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 Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 2:26 pm
★ The Basics Name : Max
Nickname(s) : None
Age : 499
Gender : Male
Sexual Orientation : Unknown
Race : Spiritus; Xenomorph-Kasha hybrid
Class :
Stage : 2
Theme/Type : Stealthy Acidic Melee
Color theme: Orange, Grey, White, Black
Abilities : (A brief description of what kind of magic, skills, or abilities your character will employ.)
Claws: His claw-like hands also double as pointed melee weapons.
Bites/Saliva/second mouth: He's got an extreme amount of power in his jaws, as well as the possibility of using his saliva as an acidic compound. His tongue is also an incredibly prehensile second mouth capable of piercing through bone and some thin metals.
Tail: It can be used as a blunt swinging object, or the sharp blade-like tip can be used to slash and stab things.
Feet: Similar to his hands, these are also used with his hands to help him cling to most surfaces, though disabling a leg or foot is also one of his biggest weaknesses as it takes away most of his ability to be stealthy.
Stealth: This ability is mainly used only in combat for short ambushes and surprise attacks on single targets. Rarely used to flee if he is in trouble.
Occupation : Professional Old man hobo
Favored Weapon/Item: His tail, or the 'Iron Fist' that is an armor enchancement for his claws.
Quote: You wouldn't hurt an old man, would you? இ Physical Description Eye Colour : Hazel
Hair Colour : Grey/silver
Hair Length and Style : Pony tail down to his waist, fashioned like his tail.
Skin Tone : Light grey/white
Body Build : Thin/lanky...He an old man...man.
Fashion : He's an old hobo, he has no fashion sense.
Extra : He has a bone-like visor covering his eyes.(similar to LeVar Burton from Star Trek: TNG.). The mark of the one eyed king is displayed over both eyes, which is why he wears a visor to try and cover them up. The Kasha half of him manifests in the cat ears he has atop his head, though they are on 'fire' instead of his tail; though the bladed tip of his tail is a fiery red in color instead of the usual Xenomorph black.
References Images :Xenomorph It's the xeno wiki page, cause that does better than my explanations.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 2:27 pm
History: Max began a good few hundred years under the one-eyed kings rule, A weapon employed to cause as much havoc as he could for the demented king. Using his own body a perfect weapon to help the king harvest as much power as he needed to reach his dream. Though over the many years under his rule Max had never really thought much about who he devoured and what he ruined, as the years began to dwindle and the conflicts slowly came to a slow building close with the creation of Anima and the 'final' battle between the king and living armor he recieved orders to hunt down a deserter of the king's legion, who abandoned the fight to do something he was not told of, as he wasn't too high up in the totem pole of superiority.
Max went to find the deserter, and found him enjoying a life he had not had the good fortune to know; a life of comfort and joy and warmth with not another spiritus, but a human. OH THE TABOO. So, curious as to this new development, max kept watch and learned more about this interesting way of life, until finally he had to fulfill his task and bring the deserter's head back on a stick, but the seed of curiosity and longing was now deeply sowed into his thoughts.
It was around this time that the nine hero's put the curse on Poena Privus and the riftwood and sealed whoever was left fighting and living there in a state of centuries long 'sleep'. It was during this time that Max was left with his thoughts in that sleep, dwelling on that sense of envy for a simpler, less chaotic type of life where he didn't have to fear for his life whenever he went 'hunting'. As time went on his body continued to age along with that mind of his, the need for an easier way to survive, and a want of that joy continued to spread through out, conflicting with his bloodthirsty nature and need to do what his king wished.
In the end that silly envy of his won out as the centuries past and he awoke from that long slumber. Though along with that envy and need, the 'voice' of his ancient king had also returned, though mere whispers in his mind. The old man now wanders the realm in search of something or someone to help fulfill his new desire of a simplistic life and to survive in this new world. Hopefully thinking that along with the passage of time, the deep hate most had for the Demon King's legion wasn't as deadly as in the past, especially for one who changed his state of mind.
Plots: Anything specific you'd like to have happen or experience with your character. (Optional.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 3:42 pm
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