Post by Cage on Jul 18, 2003 21:13:44 GMT -5
Name: Ktan
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5 '11
Weight: 145
Affiliation: Underworld
Statistics: Strength 15
Agility 25
Toughness 7
Intelligence 10
Mind 5
Charisma 5
Luck 3
(Note: The man is stronger and faster than any person has a right to be, but his current state means that his body is highly sensative to pain. A gunshot would likely totally incapacitate him despite his spectra through pain shock alone, along with the better than maybe chance of stopping his heart or something equally important.)
Skills:
Skill - Interrogation (physical)
Weapon - Akido
Skill - Helicopter (build/repair)
Skill - Helicopter (Piloting)
Talent - Accelerated Perception
Weapon - Pistols x2
Weapon - Automatic Weapons
Weapon - Heavy Weapons (Direct/Indirect Fire)
Skill - Chess (Strategy)
Weapons:
On his person
A .357 Magnum revolver in his shoulder holdster, two Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistols on his hips. Spectra vest and leggings.
In his duffles
An M2 Browning machine gun (broken down into components) [an M2 is fairly similar to an M60 Machine Gun, if you need a mental picture]
An HK227 (broken down into components)
30 lbs. Semtex.
Enough ammunition to invade France.
Personality:
Ktan can actually be a fairly normal guy. However, considering his current preoocupation with his own emminent death, don't be surprised if he's a little terse. Besides that, though, he's really pretty normal. No, seriously. I mean, as normal as a man that lives outta career as a cybered mercenary can be. He likes chess, he likes not being poor, and he likes good music. He's not a big fan of Umbrella, and is kind of a romantic when it comes down to it, but again, the death thing kind of supercedes all that.
Appearance:
For a nighttime insertion into a heavily guarded compound, Ktan has chosen what most people might choose - black. Lots and lots of black. Boots, gloves, cargo pants, arms belt, standard mercenary fare. Ktan is not as interested in having a style as he is in getting the job done. He can have style at home. Hazel eyes and brown hair kept out of his eyes by a bandana are the only things that never change from one job to the next. He has one tattoo on his right wrist, the roman numerals XIII. All six survivors of the thirteen mercenaries dropped into Germany on an extraction got the tattoo, as a sign of brotherhood and a memory of everything they went through together.
History:
Ktan was, at one point in his life, poor. Very, very poor. A mediocre mercenary at best, his life was one step above your average rent-a-cop. So, when Gossamer Threads, Inc. Offered him the most obscenely attractive employment package he'd ever seen, he jumped on board without even asking what he was signing up for.
He was younger then. And much stupider.
Gossamer Threads was a company that was contracted by several governments for research in nanotechnology, cybertechnology, and MMI (man-machine interface). Ktan was the third person to undergo an MMI implant, and the surgery was successful.
Successful in every way. The only physically obvious change was the circuitry tracings on his arms, legs, and back. Essentially, a stealth bomber's move-by-wire computer system was hardwired into his nervous system.
Shortly after that success, Gossamer Threads appeared on Umbrella's radar. A massive hostile takeover occurred, and Ktan, was assisted by a sympathetic technician who understood what Umbrella would do to him to escape. He fled to Russia. Umbrella disassembled the entire facility and took everything of potential value to another location.
Ktan found work rather easily in the underworld, as his unique situation meant that he was much faster, both in his perceptions and his movements, than any other hired muscle available, especially in his new home, Vogograd.
However, all was not well in escaped-experiment land. While at Gossamer Threads, Ktan had been under constant observation and regular maintenance, in addition to being treated in a bleeding-edge tech medical treatment facility. After about a year without that maintenance he started to notice a growing pain all over his body, like a bruise just under his skin all over. Seeking the educated opinion of a doctor was a little difficult, considering his situation, but ultimately he discovered he was suffering from massive organ failure. Essentially, his body was killing itself. Faced with the prospect of imminent death, his choices were few. He could resign himself and die, or attempt to find the personnel and facilities to fix him. He was on the verge of turning himself over to Umbrella, when an opportunity fell into his lap. One of his employers contacted him with an assignment. Assist in the infiltration of a large Umbrella compound. More specifically, he was to make certain that the specialist, one Rudolph Amberger, completed his mission despite his... dislike... for the operation. Amberger happened to be one of academia's fallen angels, and biologist/cybermancer who had somehow wound up on the wrong side the law. Ktan knew his only chance when he saw it, and took the job. His current assignment is to ensure the successful theft of Umbrella data for his employer. His current mission is to find a way to keep himself alive.
Email: sarcazmoreturns@hotmail.com
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5 '11
Weight: 145
Affiliation: Underworld
Statistics: Strength 15
Agility 25
Toughness 7
Intelligence 10
Mind 5
Charisma 5
Luck 3
(Note: The man is stronger and faster than any person has a right to be, but his current state means that his body is highly sensative to pain. A gunshot would likely totally incapacitate him despite his spectra through pain shock alone, along with the better than maybe chance of stopping his heart or something equally important.)
Skills:
Skill - Interrogation (physical)
Weapon - Akido
Skill - Helicopter (build/repair)
Skill - Helicopter (Piloting)
Talent - Accelerated Perception
Weapon - Pistols x2
Weapon - Automatic Weapons
Weapon - Heavy Weapons (Direct/Indirect Fire)
Skill - Chess (Strategy)
Weapons:
On his person
A .357 Magnum revolver in his shoulder holdster, two Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistols on his hips. Spectra vest and leggings.
In his duffles
An M2 Browning machine gun (broken down into components) [an M2 is fairly similar to an M60 Machine Gun, if you need a mental picture]
An HK227 (broken down into components)
30 lbs. Semtex.
Enough ammunition to invade France.
Personality:
Ktan can actually be a fairly normal guy. However, considering his current preoocupation with his own emminent death, don't be surprised if he's a little terse. Besides that, though, he's really pretty normal. No, seriously. I mean, as normal as a man that lives outta career as a cybered mercenary can be. He likes chess, he likes not being poor, and he likes good music. He's not a big fan of Umbrella, and is kind of a romantic when it comes down to it, but again, the death thing kind of supercedes all that.
Appearance:
For a nighttime insertion into a heavily guarded compound, Ktan has chosen what most people might choose - black. Lots and lots of black. Boots, gloves, cargo pants, arms belt, standard mercenary fare. Ktan is not as interested in having a style as he is in getting the job done. He can have style at home. Hazel eyes and brown hair kept out of his eyes by a bandana are the only things that never change from one job to the next. He has one tattoo on his right wrist, the roman numerals XIII. All six survivors of the thirteen mercenaries dropped into Germany on an extraction got the tattoo, as a sign of brotherhood and a memory of everything they went through together.
History:
Ktan was, at one point in his life, poor. Very, very poor. A mediocre mercenary at best, his life was one step above your average rent-a-cop. So, when Gossamer Threads, Inc. Offered him the most obscenely attractive employment package he'd ever seen, he jumped on board without even asking what he was signing up for.
He was younger then. And much stupider.
Gossamer Threads was a company that was contracted by several governments for research in nanotechnology, cybertechnology, and MMI (man-machine interface). Ktan was the third person to undergo an MMI implant, and the surgery was successful.
Successful in every way. The only physically obvious change was the circuitry tracings on his arms, legs, and back. Essentially, a stealth bomber's move-by-wire computer system was hardwired into his nervous system.
Shortly after that success, Gossamer Threads appeared on Umbrella's radar. A massive hostile takeover occurred, and Ktan, was assisted by a sympathetic technician who understood what Umbrella would do to him to escape. He fled to Russia. Umbrella disassembled the entire facility and took everything of potential value to another location.
Ktan found work rather easily in the underworld, as his unique situation meant that he was much faster, both in his perceptions and his movements, than any other hired muscle available, especially in his new home, Vogograd.
However, all was not well in escaped-experiment land. While at Gossamer Threads, Ktan had been under constant observation and regular maintenance, in addition to being treated in a bleeding-edge tech medical treatment facility. After about a year without that maintenance he started to notice a growing pain all over his body, like a bruise just under his skin all over. Seeking the educated opinion of a doctor was a little difficult, considering his situation, but ultimately he discovered he was suffering from massive organ failure. Essentially, his body was killing itself. Faced with the prospect of imminent death, his choices were few. He could resign himself and die, or attempt to find the personnel and facilities to fix him. He was on the verge of turning himself over to Umbrella, when an opportunity fell into his lap. One of his employers contacted him with an assignment. Assist in the infiltration of a large Umbrella compound. More specifically, he was to make certain that the specialist, one Rudolph Amberger, completed his mission despite his... dislike... for the operation. Amberger happened to be one of academia's fallen angels, and biologist/cybermancer who had somehow wound up on the wrong side the law. Ktan knew his only chance when he saw it, and took the job. His current assignment is to ensure the successful theft of Umbrella data for his employer. His current mission is to find a way to keep himself alive.
Email: sarcazmoreturns@hotmail.com