[font=century gothic][Size=7][Color=White]【Rome】 “Anybody up for Marco polo?” [/COLOR][/Size] [/font]
[font=century gothic][Size=7][Color=Red]【Rin】 “Hey, when in Rome...” [/COLOR][/Size] [/font]



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☞Full Name☜
Roman Petrovik/ Rin-aziel Ohmahazet

☞Aliases☜
"Roman" - Rome, The Russian, Host
"Rin-aziel"- Rin, Demon, Oni, Parasite

☞Occupation(s)☜
Once Roman made his way from Russia to America, he worked part time as a private investigator. Spying on cheating husbands or wives for cash, or catching people comitting insurance fraud. Then showing the video or audio proof just to make a living.

☞Birthday & Age☜
May, 4th, 1986. / Found April 1st 2010 (age unknown)

☞Gender☜
Male / unknown but prefers female figures

☞Sexual Orientation☜
Straight/ NA

☞Hometown☜
Siberia, Russia / Unknown

☞Ethnicity☜
Russian

☞Race/Species☜
Human / Demon, Alien, parasite, it has many names...

☞Physical Description☜
"Rome" - Standing at about 5' 11" 198lbs with dark brown hair and Blue eyes. Well built and lean thanks to his high metabolism featuring a tattoo of an "Anarchy" symbol on his left arm. If you look closely you can see what looks like steam constantly coming off his skin thanks to Rin-aziel. Youll often see him with a cigarette in his mouth to hide this trait. His natural bodyheat is also abnormally high (about 110°f) and you can start to see gray strands of hair on his head. Roman often sports his old leather coat with a built in shoulder holster for his sidearm in the lining. Calling it his "lucky coat"

"Rin-aziel" - She can pretty much take any form she wants. Her very essence resembles that of a plume of smoke. Her physical manifestation of a body is usually that of a female figure. Pulling whatever pictures of women Rome has in his head or on those magazines he reads occasionally. She has no physical surface tension and very cool to the touch. If you touch her, that part will swirl and fade away like pushing through a cloud of smoke.



☞Likes☜
[color=#00C957]✔[/color] Antiques/ Modern tech
[color=#00C957]✔[/color] Firearms/ Foggy days
[color=#00C957]✔[/color] American women/ Posession
[color=#00C957]✔[/color] Blueberries/ Cigarettes
[color=#00C957]✔[/color] Marco/ Polo

☞Dislikes☜
[color=red]✘[/color] Arrogant people/ Arrogant people
[color=red]✘[/color] Cigarettes/ strong winds
[color=red]✘[/color] Cold weather/ Containment
[color=red]✘[/color] Rin's bluntness/ Rome's sarcasm
[color=red]✘[/color]
Being apart from Rin/ Being apart from Rome

☞Personality☜
"Roman" - Stubborn, sarcastic, and an asshole would be some things a person would call him if they just met him, but if the stopped for a second and payed attention.... he's still a stubborn, sarcastic asshole. Often making jokes at the absolutely worst time and slacking off whenever he gets the chance, but deep down he is kind hearted and would quickly step in front of a bullet for someone he just met (and likes). He has a deep appreaciation for old things like cars, guns, art, music and traditions. He respects other peoples religions and points of views but will not let them convince him it is the "only" way. He always looks for the option everyone else looks over. Searching for that coinflip that lands on its rim.

"Rin-aziel" - Like many old people she is a very patient... umm thing. Being around has given her the patience of a saint, just don't call her one if you value your bodily functions. That being said, she also tends to let her emotions take over when she wishes. Calling it "theraputic" when she lashes out often resulting in something dead, tortured, or gone mentally insane. A vast fondness for all things modern. Ranging from the tech, to the foods (even though she cannot eat) and even the music. ESPECIALLY the music. One of the only things she is grateful for humans to have invented. Often open minded but when it comes to personal safety, survival is priority.

☞Position Within The Military☜
Roman was one of the few that could call themselves Spetsnaz after he joined the Soviet millitary at age 17 (forged papers) he was labeled one of the prestigious few to wear the black balaclava. That was until he met Rin. After the "Incident" he needed to leave the country.

☞Powers, Skills, & Talents☜
Powers-
Roman and Rin are symbiotically tethered to eachother. Whatever Rome feels, so does Rin and vice versa. They can suppress eachothers thoughts and emotions easily unless under stress. Then they often share a clusterfuck of mixed feelings and thoughts which usually combine into something... dangerous. Rome technically has no powers except for the sole ability to accept Rin-aziel in his body and not die from mental breakdown and prolonged exposure to Rin. Rin is technically a smoke based parasite (or demonic being) sharing Romans lifeforce (or soul) to survive. Rin can actively release herself from Roman whenever she feels like but prolonged seperation can cause Roman to feel side effects, almost like withdrawls that of a powerfully addictive drug. Making Roman's body feel as if on a permanent adrenaline rush. He can stay focused longer and even "forget" pain momentarily when they are together.

Rin on the other hand can freely move to another host but "normal" hosts tend to wither and die within a couple hours. The severe mental stress of her taking over the body results in madness or dementia in which Rin has no choice but to take full control of her hosts body and thus, killing them. Roman on the other hand has been with her for over 3 years. During their inital meeting, Rin had tried a full takeover of Roman numerous times, but his mental stability and will is just too strong.

Skills-
Roman is an ex-Spetsnaz soldier born to fight and kill. He has extensive weapons training and superior CQC training. Thanks to Rin he also has a strong mental focus that of which one would feel under extreme duress and filled with adrenaline. Often seeing things as if slower than normal. Ten seconds seem to last a minute and combat is instinctual, like breathing or blinking.

Rin-aziel is old and knowledgeable of many things unknown to the current world. Speaking in many tongues as if they were all fluent to her. (Exe tongues of fire that Jesus' disciples were given) physically pulling the fresh memories of her other "hosts" left her very knowledgeable of mundane things. Remembering passcodes or specific numerical algorythms or manipulation and torture of her victims until she gets what she wants.

Talents-
Roman has an affinity for older things and often fills his head with knowledge of older cars, guns, etc. He can tell you the year it was probabbly from and how to use it, just don't ask him to take it apart and put it back together. The only thing he could do that with is his trusty Ak74 and pistol.

Rin-aziel has an uncanny ability with numbers and can remember anything you tell her. A photographic memory of sorts.

☞Flaws, Weaknesses, & Disabilities☜
Both Rin and Romans biggest weakness is eachother. If they choose to seperate or forcibly seperate through unorthodox means (exe physical severing of the tether or some forms of exorcism) and are unable to return back to each other, Roman can suffer from massive withdrawl effects like severe headaches, physical and mental weakness, dementia, mania, and possibly death within several hours. If Rin-aziel is left without a host for only a few hours she can die. Slowly evaporating into the air until no more.

Romans secondary weakness is the occasional mental merging of two entities. Temporary loss of memory or rememberance of memories that aren't his own. Loss of identity or excruciantingly detailed nightmares. A good nights rest is rare and almost unheard of. This can be proven from the dark bags around his eyes.

Rinn has an alternative drawback. To consume a host, to absorb their memories, their feelings, their very soul is extremely addictive, almost euphoric in nature. To reside in a body she cannot assimilate and control is almost like a c*ck tease. Driving her insane until she gives into her insatiable pleasure and leaves Roman to find another temporary host. The only way to sedate these addictions is for Roman to let her loose in a controlled area. Everything that Rin posesses MUST be alive and MUST die either during or afterwards in some way. Rin can momentarily control a dead body if she was previously posessing the body while alive.

Rin cannot physically move anything bigger than a quarter(that in itself requires extensive concentration and a tether to Roman. She can pretty much push a button and that's it. She has no sense of touch and cannot feel anything that touches her. She despises this and would give anything to feel this sensation just once.

Even though Roman and Rin share mind and body, they do not share everything. Roman cannot feel if there is a demonic presence or something otherworldly in the room even if it smacked him in the face without Rin telling him. Most likely she won't since if the demon does not choose to reveal themselves, they likely do not want others to know. Roman has control of his body no matter how hard Rin tries and this in itself can cause problems if she does not agree with something he chooses or vice versa. On the contrary, two heads are sometimes NOT better than one.

☞Equipment☜
[Hider=Tactical Ak47]

-Top loading reverse pump action 12gauge shotgun *made in russia

Romans prized posession given to him by his father. It was one of the first centerfire pistols given to Russian generals in the old days. This revolver chambered in .44r was revolutionary in design with its top break ejection and ability to quickly reload another 6 rounds in less than a second with the help of speedloaders. Its considered archaic nowadays but Roman is fond of older things.

If the mission calls for a more casual look, Roman will usually turn to his lucky jacket. It holsters his revolver neatly under his right shoulder as well as a couple speedloaders. (left handed)

It was quite obvious Roman was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, in fact he was lucky to have a spoon at all at times. Living in Siberia, Russia was tough but thankfully he had a loving mother and a strict father to keep him going. Spending his younger years playing with the local kids his age was all he could really do aside from his daily chores around the house. The large apartment complex was filled with many others just as poverty stricken as his family, and it probabbly wasn't the best atmosphere to raise a family given the gangs, drug deals, and extortioning going on right outside his door. Roman made the best of it though, he had no other choice. His mother stayed home, cooked, and cleaned while his father worked triple shifts just to put food on the table workin at a metal fabrication company. Roman considering his situation he was doing rather well.

All was good until Romans mother had someone knock on her door with some bad news. Unfortunately Dimitri Petrovik, Romans father had an incident at work. One of the stamping machines took hold of Dimitris arm and crushed it into many different pieces. Lana, his mother was devistated. Thankfully Dimitri survived but at great cost. He was constantly in pain and the medical bills were piling up. Rome had no choice but to start working at age 10. Doing chores around the complex and delivering groceries to elders who cannot leave the house. No matter how much Roman earned, his father pissed away on vodka and painkillers. Roman had no choice but to start working with the local gangs to make enough money to survive. Bringing packages to undisclosed locations and stealing from peoples houses at age 15. This was the life he had no choice but to live. This is also when he found out that he was pretty damn good at it. Soon resorting to a life as a thug as a main means for income, he used whatever he could to his advantage in paying off his families debts.

When Roman turned 17, he got fed up with dealing with his deadbeat father. Always blaming the pain of his accident to bolster his need for alcahol or drugs. Never bothering to even acknowledge his wife or Roman and only saw them as a means of paying for his booze. Roman fell into a hatred filled rage and beat the ever loving shit out of his father kicking him out. Threatening that if he ever came back he would put a bullet into his head with the very same gun his father gave him to "protect the family". Roman was originally going to sell the revolver but figured it would prove useful in case something got too out of hand. A couple days later Dimitri came back during the night in a drunken rage and accidently killed his wife who had pulled a gun on him out of fear. Dimitri saw red and smashed Lana with a wine bottle to the head. Dimitri cried for hours over what he had done while Roman slept and decided to end his own life with the very gun he gave Roman to protect his family with.

When Roman awoke from the sound of the gunshot, he feared the worst. Running outside to where his dead parents lie, he watched the gruesome sight while a couple concerned neighbors also managed to look out their doorways. Roman saw black, the only thing he could think was why... why did this happen? Why did they deserve this? Why did he keep the gun? Roman yanked the gun out of his dead fathers fingers and placed the barrel between his teeth. *click.... nothing....*click click click. Still nothing. Roman cried for days, unable to join his family.... Alone.

At age 17 Roman joined the Russian military under false papers. He didn't want to be stuck in that house anymore in fear of what he may do either to himself or others so he stashed away his fathers revolver then shipped himself away to be a dog for the military. Suicide was all he could think of at the time and what better way to die than in an unmarked grave in six feet of snow? That was his initial thoughts but once he started training and discipline and the teachings they gave him, he was actually starting to like the whole idea. He was a born natural at shooting, fighting and quick thinking. He also seemed to have an innate talent for staying calm under pressure. These natural talents gave him much respect among his higher ups and envy from his teammates but he didn't care either way. He was enjoying himself, something that was hard for him to do recently considering the last time he did was at age 10.

After almost 8 years in the force and quite the impressive track record under his belt, he was invited by his captain to apply for testing in the Spetsnaz special operations force. Roman agreed with his captain and decided to go for it. Roman passed the inital exam, but just barely. He was comissioned to a team and sent out to his new outpost up in the siberian mountains to train and use as a home base of operations. His low test score only ment that his natural ability was not enough and he needed to work harder. Growing ambitious and anxious to prove himself he volunteered to be a part of a recon group sent to an old biological weapons facility that was shut down in the late 70's. The facility recently sent out an automated alarm to all old soviet channels stating that some kind of hazardous material has breached its safety container and may prove harmful if left alone.

Spetsnaz was in charge of guarding a biohazard research team to survey the leak and possibly clean it up before it becomes something more dangerous. Roman and the rest of their team were there in case it is a trap designed by some terrorist orginization which wouldnt be unheard of. It was only a matter of opening the doors and finding out what suprises lay inside.

It was dark... pitch black to be exact. Rin-aziel could not see anything for quite some time now. It didn't matter anyway since the room she was locked in was empty. Empty except for that stupid contraption. It kept her alive... shomehow, but just barely. It kept her drowsy as well. She hated it, it was torture. A long cylinder filled with thick green liquid. Rin had no idea what it was, but it tethered to her like it was alive. The only thing keeping her from wasting away. The echo of a light dripping filled the silent space. Rin counted the drops and wondered what that was. Maybe it was the machine? Maybe it was leaking? That would explain why her tether felt weaker, she felt weaker. This was not good....

Voices echoed through the thin metal walls. A foreign language to her, but it was clearly conversation and not some rats crawling through the debris outside the container. The dripping sound stopped and the tether was broken. Whatever that contraption was is no longer keeping her alive. She had no choice but to somehow get the outside voices close enough to open the container. "H-help me!" Rin's voice echoed inside the container. "P-please h-help!" She tried once more. That was all she could muster with her degrading strength, she needed a host asap.

The Hazmat team heard her but was very wary. There's no way a woman could be trapped down here for so long, it may of been a trap. Hazmat called for Spetsnaz assistance as quickly as possible while they made preperations and took readings with geiger counters and various devices. "All clean, no radiation sir." One of the hazmat spooke to their commanding officer. Roman got into ready position with his seven other teammates weapons drawn. "Open it!" Team leader yelled, and hazmat obeyed. The large 10'x10' door unlatched with a pressurized hiss, swapping cold air and letting the many cones of light from the attachments on the soldiers AK's and the hazmat teams handheld flashlights. "Its empty!" One of the soldiers said taking a step inside. The room was filled with fog and only a tiny metal contraption that seemed to be leaking what looked like antifreeze on the floor. "I want samples of what's coming out of there. Let me know if it could be dang-errragggghhh!" The surrounding fog condensed and surrounded the Hazmat officer. Blood curdling screams filled the container as Rin pushed her smoke right through the mans gas mask, Filling his lungs and soon posessing his body.

Rin felt euphoric, the rush of taking ones body and destroying ones mind. His memories were hers now, and she wasn't finished yet. The posessed officer pulled out his sidearm and shot himself in the head. Blood sprayed everwhere as the dead man still stood there gun drawn. Firing randomly at the others. Roman fired back, as did his team. Watching the man get pumped full of lead as he ran and grabbed hold of another. Rin ripped off the soldiers mask and escaped the dead body and retreated into a nice "fresh" one. Soon repeating the process as the soldier screamed in pain. Aiming his AK at his fellow comrades in arms. Killing two on the spot. Roman took cover as the others panicked. Keeping a bead on the smoke trail and making sure to keep as far away as possible from it. Rin repeated her process, jumping from a soldier to another hazmat. Ripping off their mask and posessing them. Then taking his flashlight and smashing his own face in until it was unrecognizable.

After only about a minute of chaos, all that was left of the eight Spetsnaz soldiers and four hazmat officers was Rin and Roman. Unlike all the others, Roman managed to destroy the temporary host enough that she had no choice but to leave the vessel. Taking form of a human woman and slowly walked towards the soldier named Roman. "I hope you don't think to harshly of me Lieutenant Petrovik." Rin read off of Romans nametag. "I only took there lives to survive, I've been stuck in that box for a very long time." Roman raised his AK and fired his entire magazine into her chest.... nothing. The smoke blew away but came back shortly after. "All I need is one more to escape this place, just please help me?" Rin-aziel cried. She wanted to leave so badly. The people who kept her here did horrible experiments to her. She just needed a vessel to get her out. "Take my hand and you will understand." She said stretching out her arm. Roman was hesitant, his entire team just died from this thing, could she really be trusted? "Absolutely not!" Roman shouted. Rin's face grew upset as she put her hand down. "You damn humans are so stubborn!" She said before lunging right at him. Turning to smoke and surrounding Roman. There was no hope, he couldn't do anything. Roman screamed in fear as everything went black. Rin's memories flooded his own. Showing the tortures she endured and the madness she created. These images would turn others insane... manic and brain damaged but Roman seemed to process these images and understand them. He felt sympathy for Rin and felt nothing but remorse for the smoke filled images. After the images, everything went black.

the foundation of all his creations composed of a magical circle in which he reconfigures the internals of the circle to either push in surrounding resources and pull out either a summoning or an object. Varing in size from the diameter of a tennis ball to the diameter of a human. The drain on him varies wildly depending on what he tries to summon.

Creating a very thin red wire from a drop of his own blood used as a type of tripwire to either use in conjuction with magical traps or to simply detect enemies when tripped. If the wire is touched or broken no matter where he is, he will know. Roman can create multiples of these but need magic to keep sustained thus a constant minor drain is needed.

working in conjunction with soul wire or alone as a timed trap. A small gathering of a certain resource (earth, metal, gas, water, fire, etc) is forced into a tiny demon door and released with moderate force. This requires an outside source of resources to be effective but can still be used simply with air. Air most of the time is non lethal and will only push someone off their feet.

This is Romans favorite spell and also his most powerful. Using a demon door as a base, He gathers his surrounding resources to create summoned elementals or with blood and flesh (others or his own) can summon creatures from the other side. These summons take time and much concentration to use. The control over these summonings vary wildly and have been known to disobey at times if the summon has a high amount of willpower. The amount of drain on him is dependant on the size of the summon. (Exe. A halfling sized creature can be summoned for roughly six hours, human sized last roughly an hour and anything larger lasts less than a couple minutes at best)

exactly what it means. He can create a wall out of whatever resources he has around him. Walls take time, energy and resources to create. Multiple Demon doors are often required to build anything bigger than the size of a human and its density is also dependant on resources used. Walls he creates can be broken back down but require time and energy. Its often faster to just knock them down with force. (Providing they aren't made from a highly dense and stable material)

Rin is rather scrawny and small in comparison to his other kin. Most other reptillians rarely leave the desert oasis where he originally came from, and even less do more than just lay around on rocks all day getting fat off the dead buzzards and night crawlies. Not saying his kin are fat and lazy, in fact they are a well established migrating colony that never stays in one spot for long. Often passing trade routes and trading what unique items they find out in no-mans land to the townfolk for mundane supplies. They only have one big drawback that Rin could not stand.... THEY WERE BORING! Rin could not take it. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, trade, eat, sleep. That's it! What a horrible life!.

At the age of 17 Rin ventured away from the camp and made way towards the closest town. Within the same day he almost got killed by a couple of rogue bandits and lost a tail in the process. A traveling hunter foud him half dead on the side of the road and dragged his body to his lodge in hopes of skinning him to make some nice boots only to find out he was still breathing. The aggrivated hunter decided to treat him and nurse him back to health until he was able to work off the resources he wasted on him to treat him. Once better the hunter handed Rin a fishing rod and a net and sent him off to catch some fish. The confused lizard took the items and walked in the direction the hunter gestured and soon came by a creek with salmon literally jumping out of the water. Rin all too excited used the pole to vault himself into the creek in which he quickly entangled himself in the net, almost drowning. Hours later the hunter found him by the riverbed unconcious yet again.

After nursing the lizard back to health yet again, the hunter decided to teach the lizard how to work off his growing debt correctly. Teaching him how to cast the net and hook the fish with the rod. Scaling, cooking and salting the fish for storage. Rin loved every minute of it, fishing was something new to him and for a full year all he did was visit the river and fish. He soon stayed with the hunter and payed lodgings as he learned more things from the hunter, taking trips with him to the town to trade furs and various meats and dried fish. Going hunting in the forests with him and learning how to hunt. Before he knew it years passed by and there wasn't a single thing the hunter knew that he didn't. They became good friends and enjoyed each others company as Rin slowly developed his own methods of hunting and fishing.

The years flew by and Rin's sense of adventure started up again. Rin left the hunters side promising to come back to repay his debt every now and than. Rin soon ventured out and did his own thing. Not staying in one place for long but still somewhat near the desertlands that he was born in. Vowing that one day he would go back and find his kin to show them all that he has learned.

Nicknamed "Sapper" ( G. Sa. P. R.) Semi automatic precision rifle utilizing a magnetic Gauss system that fires spikes of Uranium alloy and or sabot rounds. Equavalent to the M-14 of today, the Sapper boasts very good accuracy of semi auto fire, but quite unweildly for rapid fire. Uses the belt feeding system or optional magazines

MAaG- Modular Ammo and Gear containment pack. Multilayered cargo design holds Gauss rifle belt feeds and CIWS countermeasures. Additional storage for survey or field pickups. (Space can fit one or two regular Homosapien uncomfortably)

C.I.W.S- Close in weapon system. Anti missle defense pod with 50 tiny anti-missles designed to intercept missle trajectory or work as a decoy with secondary flare function. Purgeable after depletion

Aside from the Sapper, Loki utilizes a built in retractable blade under his left forearm. Roughly the length of the forearm the blade flips out and locks into place. This is a last resort weapon and rarely used.

*There are also antipersonell LMG turrets housed underneath the shoulderpads.

Newest model prosthetic arms created specifically for Jack by a district zero scientist Dr. Rin Emris as a huge thank you for saving her life.

Neutech XP-9 pistol. Standard issue for all law enforcement in District 17. 15 round magazines and an optional "non-lethal" integrated tazer if you may so choose.

Jack is not your average detective. He's not a dirty cop but his nose ain't clean either. Spending most of his life dealing with gang murders and drug trafficking, even human trafficking at times. He used to be a "By-the-book" type officer... but then he got older and wisened up. You can't defeat evil, only suppress it. There's only two ways to do that in Jacks eyes, either kill every evil scumbag that does wrong and let god sort them out, or start to assimilate and find the weak points. Destroy the foundation and the rest of the structure will weaken.

When Jack was younger, he was a simple beat cop walking the crowded streets of district 17, watching as the homeless got forced into prostitution by the gangs, dealing drugs and ransacking small business's. Everywhere he looked something fucked up was going on and every single time he tried his best to help. It wasn't easy whatsoever. He got noticed and promoted, but in a way it didn't help. Sure he could wear plain clothes now and work without an ominious eye on him always, but it only upset him more the deeper he could get in the shit and witness how ones internal demons could persuade one to cause harm.

Jack wisened up. He started walking the old beat and made friends with the local gangs. Look the other way during gang wars and local stores would get protected. Allow prostitution in certain areas and keep Fuzz off the corners of schools and residental areas. It wasn't perfect but it helped in some tiny way. He kept eyes on the streets everywhere, a "homeless social grid" he called it. Anyone that didn't listen got a .45 caliber between the eyes. It kept him alive this long but luck wasn't on his side anymore.

Five years ago, Jack walked through the districts school zone and watched as some asshole attempted to sell fuzz to a handfull of high schoolers. Naturally this was breaking his "rules" and Jack took the man by the neck and dragged him to the ground. All the guy did was laugh manicly and pull out and old looking grenade and pulled the pin. "Fetch fucker!" The dealer screamed as he lobbed it straight at the school entrance. Jacks eyes widened as he let the guy go and ran for the grenade. It settled down next to an industrial dumpster and Jack instinctively picked it up and threw it into the dumpster. When he tried to close the hatch the grenade went off and threw Jack clear across the concrete sidewalk.

Jack woke up in a medical room in district zero. Strapped to a medical slab with mechanical probes and tools hovering above him. A sweet voice whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, everythings going to be okay Detective." A cool hand brushed his forehead and fixed his hair and an angelic face appeared in front of him. "My name is Dr. Rin Emris... and you saved my Daughter two weeks ago from some phsycopath. This is the least I can do to repay you." The woman said with a soft voice before he blacked out again.

After months of rehabilitation, he was outfitted with a brand new set of prosthetic arms and the neural implants to control them. They were strong and durable, much better than his "old" ones. The neural implants around his face hurt and itch sometimes, but its worth it if he's able to punch through a brick wall or bend a stop sign. He got a medal from his superior and a pay raise but he never managed to find the phsycopath. He spends his days now hunting that man down. Ignoring his old ways of justice and made a trail of beaten bodies for information on the phsyco. He earned a nickname from the gangs... "The Demon of D17" nobody was safe anymore. He no longer took prisoners and even the lowest gang member got a lead sandwich.

Basic Pistol with silencer/laser extention.

Aztechnology prototype Electro magnetic pistol able to temporarily stun an organic or disable small electronics for a short time via. Self recharging but takes time, 2 shots per charge.

Reconnisance, Intelligence and Combat Hazard Android Robot Designation model #504-88"AI"

Heavier alloys providing better protection and anti corrosion against external hazards. Basically his equivalent to a soldiers combat and hazmat suit.

-Defensive tool that fires a concetrated beam of thermal energy. Adjustable for output and range. Can also double as a welding tool. Rechargable

Children birthed straight from the fires of hell and born with blood from the big guy himself. All Devilborns are highly resistant to fire and stone but weak against Ice and Wind. Also known as "Children of Satan" or "Spawns" for short.