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Fantasy: Name: Rijoq Title: The silver falcon Gender: Male Race: Human and less then a third of unknown creature. Height: 6ft Weight: 155 Age: 18 Hair: Silver Facial Hair: none Eyes: One silver and one black Build: Muscular Complextion: Light brown skin. Voice: quiet. Only loud when needed. Clothes: Has a tattered black cape, and cowl. And the other basic clothing items. Other appearance: Has a scar running down his left arm and right cheek. And his nails are somewhat like claws. Weapons: Unknown to anyone but himself Type of magic: holy/light, black magic DoB: Unknown Personality: When first met he is harsh and not very welcoming. It takes time for him to trust people. Strengths: Not trusting, quick on his feet and his mind. Weaknesses: Not trusting enough. Will kill if put into a rage. Fears: losing everything he holds dear. Prejudices: People that kill with no good reason. And tries look at things with an open view Background : Rijoq dissappeared as a young child (around the age of 10) right before his home was over run by an opposing country during a time of war. When he was found about 10 days later he was beaten and bleeding by a old couple. Then took him in and raised himas one of their own. About 6 years later the old couple wass killed by a group of renagades. Rijoq flew into a rage on site of this a killing. He grew claws and slashed each murderer apart, then fleeing into the forst. Leaving his peacful past Rijoq now wanders the world looking for ways to make himself stronger.
Sci-fi: Name: Rijoq Durano Age: 40 Gender: Male Race: Southern Human Class: Psi-Blade Appearance: Rijoq stands exactly Six Feet tall, has pitch black skin, red glowing eyes and jet black hair closely cropped to his head. His arms are thick and muscular, boosted with the nanites he carries. His legs are sturdy able to stand their ground but agile when needed. Rijoq has an average but muscular chest. Carrying a deep and foreboding voice he strikes fear into the hearts of many. Covering his body from his nose to his feet is a long pitch black trench coat covered from head to toe in black shining buckles. On the inside of the coat it is also purely black giving it the image of a never ending hole. The underside also has many pockets which allows Rijoq to hide many things that might be needed. He also wears black combat boots again covered in black shining buckles. Along the sides of the boots is the insignia of the Southern Human Special Ops. Rijoq has this spinal cord & skull, skeleton, and the muscles in his body all enhanced with the Nanites. Overtime his whole body will be enhanced. Personality: Rijoq is a very steadfast military agent. He doesn’t speak unless spoken to and even then in clipped sentences. Having the military training which allowed him to train his mind to resist enemy tortur.e it had an interesting side effect. Rijoq can sometime take on the emotions of those around him, allowing him to blend in greatly with his surroundings. His eyes are cold and unloving which gives him the persona of a heartless ki!!ing machine. Rijoq uses this to advantage at many times, this allows him to finish missions quickly without being detected. Ever since the Southern Human City was destroyed Rijoq has been slightly off. He has taken what the military had been and enforces it upon himself. At some moments he acts like a general and at other moments he is a infantry unit. But overall he rarely speaks. History: As a young child Rijoq was seemingly obsessed with hiding in the shadows and sneaking up on people. Often scaring his parents witless they entered him into a program for youth similar to him. As the years passed on by Rijoq realized where his parents had sent him, a place where children were trained to become Ki!!ing machines. Not really minding that his was his future Rijoq embraced it to the fullest. All the children were divided into sections of which they were to learn different ways of combat. Being placed into the Psi-Blade section Rijoq pieced together what he and the others in his group were become. Time flowed once more in Rijoq’s mind, he aged well and quickly gained favour in the military section of which he was placed. Only 3 students from the group of 70 were actually chosen to become Special Ops and to his glee Rijoq was chosen. Life for Rijoq really took an upside turn, receiving his Nanites Rijoq chose to alter this skin, hair and even his eyes. To his old fellows Rijoq looked like a completely different person. His new life began as soon as the Nanites had entered his body. Becoming what he had imitated his whole life, a shadow. Rijoq was the Special Ops member that even lowly grunts thought of him as an amazing agent. It was around 15 years after Rijoq had become a living idol of what people could become if they chose. That day is still imprinted in his mind. He was on a mission that day about 2 days of travel form his home. Rijoq assumed that something was wrong when his superiors didn’t recall him or send him on another mission. When he arrived at the city the bodies were strewn across the streets like a cloth over wounds. Stepping over bodies Rijoq searched in vain for survivors, there were pools of b!ood with bodies floating in them. All the smells made him vomit. At that moment Rijoq was never the same person, his mind c.racked, fractured. He vowed to uphold all the traditions of the South’s military and do no wrong in their eyes. Rijoq couldn’t take the stench of his fellow rotting bodies. Leaving the city with a heavy heart Rijoq wished that there were others alive so he would not be so alone. As Rijoq swam across the ocean break between the Southern he noticed a mass of people standing on the shoreline. Jumping up from the water, giddy with excitement he wandered through the crowd nodding to his fellows that had also some how survived. From that day on Rijoq wandered the world not as a Special Ops agent but as a man in search for something. He decided to leave the other Southern Humans to enter into other cities and acclimate themselves into their culture. But now was not his time to stay in one place, it was his time to wander and gain something he never had. Hope. Stats: Vigor-40 Soul-0 Reflex-4 Prowess-14 Fortitude-4 Might-0 Presence-1 Will-16 Discipline-1 Active Abilities: None Triggered Abilities: None Passive Abilities: ~(PA)Cyborg: Has cybernetic parts, this bestows +3 in F, R, Pro and +30 to V. ~(PA)Rendered Soul: S is fixed at 0, M is fixed at 0.
Wild: Name: Khos Title: Counical Mechanic Gender: Male Race: Lion/Human Height: 7'8" Weight: 245 lbs Age: 125 Hair: White Facial Hair: Look at my avatar Eyes: yellow Build: Muscular Complextion: Look at Avatar Voice: Deep Clothes: Shorts Other appearance: Broken horn in the middle of forehead Weapons: Claws(natural weapons), Katana imbued with magic: Inflicts poison upon victim, Throwing needles dipped in various posions, a Monkey Bar Armor: Moonsilver Chestplate, Moonsilver gauntlets, Moonsilver leg plates Job/Class/Occupation: Counical Mechanic Type of magic: Earth DoB: Unknown Personality: Khos is a being of importance to the forests. He is the guardian of the Werik forest. Khos leaves his domain on the revenge he wishes to complete. He does not trust people very easily but when he does it would take something far more deadly the death to stop him from helping his friends. Strengths: Can jump tree height and higher with magic. Weaknesses: Not very trusting of non plant life Fears: Plant life being burned for destructive purposes. Prejudices: Fire mages Background: Khos as a child loved the forest until one day a group of Fire wielding mages came and burned his home to the ground, along with all of his fellows. Khos survived some way. Walking the world in search of the mages that destroyed his home. Khos came upon a frest in need of healing. Khos put his revenge on hold to heal the frest. Satying there for years and protecting the forest from any attacks, he lived in peace. Unitl the day he left to complete his task. To kill the mages!