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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer

The rough and tumble mercenary with a single-minded purpose; making more money.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jerico Do'Lantul

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Approximately 6'7", fair complexion with several scars ranged all over his face, including one that spans from the top of his hairline and extends just below his right eye. He maintains use of this eye. Incredibly muscular, with broad shoulders that often prohibit him from fitting in doorways while facing forward. Carries a variety of weapons on his person at all times, to be described later. Always wears dark black and grey clothing, from head to toe, with the sleeves either cut-off or non-existant. Hair is cropped close and brown, and his face is always clean-shaven. His arms, which are always bare, carry several scars, as well, of varying severity and length. Wears gloves fitted with smooth, steel plates along the knuckles. These plates are often replaced.

Personality

Very short-sighted, but ultimately crafty and resourcefull. Able to think well on his feet and find any way to come out on top. Likes big weapons. Doesn't matter what they do, how much they cost, or how he aquires them; if it is big, Charg will take it. Often times prefers hand-to-hand combat to gunfights, however. Will sometimes remove his gloves to "give his opponents a fighting chance". LOVES fighting, and war.

Equipment

Always carries a shotgun. Double-barreled, pump/lever-action or even automatic, it doesn't matter. This/these are usually stored on his back, upon which he carries a magnetic plate that applies 100lbs of tug on any metal it touches. This plate often picks up small, metalic objects nearby and is also known to cause major interference on electronic equipment nearby. It is unknown whether or not Charg has done this on purpose or if it's just another example of his short-sightedness. Often carries an explosive weapon of some sort. This may be anything from grenades to rocket-propelled grenade launchers. These will also be stored on the back plate, though grenades are carried in various pockets. Carries a large monkey wrench on his hip for unknown reasons. It is made from an alloy that is not magnetic, so it dangles freely whevever he goes. In addition to all of this, Chargraine carries a small generator on his person which has a variety of uses. Foremost of these uses is the energy shield, a bubble of energy-based perticles that are deployed whenever Chargraine takes a hit, which serve to absorb any damage that he might take. Unfortunately, this shield has seen much use, and is only strong enough to take a single, hard stirke before being overpowered. It can and will recharge, given enough time, but this time can varry anywhere from a minute to five minutes, making it a last-ditch defence, at best.

Chargraine is the owner and sole proprietor of the Ifrit an airship capable of both space travel and inter-planetary maneuvers. The ship is equipped with several hundred of the same generators Chargraine uses, only these are also capable of bending the light around the ship to make it invisible to the naked eye. These generators can also serve to sheild the ship from incoming fire, much as the single units shield Chargraine, only, in this form, the sheild is capable of withstanding far more punishment than the units, on their own. Sven, the ship's pilot, comes standard.

History

Nothing is known about Chargraine Forhammer at this point in time. It is widely speculated that Cargraine, himself, is unaware of his background due to repeated head injuries over the years. Regardless, he avoids the topic, whenever it is brought up. It is known, however, that Chargraine is 32 years of age.

So begins...

Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer's Story

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer holds the door open as a man in unusual clothing walks briskly past him. The man bows his head to him, to which Charg nods, in return. He had seen this man in teh street, before, and noted that trouble tended to follow in his wake. As he stood, still holding the door open even though the man was long past, he thought twice about entering Gambit's. He shrugs his shoulders subconsciously before entering, having to bend over, slightly, to allow his large frame to fit through the doorway. Indeed, Chargraine Foehammer was an intimidating figure; standing at 6'7" and arrayed with various weaponry including the steel plates resting on the knuckles of his gloves and the SPAS-12 across his back, Chagr was quite the sight to behold. He stood just within the door, looking from one person to the next, his scarred face clearly visible in the light of the bar.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer 's head turns slowly towards Carlos as his greeting falls upon his ears. Though he knew it had not been meant for him, Charg decided to reply, anyway. His voice carried impressively around the room, gratuitous levels of bass reverberating against the walls of the bar, as did the words carried behind it. "Hello." He starts to walk towards where Carlos was sitting, quickly making the difference in their size acutely apparent as he drew near. "I'm.. new to town. Wondering what kind of work there might be, 'round here."

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer follows Carlos with his eyes as he stands and dashes away. It had not been the first time someone had taken their leave just as he entered a room. Be it an excuse of having "work to do" or needing a "good night's sleep", there had rarely been an instance where his mere presence had prompted someone nearby to suddenly have other obligations.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer decides to turn his attention to the man in outlandish clothing sitting nearby with menu in hand. He speaks from where he is, convident that he will be heard in spite of the distance. "What brings you here, then? Were you told of all of the.. opportunities, as well?"

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(He is speaking to Eridan Ampora, by the way. Sorry, I didn't include the name.)

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer eyes the door as it tumbles end over end past him and lands with a loud crash against a nearby table, uprooting it from the floor. He returns his gaze to Eridan. "Impressive." He then turns and takes a few steps towards the newcomer. " I was told by an old.. friend.. that there was plenty of work for one of my talents." He looks around the room. "So far, I haven't come up with anything of interest. Just some tournament." He jerks a thumb towards Sir Lyonell and the group around him, having overheard their plans.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer leans forward so that his face is clearly visible to Eridan. There were a number of scars present, including one which extended from his hairline and dropped just below his left eye, though it was clear that he maintained use of said eye. "You see this..?" His left hand rose as he ran his index finger across the long scar. "I did not survive this through strength alone.." And with that cryptic answer, he would return to his upright position.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer shakes his head, a broad grin creeping across his features, causeing several of his scars to become more pronounced. "Hah! No, not yet, my friend.. not yet. Cunning." As he says the word, he brings his right hand up to press his finger to his temple, emphasising the word. "Cunning, and a touch of luck.."

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Sorry for the dissapearance, I was pulled away by.. shadow ninjas. Yeah, shadown ninjas. Whom I then killed.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer stops for a moment to watch as two people made for the entrance. Well.. one was making his way to teh door. The other was being led less-than-gracefully by what seemed to be an older relative. Charg couldn't help but let out another brief chuckle as they pass, though he says nothing further.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer would quirk his eyebrow at the man, slightly. "Is that so..?" He would glance down at the wand for a moment. He had seen a few, in his time, and generally stayed away from them. To a man, such as he, with no magical tendencies, a magic-user was bad news. Not to say that Charg hadn't bested one or two, in the past, but the encounters had never been pleasant; many of his scars were from magic-users. "I'm afraid I can't help you much, there.."

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer lifts his head, slightly, as he feels a slight breeze as his back; a change in the room's pressure. He turns to see a woman entering from the back room. She didn't seem all that intrigueing, except for the fact that she hadn't used the front entrance. Chargraine marked her face and appearance in his mind for later reference before turning back towards Eridan, only to find that teh man had dissappeared. He looks from side to side, only to find that he was, indeed, nowhere to be found. He snorts to himself. "Magic-users.."

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer would like to note, OOCly, that the front entrance has been blown off of it's hinges, thanks to Eridan's entrance, a while ago. A kind of cross-breeze would occur, then, as the back entrance were opened. Just wanted to point that out, briefly.

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer raises both hands, palms facing outward, to sweep his arms before him. "Bah.." He turns, then, to take a few steps further into the bar, taking note of Merceigh sitting nearby, for the first time. He raises his eyebrow for a moment, unsure of how she managed to slip by him. Chargraine had moments like those, from time to time, when he would notice vaguely out-of-place details, such as a breeze at his back, but not someone walking right past him. He blamed his age, coupled with his many head traumas over the years. Nonetheless, he nods his head towards her. His voice echoes across the bar, low, and full of bass. "Hello, there.. I was wondering if you couldn't help me."

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Chargraine(Charg) Foehammer turns his head, slowly, towards teh bar as he hears Lt. Stracken's outburst. This man was different from the others. He spoke with more.. gusto. More arrogance. Deffinitely an officer of some sort. Chargraine turns as he begins to make his way towards the bar, boots causing heavy footfalls to resonate through the room. "Pardon me.."

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