Post by Evil King Stan on Oct 7, 2007 21:37:33 GMT -5
Right, this will be a collection of a bunch of characters I've created in my years at the GS Haven.
From Burnt Feathers...God this is old.
Name: Masatoshi (Masa for short) Kinjo
Age: 22
Weapon: Twin Pistols
Description: 6'3", Thin. Looks a lot like Spike from Cowboy Bebop. Wears black pants with twin gun holsters low slung on the sides, a white collared shirt (untucked) Black boots and a black leather jacket with a Phoenix insignia on the back in blue.
Magic: Force energy. Can be used to create walls and push people around without physical contact.
Cutscene:
Masa stood in the dusty outskirts of his city. His city was a good way to put it too. He was the leader of the Phoenix Wing...a biker group that controlled the cities underground. They made the world turn in this dusty heap of a city. But lately their control was slipping, he had lost a whole Squadron, what they called their groups, in that explosion in the outer colonies...Other gangs were fighting for control...a new hostility was in the air. He leaned against his bike and gazed at the setting sun...Its bright light faded by the haze in the atmosphere.
He had woken up early that day...slipped out of his room so as to not wake Megumi…His 2nd Squadron Leader and girlfriend. He had felt something in the sunset the day before...a drive. He had left his city...and left Gumi for it but he still didn’t know what it was. No note was needed, he told Gumi that if he was gone she was in charge...She knew how to handle herself. He looked into the bright pinks and oranges...and saw a flicker in the distance. He jumped up and looked long and hard...And there it was. A shadowy figure along the horizon...The sun was almost gone now, and he watched it sink below the horizon and watch the shadow flicker away...He waited. He watched. Bu there was nothing...Then just as he turned to his bike he saw something float by his face...felt it brush against him. A burned feather....
I can't even remember the name of this RPG...
Name: Adam Malacay
Age:22
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Build: Fit but not obscenely muscular.
Personality: Adam is a laid back guy, borderline on apathy. He has a quick temper but is very good at hiding behind a mask of indifference. He likes to dress elegantly, yet casual but doesn't fuss over the state of his appearance.
Looks: Blonde loosely spiked hair, green eyes. Wears black, fitted Kashmir pants. A white undershirt underneath a striking blue, long sleeves dress shirt (Button down, collared) that is untucked with the two top buttons unbuttoned and a grey tie is tied very loosely around the collar. Over it all he wears a unbuttoned, fitted suit jacket which hides the gun holster at his waist. For shoes he wears a pair of black street boots.
Weapons: Berreta 92F Semi-Automatic pistol. (Unless you're lookin for bladed weapons. If you ARE looking for bladed weapons than two double edge 8"daggers)
Short Bio: Adam was born to a family of well-to-do persons in New England. He had access to any and all materialistic things. Money, cars, technology. Adam found, however, that while the material was indeed a good thing to have, it was not everything. He spent a good deal of his short life searching for that special thing that ment more to everyone than money. He wandered aimlessly through life in that search and ran across both the good, and the evil side of the living man...and it was because of one of these run ins with evil that Adam died. He was killed in a gunfight in the projects of New York by a man who both fed on his hate...and was consumed by it. Now with the chance at a second life, Adam hopes to finally find that which he had searched for....cause it sure as Hell wasn't in Heaven
(Not quite so short).
Guardian powers –Telekinesis, Light Manipualtion (Illusions etc) , Empathy (Ability to feel the pain of others and in this case absorb and dispose of it. In other words healing) Pryokinesis or...hell lets go with teleportation.
Cutscene:
Adam shook his head and laughed. His voice echoing off of the dirty walls and high appartment buildings. Around him, three armed men, their dark hearts consumed by a desperate need.
"Wha's so funny?" One man growled raising the blade in his hand threateningly.
"Why you my good friend...And the mask you wear to hide your own bitter self hatred." Adam replied with a smile. Here he was, back in New York, once again assaulted by the poverty and hatred that bred in this city. And once again, his life was threatened by that hatred...only this time there would be no dying, no agony of knowing he had failed as the life blood seeped from his wound. No...not today.
"Wha'd you jus say?" Another man in the shadows asked, again the roughness of his voice showed the ways of his mind.
"I said.."
"You said nothin' rich boy."
"And you ain’t gonna say anythin’ else neither, cause if you do you dead"
"Hmhmhm...heh..hehahahahaha!!!" Again the laughter rung out over the dark of the street, the laugh was warm to this city’s ears...but behind it was a cold, almost twisted meaning.
"Boy if you don shut the f*ck up..."
"You'll kill me? Hmhmhm...Oh you could try...You could try. But I can't be killed no my friends. Not by you...not today"
"F*ck this just kill him and take cash!" The third man was impatient. He took a step forward and raised his blade.
Adam lazily pulled his Berreta from it's holster underneath his jacket, and aimed it at the mans head. He would be murderer stopped dead in his tracks.
"Come friend," Adam said smiling, his tone light and almost cheerfull...then it changed to a darker tone, again that twisted smile came to his half lit face, "Come and meet your maker"
And in that cool calm manner in which he did everything, he shot him in the head. BANG BANG, the first shot was dead center on the man’s forehead. The second shot went through his eye. Blood, brains and bone splattered the wall behind him.
The remaining two attackers stepped back, shocked and stunned by the slow and steady precision of the act. Adam turned to them, slowly and lazily bringing his gun around to point at them...and shot them down in the street.
"Give my regards to St. Peter when he shows you the gates to Hell."
This is from one of Star Sage's (A GS Haven guy) failed works.
Name: Alex Rayne
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark tan, weathered skin. Around 6'5" with long, straight brown hair that is tied back in a loose pony tail and the shinning purple eyes that accompany the profession of Dream Chaser. He usually wears a black shirt and brown pants, which are tucked into a pair of black, shin-high, combat style boots. Over it he has a dusty, faded, black trench coat. A pair of goggles and a black clothe around his neck are used to protect him from the sandstorms and dust of the Wastes. The scabbard for his sword is slung over his shoulder, under the pack he carries
Weapon: Whip-Chain Sword, a double-edged sword that it broken into sections and linked by a flexible and extendable cord. The blade can be locked into place to form a sword or released to form a bladed whip-chain. Magnis helps maintain the bond between the bladed pieces by utilizing magnetic waves to help control the Whip Chain's individual pieces. Its power also manifests itself in waves of electricity that arch through the blade when it is being used.
Spirit Name: Magnis
Spirit of: Lightning and Electricity
Spirit’s Form When Summoned: Magnis looks like multiple pieces of metal that float in the air and are linked together by electric currents. It's pieces can move around to form many different shapes and it attacks by using those pieces combined with its electricity to destroy its opponents.
One of my favorite Characters of all time...mainly because I got to use him so much. Based from the first Dune book...sorta.
Name: Leon Syhn
Age: 28 Born December 12, 9987.
Country: Elder Republic of Narigara, far south of Yotre. It is mainly a costal country due to the harsh desert that forms the majority of its inland territory. Only a few native tribes choose to live in desert. These people are adept survivalists, using their knowledge of nature to literally squeeze every last drop of precious water from the arid desert.
Physical Appearance: Dark skinned and tall, standing at an impressive 6'7" He has a thin, wiry frame that is well structured for speed in the water and on land. Like most of his people he has several darker patches of skin that form odd patterns on his hands. A trait that is well known for being purely Narigarian. His oddity is in his bright blue eyes and long hair, which he ties loosely in a pony tail.
Clothing: Simple and elegant grey robe that fits tightly around the body and allows for much movement and a pair of matching grey pants. He wears a pair of very soft soled light brown boots that leave little or no tracks. On his wrists are a set of leather bracers crafted by some of the finest leather workers in Narigara, which is renowned for its clothing. His hands are bare except for one silver ring on his right hand.
Skills: Skilled in hand to hand combat and knife fighting. He also is rumored to have an almost preternatural ability to persuade people to his side of an argument by "Leaning" on them or focusing his will upon theirs. (Weak Telepathy)
Weapons: Single knife, carved and honed from the tooth of a Wyrm, a massive burrowing animal that senses its prey through vibrations in the ground. The knife is a sacred tool of the Narigarians and if drawn cannot physically be sheathed until it draws blood from either an opponent or from the wielder.
Others: Family is distant but he does enjoy the company of a few select friends. Marinus Ty could be termed as his "best friend" but is more of a partner. Each supports the other almost selflessly in their life. They do not, however, confide in each other. Leon’s confidant is a very young girl who seems blessed with an infinite well of compassion and love. Mika, as this girl is called, is a 15 year old girl from the capital, Yotre, who was sent to live in Narigara with a surrogate family by her father.
Bio: Leon was the child of a statesman in the nation of Narigara. His home country is known for its "Rational" thinking and is one of the last places to resist the Muso Church's Theocratic way of governing. They are a logical and scientific people who have earned to scorn of many of the believers. Leon's powers of persuasion were and invaluable asset to his fathers political career. Even as a young teen Leon was a major player in the political affairs of the Republic. However, his own personal views were always in conflict with his very conservative father. At the age of 17 Leon grew so sick of his father using his abilities to further a cause Leon hated that he abandoned his family and its name. He turned from rich son of a statesman to a street smart urchin in a matter of 3 years. At the age of 20 he was taken in by a man of the local tribes and taught the ways of the desert. For 5 years he studied and trained under the guidance of these desert people. In this space of time he earned the right to carry a Syth Blade, the sacred blade of the desert tribes. Only recently has he returned to the moist climate of the coast...called by some odd impulse that he has never found an explanation.
From a battle Tourny that never even started...still I liked the character.
Name: Galen "Umbrus" Night
Age: 29
Origin: Mars colony (Armored Core 2)
Birthplace: Zio City, Martian Colonial city controlled solely by the Zio Matrix Corporation
Current Residence: Zio City
Demeanor/Personality: A sarcastic, wise cracking man. He jests at everything and is regarded at a joker amongst his Arena Competitors and friends. However he takes combat, whether it be in an Armored Core or in the flesh, very seriously and undergoes a personality switch when engaging a difficult opponent.
Distinguishing Characteristic(s): 6'4" with striking white hair and bright blue eyes, lending a subtle irony to his pilot Name "Umbrus" and his Last name "Night"
Attire: When not suited up to pilot his AC the "Midnight Sky" he is dressed in a tight fitting white shirt, black pants, tucked into his black combat boots. He has two low slung pistol holsters and a tool bag attached to his belt.
Primary Weapon: Twin Air Compression pistols, designed by Zio Matrix these weapons used an energy suspension and contraction chamber to turn air into almost solid shots. These shots are fired with such force that they send lighter targets flying and leave massive dents in any solid sturdy surface they hit.
Secondary Weapon: The energy based cutting tool in his tool bag can be used as a small blade, cutting through just about anything, included the hulls of ACs.
Fighting Style: He uses his pistols to blast away his target from afar and is a talented marksman. Should he missed or his target still advance He uses his Raven combat training and small blade to defeat his enemy.
Special Abilities: None.
Magic: (optional) Doesn't exist.
Bio: A skilled mechanic and talented Raven. Galen goes by the Pilot alias "Umbrus". His skills as a pilot have earned him and his two partners a reputation as the most deadly trio on Mars. The Three Stages of Darkness, as they're called. Hold the ranks of 2, 3, and 4 in the Martian Arena. As with all Ravens they work for hire and are the most highly sought after and well paid group on Mars.
Galen himself joined the Arena as a fledgling Raven at the age of 15. His age and skill got the notice of the former Ninebreaker Aries. Aries took Galen under his wing and trained the boy to become the lethal pilot he is now. Little is known about Galen but his cynical nature towards life was most probably caused by the amount of death he experienced as such a young Raven.
Cutscene:
Three launch pods touched down on the barren rocky surface of mars. Each one burst apart, revealing the massive 3 1/2 story killing machines inside. Each one standing on two Bipedal legs, huge guns in hand and energy blades mounted on their left arms. Their shoulders housed an arsenal of missile launchers and slug weapons. Each Core gleamed with its internal energy as they scanned the landing zone. Along the horizon a metallic structure loomed...glinting in the Martian Sun
"AC Midnight Sky reporting"
"AC. Twilight reporting"
"AC Falling Star here."
"Target verified...I spot three enemy ACs and a squad of MTs along with a series of defense Cannons around the perimeter..." Galen said through his Com
"Confirmed...7 enemy hostiles on radar and turrets... Any ideas?"
"Our mission says to ignore enemy forces as much as possible...Take out the main structures and jet out."
"Yeah...like Emeraude forces are just going to step aside while we destroy their newly constructed base...Take out the Enemy hostiles then unload on the base...it's easier that way." Galen said. He raised his main arm weapon and aligned the targeting system to the nearest AC.
"Confirmed lock..."
"I have a confirmed lock on the Quadra-pedal AC...Let’s move. You target the generators to those cannons. I'll draw the enemy away from the base." Galen said.
"Rodger"
"LET’S GO!" He said. He punched his thrusters up and jetted across the dusty ground. His AC skimmed the ground as he raised his Gun to full lock...And fired.
The glowing energy bolt arched from the Barrel of his Karasawa-Mk2 and struck the shoulder mounted particle cannon on one of the enemy ACs. He fired a second shot, this time slamming home straight into the Enemy's central Core. His enemy exploded in a giant fire ball.
The other two AC's turned to their face their attacker. Suddenly Galen’s cockpit lit up bright red as the missile lock on warning blared into his ear. He quickly switched on his Anti-missile defenses before firing three more rounds towards the cluster of MTs and towards the Base. A stray shot struck one of the buildings on the base, lighting it up in ball of flame. The manned MTs turned their weapons to Galen. The whole sky became alive with Missile fire as the remaining two ACs launch salvo after salvo over the Martian terrain. The Midnight Sky's Anti-missile interceptors light up and blasted out shot after shot. Striking one missile after another down in turn.
Galen pushed his controls to their limit as he tried to move as far sideways as possible, all while blasting out interceptors and Mk2 shots. The whole sky was in flames around him and impact shocks from missiles on the ground were rattling his brain.
"This is Twilight, commencing attack on base now, keep them busy."
"Yeah...ARGH...No problem!" Galen shouted into his com. "OVERBOOST ENGAGE!"
Galen's AC rumbled for a moment...then in a sudden burst of speed he jetted from the dust cloud and smoke from the missiles. Galen groaned as the G force slammed him into the back of his seat. He felt like he was sinking into the padding. The Midnight Sky rocketed through a hail storm of machine gun fire towards the two Emeraude ACs.
"TIME TO DIE YOU BASTARDS!!"
The two enemy ACs spilt away from the charging Midnight Sky. Galen caught the first on his left with a fast swipe from his energy blade. The blue beam slashed into the side of the enemy’s main Core and ripped a gaping hole into the metal and gears. Over the COM link he heard the pilot scream as white hot flame engulfed the cockpit. The Midnight swerved and turned to face the other AC which was approaching at insane speeds.
"Your turn!" said a sinister voice across the Com. Galen smiled wickedly as he watched his enemy fly towards him.
"I don't think so..." He said. He aimed the Karasawa and fired off another set of shots. The Emeraude AC dodged both shots and put its machine gun to bear. Bullets ripped from the barrel and hit all over the Midnight. Metal shards chipped off from the Midnights hull as Galen boosted it out of the line of fire and returned fire. Each shot he fired missed by barely a meter.
"Damn...Why wont you DIE?!" Galen growled in frustration. He dodged each burst of Machine gun fire and tried to keep hi distance from his enemy's energy blade.
"You first Raven Scum!"
"What?!"
Galen almost stopped short from surprise...this was no Raven he was fighting...it was a Frightener. In his moment of shock the enemy closed the gap between them and slashed out with his blade. The red beam struck the Midnight's right shoulder, tearing the hull along the side of the core and shattering Galen’s gun arm.
Galen's cockpit lit up an a shower of sparks and electrical shorts as he spun the torn Midnight to the right around the side of the enemy AC while he lashed out with his own blade...The Blue beam struck something and them passed out into open air. He spun to face the backside of the frightener...and watched the top half of the AC's head slide off...severed from its base.
"DIE!" Galen screamed as he thrust his blade into the back of the Frightener...straight into the generator. The Frightener's AC exploded with the power of a small nuclear bomb. The Midnight was blown backwards several hundred meters before Galen could get control of it again. He set down on the steady Martian ground, exhausted and severely damaged .
Galen inhaled deeply...then turned towards the Emeraude base.
Frighteners...Here?
From Burnt Feathers...God this is old.
Name: Masatoshi (Masa for short) Kinjo
Age: 22
Weapon: Twin Pistols
Description: 6'3", Thin. Looks a lot like Spike from Cowboy Bebop. Wears black pants with twin gun holsters low slung on the sides, a white collared shirt (untucked) Black boots and a black leather jacket with a Phoenix insignia on the back in blue.
Magic: Force energy. Can be used to create walls and push people around without physical contact.
Cutscene:
Masa stood in the dusty outskirts of his city. His city was a good way to put it too. He was the leader of the Phoenix Wing...a biker group that controlled the cities underground. They made the world turn in this dusty heap of a city. But lately their control was slipping, he had lost a whole Squadron, what they called their groups, in that explosion in the outer colonies...Other gangs were fighting for control...a new hostility was in the air. He leaned against his bike and gazed at the setting sun...Its bright light faded by the haze in the atmosphere.
He had woken up early that day...slipped out of his room so as to not wake Megumi…His 2nd Squadron Leader and girlfriend. He had felt something in the sunset the day before...a drive. He had left his city...and left Gumi for it but he still didn’t know what it was. No note was needed, he told Gumi that if he was gone she was in charge...She knew how to handle herself. He looked into the bright pinks and oranges...and saw a flicker in the distance. He jumped up and looked long and hard...And there it was. A shadowy figure along the horizon...The sun was almost gone now, and he watched it sink below the horizon and watch the shadow flicker away...He waited. He watched. Bu there was nothing...Then just as he turned to his bike he saw something float by his face...felt it brush against him. A burned feather....
I can't even remember the name of this RPG...
Name: Adam Malacay
Age:22
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Build: Fit but not obscenely muscular.
Personality: Adam is a laid back guy, borderline on apathy. He has a quick temper but is very good at hiding behind a mask of indifference. He likes to dress elegantly, yet casual but doesn't fuss over the state of his appearance.
Looks: Blonde loosely spiked hair, green eyes. Wears black, fitted Kashmir pants. A white undershirt underneath a striking blue, long sleeves dress shirt (Button down, collared) that is untucked with the two top buttons unbuttoned and a grey tie is tied very loosely around the collar. Over it all he wears a unbuttoned, fitted suit jacket which hides the gun holster at his waist. For shoes he wears a pair of black street boots.
Weapons: Berreta 92F Semi-Automatic pistol. (Unless you're lookin for bladed weapons. If you ARE looking for bladed weapons than two double edge 8"daggers)
Short Bio: Adam was born to a family of well-to-do persons in New England. He had access to any and all materialistic things. Money, cars, technology. Adam found, however, that while the material was indeed a good thing to have, it was not everything. He spent a good deal of his short life searching for that special thing that ment more to everyone than money. He wandered aimlessly through life in that search and ran across both the good, and the evil side of the living man...and it was because of one of these run ins with evil that Adam died. He was killed in a gunfight in the projects of New York by a man who both fed on his hate...and was consumed by it. Now with the chance at a second life, Adam hopes to finally find that which he had searched for....cause it sure as Hell wasn't in Heaven
(Not quite so short).
Guardian powers –Telekinesis, Light Manipualtion (Illusions etc) , Empathy (Ability to feel the pain of others and in this case absorb and dispose of it. In other words healing) Pryokinesis or...hell lets go with teleportation.
Cutscene:
Adam shook his head and laughed. His voice echoing off of the dirty walls and high appartment buildings. Around him, three armed men, their dark hearts consumed by a desperate need.
"Wha's so funny?" One man growled raising the blade in his hand threateningly.
"Why you my good friend...And the mask you wear to hide your own bitter self hatred." Adam replied with a smile. Here he was, back in New York, once again assaulted by the poverty and hatred that bred in this city. And once again, his life was threatened by that hatred...only this time there would be no dying, no agony of knowing he had failed as the life blood seeped from his wound. No...not today.
"Wha'd you jus say?" Another man in the shadows asked, again the roughness of his voice showed the ways of his mind.
"I said.."
"You said nothin' rich boy."
"And you ain’t gonna say anythin’ else neither, cause if you do you dead"
"Hmhmhm...heh..hehahahahaha!!!" Again the laughter rung out over the dark of the street, the laugh was warm to this city’s ears...but behind it was a cold, almost twisted meaning.
"Boy if you don shut the f*ck up..."
"You'll kill me? Hmhmhm...Oh you could try...You could try. But I can't be killed no my friends. Not by you...not today"
"F*ck this just kill him and take cash!" The third man was impatient. He took a step forward and raised his blade.
Adam lazily pulled his Berreta from it's holster underneath his jacket, and aimed it at the mans head. He would be murderer stopped dead in his tracks.
"Come friend," Adam said smiling, his tone light and almost cheerfull...then it changed to a darker tone, again that twisted smile came to his half lit face, "Come and meet your maker"
And in that cool calm manner in which he did everything, he shot him in the head. BANG BANG, the first shot was dead center on the man’s forehead. The second shot went through his eye. Blood, brains and bone splattered the wall behind him.
The remaining two attackers stepped back, shocked and stunned by the slow and steady precision of the act. Adam turned to them, slowly and lazily bringing his gun around to point at them...and shot them down in the street.
"Give my regards to St. Peter when he shows you the gates to Hell."
This is from one of Star Sage's (A GS Haven guy) failed works.
Name: Alex Rayne
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark tan, weathered skin. Around 6'5" with long, straight brown hair that is tied back in a loose pony tail and the shinning purple eyes that accompany the profession of Dream Chaser. He usually wears a black shirt and brown pants, which are tucked into a pair of black, shin-high, combat style boots. Over it he has a dusty, faded, black trench coat. A pair of goggles and a black clothe around his neck are used to protect him from the sandstorms and dust of the Wastes. The scabbard for his sword is slung over his shoulder, under the pack he carries
Weapon: Whip-Chain Sword, a double-edged sword that it broken into sections and linked by a flexible and extendable cord. The blade can be locked into place to form a sword or released to form a bladed whip-chain. Magnis helps maintain the bond between the bladed pieces by utilizing magnetic waves to help control the Whip Chain's individual pieces. Its power also manifests itself in waves of electricity that arch through the blade when it is being used.
Spirit Name: Magnis
Spirit of: Lightning and Electricity
Spirit’s Form When Summoned: Magnis looks like multiple pieces of metal that float in the air and are linked together by electric currents. It's pieces can move around to form many different shapes and it attacks by using those pieces combined with its electricity to destroy its opponents.
One of my favorite Characters of all time...mainly because I got to use him so much. Based from the first Dune book...sorta.
Name: Leon Syhn
Age: 28 Born December 12, 9987.
Country: Elder Republic of Narigara, far south of Yotre. It is mainly a costal country due to the harsh desert that forms the majority of its inland territory. Only a few native tribes choose to live in desert. These people are adept survivalists, using their knowledge of nature to literally squeeze every last drop of precious water from the arid desert.
Physical Appearance: Dark skinned and tall, standing at an impressive 6'7" He has a thin, wiry frame that is well structured for speed in the water and on land. Like most of his people he has several darker patches of skin that form odd patterns on his hands. A trait that is well known for being purely Narigarian. His oddity is in his bright blue eyes and long hair, which he ties loosely in a pony tail.
Clothing: Simple and elegant grey robe that fits tightly around the body and allows for much movement and a pair of matching grey pants. He wears a pair of very soft soled light brown boots that leave little or no tracks. On his wrists are a set of leather bracers crafted by some of the finest leather workers in Narigara, which is renowned for its clothing. His hands are bare except for one silver ring on his right hand.
Skills: Skilled in hand to hand combat and knife fighting. He also is rumored to have an almost preternatural ability to persuade people to his side of an argument by "Leaning" on them or focusing his will upon theirs. (Weak Telepathy)
Weapons: Single knife, carved and honed from the tooth of a Wyrm, a massive burrowing animal that senses its prey through vibrations in the ground. The knife is a sacred tool of the Narigarians and if drawn cannot physically be sheathed until it draws blood from either an opponent or from the wielder.
Others: Family is distant but he does enjoy the company of a few select friends. Marinus Ty could be termed as his "best friend" but is more of a partner. Each supports the other almost selflessly in their life. They do not, however, confide in each other. Leon’s confidant is a very young girl who seems blessed with an infinite well of compassion and love. Mika, as this girl is called, is a 15 year old girl from the capital, Yotre, who was sent to live in Narigara with a surrogate family by her father.
Bio: Leon was the child of a statesman in the nation of Narigara. His home country is known for its "Rational" thinking and is one of the last places to resist the Muso Church's Theocratic way of governing. They are a logical and scientific people who have earned to scorn of many of the believers. Leon's powers of persuasion were and invaluable asset to his fathers political career. Even as a young teen Leon was a major player in the political affairs of the Republic. However, his own personal views were always in conflict with his very conservative father. At the age of 17 Leon grew so sick of his father using his abilities to further a cause Leon hated that he abandoned his family and its name. He turned from rich son of a statesman to a street smart urchin in a matter of 3 years. At the age of 20 he was taken in by a man of the local tribes and taught the ways of the desert. For 5 years he studied and trained under the guidance of these desert people. In this space of time he earned the right to carry a Syth Blade, the sacred blade of the desert tribes. Only recently has he returned to the moist climate of the coast...called by some odd impulse that he has never found an explanation.
From a battle Tourny that never even started...still I liked the character.
Name: Galen "Umbrus" Night
Age: 29
Origin: Mars colony (Armored Core 2)
Birthplace: Zio City, Martian Colonial city controlled solely by the Zio Matrix Corporation
Current Residence: Zio City
Demeanor/Personality: A sarcastic, wise cracking man. He jests at everything and is regarded at a joker amongst his Arena Competitors and friends. However he takes combat, whether it be in an Armored Core or in the flesh, very seriously and undergoes a personality switch when engaging a difficult opponent.
Distinguishing Characteristic(s): 6'4" with striking white hair and bright blue eyes, lending a subtle irony to his pilot Name "Umbrus" and his Last name "Night"
Attire: When not suited up to pilot his AC the "Midnight Sky" he is dressed in a tight fitting white shirt, black pants, tucked into his black combat boots. He has two low slung pistol holsters and a tool bag attached to his belt.
Primary Weapon: Twin Air Compression pistols, designed by Zio Matrix these weapons used an energy suspension and contraction chamber to turn air into almost solid shots. These shots are fired with such force that they send lighter targets flying and leave massive dents in any solid sturdy surface they hit.
Secondary Weapon: The energy based cutting tool in his tool bag can be used as a small blade, cutting through just about anything, included the hulls of ACs.
Fighting Style: He uses his pistols to blast away his target from afar and is a talented marksman. Should he missed or his target still advance He uses his Raven combat training and small blade to defeat his enemy.
Special Abilities: None.
Magic: (optional) Doesn't exist.
Bio: A skilled mechanic and talented Raven. Galen goes by the Pilot alias "Umbrus". His skills as a pilot have earned him and his two partners a reputation as the most deadly trio on Mars. The Three Stages of Darkness, as they're called. Hold the ranks of 2, 3, and 4 in the Martian Arena. As with all Ravens they work for hire and are the most highly sought after and well paid group on Mars.
Galen himself joined the Arena as a fledgling Raven at the age of 15. His age and skill got the notice of the former Ninebreaker Aries. Aries took Galen under his wing and trained the boy to become the lethal pilot he is now. Little is known about Galen but his cynical nature towards life was most probably caused by the amount of death he experienced as such a young Raven.
Cutscene:
Three launch pods touched down on the barren rocky surface of mars. Each one burst apart, revealing the massive 3 1/2 story killing machines inside. Each one standing on two Bipedal legs, huge guns in hand and energy blades mounted on their left arms. Their shoulders housed an arsenal of missile launchers and slug weapons. Each Core gleamed with its internal energy as they scanned the landing zone. Along the horizon a metallic structure loomed...glinting in the Martian Sun
"AC Midnight Sky reporting"
"AC. Twilight reporting"
"AC Falling Star here."
"Target verified...I spot three enemy ACs and a squad of MTs along with a series of defense Cannons around the perimeter..." Galen said through his Com
"Confirmed...7 enemy hostiles on radar and turrets... Any ideas?"
"Our mission says to ignore enemy forces as much as possible...Take out the main structures and jet out."
"Yeah...like Emeraude forces are just going to step aside while we destroy their newly constructed base...Take out the Enemy hostiles then unload on the base...it's easier that way." Galen said. He raised his main arm weapon and aligned the targeting system to the nearest AC.
"Confirmed lock..."
"I have a confirmed lock on the Quadra-pedal AC...Let’s move. You target the generators to those cannons. I'll draw the enemy away from the base." Galen said.
"Rodger"
"LET’S GO!" He said. He punched his thrusters up and jetted across the dusty ground. His AC skimmed the ground as he raised his Gun to full lock...And fired.
The glowing energy bolt arched from the Barrel of his Karasawa-Mk2 and struck the shoulder mounted particle cannon on one of the enemy ACs. He fired a second shot, this time slamming home straight into the Enemy's central Core. His enemy exploded in a giant fire ball.
The other two AC's turned to their face their attacker. Suddenly Galen’s cockpit lit up bright red as the missile lock on warning blared into his ear. He quickly switched on his Anti-missile defenses before firing three more rounds towards the cluster of MTs and towards the Base. A stray shot struck one of the buildings on the base, lighting it up in ball of flame. The manned MTs turned their weapons to Galen. The whole sky became alive with Missile fire as the remaining two ACs launch salvo after salvo over the Martian terrain. The Midnight Sky's Anti-missile interceptors light up and blasted out shot after shot. Striking one missile after another down in turn.
Galen pushed his controls to their limit as he tried to move as far sideways as possible, all while blasting out interceptors and Mk2 shots. The whole sky was in flames around him and impact shocks from missiles on the ground were rattling his brain.
"This is Twilight, commencing attack on base now, keep them busy."
"Yeah...ARGH...No problem!" Galen shouted into his com. "OVERBOOST ENGAGE!"
Galen's AC rumbled for a moment...then in a sudden burst of speed he jetted from the dust cloud and smoke from the missiles. Galen groaned as the G force slammed him into the back of his seat. He felt like he was sinking into the padding. The Midnight Sky rocketed through a hail storm of machine gun fire towards the two Emeraude ACs.
"TIME TO DIE YOU BASTARDS!!"
The two enemy ACs spilt away from the charging Midnight Sky. Galen caught the first on his left with a fast swipe from his energy blade. The blue beam slashed into the side of the enemy’s main Core and ripped a gaping hole into the metal and gears. Over the COM link he heard the pilot scream as white hot flame engulfed the cockpit. The Midnight swerved and turned to face the other AC which was approaching at insane speeds.
"Your turn!" said a sinister voice across the Com. Galen smiled wickedly as he watched his enemy fly towards him.
"I don't think so..." He said. He aimed the Karasawa and fired off another set of shots. The Emeraude AC dodged both shots and put its machine gun to bear. Bullets ripped from the barrel and hit all over the Midnight. Metal shards chipped off from the Midnights hull as Galen boosted it out of the line of fire and returned fire. Each shot he fired missed by barely a meter.
"Damn...Why wont you DIE?!" Galen growled in frustration. He dodged each burst of Machine gun fire and tried to keep hi distance from his enemy's energy blade.
"You first Raven Scum!"
"What?!"
Galen almost stopped short from surprise...this was no Raven he was fighting...it was a Frightener. In his moment of shock the enemy closed the gap between them and slashed out with his blade. The red beam struck the Midnight's right shoulder, tearing the hull along the side of the core and shattering Galen’s gun arm.
Galen's cockpit lit up an a shower of sparks and electrical shorts as he spun the torn Midnight to the right around the side of the enemy AC while he lashed out with his own blade...The Blue beam struck something and them passed out into open air. He spun to face the backside of the frightener...and watched the top half of the AC's head slide off...severed from its base.
"DIE!" Galen screamed as he thrust his blade into the back of the Frightener...straight into the generator. The Frightener's AC exploded with the power of a small nuclear bomb. The Midnight was blown backwards several hundred meters before Galen could get control of it again. He set down on the steady Martian ground, exhausted and severely damaged .
Galen inhaled deeply...then turned towards the Emeraude base.
Frighteners...Here?