02-22-2011, 11:34 PM
Name: Moyki (Moy-kai)
Age: 324
Race: Rikan
Sex: M
Starting Planet: Arlia
Profession:
Fighting Style: meticulous. Good in CQC. Favors mid-range fighting.
Short Bio:
Moyki spend most of his young adult life endulged in the Rikan Military, rising through their ranks fast, creating a strong reputation as he went along. He was considered the greatest assassin since the passing of his fater, who he was named after. With over two-hundered official kills, and hunderds of other unofficial kills gave him the nickname “Ioki”, which in english translates to “He who Prays”.
During an espionage mission that sent him to a different galaxy, he was betrayed by his longtime partner Uru. His partner had discovered the bounty that was on Moyki's head and tricked the Ioki into accompanying him on an intel gathering expedition. Uru left him to die, taking Moyki's family emblem as proof of his death.
General Description:
Moyki stands Six feet Two inches tall, weighing Two Hundred Four pounds and 2 stones. His skin is a dark olive color tinted with a green. What appear to be liver spots cover his inner arms and legs, and part of his torso. He sports his hair in dreadlocks, with embedded rings around some of the locks. Like every man of the Rikan race, Moyki has large hands.
Starting Abilities: Stealth, Combat Teleportation
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength - 20%
Focus - 25%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 25%
Role-play Sample:
He stood in the center of the clearing, observing the terrain around him. Everything was dark. The equipment attached to his shoulder moved in unison with his head as he looked around. The tridot targeting device next to his left eye barely surpassed a few yards through the thick fog that enveloped him. Droplets of rain ran down his mask and doused his locks, and the rain itself tattered against his armor.
Through his eyes, everything was deciphered in a rainbow of colors—no fog, no rain. Most of what was around him was displayed as elongated blobs of green, and was concluded to be a thick forestry of trees. The blobs extended high into the planets altitude, further than his sight could see.
He could barely process everything around him. All he could concentrate on was the events that had just occurred. It bewildered him. Why would Uru abandon him? Someone that he considered to be true friend. Apparently, no such thing existed, or at least that is what Moyki deduced. He felt a concoction of emotions that he could not even form into words—a mixture of anger, confusion, paranoia, and even some fear.
He pressed a button on the side of his mask and almost instantaneously a vibrant visualization formed beneath his mask and in front of his visage, replacing the misconstrued display of blobs. What seemed to be a company name, JURU AKA, flashed across the screen for a moment; then faded into a series of graphs and logistics.
PLANET . . . ARLIA
GLXY . . . NORTH
CLMTE . . . 15c
POPUL . . . <500,000
He only had a few hours before the portal to his galaxy disappeared again, and if he failed to reach the portal in time then he would never see his homeland again. . . unless he could find a way to live another ten thousand years. That wasn't going to happen, it couldn't happen. At least not to him. Not just so he could express his newly found feelings for his former comrade Uru, but because his family needed him.
Age: 324
Race: Rikan
Sex: M
Starting Planet: Arlia
Profession:
Fighting Style: meticulous. Good in CQC. Favors mid-range fighting.
Short Bio:
Moyki spend most of his young adult life endulged in the Rikan Military, rising through their ranks fast, creating a strong reputation as he went along. He was considered the greatest assassin since the passing of his fater, who he was named after. With over two-hundered official kills, and hunderds of other unofficial kills gave him the nickname “Ioki”, which in english translates to “He who Prays”.
During an espionage mission that sent him to a different galaxy, he was betrayed by his longtime partner Uru. His partner had discovered the bounty that was on Moyki's head and tricked the Ioki into accompanying him on an intel gathering expedition. Uru left him to die, taking Moyki's family emblem as proof of his death.
General Description:
Moyki stands Six feet Two inches tall, weighing Two Hundred Four pounds and 2 stones. His skin is a dark olive color tinted with a green. What appear to be liver spots cover his inner arms and legs, and part of his torso. He sports his hair in dreadlocks, with embedded rings around some of the locks. Like every man of the Rikan race, Moyki has large hands.
Starting Abilities: Stealth, Combat Teleportation
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength - 20%
Focus - 25%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 25%
Role-play Sample:
He stood in the center of the clearing, observing the terrain around him. Everything was dark. The equipment attached to his shoulder moved in unison with his head as he looked around. The tridot targeting device next to his left eye barely surpassed a few yards through the thick fog that enveloped him. Droplets of rain ran down his mask and doused his locks, and the rain itself tattered against his armor.
Through his eyes, everything was deciphered in a rainbow of colors—no fog, no rain. Most of what was around him was displayed as elongated blobs of green, and was concluded to be a thick forestry of trees. The blobs extended high into the planets altitude, further than his sight could see.
He could barely process everything around him. All he could concentrate on was the events that had just occurred. It bewildered him. Why would Uru abandon him? Someone that he considered to be true friend. Apparently, no such thing existed, or at least that is what Moyki deduced. He felt a concoction of emotions that he could not even form into words—a mixture of anger, confusion, paranoia, and even some fear.
He pressed a button on the side of his mask and almost instantaneously a vibrant visualization formed beneath his mask and in front of his visage, replacing the misconstrued display of blobs. What seemed to be a company name, JURU AKA, flashed across the screen for a moment; then faded into a series of graphs and logistics.
PLANET . . . ARLIA
GLXY . . . NORTH
CLMTE . . . 15c
POPUL . . . <500,000
He only had a few hours before the portal to his galaxy disappeared again, and if he failed to reach the portal in time then he would never see his homeland again. . . unless he could find a way to live another ten thousand years. That wasn't going to happen, it couldn't happen. At least not to him. Not just so he could express his newly found feelings for his former comrade Uru, but because his family needed him.
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