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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:31 pm
All characters posted in this thread are exclusive property of -Clad In Midnight U P D A T E S:
• January 16th - RPC Alhazred Alorrei added
• January 16th - Voice added to Alhazred Alorrei
• January 19th - Alhazred Alorrei's theme song changed from Metallica's Master of Puppets to Korpiklaani's Pine Woods
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:32 pm
"It's not supposed to feel pleasant, I'm dissecting you. Now, kindly shut the hell up and lay still." Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ ● ● ● Ｉ Ｎ Ｆ Ｏ Ｒ Ｍ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ ＮXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ► ► ► G a i a - N a m e: ● Clad In Midnight C h a r a c t e r - N a m e: ● Alhazred Alorrei A g e: ● Twenty-five R a c e: ● Arkanian G e n d e r: ● Definitively male O c c u p a t i o n: ● Practitioner of Sciences A l i g n m e n t: ● Alhazred tends to be far too enveloped within his projects to be concerned with the politics of being on one side or the other of the moral spectrum. He merely acquiesces to the whim of his mistress, Darth Ursa, regardless of what path her wishes may take. F a c t i o n: ● H o m e - W o r l d: ● Coruscant V o i c e:● Greg Graffin - Bad Religion - New Dark Ages Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ● ● ● Ｉ Ｎ Ｆ Ｏ Ｒ Ｍ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ ＮXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ► ► ► H e i g h t: ● 6'1" W e i g h t: ● 183 lbs H a i r - C o l o r: ● White E y e - C o l o r: ● Amber S p e c i a l - M a r k i n g s: ● Alhazred's retina color are atypical for his race. His father, a pure Arkanian with eyes of haunting white, bred with a woman of another species. Of what origin the woman descended, Alhazred never quite fully ascertained due to his glowing coals for eyes, and to his knowledge, no race could produce such a bizarre eye color. He also retains his father's Arkanian hands: four clawed digits, one of them opposable and thumb-like. He also has four large numbers tattooed beneath his left eye, arguably his trademark feature. C l o t h i n g: ● Whether inside the laboratory, outside in the sun, rain, sleet, sand, or snow, or even in space, the doctor can be seen sporting a trench coat-esque lab coat. Black in color, and naturally stylish in nature, Alhazred's lab coat itself is inlaid with his own custom armorweave technology, while inside the coat there are overlapping, almost scale like patterns of beskar, or Mandalorian iron embedded into the coat. This combination enables the good doctor to take repeated hits from blasters of various calibers, and even sustain several slashes from a lightsaber. Beneath the lab coat lays a similar armorweave component disguised as a mesh shirt. Dr. Alorrei also frequents wearing crushgaunts featured as average gloves, as he appraises them for their subtle, dark fashion. Upon his forearms, he wears gauntlets of pure cortosis that are well hidden beneath his sleeves. :: Visual Representation :: Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ ● ● ● Ｉ Ｎ Ｆ Ｏ Ｒ Ｍ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ ＮXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ► ► ► P e r s o n a l i t y: ● Erudite, derisive, conceited, and condescending. These are all words that describe Alhazred Alorrei, a devious mind of incomprehensible proportions. Alhazred takes after the Arkanian custom of viewing all other races as inferior. An attitude befitting of his astuteness in all arts of scientific, medicinal, physical, and otherwise mentionable fields known. Being as highbrow as he is, Alhazred vehemently despises all types of social occasions. This is not to say that he is not learned or cultured, in fact that would be a complete falsehood. Even with his predisposition towards having to deal with people, Alhazred can be counted amongst one of those with the highest social acumen. "Just because an individual shows no interest in something, or even finds the act quite blatantly disgusting does not mean it warrants ignorance," the doctor reasons. Dr. Alorrei acts quite differently whilst enthralled with his works, however. He smiles, laughs even, as he tinkers, experiments, and modifies. He rattles off to himself, hops about the laboratory with a gait akin to that of a brainless schoolgirl, and overall has an eerie compassion for the crafts in which he specializes. C u s t o m - T e c h n i q u e s: ● Uncanny Precision - Alhazred's medical expertise keeps his knowledge of all of the galaxy's inhabitants frighteningly keen. This enables him to discern within an instant the vital points of any race, and how to best pierce, sever, or otherwise obliterate said vital point. Dr. Alorrei is also acutely aware of his own sadistic nature, so he naturally keeps it in his mind how to inflict the most amount of pain to a subject, and where to prod physically and mentally in order to force someone to adhere to his will.
● Death, PhD - Simply put, Dr. Alorrei is no pushover. While raised on Coruscant, Alhazred's father had the forethought to train his young son in the arts of combat, both ranged and hand-to-hand. However, the old Arkanian's knowledge was scarce, and soon he found an apt replacement: a Mandalorian mercenary. Alhazred was soon after explicitly trained and drilled with proper firearms conduct, and martial knowledge of extreme proportions. Even with his maturing, Alhazred blatantly detested the idea of forgoing his training with his Mandalorian mentor for studious activities. This is not to say that he wasn't strapped to a rigorous educational regimen. To this day, as a constituent of the Sith's largest academies, he remains exemplary in all aspects of combat. R a c i a l - S k i l l s/A b i l i t i e s: ● Infrared Vision - Due to the frigid climate of Arkania, infrared vision was an extremely beneficial asset to the Arkanian's, as it allowed them to locate other heat sources through the dire cold and snowblinds. Alhazred retains this ability as well as any of his ancestors. This trait also, however, makes his eyes incredibly sensitive to younger suns, forcing him to wear blinders. W e a p o n (s): ● Modular Arm Blades - Alhazred prefers the rush of face-to-face skirmishes over the droll back and forth strategies of firefights. Within the gauntlets of cortosis he has clad over his forearms, two straight, razor-edged, pointless blades lie in wait. With a touch of one of the sensory nodes on his palm, he can eject the blades two feet outwards in a blink. These blades can also sprout from his elbows in the same manner, allowing for swift and quick dispatch of enemies.
● Crushgaunts - Developed by the Mandalorians, the armored gloves use a reactive fabric that exponentially enhances the natural hand-arm strength of its wearer. Its name was earned from the wearer's new ability to crush bone, metal, or any other material with relative ease. Made of micronized Mandalorian iron, a crushgaunt was difficult to damage or destroy. Crushgaunts were used to collapse throats, crush skulls, and shatter bones. Also, due to the unique properties of the beskar, the user of a crushgaunt could easily catch and hold a lightsaber blade in his grasp, or summarily block an opponents blade.
● Purgatory & Perdition - Essentially remodeled slugthrowers, Purgatory and Perdition are two high caliber handguns that can chamber a number of custom rounds. Primitive as they were in design, it did not mitigate their effectiveness in live fire exercises. Alhazred prefers the ballistic realism of slugthrowers over the physics defying blaster bolts of standard firearms, and he constructed his own weapons accordingly. The two six chamber slugthrowers are .50 caliber, and have been purposed to crack and even pierce through the most refined durasteel armors with the aid of armor piercing rounds. A c c e s s o r i e (s): ● All of Alhazred's weapons are on his person whether he travels outside, or works within his lab, and are always within easy reach when asleep. While in the rays of younger, and most importantly, more brighter suns than what he is accustomed to with his infrared sight, Alhazred has crafted unique blinders that adjust his vision according to the intensity of the UV rays, heat, and overall amount of light the sun produces. These blinders are essentially lenses that fall directly over his eyes, and are also a carefully crafted interface that shares a neural link with the doctor. While the blinders are over his eyes, he can choose to have a heads-up-display present. He can manipulate the artifacts of the HUD with his hands, as the electronic interface extends into his crushgaunts. He can type, zoom and un-zoom pictures, and do just about what ever else he had programmed the ARI (Added Reality Interface) blinders to do.
:: For reference on the Modular Arm Blades, the ARI blinders' appearance, as well as a better look at Alhazred's attire . P.S. watch in HD :3 :: ● ● ● Ｂ Ｉ Ｏ ● ● ● XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ► ► ► ● Alhazred was the product of fornication between an Arkanian, and a celestial-hive-minded-entity knows what else. After being birthed, Alhazred was told by his father that he had already lived on Coruscant for several years. He could find no inconsistencies in his father's story as his life progressed and his initial suspicions were groundless, so he let his mind be at ease. From an extremely young age, Alhazred was buffeted with information through his data pad that he inherited from his father. Most of it was a part of his father's educational regimen, however Alhazred spent hours at a time reading away on miscellaneous subjects that his father had no interest in teaching his son. The education focused primarily on genetic manipulation, but Alhazred was an ambitious youth, and chose to pursue almost all known fields of science as the years progressed.
An evening had flown by as Alhazred was studying the anatomical differences between humans and near-humans, what races were born with dextrocardia, and where all the vital organs, arteries, and nerve networks were interspersed throughout the system. His data pad in hand, Alhazred had walked into the common area of his house as he was searching for something to ingest, other than knowledge. His father stumbled through the door of their high rise not a moment later, riddled with bruises, scratches, and scrapes of varying degrees, and a broken nose. The man was bloody, but unbeaten as he sauntered into his home with a smug smile. Alhazred's father had been mugged. Nearly. On his time on Arkania, he was an experienced tundra trekker, and knew how to defend himself quite well, as the three who had attempted to rob him of his possessions had found out. He dispatched them all with non-lethal means, a few broken bones and minor internal bleeding, but not before he suffered a thrashing of his own. It was from this day that Alhazred's father spontaneously began training his son in the art of war.
Being a diminutive 13 year old at the time, Alhazred was fully able to ascertain his father's rather mediocre lessons. The old man knew quite a bit, but not nearly enough. Two years passed, and Alhazred was able to best his father in a sparring match nine out of ten times. His father was troubled still, however. Sure he could take on one clumsy old man in a controlled environment, but how would he fare in real life situations against almost impossible odds? Alhazred was reading his data pad yet again in the common area as his father entered their abode with a stranger in tow. She was a tall, muscled woman who carried an air or impersonality about her. A Mandalorian, his father had said she was. One of the best warriors money could buy.
The Mandalorian woman started their first sparring session by breaking Alhazred's femur and radius with a staff, then delivered a near-fatal blow to the back of his skull, leaving him an unconscious heap on his home's floor. Alhazred's father knew what he had gotten his son into, and was explicitly warned by the Mandalorian woman to not interfere or face the consequence of his deposit being forfeit. Alhazred awoke an hour later in agony, but worked his way to his feet nonetheless to glare the Mandalorian in the face with indignance. She smirked at him and delivered her first lesson: if you wish to fight like a Mandalorian, forsake all of what you know about pain.
The next several years passed with almost endless beatings and rigorous lessons. When Alhazred's mentor wasn't striking him across the face with weapons, or breaking bones, she was spouting how much she was displeased with his form, or how much he disgusted her as he cradled a shattered limb. She did not remain this way, however. As Alhazred breached his years of adulthood, the Mandalorian woman became almost compassionate, but her lessons remained as difficult and physically rigorous as she initially intended. Alhazred was able to win one fair duel out of three, and actively showed improvement in all areas of combat. He no longer strained in quiet agony when one of his bones was broken, or even when a compound fracture pushed through his skin. He held an iron will and did not cease to fight until it was impossible to move without the risk of serious injury.
After a three hour long spar with the Mandalorian, they two mutually agreed to stop for the day. The woman was secretly impressed with his ability to keep up with her own skill, as he managed to reciprocate almost every blow she delivered. They both sustained minimal injury, at that. The Mandalorian volunteered to take her student out for an evening of drinks to which he reluctantly accepted. They blew the night away with what seemed a waterfall of spirits and overall good cheer. Alhazred awoke in his bed the next morning with dull ache under his left eye. He had first thought that he and his mentor had resumed their spar at some point during the night, and she had managed a blow right to his face, but it was more of a needle like pain than it was a throb of a blow. He scouted his room with placid eyes for several moments before he noticed the lithe, naked figure of a woman at his side.
He jumped to the conclusion that his mentor had bought him a prostitute in the hype of all the festivities of the previous night, and he shook the form's shoulder. He was astounded to see a familiar female face gaze up at him under a veil of hair. "That tattoo looks better on you in the daylight," she said drearily. Still half-shocked from what he was seeing, he looked at a mirror he kept at a bedside table. He tilted his face until he distinguished four large numbers falling askance down his face. "What is this?" he inquired, touching the markings tentatively. The Mandalorian coiled around him and whispered in his ear, "That's my callsign. From now on, I own your a**, kid." Alhazred has never once considered getting the tattoo removed.
Eventually the Mandalorian woman disclosed that she had nothing more to teach her student, and left, though she infrequently pays visits to her brightest pupil. Alhazred was twenty-two at the time, and his ravenous hunger for knowledge had not been close to sated. Yes, he knew how to quite adequately defend himself physically, but his mind was still ripe, and he wished to expand the domain that was his mind. He resumed his knowledge scavenging. Everything ranging from multi-thousand page encyclopedias to pamphlets and foot notes scrawled by unheard of scientists and doctors filled his data pad. He passed three years like this, never once leaving his data pad down long enough for him to lose his place.
Alhazred's vehement studying did not go unnoticed. He captured the eye of many companies and conglomerates that were seeking a young individual such as himself to assist in their R&D departments. Alhazred absentmindedly declined all offers from the galactic powerhouses until he received quite an unusual invitation. Akadeemia, a Sith university of sorts, had invited him to be the sole head of their scientific development branch. The climate of Abyssissa intrigued him, as it resembled what Arkania, his race's home planet, should have been. He payed no mind to the fact that the institution was run and controlled exclusively by the Sith, he merely saw an opportunity to put all of his scientific assessments and patents to use.
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