Aged nineteen, standing at six feet, he usually wears a black Deadmau5 tee shirt and matching dress pants. His robot arms match the shirt and trousers, making the only things that aren't black is his pale face, dark brown hair, and his white shoes over white socks.
His arms can shift into a multitude of tools and weapons, but if he was serious about combat, he'd use his magnum opus creation instead.
His vehicle, codenamed "Jurisdiction" or "Juri" for short, can switch between an exoskeletal suit and a sweet-ass motorcycle- which could resemble Vectorman in his first game when he gets the Buggy power-up... That's probably the most obscure description you could get.
Regardless, he's got a sweet ride, so who's going to complain?
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Yoral Kovacs
Adam Jensen knockoff. robot arms and stuff nobody cares. I'll edit this if I wanna.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by HolyJunkie
Description
Personality
He's a friendly guy, always trying to make people laugh. He does have a bit of a weakness towards certain parts of women... Yeah... He's had a strangely nice upbringing.
Despite his deep-down desire for gals, he's just a guy who's having a good life.
Equipment
His robotic arms have had many different tools and weapons installed over the years. His main weapon is an arm cannon he could use on both arms. The arm cannon itself can also be transformed into dual chainguns.
He prefers using Jurisdiction- which commonly has an incredibly powerful Auto-Turret powered by an artificial intelligence based off of Yoral's own mind- which means if he determines a target by himself, the AI will think the same.
History
At the age of 7, Yoral lost his arms to an IED from his hometown- in a world where sh*t goes down almost 24/7. He's picked up by a group of scientists, since his parents met similar, yet more fatal fates. The scientists build Yoral some robot arms and send him off to live with the robot arms... FOR RESEARCH, AND SCIENCE.
By the time he turned 18, the scientists had all of the research they needed, so they could develop more efficient prosthetic limb replacements for other people. As thanks, Yoral got a more advanced, more customized version- making his arms the most unique arms in his world.
Since the discovery of multiverse travel, he's started to become a regular at the bar. He personally doesn't like Jakob. The ultimate reason why is as of yet a mystery.
So begins...
Yoral Kovacs's Story
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Yoral Kovacs The crunching gravel came to a halt. A few seconds later, Yoral entered the bar. His plated arms pushed the swinging doors open as he walked in. He looked normal, save for the Deadmau5 shirt and the fact that despite being a human, his arms were black, plated robotic arms.
He looked towards the DJ booth, and bobbed his head to the music. In a few seconds, Yoral stopped and walked to the bar.
He looked towards the DJ booth, and bobbed his head to the music. In a few seconds, Yoral stopped and walked to the bar.
Whilst the writer worked on a suitable picture to go with this character, Yoral entered the bar. He showed his ID to a random NPC bouncer and continued to the bar counter. There, he sat down and hailed a bartender- if there was one.
Yoral Kovacs continued waiting for a bartender. In the meantime, the writer just scared himself with his own drawing. Back to relevance, Yoral was about to reach for a drink when a girl dropped in... with blood? For some reason, such a happenstance didn't quite surprise Yoral- despite it being one of his first times at Gambit's.
Yoral Kovacs entered the bar. The only colour to his attire was the Deadmau5 head on the front of his tee shirt. His brown hair was never combed-up, which complemented his five-shadow. He made his way to the bar counter and ordered a beer.
Yoral Kovacs looked to the Tails Doll. He nodded a "hello" himself. It had been a long time since Sonic R first came out. Too bad SEGA never used the potential the characters had.
He turned to his drink and took a swig.
He turned to his drink and took a swig.
Yoral Kovacs looked between the two fighting girls. Regardless, he attempted to answer. "I heard this was a decent enough place. One resident DJ that I met told me."
Yoral Kovacs "Well, the guy said he lived here, and he was the resident DJ. If he likes living here, I'll probably like going here," Yoral replied, grinning. "He also mentioned some nice gals come here as well."
Yoral Kovacs laughed. He took another swig from his drink. He moved his other arm in some kind of natural stretch. His robot arms became more apparent by then- if the fact that his arms were dark as his shirt was any indicator.
Yoral Kovacs looked to the bar shelves and reached for a bottle of Jaggermeister. After grasping it, he made his way toward the ninja girl. He sat down on an adjacent stool and placed the bottle on the counter. "I'm Yoral, Yoral Kovacs."
Yoral Kovacs shook his head, "Just Yoral Kovacs," he corrected. He looked towards the wolf and almost flinched... Almost. He then started thinking about the man who told Yoral about the bar. A robotic soldier-turned DJ... and that was only scraping the foam from the booze. Gambit's was indeed an odd place. "So," he asked the ninja- not at all shaken from the fact that there's a funking wolf in the bar. "You come here often?"
Yoral Kovacs shrugged. "Seemed like a good introduction at the time. I guess James Bond's losing his edge in existence." Yoral pried the cap off of his chosen drink with his robot arm. He took a swig of his Jagger. He noticed that Sera seemed troubled. He noticed it had to do with the fact that there are frickin' wolves in this bar. "You have a thing against animals?" He asked. He couldn't blame her if she did. He too had bad experiences with animals that would warrant a few attacks from PETA. Nothing he was worried about, though. They were ill-raised animals with hate up the spine and every organ in their bodies- and Yoral was defending himself.
Yoral Kovacs nodded in agreement. It was practically his second time here, and the bar was empty the first time.
He was about to pat her back to help her get the drink out of the wrong tube, but Sera had already cleared it. He took a swig from his own drink and turned towards the counter. He placed both robotic arms on the counter, unintentionally conspicuous. He had gotten used to wild animals, but in the back of his mind, he was ready to eliminate the creature if it became hostile.
He was about to pat her back to help her get the drink out of the wrong tube, but Sera had already cleared it. He took a swig from his own drink and turned towards the counter. He placed both robotic arms on the counter, unintentionally conspicuous. He had gotten used to wild animals, but in the back of his mind, he was ready to eliminate the creature if it became hostile.
"Nah, it's all good." Yoral replied. Adding artificial skin would just make his arms thicker, and they would get in the way when he brings out weapons- if he needed them. His left arm- the one that wasn't holding onto his drink- opened up, folded, and closed up in the form of a rifle. It was a mere extension of his own arm. He checked the weapon system and replaced it with his normal arm again.
Yoral Kovacs entered the bar. He stretched his still-organic shoulders as he made his way to the bar. He held a finger up to catch the attention of whoever's bartending.
Yoral Kovacs ordered a beer... Well, if there was a bartender. He turned on his stool and examined the patrons. He raised a robotic arm to his chin and crossed the other across his chest- semi-covering the Deadmau5 logo on his tee.
Yoral Kovacs entered the bar. His robotic hands were jammed into his pockets, but not in a frustrated way. He made his way to the bar counter and requested a drink.
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