[center][color=ed1c24][b][h2]Omi Barsait[/h2][/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Vj5VRlL.png[/img] [color=f7976a][hider=Appearance] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ORjSJwB.jpg[/img] [/hider] 🐍 [i]Height[/i]: 5’11” [i]Weight[/i]: 186 lbs [i]Reach[/i]: 77” [i]Body Type[/i]: Gaunt, barrel chested, some muscle to him. Arms are exceptionally long for his body. "[b]Oh? I see! This is what you validate existing with.[/b]" [i]Age[/i]: 29 years of age. [i]Gender[/i]: Male. [i]Occupation:[/i] Security Auditor; mercenary for hire. [i]Abilities:[/i] 𝧜 [b]Serpentine Fire[/b]: Housing a low sentience biomass within him, Omi can expel it from his body in the shape of deformed serpents. With a decisive motion of his hands such as snapping his fingers, these can be made to ignite aflame. They house many properties that give the man in red much needed arsenal, including though not limited to augmenting his reach, separating then binding together his flesh & blood limbs, and goring apart his foes. Where he comes from, he was given the epithet of "[i]Artist[/i]" for guiding these unnatural cobras adders and vipers about as their ghastly red glow and yellow eyes herald unfortunate times. [img]https://i.imgur.com/S6Jz1nd.png[/img] 𝧜 [b]Timeless[/b]: Tapping into a crude but budding psionic talent, Omi's mind and the scene ahead can become one. In function, time itself halts. However, as his body could not withstand the strain of truly moving in this altered time space without violently breaking apart into something of a blood balloon, the applications of this power are more limited to information gathering and assessment generation. That is to say, Omi can see ahead of him, and he can think. Nothing more. There is no true maximum duration to this state for after all no time has passed, but once it is ended and end it must for him to take action, Timeless cannot be initiated again for a short window as his brain adjusts. The greatest, and weakest, form of chronomancy: one that is not. [img]https://i.imgur.com/6u7jPna.png[/img] [i]Skills:[/i] ________________________________________ 𝧜 "Self-Defense Training." One of his professional services he renders for a modest price. This translates to little more than beating someone senseless and then extracting pay from them, mugging and violation with extra steps and formalities. Yet in his mindset, they're one in the same: he won't kill them and that's more than a real combat situation can promise. And think of what they can learn for a nominal fee. It [i]is theorized[/i] he moves on in location if his reputation for this service gets too ugly, preferring vague utterances over nastier incidents otherwise. [i]Personality:[/i] Condescending but in a warm fashion, Omi's holds a blue and orange morality compared to the norm. He believes the ultimate sign of trust is to attempt to abuse the trusted, because he has no doubts they'll fail to withstand the pressure. A duel with a child should be conducted with the express intent of crushing and killing them unless they surrender, because to do otherwise is dishonoring their resolve to lay their life down for a cause. Hedonistic but not above waxing poetic about his personal philosophy on war or governance, sometimes lacing in insults into his dialogue intentionally while other times trying to talk "casually" in a fashion that belittles the subject, there's few who hold a neutral perspective once having met Barsait. Very eager to experience the celebratory end of society with its various forms of decadence; women, alcohol, banquet, glory! [i]Biography:[/i] Hails from Zyne of the Holy Sands, a land with undead aristocracy where magical innovation and conquest is the only way to pierce the nobility among the human population whilst the rest served as gladiatorial slaves and labor of all types, Omi himself being no exception. Having survived pit fighting from a young age, he was eventually taken to apprentice under a wizard with malicious aims, though fate instead blessed him with the ill tamed serpent nightmare rumbling beneath his skin. Strike while the iron is hot, as though violence was the only constant in his upbringing, the idea of striking above your means and getting to experience delicacies while your opposition falls was cathartic. To make them gnash their teeth before felling them and then to obtain minor Dukedom; to leave them rotting while you eat a sundae.. many cite the divine comedy but then this! This was a godly ballad! [i]Likes:[/i] Victory. Conquest. Domination. Decadence. Comfort. Resolving conflict. Seductive qualities. [i]Dislikes:[/i] Unresolved duels. "Let bygones be bygones" faux peace. Sloppy food. Grating music. Inactivity. [i]Fears:[/i] Tainted flesh. Rotting meat. [i]Weaknesses:[/i] Being provoked into fits of rage. Obsessive constant, not necessarily accurate threat assessment mentally fatigues him. Tires easily in social situations while feeling refreshed once things go southward be it battle or otherwise. [i]Other:[/i] His snakes can in fact consume food and drink, giving him the nutritional value thereof. He avoids doing this in public usually, but when prone watching a target for entirely legal services rendered from afar, it has came in handy to ah, eat without eating. [hider=To eat and eat well.] [img]https://i.imgur.com/hmTBSwc.jpg[/img] [/hider] [i]Theme Song:[/i] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESSl6v0sSz8]"[i]Serpentine Fire[/i]" by Earth, Wind & Fire[/url] [/color] [/center]