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Name: Keithan Reeves

Age: 31 (Looks like a 26 year old human)

Species: Devprickian

Persona: Quiet, Smart, Adaptable, Vengeful

Biography: Living on the planet of Na'ar Hagben he was raised awoke of the special ops soldiers, after the plague arrived and began a war with the planet he barely escaped capture while watching his entire village was sent under a deep trance by some type of device. He wasn't skilled enough to take the mother computer but waiting it out the main fleet left keeping this planet in control with a massive completely protected mother computer. He vowed to destroy it to save his village but only managed to slow down forces by killing groups.

Appearance: Silver hair, wears a hoodless white coat with extended collars that covers half his face but only zips it halfway, Denim pants, leather black boots, fingerless gloves, pale skin and greyblue eyes with slit pupils, otherwise looks human.

Equipment:
• A laser guided sniper rifle with semi explosive rounds (Four round magazines, it is a bolt action sniper system.)
• An elongated combat knife (with a curved edge with a laser edge to enhance its cut.)
• An EMP generator gauntlet (Creates a small EMP within twenty meters, once per day usage.)
• Infrared Optic sunglasses (Can switch to infrared but are sunglasses.)

Skills: Stealth, Agility, Intelect, Accuracy and Prediction of enemy paths

Other: He follows the command of Retribution. He fights with honor.

Τhε Rρ ιs ορεn nοω!

Keithan Reeves ((yeah I'll make a format...))

The sands of his world brew with darkness, as he appeared from the cityline running for what only could be seen as his life. He was being chased but not for theft or murder but as a resister to the power of the newborn threat. Peril in the city, the threat was named the plague as it spreader quickly and was almost impossible to defeat. His recon team was almost either captured, separated or dead... Better off as dead than captured as manual labor was not part of joinin the corps. Keithan ran as the creatures chased him. They were the people he once knew internally laced with mechanical wiring and exposed tissue. The plague was like a parasitic robot that needed a host or it would drain too much power. It infected te population and kept spreading but as resisters were they placed master computers in the cities to maintain order through hypnosis. Some were never infected but couldn't avoid the inevitable. He turned his head and flipped on the ground holding his gauss sniper rifle out and quickly took a shot that impaled one of the many's abdomen. Sparks flew and the cyborg fell to the ground, a futile effort for it writhed around trying to get back up. Still Keithan ran...

Kειthαn Rεενεs

As the plague drew closer he looked at his gauntlet, it read the numbers:
98/45/32

Meaning:
98 percent battery
45 yard radius
32 second EMP

He couldn't bare to use it without a ful charge for it would destroy the system. He hadn't keep running, skillfully he avoided the main group and cam across the all familiar trees. The only problem was due to the plague the beautiful orange they once were became a dull sickly blue. He clenched his teeth and turned to fire again to disable yet another cyborg, it clumped to the ground in a heap of flesh and metal only to stir back up to its feet. Keithan looked around and began running along the treelike fast enough that he didn't see the plague behind him. He didn't stop for he could still hear their buzzing and mehanical beeps.

((Sorry for shortness))

((Your keeping the outside structure the same right?))
Kειτhαn Rενεεs

Keithan felt something grasp his arm and felt like he was done for, as it pulled him into the trees he heard it speak, it wasn't a plague but a man... At least something simular to a man in many ways... Keithan sighed loudly trying to catch his breath, he was running for what felt like hours from those... Things.
"Who are you? Where are you taking me?"
He asked rather abruptly and slightly rude as he had just been pulled from the fight words like thank you never existed. He looked to where the man wet the saw what looked like a telephone booth. He looked in awe as the man stepped inside.
"They jammed phone signals, there's no hope in-"
He cut himself off as he stepped inside and saw the interior of what looked like a space craft.
"Whoa... What is this?"
He asked slowly and curiously.

((Haha true))

Kειτhαν Rεενεs

As he sat down on the seat he looked around at the marveling scene, a ship in a telephone booth. Who would know?
"This is amazing, but how is this even possible?"
He asked aloud, not sure if it were a thought or question he let it out anyways and looked to the man sitting in the chair. He unbuttoned his coat and put it on the seat along with his weapons. He looked around admiring the miracle machine that was all around. He then remembered of the plague and what could be.
"Damn I hate to burden you but what about the plague? They'll come on in any minute now!"
He exclaimed pretty rash and unmannered. It was unlike him but he was in a dire situation.

Kειτhαn Rεενεs

Keithan paused while the man explained, he was confused but understanding.
"The plague, cow do you not know of them this is the fourth year they have been among us..."
He sighed and decided to share his story, after all the man did save his life.
"The plague came as one robot from the stratosphere, it was deemed harmless until it craved for more fuel and energy and infected an elder, it continued reproducing and spreading until it enslaved most of us... Then they put some type of mind control on the town."
He said still panting from running.