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Sample CS is up! And he's a jerk!
Name: John Smith Alias: That Man, That Bastard Gender: Male Theme: Promised Land Age: 66 Frozen Age: 38 Anima: Judeca Origin: Camus Orion Second Heart: Type Solomon Jack has the ability to 'infuse' his HGE to inanimate objects and control them from afar. These objects could then serve as either ranged weapon or even diversion so that he and his comrades could escape while the enemy busy themselves with the HGE-charged decoys. Attributes: Might: D+ > C (Red here indicates the bonus from origin. Camus Orion provides 1 rank up for both Might and Compatibility) Finesse: C+ Compatibility: C > C+ Personality: If you need to describe John in one word, 'Cold' would be the most accurate one. As a strategist, John had decided to keep everybody an arms-reach at all times. He fully realizes that he would one day send his men to their death, and it would be easier for both party if they keep their relationship shallow and professional. Many hates him for that, but he does not seem to care. In fact, it seemed that the only thing he cared was how to effectively and efficiently kill as many Etranger as possible. Bio: Born in the western fringe city of Nibel also known as Schala, John is no stranger to war and bloodshed, even from the early age. Just like any other kid born there, he was told the tales of the Astreas and their first descendant, Garven the Brave, who also happened to be born here in Schala. As a result, he, just like the other boys of his age, harbors a great deal of admiration to these heroes of humanity and aspire to be a part of the Army of Men. With that burning passion in mind, John began to do whatever he could to bolster his ability and knowledge of warfare in preparation of his future service to the mankind. By the age of 14, he was already a member of the Schala Military Academy, an office set by the Council of War to draft and train potential and willing Anima candidates. Three years later, at the age of 17, he took the final aptitude test.. And aced it, placing on fourth place in the over all result. This.. Had proven to be a nightmare for him. He had forgotten. He had studied and trained so hard that he had ignored the new rules that the Supreme Commander had issued: that the top 10%, both men and women, are not allowed to undergo the Anima Transformation Procedure, and are required to join the offices under the Council of Preservation instead. His dreams, his lifelong aspiration, now lost thanks to his hard works to attain it. What went wrong? Sure, he understood the fact that it would benefit humanity as a whole more if he would stay human and ensure the strength of the next generation instead of spending his life on the battlefield, but was that what he was born to do? Was that what he really wanted? The answer, of course, was a no. He wanted to contribute to humanity's effort to quell the Etrangers, but not in this way. He wanted to stand in the front line, risking his life together with his comrades and weave an epic tale to pass on to the later generation. He did not want to rot away as a 'normal civilian', no! He wanted to be a hero, just like Garven Soleg. Was that too much to ask? Was it too much of a taboo to bend the rules just this one time? Sadly, the answer was 'yes'. Bending the rules once would mean that they will be bent more in the future. He knew that, and he realized that there was nothing he could do to fight his fate. Thus, he finally surrendered and decided to do the closest thing he could do to fulfill his lost dream: to be an instructor in the military academy. It did not take long for him to be accepted as one, and his life as an 'ordinary civilian' starts there. He lived peacefully for another ten years or so, fell in love, get married, and even have two children. Twenty years passed and he had finally come to believe that his current life is a blessing. He had finally grown to love his life, his new family, and all the things he would never acquire as an Anima.. Before life pulled the dirty trick on him once again. That night, 28 years ago, Schala was assaulted by a massive horde of Devourers and Harvesters. Their army was sent to the battlefield just a few hours ago and would not be able to make it back on time. The reserves that stayed behind to safeguard the city did their best to hold the horde off till reinforcements could arrive, but they were slowly losing ground against the numberless enemies they faced. Fearing for the lives of his wife and children, John did the worst thing the old him would consider: to flee from their invaders. He took whatever armors he could get his hands on, and equipped his family with them while he prepared for their escape. Once he made sure the path was clear, John took his family and rushed to the city's hidden military tunnel, dug and built to carry armaments to and from Nibel and the frontlines. It was a taboo to use said tunnel for personal transport, as it would hinder its initial purpose, but John was desperate to save his family. They are his world now, and he would do anything to save their lives. Which was probably why life decided to pull yet another hand on him. As it turned out, there were a small detachment of Etrangers that had managed to slip past the guards and headed towards said tunnel. A group of two Devourers and half a dozen of Harvesters, to be exact. Four humans, two of which were not even able to handle the weight of guns, against twice as much Etrangers that had just killed the gate sentry. The scenario could not look any worse than that. With no other choice, John charged towards the Etrangers with whatever weapon he could find laying around near the tunnels. Not wanting to leave their husband and father behind, his wife and kids soon followed his steps and entered into the fray in a blind fury. They managed to break through the alien's rank with their charge, and entered the tunnel's mouth. The thing is, with John's hands full fighting the Etrangers, he could not open the gate, as they require his fingerprints as a higher up of the Military Academy to access. And of course, he could not leave the fighting to his wife and children. In other words, they were stuck in that hellhole. Unwavering, cold steel gate on their back, and deadly maws of the dreaded alien just inches away from their face. The next thing John could remember, was an unfamiliar ceiling he saw upon waking up. It was not his house, nor was it the Military Academy building. No, he was transported to the nearest hospital and was given the emergency Anima Transformation Procedure to safe his life. As the military stated, he was found fighting against a group of Etrangers in front of the transport tunnel with only three subordinates with him, two of which were clearly too young to be a part of the military. He was the sole survivor, and the rest of his men did not make it till reinforcement could arrive. He, himself, was also dying of blood loss and spore infection. To prolong his life, and to honor his 'heroic deeds' of defending the crucial gate, the military gifted him with one of their Second Heart implants, and turned him into a Judeca of Camus Orion's bloodline. His 'men' would receive a formal burial in Schala's Military Graveyard, and their names would be annexed forever in the monument of fallen heroes. And that, my friend, is how the John Smith we know today, came to be. Equipment: Standard-Issued Anima Combat Armor Light Sniper Rifle w/ HGE Rounds Lesser Key of Solomon - A deck of 'cards' John always carry in his person. They are actually miniaturized HGE capacitors, and the semblance to a deck of playing cards is John's personal preference. Skills: King of Minds [Lv. 1] Vitrification [Lv. 1] Photographic Memory [Lv. 1] Unused SP: 2 Total SP: 20
Edited by S.S. Fayrbrant, 28 March 2014 - 06:23 PM.
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