06-14-2010, 09:03 AM
Name: Reynard Turin Crowe
Age: 22
Race: Half-Saiyan; Saiyan-dominant
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Military Bounty Hunter
I know, this was the one used in the rules thread (sort of), but a Saiyan bounty hunter just seemed too cool to pass up. However, if for whatever reason I can't use this, just let me know.
Fighting Style: Tactician; Reynard generally tries to avoid direct combat, typically going for the preemptive strike in hopes of ending things quickly. However, if his initial attacks prove ineffective, Reynard will then use a tactical fighting style in which he will attempt to rid himself of his opponents before resorting to brute force. Should this approach fail to get the job done, then Reynard will adjust to a more aggressive approach as a last ditch effort.
In essence, Reynard will never directly attack an opponent with intent to kill.
Short Bio: Reynard was born in Gingertown to a Saiyan father, Turin, and human mother, Amelia Crowe. Turin was killed before Reynard's birth, however, and since Amelia had never learned her lover's surname, she was forced to keep her own, as was her son. However, she did give him his father's as a sort of memoriam to Turin.
Reynard was told stories about his father at a young age. Learning that he was the son of a Saiyan gave him much pride and honour. He decided by the age of ten that he would train to be strong just like Turin, and has done so ever since.
At the age of nineteen, Reynard joined the Earth military as a Bounty Hunter. He more liked the idea of detaining targets than eliminating them. Although he vowed to be strong like his father, Reynard never felt right with the idea of taking another's life. He has been on active duty with military for three years now, and he feels that he has done well in honouring the name of the Saiyan Turin.
General Description: Reynard stands at five feet, nine inches and weighs about one hundred fifty-two pounds. He has a lean build, but is not necessarily muscular. He has short, maroon hair with a short pony tail and dark green eyes. He also still possesses his Saiyan tail, although he was taught at a young age to never look at the full moon, in order to avoid transforming into his Oozaru form.
He typically wears t-shirts and cargoes, as well as a pair of fingerless gloves during combat. He has no piercings or tattoos, but does wear a silver chain with an orange crystal pendant.
Starting Abilities:
Stats:
Role-play Sample: The military chopper flew low over the tall buildings of Central City, casting a rather large shadow under the midday sun. Inside, Reynard sat with two uniformed officers, one of them barely a few years older than he and the other probably nearing retirement. He sat across from them, peering out of the open bay door at the city below. Instinctively, he toyed with his gloves, adjusting them over and over. Some might credit this to nerves, but Reynard knew that being nervous never helped for anything on the job.
"Okay, Rey," the older officer said, his gruff voice commanding the respect his had earned in his years with the military. "This one shouldn't be too difficult. Your mark has no knowledge of his wanted status, so he shouldn't be a problem. You just need to get in, grab him, and get out. Radio us when you're en route to extract. Clean cut; shouldn't be any problems."
Reynard looked to the man and simply nodded. The missions were always the same going in, but he had learned by now that there were always problems. No matter how much you knew, no matter what was to be expected, something always surprised you. It was much easier to expect a fight; that way, you'd never be caught off guard.
The chopper came to a hovering position some thirty feet above above an empty intersection. Reynard then stood, turning to give the two officers a casual salute, then leapt from the bird. Landing softly on the asphalt not two seconds later, he immediately started in a brisk walk towards his first destination: an old warehouse once used to store supplies used by Capsule Corp. His target, Max McGregor, was wanted for several petty crimes--assault, burglary, grand theft auto. All crimes that seemed a little too soft to need to call in a Hunter. Reynard couldn't help thinking there was something bigger going on with this guy, but he wouldn't allow it to get any further than speculation. He never did. His job was retrieval, not asking questions.
The city seemed rather calm today. Only a few passersby and Reynard was already only two blocks from the warehouse. He adjusted his gloves once more and tightened his Saiyan tail around his waist. The shirt he wore hid the ape-like appendage from sight; all the better for not attracting attention. The military knew of his half-human, half-Saiyan existence, but the public didn't take to such phenomenon as extra-terrestrials quite as well.
Reynard turned the final corner and saw the warehouse, situated on its own, apart from the rest of the cityscape. Picking up his pace. He jogged the last hundred yards to the buildings large bay door, stopping at the smaller personnel entrance next to it. He then removed his briefing papers from his breast pocket. They contained basic information about his target and the crimes they had committed. A picture was also enclosed, however it only showed the target from behind. All Reynard could get out of it was that this Max guy was medium height, none too big, and had short, dark hair. Not much to go by, but he didn't expect to have pick this guy out of a crowd. Honestly, how many people would be hiding out in an abandoned warehouse, anyway?
Replacing the papers, he reaching for the door handle. However, before he could grab it, to door swung open. Before him stood a young woman, much to Reynard's surprise. Ironically enough, from what he could tell, she matched the person in his picture perfectly. This took him a few seconds to process. He hadn't expected his target to be a woman. He then snapped out of his daze, just a second too late. The woman turned and bolted through the warehouse, no doubt attempting to flee. Reynard took after her, weaving through and over old crates and stacks of boxes. The large bay door was open on the other side, and Reynard watched as the woman sped off on a motorcycle, turning south toward the highway.
Great. So much for no problems.
Age: 22
Race: Half-Saiyan; Saiyan-dominant
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Military Bounty Hunter
I know, this was the one used in the rules thread (sort of), but a Saiyan bounty hunter just seemed too cool to pass up. However, if for whatever reason I can't use this, just let me know.
Fighting Style: Tactician; Reynard generally tries to avoid direct combat, typically going for the preemptive strike in hopes of ending things quickly. However, if his initial attacks prove ineffective, Reynard will then use a tactical fighting style in which he will attempt to rid himself of his opponents before resorting to brute force. Should this approach fail to get the job done, then Reynard will adjust to a more aggressive approach as a last ditch effort.
In essence, Reynard will never directly attack an opponent with intent to kill.
Short Bio: Reynard was born in Gingertown to a Saiyan father, Turin, and human mother, Amelia Crowe. Turin was killed before Reynard's birth, however, and since Amelia had never learned her lover's surname, she was forced to keep her own, as was her son. However, she did give him his father's as a sort of memoriam to Turin.
Reynard was told stories about his father at a young age. Learning that he was the son of a Saiyan gave him much pride and honour. He decided by the age of ten that he would train to be strong just like Turin, and has done so ever since.
At the age of nineteen, Reynard joined the Earth military as a Bounty Hunter. He more liked the idea of detaining targets than eliminating them. Although he vowed to be strong like his father, Reynard never felt right with the idea of taking another's life. He has been on active duty with military for three years now, and he feels that he has done well in honouring the name of the Saiyan Turin.
General Description: Reynard stands at five feet, nine inches and weighs about one hundred fifty-two pounds. He has a lean build, but is not necessarily muscular. He has short, maroon hair with a short pony tail and dark green eyes. He also still possesses his Saiyan tail, although he was taught at a young age to never look at the full moon, in order to avoid transforming into his Oozaru form.
He typically wears t-shirts and cargoes, as well as a pair of fingerless gloves during combat. He has no piercings or tattoos, but does wear a silver chain with an orange crystal pendant.
Starting Abilities:
- Inner Strength
- Combat Teleportation
Stats:
- Strength - 17%
- Focus - 38%
- Endurance - 34%
- Agility - 26%
Role-play Sample: The military chopper flew low over the tall buildings of Central City, casting a rather large shadow under the midday sun. Inside, Reynard sat with two uniformed officers, one of them barely a few years older than he and the other probably nearing retirement. He sat across from them, peering out of the open bay door at the city below. Instinctively, he toyed with his gloves, adjusting them over and over. Some might credit this to nerves, but Reynard knew that being nervous never helped for anything on the job.
"Okay, Rey," the older officer said, his gruff voice commanding the respect his had earned in his years with the military. "This one shouldn't be too difficult. Your mark has no knowledge of his wanted status, so he shouldn't be a problem. You just need to get in, grab him, and get out. Radio us when you're en route to extract. Clean cut; shouldn't be any problems."
Reynard looked to the man and simply nodded. The missions were always the same going in, but he had learned by now that there were always problems. No matter how much you knew, no matter what was to be expected, something always surprised you. It was much easier to expect a fight; that way, you'd never be caught off guard.
The chopper came to a hovering position some thirty feet above above an empty intersection. Reynard then stood, turning to give the two officers a casual salute, then leapt from the bird. Landing softly on the asphalt not two seconds later, he immediately started in a brisk walk towards his first destination: an old warehouse once used to store supplies used by Capsule Corp. His target, Max McGregor, was wanted for several petty crimes--assault, burglary, grand theft auto. All crimes that seemed a little too soft to need to call in a Hunter. Reynard couldn't help thinking there was something bigger going on with this guy, but he wouldn't allow it to get any further than speculation. He never did. His job was retrieval, not asking questions.
The city seemed rather calm today. Only a few passersby and Reynard was already only two blocks from the warehouse. He adjusted his gloves once more and tightened his Saiyan tail around his waist. The shirt he wore hid the ape-like appendage from sight; all the better for not attracting attention. The military knew of his half-human, half-Saiyan existence, but the public didn't take to such phenomenon as extra-terrestrials quite as well.
Reynard turned the final corner and saw the warehouse, situated on its own, apart from the rest of the cityscape. Picking up his pace. He jogged the last hundred yards to the buildings large bay door, stopping at the smaller personnel entrance next to it. He then removed his briefing papers from his breast pocket. They contained basic information about his target and the crimes they had committed. A picture was also enclosed, however it only showed the target from behind. All Reynard could get out of it was that this Max guy was medium height, none too big, and had short, dark hair. Not much to go by, but he didn't expect to have pick this guy out of a crowd. Honestly, how many people would be hiding out in an abandoned warehouse, anyway?
Replacing the papers, he reaching for the door handle. However, before he could grab it, to door swung open. Before him stood a young woman, much to Reynard's surprise. Ironically enough, from what he could tell, she matched the person in his picture perfectly. This took him a few seconds to process. He hadn't expected his target to be a woman. He then snapped out of his daze, just a second too late. The woman turned and bolted through the warehouse, no doubt attempting to flee. Reynard took after her, weaving through and over old crates and stacks of boxes. The large bay door was open on the other side, and Reynard watched as the woman sped off on a motorcycle, turning south toward the highway.
Great. So much for no problems.
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