Post by Latus on Mar 13, 2011 15:39:17 GMT -5
((I know he wont be done for a while but it will help if I get ideas in the dead of night or something.))
Permission: Jenno
Faction: Sith Empire
Department: Army, Special Ops
Rank:
Name: Brathos Anasazi
Race: Human, Subspecies Lorridan
Age: 31
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 383 lbs
Birth place: Lorrd
Appearance:
During his childhood years and his time with the Sevens the soldier kept himself well. Dark olive skin and large bright eyes which held both a kindness and an intensity that showed themselves many times both in battle and out. He wore his hair in cornrows or dreadlocks depending how long he wore it. Strong and confident he was the very essence of those who considered themselves the Lorridan humans. Able to read bodies with striking efficiency he was very easily able to tell whether a situation was too tense to resolve or one that he and his fellows could get out of with ease.
Once a strikingly handsome man, Brathos Anasazi has become something cold, metallic, some may even say evil. The replacement procedure had utterly stripped his body of most of the bio-organic material leaving scraps, ash. Now, within his cold metallic shell only the psyche remains. Beneath his combat fatigues lies a body of steel, cold and hard. His limbs are perfectly shaped, his body almost too well sculpted. The synth-skin that stretches over most of his entire body is practically flawless, creasing just so, bending and folding like normal skin. The sole reason that one may suspect that something is not as it seems is the lack of facial expression, not a twitch crosses his face at any time. Then there are his eyes, the most obvious characteristic that speaks truth to his nature. Iris and cornea, his eyes are pitch black, glinting like polished obsidian in the sun. In pitch blackness the pupils give off a faint red glow, the product of his designers. The designers wanted him to look as human as possible and, for the most part, they succeeded.
For a former man who is, in essence, a spine, a brain, a nervous system in a can he does not look much worse for wear when all is said and done.
*before Firehawk Crash*
*after Firehawk Crash, partial synth-skin reconstruction*
Personality:
A very outgoing man before the accident, Brathos became something of an introvert once the reality of what his captors told him settled in. He had little in the way of family and his sudden loss of the only people he had been close to was a major factor when it came to breaking him. Now the man who was Brathos is all but gone, the kindness turned to a smoldering hate and resentment for both those who saved him and for himself. Most days he wished he could end it, die and be done with it so he would no longer have to deal with his physical and emotional pain.
However, his “saviors” have invested too much in him to let him off so easily. While Brathos is “loyal” to the Sith Empire it is only because he has to be. Built in pacifiers supplement this loyalty through use of synthesized chemicals making some trains of thought jerky and broken as undesired thoughts and concepts are forcibly corrected. Other more physical limiters can cause similar results on actions as well, physically preventing him from attacking certain personnel, running away, or harming himself. At current Brathos approaches all contests as a problem to be solved through applications of force, deception, and the inhuman abilities at his disposal.
Skills:
Strike Piloting
Infiltration
Imperial "Public Relations"
Mechanical Body
Profession: Special Operations Agent
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: -4
Bio:
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Permission: Jenno
Faction: Sith Empire
Department: Army, Special Ops
Rank:
Name: Brathos Anasazi
Race: Human, Subspecies Lorridan
Age: 31
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 383 lbs
Birth place: Lorrd
Appearance:
During his childhood years and his time with the Sevens the soldier kept himself well. Dark olive skin and large bright eyes which held both a kindness and an intensity that showed themselves many times both in battle and out. He wore his hair in cornrows or dreadlocks depending how long he wore it. Strong and confident he was the very essence of those who considered themselves the Lorridan humans. Able to read bodies with striking efficiency he was very easily able to tell whether a situation was too tense to resolve or one that he and his fellows could get out of with ease.
Once a strikingly handsome man, Brathos Anasazi has become something cold, metallic, some may even say evil. The replacement procedure had utterly stripped his body of most of the bio-organic material leaving scraps, ash. Now, within his cold metallic shell only the psyche remains. Beneath his combat fatigues lies a body of steel, cold and hard. His limbs are perfectly shaped, his body almost too well sculpted. The synth-skin that stretches over most of his entire body is practically flawless, creasing just so, bending and folding like normal skin. The sole reason that one may suspect that something is not as it seems is the lack of facial expression, not a twitch crosses his face at any time. Then there are his eyes, the most obvious characteristic that speaks truth to his nature. Iris and cornea, his eyes are pitch black, glinting like polished obsidian in the sun. In pitch blackness the pupils give off a faint red glow, the product of his designers. The designers wanted him to look as human as possible and, for the most part, they succeeded.
For a former man who is, in essence, a spine, a brain, a nervous system in a can he does not look much worse for wear when all is said and done.
*before Firehawk Crash*
*after Firehawk Crash, partial synth-skin reconstruction*
Personality:
A very outgoing man before the accident, Brathos became something of an introvert once the reality of what his captors told him settled in. He had little in the way of family and his sudden loss of the only people he had been close to was a major factor when it came to breaking him. Now the man who was Brathos is all but gone, the kindness turned to a smoldering hate and resentment for both those who saved him and for himself. Most days he wished he could end it, die and be done with it so he would no longer have to deal with his physical and emotional pain.
However, his “saviors” have invested too much in him to let him off so easily. While Brathos is “loyal” to the Sith Empire it is only because he has to be. Built in pacifiers supplement this loyalty through use of synthesized chemicals making some trains of thought jerky and broken as undesired thoughts and concepts are forcibly corrected. Other more physical limiters can cause similar results on actions as well, physically preventing him from attacking certain personnel, running away, or harming himself. At current Brathos approaches all contests as a problem to be solved through applications of force, deception, and the inhuman abilities at his disposal.
Skills:
Strike Piloting
Infiltration
Imperial "Public Relations"
Mechanical Body
Profession: Special Operations Agent
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: -4
Bio:
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
