Combatant876

A warrior of nondescript demeanour. His ragged clothes are certainly no representation of the abilities possessed by this unassuming fellow.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Lord Saladin

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

A man lacking in any finesse, or stylish grandeur often expected of those who fight for honour, money, death or simply renown; Combatant876 is perhaps the perfect countertype of a warrior.

With clothes that once were grey heaving over his lithe, strong body loosely, their thinness and dirt suggests long-time wear and tear. The holes that perforate both the sleeveless T-shirt and loose trousers - both made of rough cotton - reveal a well-toned body.

A perfectly smooth head, also dirty, plays an interesting reflection to bare feet. Standing at only five foot six inches tall, Combatant876 is hardly a threatening appearing man.

Personality

One of scant words, he tends not to present any external demonstration of emotion. He is, however, a stalwart individual: not one to give in regardless of the odds.

Seemingly without allegiance, he certainly is quite the mystery.

Equipment

Mostly none, though he has occasionally been seen with a sword or hand-gun. In truth, however, anything he picks up can be used as a weapon in some way or other.

History

A man lost within a history that plays an absent melody of reason and purpose, Combatant876 remembers very little before he awoke in the lab.

The lab was a secret project of some government or major corporation of indeterminate nature, and as his name suggests, he was the 876th subject - a near complete success. Except, of course, the most fatal of flaws; his creators could not control him. Upon escaping, it became clearly evident that he was not the same as most other men.

His mastery of Martial Arts was one most had never seen, and he somehow had developed command over fire and the currents of air that permeated the atmosphere. Proficiency was most attuned to the air, and when controling fire, Combatant876 still occasionally set himself alight.

Reflexes and bodily movement are perhaps his most noticeable attribute: He reacts with near inhuman speed and moves with the grace of a cat.

A strange individual with no history, but a definite story to tell.

Combatant876's Story

# Out Of Character (OOC), 2009-08-18 13:33:54, as a chat transcript.
(23:33:15) XII: ((me lol, ill send you the post, me copied and pasted it 'cause i is smart)) <-- Is it bad that I loled?

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:14:37, as written by Guest
Combatant876 walks into the church, knowing that a wedding would soon be starting. He's always enjoyed that moment of true love being expressed in a vow to spend life together.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:15:54, as written by Guest
Combatant876 sits down upon a pew, and takes into his hand a Holy Bible, and begins to read it, his attention wholly upon the teachings of God. He hums a happy tune: A derivative of the Wedding March.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:16:20, as a chat transcript.
((Is there actually a wedding in here, or have I been lied to?))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:17:02, as a chat transcript.
((ETA on the ceremony?))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:18:14, as written by Guest
Combatant876 looks behind him at the other man, and smiles warmly. "I love weddings, don't you?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:20:34, as written by Guest
Combatant876 looks at Matthew, "Survivor. You know that. How are you, old man?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:20:52, as a chat transcript.
((When's the wedding due to start?))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:21:42, as a chat transcript.
((Where's all the ceremony stuff and what not?))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:25:48, as written by Guest
Combatant876 leans forward, grinning with anticipation, his eyes drifting to the weapons on the priestess' back, nothing them to be ornamental only.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:26:06, as a chat transcript.
(*noting)

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:28:40, as written by Guest
Combatant876 looks to Matthew, and shakes his head, still smiling, "Come on, it'll be beautiful. And when things gets started, you know you'll enjoy it."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:32:18, as written by Guest
Combatant876 would laugh lightly, hoping that the service would begin already. "Oh, it'll be a real blast." He leant back, and lifted his shirt a little, revealing the leather of a holster. He then turned his eyes back to the Bible, reading the story of Job. "I've always liked Job, haven't you?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:35:59, as written by Guest
Combatant876 smiles as he hears about cake. Despite appearances, the man had quite the sweet tooth.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:38:23, as written by Guest
Combatant876 tilts the Bible a little, allowing Matthew to take a closer look. "It documents the teachings of God, and a history of ancient peoples. Quite interesting really... This section, the Book of Job, tells of a man who has everything taken from him and must endure countless trouble. It is a test of his faith. He passes, of course."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:40:54, as written by Guest
Combatant876 grabs Eylin before she reaches the bar, "Hey, good lookin'! There's a wedding to be had. Come sit with me and my friend." Signals to Matthew being his friend.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:43:20, as written by Guest
Combatant876 wraps his arm around the girl, and smiles, leaning in to talk quietly into her ear. "I just love weddings." He then turns to Matthew, "Meet Eylin. A friend of mine."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:46:15, as written by Guest
Combatant876 looks over to the priestess, and raising his head a little, speaks loudly, "When is the service going to start?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:53:32, as written by Guest
Combatant876 turns again to Eylin, pulling her in with his arm, "They're exceptionally lucky today." He looks at Matthew and grins.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-30 16:58:26, as a chat transcript.
((Fianna == Female, right?))