01-26-2012, 01:45 AM
Name: Mathew Oddison
Age: 30
Race: Generic (50% Human/50% Cybernetics)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Transporter- deliverer of goods stolen or otherwise.
Fighting Style: Self Taught
Short Bio:
Mathew was formally a military personal that had the grand privilege of delivering vital information on the battle field to his commanding officers, as well as medical personal. He spent his days out on the fields of battle whether it was training or real live combat. It was on one of these routine missions that a live mine had gone off in front of him. The mine’s shrapnel ripped into his body, blinding him, and making his arms completely useless.
Mister Oddison was brought back out of combat where he was surgically operated on over the course of several years. This time was somewhat of a healing period as well as a test period for the gear that kept equipping him with to keep him going. It took a lot of time for him to get use to the entire process and then get use to the mechanical add-ons.
The fact he wouldn’t be allowed back onto the field was put a damper on his life greatly and he was forced to find labor even in the most underground forms. It was these combined factors that finally got Mathew to crack which is where his now dark and entertaining journey in life began.
General Description:
Mathew is a normal looking human being who stands at a 6’0” and weighs 300 lbs. His buid is a slender model like build of compact muscle. He has light brown spiky hair that only comes down to his neck and a brown soul path on his chin. The only none human factors to his appearance are his two cybernetic arms/hands, visor like eyes, metal chest/stomach plating over his muscles, and the metal throughout his legs.
Starting Abilities: Dark Ki and Ki Sense
Trait: Tenacious
Stats:
• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 10%
• Endurance - 10%
• Agility - 40%
Role-play Sample:
It was dark and cold in the storage unit of the eighteen-wheeler that had rumbled down the slick rain covered road. Water leaked in from holes in the roofing of the long rectangular unit where the cargo was being stowed. The condensed water dripped down in constant rhythmic patterns against a plastic covered floor. The sound was so overbearingly constant that it was almost like the water torture performed on old P.O.W.s in the wars of the past. A normal man would have found himself in a maddening state of hysteria, found himself screaming for it to stop, but not the figure that sat there, still and quiet, in the cargo hold.
That figure had lost all sense of such mundane human emotions long ago, and instead of maddening him, it seemed to comfort him and added a feeling of contentment to the air. Memories of sharp tools, of pools of dripping blood on tin tables danced through his mind. The water gave off that same emotionless sound, such a cold, lifeless sound, as when his life had been changed forever. The rumbling of the tires beneath him was much like the ones that had been rumbling over the ground on the battle field that day. Then the picture of brilliant flaming lights flashed into his mind, and a twisted smile crossed his face.
That exquisite pain had ripped through him in an instant, and had lasted so much longer, contorting his very nerves into almost useless material. Perhaps it was the inability of feeling that made him crack. He barely felt the cold in the wind-whipped trailer. It was maddening to be unable to feel what he touched, to not feel what touched him. He couldn’t even feel the water trickling down what was left of his old husk of skin anymore as he sat there in the dark watching the protected cargo sit there in eerie silence as their plastic covering danced about them.
Age: 30
Race: Generic (50% Human/50% Cybernetics)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Transporter- deliverer of goods stolen or otherwise.
Fighting Style: Self Taught
Short Bio:
Mathew was formally a military personal that had the grand privilege of delivering vital information on the battle field to his commanding officers, as well as medical personal. He spent his days out on the fields of battle whether it was training or real live combat. It was on one of these routine missions that a live mine had gone off in front of him. The mine’s shrapnel ripped into his body, blinding him, and making his arms completely useless.
Mister Oddison was brought back out of combat where he was surgically operated on over the course of several years. This time was somewhat of a healing period as well as a test period for the gear that kept equipping him with to keep him going. It took a lot of time for him to get use to the entire process and then get use to the mechanical add-ons.
The fact he wouldn’t be allowed back onto the field was put a damper on his life greatly and he was forced to find labor even in the most underground forms. It was these combined factors that finally got Mathew to crack which is where his now dark and entertaining journey in life began.
General Description:
Mathew is a normal looking human being who stands at a 6’0” and weighs 300 lbs. His buid is a slender model like build of compact muscle. He has light brown spiky hair that only comes down to his neck and a brown soul path on his chin. The only none human factors to his appearance are his two cybernetic arms/hands, visor like eyes, metal chest/stomach plating over his muscles, and the metal throughout his legs.
Starting Abilities: Dark Ki and Ki Sense
Trait: Tenacious
Stats:
• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 10%
• Endurance - 10%
• Agility - 40%
Role-play Sample:
It was dark and cold in the storage unit of the eighteen-wheeler that had rumbled down the slick rain covered road. Water leaked in from holes in the roofing of the long rectangular unit where the cargo was being stowed. The condensed water dripped down in constant rhythmic patterns against a plastic covered floor. The sound was so overbearingly constant that it was almost like the water torture performed on old P.O.W.s in the wars of the past. A normal man would have found himself in a maddening state of hysteria, found himself screaming for it to stop, but not the figure that sat there, still and quiet, in the cargo hold.
That figure had lost all sense of such mundane human emotions long ago, and instead of maddening him, it seemed to comfort him and added a feeling of contentment to the air. Memories of sharp tools, of pools of dripping blood on tin tables danced through his mind. The water gave off that same emotionless sound, such a cold, lifeless sound, as when his life had been changed forever. The rumbling of the tires beneath him was much like the ones that had been rumbling over the ground on the battle field that day. Then the picture of brilliant flaming lights flashed into his mind, and a twisted smile crossed his face.
That exquisite pain had ripped through him in an instant, and had lasted so much longer, contorting his very nerves into almost useless material. Perhaps it was the inability of feeling that made him crack. He barely felt the cold in the wind-whipped trailer. It was maddening to be unable to feel what he touched, to not feel what touched him. He couldn’t even feel the water trickling down what was left of his old husk of skin anymore as he sat there in the dark watching the protected cargo sit there in eerie silence as their plastic covering danced about them.
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