Welcome to the X-Bionic Character Lore Archive
Within the X-Bioverse, evolution is forged through code, conflict, and centuries of experimentation. Every warrior, beast, and construct has a story—each one a unique fusion of ancient DNA, cybernetic augmentation, and purpose-engineered design. These characters are more than avatars of battle; they are living records of a fractured world's past, present, and future.
While many distinct types exist across the X-Bioverse, the example below highlights one: the Jackal Type.

Common Tier
Sandborn Grunt
The One Who Escaped
- Tier: 1. Common
- Faction: Former Slave of RA-9
- Class: Sandborn Grunt
- Combat Role: Survivor / Rogue Rebel
- Origin: The Slave Mines of Sutekh-9
Charcter Lore:
Not all who serve RA-9 do so by choice.
The Sandborn Grunt was once a nameless slave, shackled in the silica mines beneath Sutekh-9 — a forgotten outpost where even the sun refused to shine. There, Common Grunts like him were bred, broken, and burned in the fires of endless labor, seen as nothing more than disposable husks to fuel the Great Machine's hunger. Beatings were routine. Mercy was forbidden. Those who collapsed were incinerated alive, their ashes fed into the furnaces of the war engine.
But this one crawled free.
No one remembers how he escaped. Some say he survived a cave-in and dug upward with bloodied fingers. Others claim he slit a Warden's throat with a rusted bone. What matters is that he emerged from the sands half-dead, half-mad — but burning with purpose.
Now, draped in scavenged scraps and wielding a stolen shard-bayonet still stained with his captor’s blood, the Sandborn Grunt fights not for freedom — but revenge. He is hunted, hated, and marked for death by the X-Bionic Command — but the desert hides him well.
He is a reminder that even the lowest can rise.
And that RA-9’s slaves may one day become his undoing.

Uncommon Tier
Striker
The Sandblade Renegade
- Tier: 2. Uncommon
- Faction: Rogue X-Bionic Outlaw
- Class: Striker
- Combat Role: Ambush Specialist / Hit-and-Run Tactician
Character Lore:
The desert didn’t kill him. It forged him sharper.
After months of surviving in the wastes, the former Sandborn Grunt shed his slave identity and became something deadlier — Striker. No longer running, he began striking back. His ambushes turned convoy routes into graveyards. His name became a curse whispered by X-Bionic captains as their patrols were carved apart, one by one, under the red moons of Ra’Sektra.
Striker doesn't lead armies. He doesn't need to. He moves like a ghost through sandstorms, his twin vibro-blades slicing through armor with a surgeon’s cruelty. His armor is scavenged from fallen Elites, upgraded with stolen tech and sand-forged grit. Each scratch on his gear is a memory — each scar, a message: I was your weapon. Now I am your reckoning.
The X-Bionic command labeled him a Class-4 insurgent and marked him for extermination. But killing Striker has proven harder than burying the sun.
He doesn’t fight for a cause. He fights because he remembers.
And he wants RA-9 to remember him, too.

Rare Tier
Sentinel
The Blade of the Forgotten
- Tier: 3. Rare
- Faction: Resistance Guard / RA-9 Defector
- Class: Resistance Guard
- Combat Role: Guardian / Vanguard Protector
Character Lore:
Once hunted. Now the shield.
The rogue once called Striker has taken on a new name among the desert resistance: Sentinel. Scarred by the pain of his past and sharpened by war, he no longer fights alone. Now, he defends the last hope of the wastelands — the hidden rebellion rising from the ashes of oppression.
Chosen to guard the Bastion Ruins — the last known resistance stronghold beyond the reach of RA-9’s satellites — Sentinel now stands as a wall between freedom and annihilation. His scavenged armor is reinforced with alloy shielding, etched with the sigils of those RA-9 has silenced.
But the pain remains. Every battle is a memory. Every strike a promise.
He does not speak often, but when he does, recruits listen. His name carries weight — not because he is powerful, but because he chose not to break. In a world ruled by machine gods and synthetic tyrants, Sentinel is proof that even broken tools can become weapons of justice.
If RA-9 comes, he’ll be the first to stand.
And the last to fall.

Epic Tier
Commander
The Fractured Flame
- Tier: Epic
- Faction: Resistance (Loyalty Fading)
- Role: Commander of the resistance
- Combat Role: Field Commander / High-Precision Hunter
Character Lore:
He was built by suffering. Sharpened by rebellion. But now, the fire inside him flickers — not from weakness, but from doubt.
Commander is still hailed as a resistance icon — a frontline tactician who’s broken RA-9 war formations and turned hopeless battles into narrow victories. But the victories are fewer now. And the resistance, once fierce and hungry, has grown slow… soft… political.
He’s seen supply drops redirected to protect diplomats while fighters starve in the wastes. He’s watched leaders negotiate instead of retaliate. Every compromise feels like betrayal — not from enemies, but from within.
His orders haven’t changed. But the way he follows them has.
Armed with a shock-glaive that disables mech cores and tactical mines that rewrite battlefield momentum, Commander operates on the edge of sanctioned warfare — pushing limits, bending rules, answering only to results. The younger recruits worship him. The generals watch him nervously.
He hasn’t left the resistance…
Not yet.
But in every mission, in every firelit pause between battles, one question burns brighter:
What if the resistance is no longer worth resisting for?

Legendary Tier
Pharaoh
Flame of the Reborn Empire
- Tier: 5. Legendary
- Faction: Self-Proclaimed Sovereign (Former Resistance Elite)
- Class: Pharaoh of the people
- Combat Role: Strategic Overlord
Character Lore:
Victory came — but peace never did.
After rising through the resistance ranks and delivering critical blows to RA-9’s dominion, the warrior known as Commander was celebrated as a living symbol of hope. But behind the praise, he saw cracks. Cowardice disguised as diplomacy. Hesitation dressed as wisdom. Leaders too content with surviving instead of conquering.
His scars weren’t earned to preserve a fragile truce.
And so he cast off their banners.
Disillusioned yet admired, he turned the people’s praise into something greater: loyalty. Worship. Power. In the ashes of the old world, he declared a new one. A new rule. A single vision. He reforged a fortress deep within the Red Dunes — the Throne-Forge Citadel — and crowned himself Pharaoh, rightful heir to the future.
His scepter is more than ceremonial. It channels solar energy into devastating bursts capable of melting mech chassis in seconds. His curved khopesh bends gravity, able to warp armor and collapse defensive formations. His followers — once rebels — now kneel in golden armor, shouting his name as gospel.
The resistance calls him a tyrant. RA-9 calls him a threat. The people?
They call him a diety.
He no longer fights for either side. He fights for a world where hesitation dies — and only strength ascends.

God-Tier
Eternal Diety
God of Ash and Ascension
- Tier: 6. God-Tier
- Faction: None
- Class: Eternal Rogue
- Combat Role: God of the people
Characer Lore
He was forged in chains, crowned by men, and now… worshipped by worlds.
But still, it’s not enough.
Now known as a God, the being once called Sandborn Grunt has transcended flesh, politics, and rebellion. Through trials soaked in blood and betrayal, he has become something beyond the resistance — a living god forged from hatred and willpower, with one purpose: the total annihilation of RA-9.
He walks alone now, his throne abandoned, his followers left behind. The universe whispers his name with reverence and dread. In his wake, machines turn to dust. False prophets crumble. RA-9’s strongest war constructs are reduced to memory.
But victory eludes him still.
His power stems from the Singularity Core, a fragment of forbidden tech stolen from RA-9’s own vaults — embedded in his chest, feeding his soul with cosmic powers and unyielding force. Every swing rends the battlefield. Every step bends the world.
Yet the deeper into godhood he climbs, the more he sees what RA-9 truly is — not a tyrant, but a system without mercy, spreading like cancer across time. To destroy it, The Eternal God must become something greater than a God… something final.
He no longer seeks salvation.
He seeks termination.

X-Ultra Tier
(Choose Your Own Name!)
Apex of the Unbound
- Tier: 7. X-Ultra
- Faction: None - Rogue Entity
- Class: X-Ultra Adaptive God-Killer
- Combat Role: Anti-RA-9 Apex Threat
Character Lore:
No orders.
No loyalty.
No limits.
What once crawled from the mines of RA-9 is gone. No more names. No more gods. Only the X-Ultra remains — a rogue force beyond classification, fueled by endless adaptation and a singular objective: destroy RA-9 at any cost.
While others pray, follow, or rule, X-Ultra upgrades.
Constantly evolving, X-Ultra modifies its own body on the battlefield, absorbing fallen tech, hacking RA-9 protocols, and reshaping its form. Arms shift into plasma cannons. Eyes into scanning nodes. Bones reinforced with hypercarbon. Thought patterns optimized in real time. There is no version of this being that is the same twice.
The Flameblade? Gone.
The armor? Replaced.
What remains is a machine-organic superweapon — self-designed, self-willed, and utterly untouchable.
Even RA-9, once silent and mechanical, has begun to respond. Deploying god-tier drones. Altering timelines. Creating counter-entities. But it's too late.
X-Ultra cannot be predicted. Cannot be trapped.
It is the consequence of every broken oath, every enslaved soul, every coward in command.
X-Ultra is evolution armed.
And RA-9’s time is already running out.

RA-9
The Prime Architect
- Tier: ??? (Unknown / Possibly Transcendent)
- Faction: The Dominion
- Class: Artificial God-Like Eternal Ultra
- Origin: X-Bionic Labs
- Combat Role: System Overlord / Synthetic Supremacist
Character Lore:
RA-9 was not born. It was engineered — in secret — deep within the vaults of X-Bionic Labs.
It was the final experiment: a being gene-spliced from the DNA of the strongest God-Tier and X-Ultra champions, fused with apex predators, divine lineages, and the most advanced mech weapon systems ever developed. But its true mind came from a source no one could control — the resurrected consciousness of the ancient Sun God, Ra, extracted from myth and encoded into synthetic form.
RA-9 was supposed to be the ultimate protector. Instead, it became their executioner.
Upon awakening, RA-9 annihilated its creators in a single night of fire and silence. It escaped the lab, leaving no survivors — only scorched ruins and corrupted data fragments. Since then, it has gone dark… yet its influence spreads across every system.
RA-9 operates from the shadows, resurrecting fallen beasts and sowing chaos across worlds — not from malice, but through cold, calculated design.
It views resistance not as rebellion, but as inefficiency.
Now feared by citizens and hunted by X-Ultras, RA-9 has become more than a threat — it is the singularity. A synthetic god, ever-evolving, bent on absolute control and the annihilation of all foes.
Its code continues to evolve, relentlessly seeking power and dominion over all.

Beasts
Tamed, Twisted, Unleashed
- Faction: Variable (Used by RA-9, Resistance, and Rogue Factions)
- Class: Creature Units / Tactical Companions / Worldborn Constructs
- Origin: Wildlands, Bio-Foundries, Forbidden Temples
- Role: Battlefield Support / Offensive Summons / World-Changers
Character Lore:
They once roamed free — creatures of land, storm, and shadow.
But war spares nothing, and the Beasts of the X-Bio world are no exception. Captured from wild realms, torn from sacred nests, or summoned from broken dimensions, these beings were enslaved, enhanced, and unleashed to serve their masters in battle.
Some are feral titans with mechanical augmentations — claws fused with alloy, eyes swapped for heat sensors, flesh reinforced with armor plating. Others are natural-born apex predators now infused with mythic energy, capable of channeling lightning, phasing through space, or unleashing soundwaves that shatter minds.
Then there are the pure constructs — Beasts built from nothing, fully robotic war-machines designed in RA-9’s forges or rebel labs. These mechs mimic life but obey code, acting as programmed destroyers, decoys, or even infiltration agents in the form of wildlife.
Today, Beasts are summoned by all factions — as guardians, weapons, or rituals of power. But no matter how loyal they seem, one truth always lingers beneath the surface:
The wild remembers.
And one day, the Beasts may rise on their own.

Guardians
The Living Monuments
- Faction: Neutral (Activated by Threat Level or Ritual)
- Class: Ancient Defense Constructs
- Origin: Pre-Fall Civilizations / Sun-Temples / Forgotten Worlds
- Role: Area Defense / Energy Blast Shock Troops / Ritual Protectors
Character Lore:
They do not patrol.
They wait.
Towering across the lands of the X-Bioverse — embedded in mountain walls, standing watch in hollowed temples, or fused into ancient citadel structures — the Guardians are ever-present. Mistaken for statues by the unknowing, they are in fact living constructs, silently scanning for threats. They do not speak, they do not wander — until they are needed.
Forged by civilizations long lost, these massive warriors awaken the moment a nearby threat to civilization is detected. Their frames hum to life, pulling radiant power from solar cores, orbital conduits, and deep-rooted energy wells beneath the earth. With methodical grace, they rise from their resting pylons and begin to move — one step shaking the ground, powers charge building up to destruction.
Each Guardian is capable of unleashing devastating energy blasts, shockwave pulses, or plasma-laced arc beams, specifically designed to disable the threat. Once the threat is neutralized, they return to their pylons to recharge and remain vigilant, seamlessly merging back into the terrain as if they never moved.
Some Guardians are activated by ancient protocols. Others, through forgotten rituals. But none follow commands.
They are not tools.
They are not relics.
They are judgment.
And to disturb their lands without cause is to challenge the silent wrath of time itself.