Age:20
race: wolf
magic
sad rather competent at) fire,ice
occupation: Exiled Warlord,bounty hunter
sexuality: straight
height 6' 10"
weight 170 lb
sword:adamant long sword forged from the very fires of his home planet.Stars and moons were etched into the blade, by the heat of the earth
Apperence:
(new pic of me in a weskers origional S.T.A.R.S. uniform )
Vexer has a athletic shape, covered in tan fur with tiger like stripes along his muscular arms and legs. Cream colored fur runs along his chest and inner thighs, hands with claws instead of nails. Has a long tail, about four feet in length. Deep purple eyes and medium length hair that’s always seen spikes up, which is a deep shade of purple.Often seen with a glowing blue flame floating about his person,mastering witch fire took him only a few days
Personality- Vexer is kind and caring to the people he is most close to. Often reckless when it comes to saving others in danger, and end up being needed to be saved. He never backs down from a friend in need, no mater what he must do to help them. He would give his very life if he had to. To strangers he is cold and heartless always calculating on the best way to kill someone. Though he finds it hard to stay with one person he is no friend to one night stands,his restless soul drives him from person to person in hopes to find th right one,the one who can sooth his wild soul.
Background- Vexer is from a alternate dimension,similar to earth in the age of the Aztecs. But unlike the Earths Aztecs,the technology surpasses beyond imagining. Sadly most of it was developed for war,as the planet was full of jungles and plains perfect for the art of war.Growing up in a war tribe vexer learned the art of combat, sword wielding as well as the art of using guns.
After a long story, its in the past now, lets worry about the now.
After two months of living in the strange world he soon learned that his knowledge was a double edge sword, lead by the wrong people he could lead the end of all that is known recreating a never ending war, a explosion of weapons far more advanced then anyone capable of wielding. In the wright hands the world would go for a better future.
Vexer choose neither, he refused the worlds governments offers and joined a Special Tactical Assault and Research Squadron, S.T.AR.S. ((i know its not what the REAL s.t.r.a.s is but its a different organization)
Dealing with anything vaguely superstitious/supernatural ,undead, and people who cross the moral boundary,a line often too thin to define. For vexer he seeks solutions by any mean possible, legal and illegal. One blood soaked interrogation to find out a lead, is one better then a clean sweep and finding nothing
"there is no such thing as immortality, its all a matter of finding out how to kill it.Unfortunately some don't live long enough to make that discovery"
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