Post by Slane on Jul 15, 2010 23:45:16 GMT -5
The Player
[/size]OOC Name:
Fiuth
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Other Characters:
Fiuth, Sieras, Sabi, Hweri
The Character
[/size]Name:
Slane Nartock
Aliases:
N/a
Age:
49
Species:
A mostly unknown species called Nimara
Planet of Origin:
Trylodeck
Gender:
Male
Current Standing:
Mad Scientist, Researcher for FFAI
Detailed Appearance:
The nimara are a very odd looking species, they could ALMOST, one and all, be confused for slim fox-neebu. But they are not, and they will make themselves heard if you make that assumption. Slane is like most of his species, tall and compact. He is nowhere near the size of body-builders, but he can give them a run for their money at a sizable 6'11" and 290 lbs.
He doesn't have much fur, nor is his flesh skin or scales. It's a leathery covering that is a complete ebony in color; as is average among his kin. His fingers are long and skinny, topped with thick gray talons that are just short enough to not get in the way. His legs are of the typical backward-knee found in most mammalian neebu, with a reptilian claw at the 'knee' or heel of each foot (leg?). His head is fairly fox-style, but with a shorter and narrower snout. He has enormous bat-ears that can hear the highest decibel of audio, and his narrow eyes are a deep maroon with a slitted, silver pupil. As for that fur, it resides in a mohawk-like crest that extends from his forehead through his back, and onto a decidedly long and bushy tail. It's a light gray, to contrast with the almost unending dark color. For a final touch, he has a white face marking that starts over each eye and goes down to his nose, and the side of his cheeks.
His apparel is fairly standard and plain, all things considered. a chef-style coat of navy blue starts off, with a beige trench/lab coat covering. A black lanyard with his I.D hangs around his neck, and finishes it off. He don't wear much do he?
Strengths:
- Extraordinarily Clever
- Super fast
- super strong
Weaknesses:
- High Ego
- low temper fuse
- can't swim
- He is mentally whacked, certifiably insane, absolutely crazy. Let's face it, he's a nut-job.
- Really bright light literally burns his eyes.
Skills and Abilities:
- Smart
- Fast
- Strong
Personality:
Slane is arrogant, there's nothing else to really describe him. He's egotistical, narcissistic, and has a superiority complex. He believes that all races other than his own his increasingly inferior in everything; and in most cases he would be right. He is enormously violent, exploding at the slightest provocation; and he will kill anybody that gives him reason enough. He is cruel to a ridiculous extent, sometimes assisting the FFAI scientists in dissecting live 'specimens' or testing out a new weapon on a captive. He is also unbalanced; which can be a relief. Some days he is a generous person, giving credit and praise to the lowliest server. Other days, it's best not to get too close. He mutters into the air, sometimes, and not even into a transmitter. He is only really sane when he is working on a project. Then, he is a recluse, talking only to his aides, and even then through a computer transmission. He is entirely unpredictable, and really dangerous to have around. The government would dispose of him if they could, but for two vital reasons. One, he is too important for them, being a somewhat ambassador of his race; the other is that he could kill anybody with nothing more than the clothes on their back, in good time too. He has a terrible reputation among the black market, and he often frequents bars just to get into a figh-no. The proper term is a full out brawl. He's vicious with his tongue, and will downgrade anybody that looks weak enough. He has no respect for authority, and will often take over from a timid enough persona; and timid to him is anybody that won't look him in the face. A villain, a psycho, a mad scientist...this isn't a nice guy to have around.
Prized Possessions:
Slane designed a multi-tool that has served him well countless times in the past. It's a slim cylinder that is just slightly longer than his hand is wide and is thick enough for his hand to wrap around it comfortably.It has a finger rest on one side, and a taper at the top. It has a direct wire link to his mind, so he merely needs to think of something that has been downloaded into it, and it will become a key, a gun, a sword, whatever.
History:
Hatched from an incubator, with all flaws pared away. Little Nartock knew little love and even less caring. He grew up going through the most rigorous educational programs, with not even weekends or holidays off. Exercise routines, studying, and competitions were the only hobbies he had. The nimara were a hard, cold people; and didn't care if everybody else knew it. He began inventions at 8, and got conscripted into the government's science army at 12. He quickly became head of the organization; reporting directly to the Tyrant-King himself. It was his weapons that conquering armadas used on the neighboring galaxies, it was his bombs they used pacifying rebellious systems, and it was his vehicles they used from scouting forays to transportation. When one of the shock soldiers came up upon earth, he noticed the secret society hidden underneath the glamor. Some of these people were as evil as the nimara themselves; so the Tyrant-king sent out an envoy of the Smartest, most capable of his kind; Slane. Slane became involved with the secret society under the behest of his leader; and almost no human dared contest the evil race. It soon became obvious that Slane had an entirely new approach to science; one that no human ever looked at before. His point of view and sheer brilliance made him a necessary evil, as it were. Think of the highest IQ imaginable, then multiply it by itself. That is near the genius of Slane, he is the superior mentally to all he works with. But the experiments have started to take their toll on the scientist, the absence of his home has struck him a harder blow than anything could ever realize, and the humans have slowly been feeding him a narcotic drug, one that he now can not live without. Only they supply the chemical; and so they ensure his good behavior to staff at FFAI. All those things conspire to create a flux in his mentality. Slowly, the roots of madness were growing deeper, taking a bigger hold of his mentality. His genius remained untouched; but his already skewed morals were warped beyond a horrendous degree; his decision making afflicted horribly. It's only a matter of time; before his insanity takes its hefty toll from the populace of Touchdown. Only time, will cause either a destruction of the intelligence of touchdown; or the eradication of one mad scientist.
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