Finally made a new character after a casual roleplay struck me with inspiration. Who will be the first to take on the awkward-but-lethal British cyborg known as Xil Gil, hmmm!? [hider=Xil Gil] [img]https://s21.postimg.org/bn7kyw387/Xil_Gil.jpg[/img] [b][color=gray]Name:[/color][/b] [color=silver] [i]Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Age: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Thirty-two[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Gender: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Male[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Race: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Cyborg[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Appearance: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on, and always wears long sleeve shirts in public. From about the middle of his forearms down, his skin tapers into black, zig-zagging wires and nodes which thicken into his fully mechanical hands, a flexible brown polymer coating the metal. This polymer feels and closely resembles what one might (falsely) guess to be some strange mix of leather and rubber, allowing Xil Gil's hands a protective covering just firm enough to pass for human skin when he has his gloves on.[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Personality: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Bio: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, born in the year 2256. He had lousy showings in school and at home, not being the brightest bulb in the basement. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Mexmerica (don't ask) and found work at the leading biomechanics organization. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer. People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of the corporation, some quite famous, just vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.[/i] [/color] [b] [color=gray]Abilities: [/color] [/b] [color=silver] [i]Xil Gil uses his hands almost exclusively. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush an engine block in his grip as if it were Styrofoam. He can give industrial steel girders Indian sunburns or rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists. This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys. Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his monster grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. He can endure more damage than a Caterpillar tractor, able to withstand continuous automatic gunfire and shrug off the frenzied teeth and claws of a grizzly bear. His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which counters the effect that technology disrupting junk has on his circuitry. Microwaves and ions and all that jazz. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator. The primary difference is that he still has most of his human organs, and so he can't quite survive being blown in half or guard himself from a shockwave fierce enough to liquify his fleshy parts. Yes, he also needs to breathe and can be poisoned. His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another reason. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat. His brain (in its shock-proof skull) also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like. He can perceive motion well enough to be able to evade a world champion boxer's punches without needing to take a step in retreat, snatch arrows out of flight, and identify the precise moment that a finger tenses to pull a trigger. If Xil Gil finds himself in a tight spot, he can pull out a few mean stops. If given several seconds, he can open up his body's task manager and change his system processes, temporarily devoting all of his processing power into creaming the opponent before him. His reaction speed spikes even further and he no longer has any wasted movement. He becomes capable of extraordinary feats of agility and coordination. [img]https://s4.postimg.org/i9zd7pxcd/xilclawreal.png[/img] Lastly, he can take his gloves off and latch a set of clawed braces onto his hands. In doing so he betters his chances of snagging careless victims and can use his deadly fingers like shivs, except few shivs if any can punch through cinderblocks as easily as the digits of Xil Gil.[/i] [/color] [b][color=gray]Other:[/color] [color=silver] [i]Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced fighters can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy if they have the firepower required. He's also a bit of a dimwit, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie.[/i] [/color][/b] [b][color=ed1c24]Theme:[/color][/b] [youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=juVZ1dbn_t0[/youtube] [/hider]