Name: Durandal
Aliases/Nicknames: Unit 1707; AREN-SOD-1707
Age: 26
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Heterosexual
Occupation/Faction: Contingency, AREN, Special Operations Department
Appearance: A tall, imposing man, almost always in his heavy blast suit. Beneath it is a reasonably handsome-yet-haggard man, his blue eyes seeming piercing.
Skills/Powers:
- Blast suit grants immense resistance to levels of kinetic damage that other protection equipment cannot rival
- Supplied directly by the Contingency, and has access to their entire arsenal
- Has little care for who he kills and is remarkably adept at doing so
Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Blast suit is incredibly bulky and dramatically decreases both movement speed and fine manipulation
- Just as squishy as any other human when the suit is breached
- Has absolutely no powers
History: Durandal, a name rarely heard but intensely feared... by Extra-Normals, at least. In effect the "guy you call when everything has gone to shit", Durandal is more than happy to bring a mighty arsenal of military-grade assault weaponry to bear on anyone who refuses to come willingly with a lesser-ranked AREN member. As for his past, it's an unremarkable if slightly ironic one: his father was a genetic researcher attempting to locate and eliminate the genes that caused various hereditary disorders and diseases. While Durandal has, as a result, always had an interest in the sciences, these potential boons were sadly wasted upon his conscription into his homeland's army. After partaking in a bloody and entirely pointless expansion war, he left the military a thoroughly changed man, who had learned that delivering diplomacy at the end of a machine gun was far, far more effective than the alternatives.
Personality: Durandal is, at first glance, a very, very scary person. He understands this and harnesses it to full effect, easily convincing about a tenth of his targets to come with him peacefully and making eight out of those ten quiver in fear (the ninth almost always ends up dead). However, underneath the reflective visor and giant guns, Durandal is no different from any other human being. He eats, he drinks, he sleeps, he reads books (Jules Verne classics are a favourite!), he banters with some close friends... all this on base, however. In the suit, he is death incarnate. He is the ever-defiant monolith of a man that deserves his codename: Durandal, or, more simply, "to endure".
The ArmuCorp WPNTec AC-HSW-5917 "Bonesaw" Heavy Support Weapon is often called "the bonecruncher" for good reason. Firing bullets that would make a sniper rifle jealous at a high (yet controllable) rate of fire with reasonable accuracy strikes the perfect balance of "destroy everything" and "don't destroy EVERYTHING" that Durandal will usually need when working in civilian areas where collateral damage is a high risk. While he doesn't always use the Bonesaw, it's certainly one of Durandal's favoured weapons.
While he doesn't employ the MP7 when suited up due to it being a little small and hard to grip with the bulky gloves of the suit, Durandal does keep an MP7 folded and holstered on him when off-duty. After one incident when a number of telepathic ENs attacked the base Durandal was stationed at in response to the ongoing Operation Voidwalker, Durandal realized that he wasn't always so safe even when he took away his alias and took to carrying the MP7 with him at all times in a jacket holster, folded neatly.