Name: Jack Harquin Age: 134 Gender: Male Race: Human Physical Description: [hider=Armor] [url=http://black-rose-chain.deviantart.com/art/Assessment-463610834]@black-rose-chain[/url] [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/assessment_by_black_rose_chain-d7o0seq_zps7co61vsj.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Face] Drawn by my wonderful girlfriend, [url=http://spectralvulture.tumblr.com/]Spectralvulture.[/url] [img]http://41.media.tumblr.com/5b759fda5b1d82a52ba44e58e3611d3b/tumblr_n93e0kEg1i1s37wr5o1_1280.jpg[/img] [/hider] Enhancements: His right arm is a prosthetic that enhances his natural strength. At least in his right arm. His left eye is also cybernetically enhanced to allow him to not only acquire targets much more easily, but allows him to forgo the use of objects like binoculars and scopes and enhance his vision to see up to half a mile away. Skills: -Jack is a well trained bounty hunter, as such he is skilled with weapons of most types, especially Plasma, Needle, and Slug. He is also very skilled with HF blades of many sizes. -He is a "tactical" driver in how he is all over the road, dodging bullets and mortars entirely on purpose. -He is fairly competant with mounted weapons as well. -Even though he can kill a man in hundreds of ways, [i]Jack is partial to solving an issue with words and diplomacy, which he is skilled with.[/i] Drawbacks: -Jack isn't very good with the numbers game. Math is far from his strong suit and lets his companion RV-3V3N handle the taxes and banking. -He strongly dislikes NVP suits. He feels that constant armor is more reliable and doesn't have to wait until he is in trouble to be there. -Symbiotes freak him out. -While he tries to be diplomatic and avoid fights, he tends to have a quick temper and can end a diplomacy attempt rather quickly when it flares. -He tends to have nightmares often, which can affect his performance if they happen in succession. Equipment: [hider=Weapons] Jack utilizes short to medium range weaponry for his arsenal, choosing to try to keep his targets nice and close. [img]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/157/a/a/needlegun_concept_by_proxygreen-d680nqk.jpg[/img] A simple Needle Rifle that is semi-automatic. He received it as a gift from a Highland Wolves sphere officer. [img]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/209/4/b/thunder_by_elgama-d58ws4f.jpg[/img] A sawed off shotgun utilizing plasma charges to decimate close range targets. A firearm that Jack commissioned himself. [img]http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2009/349/3/d/Folding_Sword_by_The_5.jpg[/img] A high-frequency blade that can fold for easy storage. Has a decent strength magnetic charge that allows this blade to hook onto his armor. Credits: http://proxygreen.deviantart.com/art/NeedleGun-concept-376264748 http://elgama.deviantart.com/art/Thunder-317297247 http://the-5.deviantart.com/art/Folding-Sword-146863297 [/hider] Hand-held holo projector that can sync with his helmet to display information covertly. Ammunition for his weapons Two small dice he tends to play with in his hands whenever he grows idle or bored. A smaller combat knife for survival situations and combat too close for his sword. Unlike much of the galaxy Jack does not enjoy the NVP suit and prefers to stick to traditional armor and coverings. Bio: Jack dragged himself out of the gutter on planet Solaris, human controlled for a short span of thirty years before the government shifted to Oun'mai control. He spent his formative years in multiple gangs in the slums of the planet, barely graduating out of school two years late and being the unfortunate dealer of his first kill at the ripe young age of 17. After school he got the spectacular privilege of heading back right into the place he barely got out of, the school houses, as a janitor. Not the type of man to complain, he spent the next ten years of his life being the spitting target of bratty teenagers until the Oun'mai government took control of the planet after the Humans lost a bet. He was thirty when this took place and he took the chance to hitch a ride with the military and actually do something with his life. That was his chance to be something great. He was given damn good training in his two years in boot camp and he accelerated to the head of his class and outperformed most of the other soldiers. He found his niche and he was placed into a nice squad, delta squad, and as the leader too! Good pay, targets were mostly robots going crazy, the pay was awesome. He couldn't complain. For thirty five years, he had fun. But unfortunately, somewhere along the way, he screwed up. Got too close to a young buck of a captain, put her over his own safety and, during one bad mission, put himself between her and a bomb. His body was just short of split in half, his skin being ripped off in multiple sections, bones fractured, arm eviscerated. He, by all accounts, should be dead. But he had hand picked his squad and had the best damn medic he could ever asked for. Had him walking again in a few months, but his face was irreparable. Scars riddled it and, to be honest, he didn't want it repaired. Cybernetics could have fixed it, but, in his own words, "Chicks dig scars." So, instead of being a normal human being, he had his left eye replaced with a cybernetic one and his arm was given a prosthetic. The medic slapped a bit of glue onto his face to keep it together and put him back into the field. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of his troubles as the captain didn't want anything to do with him and turned right around and blackmailed him for his money, blaming him for the bomb exploding when it was her fault. Despite the cries of the other squad members and the backing of the higher ups, Jack chose to leave. The military had grown boring for him and an injury like his didn't belong in it anyways. So he gave his number to the other squad members and hit the road, using his savings to buy a [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/6803081021_2a3ac47049_o_zps9a7a55ad.jpg]good ship[/url], a [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/newChillinDroid_zpsombx5xzc.png]Nice robot assistant named RV-3V3N[/url] to help clean up the ship and a small bit of property on a garden world. For a time, he was happy, spending a couple dozen years relaxing and occasionally doing a bit of bounty hunter work to pay the bills. But yet again, at the age of ninety four, he was starting to get bored. He had lived a nice long life, but he was getting a little flabby and he was honestly interested in taking up the bounty hunter lifestyle a little more seriously, so, that's what he did. He and RV cleaned up the ship and started to spread his name around. Professional bounty hunter, didn't kill innocents, liked to occasionally have a beer and was a diplomat, had a face that went through a metal grinder. All the right check boxes and before he knew it, requests of all types came flooding in. Skip ahead to present day, Jack's become quite successful at bounty hunting. He was constantly in demand by both governments wanting him to kill people and old ladies wanting him to find cats. It was a varied job that he loved...But then there is always that [i]one[/i] job that comes in, isn't there? A contract to try and find some missing colonies. Normally, he would stay away from this type of mumbo jumbo, but the amount of zeroes on the check swayed his opinion and he sent a message that he would take the job, though he was a galaxy or so away and would head to a pickup point as soon as he could. Allies: RV-3V3N RV-3V3N is a reliable and proud servant and friend of Jack, palling around with him for many many years. He is sociable, intelligent, and has a cyber brain. He's developed a witty, intelligent attitude that mixes well with Jack's personality. He manages money and contracts for Jack and attends to the cleaning of the ship, though he is not just a servant droid. He is a quite capable defender and knows the ship inside and out.