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High Executor's RP Character(s)

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My First character and my only regret.

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~ New Character! ~

Name: Galek Taon
Age: 21
Race: Wolf
Origin: Unknown
Home: Whatever he wants it to be.
Sex: Male
Height: 6 Feel
Weight: 254 lbs
Build: Strong
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Black
Fur Color: Black
Personality: Acts like a Hot-Shot but has a soft side.

Backround: Nobody really knows where he came from or who he really is. Until when he was about 18 years old, he was wanted by the Cornelia Military for being in a Smuggling Group.
He was the best of the best, A great Marksman, Street Fighter, and Lair. He took leadership of the group when he was 19, the youngest person to ever reach the top 10 most wanted.
From his leadership, he got Hideways all across the Lylat system and beyond. Until one day in the Charros Sector of a near by Galaxy, While in a Misadventure from a Smuggling mission, a Shootout occured. They were outnumbered. When they tryed to retreat they loss 30 men. The worst loss that ever happened (since there was only 78 of them.) He never wanted that to ever happen again. So he flew Solo. Finding any job he can Con his way into, making a profit on almost anything, Except slaves. He vowed never to sell a slave.


Abilities: A Great Marksman, Street Fighter, and Lair and Smuggler. Also the is known as the greatest Con artist there is.

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Cool.

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Thanks. :)

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Thomas (Tom) Galahad 

Age: Rough Mid 20's (Lets say 24-27)

Race: Rottweiler

Origin: Macbeth

Sex: Male

Height: 6' 4'

Weight: 230 lb

Build: Progressive strong build 

Eyes: Brown/Orange 

Hair: Thin trim but with length on top

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Not fully trustworthy but intent on preventing death when possible. Kind with a rough attitude.

Background: Tom Galahad grew up on a ranch which controlled a light number of mineral mines owned by his family and ran by hired hands. While Tom received a education well into his later years, he much rather prefered the openness of the wilderness. Early on Tom was a fan of hunting wildlife during his free time and eventually making a name for himself locally as a "young buccaneer." Often reckless and confident, he was keen on taking risks and going on adventures through the mines. While frowned on ... it did help with some moleant infestations. Using his aim, he aided the local settlement by donating his prey to those less fortunate.

He was offered an opportunity to go to the Cornelian Military Academy given his skill in his marksmanship however he resented using his skill other than for helping others. He instead hoped to further his education but was enlisted through draft into the military during the Venom Wars. He was stationed on Katina as a Long Marksman for the oncoming Venom attack. He hated this. It drove him to near madness. He considered going AWOL every time he wore the uniform. 

Once the war ended, he made his move. Robbing his camp of all goods and currency and bounced. Silent and clean. A True marksman.

He was wanted but with little leads it wasn't a priority. While the government labeled him a traitor, the people consider otherwise. The Macbeth marksman might be gone, but there are still meals donated and clothing given on constant basis. Using what he has to get by, hoping to one day right his wrongs from war. (Hopefully those could come from Aiolius. 7/2/15)

Abilities:

Marksman with Long Ranged weapons.

High Perception of areas.

Fast Hands.

A polite smooth talker.

Ability to adapt well into surroundings.

Is skilled in cooking and regrets not following through with it. 

 

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not bad.

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I don't really like it when people play the whole 'unknown origin' card. To me it just seems like they didn't want to take the time to create a character and just plan on making them the badass with no name. But it's your choice.

Also just saw the part about making him for an RP. Hopefully you will be able to flesh out his existence there.

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To me it just seems like they didn't want to take the time to create a character and just plan on making them the badass with no name. But it's your choice.

That's the exact reason why he is at the moment Unknown. It was late and I'm adding to him right now.

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~New Character~
Name: Michael (High) Stakes
Age: 22
Race: Wolf
Origin: N/A
Home: NYC
Sex: Male
Height: 6 Feet 1 Inch
Weight: 183 Lbs
Build: Strong
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Fur Color: Light Brown
Alignment: Alright
Personality: Good-ish

Survival Study: Zombie survival Guild book:
Training: Learned how to shoot a gun, self-defense training:
Weapons:
Shotgun: Model 1100 TAC 4
Assault Rifle: Heckler & Koch HK416
Pistol: Glock 37
Melee: Wakizashi


Background: Michael came from a somewhat important family, and could get anything he wanted. Yet he didn't like the life of importance, it mad him mad to be waited on. So at age 13 he ran off leaving only a note
"Life has been good, but has taught my nothing. I must find myself, who I am. Mother, Father, don't worry. I will return. When my work is done!"
With that he left for adventure and discovery. Smuggling himself onto cars, ships, anything for transportation. He lived with the lost, homeless and the wise. He also spent time with Monks and Marshal art masters for sometime. After a period of 7 years, he returned home and became a successful business owner. And still holding the need for thrill-seeking.

Abilities: Strong and smart in hand-to-hand combat and Knife-to-hand combat. A somewhat good shot, but he's no one to brag. His fighting ability is in Knifes.

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I'm reviving my own dead thread. Such evil.
 
Alright. 
 
Name: Dr. Scott Jaax M.D.
Age: 28
Race: Wolf
Origin: Cornelia  
Sex: Male
Height: 6 Feet 3 Inch
Weight: 182 Lbs
Build: Decent
Eyes: Green with yellow iris rims
Hair: Dark Brown
Fur Color: Light Brown
Alignment: Center of the grid
Personality: Collected and easygoing.
 
Background: Scott was a Doctor at the Cornelia General Hospital before the nanobytes happened. He was a great doctor and an avid collector of books. Once the nanobytes came about and the zombies started attacking, there was a huge influx of patients arriving at the hospitals. Once the living and the practically dead were uneven, Scott ran. At that point the Hippocratic oath had no meaning any more. As much as he tried, he couldn't find a way to remove the nanobytes without damaging those infected. He couldn't stand himself allowing those people ... those innocent people to die. He ran, ran home, tried to fortify what he could in his house. With a Marlin 1894 CB .44 in hand and a mediocre stash of foodstuff, he held out for a good week before venturing out. In a mass zombie wave, he found himself ending up at a convenience store which where he is present.  

 
Abilities: Doctor: can heal non-nano illnesses, can fashion mediocre explosives from knowledge of medicine. Fair shot and is quick-witted.

 

Weapons: Marlin 1894CB .44

                 Aluminum Baseball Bat
 
Current Stock of Medicine:

  • Oxycodone
  • Morphine
  • Valium 
  • Hydrocodone/Acetaminophen (Vicodin)
  • Aspirin
  • Ibuprofen
  • IV Fluid
  • Vecuronium 
  • Epinephrine
  • Hydrocortisone
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Name: Zephir Sokolovskii 
Age: 36
Race: Wolf
Origin: Katina 
Sex: Male
Height: 6 Feet 1 Inch
Weight: 203 Lbs
Build: Strong
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Fur Color: Darker Brown
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

 

Personality: Silent and observing, Kind and Violent

 

Occupation: Post-Cornelia Quantum Physicist, Tactical Adviser, Moderate Ship Technician

 

Background: Zephir grew up on the Katrina frontier. His family were farmers near one of the inland lake. He learned the lay of the land and how to fight but the sky always fascinated him. One day, the farm was attacked by bandits, the village he lived in burned. Zephir ran to one of the nearby Military outpost and made a trip to Cornelia where he spent the rest of his childhood. Later he bacame on one of UoC's best professors. A highly skilled scientist and an advocate in exploratory research into the knowledge of space and how it works. He's also one of the writers on the Oposa-Hemingway Theorem; which dictates under correct circumstances a object can escape the event horizon only when space-time has been shifted to the extent that the gravitational pull of a Black Hole is offset by the lack of pull from one direction of the object falling into the Black Hole. (Basically just popping a Wormhole behind a ship and letting it fall in.) He also worked on Warp-jumping for smaller objects and people. The end result worked but too expensive for mass-production, not even the military could size up for it.

 

Over time he became bored. The university never had enough funds to support his research or Space travel as he would have wanted. He began thinking on how he could complete his work and enjoy himself in the process. Oh wait... the CDF. Yeah, physicist gone wild. He joined up to become a space pilot. However that didn't satisfy him. He moved onto tactical training and became a strategist. He worked with Bill Grey and composed specialized flight patterns for the Husky and Bulldog squads, completely unique and solid. Once the Venom wars were over, there was nothing for him to strive for. What would the army do now? So he left again. Stealing a fighter from the CDF, which made him a semi-outlaw (the CDF didn't like it but figured he maybe deserved if for some of his work. Still considered it illegal.) From there we worked stick jobs using his fighter for whoever had the most pay. He would use this to pay off his experimental supplies and to repair his ship if needed. 

 

Then he met a renegade ship. Curiosity over took him as he warped over to this ship. Later learning it was a mercenary group. Not even thinking twice, he wanted to sign up. The first words anyone hear from him once his initial jump were, "I want in."

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