Name: Wilson Carver / Raa'nach Vahh, the Way of the Mystery's Deal

Gender: Male, straight

Age/DOB: Appears 40-ish or less / created 1987, unveiled 2.8.91

Origin: Armacham Icarus Facility, cloned and Icarus treated

Family: Altered clone of Keenan Lane, significant genetic donor father of Geoffrey and Paxton Fettel, father of Maa'lach Vahh (with Melissa), grandfather of Dar'lih, has several other engineered or naturally-conceived offspring (Raa'mah) with Mars Walsh; and others, in Paragon is involved with Aurora Crush, a fellow hero

Other: commissioned Melissa from Armacham and paid 'in trade' for her in the form of Pax and Geoff; in Paragon, he and Aurora have opened a gym together

Height: 6'4", though often wearing boots (he loves boots) that give anywhere from 1-2" more and he enjoys this so very much

Weight: around 200, all muscle - this weight is considerably higher than most Icarus-treated individuals even for his height, but almost a quarter less than you'd expect by looking at him; well-defined muscles, wide shoulders, strong legs, not over-developed in any specific way (he doesn't skip leg day)

Hair: Steely black, slight greying around temples; strong widows peak, while he used to keep it cut short similar to his prime's style, Wilson prefers now to keep his hair longish (anywhere from shoulder length to a mid-back pony tail)

Eyes: Turquoise green, a mix of grey, pale blue and pale green; aura is also this shade (although sometimes flashes terrifying red); seems to squint a bit, often narrows his eyes in appraisal of people/things, always looking for reflective surfaces because he IS that vain; Almost always scanning an area for threats, but he also shows signs of delicate laugh-lines and crows-feet which hardly anyone would guess are the result of actually smiling.

Image Credits: Ammotu character maker / tektek
Raccoon Dragon by rradopts DA
Dragonei by sarahleiwel, lines by omenaadopts DA

Icarus Processing: He was among the first cloned individuals to recieve the Icarus treatment, and with his success in mind, that of his son's Replicas was set into place as well. His occurred while he was still being grown to young-adulthood, within his clone tube. As indicated below, Wilson's treatment changed his physiology and increased his Vortal potential greatly. Physically it reduced his potential weight, but added nearly 7x strength and almost instant regenerative qualities, as well as vastly super-human speed (he can run 6x faster than a typical person, but also make most small movements and detail work at 5x or more). Wilson's speed and strength along with extreme durability aren't nearly as important to him as how he uses them. He has been known to pluck bullets from the air with his hands, dodge them if he is in motion, and even take full clips of automatic fire directly to the gut without apparent distress. He takes damage, however it heals at a remarkable rate, and it is clear that it takes more than a little pressure to break his skin. If he happens to be wearing unarmored clothing at that time, in general, he will take out a good amount of anger on whoever or whatever has damaged his clothes. Wilson has been known to crush concrete in his fingers, throw objects at great speed, and other typically ‘super-human' feats.

Personality: (Originally as intended, not necessarily 'current' personality traits though many can still be detected post-Paragon)
Wilson holds himself as far superior to almost any other human around him. He defers to authority only grudgingly, preferring his own private set of rules about who is ‘better'. The air of power around him is extremely obvious, even to people who have never been exposed to psychic phenomenon. The fact that he is tall, very strong, and dangerously handsome could allow for that – but it is in reality more a side effect of his powers, than merely a physical effect. He feigns interest in subjects in order to get to more pertinent information, and though he does not completely lack compassion for others, it is clear he would rather not have to deal with idiots… And that would be 90% of those he encounters, to see his reactions to them. He carefully chooses words, speaks only when needed, and that helps maintain the air of mystery about him that he so loves.
All these traits are inherited directly from Kallah Vahh, and exaggerated in physical, Human ways with Wilson. This fact is not lost on him, nor on that Prime of his. Wilson treats himself to moments of absolute rage or abandon on occasion, and to see him fight is often the last thing someone does. When he does appear in an official setting, he might be mistaken for an extremely visible bodyguard – though guarding who is always in question.
(More current)
After numerous breakdowns, changes in plans, and 'mistakes', Keenan and Wilson have more or less hashed out how to behave both around each other, or with others. For a good number of years, Wilson's behavior was, in a word, atrocious toward his Prime - with equal amounts of blame and guilt fighting the inevitable fear and shame. The same can be said of Keenan toward this extremely deviated clone, though, and 'he learned it from you' is absolutely true - in both of their cases. Wilson today, however, is a relaxed, confident man who occasionally lapses into silence at the thought of certain events but hardly ever mentions them. He can seem very bitter, but is still completely loyal to not just Keenan, but the entirety of the Vahh clan. Since his naming and the birth of his granddaughter Darly, Wilson started taking steps to heal, though that took a very long time indeed.

Events or History:

Though Wilson did start his 'life' intended as a replacement body for Keenan Lane, whose lung cancer was preventing him from doing fairly normal things like sleeping, it was clear from the start that there was a mind inside that brain, and it was never really in question that he would become Lane's partner rather than replacement. Though Wilson was in fact a direct clone of Keenan's genetics, those genes were altered to provide some specific changes - no inherent cancers, a sleeker digestive tract, and the like. However it was not those simple changes that resulted in Wilson being who he is: it was the Icarus treatment which Lane approved to coat his young clone's bones and joints in the unsual biochemical fibers.

It was only known much later that Icarus enhances Vortal properties, but that fact allowed Wilson to tap into his prime's Vortal potential. Without it, he would merely have been a younger, very Human, and essentially non-Vortal counterpart. The Icarus treatment, as with most who had it, gave Wilson lighter weight but stronger bones, and stronger joint and connective tissues. That allowed him to begin 'working out' even while he was still in the cloning chamber. As much as he was working his own muscles, Armacham was putting the basics of skills into his forming brain - skills that had been requested such as language comprehension, literacy and math, political theory and geography. In addition to those, however, a good number of non-standard and certainly non-spec skills were also implanted, thanks to at least one reasonably randy young woman working with the project. Cooking, architecture, sexual play, and other such social skills which on the surface simply would have rounded out his personality.

Unfortunately, the interaction of the Icarus, his strength and speed, and the lack of specifics that would only become known later, all led to Wilson having both a stronger libido than normal, and no ability to truly control his physical strength. Originally this wasn't an issue - Wilson was approximately as amoral as Lane wanted him to be, in order to continue his work with politicians and business people. Wilson quickly realized that he wasn't as suited to the dinner-party casual intimidation style, so much as the breaking-people's-arms theory of it. So when one of Lane's contacts 'needed' someone removed in order to continue facilitating their rise among the political groups? Wilson happily jumped on board.

Because Wilson's strength got the better of him in those early days, and he grew more and more restless, unhappy, and distressed about how little he was living up to Kallah-vahh's expectations, he began to wonder whether there was something that could be done for him. Not to change him, but to give him...someone to play with. Wilson was only a few years out of the vat, and had never gone through 'adolescence' in the true sense. His sexual frustration had reached a plateau, and for a time was one of the things which the Mystery was truly worried about in his clone. Wilson simply couldn't have sex, because he left (as he's put it) 'a trail of dead hookers' along the way. Because of that, he began to wear his trademark black-leather gloves - not (as he would typically claim) because of any assassinations or attempts to keep his identity private. He, like Lane, has no fingerprints, there would be very little to tie him to anything directly in any number of crime scenes. But those women left indelible memories in blood on his hands. Paxton has occasionally called him Lady Macbeth because of this. In the long run, Wilson needed to either conquer his drives, or find a way to make a woman he could be with. He opted for the latter.

Though they all acknowledge it, and often times all collectively gripe about it, Wilson is still perfectly happy with how Melissa turned out... Even though she genuinely wasn't what he asked for. Physically, Melissa fits the bill: leggy, curvy, statuesque and blond. Mentally as well - she's an engaging personality with a strong mind and curious by nature. Vortally, which is something that Wilson never really plotted out, she is a stunning example of the genetic engineering that went on at Armacham-Aperture. But rather than be physically able to withstand his sheer brute strength and not get injured, she regenerates that damage. Had anyone sat down and really thought about it, someone able to resist damage, rather than recover from it, would have been far more suited to Wilson's spec sheet. Since she was made, others were also involved in the Origin project that did in fact fit the description. Of course, those same women scared the crap out of Wilson, because at least one of them was stronger than he is.

Since Wilson gave Armacham 'in kind' trade for Melissa's creation, that meant that his prime's insistence that his samples be destroyed was sort of moot - there were no words spoken about this little transgression, but Lane made it eminently clear that he was not pleased to note this. It meant that he had to keep track of even more issues, though eventually his involvement was more or less a happy one. The creation of Wilson's two sons, Geoffrey and Paxton Fettel, of course, led to the downfall of Ulathoi and the formation of a powerful new Human race. At the time, however, Wilson was distracted by the 'toys' that Armacham tossed to him, oblivious to their desire to keep all of the results within the Origin program. Wilson did mainly get over his overactive hormone issues, and was more eager to see what would come from the boys, than to have Melissa accelerated into adulthood for him. Though he'd been on-site to watch Pax and Geoff strut their stuff (proudly, he would add), he didn't formally meet Melissa until she'd already been emotionally bonded with Paxton. Since Melissa was genetically predisposed to Wilson, she was also reasonably strongly attracted to his sons - and his prime.

When Paxton's daughter Dar'lih was born, it was after several years of active instruction from both Wilson and the Mystery. The girl's birth cemented Wilson's relationship with his family, but it also very nearly tore him apart. Somewhat literally, since that birth was being hampered by the very facet of Melissa's construction that made her 'useful' to him; Melissa demanded Wilson help her, and in order to do that, he had to use his speed, strength, and intimate knowledge of body parts. Pulling open her abdomen and yanking out - as carefully as he could - her still-contracting uterus did finish the labor and allow Dar'lih to take her first breaths safely... Melissa was healed almost completely within the hour. Wilson had issues to deal with for a very long time after that moment - ones which he impressed on his prime as well as Paxton, which neither of them could truly help him avoid or overcome. All they could do was let him pour his anguish and guilt out at them, and hope it would dull over time.

There is a serious dichotomy to Wilson and Lane that they both have understood since long before that moment, but only after many, many years did they ever specifically address it. Wilson is remarkably physical. He is Human through and through - though with Lane's imprinted relevant memories and personality template Vortally established in his young brain, they have always shared many of their experiences. Wilson could do the things that Lane could not - the Mystery might, even would have, but for that nagging Convocation issue of 'not interfering' of his own volition. Wilson, while paranoid about the same things and jumpy whenever it came up, was never actually under the same restrictions. Wilson could 'pursuade' people by any means necessary: violence, sweet talk, bribery, blackmail. Those things Lane could only peripherally manage as long as it looked like he'd never done anything directly. In that regard, Lane had always been a bit jealous of Wilson.

Of course, Wilson's jealousy issues ran far and wide for many years aside from that. When he was still somewhat 'new', though had been practicing his work in the field for more than a year, the Mystery brought him to Xen where the Vortigaunts were introduced to him. They didn't care for this one bit. And they let the Mystery know this, in the form of snubbing his clone and refusing to name him, thereafter calling Wilson the unnamed. Since names are quite important to both Vortikind as well as the Mystery, he took that as a sign of their impudence and justified annoyance with him, and little more. Wilson took that and ran with it for a time, claiming "I'm so amazing, they can't even find words". But much later, the day that Dar'lih was to be named, Wilson was brought before the circle of Vortigaunts once more, and this time, not only given a name (Raa'nach-vahh, the way of the Mystery's deal) but an apology of sorts from Noah who claimed that they had failed in their sacred duty, and knew there was a good name around here somewhere for the man. Wilson, both proud of his new name and pissed off that it was given to him after such a snub, had many words with the Mystery after that evening. Because he is Human, Wilson is still apt to bring some of those old wounds up, since they've never truly healed.

His jealousy also has always extended to his sons - Geoff for his control over his own tremendous strength and speed (equitable to Wilson's in most ways), and Paxton because he was the Mystery's heir. Paxton mastered teleportation, dimensional travel, and construction of Vortal locations in mere days as opposed to Wilson's years of effort. Sometimes, those efforts never really went anywhere; Wilson was, as Melissa so very bluntly put it, Vortally stunted. All of his prime's potential was there, but dormant enough that even with the amount of training he'd had, he would never be as good at any of those Vortal skills as Paxton, and certainly not Kallah-vahh. But in the times when Paxton's daughter was growing up, and Wilson got the chance to put his emotions and self-loathing aside, he began - finally - to develop his own image apart from that which the Mystery imprinted on him.

He did finally have to acknowledge - they all did - that it was really no one's fault that Wilson hadn't been up to par. Had they known in the late 80s that in order to truly and fully exploit the Vortal genetic abilities available to him, he would have to have been born. The Icarus treatment helped him go much farther than he should have, but they knew later that through their mothers, those genetics were activated and allowed to fully progress. Through growing up, Geoff and Paxton learned how to control those powers and abilities - time which Wilson hadn't had. In the many years since Ulathoi's downfall and the rebuilding of their world, Wilson has taken himself more seriously and dedicated at least a part of his time to doing things he knows he's good at. Throwing rubble around, impressing locals, and scaring off enemies.

At times Wilson admits that he is 'a shallow bastard' because he likes to blame Harlan Wade for many of the problems that came up during their experiences before Ulathoi's demise. It's actually quite true: Wade was not only on hand for Wilson's creation, but allowed the spec sheet changes to him, but to Melissa and many others as well. He also was largely to blame for Alma's own disturbed personality - a violent, hot-tempered man. Wilson will often ascribe Wade's interference as a bad thing, but in the long run, it was because of those changes, those errors, and that temper, that Ulathoi was defeated at all. Without the angry young girl Alma throwing her Vortal power around, without the connection to a birth-mother, without straying from the spec sheets... Kallah-vahh would not have had an heir, a weapon, or a shield. Still, 'blame Wade' is a common phrase when Wilson's feeling pissy about something.

Intellectually, Wilson is clearly his prime's peer - though because he seems to flaunt his physical side much more often, it's frequently overlooked by those who aren't going to get too close to him. Because of his added skills, Wilson revels in some odd things: he's an incredibly good cook, though he prefers to make practical dishes rather than lavish ones. He's got an eye for detail and style in both fashion and architecture, and since their world basically ended without warning, he is one of the few people there who actually has tailoring and architecture skills. They're available for downloading through Hoyle's place, but for a while Wilson got to show his fabulous side and help people make homes and clothe themselves in style. Wilson also enjoys reading, exploring and art, though he'd rather be interacting with the scenery than just looking at it. He is skilled with the use of Armacham's 'jump bot suits', though he can hardly find them intact any longer (most of them were destroyed when Ulathoi arrived, in the futile 7 Hour War).

An assortment of Wilson's other quirks include that he has a family of raccoons living in any given home (both real world and Vortally constructed). He is clearly a fashion hound (witness all the costume shots) who likes looking sharp but dresses to impress no matter the occasion; he will openly ask people where they got boots or gloves. Though he still can 'call on them' he never much learned to use those crows and ravens to his advantage that his prime likes so much. Wilson talks to himself quietly quite often, mostly muttering curses and 'blaming Wade'. When he and Paxton are together, they are usually in some way at odds, though not always serious about it. Wilson won't hesitate to threaten to smack Paxton upside the head: which would kill him. But equally, he expects Pax to respond with a burning headcrab being telekinetically thrown toward him...

In Paragon, Wilson thrived. Not only because it seems his abilities and powers were actually useful, but because he could let loose in so many ways that their home world won't allow. There are women there he can 'bonk to his heart's content' (his words, his actually-said-to-Lane words) and nary a drop of blood is spilled... What's more, people like him there. There are far weirder, scarier and more intimidating people just standing around under the Atlas statue, and for whatever reason, that makes him feel comfortable. This may be Lane's influence; after all, he was not just content but needed to be out of the spotlight much of his life - Wilson can interact and feel like he's part of the crowd at the same time. Since the Convocation's creation in Paragon, Wilson has opened a night club called The Vent - a large, dark and often-dangerous place. (They've fixed the security issues, really they have!) He also is often found cooking in the restaurant nearby, and will eagerly foist any and all tasty bits at his visitors. Obviously he's settled in somewhat well in that world. He heartily approves of Lane's adoption of several stray powered orphans, and contributes to their well-being by occasionally delivering home-cooked meals. His own relationship with Aurora Crush has garnered the City a new gym they run together.

Wilson, like many of the Convocation, spends time on different Earths, and thus his preferences have been made fairly clear: he likes it on Paragon's Earth. They have proper stores and events and only the occasional alien invasion. Though he also has quarters in the Dragon Rookery, he will never be spending all of his time there.

Image Collections for reference

Dean Winters + Mark Strong = Wilson Carver (Images from the internet) plus Wilson by Deviantartist MaxKennedy

Wilson has a soft spot for raccoons - and no sooner did I write that bit in Repurposed, then the 'Raccoon' Mayhem allstate ad first showed. I simply could not resist this.

Below: Many of Wilson's assorted moods and costumes, hair length is to give an idea of when or where he'd be likely to be seen that way (short is cut to be just a little longer than Keenan's normally is (which is to say, a crewcut length), cropped is a little long in the front but still only to nape of neck, shaggy goes to his shoulders, ponytail is to mid-back). While he has boots on most of the time, he has exactly zero trouble walking barefoot across broken glass, superheated surfaces, or whatever else that might impair a normal man. This scene / moment at the end of Pacific Rim always made me think of Wilson.
Of note: with the exception of the Icarus armor, Wilson tailored most of these outfits himself; and the first white one is emulated across the entire 'family' as formalwear in alternate universes. He has put on the occasional winter outfit with striped scarf, proper boxing attire, and numerous other styles of suits for formal occasions. Also note that while there's a significant amount of body hair showing on one or two, he isn't completely gorilla-hairy (although he does have body hair and is definitely not as bare as those last couple imply). The 'cube' design on a couple t-shirts there should resemble the Armacham diamonds.

Assorted other Wilson stuff:
His Sims home (which I can't use any more because thank you EA for screwing up how saves are made) and the fancy real-world place he'd probably steal, plus the location and Vortal 'oh look, it's not really here' mashup... Here's the full description.
EspionageDB7's movie poster and version progression from screenshot of Gman, to Wilson's game-inspired design

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Dragon

Name: Tashtinath (vanity)
Gender: Male
Size/Shoulder/Length: small / just under 6' shoulder / 20' long / 30' ws
Colors: Black body and limbs, Red belly, under tail, and markings, Dark Red wingsails, horns, ruffs; colors shift when in direct light, and most in sunlight, which becomes nearly neon (markings) with a very strong dark red instead of black
Features: four thick legs, with 3 claws on both front and back; smooth thick hide with color-shifting properties; two-fingered leather wings with wrist hook (no claws on tines); thick tail ending in a sharp pointed wedge; fin ruff around chin, blunt snout, short upward pointing fins just behind head (nowhere else); thick backswept horns; no external ears (can hear), very large eyes, discrete mouth.
Powers: Verbal Speech, produced in voicebox in throat, and clearly not from mouth (can speak English, some Vort, draconic, and possibly others if exposed to them); In addition, has strong Telepathy with his bond, other dragons, and anyone else that has psychic, psionic, Vortal, or even magical communication ability. He has a fairly short range on this telepathy, but it has no distance with regard to Wilson hearing it. He will always hear it, always.
Winged Flight - though not an endurance flier, can take off and land in extremely small spaces, requiring no horizontal distance and only clearance enough for the wingspan. Prefers to fly in short bursts, landing between them, and can tire if required to fly for longer than 20 miles at a time. Can, however, launch off of delicate surfaces or with extremely narrow heights (such as a horizontal slit or the area below a fallen wall), with no damage to the surface itself even if it's breakable. Surprisingly light on his feet for what looks to be a 'chunky' dragon.
Teleportation - able to teleport short distances (line of sight) or using memorized locations in quick succession. Can move through Xen, without losing any power, so they use this 'third axis slingshot' method quite frequently to move from one spot to more distant ones without tiring out. Cannot do a line of sight teleport more than four times in a row without resting fully, it is at least as physically exhausting as it would be for Wilson.
Color Shifting - skin is pigmented with multiple layers (the Zekirans would love this guy) that absorb, reflect, or respond to light of various wavelengths. The more wavelengths (natural sunlight / starlight versus a 'blue tinted', 'florescent' or 'warm' lightbulb with their specific wavelengths) of light, the brighter and more 'glowing' he gets, to the point that the red line marking and facial markings actually burn with a neon glow, over a whole lot of dark red. Why this happens is a mystery, but one they enjoy showing off. His dots and lines markings can be flashed or set to glow at any time, useful for conveying a bit of emotion, or just attracting attention. He can absorb most energy or beam / plasma weapons, lasers, or the like, though he can't stop their damage if there is too much at once, or in too concentrated a spot on his body.
In addition to this ability, he has never suffered any form of visual disability from flashes, bright light, darkness, or other eye-related issues. He can stare at the sun, or into deep darkness, and still see just fine.
Fire Breath - produces heat-based flames, that can be merely 'glowing' heat haze, on through plasma. Do not get this on you, because you will die from it. Depending on whether he's been in direct sunlight recently, Tashtinath's fire breath is hotter or 'cooler'. A favorite tactic of theirs is to shunt themselves from Jamaica (yes, Jamaica) in the sunlight, through Xen, into a night-time spot for both a glowing visual treat and absolutely hot firepower.
Parentage: Unknown, though bears strong similar features with at least one other in the Rookery so it can be assumed that they're of the same breed.
Origin: adopted from Dragoncyris at Deviantart
Other Info: With a name that means Vanity, Tashtinath is clearly suited to life with Wilson. He is absolutely as vain as his rider, and will frequently seek admiration from the man, or others, with batting his big red eyes or shifting his coloration a bit. He might be considered 'needy', if not for the fact that before he and Wilson met and bonded, he was happily unattached. Of course, he was also barely a fledgling... Tashtinath knows he will never rival the 'biggest' ... or even some of the 'middle-est' of the dragons for their size, power, or strength. But that is fine, because he is a small dragon meant for intimate settings and fine tuned exploration. He can fit inside almost any Human doorway, when he squinches his wings down - though not comfortable wedging himself through them he can then also retrieve objects, people, or whatever else. Sometimes he forgets he can teleport out, too... Tashtinath is reasonably intelligent, though not what one might call a draconic 'scholar'. He's more apt to wander off chasing prey, digging up artifacts or items to present to Wilson, or just being all around catlike and basking in the sun (growing ever more brightly red in the process).He's less wound up than Wilson by far, much more relaxed and at ease with himself. Because of this, Wilson has also started to really relish just wandering around being awesome with him.
Raccoon Dragon: answers to 'hey!' or 'get out of that!', this little chonk endeared himself and rapidly took up residence in Wilson's Rookery nook, keeping the place absolutely wrecked while he's away. Wilson does not keep anything 'nice' in that nook, because well, there's a raccoon nesting in it. Why bother? Even the locked boxes with any of his clothing (he learned to lock things after the Earth raccoons started nesting in his dresser at home) get opened somehow and made into nesting material.
Dragonei: a brightly colored little creature seems to have attached itself to Wilson, and while his little raccoon dragon friend doesn't seem too thrilled, they get along okay. While it does seem to be male, and seems to understand a good number of commands, Wilson hasn't bothered to try and name it. Probable future names might be 'go get it' or 'stop shitting on my shoulder'.

A later addition to this crew, a Nightwing who effectively showed up out of the blue from the local Black Mesa 'portal collection plate' caverns, is named Lotor. With distinct markings leading everyone to wonder just exactly how Wilson had 'nothing to do with this, I swear', this raccoon-black-and-grey dragon is certainly impressive.

He doesn't try to compete with Tashtinath's bond - Lotor is a companion, a 'sponsor', not a bond, and as such he is absolutely free to wander where he wants.

However he does certainly seem to want to hang out with Wilson. Well he also does enjoy lounging around with Fantell, sometimes offering a suggestion for colors or adding to anyone's collection of 'found materials'. This dragon often will drop a pile of stuff he's collected from the nearby ruins and roots through it with gusto.

Dragon

Name: Lotor
Gender: Male
Size/Shoulder/Length: medium-large (wings), 11'8" s
Colors: body mostly black and mottled dark and light greys, with lighter stripes and mask motif reminiscent of raccoons; wingsails similar, with starry markings in very sparse amounts, and edges in lighter greys; horns and claws light grey, spines along back match localized scale colors; eyes yellow
Features: nightwing, very large winged variety
Powers: Winged Flight, yeah you could say that Lotor can fly... for days, perhaps, but he still prefers to soar and then land heavily on a ruined street. However he can certainly take to the air with gusto and knock things down while doing so, he does need a bit of effort or running space to get enough steam to lift off. Otherwise he does like kind of lumbering around on the ground... he is not a light dragon.
Communication* as Lotor has markings signifying a strength of Vortal ability he can speak several languages including Draconic and English but also enjoying a large spread of others such as Vortigese, Spanish, Aquatic, and whatever else he can pick up. Also he has telepathic ability that allows him to contact nearby dragons and telepathic other creatures, though he can't really speak with non-telepaths this way.
Firebreath, Lotor's breath is not truly dangerous unless it ignites a gas or explosive area. It more or less heats things, keeping himself warm and anyone else that is nearby from being too cold
Genrehop/Location Sense, he knows exactly where, when, and in what dimension he is in. Though he didn't teleport here, he understands teleportation and the science and technology behind it, as well as those biological entities who can do it too. Oddly enough he can be 'taken along' for a teleport jaunt by any able creature with absolutely no added strain or power needs! He remembers exactly where he's been, where the fun items to root around through are, and where to find his friends, even in the dead of night.
Parentage: Unknown pure Nightwings, unrelated to any on the Rookery
Origin: bought from lem0ngrass with lines by dragonreborn on Deviantart, WoF by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: as above