Post by Krowbar on Dec 4, 2013 17:40:34 GMT -5
Decided to go ahead and pop this up just to go ahead and have it here. Storyline is also coinciding with Romeo (Ash) for reference. Thank you for your time.
Name: X-Ray
Birth Name: Jareel
Age: 24
Race: Human
Birth place: Alderaan
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lbs
Eye Color: Blue/Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance: X-Ray's figure is of that to be expected from result of his training and upkeep, strenuously fit and maintained. As far as skintone, his complexion is fairly dark and toned. His light blonde hair, head and facial alike, is cut strictly short. In plain clothes he would manage to blend rather well with a crowd, his more minute features only being revealed under close observation. Slate black shield lense sunglasses hide his eyes, which often change gradually from blue to a deep green due to the lenses surgically implanted into them. Apparel wise, he typically is clad in a black, lightweight hoodie and cargo pants with a balaclava drawn around his neck. The inconspicuous combat and utility belt is relatively small and innocent looking, any weapons firmly holstered and primarily hidden. He also dawns a grey cap with thin metal plating implanted into the front for obvious reasons.
Personality: N/A
Profession: Assassin
Equipment:
-Discrete Armor Plating
-2x Short Scimitars
-Thermone Galax 1 Blaster Pistol
-RG-11 Shotgun(When Needed)
Skills: Green Meadows Assassin Training
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 8
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 6
Specialized Combat Skill: Short Swords: 9
Specialized Non-Combat Skill Stealth: 8
Bio:
Age 0 - 3/Time: Preciously Shortlived
The infant's mother had been under extreme stress even before the arrival of her newfound son. Her husband, it was well known a drunkard, lazy and selfish to his own wants, provided little to nothing for his family on a constant basis. She knew they could not bear to feed another mouth, also not willing to accept it to be the truth. The boy was named Jareel. Unlike many of his early peers, his name contained no meaning, no family heritage, no historical memorability. He was taught little, and after merely his first year, his mother gave out. The couple simply could not cope with the time and expense of their child. He was soon adopted by a rather wealthy couple with no children of their own.
For young Jareel, things were looking up. His new family supplied him with anything he truly could ask for, aswell as a top-grade education and tutor. As he grew, he became a star student among his classmates, even impressing some of his elders with his quick learning. Soon it came the unfortunate day that would forever change the lad's fate. He was at his small desk in the corner of the room reviewing his studies as his father walked towards the door to confront the strange noises outside. The cartel thugs that had invaded their home in attempt to evade their pursuers quickly gunned down the defenseless man without a thought as they made their way through the house. Jareel stared openly as he watched his mother's corpse drop to the floor after being torn apart by blaster fire quickly afterwards. The men would be soon trapped in the house and taken by law enforcement as they failed to find an escape route. The emotionally scarred child had lost his second chance. With no qualified relatives he was transported to a nearby orphanage. There his dreary existence was put to rest when the Green Meadows scientists arrived. For these short years, he was, and to some debatably still is truly human. An individual as the rest. But now, now he would become something else entirely.
Age 4 - 15/Green Meadows: And So It Begins
Jareel had assumed himself to have been adopted, until his arrival upon the Research Facility. The sterile white walls and floors took him as shock, never having been exposed to such an environment. He quickly found himself led into a less than appealing room filled with various needles, drills, saws, and other medical equipment centered around a large reclined chair. His mind flashed through his sorrowed, dreary life as he laid into the deep black seat. Jareel experienced the last feeling of his life. Fear. The RELIC chip was implanted without incident, overriding all emotion, feeling, life.
Designate X-Ray trained alongside his newfound companions, throughout strenuous PT to study. Slicing, in particular, was not his main strength. One instance particularly he found himself sitting at a monitor, given two minutes to access and re control the mainframe. He mentally relived his prior training before the timer began to countdown. His fingers dashed across the keyboard at a monotonous rate with little results. His time was quickly up, a zap felt tingling throughout his back intensifying momentarily. The timer reset. Normal children would experience fear or anger. He adapted. A second failure brought a second shock. It was going to be a long day. His mental education was far different from physical, in fact, it was nearly a relive of previous years as he regained lost knowledge.
Time soon came as he was of age that advanced puberty struck him. Like a wall. A durasteel wall. He was forced to adapt to the obvious changes as his daily trials offered no relent. He also found himself taking a liking to martial arts aswell as blades. Beginning to train deeper in them, he saw that the art was more complicated than grab and swing sticks. He slashed hacked and cleaved through replicated targets with extreme precision before moving on to a hologram. He trained with two short blades as he practiced with his synthetic partner. Every failed defense delivered him a mild shock. Once he matched his opponent blow for blow, his instructor simply upgraded the speed, restarting the process. Among their colleagues, Romeo, in particular, was a large boost to his training in many aspects. Parts of their shared skill set allowed them to cross check the other's work, furthering their progress in that field.
Once his body had mostly matured, the enhancement phase began. Syringes, surgery, and pills once again became part of daily life. Prosthetic implants were inserted into strategic ligaments and bones aswell as chemical pills and injections for enhanced muscle growth. Precision lenses were inserted into the eyes, which would afterwards drift between a lime green and sky blue when focusing. He was slowly changing and adapting to become the killing machine he was bred into.
Age 17/Survival: The Test
X-Ray found himself rappelling out the side of the speeder, quickly gathering the rope as it dropped down to him. The blade sheathed at his side was for once not one of the two he had trained with. Perfectly balanced, elongated, razor sharp on each dimension, no, this was a simple dagger. His hand still found it home as a weapon, although not what his first choice would have been by far. He would simply have to do what he had been trained to. Adapt. His first night in the hellish jungle was spent gathering materials in a small perimeter, building fortifications and shelter. The small trees he managed to fell formed a four-wall shack, moist soil packing through the crevices. The structure itself was centered around a tree of respectable size, easily climbed from either side. He crafted the knife into a deadly spear, using it to hunt for the remainder of his stay. It took few kills to sustain him, as he buried the meat in a sealed chamber to preserve it from rotting or infection.
He awoke in the dead of night to the unholiest sound as he looked out only to find a large beast shredding another to pieces among the shadows. Had the other not been there it may have been him in its jaws. He calculated his odds remaining hidden in shelter, and quickly made his decision, scaling the tree above him as the zakkeg devoured its prey, a lifeless Maalraas. It was only distracted by its prey for moments before noticing him, making its way to the base of the tree. He had already began crossing a cut of the rope around the limb, nearly forty feet high, sawing it off from its base. The beast began to rear up to the trunk as he released the rope, cutting what was remaining as the limb crashed down onto the zakkeg's skull, snapping it backwards as it fell to the dirt. Not giving any chance, he roped down next to the creature, slicing his blade through its throat with the momentum of his fall. No piece of it was wasted as the young assassin harvested his lucky kill. Shortly after, he readied his weapon as another outline crept through the plain. He quickly found it not to be one of the denizen lurking the woodland in search of blood, but rather another assassin from their group. Him and Romeo further fortified the small clearing, the rest of their time on Dxun spent primarily gathering food and supplies.
Age 18 -23/Showtime: No Excuses
He finally had been issued his first objective - eliminate a high profile target running a large scale smuggling operation. Romeo was issued as his partner for the op, as would be the case for several to come. They were dropped off at the edge of the city, quickly making their way to the compound without question. The two men watching the gate talked between their posts as any other night. X-Ray's blades sunk into each's neck with a deep crimson, the second gasping for breath before the first could hit the ground. They discreetly made their way across the courtyard, picking off sentries to ease their escape. Once inside it was mere minutes before their target was on his knees, wounded and pleading mercy. The cold metal of Romeo's blaster dug into his skull before it turned red hot, blowing the rear of his skull into a bloody mess. Several hits to come would continue to impress their superiors and prove their worth as they honed their skills in the art.
RP Sample:
X-Ray pulled his balaclava up to his face, looking no more suspicious than a fish out of water as he unslung his shotgun, kicking in the door to the empty nightclub. The surprised faces of its inhabitants were shortlived as the shotblast sent them across the room one by one, repainting its walls in the process. He made his way room by room clearing any armed figure in his line of sight as he scanned for the entrance to the safe room. It wasn't long before he spotted the half open hatch, the bloodied corpse of his adversary across the threshold. The clicks of shells locking into his weapon echoed throughout the small chamber as his eyes adjusted to the dim passage, sealing the door behind him.
Echoes rang out from end of the corridor, magnified by the close quarters as if a speaker to his enhanced hearing. It quickly emptied into a small auditorium as he silently touched down onto the hard flooring, readying his weapons as he scanned the four men standing opposite of him. They were impervious to the previous gunfire as the room was sound proofed and sealed to the upper floors, and true to his comrade's word, the surveillance cameras cut. Three of them sat opposite of the door, watching a championship fight over the sole working hologram as the other finished gathering their munitions.
Ha! Mine hit the ground first!
To hell with you, mine was taller.
X-Ray creeped along the edge of the wall as he unsheathed his blades with a slow, steady metallic hiss. The man was too slow to turn before cold metal pierced through his heart, quickly ripping itself lengthwise as he dropped deadweight. Two more were quickly gunned down by blaster fire as he shoulder checked the last into the adjacent doorway with deadly force. Stunned by the blow, he could barely find his weapon before his arm was scissor locked by blades, quickly pinned by them and soaked from the blood of his comrades. X-Ray pummeled his skull with the hilt, emanating a brutal crack as he scanned for facial recognition. He quickly rose to his feet, ending the man's misery as his hand glided to his ear.
HVT Frolic Eliminated. Moving to checkpoint Lima. X-Ray out.
Name: X-Ray
Birth Name: Jareel
Age: 24
Race: Human
Birth place: Alderaan
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lbs
Eye Color: Blue/Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance: X-Ray's figure is of that to be expected from result of his training and upkeep, strenuously fit and maintained. As far as skintone, his complexion is fairly dark and toned. His light blonde hair, head and facial alike, is cut strictly short. In plain clothes he would manage to blend rather well with a crowd, his more minute features only being revealed under close observation. Slate black shield lense sunglasses hide his eyes, which often change gradually from blue to a deep green due to the lenses surgically implanted into them. Apparel wise, he typically is clad in a black, lightweight hoodie and cargo pants with a balaclava drawn around his neck. The inconspicuous combat and utility belt is relatively small and innocent looking, any weapons firmly holstered and primarily hidden. He also dawns a grey cap with thin metal plating implanted into the front for obvious reasons.
Personality: N/A
Profession: Assassin
Equipment:
-Discrete Armor Plating
-2x Short Scimitars
-Thermone Galax 1 Blaster Pistol
-RG-11 Shotgun(When Needed)
Skills: Green Meadows Assassin Training
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 8
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 6
Specialized Combat Skill: Short Swords: 9
Specialized Non-Combat Skill Stealth: 8
Bio:
Age 0 - 3/Time: Preciously Shortlived
The infant's mother had been under extreme stress even before the arrival of her newfound son. Her husband, it was well known a drunkard, lazy and selfish to his own wants, provided little to nothing for his family on a constant basis. She knew they could not bear to feed another mouth, also not willing to accept it to be the truth. The boy was named Jareel. Unlike many of his early peers, his name contained no meaning, no family heritage, no historical memorability. He was taught little, and after merely his first year, his mother gave out. The couple simply could not cope with the time and expense of their child. He was soon adopted by a rather wealthy couple with no children of their own.
For young Jareel, things were looking up. His new family supplied him with anything he truly could ask for, aswell as a top-grade education and tutor. As he grew, he became a star student among his classmates, even impressing some of his elders with his quick learning. Soon it came the unfortunate day that would forever change the lad's fate. He was at his small desk in the corner of the room reviewing his studies as his father walked towards the door to confront the strange noises outside. The cartel thugs that had invaded their home in attempt to evade their pursuers quickly gunned down the defenseless man without a thought as they made their way through the house. Jareel stared openly as he watched his mother's corpse drop to the floor after being torn apart by blaster fire quickly afterwards. The men would be soon trapped in the house and taken by law enforcement as they failed to find an escape route. The emotionally scarred child had lost his second chance. With no qualified relatives he was transported to a nearby orphanage. There his dreary existence was put to rest when the Green Meadows scientists arrived. For these short years, he was, and to some debatably still is truly human. An individual as the rest. But now, now he would become something else entirely.
Age 4 - 15/Green Meadows: And So It Begins
Jareel had assumed himself to have been adopted, until his arrival upon the Research Facility. The sterile white walls and floors took him as shock, never having been exposed to such an environment. He quickly found himself led into a less than appealing room filled with various needles, drills, saws, and other medical equipment centered around a large reclined chair. His mind flashed through his sorrowed, dreary life as he laid into the deep black seat. Jareel experienced the last feeling of his life. Fear. The RELIC chip was implanted without incident, overriding all emotion, feeling, life.
Designate X-Ray trained alongside his newfound companions, throughout strenuous PT to study. Slicing, in particular, was not his main strength. One instance particularly he found himself sitting at a monitor, given two minutes to access and re control the mainframe. He mentally relived his prior training before the timer began to countdown. His fingers dashed across the keyboard at a monotonous rate with little results. His time was quickly up, a zap felt tingling throughout his back intensifying momentarily. The timer reset. Normal children would experience fear or anger. He adapted. A second failure brought a second shock. It was going to be a long day. His mental education was far different from physical, in fact, it was nearly a relive of previous years as he regained lost knowledge.
Time soon came as he was of age that advanced puberty struck him. Like a wall. A durasteel wall. He was forced to adapt to the obvious changes as his daily trials offered no relent. He also found himself taking a liking to martial arts aswell as blades. Beginning to train deeper in them, he saw that the art was more complicated than grab and swing sticks. He slashed hacked and cleaved through replicated targets with extreme precision before moving on to a hologram. He trained with two short blades as he practiced with his synthetic partner. Every failed defense delivered him a mild shock. Once he matched his opponent blow for blow, his instructor simply upgraded the speed, restarting the process. Among their colleagues, Romeo, in particular, was a large boost to his training in many aspects. Parts of their shared skill set allowed them to cross check the other's work, furthering their progress in that field.
Once his body had mostly matured, the enhancement phase began. Syringes, surgery, and pills once again became part of daily life. Prosthetic implants were inserted into strategic ligaments and bones aswell as chemical pills and injections for enhanced muscle growth. Precision lenses were inserted into the eyes, which would afterwards drift between a lime green and sky blue when focusing. He was slowly changing and adapting to become the killing machine he was bred into.
Age 17/Survival: The Test
X-Ray found himself rappelling out the side of the speeder, quickly gathering the rope as it dropped down to him. The blade sheathed at his side was for once not one of the two he had trained with. Perfectly balanced, elongated, razor sharp on each dimension, no, this was a simple dagger. His hand still found it home as a weapon, although not what his first choice would have been by far. He would simply have to do what he had been trained to. Adapt. His first night in the hellish jungle was spent gathering materials in a small perimeter, building fortifications and shelter. The small trees he managed to fell formed a four-wall shack, moist soil packing through the crevices. The structure itself was centered around a tree of respectable size, easily climbed from either side. He crafted the knife into a deadly spear, using it to hunt for the remainder of his stay. It took few kills to sustain him, as he buried the meat in a sealed chamber to preserve it from rotting or infection.
He awoke in the dead of night to the unholiest sound as he looked out only to find a large beast shredding another to pieces among the shadows. Had the other not been there it may have been him in its jaws. He calculated his odds remaining hidden in shelter, and quickly made his decision, scaling the tree above him as the zakkeg devoured its prey, a lifeless Maalraas. It was only distracted by its prey for moments before noticing him, making its way to the base of the tree. He had already began crossing a cut of the rope around the limb, nearly forty feet high, sawing it off from its base. The beast began to rear up to the trunk as he released the rope, cutting what was remaining as the limb crashed down onto the zakkeg's skull, snapping it backwards as it fell to the dirt. Not giving any chance, he roped down next to the creature, slicing his blade through its throat with the momentum of his fall. No piece of it was wasted as the young assassin harvested his lucky kill. Shortly after, he readied his weapon as another outline crept through the plain. He quickly found it not to be one of the denizen lurking the woodland in search of blood, but rather another assassin from their group. Him and Romeo further fortified the small clearing, the rest of their time on Dxun spent primarily gathering food and supplies.
Age 18 -23/Showtime: No Excuses
He finally had been issued his first objective - eliminate a high profile target running a large scale smuggling operation. Romeo was issued as his partner for the op, as would be the case for several to come. They were dropped off at the edge of the city, quickly making their way to the compound without question. The two men watching the gate talked between their posts as any other night. X-Ray's blades sunk into each's neck with a deep crimson, the second gasping for breath before the first could hit the ground. They discreetly made their way across the courtyard, picking off sentries to ease their escape. Once inside it was mere minutes before their target was on his knees, wounded and pleading mercy. The cold metal of Romeo's blaster dug into his skull before it turned red hot, blowing the rear of his skull into a bloody mess. Several hits to come would continue to impress their superiors and prove their worth as they honed their skills in the art.
RP Sample:
X-Ray pulled his balaclava up to his face, looking no more suspicious than a fish out of water as he unslung his shotgun, kicking in the door to the empty nightclub. The surprised faces of its inhabitants were shortlived as the shotblast sent them across the room one by one, repainting its walls in the process. He made his way room by room clearing any armed figure in his line of sight as he scanned for the entrance to the safe room. It wasn't long before he spotted the half open hatch, the bloodied corpse of his adversary across the threshold. The clicks of shells locking into his weapon echoed throughout the small chamber as his eyes adjusted to the dim passage, sealing the door behind him.
Echoes rang out from end of the corridor, magnified by the close quarters as if a speaker to his enhanced hearing. It quickly emptied into a small auditorium as he silently touched down onto the hard flooring, readying his weapons as he scanned the four men standing opposite of him. They were impervious to the previous gunfire as the room was sound proofed and sealed to the upper floors, and true to his comrade's word, the surveillance cameras cut. Three of them sat opposite of the door, watching a championship fight over the sole working hologram as the other finished gathering their munitions.
Ha! Mine hit the ground first!
To hell with you, mine was taller.
X-Ray creeped along the edge of the wall as he unsheathed his blades with a slow, steady metallic hiss. The man was too slow to turn before cold metal pierced through his heart, quickly ripping itself lengthwise as he dropped deadweight. Two more were quickly gunned down by blaster fire as he shoulder checked the last into the adjacent doorway with deadly force. Stunned by the blow, he could barely find his weapon before his arm was scissor locked by blades, quickly pinned by them and soaked from the blood of his comrades. X-Ray pummeled his skull with the hilt, emanating a brutal crack as he scanned for facial recognition. He quickly rose to his feet, ending the man's misery as his hand glided to his ear.
HVT Frolic Eliminated. Moving to checkpoint Lima. X-Ray out.