Zoids: Cataclysm

[Zantetsuken]

Sweet i'll register a CS tonight!

[TheDoctor]

Fantastic!

[Zantetsuken]

Any class is okay? Any weapons so long as loadout is bueno...okay. i can do this. If i make mistakes don't hesitate to call me on it.

[Miss. Bear™]

Yay... :3

[Zantetsuken]

....ok that pedobear....i can't stop laughing...

[Miss. Bear™]

He's watching you sleep

[Ushima]

Another one? Sweet!

[Miss. Bear™]

Yea :3

[Zantetsuken]

Eh...not the creepiest thing watching me sleep...

[Zantetsuken]

((Double post! Sorry if that's non-Kosher))

Name: Cyrus Sigma

Race: Human

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance: Black combat boots, khaki denim pants that are baggy enough to cover the boots to the ankle. Black shirt, a medallion on his neck of a gear, and a clip where it can open up to reveal a picture. Black a-shirt with a red opened button up shirt, carries sunglasses around, as well as a regular pair for when It’s night or he’s indoors. His hair is brown, and short an spiked. A single cut of a goatee on his chin with emerald green eyes. Has a military air to him, but looks laid back. Probably a mercenary.

Zoid: Lightening Saix
– Has retro jets for sprints and acts for agility mounted in rear panels, reinforced shock coils in all four legs, reinforced suspension in hind legs for greater agility, upgraded hull for lighter metal, but same durability, 2 advanced heated conductor strike claw system (front paws), under slung RPG launcher (no tracking system), Back mounted double Vulcan Auto Cannons with Wing support for balance at high speeds. Advanced Tracking system

In effect, this version of the heavily modified Lightening Saix is capable of performing quick feats of agility. While still one of the faster Zoid models, this model sacrificed sound breaking speed for some of the highest agility, capable of performing tighter turns, jumping while prone, and a hull light enough to perform with added stress from battles. The Variant has been used primarily in the wars for assassin missions or strike and fade missions, where more precise striking is required. The added Agility grants it the ability to easily jump as high as the shoulders of an Iron Kong while prone, and can leap over it at max speed.

The biggest weakness of the variant is heavily armed foes such as a cannon tortoise or Rhino models chassis. The heavier fire power usually is dealt with by the high speeds at which the model would run, but the sacrifice to speed means a pilot must be extremely patient and careful with his attack runs as the Vulcan cannon is not the best for dealing with such heavily armored foes.


Personality: He’s a sarcastic, been there, done that attitude men. Your classic knight in sour armor. Has ideals, and has morals, but has been too jaded by the reality of wars and life to let those notions get in the way of living another day. It doesn’t take too much though for him to be a nicer man around you. He’s not a hard ass, just a bit rough at first.

Morals/Beliefs: You never kill a man without giving them your name. You do what is necessary to survive, but no more. Take from the rich, do favors for the poor. And never forget clean underwear. Respect your Zoid and others, and don’t ever under estimate your foe.

Bio: Cyrus was a man with ambition, and ambition was what got him where he was. At a young age he learned how to pilot a Zoid thanks to his mother’s cannon tortoise, modified for heavy construction mind you, and learned the intricate controls of the mechas. In years he eventually enrolled in the town guard and was granted a raptor class Zoid.

It took him only a few days to get used to the controls, and before long he was moving as the lead scout when trouble arrived. Using pack tactics, Cyrus learned the greatness of Zoid battaling, and came up a strong contender. Not wanting to stop there, he rose to a vice captain and was given a stronger Zoid to pilot of the Raptor series.

Alone on a routine patrol, he had encountered a lone Mercenary who piloted a Lightneing Saix. The story could go on for details of how valiantly Cyrus fought, but to be honest, the Mercenary was toying with him, and trashed the Zoid into a Command Freeze. If not for his mother noticing the explosions while working, she wouldn’t have arrived to scare off the Lightening Saix by sneaking up behind it.

Humbled, the boy went home, licked his wounds, and thought hard on the battle. The speed of the Saix was incredible, and nothing this town had could match it. Instead, he looked to the raptor class he had and formulated a new idea. It took months of small alterations from the mechanic, but the Raptor had greater mobility. Confidant, Cyrus stepped out into the desert to find his prey.

It took two weeks, but he found the Saix. Grant it, it was the other way around, but Cyrus would never admit it. The two danced in combat, the Saix’s speed easily overwhelming, but the raptor was far more nimble, making sharper turns than the speed demon could. The battle turned to attrition, a contest of wills to see who would slip first. In a matter of twenty minutes both warrior’s ran out of ammunition. The Saix pulled off, and called Cyrus the winner. In the desert, no ammo might as well have meant no water. The pilot just wanted to prove Cyrus they were better.

A little miffed that it was a stalemate, Cyrus thought it over and chased the Saix to a clearing where it was resting. He found the pilot sitting by a fire with a content smile, and the boy (at the time 16) felt his cheeks turn red. Here she was, a green haired beauty with red eyes waving to him and a body that he thought only pin ups could have. He offered her to join him back to village to resupply for cost.

Days would pass, the two would spar again, and neither one had the other’s number until eventually they called it in the Saix’s favor for the first initial victory. Cyrus would eventually date, fall in love, and marry this mercenary named Steena. Cyrus was on top of the world and Steena supported him as he did her in becoming the head of the town guard.

Seeing an ambitious opportunity to end the raids on their already limited town supply, Cyrus made to ambush the raiders and their wolf units. It was the perfect plan, and the town showed up in force. At first it was easy pickings, but then something bad happened. One of the town guards had tipped the enemy for money and supplies, and they hired a mercenary sniper into their ranks to pick off the pesky lightly armored raptor units. In moments of the opening salvo the town guard was decimated, and all that was left was the dodgy Cyrus and his wife Steena, who was too fast. They retreated to a canyon where Cyrus raged at the loss of his friends and companions. Steena comforted him that night before they made way to head back to their home.

In the morning the mercenary had camped outside their mountain, and when Steena woke up she was covered in a hood, easily confused for Cyrus for it was his jacket that kept her naked body warm in the night. She had died without a word, her body hitting the ground. Then, the Raptor Cyrus piloted was shot in the command pod, and the thing was utterly useless, locked in a command freeze. Cyrus had no choice but to jump into the Lightening Saix. He ran away from his wife’s body, his town, and his home crying and screaming as shot after shot hounded him until he used his booster to get away.

Years would pass, the lightening Saix his wife owned now all the property he had left. The town he lived in was trashed in retaliation by the raiders and his mother was gunned down. He took the Zoid to another well established town, and sold off parts of the Saix to pay for repairs. He lost the Jet booster and two of the claw strike systems, but he cared not. He went back into the desert and found the Gun Sniper used to kill his past. Needless to say, it was over quickly. With the Gun Sniper sold he modified the Saix to his vision, and became a mercenary doing assassination missions against bandit war lords or other gigs that came his way. He was a good pilot, but the ambition that once drove Cyrus died that day his wife and friends did.

Cyrus is no longer concerned with ambition. Now, he makes life easy by living easy, and keeping the Zoid he pilots in top condition as if it were his wife. To him, it is…



((Rip me apart guys, help me fit what you're looking for!))