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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Amanda
Other characters: N/A
IN CHARACTER
Name: The Psiioniic/Helmsman
Fandom: Homestuck
Canon point/AU: During his service as Helmsman.
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xanthous
PB: Lots of art/fanart.
History: There's this, but it's pretty vague and short, so here's some fluff:
The Psiioniic was raised a slave, which Doc Scratch says is typical for his “mentally gifted class”. He was one of the strongest psychics at the time, but he managed to keep the full extent of his powers unknown to the slave keepers as he worked. The labor was still hard, and his life was still incredibly painful and filled with suffering. After all, he was a yellow blood. There were two castes below him, yes, but there were eight above him. He had to serve them, and his psionic abilities were useful, but they were not the only ones he had. He could hear the voices of the dying sometimes. Not the dead, no, but the voices of those that were well on the way to their graves. It was something he tried to ignore, because his masters didn’t like him pausing in his work to think on the voices he heard.
It wouldn’t be his abilities, or his curses as he would sometimes call them, that would inspire him to escape from his life of bondage. It would be a troll, who wasn’t even on the hemospectrum - a mutant, with blood that was far too red to be natural, and who had no sign. The Signless, or Sufferer as he would later be known to his followers, before being erased from history completely, had radical ideas of equality between bloods, that color should not dictate someone’s worth in society. These ideas were so absurd, and so just plain impossible, that any sane troll should have ignored him. But the Psiioniic was intrigued. He couldn’t deny that freedom and equality were appealing, something that he had longed for, and he escaped from slavery to join the troll without a sign and the jade blood troll who had raised him from grubhood, who was known as the Dolorosa. There was also a green blooded troll called the Disciple, who wrote down all of the Signless’ visions and teachings.
Together, the four trolls travelled Alternia, spreading the Signless’ message of acceptance and equality. Not all trolls were accepting, but some were. They were sparking a rebellion. Alternia was almost on the brink of a revolution. Displeased, the Empress lashed out. The four were captured, and split up. The Signless was publicly tortured and executed, earning the name Sufferer, and the Disciple was to be executed as well, but the executioner showed mercy on her and she fled with the remains of Signless’ clothing. The Dolorosa was sold into slavery. His punishment for the rebellion would be, in the words of Scratch, “far worse, if not more prestigious”. He was made to serve as the Helmsman for Her Condescension’s personal battleship, making it the fastest ship in the imperial fleet. The Condesce was so pleased with this, she granted her new Helmsman life that would match hers.
Now, a troll’s life expectancy correlates to their blood color. As a yellowblood, the Psiioniic had a life expectancy close to that of a reasonably healthy human, or between 90 and a 100 years (roughly 40 to 50 sweeps). As the highest on the hemospectrum, the Condesce has a lifespan well in the thousands. This meant the Helmsman would be alive for well more than ten, or even twenty, times what he would have lived normally. Though perhaps “alive” isn’t really the best word to use. While not much about Helmsmen is known, what we do know is that a Helmsman is that psychics with powers similar to the Psiioniic/Helmsman are exploited for travel, and that they are essentially living engines with wires inserted into their flesh that channels their psychic energy.
It’s never explicitly stated exactly how many thousands of years the Helmsman served, but his story ends in death. He, along with the Condesce, is one of the ancestors we know for certain was alive at the same time during the trolls’ introduction and entrance into SGRUB, which means he is alive at the same time as his technical descendent and paradox clone. He is, however, the only ancestor to die at the same time as his descendent.
The trolls’ session began as most SGRUB/SBURB sessions do, with meteors coming down and striking their home planet. This would, naturally, upset Gl'bgolyb, who was the Condesce and Feferi’s mutual lusus, and something of a guardian of the planet. She could kill trolls with just her voice, even just a whisper. The lower classes were especially susceptible to death by Gl'bgolyb, but if her voice raised too high, she would kill every troll in the universe in an event known as the Vast Glub. (Tyrian trolls are an exception.) When news reached the Condesce, she instructed the Helmsman and all other ships in the fleet to Alternia. The strain of flying the battleship so quickly would more than likely have killed the Helmsman in the end in the end, but Gl'bgolyb released the Vast Glub far before they reached the planet, and the Helmsman died along with the Alternian empire.
Presentation: Psiioniic is both similar and dissimilar to his descendant (and clone), Sollux. The two are extremely similar, but due to living in different times and in different circumstances, the two have developed differently.
One of the traits he shares with Sollux is duality. He didn’t spend quite as much time over come with self-loathing once he freed himself from bondage, but he was still remarkably temperamental, and it didn’t take much to send him into a fit of rage. Despite these fits, he was still mostly nonviolent, and he did believe that kindness is a good way to rebel. While his snarkiness and snippiness might not have automatically translated to some as kindness, he preferred teasing (not always as gentle as it could be) and playful barbs versus the cloying sweetness of his cohorts. He has a different brand of affection, and he likes it that way.
Not to say he never disliked anyone, and not to say he’s never got upset or depressed. Psiioniic could be overcome with bitterness, and an unbearable amount of anger and rage towards the hierarchy of Alternia, and the oppression faced by so called “low”blood trolls. Sometimes, though the occasions became rarer and rarer, he was so overcome by his loathing and despair he would doubt the success of the rebellion the Signless was leading, and he couldn’t help but dwell on how futile dismantling the caste system seemed to be. He learned how to drag himself out of these bleak moments, because he needed to survive.
He is remarkably stubborn, and was never one to back down from a fight. Of course, not all fights are or were serious, and he didn’t always pick his battles wisely. He would always react poorly to losing, whether it was a fist fight or a battle of wits, and he would spend hours or days sulking over it. (He insisted it wasn’t sulking, but he’d occasionally spend hours imagining how it they should have gone and how it was unfair, so on and so forth.)
While he does snark, and insults and jabs coming to him quite naturally, he’s not really the best at talking about things like gratitude or how he feels (without being sarcastic, at least). He prefers to show affection with things like small gifts or notes. Anything he can leave with the person and then leave without having to see their reaction first hand. He’s not shy, really, just easily flustered and always afraid that people will react negatively to his sincerity. It’s one of the few nasty thoughts that appears for him most often – that everyone secretly hates him and wants him gone. That’s why he’s hesitant to be sincere or kind in the first place, as he believes it will help the pain of losing them be less severe. He’s afraid of losing everyone he holds dear, because it’s always been such a very real possibility. He’s had to prevent himself from becoming close to other slaves, and holding friendships isn’t something he could say he’s very skilled at. He tries, though, even if he doesn’t find himself very successful.
Another difference between Sollux and the Psiioniic is how the Psiioniic treats higherblood trolls. While Sollux can be flippant and rude to anyone, the Psiioniic is far more cautious. It can be hard for him to be anything but obedient to a highblood, and after years and years in service it’s even harder. He’d never really been overtly disrespectful, preferring to keep to subtle insults, but he really prefers avoiding contact with his betters. The abuse he’s faced at the hands of highbloods has quite literally beaten obedience into him, and even when he was free he knew better then to press his luck.
And when he does press it, he’s instantly apologetic, which is something we see in his alternate version, Mituna. He doesn’t want to be punished, and he will do whatever he can to avoid incurring anyone’s wrath. He can take jokes too far, and he’s quick to backpedal when he does. He wants to live his life in one piece, and sometimes apologies can curb someone’s anger for a little bit. Not his own for the most part, but he tries not to be temperamental.
Motivations: Time can change a troll, so the troll that the Psiioniic used to be is not who he became as Helmsman. While he might be the same troll somewhere deep, deep inside, he has different priorities. While the free troll wanted to help others who had been in the same situation, and who felt like he could be open with his thoughts and emotions. The Helmsman is different. The Helmsman is a troll who lived far longer then he should have – blood colors dictate lifespan, and as a yellowblood he should have had a lifespan comparable to that of a human who had a long life, but by now it's been almost 100 lives.
He doesn't let his emotions influence his actions and reactions, instead letting his mind be dictated by logic. It's in part of being hooked into a computer network and having to process thousands and thousands of things at once, and partly because cutting him off from his emotions is one way to cause less pain for himself. He's very subservient because of this need to avoid suffering. He lets himself obey, because he knows what will happen if he rebels. He doesn't want to live in pain, or at all anymore.
While most trolls have an undeniable survival instinct, the Helmsman no longer cares. He wants to die. He's selfish, and he doesn't want to continue living in servitude. But he can't die, as much as he wants to, and that makes him desire death even more. If he had something to live for, some goal that he had, he would want to survive, but now all he has to live for is shuttling the Empress through space. He'd rather die then keep being her puppet, and he's given up on any hope of ever having a life beyond the wires holding him in place. Because of this, he'd take well to being a part of the games. There's the option of a final rest, but also the chance that he could find a purpose again, and begin the rehabilitation process to get him back to who he used to be, and who he still is at his core.
SAMPLES
Thread: [This is the opposite of what he wanted. Of course, most things tend to be the opposite of what he wants. You'd think he would be used to it after centuries upon centuries of getting absolutely nothing what he wanted.
But really, death matches that didn't actually leave him dead and being dropped in some place with a bunch of aliens were pretty high on the list of things that he did not want. (The list had been getting pretty long now that he could experience things he didn't want.
He sighs heavily, fidgeting a bit before addressing the network as a whole.]
I thought my thpecieth wath pretty methed up, but thethe “gameth” are worthe then anything I've theen tho far.
[Oh, yeah. He's got a pretty thick lisp, thanks to his fangs. There's four of them, and they're all pretty long and impressive. Too bad they're more annoying then useful.]
Don't get me wrong, trollth died all the time and a lot of trollth enjoyed doing it, but it wath never a game to try to make your life leth thitty. If your life wath thitty there wath no changing it, and you only ever fought people better then you if you were an idiot.
[He shakes his head, dropping his arms.]
I never thought I'd prefer being on Alternia.
[And then the feed cuts.]
Prose: He's not sure what to do. All that he knows is that he's expected to be impressive, which is probably the vaguest thing he's ever been ordered to do. He doesn't know what to do to to sway these almost-trolls watching him, and quite frankly he's not sure if he cares to impress them. He's going to be thrown into a death match. From what he knows of death matches, only one participant comes out alive. One, and that person is going to be either the one with the most strength and skill, or the one with strongest will to live.
He doesn't have a particularly strong will to live. He's suffered for thousands and thousands of sweeps, and even if he has been freed from that torment, he's not thankful. He's not going to take this as an opportunity, or see it as something great, some big change that's giving him purpose again, because it doesn't. He still has no purpose. He failed to keep the movement the Signless started going, and he failed to save all of them. He let himself be taken by the Empress, and nothing here can make him feel like he has worth. If the people here assume he's going to fight, and if they're going to assume he wants their help, they're sorely mistaken. He's not going to do what they want, and the sooner he gets killed in this “hunger game”, the better.
The more he's watched, the more annoyed he gets. He hasn't done much but stand there and scowl at the Gamemakers, lost to his thoughts. There's the matter of him feeling so, so weak that he can't do much but just that. It takes a moment for the prior Helmsman to pull himself up straight, but all he does is kick a stand full of arrows over as he hobbles out. He's accepted that he's going to die, and he doesn't want anyone to think that he's going to fight his fate.
What is your character scored: More then likely one, maybe two without use of his powers. He'll be coming in to the games very atrophied from being unable to use his limbs for thousands of years and will be borderline nonfunctional. He is very intelligent and does have prior experience in staying alive while being hunted down, so his survival skills would be top notch – he just doesn't have the strength or capability to do things. As far as likability goes, he'd either get bonus points for being weak and frail, but intelligent and resourceful, or disliked because he's stubborn and headstrong and doesn't really want to live. He wouldn't do well in the interviews, because he's weary and tired and he doesn't want to be entertaining. Now, if he could use his powers? He'd probably end up a 12 on strength alone. He was the single most powerful psychic in Alternian history, and trolls are very prone to psychic powers. The only one that could compare to him would be the Empress herself, who simply channeled his power. He has telekinesis, the ability to project energy, and mild cognitive/medium capabilities (he can hear the voices of the soon-to-be-deceased, like some sort of death bell). For the games, energy blasts would probably be the most helpful, and he has enough raw power that he could destroy the arena itself with relative ease. He is hysterically powerful and has thousands of years of experience with it.
Additional information: N/A, but I do have a question re: how he'll function. As I said, he's pretty severely atrophied and unable to function. So, how is the Capitol going to approach this? Will he have to undergo surgery in order to use his body? He's completely sentient/cognizant, he'd just need to go through intense rehabilitation or operations in order to function on a day to day basis without the use of his powers.
Name: Amanda
Other characters: N/A
IN CHARACTER
Name: The Psiioniic/Helmsman
Fandom: Homestuck
Canon point/AU: During his service as Helmsman.
Journal:
xanthousPB: Lots of art/fanart.
History: There's this, but it's pretty vague and short, so here's some fluff:
The Psiioniic was raised a slave, which Doc Scratch says is typical for his “mentally gifted class”. He was one of the strongest psychics at the time, but he managed to keep the full extent of his powers unknown to the slave keepers as he worked. The labor was still hard, and his life was still incredibly painful and filled with suffering. After all, he was a yellow blood. There were two castes below him, yes, but there were eight above him. He had to serve them, and his psionic abilities were useful, but they were not the only ones he had. He could hear the voices of the dying sometimes. Not the dead, no, but the voices of those that were well on the way to their graves. It was something he tried to ignore, because his masters didn’t like him pausing in his work to think on the voices he heard.
It wouldn’t be his abilities, or his curses as he would sometimes call them, that would inspire him to escape from his life of bondage. It would be a troll, who wasn’t even on the hemospectrum - a mutant, with blood that was far too red to be natural, and who had no sign. The Signless, or Sufferer as he would later be known to his followers, before being erased from history completely, had radical ideas of equality between bloods, that color should not dictate someone’s worth in society. These ideas were so absurd, and so just plain impossible, that any sane troll should have ignored him. But the Psiioniic was intrigued. He couldn’t deny that freedom and equality were appealing, something that he had longed for, and he escaped from slavery to join the troll without a sign and the jade blood troll who had raised him from grubhood, who was known as the Dolorosa. There was also a green blooded troll called the Disciple, who wrote down all of the Signless’ visions and teachings.
Together, the four trolls travelled Alternia, spreading the Signless’ message of acceptance and equality. Not all trolls were accepting, but some were. They were sparking a rebellion. Alternia was almost on the brink of a revolution. Displeased, the Empress lashed out. The four were captured, and split up. The Signless was publicly tortured and executed, earning the name Sufferer, and the Disciple was to be executed as well, but the executioner showed mercy on her and she fled with the remains of Signless’ clothing. The Dolorosa was sold into slavery. His punishment for the rebellion would be, in the words of Scratch, “far worse, if not more prestigious”. He was made to serve as the Helmsman for Her Condescension’s personal battleship, making it the fastest ship in the imperial fleet. The Condesce was so pleased with this, she granted her new Helmsman life that would match hers.
Now, a troll’s life expectancy correlates to their blood color. As a yellowblood, the Psiioniic had a life expectancy close to that of a reasonably healthy human, or between 90 and a 100 years (roughly 40 to 50 sweeps). As the highest on the hemospectrum, the Condesce has a lifespan well in the thousands. This meant the Helmsman would be alive for well more than ten, or even twenty, times what he would have lived normally. Though perhaps “alive” isn’t really the best word to use. While not much about Helmsmen is known, what we do know is that a Helmsman is that psychics with powers similar to the Psiioniic/Helmsman are exploited for travel, and that they are essentially living engines with wires inserted into their flesh that channels their psychic energy.
It’s never explicitly stated exactly how many thousands of years the Helmsman served, but his story ends in death. He, along with the Condesce, is one of the ancestors we know for certain was alive at the same time during the trolls’ introduction and entrance into SGRUB, which means he is alive at the same time as his technical descendent and paradox clone. He is, however, the only ancestor to die at the same time as his descendent.
The trolls’ session began as most SGRUB/SBURB sessions do, with meteors coming down and striking their home planet. This would, naturally, upset Gl'bgolyb, who was the Condesce and Feferi’s mutual lusus, and something of a guardian of the planet. She could kill trolls with just her voice, even just a whisper. The lower classes were especially susceptible to death by Gl'bgolyb, but if her voice raised too high, she would kill every troll in the universe in an event known as the Vast Glub. (Tyrian trolls are an exception.) When news reached the Condesce, she instructed the Helmsman and all other ships in the fleet to Alternia. The strain of flying the battleship so quickly would more than likely have killed the Helmsman in the end in the end, but Gl'bgolyb released the Vast Glub far before they reached the planet, and the Helmsman died along with the Alternian empire.
Presentation: Psiioniic is both similar and dissimilar to his descendant (and clone), Sollux. The two are extremely similar, but due to living in different times and in different circumstances, the two have developed differently.
One of the traits he shares with Sollux is duality. He didn’t spend quite as much time over come with self-loathing once he freed himself from bondage, but he was still remarkably temperamental, and it didn’t take much to send him into a fit of rage. Despite these fits, he was still mostly nonviolent, and he did believe that kindness is a good way to rebel. While his snarkiness and snippiness might not have automatically translated to some as kindness, he preferred teasing (not always as gentle as it could be) and playful barbs versus the cloying sweetness of his cohorts. He has a different brand of affection, and he likes it that way.
Not to say he never disliked anyone, and not to say he’s never got upset or depressed. Psiioniic could be overcome with bitterness, and an unbearable amount of anger and rage towards the hierarchy of Alternia, and the oppression faced by so called “low”blood trolls. Sometimes, though the occasions became rarer and rarer, he was so overcome by his loathing and despair he would doubt the success of the rebellion the Signless was leading, and he couldn’t help but dwell on how futile dismantling the caste system seemed to be. He learned how to drag himself out of these bleak moments, because he needed to survive.
He is remarkably stubborn, and was never one to back down from a fight. Of course, not all fights are or were serious, and he didn’t always pick his battles wisely. He would always react poorly to losing, whether it was a fist fight or a battle of wits, and he would spend hours or days sulking over it. (He insisted it wasn’t sulking, but he’d occasionally spend hours imagining how it they should have gone and how it was unfair, so on and so forth.)
While he does snark, and insults and jabs coming to him quite naturally, he’s not really the best at talking about things like gratitude or how he feels (without being sarcastic, at least). He prefers to show affection with things like small gifts or notes. Anything he can leave with the person and then leave without having to see their reaction first hand. He’s not shy, really, just easily flustered and always afraid that people will react negatively to his sincerity. It’s one of the few nasty thoughts that appears for him most often – that everyone secretly hates him and wants him gone. That’s why he’s hesitant to be sincere or kind in the first place, as he believes it will help the pain of losing them be less severe. He’s afraid of losing everyone he holds dear, because it’s always been such a very real possibility. He’s had to prevent himself from becoming close to other slaves, and holding friendships isn’t something he could say he’s very skilled at. He tries, though, even if he doesn’t find himself very successful.
Another difference between Sollux and the Psiioniic is how the Psiioniic treats higherblood trolls. While Sollux can be flippant and rude to anyone, the Psiioniic is far more cautious. It can be hard for him to be anything but obedient to a highblood, and after years and years in service it’s even harder. He’d never really been overtly disrespectful, preferring to keep to subtle insults, but he really prefers avoiding contact with his betters. The abuse he’s faced at the hands of highbloods has quite literally beaten obedience into him, and even when he was free he knew better then to press his luck.
And when he does press it, he’s instantly apologetic, which is something we see in his alternate version, Mituna. He doesn’t want to be punished, and he will do whatever he can to avoid incurring anyone’s wrath. He can take jokes too far, and he’s quick to backpedal when he does. He wants to live his life in one piece, and sometimes apologies can curb someone’s anger for a little bit. Not his own for the most part, but he tries not to be temperamental.
Motivations: Time can change a troll, so the troll that the Psiioniic used to be is not who he became as Helmsman. While he might be the same troll somewhere deep, deep inside, he has different priorities. While the free troll wanted to help others who had been in the same situation, and who felt like he could be open with his thoughts and emotions. The Helmsman is different. The Helmsman is a troll who lived far longer then he should have – blood colors dictate lifespan, and as a yellowblood he should have had a lifespan comparable to that of a human who had a long life, but by now it's been almost 100 lives.
He doesn't let his emotions influence his actions and reactions, instead letting his mind be dictated by logic. It's in part of being hooked into a computer network and having to process thousands and thousands of things at once, and partly because cutting him off from his emotions is one way to cause less pain for himself. He's very subservient because of this need to avoid suffering. He lets himself obey, because he knows what will happen if he rebels. He doesn't want to live in pain, or at all anymore.
While most trolls have an undeniable survival instinct, the Helmsman no longer cares. He wants to die. He's selfish, and he doesn't want to continue living in servitude. But he can't die, as much as he wants to, and that makes him desire death even more. If he had something to live for, some goal that he had, he would want to survive, but now all he has to live for is shuttling the Empress through space. He'd rather die then keep being her puppet, and he's given up on any hope of ever having a life beyond the wires holding him in place. Because of this, he'd take well to being a part of the games. There's the option of a final rest, but also the chance that he could find a purpose again, and begin the rehabilitation process to get him back to who he used to be, and who he still is at his core.
SAMPLES
Thread: [This is the opposite of what he wanted. Of course, most things tend to be the opposite of what he wants. You'd think he would be used to it after centuries upon centuries of getting absolutely nothing what he wanted.
But really, death matches that didn't actually leave him dead and being dropped in some place with a bunch of aliens were pretty high on the list of things that he did not want. (The list had been getting pretty long now that he could experience things he didn't want.
He sighs heavily, fidgeting a bit before addressing the network as a whole.]
I thought my thpecieth wath pretty methed up, but thethe “gameth” are worthe then anything I've theen tho far.
[Oh, yeah. He's got a pretty thick lisp, thanks to his fangs. There's four of them, and they're all pretty long and impressive. Too bad they're more annoying then useful.]
Don't get me wrong, trollth died all the time and a lot of trollth enjoyed doing it, but it wath never a game to try to make your life leth thitty. If your life wath thitty there wath no changing it, and you only ever fought people better then you if you were an idiot.
[He shakes his head, dropping his arms.]
I never thought I'd prefer being on Alternia.
[And then the feed cuts.]
Prose: He's not sure what to do. All that he knows is that he's expected to be impressive, which is probably the vaguest thing he's ever been ordered to do. He doesn't know what to do to to sway these almost-trolls watching him, and quite frankly he's not sure if he cares to impress them. He's going to be thrown into a death match. From what he knows of death matches, only one participant comes out alive. One, and that person is going to be either the one with the most strength and skill, or the one with strongest will to live.
He doesn't have a particularly strong will to live. He's suffered for thousands and thousands of sweeps, and even if he has been freed from that torment, he's not thankful. He's not going to take this as an opportunity, or see it as something great, some big change that's giving him purpose again, because it doesn't. He still has no purpose. He failed to keep the movement the Signless started going, and he failed to save all of them. He let himself be taken by the Empress, and nothing here can make him feel like he has worth. If the people here assume he's going to fight, and if they're going to assume he wants their help, they're sorely mistaken. He's not going to do what they want, and the sooner he gets killed in this “hunger game”, the better.
The more he's watched, the more annoyed he gets. He hasn't done much but stand there and scowl at the Gamemakers, lost to his thoughts. There's the matter of him feeling so, so weak that he can't do much but just that. It takes a moment for the prior Helmsman to pull himself up straight, but all he does is kick a stand full of arrows over as he hobbles out. He's accepted that he's going to die, and he doesn't want anyone to think that he's going to fight his fate.
What is your character scored: More then likely one, maybe two without use of his powers. He'll be coming in to the games very atrophied from being unable to use his limbs for thousands of years and will be borderline nonfunctional. He is very intelligent and does have prior experience in staying alive while being hunted down, so his survival skills would be top notch – he just doesn't have the strength or capability to do things. As far as likability goes, he'd either get bonus points for being weak and frail, but intelligent and resourceful, or disliked because he's stubborn and headstrong and doesn't really want to live. He wouldn't do well in the interviews, because he's weary and tired and he doesn't want to be entertaining. Now, if he could use his powers? He'd probably end up a 12 on strength alone. He was the single most powerful psychic in Alternian history, and trolls are very prone to psychic powers. The only one that could compare to him would be the Empress herself, who simply channeled his power. He has telekinesis, the ability to project energy, and mild cognitive/medium capabilities (he can hear the voices of the soon-to-be-deceased, like some sort of death bell). For the games, energy blasts would probably be the most helpful, and he has enough raw power that he could destroy the arena itself with relative ease. He is hysterically powerful and has thousands of years of experience with it.
Additional information: N/A, but I do have a question re: how he'll function. As I said, he's pretty severely atrophied and unable to function. So, how is the Capitol going to approach this? Will he have to undergo surgery in order to use his body? He's completely sentient/cognizant, he'd just need to go through intense rehabilitation or operations in order to function on a day to day basis without the use of his powers.