[center][h3]Basics[/h3][/center] [img]https://chroniclesofharriet.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/the-city-8.jpeg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Ulver “Sandman” Rakis (ool-verr rack-iss) [b] Age:[/b] 38 [b]Appeared Age:[/b] Early Thirties [b]Height:[/b] 5’11’’ [b]Weight:[/b] 188 [b]Eye Color:[/b] Right eye red, left eye yellow [b]Hair Color:[/b] Dark Brown, with the ends of his curls starting to bleach themselves. [b]Physical Identifiers:[/b][list] [*]Lines of X-Shaped Scars going up his arms and legs to his chest, meeting in one large X over his chest. [*]There is a large scar under Ulver’s left eye, the yellow colored one, that goes down to his mid-cheek. He has another scar across his right cheek, in about the middle of his cheek, about 3 inches in length. Both are scars of battles past. [*]There is a large, somewhat circular scar on his right shoulder, from an old gunshot wound.[/list] [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Without Mask][img]http://www.celebrity-sunglasses-finder.com/image-files/star_sep15.08_adrian_grenier.gif[/img][/hider] Ulver is a fairly normal looking man, aside from his near bleach blonde hair tips, scars and brightly colored eyes. His facial appearance is that of someone who is coming to the very end of their youthful looks, and beginning to graze the start of aging. Wrinkles are slightly making themselves apparent, and the dark bags under his eyes tell of man who gets little sleep in his line of work. His body is fairly ridden with scars and cuts from fights from the far past and the day before. His body is muscular, but not ripped, just well built for what you’d expect from a mercenary. [center][h3]Background[/h3][/center] [b]Residence:[/b] None [b]Profession:[/b] Bounty Hunter/Mercenary/Guard for Hire [b]Aligned Faction:[/b] None [b]Relatives:[/b] One Brother, Jimis Rakis [hider=Backstory] Born to two Forsaken tribals, Ulver was the second son of the pair of Forsaken Peons. His parents, Richter and Layla were 2nd generation Forsaken Tribals, making Ulver and Jimis 3rd generation Forsaken, destined to be the first of the line to be warriors. From a very young age, they were trained to be loyal warriors to the Forsaken Order. They were trained first to have complete apathy to killing and death, something Ulver had trouble mastering, but something Jimis, 10 years Ulver’s senior, had perfected. Jimis was already well trained and destined to wage warfare by the time Ulver turned 7, but instead stayed behind to work with Ulver in his training, so they could be in the military together. Ulver had trouble in the training, disliking the brutality of the officers and complete disregard for human life. Ulver simply wanted to be a child, and have fun, spend time with his parents, and enjoy wildlife instead of to kill it. These feelings weren’t well harbored, with Ulver being beat often for thinking anything other than to kill and to eat. His parents simply allowed it to happen, hoping Ulver’s feelings of mercy would soon pass with age and maturity. Jimis was much harder on Ulver than any adult in his life was, training him day in and day out, trying to teach him the proper ways of Forsaken Warrior, sometimes even beating the lessons into him. Even with all the violence, Jimis made it obvious that he did it out of his love for his younger brother, only wanting to see Ulver succeed and become a Forsaken hero. Time passed, and Ulver became more used to being a soldier, and Jimis had already gone off to fight a few minor battles against irritants of the Forsaken. Being two fairly successful warriors of the Forsaken, the Rackis family began to rise a bit more in prestige among the Forsaken, gaining better jobs and pay. Even if he was sad to have to suppress his true feelings, Ulver felt the reward granted his parents was worth it. He was 17 now, and ready to head into his first battle in the name of the Forsaken Order. The battle that followed was one of the most nightmarish memories of Ulver’s young life. A group of angry marauders had began to hassle some older villagers. When Ulver and his group arrived to ward them off, they immediately attacked the soldiers and the village, shooting man, woman and child alike. The reaction by the Forsaken was swift and deadly, killing most of the marauders, and capturing a few to make an example of. The prisoners were sat in a circle in the center of town, with the the weakest one sat a distance away, forced to watch. One by one, the Forsaken killed the prisoners in varied and sadistic ways, some by dismemberment, the quickest and least painful of the many punishments, others by live immolation. Some were drawn and quartered by horse and man alike. Soon enough,after they were all dead, they released the weakest prisoner, naked and weaponless into the wilderness to pass on the story of Forsaken destruction. By the end of the confrontation, Ulver had killed 3 men, 2 of which was forced to kill, and watched as they suffered in their last moments. It left deep marks on Ulver’s still young mind, and left him in a state of shock all the way home. Jimis, whom had racked up the 2nd most kills of the group was given great praise, almost the polar opposite of Ulver, who was bullied and criticized for his hesitation. Jimis tried to comfort Ulver, but it was of no use, Ulver was a lost child. After that battle, and a quick overturn of the throne, Jimis was quickly offered a position in a new Soulless squadron being formed exclusively to answer to the King’s whims anywhere in the Order’s territories, under strange conditions. Jimis was ecstatic, and when he was encouraged by his equally excited parents, he quickly went off the capitol to negotiate the terms of his entrance to the Soulless. Ulver, while happy for his brother, was still having a difficult time coping with the death he caused. It bothered him for many weeks to come, even making him physically sick at times. If he wasn’t off on military missions, he was sulking in his room, or wandering the wastes outside his village. After a few weeks, late one night, Jimis returned home, escorted by a squad of Soulless. Ulver and his parents were brought out of their home, greeted by a rather cheerful group of soldiers, and an equally happy Jimis. The one who appeared to be the leader of the squad stepped forward, his arm on Jimis’ shoulders. “We have some happy news! We have agreed to accept Jimis into the Soulless!” Ulver’s parents were obviously very happy. “What are these conditions?” His mother asked eagerly. “Well, show them, Jimis.” The leader said, turning and smiling to the young man. Jimis gave a happy nod, taking a step forward towards his father. Jimis’ hand quickly found the rear of his waist, and pulled something that glinted in the moonlight, before sinking into his father’s gut. The man pitched forward, grunting in pain, blood beginning to flow to his mouth. Jimis had stabbed his father, and pulled out the blade, and moved swiftly to his mother, grabbing her by her hair before quickly and cruelly kicking her to her knees, and making one quick slice of his throat. She fell to the ground, choking next to their father, who was in tremendous pain, blood slowly trickling from his mouth. Jimis kneed down to his father, and brought his blade down on his head, a sickening crunch filling the air as he made the killing blow. His mother followed suit, dying very quickly, before Jimis turned his eyes to Ulver, who was stood still in a mixture of shock, fear, rage, and sadness. Before Ulver could react, Jimis made a swift blow to Ulver’s face, knocking him out cold instantly. The next time Ulver woke up, he was a naked, young adult stuck in the middle of the desert with no clothes or weapons to him name. They had killed his parents and left him to die. Odd how they didn’t just murder him, too. But such was life in the Forsaken Order. Even if he tried to tell people, nothing could or would be done. He got up and walked. He walked until he found a quaint little town. An old bounty hunter had finally passed away after dying of long life, a spectacle the town had gathered to see. No one claimed the old man’s belongings, seeing as a naked young man had just limped his way into town, and probably needed it more than anyone did. He got a nice shotgun, a duster and some nice boots. These gave for a nice start to Ulver’s new life, a life outside the insanity of the Forsaken Order. He knew no one, and no one knew him. He started with odd jobs, before picking up a few bounties, which thus confronted him with the same thing he had had an issue with mere months before. It turned into a thrill. He found that he had finally disconnected himself from empathy, and was ready to kill anything and anyone that had money on their head. It was a sick game for him. A game that was fun enough to play that the money was merely a bonus. The birth of a new man. A man on a mission of revenge, no matter how long the grudge is held, no matter how needless the violence. Ulver was going to hunt his brother down, and kill him. He swore it. [/hider] [center][h3]Gear[/h3][/center] [b]Weapons:[/b] [list] [*][url=http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/16/15904/Hooawa.JPG]Pearla[/url]: An old AK platform rifle with a bayonet on the barrel, picked up from a trader a while back. [*][url=https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5183/5676289227_f4ed7c27ed.jpg]Roger[/url]: The long time companion of Ulver, from way back when he got kicked out of his old tribe. The wood is losing it’s grip and it’s starting to jam here and there, but it still kicks like a mule and hits like one, too.[/list] [b]Armor:[/b] (Refer to top picture.) Ulver wears a chest piece made of a fairly even mixture of leather and metal as to keep a manageable weight, metal protecting vital areas. Some kevlar is also in the mix, mostly in the arms with leather sleeves and kevlar at the shoulder, elbows, and patches around the forearm. His helmet almost entirely metal, with some padding at the bottom entry hole and on the inside facial areas to keep the helmet from being incredibly uncomfortable. The vent at the mouth area tends to keep the helmet cool and ventilated, but the helmet is still prone to overheating in extremely sunny conditions. [b]Ammunition:[/b] Pearla: 30 in active mag, 2 extra 30 round mags on back up. Roger: 5 shells in tube, 23 extra shells. High Grade Rounds:10, in a small metal container. Heavy Ammunition: 10 Slugs, 3 Fragmentation Shells [b][url=http://i.imgur.com/pzQB3.jpg]Coyote Pack[/url]:[/b] 3 Canteens of Water, Sleeping Bag, Weapon Cleaning Kit, 3 makeshift MRE’s, Medical Kit, Partial Surgical Kit, Spare Binoculars, Collapsible Spade, Metal Spork and Knife, Rain Poncho, Sewing Kit with Leather patches, Knife Sharpener, Grappling Hook, Gas Mask, 2 Morphine Auto-Injectors, extra clothes and boots, fire starting kit, small kettle and pan [b][url=http://www.galls.com/photos/styles/QM/ZOOM/S81-131-BLK.JPG]Shotgun Sheathe[/url]:[/b] Carries Roger. [b][url=http://www.fvstore.com/i/2012/09/17/10-Pocket-Canvas-Military-Batman-Costume-Utility-Belt-BLACK-4.jpg]Utility Belt[/url]:[/b] Morphine Auto-Injector, Binoculars, Pouch containing shotgun shells, with the special ones in a smaller zipper, mag pouches for his AK Mags, Map, Compass, Pouch with 3 bandages and 1 Hemostat, Flashlight [center][h3]Immortalis Information[/h3][/center] [b]Manifested Phenomena:[/b] [color=FFD700]Sand[/color]/[color=8B4513]Earth[/color] [b]Unique Abilities: [/b][list] [*][b][color=FFD700]Sandman[/color]:[/b] Traveling all over the desert time and time again, and you get a little accustomed to sand in everything. Ulver can bend sand to his will, forming projectiles that he can use to his advantage in mid-to short range combat. In sticky situations he can even use it to form ultra-durable shields to block incoming incoming projectiles. [*][b][color=FFD700]Bountyhunter[/color]:[/b] Hunting humans is a sport that never gets old, with new tactics always showing up to be more useful. Being in touch with the earth, Ulver can concentrate his senses, and use the sand around him to try and detect minute vibrations of sound and movement to help him find his prey.[/list] [b]Strengths:[/b][list] [*][b][color=00BFFF]Desert Nomad[/color]:[/b] Being a roaming bounty hunter for so long, you get used to shitty weather. Even if hot weather is no new thing to most of Dust’s inhabitants, exposed to the elements day in and day out has adapted Ulver even further. He can go fairly well with little food and water, and the heat doesn’t get to him as much as it did when he started bounty hunting. [*][b][color=00BFFF]That ‘Tired of Your Shit’ Look[/color]:[/b] Ulver is no stranger to the idiots, brutes, cons, perverts, tribals, users and general scum of the island, and knows his way around bargaining and coercion. The combination of his eyes, tone and overall attitude lend themselves pretty well in conversation.[/list] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [list] [*][b][color=FA8072]Use & Wear[/color]:[/b] Gunfight after gunfight, fist brawl after fist brawl, fall after tumble, the traveling man’s lifestyle is starting to catch up and take it’s toll on Ulver. His joints are getting stiffer and sorer, his stamina shorter and weaker. Aging is starting to matter [*][b][color=FA8072]A Healthy Dose of PTSD[/color]:[/b] Seeing, who you thought, was your best friend murder your parents, and then nearly kill you can leave a mark on a man. Ulver isn’t much for crying much anymore, but he’s a fond friend of nightmares and flashbacks. [*][b][color=FA8072]There is no Bottom[/color]:[/b] It’s nice for a while, but alcohol is only a temporary solution with a long term problem. Ulver is very fond of his drink, and has been on a dry spell for a while. Withdrawal symptoms galore.[/list]