[b]Race/Species:[b] Inkkin, a race of ancient humans living in a massive underground pocket of life called Nyx. They vary in size and shape as normal humans, but are generally very strong and fit looking and their bodies are covered in magical tattoos.
[Age (Real and apparent, if applicable): 45, but looks to be around 28. Inkkins have a slightly longer lifespan than normal humans.
Concept: Long range scout with skills in Runic Long Riles and specialized rounds and the handy ability to use his tattoos to Fus'Ro'Dah some fuckers who get too close.
Appearance:
Spoiler: Forcebreaker
[/URL] A man of smouldering stare and self-reliant disposition 6'2 and 230lbs. Forcebreaker was born an outcast, taught himself to use the inexplicable MagInks he was branded with, and has learned to trust himself before anyone else. His body is a war machine sculpted from stone and burning with a power unknown to anyone but the Pillar and Beacon in his homeland. His hair is kept long and black and his eyes are a glowing orange that can unnerve even the most courageous.
While the above are his normal clothes when not on mission, when on the job he dons a black tactical vest, long cargo pants and boots. Though when using his MagInk he usually pulls the vest off since the power can destroy his clothing.
Personality: Extremely independent and wary of everyone. Breaker has been alone most of his life, fighting Darklights, trading with outlying towns, and generally avoiding both the Lightbringers and Aurora Guard. While not unapproachable it takes a special type of crazy to stand the Forsaken's presence for long. And while he has improved since leaving Nyx, he is still wary.
Powers, Traits, and Abilities:
Peak Physicality: Like all Inkkin, Breaker is at the peak of human prowess, he has the strength, endurance, speed, agility and durability of the very best human athletes.
Enhanced senses: Breaker's eyes are as keen as a cat's and able to see in total darkness as well his other senses are near superhuman as well.
Crack-shot: Forcebreaker is an expert marksmen with both rifles and handguns.
Fighter: He is a very capable and powerful fist-fighter and blade men.
Survivor: Breaker is born survivor complete with the skills needed to keep himself and others alive in many environments.
Powers/Abilities
Force MagInk: A unique and largely unknown MagInk. It doesn't belong to either school of Creation or Elemental. Jedi can summon up his Anima in a very punishing physical form. He can use this MagInk to Crush, Push, Pull, or Rip and has created guns and bullets with his power Runed into them.
Crush: Summoning his MagInk, Breaker can throw out an immense power that if focused is maintained can crush foes or objects. A foe stronger than his MagInk can resist the attack, but will be immobile until his focus is broken.
Push: Possibly a weaker version of Crush, Force can blast out his MagInk and throw enemies or objects away from himself and others. Heavier foes or objects won't go as far.
Pull: The opposite of Push, Pull can yank people or objects in and dispatch them in other ways. But like Push heavier foes or things won't go very far.
Rip: A very powerful, but also very draining ability. Rip combines the effects and Push and Pull and can physically tear people or things apart. This requires steady concentration and can still be resisted if the target is strong enough.
Life Energy Sensor: Due to the nature of his MagInk, Breaker can sense life force and energies. Though he has not trained this ability as much as he has the offensive aspects.
Standard Loadout:
Breaker Rifle: A modified Double Rifle that fires .700 Nitro Express Rifle rounds. Runed with his MagInk to fire further and harm supernatural creatures.
Force Pistols: Modified Desert Eagles that fires .45 magnum rounds. Like the rifle the twin pistols can fire further and hit supernatural creatures.
The Sword of the Forsaken: The runic sword in the picture unbreakable and acts like a Foci for his own Anima.
Spoiler: Background
Forcebreaker's life is a constant painful memory. His earliest memories are of him in short pants and staring into the dark abyss of a cave with his entire body glowing and racked with pain. Next he assumed his eyes closed and he awoke an unknown time later, this time he was facing the gentle glow of Blue Night(Nyx equivalent of daytime). His body still glowed, but the pain was a more easily ignored all body aching.
The next few years of the young boy's life was a endless example of learn quick or die. He had no adults to guide him. No Lightbringers to teach him about his MagInk nor any Aurora Guard to teach him out to fight and survive. He did it all on his own and he thrived, adversity is the greatest teacher he soon learned. With each day he grew to understand his Ink's power even if it's origins and purpose were phantoms to his young mind.
Growing his body and mind he chose the name Forcebreaker and took to the life of an unofficial wandering Dark Watcher. He hunted Darklights, he hunted treasure, and he hunted the Glowbeasts. But as the years grew long and his name was becoming legend he began thinking more on his origins and the origins of his unique MagInk which despite his questions to friendly Lightbringers or what texts he could scrounge up said was without precedence. This drive is what brought him to the surface and to the D.O.G.S organization. His people are rare, but are not unknown to the Planes Watchers and are actually categorized as Code Echoes.
As such when Forcebreaker came to the surface and found himself in a fight with some low-ranking Vampires. He blew them to bits, but also damaged the mansion the bloodsuckers were living in. He fought the human cops and since he couldn't grasp the idea he had done anything wrong he wound up destroying the rest of the house and soon found himself running from Task Force: Valkyrie. He took a couple of them out, but in the end he was caught and given a choice. Join the group or be deported back to certain death in Nyx. So he joined the group of paranormal warriors and offers his skills as overwatch support and Scout.
Spoiler: RP Sample
"How can you people stand the sun?" A low male voice said from the darkness as the curtains were somewhat disgustedly pushed back into place the bright rays of the morning sun quickly being banished from the corner room of the Beacon. But soon an orange glow fills the space all blooming up from the muscular nude body of a man covered in intricate tattoos.
Upon the bed a woman's sultry voice answered with a light giggle. "You get used to it after awhile F.B., besides most of us aren't our own nightlights. So we need the sun to see." The man moved closer chuckling lightly as he looked upon the sensual body of an Inu woman. "I suppose, but you gotta admit it's quite handy Alura. Besides dinnae ye have a very keen sense of smell." He sat behinds the woman smirking lightly lifting his hands up to tickle her furry black ears. "And sensitive ears?"
The unexpected contact made Alura moan softly before growling lightly and bumping him away with her shoulder. A reminder that she's just as strong as the bulky Inkkin. "Yes, and if you keep playing with them I'll never get back to the Archives. And Claude will send his wife up to retrieve me and kick your glowing ass." She then squeaked lightly as F.B. looped his hands around her waist and practically shoulder flipped her back to the pillows before nibbling her ears and neck causing the woman to moan and whimper lightly. "Stop...stop it...you damn...horndog!"
He did not stop, he simply moved down to kiss her lips chuckling.
"Let her come, she owes me a rematch from the last training bout." He continued to pester the woman until she finally gave in and with a lusty growl threw him to his back and had her way with him one more time. A half-hour passed until Alura was finally able to free herself from the brutishly charming Nyxian. Pulling her black robes back on and tightening the shoulder rig of her pistols. Her fur was ruffled and tail was puffed out in annoyance, but she was one of the few people the stoic sniper has let close. And after hearing his lifestory she couldn't help, but feel for him. Besides in his own way he cared for her and that was something she too had missed growing up. Giving him one last kiss good-bye she quickly slipped away.
Watching her go the Inkkin let out a deep sigh and went about getting dressed. He'd grown to like many of his comrades in arms, but only a set few have even even been in his room let alone seen him outside of a mission. When you live as an outcast among your own people it's hard to adjust to being around people who might actually want you around. Alura was one of his closest friends and so far the only one he's had sex with, but others like Isa and sometimes little Bella are allowed to see past his grim visage. To everyone else he was as unapproachable as a caged bear and twice as likely to hurt someone. Though that never stopped some, flinging his cloak up over his shoulders he adjusted the shoulder strap of his sword then exited his room putting on a pair of vintage Aviator shades he won off of Connor in a card game to help his eyes deal with the insane brightness of the overworld. The Beacon stunk of magic and history, but the tantalizing smell of fresh steak drew him down the corridors until he found the dining hall.
Last edited by SikstaSlathalin; 12-22-2018 at 05:14 AM.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
"You basically got a wizard who uses scribbles to fight, a horny tattooed man who crawled out of a hole in the ground, a literal Viking that has no concept for sublty, a girl who's only qualification being a plot twist from a shamalan movie, female Mowgli and a 13 year old boy."
"Don't forget Connor."
"And then there's that fuck!"
"You forgot the werewolf and Yakuza assassin."
"Oh you mean the Eastern Scooby Doo and the video game mafia remake? Lord knows how those two haven't killed each other yet."
"Hey, they get the missions done."
"That's the worst part! Your team is one flamboyant clown away from a Saturday morning cartoon, and yet you work! How!"
"Magic"
Given by Rho Aias
"I have this inkling of a feeling that writing with you would be similar to turning into a poptart and running across space while shooting rainbows out backwards."
Zimpie:
"You just killed logic"
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
@SikstaSlathalin
I really like the character and his totemic-tattoo thing. I just have one thing, and I don’t know how much of a deal-maker/breaker it is for you:
I was intending to keep Atlantis as an ongoing meta-level mystery. Being distantly descended from them is totally fine (a la Conan), remaining bastions of a nearly-forgotten culture and identity, ones that were likely hounded by the Nazi occult, which would have made them of interest to the Division. That’s the only outstanding issue I have, since “precursor civilizations” are generally a running gag in this kind of setting.
Also, totally just flavor, take it or leave it: the LAR Grizzley and is a “hand” gun built in the 1911 frame that is built standard for 45 winmag.
@Dnafein Looking good! It’s late and I’m on a tablet, meaning the OP is actually too large for my mobile browser to process (oops), so I’ll add your second dude in the morning!
I will be making and offering a call for the Oracle spot
"Even Dreams, can be a nightmare"
Spoiler: Click it, I dare ya!
"this is your crack team of operatives?!"
"Yes"
"Seriously?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You basically got a wizard who uses scribbles to fight, a horny tattooed man who crawled out of a hole in the ground, a literal Viking that has no concept for sublty, a girl who's only qualification being a plot twist from a shamalan movie, female Mowgli and a 13 year old boy."
"Don't forget Connor."
"And then there's that fuck!"
"You forgot the werewolf and Yakuza assassin."
"Oh you mean the Eastern Scooby Doo and the video game mafia remake? Lord knows how those two haven't killed each other yet."
"Hey, they get the missions done."
"That's the worst part! Your team is one flamboyant clown away from a Saturday morning cartoon, and yet you work! How!"
"Magic"
Given by Rho Aias
"I have this inkling of a feeling that writing with you would be similar to turning into a poptart and running across space while shooting rainbows out backwards."
Zimpie:
"You just killed logic"
Not a deal breaker at all, calling it Atlantis was more for us since the Inkkin have lost all that history and knowledge. Just to be clear though, my guy can be a descendant of Atlantis just not be from the ruins? Also him being from a more unknown race of humans is kinda key to his whole history since he didn't know there was anyone else so can I keep that part?
Also I can change his pistols from DEagles to a LAR Grizzly.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
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