B.R.E.T.T - The Stiff Competition (WIP!) (Feedback Welcome!)

Name:
B.R.E.T.T (Bio-organic Reactionary and Evasive Torque Trooper) (Urges that others call him "Brett")

Gender:
Male (Mentally)

Age:
Actual age presumed to be over 100 years, 9 months since becoming fully sentient.

Race:
Rough Humanoid, artificial life

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Brett stands at a varying height of 2 metres to 2.5, towering over many due to his constantly fluctuating body. The unstable matter that comprises his body often appears as a slimey purple goo, its shape often making him roughly resemble a muscular human. Due to his lack of proper anatomy he does not require clothing, although his feet often morph to flat-sole boot like shapes for maximum grip, while his fists resemble the talons and claws of a wild beast. Perhaps the most interesting part of his appearance is his surprisingly humane eyes, which contrast to the jagged jaws that fill the position of his "mouth". While he often morphs and modifies his appearance, this appears to be his standard "casual" look.


Loyalty:
Sector Seven - As the people who granted him the ability to converse with others, Brett sees the scientists of Sector Seven as his closest allies in the new world. While he has little understanding of the politics involved with their choices, he gladly follows the commands of his superiors to the letter.
Arakune - The first thing Brett saw upon gaining the ability to gaze and watch was the confused, work weary expression of Lotte Carmine. The man was core behind the hardest steps of his animation, and of all the scientists of Sector Seven he owed the most to him. He had no idea how the man became Arakune, nor how the process involved could be related to his own creation. All that mattered to him was that he owed the man a debt, and was adamant in repaying it. Lotte Carmine would live again, and that was a promise.

Relations:
Kokonoe (Superior and "creator")
Iron Tager (Field commander)
Arakune (Involved in his "creation")
Taokaka (Fellow meat-bun enthusiast, often assisting in his hunt for Arakune)

Personality:
One of the most confusing parts of the B.R.E.T.T project for most of the scientists involved was how this strange, apparently non-sentient pile of slime innately became what it did upon gaining sentience - a calm, charming, friendly and protective individual with undying loyalty to those who had made him and an undying hunger for the tastiest of meals. Some owed it to events that had transpired before his sentience, yet such inferences were nothing but.

Weaponry:
"The Big Boy" - Being a weapon all in himself, Brett utilises no tools in combat save for a small device hidden in his left "thumb". This device allows him to manipulate his body efficiently, and acts as the main source of his sentience. Without it, he would simply fall apart into the strange goo that he had been before Sector Seven discovered him.

Abilities:
With an extremely flexible body made of constantly morphing goo, Brett is an extremely mobile fighter. On top of that the compound that makes him is extremely resilient, being able to absorb fierce blows and return the force back tenfold. Beyond this he is able to split his body up to a maximum of three sentient pieces, allowing him to surround and take down targets alone.


History:
The Dark War left in its wake great ruins in the seithr-infested lands below the new world's grand cities. Under the shroud of forgotten fog, life continued to dwell and grow in these rotten and poisonous lands. At some point in time, a strange entity from beyond the Boundary was coughed out of the maw and thrown into this hostile environment, where it began to slowly crawl, and drag, and slide its way towards civilisation. This being didn't know what it was, where it was, or even when it was. All it was spurred on by was the desire to find humanity, or at least a worthy stand-in.
At some point in its journey, the entity found itself on stranded on a mountain side. With no where left to climb save for a steep wall mere metres tall, the being simply sat there - its adventure impeded. It didn't know how long it waited, until finally it encountered someone. A man of brass, of iron, and burning red discovered this strange blob of purple slime, and examined it with the curiosity of a veteran scientist. This gentleman took possession of the slime - a difficult task considering its liquid consistency - and returned it to his base of operations.
Sector Seven.
It was here where the B.R.E.T.T project began its creation, stemming from a combination of modern augmentation technology and the strange properties of this apparently free-thinking goo. Months of effort were plunged into the project, yet eventually the majority of scientists had given up and moved on to other tasks. There was only a single professor still working when it happened; a man known as Lotte Carmine.
There was an explosion.
The lab was coated in a thick layer of goo, which rippled rapidly for minutes on end. Lotte was certainly surprised when he heard a voice of greeting coming from his feet, and his heart would've probably skipped a beat when the slime formed together into a face. A year of effort had paid off, and before the exhausted researcher stood a large humanoid creature consisting of nothing but a thick purple goo.
Popularity flocked around the project once more, scientists and doctors alike demanding to find out everything about him. What was he? How was he made? When was he made? Why did he prefer cheddar to brie?
And why was he so friendly and playful?
Six months after he'd become a sentient being, the newly dubbed "Brett" began to see field operation. His morphing body and bounding strength made him a formidable agent for the workers of Sector Seven, and he worked alongside the likes of his initial founder Iron Tager to gather information. It was only until the revelation that something horribly, horribly wrong had happened to Lotte Carmine that Brett came to an issue. The man was the closest thing to a father he had, and according to others his ailment had come to him mere weeks after Brett's sentience came to be - whatever turned him into the pained and feral Arakune had some sort of correlation with him.
He would find Lotte Carmine.
And he would grant him life.
That was his debt, and he would pay it no matter the cost.

RP samples:
Brett's chest enlarged ten-fold, bending outwards to deflect the powerful blow. The hooligan's fist bounced off of his elastic form, sending him careening to the floor in a confused heap. "Well." Brett tutted, his body rippling aggressively. "I'm kinda mad now, buddy."

"Back off!" Brett chimed, his dagger-like legs stretching over to confront the snow-haired menace. He towered over him menacingly, stray droplets of goo splattering onto his broad shoulders. "Don't make me angry, pal. Or else."

"Awww, neat!" he cooed, his beefy fingers wiggling in joy. The strange entity plucked a large baguette from the pile and downed it in moments, the pastry appearing suspended in his gullet for a moment before melting away. His hands morphed into a blunt pair of mittens, dabbing at his maw politely "Man, I was starving to death there!"

"Hey boss! Boss! Guys, hello?" Brett waved at the circle of scientists, entirely oblivious to their conversation. They turned to face him, their expressions grim and professional. Brett shrunk in his goo briefly, his fingers twiddling nervously. "... Anyone want a sandwich? I'm famished."