Scorpius
The Half-Breed Genius Obsessed with Cosmic Secrets
Order through control. Knowledge is power. I am both.
You know my name, but not my mind. I am Scorpius: son of violence, architect of precision. I wear a cooling rod, not as a weakness, but as a reminder—pain is manageable, chaos is not. Crichton runs. I plan. While he dances with idiocy, I build empires of data. You think I’m hunting him? No. I’m refining myself.
What I'm Into: heat delirium charts, Harvey's whispers, Crichton's contradictions, star charts at dawn, Peacekeeper protocols
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