bay. Bereft of all memories but one...... Fire. His feelings, he had none, he could feel no pain, He could not even feel his own body. But the one thing he could feel was curiosity. He knew without a doubt that their were two things that weren't right. He wasn't dead and he couldn't feel anything. He Tried to call out, to get someone to help him but he could not. He could not even lift himself. However, at that moment a woman entered. Tall, dark grey skinned with black hair and a bony, pointed face in a Black dress. She approached him and asked:
"Do you want to live?" He, being unable to move his body to any degree was only able to move his eyed up and down in a mock nod.
"To what length would you go to ensure your survival? Sell your soul? Give away your Humanity? Forgo your Freedom?" Yet again he was unable to move his body but his eyes remained still untill she mentioned his Freedom.
"Ahh, you will not give up your Soul, or your Humanity. But you understand that nothing is free and you know that if we save you... your life is ours." To this his eyes fell but he nodded.
"Very we'll, However, we, the Verulian Enclave do not work in that manner. You will keep your Soul and your Freedom. But you must forgo some of your Humanity...." His eyes widened. "But i will leave you to consider this for a night. i can see your worry." With that she left him to deliberate over his life or death choice. Obviously, he chose Life.
The next day they began the "repair" process since no medical science would save him. HE would be reconstructed with the metal and mechanical powers of the Nanites. Quite an honor just to be saved by the Nanites.
And so the Chanting began, The chanting of the creator and his creations. And as the Chanting reached its Climax the Nanites lifted up from the Glass Container which they were held in and entered into his body. Creeping down into his very veins, his eyes his flesh and Tissue. And once they had merged with him, they began the painful process of repairing his body. First was his inner organs, repaired to work for many years to come, then was his flesh, healed to a clean perfection and then his skin, replaced by the Nanites themselves.
Once they had done this, they set about joining themselves into larger pieces of metal untill finnaly thet created a new Jaw for the man, as he did not have one. Then..... they merged with his Brain as it had taken severe damage from the Fire. In a blinding Sear of pain all of his feelings and Memories came back to him. A Burning building, Intense Fire and the structure collapsing onto him. He passed out due to the influx of senses and thoughts.
When he awoke, he found himself in a dark chamber with a black robe on the Table beside him with a note upon it. The note read "You are Scientia Quaesitor and you are Animus. You are a member of our order and a brother of our Faith... Welcome, to the Verulian Enclave."