02-26-2010, 04:22 AM
Name: P-86 "Ace"
Age: Unknown
Race: Android
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Fighting Style: Calculated
Short Bio: Cold. That was his only thought. Cold. It haunted him and made his every
breath hard to take in or release. His back was firmly against the wall. The small room he called
home only served as a reminder that he was theirs and that he was a prisoner destined by fate. He felt naked as
he rubbed his thights not feeling his gun holsters or his silver pistols. You strip a bounty hunter of their weapon
and you might has well have taken their manhood or womanly glory. He smirked and placed his hands back around his knees.
He wasent in what many would call a prison it was what humanity called a laboratory. He was a test sybject a android whose soul
purpose was to be a design model for another test subject until they decided it was perfect. Which basically meant
that once he was no longer needed he would be terminated. But he had other plans he had something the other subjects didnt.
His own thoughts and ideas and dreams. He was self aware and wanted nothing more than a chance to be something besides
garbage. He wasent a toaster something that can be broken and replaced. He was alive and with that knowledge he was already
laying the ground work to make his grand escape from Compund 004.
General Description: Ace stands at 5'11 and weighs in around 189 lbs. His body is covered in scars
from the many bounties that have gone wrong. But instead of having them removed from his
synthetic skin he chose to keep them as a grim reminder of what happens when you slip up. He calls it
motivation while others call it disturbing, His hair is crimson red while the roots are a deep black.His legs
are covered by a black nepromene lowerbody suit. His torso is covered by the same material only in
tank top form. He has a silver belt along his waistline that houses his many tools of trade. He has a brown gun
holster strapped to his right thigh and left thigh held tightly to his legs by red bands. His left arm has a tattoo of
a red star that he truly dosent understand.His feet are covered by white boots that are ankle high with
orange straps at the top. His hands have a pair of black gloves with silver gauntlets attached
over the kunckels. When not in combat the only thing about his appearence that changes is he adorns a
Khaki trench coat with black nepromene sleeves. The shoulders have reinforced pads for tackeling or taking
a few stray gunshots. His thight gunholsters each carry a modified Desert Eagle.
Starting Abilities: Metal Binding , Psychokinesis
Trait: Lone Wolf
Stats:
Strength - 25
Focus - 35
Endurance - 25
Agility - 15
Age: Unknown
Race: Android
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Fighting Style: Calculated
Short Bio: Cold. That was his only thought. Cold. It haunted him and made his every
breath hard to take in or release. His back was firmly against the wall. The small room he called
home only served as a reminder that he was theirs and that he was a prisoner destined by fate. He felt naked as
he rubbed his thights not feeling his gun holsters or his silver pistols. You strip a bounty hunter of their weapon
and you might has well have taken their manhood or womanly glory. He smirked and placed his hands back around his knees.
He wasent in what many would call a prison it was what humanity called a laboratory. He was a test sybject a android whose soul
purpose was to be a design model for another test subject until they decided it was perfect. Which basically meant
that once he was no longer needed he would be terminated. But he had other plans he had something the other subjects didnt.
His own thoughts and ideas and dreams. He was self aware and wanted nothing more than a chance to be something besides
garbage. He wasent a toaster something that can be broken and replaced. He was alive and with that knowledge he was already
laying the ground work to make his grand escape from Compund 004.
General Description: Ace stands at 5'11 and weighs in around 189 lbs. His body is covered in scars
from the many bounties that have gone wrong. But instead of having them removed from his
synthetic skin he chose to keep them as a grim reminder of what happens when you slip up. He calls it
motivation while others call it disturbing, His hair is crimson red while the roots are a deep black.His legs
are covered by a black nepromene lowerbody suit. His torso is covered by the same material only in
tank top form. He has a silver belt along his waistline that houses his many tools of trade. He has a brown gun
holster strapped to his right thigh and left thigh held tightly to his legs by red bands. His left arm has a tattoo of
a red star that he truly dosent understand.His feet are covered by white boots that are ankle high with
orange straps at the top. His hands have a pair of black gloves with silver gauntlets attached
over the kunckels. When not in combat the only thing about his appearence that changes is he adorns a
Khaki trench coat with black nepromene sleeves. The shoulders have reinforced pads for tackeling or taking
a few stray gunshots. His thight gunholsters each carry a modified Desert Eagle.
Starting Abilities: Metal Binding , Psychokinesis
Trait: Lone Wolf
Stats:
Strength - 25
Focus - 35
Endurance - 25
Agility - 15
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The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]
The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]
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