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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:36 pm
[Image to come soon] Designation: PeytonConstruction Number: 089Gender Imitate: FemaleManufactured in Factory: 11Organization: N/AManufacture Purpose: N/APersonality: Peyton is very light-hearted, generous, and rarely turns a blind eye to others. Many try to take advantage of her kind nature, but she knows how to spot the manipulators. She will make friends with just about anybody, and, if possible, try to help those with evil hearts loosen up and live a little. This often backfires, unfortunately. Although a Mimic, she has a firm belief she’s meant for something other than what she was initially programmed for, as defined by those before her. She just has to find out what, and will do anything to accomplish her goal.Bio: Peyton doesn’t remember a whole lot from her past, just that she came from a factory. Her lack of audio receptors is a constant reminder that she was a creation and not a creator. She also has vague memories of her objective she was programmed for, but doesn’t really put it as high priority, and usually lives her cybernetic life like an actual human.
When she first left said factory, she really didn’t know what to do, and often found herself in dangerous situations. She quickly learned of her speed ability thanks to these, as some kind of function or drive ignited whenever she was in battle. She used this after a bit of testing to conquer other trials set before her, learning how to use it effectively.
Sometimes when she least expects it, she experiences uncontrollable urges she mentally refers to as “overdrives”, in which she is unable to think on her own, with some strange protocol overriding her system that appears foreign yet familiar to her. She has semi-consciousness during the overrides, in which she vaguely remembers her actions, but during them has no control over her body. All she can do is wait until it’s over.
Though no one knows because she is unable to tell them, she believes she has a twin sister from the same factory she came from. This thought process was intentional, as her developer looked remarkably similar to her own appearance, and felt the Mimic should have a feeling of family and not loneliness. Erin constantly wonders how this person’s doing and if they’re safe.Special Treatment: Super Speed [The ability to move, run, fly, react, think, and sense at speeds much faster than a normal human]Drawbacks: Uncontrollably, she also has accelerated brain activity which allows her to process sensory information so fast that everything seems to be moving in slow motion while she moves at normal speed. Fortunately this only comes into effect if she uses her ability for extended periods. It also gives her headaches as she returns to the normal speed of the world, which last for quite some time, and she is unable to process certain kinds of information until it wears off.Primary Strategy: CombatSecondary Strategy: RangedLast Ditch: BladesSpeech Level Poor; the person in charge of her construction actually left out her voice chip – by accident, of course. She’s found ways around this, however, and will generate noises to reflect her mood or answer. She is still learning how to use this to actually speak.Theme Song: dj-Jo - PlanetariumExtra Crap: Like any girl, she is prone to fashion, and has made herself an alternate costume, so to speak, from any garments she has found in the wastes.Get To Know Me: She has strange marks on her face that resemble dents and scars, though no one is quite sure if they’re real or some kind of tattoo or facepaint.So I Must Mingle With Those...People
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:17 am
Reference PictureName: SwiftnifeAge: [DATA REDACTED]Gender: MaleHeight/Weight: [DATA UNAVAILABLE]Ethnicity: [DATA EXTRACTED]Country/City of Birth: [DATA EXPUNGED]Country/City of Residence: [DATA UNAVAILABLE]Organization: N/A [Former member of the C.E.C.]Profession: Mercenary [Former: Bodyguard]Personality: Swiftnife. Like his brother, was a courageous individual. But that's where the similarity's end. Unlike his sibling, Swift was a gruff loner who held a strong sense of Personal honor that more than often butted heads with his wild, animal-like savage nature. Or “berserker” rage that he continually fights to control. He is also perfectly at home out in the wastes and has earned quite the reputation as one of the most fearless, brave, and deadly senti in the world. Which has been stated by most organization leaders out there who know better then to cross him.
He has developed many close friendships in his life especially with his brother Tundra and ex-boss Darwin who he sees as the only few he actually trusts. He is also been known to be something of a father like figure to many. Bio: Like Tundra, Swiftnife's age is also unknown but he too, was alive before the impact. Serving the C.E.C. Out of concern for his sibling. Swiftnife avoided the spotlight. Letting Tundra take most of the glory they both had earned from the many battles and wars they had help win. But with the success came hardships, as the duo witnessed the pain they themselves where causing the land. A pain, they then dedicated their lives to sooth.
A dedication that would cost the loss of one.
Now, wrongly accused of his own brother's murder by the people. Swiftnife has exiled himself from the C.E.C. To pursue the truth on his own.
Supernatural: Vorpal sharpness manipulation [able to turn one's own body into a sharp object at will.][o] Subset 1: Heat infusion: able to increase temperature in order to flash melt through objects.Subset 2: Vibration Emission: able to channel high oscillation rates through body in order to amplify cutting power. Weapon: N/ATheme Song: Sick Puppies- Anywhere but hereExtra Crap: A unique Mask with only the right eye able to see and the other not present. When Swiftnife served as Bodyguard to the headmaster. This mask never left his face.Get To Know Me: He and his brother use to be known as the “Twin devils” back when they served the C.E.C. Do to both of them wearing a pair of masks who's only defining feature was which eye could see and which eye wasn't present.But What Am I To Do?
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:45 pm
Picture coming soonDesignation: ZuraiConstruction Number: 001Gender Imitate: MaleManufactured in Factory: 10Organization: Freak Striker Corps. Manufacture Purpose: BodyguardPersonality: Zurai is a difficult being to explain. On one side he is an individual who is dedicated to his work and talented at it indeed. But on another less common looked side, he is a complicated machine, fully aware that he is nothing more then a means to a very realistic end. Polite and speaks economically. Zurai, well fairly inexpressive, serves his purpose to the letter for he believes there is no life beyond it; because of this, he pity's his counterparts for they all share the same fate...Bio: Constructed as a new combat unit for the C.E.C. Along side four others. Zurai was Initially meant to protect the innocent lives of both Human's and Senti alike, unfortunately this objective never came to pass, for his creator had other plans.
Now, appointed captain to a secret unit dubbed the Freak Striker Corp, under the iron fist of a grief stricken widow out for revenge, he murders and mutilates those born different in a world made of monsters and nightmares.Special Treatment: Electrokinesis – ability to control, generate and/or absorb electricity.Drawbacks: Short circuit if hit with water. Can be insulated by air manipulation. Can be reflected. While being used, may cause problems for electronics. Can only be used for certain periods of time.Primary Strategy: CombatSecondary Strategy: RangedLast Ditch: BladesSpeech Level Proficient Theme Song: Army of the Pharaohs – Burn you alive - instrumentalExtra Crap: Zurai is usally armed with a custom pair of pistols dubbed Volt magnums that can harness his powers to increase their damage. Has a poem in one of his pants pocketsGet To Know Me: Zurai has a fondness for art, literature, poetry, music and especially chess.We Are Machines... We Know No Fear
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 5:49 pm
Picture coming soonName: Casdin “Bludd” Gallows Age: 30 Gender: Male Height/Weight: H: 6'2”/W: 159 lbs Ethnicity: Canadian Country/City of Birth: Swift Current, Saskatchewan Country/City of Residence: Anywhere Organization: N/A Profession: Engineer Personality: A loner by nature, Casdin doesn't take to company well and often likes to find his own way then be stuck following someone's direction. He discovered that thanks to the many jobs he took in the past. He likes his solitude since that's what he knows best and feels more people are just waiting to become actual dead weight and he doesn't need anymore corpses piling around him. Bio: For as long as Casdin has been alive, he has always had a thing for tinkering, from building his first rifle to repairing complex old world machinery, the man in short was someone who saw two different puzzle pieces which never could go together and made them go together. It was thanks to this little hobby of his that he found several jobs both in and around the C.E.C. But those jobs quickly became nothing but that, jobs, which eventually led him to taking his chances out in the wastes. No one really knows where or how he survives alone beyond any reach of civilization, but one thing is for certain, he hates being tied down and is a menace when backed into a corner. Whether you be a fellow human, mutant or Senti watch your back cause Bludd could be watching. Trusty Tools:- Machete: Crafted personally by himself, this handy tool has yet to let him down and is the weapon that gained him his nickname: Bludd. Theme Song: song coming soon. Extra Crap: he wears a horned full faced helmet with attached hood that leaves everything to the imagination about his actual face. Apparently the helmet has a long lost history or so he has heard. Get To Know Me: He enjoys telling stories. I walk alone
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