[b]Appearance[/b]: [img]http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/disney/images/f/f3/Capic.png/revision/latest?cb=20140127224525[/img]
[b]Name[/b]: Chef Gold or just Gold
[b]Race[/b]: Ursid - They are depicted as brute warriors with a big physique said to resemble that of a bear but they are also a cunning people. Brute force is meant more to gain respect and the obedience of others as it is rarely used to achieve one's goals except when you are in war of course.
[b]Age[/b]: 47
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Job[/b]: Chef
[b]Weapons[/b]:
[list]Cyborg Eye - Gold's eye gives him several optic visionary functions he can use simultaneously, such as Zoom-in, Thermal vision, Night vision, X-Ray, and more. Besides the optic visionary functions he can channel a beam of laser from his eye for a short duration.
Cybernetic Arm - Gold's cyborg arm serves a variety of functions, containing a surprising amount of tools as well as weapons, such as a clamp, a sword, a plasma flintlock pistol, a torch/flamethrower, a plethora of sharp implements and tools, like scissors, a cleaver, cooking wares, etc., pincer-esque appendages, and more.
Cybernetic Peg Leg - Silver's cyborg leg works via hydraulic pump, so damage to it inhibits him, leaving him to limp until it can be repaired. It also carries a detachable grenade launcher Silver can attach to his cyborg arm.
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[b]Abilities[/b]:
[list]Cooking - Gold is a master chef and maximizes his cooking skills with his cybernetic tools, enabling him to cook his dishes at a surprising rate of speed.
Fighting - Be it hand to hand, with a sword/knife/gun he is a master in the field coming from a long life filled with battles.
Torture - Even if it remains only as a grim reminder of his past self, it is still a part of him and he still has the necessary skills to make anyone yield under his "ministrations".
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[b]Personality[/b]: He is a lot more friendly now after joining the culinary arts. A lot more friendly and cunning. He is convinced that the his fighting days are behind him so he focuses more on being cunning and using ways that don't involve violence, as far as it's possible.
[b]Bio[/b]: A huge civil war tore his planet apart and with it came the near extinction of his kind when a machine that targeted the planet's core with powerful seismic pulses was created and eventually destroyed the planet. A few other survived. During the war, Cpt. Gold as his troopers called him because of his golden eye, was made infamous for the usage of his torture methods on the radicals during the Ursid Civil War. In the end thought he wasn't able to save anything, the war was lost as the radicals managed to "change" something. Before there was a planet and now...just rubble.

Since then he has been traveling aimlessly until he got into a planet ruled by corruption. There he earned a name in the underground fighting arenas, Golden Eyed Devil. A name and money at that since he never lost a single battle. That changed when he was beaten by an alien creature which had weapons on its person. The rules of the arena allowed no weapons or armor, only hand to hand combat. The alien creature claimed that the blades were part of his body, same as hands and limbs on others. The Golden Eyed Devil wasn't going to back from this either way. During the fight the creature managed to cut his left leg and drop him to the ground. Turning back in hoped to hear the cheers of the crowd it was only greeted by booos but then the cheering went through the roof when The Infamous Devil got up on his one feet and got into fight position, rage adorned his face. Angry for not getting the crowd on it's side, the alien creature charged for the Ursid with an extended scythe. With his right hand he held the creatures wrist so it couldn't use it's blade while with the left hand he used it as a shield to greet the slices of the creature and protect his head. Finally he took the opening and lunged in with his mouth to tear the creatures head clean off. The crows was mad with excitement and adrenaline and the last things he heard before he blacked out was the chanting of his stage name in the planet's home language.

Waking up he was greeted by robotic doctors. They had patched his lost limbs and asked him if he wanted a cybernetic replacement for those.
"Only the best this shithole has to offer."

After that he left the fighting business in a sort of epiphany coming from his near death experience. Later he learned that he had a thing for the culinary arts, it relaxed him and made him feel appreciated when others liked his food. But to say the truth, deep down he misses the days of fighting. They're not past yet.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oxGAfIm5l0[/youtube]
Him while cooking.