Description
Appearance: Wimbleton is unbelievably tall, 7'0 to be exact, and he towers above many others. He might look slim, but he is strong. 60% of his body is enhanced and covered with mechanical equipment, giving him a total weight of 400 pounds to lug around, but the enhancement makes up for it greatly. He has a black shirt and pants to stretch over the mechanical equipment. Over that, he has a pitch black trench coat that is held closed by a silver-clasped belt.
He has Knee-high black boots that clunk loudly on a hard floor, and metallic gloves that are strong enough to deflect swords and minor magic. His head is completely covered with a black mask just like his coat, and his eyes are covered with Black-rimmed red goggles.
These goggles can zoom in or out, register Speed and Power to any life form, and they give him incredible aim from their targeting system. He cannot see without these goggles. His coat also has a weaved in sheath that is completely vertical in the back, where his katana stays.
Weapons: Wimbleton has a long, 5 feet Katana, with a dark grey blade and black hilt, no guard. On the blade's blunt side, there are engravings in Gnomish that say 'Weapon of Destruction'. This sword is heavier than it looks, weighing a total of 45 pounds. He got this while trying to break out of the cave the Gnomes dragged him in to work on him.
Personality
Wimbleton already had a short-fuse to begin with, starting a fight in bars before he was changed every single night. But since the operation, he's had a long-going grudge against all Gnomes, and he kills any that he sees. He has no remorse, regret, or sadness for killing anything, and if paid enough, he would destroy and kill entire cities. He is considered dangerous.
Equipment
See Appearance.
History
Wimbleton got money to stay alive on before the change by doing minor assasination jobs. One day when he was traveling to a different village to take care of some dwarf, he was knocked out in the middle of the road, and the next thing he knew, he was in a dark cave with gnomes and technical equipment around him, and his eyes were being taken out and he was bleeding and aching all over, and this night gave him nightmares for a long time, even to present day whenever he actually sleeps.
When he was put back where he was when he was kidnapped, he hurt all over, he felt like his muscles were gone, and he had mechanical equipment wired into him. But.. He felt great. It enhanced him, and he mysteriously got a teleportation ability to go with it. He went to large kingdoms or cities, and did bigger assasination jobs, and lived good. But now he roams around the world, looking for challenges to actually test his strength and speed.
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."