【Creation Modern Trilogy 】『Character Bios』

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• Benajah Sampson Nethersole - Trials in the Sky
• Konick Solomon - Haelorin Saga: Sanctuary Shatters
• Reward Pera - The Charon's Coin
• Fernmar Wilans - Star Wars: A Broken Galaxy
• Alden Clarke & Adolphus Clarke - In Sheep's Clothing
• Matsunaga Tokichiro - Mystics: The Past Never Dies 「Season 1」
• Adrianus Liberalis - Warhammer 40k: The Silent Forge
• Sìomon MacRoibeirt - Supers on Strike
• Myself - RPApocalypse: Entropy

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• Yerchakim - The Black Horde
• Fukunaga Naomichi - Brotherhood of Iron: Book 1 - Betrayed
• Bearnard Sgèin - Reality Bites (Still Alive)
• Angdra Penelo Skelvesi - Kill Field

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❖↱trials in the sky↲
▒❥ Benajah Sampson Nethersole
▒❥ Thirty-Two
▒❥ Airship Captain
▒❥ Avalon Hoef
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◣*( THIS IS REAL˟ ◞ THIS IS ME)₀₁

✖.┋⊰ ˚ full name. ◞• ──── Benajah Sampson Nethersole

✖.┋⊰ ˚ nickname. ◞• ──── The Clunkard

✖.┋⊰ ˚ gender. ◞• ──── Male

✖.┋⊰ ˚ age. ◞• ──── Thirty-Two

✖.┋⊰ ˚ sexuality. ◞• ──── Heterosexual

✖.┋⊰ ˚ occupation. ◞• ──── Airship Captain



◣*( DIVE IN A LITTLE ˟ ◞ DEEPER)₀₁

✖.┋⊰ ˚ biography. ◞• ──── Benajah was born into a family whose occupation were mechanics. Benajah, at a very young age, found interest mechanical objects and contraptions. He would often include himself in various activities involving wielding, construction, and testing. He, eventually, followed the profession with his late father - Charles Artemus Granger. At this time, his biological father - Elias Bradley Nethersole - was deceased under the realm of some sort of sickness that neither Benajah's mother - Josephine Petronilla Nethersole (Maiden Name: Cadwell) - nor Elias' side of the family knew how Elias got sick. So Josephine, now married to another man who was - coincidentally - also a mechanic, went on knowing always keep building and engineering more contraptions for him.

With that aside, Benajah went through life receiving a minimal amount of knowledge and expertise in the field of aerial contraptions. He found more interest in flying machinery that can sail amongst the clouds. This passion sort of developed into a calling where he would find all the available outlets that could produce more for his calling. He eventually came across the Aerial Navy.

After participating in the Aerial Navy for some time, he quickly rose through the ranks and eventually acquired his own airship. This was to be the highlight of his life, since all he wanted to do was fly. It took him years to achieve this moment, but he got here and he was content. Nothing else really bothered him - he didn't have a wife nor did he have any children to call his own. He was essentially content with the aspect of flying an airship he calls, "Bertha's Alcoholic".



◣*( A FEW OF MY ˟ ◞ FAVORITE THINGS)₀₁

✖.┋⊰ ˚ like. ◞• ──── Mechanical Machines

✖.┋⊰ ˚ like. ◞• ──── Airships

✖.┋⊰ ˚ like. ◞• ──── Reading

✖.┋⊰ ˚ like. ◞• ──── Punny Humor

✖.┋⊰ ˚ like. ◞• ──── Dragons and their riders



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✖.┋⊰ ˚ dislike. ◞• ──── Arrogance

✖.┋⊰ ˚ dislike. ◞• ──── Extreme Prejudice

✖.┋⊰ ˚ dislike. ◞• ──── Unintentional and Unjustified Violence

✖.┋⊰ ˚ dislike. ◞• ──── Ignorance

✖.┋⊰ ˚ dislike. ◞• ──── Racial Intolerant People

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Konick Salomon is a old, and withered, man who stands at 5'6 and carries a beard that is white as snow. Having been well into his fifty his skin is rather old withered, but still retains some distinctive facial features such as a scar across his left cheek and a birth mark atop his the right side of his forehead. His hands aren't that large and his feet can slip into men's 12s. His weight, being a man who sits around a studies all day, is at about 178 in pounds. He has broad shoulders and slight hunch on his back for he is never really standing up fully - he's typically seen hunched over engulfed in his work. His eyebrows aren't too bushy and they aren't too trimmed - they're perfectly in the middle. His beard takes up most his neck and chin with his hair, also as white as snow, merging with the beard at some areas.

Name: Konick Salomon
Titles or Ranks: Baron
Race: Human
Nationality: Eresia
Age: 61

Weapons: He Doesn't Even Think Of Violence

Creed: "Through wisdom and strength."

Personality: Konick is cynical at heart. His only focus is on the study of magic and the [currently] unknown nature of magic. The way he denies social interactions is when he would lock himself in his studies and read for hours on end trying to connect one thing to another and then documenting it to send to the Erasian College for further studies by the professors who teach the Highborns there. Whenever he is pushed to appear before others at meetings or social gatherings he is forced to put a facade of politeness and mannerisms in order to keep himself from sprouting words of harsh understandings. In this facade he is nothing more than a kind old man with a heart of gold. However on the other hand, when he is not putting on this facade, is quite a stuck-up gentleman with an attitude to boot. If you're not directly involved in his studies you are of no use to him. You'll likely be cast aside. However with his bad mouth, bad attitude, and cynical personality he does not think once of violence or anything of violence. He's a pacifist, and a crude one at that. He'll solve a matter quickly and diplomatically with rational thought and persuasion. If that doesn't work then he'll drop the matter completely and move on - because he detest violence so much and wouldn't risk breaking such an oath.


Skills and Talents:

• Adept In Magical Phenomenon: Having been studying the mysterious phenomenon of magic he has come to the basic understanding of magic and can teach said understanding to those who do not know of such an understanding. He understands the basic nature of alchemy, and other forms of magic that are currently within the grasp of the sentient beings of this planet.
• Fluent Writer: Having been taught how to write by his late father, Konick has been writing all his life and has received standard and advance skills in writing literacy. He has wrote books, however only twelve to date, poems, instruction manuals, three to date, and other forms of literacy.
• Fluent Speaker: Combinded with the effort of writing, he has also developed a means of speaking fluently and without studdering. He's sometimes called the Man of the Golden Voice because of how well he is able to speak without any hesitation in his voice.

Banes

• He detests violence so much that he is not willing to pick up a sword in the moments of battle and thus could lead to his very demise.
• His inability to be polite around other people, when not in social gatherings, could upset the wrong kinds of people also leading to his demise.
• His lack of maneuverability when studying could pose health concerns. It also could deprive him of sleep of a subject, of magic, that is within his grasp of understanding.

Biography: His ventures started when he came from his mother's womb and into the light of Eresian doctors who were privy enough to tell the newborn's mother that it was, in fact, a son. The mother was filled with joy as she held her newborn son in her arms. This occassion wouldn't be complete without the father who stood at the mother's side. The two, newly elected, parents named their son after a famous scholar of a different, more tangible, name - Konick. Konick Salomon was the boy's name as he was dignified amongst the Salomon family blood-line. A new entry into the blood-line would make the Empress proud. However in the wake of the new entry some stir was made within the Game that was currently being played here in Eresia. Konick was considered a highborn due to his family hierarchical status amongst Eresia and having a new highborn into the family caused some unlikely familial stirs that would later come up in life.

Upon the first stretch of Konick's life, introducing his toddler days, he was robust child with passion for magic. However his mother had warned, many times, of the dangers of using magic without the proper knowledge of the College. This, at time, discouraged Konick from attempting any magical attribute that would of put the young toddler in danger. His mother taught him well, but his mother's teachings hadn't stopped him from finding books on magic and reading them - having no idea what he was reading. At an early age, of about three or four, he was already learning to read from his birth-father but wasn't exactly ontop of the writing portion to his lack of understanding of Eresian literature. As artistic as it was, he could never fully come to terms with what he was doing. He blindly his father's teaching while the mother, or the lady towards the others of the familial standard, was away on business. The birth-father, harboring no name to Konick, was like a brother to the young boy. The birth-father told him all the basics of life and what philosophy it held. He had also read to him tales of the wonder. Mystical creatures and legendary evil-doers who thrived and lived in the time of the Shattering. Upon hearing the tales about the Shattering, Konick couldn't but feel intrigued by the nature of the one who caused such a catastrophic event. The tales, at the same time, caused him fear for he knew nothing of the unpredictability of magic and the sinister power it held.

When the second stretch came for Konick, towards the center of his child years, something tragic happened to his birth-father that he will never forget. A tragic death it was for his birth-father whom Konick never spoke of after his reported death. The news was grim and it was in this sight that his birth-mother knew that Konick's birth-father was involved with some other families and things didn't end too well for him in the end. The birth-father's body was found with several blade wounds to the frontal portion of his body. This meant, to the lady of the family, that he struggled against the aggressor and failed miserably - resulting in the lord's death. The lady was now a widow for her only love was gone forever - lost to the eternal gall that was the afterlife. After the unprecedented death of his birth-father, young Konick took a stand and promised his now deceased birth-father that he will better the family and release all ties with other families that could bring about death - but in the back of his nine year old mind it was impossible, even for him.

The years went by and he eventually entered a prestigous highschool. A school that taught young minds and prepared them for the College that was currently around the corner. Konick spied his first love in this stretch of life as well as the common ground that a late-father was to be in his grasp. This late-father came to teach the teenage Konick all he knew of writing and thus was able to fully express what his birth-father could not. He took these skills to the College were spent many years learning all he could from the archives that held in its walls. Thus began his persuit into the endless paradox that was magic. He saw practitioners do it with ease, but even he was never able to these tricks and specialities himself. He gave sympathy to those, like him, who were unable to put these magics into practice. However to make up for his inability to practice magic he decided to study it instead. Thus his knowledge of the magical phenomenon soared.

Thus even more years went by as he rose through the hierarchical ranks, by the contributions he gave to the College in order to better the still unknown nature of magic. Rising to become a Baron, he sought more knowledge but with his withered body he is unable to truly venture forth through the world and experience the studied phenomenon first-hand. This grumpiness turned cynical as his, once kind and devouted personality, shifted from a nice man to an old fart who knew wisdom like the back of his hand. Though he was no arrogant man. He knew his clause and his purpose. He knew that all too well and expected to repaid handsomely in his death for even the greatest of beliefs could not shield his wisdom for very long. He sits in his chair, now into the twilight of tomorrow, contemplating life and studying. His devotion was paramount above all things and it even shows today upon all standards of filing a cynical man.

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Charecter Concept: "A young lad trying to cope with his misunderstanding of moral ethics."
Belief: "To Save A Life, You Must First Save Yourself"
Instinct: To ask questions and understand the importance of the situation.
Lifepaths: Orphan. Found by a pair of wearying parents. Was raised to be a careful and intelligent boy. Parents split due to differing reasons. Saw his mother's death at the hands of her own. Was eventually abused by his father. Left the father after taking the abuse for awhile. Now wanders the galaxy.

Name: Reward Pera
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Description: Reward isn't your typical strapping young lad, he does have some bone to his body. He is somewhat scrawny with little meat to the bone. Though his physique does lack in the strength department since he isn't as buff as one would think of men of these times. He stands at roughly 5'11 to 6'0. His shoulders are more bent towards the ground than they are straight across. His skin is not too pale, buts its also not too dark - in certain areas where shade is apparent, his skin may appear more darker than it should be.

EXP: 0/6
Wounds:

Strength: 10 (+0)
Dexterity: 13 (+1)
Constitution: 11 (+0)
Intelligence: 14 (+1)
Wisdom: 8 (-1)
Charisma: 9 (+0)
Luck: 7 (-1)

Primary Skills: Survivalist | Thievery
Secondary Skills: Situational Deduction | Marathoner | Strategy Games
Culture Skills: English | Hindi | Culture Criminal

Gear: A memento of his adopted father [A Cross]
Connections:

Father: Even though his father remains alive today, Reward can remember him vaguely and knows the - general - area of where he might be residing nowadays.

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Name: Fernmar Wilans
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 178 Lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short/Stubble | Brown
Skin: Pink/Caucasian
Force Sensitive: N/A

Strength and Weaknesses:

Strengths:

Rough Rider: Wheather it be taking down a bounty or riding on the back of a Speeder, this man does not know when to quit. He'll even take a series of punches, and would still be able to comeback swinging. He's unlikely to drop out for when it comes to daunting tasks because tasks of that magnitude serve as a challenge for him.

Rough Shot: He isn't too bad with a blaster pistol or a heavy blaster. He's aim is 75% on point most of the time, and it only drops by about 25% when under fire. It requires his focus when firing, but when he's cracking a joke or under suppressive fire his aim is limited.

He Means Business: There is this look in his eye, even though he smiles like he's joking, that means business to the target or associate he's fixing to speak with. This sometimes makes people uncomfortable, or if they happen catch it they'll feel a secret tension emitting off of him. It's a scare tactic he likes to use, but it doesn't always work.

Weakness:

Spiderman Persona: What the "Spiderman Persona" is, is that when ever Fernmar finds an opening to crack a wise joke he'll take it. And this could be detrimental in some cases or in other cases piss off the wrong person. Thus this tendency always seems to get him in trouble, but he just does it for fun.

Negotiation Problems: No matter how hard he tries, he can never seem to negotiate a term of agreement for when it comes to bounty hunting. He always seems to baddest deals with the highest pay, but the greatest difficult. And with that difficult comes failure. Instead of negotiating a term that he can agree upon, he just simply threatens the occupier with a term of his liking instead of their liking.

Drunkard: Whenever he isn't taking down a bounty or running from other bounty hunters, he's drinking. He has an apparent drinking problem that he has tried to control, but the sensation of the thrills he encounters is usually too much for him.

Force Powers: N/A


Gear:

DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Size: Medium
Weight: 1.3 kg
Capacity: 50 shots
Range: 50 meters (optimum) | 75 meters (maximum)

Datapad

Clothing

Droids/Pets:

Class-Three Protocal Droid

Class-Two Astromech Droid

Biography:

Fernmar was born on Cadinth, an outer-rim world that lies in the Tion Cluster. His family found shelter in the homes that were created to withstand the desert heat and the blistering sands that trail beneath their feet. Fernmar lived away from the nearest form of civilization, and his mother liked that - though his father was not too fond of that. Often time, to pass the time, his father would teach Fernmar how to use blaster or perform in basic combat maneuvers and to add onto that he had received simple education. The type of education that one can get by on - education that was probably on par with a highschool diploma.

He lived a pretty simple life for the most part. But when crime threatened his family, his mother told his father that it was not safe for Fernmar to live with them. For some reason, that Fernmar himself could not ponder to this day, his mother and father were involved in a crime that they wanted no part of, but the one who organized the crime was thinking otherwise. So the one who organized the crime sent a bounty hunter to kill the family, but ended up killing the mother and father because their son was out with some friends speeding across sands. Commotion was met with equal opposition and the bounty hunter fled leaving the Wilans household to be destroyed.

When Fernmar returned to the house it was burnt to the ground leaving on the foundation. Fernmar was distrought and couldn't live his parent's death. And so he vowed right then and there that he would find the person who killed his parents. In order to do so, he became a freelancing bounty hunter looking for any clues that could lead to his killer. Bringing him to now.

"When we are no longer to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves"
-Viktor Frankl

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Alden Clarke - Right | Adolphus Clarke - Left

Name: Alden Clarke
Fable name: The Kraken
Type: Mantelsage
Breed: Hafgufa
Age: Physically - 24 | Fable - 637
Gender: Male ♂

Personality: Alden, being the older brother of the two, is quite built for more physical labor than his brother. Alden sees that physical effort put into an objective can reach of goal of that objective, and that's what he views as his belief and his motivation. Alden isn't as intelligent as his younger brother, but he does have intelligence enough to know what he's doing. He isn't just a brute, he does have brains.

He is a hard-working man with a sensible ideal of what he wants to achieve in life. He doesn't take no for an answer, he is persistent, and he doesn't care whether he hurts or heal - his bluntness is absolute.

Brief History: Alden Clarke, the physical side of the Clarke family, was born into the Clarke name. At this time, the Clarke family was part of a large offset of financial benefactors who provided many of the technology that circulates around Grimwald today. The Clarke family was well known for their assets, brilliant children, and worker's ethics. But when Alden and Adolphus came into the picture, Alden had received the physical idealism of hard-earned rewards through labor and other various forms. Dennis Clarke, Alden and Adolphus' father, saw potential in Alden and personally decided to take time out of his day to teach him the ropes of what it means to forge.

Alden was separated from his only brother for a good portion of his life - until his teen years became apparent. Dennis thought Alden wouldn't need the education, because Alden was already good at forging but his mother insisted upon him getting some form of education. Thus most of his teen years were spent learning and exercising - he rarely had any teenage crushes in those days, and he still remember them faintly.

So as Alden received the elevated education, Dennis had told his son to return his normal banter of forgery. Alden was surprisingly happy with that since he was raised to think that hard-labor would be rewarding to any lucky few. Thus Alden has been working in his father's shop that has a large quantity of customers everyday.

Profession: Blacksmith
Fable Appearance: K R A K E N
Powers: Water Manipulation | Enhanced Strength | Beast Transformation
Other: N/A

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Name: Adolphus Clarke
Fable name: The Leviathan
Type: Mantelsage
Breed: Moraldir
Age: Physically - 22 | Fable - ???
Gender: Male ♂

Personality: Adolphus is a little more composed than Alden. Adolphus prefers the more intelligent route rather than Alden's physical route. Since he was separated from his older brother for a good portion of his childhood, all Adolphus did was study and read. Adolphus has a passion for being a gentleman and not really living up to threats he would, otherwise, make. He thinks he knows what he's doing when it comes physical combat, but he doesn't and he relies on his brother to do that. Adolphus isn't that scrawny, but he doesn't know how to defend himself from time to time - even though he is the intelligent child of the brothers.

Brief History: Skipping over the obvious points [up until the point the brothers split], when the brothers went their separate ways, until they were teens, Adolphus was taught by his mother on how to be a proper gentleman. He received the utmost in education, and he knew what to say and not to say in public settings. Adolphus had the luxuries of living in the "high society", and so he didn't really develop the same way Alden did - creating an obvious split between personalities. Eventually, Adolphus followed in his mother's footsteps and handled the business aspect of the family. Thus he now owns family business that manufactures, sells, and among other things.

Profession: Researcher
Fable Appearance: L E V I A T H A N
Powers: Water Manipulation | Enhanced Intelligence | Beast Transformation
Other: N/A

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PHYSICALITY

Physical Description

Name: Matsunaga Tokichiro
Nickname: Toki | Mat | Sun | Saga
Alias: Trifecta
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance

Hair: Very smooth and jet black
Facial Hair: N/A
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Build: Lean and slightly broad at the shoulders
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Height: 5’8
Weight: 175 Lbs.
Unique Body Features: He has an air-inscribed tattoo upon his back; dead center.

MENTALITY

Personality: Tokichiro is a very laid back person and doesn't involve himself too much. He would rather keep most ideas to himself rather than actively sharing those ideas. He is rather unorthodox in his methodology and other asymmetrical traits that belong to the unorthodox category. He is a glutton and would often time eat a lot of food without really realizing he had eaten several bags of chips over the span of an hour. Tokichiro is slow for when it comes to realizing he’s in a dire situation. Much like air he tends to go with the flow and doesn’t really think too much about anything (which also relates to his laziness).

Quirks: Unorthodox Methods of Completing Tasks | Tends to eat needlessly
Fears: Thunder and lightning | Bats | Fire | Confined Spaces | Demons
Goal: To live in peace
Strengths: Steady worker | He's Scruffy in Street Combat
Weaknesses: Unorthodox | Lazy | Slow to the Realization of Situations |Isn't compelled to work unless forced to

COMBAT PROWESS

Combativeness: He only knows simple brawler tactics as well as few boxer moves to keep him on his toes.
Natural Talents: Naturally Fast Runner | Athlete [but never really shows it]
Skills: Marksmanship [Handguns]
Powers:

Aerokinesis

“The user can create, shape and manipulate air, common name given to the layer of atmospheric gases and various compounds (mostly oxygen and nitrogen) surrounding the planet Earth that is retained by Earth's gravity, and wind, movement of air relative to the surface of the planet.”

Tier 1: Simple Breezes/Zephyrs of Wind
Tier 2: Airstream[s]/Flight [through the wind currents]
Tier 3: Gale Force Winds/Prevailing Wind
Tier 4: Jetstream[s]/Headwind/Windstorms
Tier 5: Twisters/Tornadoes/Whirlwinds

Weapon
Weapon Name: “Little Bertha”
Weapon Type: .357 Magnum
Material: Stainless Steel
Ammo: (Capacity: Six Rounds) (Overall Ammunition: 25 .357 Caliber Bullets)
Length: 11.5”/29.2 cm
Weight: 53 oz./1,502 g

Weapon Description/Info: Designed and handed down by Tokichiro’s father, the Model 686 Competitor 6" is strong weapon for close-quarters combat. It has a Patridge Dovetail front sight and adjustable rear-sight. It is also single/double-action therefore it has more bite for its buck and it didn’t come cheap either.

EQUIPMENT


Special Items: N/A
Regular Items: A few bags of chips | Bullet bag

BACKGROUND

Bio/History:

Tokichiro was born in the small town of Setana in Japan. Specifically the town lied within the Hiyama Subprefecture and from there it chained down to the Kudo District (formerly located in Setana District). Tokichiro had a very simplistic childhood growing up, but had a rather strange family growing up. He was the son of two mothers and one sister, so he was to be the only male in his family. He loved his two mothers greatly for they loved each other as well, but the family lived in secret for their extended families were rather envious of both parties to coming together as one. As a child Tokichiro was cared for by his mothers in the most mundane way possible. But he didn’t really think much of it for he was simply a child who didn’t know better. During school he would protect his sister from bullies who picked on her, like any older brother would do. His grades weren’t top notched, but they were slightly decent with a few “Ds” scattered amongst his report card.

Then his days in highschool came… He was the odd one for he had no motive for coming to highschool other than to receive an education that was preferably favorable in his motions. He would move in a scheduled motion, go to school, come home, do homework and eat snacks [and] watch shows on the television. He did have highschool friends, but some of them transferred schools leaving only about two or three that were loyal to the friendship however even those friendships began to die out. Tokichiro, as these friendships were to die out, got caught up in some love drama that ultimately caused his immediate downfall of friendship building. He tried, on most occasions, to gain friends but he was rather awkward with what he did to gain said friends but it didn’t really work out for him when senior came to an end. He saw of his “loyal” friends move off to prestigious colleges and while he witnessed such a passing he couldn’t help but feel inferior to his once loyal friends. Thusly he turned away from college because of that very reason.

So nowadays he is comfortably living with his sister at her home in Setana. He works at a small food joint somewhere within Setana as full-time chef. He does work to pay the bills and such in order to help out his sister in any way he could while still enjoying his laid-back lifestyle. This is where he is to be today.

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[*Ordos Hereticus; Imperial Inquisition*]
[*Personnel Request*]
[*Inquisitorial Storm Trooper*]
[*Liberalis, Adrianus*]

Name: Adrianus Liberalis
Age: 55 (Looks thirty due to rejuvenating treatments)

Affiliation and career: Inquisition | Inquisitorial Storm Trooper

Equipment and Gear:

• Carapace Armour
• Ryza-pattern Hot-shot Lasgun
• 3 Frag Grenades | 3 Krak Grenades | 2 Melta Bombs
• Grav-Chute
• Combat Knife

Psychic Powers: None

Personality: Having been trained, rigorously, Adrianus has been put through so much within the years of his deployment. He has been molded into a man who does not play games or joke about the situation before him. He has little humor, but it is rather bland and has no sustenance to begin with. He sometimes beats around the bush with some extra-long sequences of dialogue that is poetic and fluent. When he isn’t beating around the bush he’ll request information on his mission without the slightest thought. He’s the type of man that shoots first and asks questions later. Heretics, Xenos, and Daemons are all targets to him that he has to kill. He won’t hesitate to kill an ally if he deems them a heretic.

Bio: Being forgotten as an orphan by his mother when he was very young, he was taken in by the Schola Progenium. Having no actual memory of how he became an orphan on his homeworld he was then taken by the Ordo Tempestus for he showed potential in some areas of combat. Once he was taken by the Ordo Tempestus he engaged in agonizing and miserable training that spanned his entire life all the up till he was deemed ready for deployment. His first moments on the fields of battle were aside an Inquisitor by the name of Leonassos Possius. Inquisitor Leonassos was a valiant man in Adrianus’ eyes and thus modeled himself after that man. He had aided Inquisitor Leonassos in many battles [with the Inquisitor favoring Adrianus and company]. After these escapades of his the Inquisitor was [unfortunately] met with the jaws of death and had died at the hands of some heretics who bested the old Inquisitor.

Adrianus, feeling the tension and anger of the death of the Inquisitor, vowed to enact revenge on these heretics in avenge his death. This second slope of his life was filled with revenge and hatred for the enemies of the Imperium. This leg of his life molded his personality today even though his revenge he has yet to find those specific heretics. His specialty and position has not allowed him to find those heretics, but he is desperately trying with all his strength. However something has come up that was in need of his presence. Adrianus came before Inquisitor Yannick to assist him in whatever sort of mission Inquisitor Yannick was partaking in. Personally speaking he couldn't leave another Inquisitor such as Yannick to his lonesome. Thus Adrianus acts as the overlaying body-guard and soldier of Yannick performing any duty the Inquisitor would call for him to do.

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Civilian Name: Sìomon MacRoibeirt
Alter Ego: The Rain Man
Age: 29
Alignment: Villain
On Strike?: No
Civilian Occupation: A Bartender at a local pub in Summit City

Power

Weather Manipulation: Sìomon can sense, create, shape and manipulate weather, i.e. the meteorological patterns, creating rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and temperature changes. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena or control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated (inside room) or vastly extended (continental) areas. Sìomon can also sense the meteorological phenomenon to the degree that a dog would have heightened hearing.

Four main factors which makes up Weather Manipulation

• Air Manipulation - for wind and related effects.
  Electricity Manipulation - lightning in all variations.
  Thermal Manipulation - make it cold or hot.
  Water Manipulation - rain, snow, fog etc.

Weapon(s): N/A
Fighting Style(s): Brawler | Boxer [Stiff movement]
Non-Combat Skill(s): Alcohol Creation | Cooking

Spoiler: Alter-Ego Appearance 

Personality: Sìomon isn't necessarily up there for the most dangerous villain on the streets, but he is up there for the most flashiest. His wardrobe choices for both his alter-ego and his person are both strange in the likeness. He sees that fashion isn't necessarily an effort but a form of art. He wears these different styles from your casual Tuesdays to your high pant-leg pants and hipster wear. But besides his personal taste in fashion, Sìomon is a pretty laid-back sort of guy - until you piss him. Hailing from Scotland, he has a large affinity for alcohol, not that every Scottish man drinks, and will drink only when he isn't working the pub. He takes his time with his work and loves it passionately, but with his recent string of abilities that has awakened deep inside of him he has turned his sights to earning more than his regular pay at the pub. Thus his villainous behavior. He's pretty cruel and evil, as every other villain are, but what makes him stand out from the rest is his decision making when it comes to taking down heroes. Most villains just turn tail and run, but Sìomon is different. He will kill the hero if he/she stands in his way. He doesn't care what kind of damage he causes, as long as the hero is dead Sìomon go about his business as usual.

Brief History: Sìomon was a regular Scottish boy living in Kirkcaldy. Yes, it was a time of late discovery for Sìomon since he wasn't particularly accustomed to any of the Scottish, or English, Supers that hailed from his country. He didn't know he was he was a Super himself. However that discovery was saved for a later time. Right now, Sìomon is happily living his life as any other Scottish boy would. But as he did, he slowly realized that his father was involved in gang related activity. This activity would soon melt into Sìomon's life since Sìomon wanted to know what his father did for a living. Trying to keep his only son from following into his footsteps, the father would constantly avoid him. He knew that the boy was persistent on the man showing his life's work. But the man couldn't have that. He couldn't have his only son be involved in the type of activity he would call criminal. He didn't even tell his son that he was a Super, and a villainous one at that. He didn't want any of the heroic Supers threatening his family or even the villainous ones who thought that the man was single. And so to make sure his family wasn't put in harms way, he left the family. He left his son and his wife to live a life of villainry - isolated from his family. This departure marked a deep stain of hatred for his father and any man that dare leave a woman behind.

He lived with this hatred for a few years before finally activating the genetic of which he would call himself a Super. The hidden hatred would create thunderous rain that would constantly flood his neighborhood - and he didn't even know it. He thought that the weather here was sporadic, and didn't think much of it. But it wasn't until he conjured up a nasty storm that he truly realized he was a Super. This power of his was brimming with opportunities. And fed on those opportunities like a leech to its host. He used the power he had obtained for the benefit of himself. He flooded many parts of the country, destroyed various buildings, caused tornadoes where Scotland would have never thought possible. Sìomon had become the one thing his mother had feared. A villainous Super who was on a warpath for vengeance.

He came to Summit City has the Rain Man. He made a name for himself here a year before present day. Sìomon, as the Rain Man, had a flashy costume that masked him and his body. He wasn't officially recognized as the Rain Man until he immediately became involved in criminal activity. Robbing banks, killing civilians, and the like. He had completely forgot his life back in Scotland and only thought about the future of his villainous attitude.

Nowadays you would find him owning a small bar somewhere to the south of the city. He's managing quite well on civilian money alone, but that won't be enough for the villain. He's turned his attention to crime, and crime is the only means of really paying for his expenses.

Other Notes: N/A

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[Dire Hoef]

Username: "Avalon Hoef... Uh Yeah..."

Preferred nickname(s): "I'm called by many names Johnny-Boy, J.J, John, and Gentle-Giant just to name a few"

Age: "I'm sixteen and getting my tempts soon..."

Picture/Description of yourself: "Well... I'm 5'11 with wide shoulders and a body that is half body-builder and half-chubby; I'm working on losing weight so yeah... I have a beard, as hard as it is to believe, that reaches all the way from both sides of my head - and a mustache, don't forget the mustache. Uh... What else... Hm... OH! I have that black person hair, and my skin is black - but the Jamaican kind of black... So... Yeah... There's that..."

Personality: "To best describe me in one sentence is this: 'I am a social butterfly some moments and then I'll turn into a loner other moments'. I correlate between the two, which could be bad in some moments. I'll be welcoming and would share ideas on the fly, but I would also seclude myself to my own ideals. And also I'm a realist - so that could be potentially bad in some situations.

Skills: "Basic Survival... And I'm an amateur in Computer Science..."

Weapon of Choice: "Since I have this weapon at home, a aluminum baseball bat."

Short History: "Hm. I honestly don't know where I was born - never really asked my mother about it so I left it be. I arrived in school a little late, and was basically older than most of the student body all throughout my years of elementary school, middle school, and first year at highschool. However during my elementary school days, some rough things happened - that I don't like talking about - and that basically caused a paradigm shift in how I view society. I was a wreck for a few months, but came together eventually. Five years later, I'm happily living my life as any other teen would. Few crushes here and few lies there, and I've basically developed the fitting image of what teen should - probably would - look like. But that's probably an exaggeration at best. Can't say I didn't try though!"

Preferred Starting Location: "Painesville, Ohio... Because that's where I live..."

Other: "I'm not that special... So yeah there's that..."