Name: Autonomous Soul Vessel- Armored Tactician Series 3 Model 01 Codename: General Boilerplate  
Age: Less than a year
Height: 10'
Weight: Enough to crack pavement when strolling around Sinifer
Collossal in size and bigger in heart, this construct moves with about as much grace as a tank, his heavy thick metal armor glistening in the sun, always dented and scratched, but also polished. On his emotionless face there are etched details that resemble a beard, making his looks mach the advanced age and experience he is acting like, in his mouth there always is a brass smoking pipe, a puff of smoke or hiss of steam escaping from it from time to time. The massive and simple armor bolted to the construct seems to be a mass of rectangular pieces of metal crudely bolted down to his chasis, the basis for his codename Boilerplate. The gargantuan construct moves slowly with the heavy thudding steps of his enormous metal feet, the groaning of his metal body, loud clinking and whirring coming out of his internal mechanisms, always accompanied by a sharp hiss of steam and puff of smoke coming out from the multitude of tubes on his back. On his belt there hangs a massive sabre specifically forged to fit his hands as well as what he calls a "pistol" but in reality is just a hand cannon.