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Mr. Nex

"Pragmatism is next to Godliness."

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a character in “The Skylands of Novahlis: The Heart of Otanis”, originally authored by Slybop, as played by RolePlayGateway


|| Mr. Nex ||

""We struggled with the negotiations, they got aggressive, but in the end we were able to slash the prices. It should be just fine."

|| Theme Songs ||
Fighting||Walking Dead||

||Nickname/Title|| "Mr." is actually his title and rank, its not just because he is a man. His birth name is long gone.
|| Age || 34
|| Gender || Male
|| Sexuality || Heterosexual
|| Role || Mercenary

|| Hair Color || Black
|| Eye Color || Brown
|| Skin Tone || Peach
|| Height || 6'3"
|| Weight || 230lbs.
|| Appearance || Mr. Nex is a well kept and clean-cut person. He has a slicked back black hair, clean clothes and usually wears a suit when not in his armor. His face is usually a placid mask. In fact, no one has ever seen his reaction change no matter what situation he is in. He always calm and collected, his voice never betrays the emotion some people believe he does not feel. His body is incredibly well toned and has on the slightest tell of bulk to it. He has many scars across body. Not one of them is on his back. He has a prominent scar on the right side of his chin.

|| Personality ||
Mr. Nex is pragmatic. Anyone who once knew him would say so. He ways the pros and cons of every situation and seems to be impartial to most occurrences. His demeanor is always very professional and business like, never really dropping his perfect posture. He never speaks informally and refers to most people with respect. No matter who he is speaking too, a life long friend or a hated enemy, he will speak to both in the same way. Calm, rational, business like. Words are fluff and lie in Mr. Nex's opinion. He speaks frankly and with little flair, but he is socially tactful and never insults someone unless he wishes too. He reads people very well but always seems to trust someones actions more than their words. He believes heavily in the weight of currency and business. His pragmatic nature leads him to believes enterprise is the way of the future. He is usually a very quiet man unless it comes to the concern of business and money. Like they say, "Gold can't always get you mercenaries, but mercenaries can always get you gold." Mr. Nex takes that truism to heart.

Mr. Nex is a mercenary in every sense of the word. He believes everything has a price, even human life. Not always in money, but a price all the same. He prefers people do not see things from his point of view and form their own opinions. His loyalty can always be bought and almost no job is off limits. Not to ay he doesn't have lines, but less than most people would have. Though he doesn't show much emotion, his voice isn't derived of it completely. He does not speak in a monotone, but a hearty bass that his demeanor or face would ever betray. His life is in the ink he suses to sign a contract. Though, once he has signed a contract with someone, then the terms of that contract are essentially scripture from the heavens. No matter how much more money is offered or even if his very existence is on the line, he will never betray a contract. Ever. If you hold his contract, you hold his soul. He will take orders and interpret your needs. Whatever may come, he is your man.

He always keep everything exceptionally clean and you would never find one of hi suit with any kind of crease or wrinkle. His room on his ship would be immaculate and their would be no trace of any particle of his being around, from hair to blood. Being a soldier for so long, the discipline never left him, in fact, it's become more a part of him than ever.

|| Personal Weakness ||
-His loyalty to a contract can be fatal
-He does have a modicum of pride, and if you manage to truly insult him.......he will kill you. Call him Mr.
-Mr. Nex has a hatred for narcotics of most kinds, especially a drug called Blue Fever that destroyed his family and home town. He will kill all he comes across with little pragmatism or thought, who deals in Blue Fever. He also refuses to transport it. He might even be willing to break a contract for it.

|| Abilities/Tech ||
Warfare: Mr. Nex spent most of his life on the battlefield. War is like a second home to him. He is an expert in warfare and most things involving it. He can provide the group with covert and battlefield tactics along with decades of firsthand experience with many different kinds of enemies.

CQB: Mr. Nex specializes in Close Quarters Combat. He predominately uses his monofiilament blade in combat. most guns aren't efficient weapons from a distance of 1 meter, which is Mr. Nex's comfort zone. Though, most of the time, this is out of reach, so he uses his heavy pistol or if you really piss him off, his massacre cannon. He specializes in a unique form of unarmed fighting taught to him by the Pfotenhauer Society. It is incredibly deadly making him impossibly lethal no matter the distane, equipment or situation.

Military SOP: Mr. Nex has spent most of his life working for, under or beside the Novahlis Military. He knows the ins and outs of how they operate, what they would do in what situation. He knows their standard operating procedure inside and out and provide insight into it for any group he is a part of. He knows basic patrol lines, where they will and won't go, and what they would do when encountering someone like Jack.

Monoblade: His best friend. If he were to have to choose one thing he could own for the rest of his life, it would be this knife. it is .45 meters long and not even a millimeter thick. When held straight, it would be hard to even see the blade. It is maintained and sharpened with a monofilament wire, allowing it to be sharp enough to cut through thick iron or steel with little resistance. It's base material is incredibly sturdy, not even breaking when shot. This knife in never far away from Mr. Nex.

Assault Armor: His EXO armor is standard hardware for all "Mr." ranked members of the Pfotenhauer Society. It is a baseline enviroment adaptive combat ready suit. An exosuit with enhanced movement servos in joints, a self-contained atmosphere and multiple layers of ceramic plating. An assault suit is basically a scaled down suit power armor with enhanced mobility in battlefield conditions. While regular quality power armor slows down the wearer, the assault suit grants almost equal protection as power armor without compromising the wearer's range of movement. Using exosuit requires special training, since the movement enhancing servos "run for you" with minimal muscular input. This means that a soldier with an exosuit can easily out perform a regular soldier in extended combat situations due to the more efficient use of energy. It is a step down from the more durable but slower Beowulf Power Armor, worn by the most senior members of the Pfotenhauer Society. His armor is similar to the picture, except matte black.

Massacre Cannon: The Massacre cannon was made for the purpose of killing people, regardless of the protection. It contantly needs to be charged and powered and has a limited life in combat. It is a rather large gun that shoots out magnetized electricity in focused beams. It flash fries most who come in contact wih it, especially if their in a power suit. Though it is not a guaranteed one shot one kill. its basic purpose is puncture through the human body like a lance of lightning. It is experimental military hardware that was given to Mr. Nex when he was a member of the Pfotenhauer Society.

|| Biography ||
Not much is know about Mr. Nex's past. He comes from a far off land called Onintza. At some point befor his 20th bisrthday, he joined the Pftenhauer Society, the largest and most influential Mercenary company in all of Novahlis. He then eventually arose to the rank of Mr., the highest rank one can obtain in the society, and was given a new name, leaving his old one to burn away. Up until a year ago, he was a prominent commander within the society and well respected by most. Something happened, and he is believed to have been killed by one of the 15 heads of the Society Mr. Titan. He now wanders the skies, looking for a new contract......and to sebtle a score.(I will pm you deets about his BS and the Society, if thats ok.)


"It's not like I'm going to massacre them all on sight."

So begins...

Mr. Nex's Story


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Mr. Nex


"Blasted lands!" Bull tossed his hand of cards down in frustration. Florence hung her head and Murdock eyed Mr. Nex warily. Mr. Nex began to rake the cash over to his side of the table and then begin to neatly and efficiently organize them into near perfect stacks.

Murdock had removed his hat and continued to eye the Mercenary. "How is it that you have won the last four hands in the row, yet before that, you had only one the whole hour. Now you seem like a straight up fellow, Nex..."



"My name, it's Mr. Nex. Please don't forget the Mr., it's rather important." Mr. Nex had been counting his money while speaking, only to look up at Murdock at the end of the sentence. His face placid, his eyes betraying nothing about his emotions. Murdock simply raised his hands.

"Fair enough. Mr. Nex. Back tot he matter at hand, how is it that you suddenly got so good at Gambit?"

"Yeah, you're fuck'in cheating aren't ya?" Bull added.

"He ain't been cheat'in, Bull. My peepers had been locked to his hands the second we started. Don't usually trust men who wear suits like that, but he hadn't reached down, made an itch or even a sudden movement. He clean." Florence stated, defending Mr. Nex.

Mr. Nex grabbed the deck of cards and began to shuffle with the expertise and dexterity of a professional magician, stoping half way to adjust his shirt cuffs and rolling them half up his sleeve as if to show them his innocence. He then continued to shuffle and began to deal. "It's a simple matter. I'd be happy to explain......after this hand." He said, with a shred of cheek in his voice.

Bull snorted, to no ones surprise. Florence and Murdock sighed at the same time. They all picked up their cards nd began to play.

Murdock began a conversation. "So, why do you think they're keep'in so many of us in the castle on stand by. Sure there are plenty a treasure here, but they got an ass ton of knights and the like. With the amount of pomp they walk 'round with, their training's gotta be worth a at least two licks. Gimme two." Murdock placed two cards down. Mr. Nex burned and dealt him two.

Florence seemed to mumble something. "Walk 'round with all that pomp, but they train'in ain't taught'em noth'in 'bout how treat a human being like a human being. Four" throwing down four cards, she slumped further into her chair.

"Don't mumble when ya talk girl, ain't polite, and sit up straight. Taught you better." Murdock said sternly, his parent side showing. Florence simply mumbled again and adjusted her posture in the chair. Mr. Nex burned the cards and dealt four to her.

Bull piped up at this time. "It's obvious ain't it? The girl. That princess they got up in that tower. She's gotta be....magic or something right? One."

Mr. Nex burnt it and dealt him. "Why is it that you think she's.....magic, Bull?" asked the mercenary.

Bull took the card and glanced at it, placing it among his hands. "Well, why else would the King of Otanis put so many extreme measures for her. All of us, the Knights, the walls, the tower. Shit(sheee-it), I even heard from when of 'dem maids that she don't even leave the Tower. Like ever. If she don't cry diamonds or somethin', why go through all the trouble?"

Florence seemed to give Bulls theory some thought, but Murdock and Mr. Nex stared at Bull like he was crazy. It was Nex who spoke first. "You aren't a parent, are you, Bull?"

Bull quirked an eyebrow. "Whats that got ta do with anything?"

"Because ya darn idget, thats his daughter. If a father had the power of a kingdom, you'd be damn certain he'd do everything possible to protect his daughter. I may not agree with his methods, but you can be damned sure i understand 'em." Murdock said, ending his statement by glancing over at Florence.

Florence rolled her eyes. "Pa, I ain't a little girl anymore. I got a killstreak and everything. One of these days you've got to accept that."

Murdock simply gave a heartfelt smile at her. "Ain't never gonna happen. No matter how many men you plug or how tall you get. A father is never going to see his daughter leave pigtails." His eyes grew warmer and Florence seemed to get flustered."Daddy..."

Something akin to the ghost of a smile briefly flickered across Mr. Nex's face.

"I believe to sum up, Bull, it's most likely something to do with the Queens death."Mr. Nex stated. burning three of his cards and refilling his hands. He then threw in a few high bills. "Sixty five, call."

"Call. I heard about that. What happened again?" Bull threw in his money.

"We ain't from here boy, I don't know. Someth'in probably to do with assassins. From the big WG in my opinion. See your sixty five and raise you 20." Murdock nonchalantly tosses in 20 more.

"Call, ya bluffing old codger. Ya really think the Govnt killed her? Ain't this supposed to be an independent country?"

"Call, again. Why the queen, if anything, wouldn't it make more sense to kill the King?"

"Damn, boy, I don't know why. It's just a thought." Murdock said angrily, waving the question away.

"Whadda you think, Mr. Nex?" asked Florence.

Mr. Nex called. "I think we should get on with this hand." He stated calmly. He then began to place six cards face down on the table into a circle pattern. He then flipped one over, revealing a six.

"Anyways, to get back on subject. I understand what we're protecting, but why? Why hire so many of us? What threat could so many knights not handle?" Murdock asked, removing two cards and placing them on the six, face down.

"........Jacks." Bull said with purpose, holding his cards from play. Mr. Nex snorted slightly through his nose.

"What? What's so funny about that? You don't believe they exist?" Bull said defensively.

"It is conceivable that a Jack is left out there, but I seriously doubt that that wanted poster is genuine." Upon seeing Florence held her cards, Mr. Nex flipped another card over. This time, a Queen.

"How'd ya figure that?"

"Several reasons. The bounty is far too high for any one being to possess or for the Government to realistically pay too one man. That, and the picture is far too vague and dramatic. A mysterious vest and bow tie with no face. A faceless villain to kepp the good citizens of Novahlis cowering behind the pant legs of the Admirals. I'm sure they feel a tad useless around now. The threat of a Jack keeps them relevant." Mr. Nex placed a card face down on the queen.

Murdock held his cards. "Suppose it makes sense. Never much took in anything they said."

"I can like the thought of a guy like a Jack of Trades out there. Fight'in the good fight and living free. It's kind of romantic." Florence kind of rolled on. She placed a card down on the queen next to Nex.

Murdock gave a quiet snort while Mr. Nex just gave a Hmmm.

Bull eyed them. "I'm with Florence...sort of. I don't dream about no her Jack, but that bounty could make a man for life. That much money and I could retire in fame and fortune. Mark my words, A Jack is out there and Bull is gonna catch him." He stated as jabbing a thumb at himself.

Mr. Nex just gave a pandering nod as Murdock and Florence rolled their eyes. Just as Mr. Nex flipped over the third card, the sound of fireworks and panic could be heard from the nearby walls.

"The hell is that!" said the trio at nearly the same time. They all heard guards shouting, stating that an intruder was in the castle. Not a moment later, the siren in the lounge went off, calling the Mercenaries to action. "Come one yall, lets get a move on! Lock and load!!" Murdock called as he began checking his gun. Florence, mimicking him, went right along after.

"Finally! Some action!" Bull stood from the table and charged after his companions.

Mr. Nex stood, adjusted his sleeves back to normal and threw on his coat. He was about to run out when something caught his eye. The third card he had flipped over.....was a Jack. Mr. Nex's eyes lingered on it for a moment, then headed toward the door.

Ten Minutes Later...


Mr. Nex had decided to forgo his suit for the sake of time and was currently running at a great apce around the castle looking for anyone suspicious. Apparently dressed in the outfit that people described as similar to the poster of the Jack. Not saying that out loud, bu the outfit they described sounded like it.

Mr. Nex was somewhat shocked to see how utterly non-plussed everyone in the castle sans knights seemed to be. This was what Mr. Nex's assumption of a major breach in security, yet the staff just seemed to blissfully go about their day as if nothing was wrong. What the hell was wrong with these people?

Mr. Nex was running to a T intersection of the hallway when what sounded like an army ran past. It was a man being chased by around 50 knights. The man ran by fast, but in Mr. Nex's head, it was freeze frame. He noted the vest, the tie, the glasses, the hair.

As the knights pass he simply looked at the scene for a moment. Almost in disbelief at the utter ridiculousness of it.

Mr. Nex shook his head and began to check interception points for the intruder and himself. He marked a hallway in the distance through a window and crawled out. He then began run on the outside of the castle, looking to intercept this Jack wannabe......he hoped.