A colourful thing, a shining thing, a thing seemingly crafted of light; Serelix is all of these things. His fur, under good light, appears white but with a rainbow of colours chasing across it with every tiny motion; where light is poorer, it actually glows with the coruscating patterns, shifting like a kaleidoscope. His eyes are gleaming white orbs, tints of colour whirling within them; his skin, on his nose, palm, and fingers where it is exposed, shines like mother-of-pearl.
In form, he appears to be quite weasel-like, standing just shy of six feet tall, slim as a hazel switch. He has long, delicate fingers, each tipped by a claw that is clear as fine crystal; the claws on his toes, while longer, are similar. His tail is about four feet long, slim, and pointed at the tip; his ears are mostly obscured by fur, but beneath it, are sizeable round radar dishes. His muzzle is conical and crowned by a spray of silvery whiskers.
Nowadays, this is almost always hidden by the mirrored visor and black bodysuit of the SMC, but even that can't hide his fluidity of motion.
Though not native to the Mess, Serelix does hail from within the Puzzlebox - specifically, within a region known to its inhabitants as the Scintillarium. It is a place of sharp contrasts, glimmering colours, bright light and deep shadow; a place where light actually has a physical presence. His race is physically varied, their forms those of many small mammals; Serelix himself is somewhat unusual in that his ancestors for three generations have all been weasels. A common factor, however, is that the entire Scintilli race is psionically gifted - specifically, they can manipulate light, create it anew, and with difficulty, damp it out. This psionic conditioning did not express itself in other ways, but it does result in instinctive telepathic shields, which are built throughout that training process and stay in place for life. Apart from that, telepathy tends to atrophy - Serelix is the first in many generations to unlock it, so it's not clear how much will be regained(see below).
As a society, they were convinced that the only worthwhile stimulation was of the eyes - and that they could craft anything suitable to look upon. Serelix himself was one of a very few who felt both that a balance of the senses was worthwhile, and that other places within the Puzzlebox might be worth visiting to satisfy those senses.
As such, he was, in the eyes of his people, given exactly what his asked for: the means to travel through the void and a subsequent swift exit. He wandered through several unoccupied, but surreallistically beautiful, regions of the Puzzlebox before stumbling upon the Mess, where he has since remained.
Sometime after his arrival, the actions undertaken during [the hit on Besax]? sent him into psychic trauma - his instinctive telepathic shields, in an attempt to block out what was going on around him, also locked his own consciousness inside so tightly that he went into a state of shock or fugue. Once the coaxing of Roque and Flyte weakened that barrier(causing it to shatter somewhat violently from the pressure within), he wasn't able to put it back together(since he wasn't aware of it in the first place), and thus he started to become telepathically sensitive. That telepathy is something he has since been trying to develop, and with reasonable success; though far from a master telepath, he is, although self-taught and thus with some idiosyncracies, at a degree of skill that any self-respecting psion would at least recognise as competent.
As his telepathic ability began to develop, and became known, and given that his biology is (perhaps deliberately) on non-post-mortality lines, his brain was deemed a suitable genetic/structural template for allowing Roque's then-new telepathy to develop without crowding out her then-unused sense of sight and rendering that particular loss permanent.
More recently, he has, in addition to telepathy and his own light-manipulation talents, showed an affinity for energy and especially field forces. It might be a branching out of the same manipulation that lets light behave as it shouldn't under his will - reducing its speed, moving it along curved paths with no obvious gravity to warp spacetime, giving it solid presence, and so on - but extending that to other sorts of energy allows for a little more versatility.
He is innately capable of reading surface thoughts(and will do so uncontrolled if he doesn't shield himself), but at present, utterly unable to actually probe someone's mind. His telepathic strength is fair, and it is likely that with an intimately familiar target, he could contact them(at least to send a message) from across a sizeable portion of the Mess. Getting a message back would be another matter - but the Mess's infosystems would probably handle it just fine even if all else failed.
As he learns about the Strangevirus and those affected by it(including some NPCs with whom he is on intimate terms, for sake of argument), his perceptions of the virus have split into a dichotomy of sorts. The virus itself, largely due to its subversion of free will, is anathema to him; on the other hand, he feels little but compassion for its hosts, especially the ones who were never anything close to willing. Stung more than he'll admit by the loss of one of his paramours to the Strangevirus, he has been investigating the morals and methods of the SMC on a bit more than a casual basis.
This has more recently come to a head. One of his lovers in Bottomwarp - the mute telepath Jervin, a six-foot, average-build negative-skunk with quills instead of fur - played a significant role in developing Serelix's telepathy, and Serelix was very fond of the gentle, peaceful, and curious Jervin. Then Jervin grew curious about something he shouldn't have, and the Strangevirus managed to take him, swiftly and completely. Serelix came face-to-face with Jervin once there after, and, horrified by the casual, unthinking cruelty the twisted being evidenced, fled.
Sometime thereafter, a chance visit to Puzzle Park put him in contact with two beings on more-or-less opposite sides of his life: Frostbyte, his lover, and the Strangevirus in the persona of Sweet William. Much distracted by his thoughts of recent events, and already entertaining notions of presenting himself to the SMC, Serelix reacted to William as a threat, warily defensive. The situation soon escalated, with the virus evidently assuming more overt control over William and taunting the weasel for his loss. Though initially struck hard by the bait, Serelix forced himself to calm down, and vowed that the virus would never take him nor destroy his memory of how Jervin had been. When the usual personality of Sweet William returned, Serelix and Frostbyte(who stood by him through the ordeal) retired elsewhere; the weasel had questions to answer, a vanished lover to introduce, and sorrows to drown in his remaining lover's embrace.
Shortly after this incident, he joined the SMC in truth.
Perhaps the most familiar Mess denizen to Serelix is Frostbyte, his sometime lover, though the hedgehog's more violent tendencies are so completely alien to Serelix as to frighten him.
He has a friendly fondness for Roque and, to some degree, for Flyte as well.
He finds Phoenix in particular, and the Bonobians in general, to be rather intriguing.
He regards System with a certain wary suspicion - not because of anything System actually did(aside from being greatly involved with the Hit), but for (his) involvement in one way or another with a good deal of the more unpleasant things that took place shortly after his arrival. On the urging of others, this is a habit of thought that he's trying to break.
Atsuko and Beta creep him out to some degree, as does Sweet William. The Strangevirus is something he treats with absolute loathing.
Davan and, especially, Besax scare him. The latter is classed under "avoid at all costs". If forced into Besax's presence, Serelix is likely to "go chameleon", making light pass around him rather than hitting him and bouncing off, and bolt.
(shamelessly stolen from Kehari?'s Wiki)
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