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[Multiverse] Zhelir Darkfall

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[Multiverse] Zhelir Darkfall

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Tue May 16, 2006 9:17 pm

On a note, this is the Zhelir. The Zhelir in GWing is a variant, though a moderate amount of his past comes from his days in }{G elsewhere.

Name: Zhelir Darkfall
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Though Bio-Enhancements may alter his classification as a cut-and-dry human.)
Measures: 6'1, 270lbs.

Physical Description: Zhelir stands tall, at 6'1, and at first glance, might appear to be of average build. This is a deception, however. His figure is covered almost entirely by extremely compacted muscles, so much so that his strength and speed both sit well beyond the line of superhuman. He has shaggy, midnight-black hair, which hangs just below the level of his equally black eyes. The longest strands just brush the end of a sharply pointed nose. The lower half of his face is covered with the faintest trace of a five-o'clock shadow, and surrounds a pair of thin lips. When parted, be it in grin or grimace, they reveal a perfect set of pearly whites, with the only flaw residing in his left canine. Inscribed, nearly invisible to the naked eye, are a microscopic triplet of words, reading " Mortis Ex Hominis ." The only permanent markings to obscure his otherwise nearly untainted flesh are a large "}{G" in gold lettering on his upper left bicep, and a long, thin, serpentine dragon in varying shades of blue running from his upper right bicep to his middle right knuckle.

Personality: Find out. =D

Equipment: Zhelir is a killer of all flavors. He will use any and every weapon at his disposal, save for SMGs, for personal reasons. On average, he tends to carry two pistols of varrying make and model, and a 5'' blade stashed in his boot. One thing he is never without is a good explosive; he tends to carry a set of frag grenades and a brick of plastique on him at any given time, but will carry far more powerful explosives when he knows he'll need them.

History: Zhelir's life to the age to the age of 20 is relatively inconsequential. He grew up on a relatively normal level, his only noteworthy traits being an extreme haste to violence, which resulted in more than a handful of suspensions for fist-fighting. At the age of 18, he dropped his final year of school and entered himself into the Marines. In boot camp, he was acknowledged for his extremely formidable combat skills, and exceptional weapon skills. After his graduation, he was given additional training in both fields, which was a tune he would gladly march to. The result of this training was a result so above expectation that he was kept from deployment, and held strictly for training purposes.

His close-quarters and ranged combat were, as mentioned, well above average, and his abilities with stealth and piloting were exceptional. The question then arose, what to do with him? It was agreed that sticking him out on the front line would be a waste of potential, but at the same time, he was too aggressive to even be considered for something on the level of Force Recon. The answer arose with one of the most controversial topics in the country: genetic engineering. What better way to use an unrefined killing machine than to refine it? By this time, he had attained the ever-important age of 20, and was more than willing to submit himself to this engineering.

The augmentations were of a nature so tuned to allow him not to dodge a bullet, but to actually be able to take a bullet - or several - like they were bee strings at worst. He has no idea the specifics of the engineering of his body, but he does know that the results greatly increased the calcium intake of his bones, hardening them by a significant amount, as well as giving his muscles some kind of super-energizer. A workout that wouldn't make the average man break more than a light sweat would boost the production of muscle far beyond that of steroids. As well, the generated muscle had a way of compacting itself, which greatly increased his speed, not having a massive, bulky frame.

The final touch, though mostly cosmetic, was the insignia branded into his left canine, as a method of identifying him, should they never be truly certain of whether or not it was the real him.

Due to the illegal nature of his augmentations, he was given equally shady missions. War-mongers and terrorist leaders seemed to evaporate into thin air, along with a good chunk of the people they commanded. At the age of 22, it was discovered what he was and what he'd done. Information was leaked from within, and he was forced to flee the country, leaving his superiors to take the fall.

For one full year, he was hunted. He was chased from Ireland, where his running first hit land, to Scotland. From Scotland, to France. From France, to Russia. Eventually, he lost track of just where he was running to, or from, being that he never stayed more than a week or two. His trek eventually landed him in a city by the name of Metro, where his pursuers seemed to stop cold, no doubt in utter fear of the place he called home. The city had no official authority; it was a Darwinian Dream. Survival of the Fittest. The strongest ruled, the weakest died. It was in this city that he joined ranks with }{ell's Gundams, one of, if not the, strongest powers within the city. He disappeared from the city's populace shortly thereafter, and has not been spotted since.

Skills/Abilities: Zhelir is a human powerhouse. He can take a mass amount of physical damage before going down (but when it comes to a bullet to the skull at point blank, he's the same as everyone else: screwed), and can deal it out just the same. As well, due to his compact nature of the muscles in his body, namely in his legs, he can sprint at a speed far exceeding regular humans. He has advanced training in both hand-to-hand and ranged combat.
STAVE: Commala-come-ki,
There's a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.

RESPONSE: Commala-come-ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.

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