[center][h3][b]Unnamed Papionine Monkey Carrying Anti-Air Cannon[/b][/h3][/center] But we just call him the [b]Flak Macaque.[/b] [b]Heavy:[/b] Nah. [b]Tall:[/b] Not really? Definitely bigger than you'd expect, though, like he could eat your cat if he wanted to [b]Old:[/b] Nope. [b]Wizard:[/b] [i]Fuck yeah, baby[/i] [b]Tier/Influence:[/b] [b]4[/b] ([i]national[/i]); or however high you have to be to jump the arbitrary fence between magic and science. [b]Group(s):[/b] his college band was called 'Lung Rot Emporium' [b]Appearance:[/b] He's a fairly large male gelada, so [url=http://www.awf.org/sites/default/files/media/gallery/wildlife/Gelada/Gelada_gallery_2.jpg?itok=EpvUPQTe]this[/url]. [url=http://cdn2.arkive.org/media/D7/D7A60264-6738-4397-85D9-29090A78DCBC/Presentation.Large/Male-gelada.jpg]This[/url] is a better look at his body shape. That mane stands on end when he's mad, though, and we'd be lying if we said that isn't fucking scary, never mind the [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0L8ZF_qnVKM/VS8IXFvW73I/AAAAAAAAPTY/vCxuTUQ95JU/s1600/gelada.jpg]lip flip and huge fangs.[/url] That said, a lot of that hair is usually cut short, tied back or shaved due to the nature of Flak Macaque's magic and general line of work. He wears clothes when he needs to- Mostly welding goggles, gloves or palm wraps, and boots. Often a cigarette, always a fanny pack, sometimes a toolkit. When he needs to, he puts on khaki overalls or a trench coat, both tailored to his size. His rebar staff accompanies him also. What do you mean, you thought he was an actual macaque? We just call him that because it rhymes. [b]Personality:[/b] On a typical day, Flak Macaque is the deadest motherfucker you ever did see. The guy's seen everything. Life is a brutal unending grind and Flak Macaque has largely given up on optimism, although he's far from pessimistic either, which probably makes him some kind of disgruntled stoic. Or a sage. Depends who you ask, really. Anyway, Flak Macaque needs a lot of coffee and nicotine to keep himself going, though he at least tries to stay away from heroin. What's funny is that he [i]does[/i] keep himself going. At least part of the reason Flak Macaque is always tired is because he's always working, even in his sleep. It's not clear why. Morally speaking he's, well, not such a bad guy. Flak Macaque tries to civilians out of his riskier business and generally isn't much shadier than your local meth cook. The problem is his complacency with other, darker figures. For someone who tries not to hurt people who aren't asking for it, Flak Macaque spends a lot of time associating with people who will. Mostly by selling weapons to them. And by 'them', we mean private military contractors. If a UFP sniper drone ever seems to be casting a weird shadow and moving [i]much[/i] too fast, you know who to blame. [b]Abilities:[/b] [list][*][sup]( [b]2[/b] )[/sup] [hider=The Magic of Soot and Flames] Flak Macaque is a specialised yet capable conjurer. He sports an affinity for items that fulfill a very specific set of aesthetic and technological criteria, which he refers to as their 'punk'. Flak Macaque's native punk is that of a distinctive era of ancient warfare, characterised by such things as unpainted steel plate, cordite, tape decks, trench coats, rivets, gas masks- Collectively, they form the 'diesel' punk. Flak Macaque can summon certain objects and materials from thin air, granted that they conform to his punk. The conjuration proceeds as though the items are being resurrected from long-dead battlefields. Rust regains its lustre, soot becomes oil. [/hider] [*][sup]( [b]4[/b] )[/sup] [b]Chromatic Aberration[/b] -- [*][sup]( [b]2[/b] )[/sup] [b]Elbow Grease[/b] -- [*][sup]( [b]1[/b] )[/sup] [b]Teeth[/b] -- Seriously, have you ever seen a papionine's teeth? Big pointy fuckers.[/list] [b]Items:[/b] [list][*][sup]( [b]2[/b] )[/sup] [b]Flak Gun[/b] -- Everybody's favourite anti-aircraft shrapnel weapon! Its size and recoil make it a strictly immobile mounted gun, but with just ten to fifteen minutes of sorcery, Flak Macaque can have a very reasonable bit of artillery on the field. [*][sup]( [b]3[/b] )[/sup] [b]Tank Mounted Flak Cannon [/b] -- While its little sister struggles to hit anything with modern armour or shielding, this monster has no such qualms. A crawler tank riddled with anaglyphs and packing four barrels worth of supersonic pain, Flak Macaque only takes a day off to summon the Ugly Bastard if he knows he's in deep shit. [*][sup]( [b]3[/b] )[/sup] [b]Wizard's Staff[/b] -- [*][sup]( [b]2[/b] )[/sup] [b]Flamethrower[/b] -- A pretty ordinary weapon, as these things go. Spits a breath of fresh air a short distance in front of the user. Robust, simple design makes it easy to summon and keep loaded. [*][sup]( [b]1[/b] )[/sup] [b]Tools and shit[/b] -- Yeah. Literally just a box of tools. [*][sup]( [b]1[/b] )[/sup] [b]Gas Mask[/b] -- Obligatory dieselpunk headgear. He had some plans to plans to slap shielding anaglyphs on it, but those never panned out.[/list] [b]Anaglyphs:[/b] [list][*][sup]( [b]4[/b] )[/sup] [b]Chromatic Aberration[/b] -- [/list] [b]History:[/b] [b]Name:[/b] okay fine, it says 'Virgil Smithereen' on most of his legal documents. He probably just made that up though.