Description
Name: Syno
Age: Unknown
Race: Kinecian
Rank: Catalyst
Specialty: Security. Transporting. Infiltration. Assassination. Recovery. War.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 166lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Heterochromia (Left eye - Blue, Right eye - White)
Build: Athletic, lean.
Scar(s): None.
Tattoo(s): Sigil of Vyxhion on the backside of each forearm, just below the elbow.
Jewelry: Wears a platinum ring on each index finger, both of which serve no known purpose by any outside sources. Wears a necklace with a charm that is a modified gravity core.
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Personality
Socially, he's very carefree and fun-loving.
He finds it hard to really hate anyone, yet he is very easy to rattle and he will fight for almost no reason whatsoever if he is in a bad mood that day. If he's in a moderately good mood, Syno can be almost impossible to upset. Being as indifferent and uncaring as he is, he truly values his personal time, away from the busy life he's been provided. As far as bullies go, however, he will sacrifice his private time to beat the skull in of someone who feels the need to harass the weak.
He's not a very romantic man. Being as blunt as he is, girls tend to not flock to him all that much. He's really not the type to flatter someone who does not deserve flattery, no matter how beautiful they are. He tends to stick to grounded people, who don't have their heads in the clouds, as these are the people he best relates to. He does NOT pick up on flirting, so when a female does approach him in a flirty manner, he's usually completely unaware of it, all the way up to physical contact. Provided the type of society he hails from, a lot of physical contact between opposing genders is not entirely uncommon, seeing as they're bred and raised like chickens, by the thousands.
When it comes to his work he is extremely diligent. If he is hired for an assassination, he's so thorough, that he will provide pieces of the victim to the employer, to verify his success. Failure is simply not an option. Should one ever seek his employment, all they'd have to do is approach him and discuss the option. He's not discrete, not is he shy about what he does or has done.
Due to the Militarized society he was created into, Syno has a very militaristic approach to life and daily activities, right down to bathing. He CAN relax, but rarely does, outside of being dismissive and uninvolved. He rarely sleeps because of this.
To someone of his people or his own world, he'd be easily recognized. His unique rank in his world's Military made him an icon for young warriors around the planet.
Known as the 'Catalyst', Syno is revered for his capacity to both start and end wars. He was given this rank after the Okisphere War, a war that raged on for several centuries due to the immense magical and energy-based power of the Oki Nation. Syno was summoned as a host-body for one of the Legendary Elementalists, Vyxhion. After thirteen days of travel, Syno, hosting Vyxhion, finally reached the area of battle. Before he could even begin to act aggressively, he was ambushed by a considerably potent Oki-hired sect of magic users, who in turn forced Vyxhion from the body of Syno. After being forced out though, due to the indiscriminate and violent nature of his removal, Vyxhion branded Syno with two elemental sigils on the backsides of his forearms, beneath his elbows. This in turn, made Syno a type of Avatar, though not restricted by the guidance or will of his 'Master'. The war was ended three days later, several million dead, eleven survivors. Syno being one.
Equipment
Innate Abilities: Gyromancy. Telekinesis. Telepathy. Element Absorbtion. Aeromancy. Regeneration.
Innate Attacks:
((Shotgun)) Manipulating bands of air around the length of his forearm, he can use it like a makeshift rail gun, by starting a small projectile at his elbow, and letting the current of the bands of wind force the projectile towards his fist, where a small gravity swell shoots the projectile upon contact, enabling Syno to fire small objects at excessive rates of speed.
((Bender)) Using the charm he wears on his necklace, which is a modified gravity core, he can focus immense pressure in and on himself, forcing the atmosphere around himself to seem as if bending or warping. Once this stage of the process is done, he can move freely at typically unreachable speeds.
((Assassin Shot)) Forms a small, extremely dense, ball of gravity at the end of any chosen finger, and fires it similar to a pistol. Upon impact, depending on how long he focuses on the shot, the result could be catastrophic on a smaller scale, such as exploding a head, or completely shredding a person's entire torso.
Power Attacks:
((Vision)) Syno, using the ghastly white eye of his, can see through a myriad of energies and see exactly what he wishes to see. He can see through armor and pin-point the location of a vital organ on an opponent, in order to strike more truly. However, most cases where he uses this unique ability, he's seeing through and analyzing an opponent's movement, able to tell when any individual muscle in their physique reacts before another, allowing him to oftentimes counter many attacks that some would be unable to react to accordingly.
((Piler)) Focusing any channel of wind to the palm of his chosen hand, Syno can begin to layer his two chosen elements over one another, creating a very dense, oftentimes impassible field between himself and any opposition. The size and shape of this field relies on what he's currently applying it to. As well as being a defensive maneuver, he can also apply it offensively, using it to smash opponents to bits if they're pinned between something else hard enough to sustain the blow.
((Grinder)) Focuses immense amounts of condensed air or condensed gravity to all four limbs. Upon striking a foe, the result could be a sudden burst of pressure which, depending on the element, could either send the victim flying a good distance, or completely remove a part of the victim.
History
Coming soon.
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."
