Alright then...wait, there's a character section? Ah, screw it, I'll go looking around, and I will update the things you asked me to. Should be done or well in progress by the time you read this...

I'm working on a char and I'm not the captain,I'm leaving him as an NPC

Rincewind, have you been working on a character? I figure you'll be making the captain? and a suggestion to those who create profiles, add bolds

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to the subject matter, easier on the eyes for reading and it looks nice.

You should just copy paste it into the character section and I'm going to need some more background on your race.By birth date I meant month and day

Hope this is where we post characters. Hope you like it, it was really fun filling out the char sheet :D



Alias: Reaper
Age: 17
Birth date: ? (You never told us the date...)
Hometown: Dragga, Riharia
Belief/Religion: Atheist
Titles/Honorifics: Nicknamed Agile, Volo (Latin for velocity), Flash, and 'Where the hell did he-*dies with a slit throat* ...you get the picture...
Hobby: Video games
Gender: Male
Class: Assassin specializing in close combat skills.
Sub-Class: Hacking. Has modified his gloves for...oh just look down at equipment/weapon.
Strengths: Fighting, hacking, speed hacking, sneaking, epic reflexes.
Weaknesses: Can't hold back speed wise, isn't as strong as your standard soldier, either.
Height: 5ish
Weight: 100lbs, give or take ten-ish
Build: Short and lithe. Not boney, you can see his muscles.
Hair: Wild brown, about six inches long
Eyes: Thin and silver
Skin: Tanned, islander tone. Is mistaken for Latino.
Handedness: Ambidexterous
Scars: Large scar over right eye, though no damage to the eye, running from just under his hairline to just beside his mouth. Hides with hair, most of the time.
Tattoos: Chinese symbol 'Luck' on right shoulder blade, 'Reaper' over his eye, running the line of his scar up, 'Letum' on both wrists, covered by bands, and a black tear under his left eye normally covered by a bandaid or something.
Basic Description: This kid is low to the ground, fast, and hard to catch even if you have twenty arms. When people who've fought him before see him coming, they hide or run, then realize running is stupid and hide.

Disabilities: Hates overkill smells. His nose is oversensetive, so this really hurts him.

Primary Outfit: Urban/Arctic camo combat jeans with all the extra pockets, fingerless gloves (weapon. Yes he carries them everywhere), black muscle shirt, trail running shoes, and a jacket the same design as his pants if it's cold. Also, a bandana over his scar/tattoo in that area.

Most Prized Possession (Material Value): Gloves. They rock, man.
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value): The white bandana his sis gave him for his fifth birthday.

Likes: Violence, video games, free running, fighting, sleeping, tomboyish girls (There's no better girl for ya than the one that just beat the hell out of you)
Dislikes: Snobs, bitchy women, girly girls, pushy gay guys (only when he knows and they get too close to him, otherwise he's got a few gay friends) and bad smells. Perfume counts, trust me, when you get close enough, you can smell enough of the chemical content to alchemy some up...ew...
Goals: Get money, get a girl, go live somewhere where they can't get killed or arrested, call it a damn day and hit the bedroom hard.
Life's Ambition ( Single greatest goal ): Become the greatest fighter in the universe. Kidish, I know, but a kid can dream...
Fears: Again, bad smells. Also gets skiddish around rope, because being tied up is terrifying for him.
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear): Being completely helpless in the presence of any enemy...or anyone at all, for that matter.
Least Outspoken About: Politics. Too much to piss him off.
Most Outspoken About: Girls with guns...nuff said.
Vernacular: Riharian (Set of rapidfire gutteral noises, sounds like a thousand machine guns going off. No writen language)
Mannerisms: (You mean style?) Lazy.
Psychological Condition: Depends. Set him at home with some cannabis, he's there for days just laughing and chilling. Set him in a battlefield with any form of weapon, yeah, like Freddy, Jason, Hannibal, Jack the ripper, Wolfman, AND everything (human badass/alien/predator/predalien) from AVP on a caffine high.
Aptitudes: Ability to think in any form of thought...basically, the most unstable thought process in existance.
Superstitions: Quote, "Humans are idiots, Riharians are fight happy jackasses on a constant adrenalin high, and I'm the only dude in the universe with the right mind and enough weed not to care. Happy?"
Morals: Quote, "Morals? What's that? Hang on, need Google...'a system of conduct and ethnics that are...virtou...virtui...oh, virtuitous...nope, got nothing there. I get a job, I do the job. It can be mass murder or saving the kid Lassie saw down the well, it don't really matter to me 'long as I get paid."
Positive Characteristics: Cuts through the bullshit so fast con men can't work him at all. Will throw himself into a bunker full of enemy soldiers to save a teammate, though only if he needs them.
Negative Characteristics: Selfish, berserk in combat to an extent, brash.
Relationships: None.
Family: None living.
Relatives: None living.
Friends: Gets along with whoever he's forced to work with for a while, but never keeps in contact.
Social Pressures/Problems: Quote, "Screw presure, I got this plant with a special drug in it called 'Fuck it...'"
Other Pressures/Problems: See above.
General Public Behavior: Minds his business unless he sees a girl being assaulted, in which case he will kill someone. Otherwise, a little secluded, though within normal levels.
Favorite Sayings: Quote, "Give me a gun, a name, and a debatable price, and I'll bring you a dead man."
General Philosophy: Quote, "Life begins, life ends, I'm just one side of that cycle. I'm also the more feared side."


Weapon Name: Impact Gloves
Function: Many, actually. They can fasthack into a system, overcharge it to fry it, zap someone out, shock them into death, or explode with electrical and air pressure hard enough to bend steel on impact. They connect with the nanobots in the user's palm and work off of them.
Description: Just a set of fingerless gloves that look like they have a little too much paddingon the palms.
Item Value: Experimental, no set value.

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