[center][img]http://pre15.deviantart.net/4dd2/th/pre/f/2013/064/d/d/brawler_by_adriandadich-d5x2dtm.jpg[/img] [sup][/sup] [h3][color=fdc68a]Cr[/color][color=f7941d]as[/color][color=ed1c24]h[/color][/h3] Thirty-one | 2035 - 9 - 13 | Six foot five [/center] [hr] [indent]Appearance - [indent][color=7d7d7d]Crash is a rather imposing even for a Diver. Towering over most people that he meets he is a mean mix of of muscle fused with machine. His face is a mask terribly hard to read as he keeps his Lytex Cranial Plating down at almost all times covering his eyes and a presumed shaved head forcing others to try and read him through twitches of his mouth alone. What skin remains is of a slightly darker complexion suggesting either Hispanic or a southern European ancestry. A rigid sternness is forged into his bones seen from ever well worn footfall and roll of the shoulders. Just from sheer intimidating presence alone he seems to dominate a room as he is more often that not the biggest and baddest looking bastard in the place. This continual ember seems to burn with a purpose inside of him and every move that is made is done with a purpose and with a force as if his entire life depended on it. He's always on edge and never out of the moment. With a face composed in a constant scowl or slight smirk to draw the ire of his opponents, he gives off the air of a warrior in his element ready to brawl at a moments notice. Crash has become a tool as much as he is a human, built for one purpose and one purpose only cracking skulls and getting paid. Despite his large size and stiff demeanor his movements in battle tell of another story. His body constantly moves bouncing up and down on his feet, shifting and moving left to right never seeming to stop. But when the cord snaps and the punch fly's it happens in almost an instant one flowing into another with the well rehearsed precision of a ballet dancer. To other warriors and creatures it almost all clicks into place watching him fight and watching him move. The flourishes and the well placed dodges, the punches and the kicks. It's through fighting that Crash communicates, it's in a brawl that he feels real and alive. [/color][/indent][/indent] [indent]Personality - [indent][color=7d7d7d]Crash is the type of the Diver that just sweeps with an aura of Professionalism about him. He's calm, collected and speaks very little when on duty distancing himself from any unnecessary distractions. He speaks rather little preferring to show worth through actions rather than words but when he does speak it comes with a sharpness to it. An uncensored bluntness in which Crash will tell everybody how he feels about a situation or a person no matter how harsh those words may be. He has a very single focused mind and will analyze and repeatedly go over the aspects of one minute thing over and over again until he understands it completely. This can be witnessed with his own training, he will throw the same punch a thousand times until it becomes like clockwork and he can do it perfectly without even thinking about it. And in each of those subsequent punches he takes in account all matters of details how his cybernetics are reacting, output, speed, the feeling of his weight transition and uses them to figure out how quickly he needs to pivot or turn back to get back into a guard. He's cold to almost everybody and it is no wonder that Crash does not make a lot of friends as he keeps up the impassiveness of a brick wall. But even walls have depths. As it is quite obvious Crash takes a lot of pride in his fighting and his work. It is what defines him and it is what makes him, him. It is in this regard that makes him a surprising honorable individual for a Diver holding to his own code of values and always going for the fair fight in the end. It's how he keeps his humanity or at least the shreds of it he still possess after all these years. He never fights in rage like a common barbarian but fights with the cold determination and calm of a warrior. But this has it's own problems as while it's all fine and dandy to fight like a civilized man sometimes it just doesn't make sense. While he may act in a manner that is morally sound and the honorable course of action it often is not the most practical and comes at a cost. As while holding your code and honor above your self preservation may give you spiritual or moral satisfaction in 2066 such views only get you killed. The only reason Crash is still alive is because of his abilities a fighter and the fact that a man cybered to his levels is fairly hard person to kill. Though in the end Crash always seems to be living in the moment. He's accepted long ago that he could die at any moment and while others may collapse in panic or run away from that fact, he accepted it. He's not afraid of the nothingness after he croaks, no he's afraid of regret. He wants to have lived his life before the unlucky bullet finds its way into his head. He knows such romantic ideals are silly and childlike but at the same time they are what drive him forward, even if they continue to lead him one step closer to the end. [/color][/indent][/indent] [indent]Biography/background - [indent][color=7d7d7d] The person that would become Crash was born on the newly created Sydney Ark on a rainy September Day. His parents were young at the time barely in their twenties having moved from the mainland to the Ark to try and make a meager living by scavenging what little they could from the ocean floor. Life was pretty rough and even in their small apartment the rent was high and the landlord harsh forcing both parents to go to work in the subs as soon as Crash was old enough to take care of himself. For most of his youth Crash was left alone to his own devices to wander about the Ark. He liked exploring when he was younger, he liked finding new places that he thought nobody else had ever discovered. It was because of his exploring and wandering that it took the Ark police three days of searching to find the boy to just inform him that his parents had both died when their sub depressed deep beneath the waves in the Sunken Sydney below. It was raining the day he was born, it was raining that day to. Child services was a long forgotten concept and nobody cared for some kid who's scavenger parents died in a sub crash, and so Crash took to the alleyways and darker sides of the Ark. It was here that he first really learned how to fight more through trial and error than anything else. If you wanted to protect your stuff, your sleeping spot and yourself you had to be able to defend yourself. He was no natural and he got knocked flat on his ass more times than he could count but he never stopped and got better and better. And when he was a teenager he soon came to the revelation that he could get paid to fight. He started on the streets and moved his way up through the world. But as he climbed the ladder he found out very quickly that if you didn't have cybernetics you wouldn't make it anywhere in the street fighting circuit. It was around that time that he started selling himself as hired muscle to various gangs and groups. It was good enough pay, he first killed somebody during this time. She was a prostitute on the run from a pimp. She struck back at him and he responded but he had just gotten a new cybernetic arm and he didn't know it's power when he struck her in the side of the head. It shattered he skull into twenty one different pieces. Like many though once he started cybering he couldn't stop, it became addicting, the rush and the power it brought and soon he found himself doing darker and darker things to afford new limbs and implants. It came to a head when he almost killed a little boy who stole from one of his clients. He would of done it to but somehow the kid's crying had gotten through as his metal hand closed in around his throat. After a long retrospective time thinking about what he had done and become, he changed into the man he became today. Taking on the handle Crash and adopting a warrior like mentality he'd seen all the heroes do in the movies he set out as a Diver. He wanted to forgot who he was, he wanted to find out what he could be become. [/color][/indent][/indent] [indent]Weapon(s) - [indent][color=7d7d7d]He uses his fists and a Stylia 465-A Auto shotgun for those times when punching things just won't work. The Stylia which he has affectionately named Astrid is a beast of a weapon bigger than some people and designed to clear rooms with a deadly efficiency and with an impressive amount of stopping power. It's size and recoil make it a weapon specifically designed for Crash's frame and body as on a smaller individual it could very well do much damage to the shooter than the target. [/color][/indent][/indent] [indent]Skillset - [indent][color=7d7d7d] -Close Quarters Combat - Fist Fighting - Sustained Assault - Raw Strength [/color][/indent][/indent] [indent]Augmentations - [indent][color=7d7d7d] Citadel Dermal Exolayer: A supple, micro-thin material implanted beneath the epidermis in key areas of the body, as well as over the surface of pre-existing cybernetic limbs. The structure of the plating is a phased composite; the base is a microfiber weave made from carbon nanotubes suspended in a thickening fluid. When kinetic energy from a physical blow or a weapon discharge strikes the plating, the fluid becomes rigid, deflecting the impact shock. Heat and electromagnetically-conductive elements in the armor matrix serve to dissipate damage from fire-related or energized trauma. Basically acts as a more advanced version of body armor. Brawler Mark Five Arm Replacements: These augmented artificial limbs are built on a framework of advanced polymers and lightweight metals. In place of an organic musculature, these augmentations utilize myomers -- bunches of electro-stimulated plastic cables that mimic the actions of muscle tissues, but to a greatly strengthened degree. In combination with tiny motors and shock-absorbing liquid polymer buffers, these cyber-limbs are capable of far exceeding human physical abilities.. Basically can punch harder, dampen recoil and lift heavier things. Through extended hard use can burn out the rotors essentially making his arms useless. Pheidippides Phase Six Leg System: An augmented artificial limbs built on a framework of advanced polymers and lightweight metals. In place of an organic musculature, these augmentations utilize 'myomers'-bunches of electro-stimulated plastic cables that mimic the actions of muscle tissues, but to a greatly strengthened degree. In combination with tiny motors and shock-absorbing liquid polymer buffers, these cyberlimbs are capable of far exceeding human physical attributes. Allowing the user to run faster and jump higher than your normal human through increased power. EYE-SEE Retinal Implant: An optical membrane implant and data-frame for vision augmentations, this device is a microthin base coating layered onto the inside of the human eye, with a synthetic neural tissue spike connected to the optic nerve; it is capable of projecting digital information directly on to the retina. This augmentation implants the human eye with a series of suspended organic-plastic lenses which, in turn, use embedded circuitry to build on the basic data-frame provided by the EYE-SEE Retinal Implant. By interfacing directly with the synthetic neural tissue spike that is connected to the optic nerve, it provides the implanted prosthesis with the ability to match visual silhouettes and body kinetics to micro-thermograph and t-wave lens modules, thus providing a limited degree of “x-ray vision” through walls and light cover. They hook up directly with the Lytex Cranial Plating to provide an almost immediate feedback response. [/color][/indent][/indent]