TheBlackOx

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Appearance: A Beastado that would look human if not for his pointed ears, unnaturally sharp and sturdy nails, narrow pupils and beastly fangs. Roughly 6'1'' in height, dark tanned skin and wild, black hair that reaches a bit past his shoulders. His eyes are light amber in color, almost golden depending on the light.

Wears light and comfortable clothing, namely boots, pants, a shirt, belt and coat, mostly made of leather or cotton, which are colored in mainly brown or white/cream.

Name: Amir

Age: 53

Gender: Male

Occupation: Airship Technician

Contract: Star of Akh'med - The Wandering Disciple

The Star of Akh'med's Contract is as much of a curse as it is a blessing. It's contractor can manipulate any place they've set their feet on, transporting them back to such area, though it takes a great deal of energy depending on how far the site is from the person, and if someone else is taken along, the travel's toll is far heavier, resulting in a coma on the gravest of occasions. The Star of Akh'med's contractor is also bound to wander endlessly, doomed to the fate of never truly belonging anywhere. 

History: 

Born to a wandering tribe of the Vulpos District, Amir's adventurous side had always gotten the best of him as a child, whether it was for sneaking alongside hunts or exploring the arid sands. He led a happy life with his family of mother and two siblings- an older brother and younger sister,- but, after the day his brother went off on his own to Sarkose to join the military forces, things didn't go well. On the day of his first hunt, Amir returns home only to find the slaughtered corpses of his mother and sister, killed by patrolling robots that malfunctioned, or so he was told. Such a traumatic occurrence is bound to leave scars, especially to a child at the age of 18, so since that tragic day, the boy held an unquestionable hatred towards the more 'sentient' machines - such as robots and androids.

Stripped of his family and future, Amir lived on the streets for a while- eating more than questionable food (given that pick-pocketing and thievery don't always work) and sleeping in the most unthinkable of places-, until a man offered him an opportunity: "Work for me, and not only will you be paid, but I shall also provide shelter", said the exotic man, smirking in an attempt to be kind an convince the child. But, smirk or no, Amir had nothing left, and needed to get out of that place, and without a second thought accepted the man's offer.

Taken away to one of the many fleets of Corcoran, Amir's life could be closely compared to that of a slave- The pay was little to nothing, and that was when he worked hard, not to mention he had to sleep in cramped bunk beds that seemed more like boxes than anything else. For years, he worked in the lowest part of that airship, and had only one friend he could count on- a young girl, Lydia, who he came to love. As the years steadily passed, there came a day that Lydia came with surprising news: she was going to be part of an expedition to the Steel Jungle, and was sure that there she'd find the fortune that would get both of them a new beginning. As promising as such a plan sounded, it's appeal faded to Amir, who instead saw the danger an adventure like that posed, yet his stubborn lover would hear none of his pleas, and, as a keepsake, gave him the only thing of her family and past she didn't get rid of, a needle-like sword. "Just until I get back.", were the last words he heard from her, as she never came back.

Working his way up in the ranks of the fleets as both navigator and technician, he abandoned it all when the Machine God made it's appearance. Led by his hatred and sorrow, he didn't hesitate to apply for the Brigade, believing that he might now have a chance at revenge for the future and family denied to him.

Skills: 

Hacking (2)

Weapon Proficiency - Rapier (2)

Eye of the Mind (Fake) (3)

Parkour (3)

Awareness (4)

Monstrous Resilience (4) [Free]

Speedster (4)

King of Conquerors (12)

Weapon: Heirloom Rapier

A sword with a needle-like blade, perfect for thrusting with grace, inscribed with the phrase "Libertas quæ sera tamen". The handle is beautifully made of a long-forgotten metal which is bronze in color, seemingly from the time before the creation of the dome itself. 

Inventory: 

Bag of Money [150]

Flask of Whiskey

Lockpick [3]

Flashlight

Technician's Wrench and Screwdriver

Theme: Big Sky