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[b]Name:[/b] Iker Orozco

[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Nationality:[/b] Mexican (Tlaxcalan)

[b]Noble Arm Name & Appearance:[/b] Campeón Champiñón
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[b]Noble Arm Rank:[/b]

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Power: (A) D
Speed: B
Range: B
Persistence: C
Precision: C
Potential: D
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[b]Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range:[/b] Ranged, but requires Melee/Close-Range

[b]Noble Arm Abilities:[/b] Clavado: Iker physically lodges his axe and moves or manipulates one object at a time within roughly a kilometer of similar composition as any or all of the materials through which the axe is lodged, including the host itself, within the limitations of said materials.

The harder to dislodge the axe, the further control he has. He does not have to hold the axe, but the axe acts as a conduit. He must know what the target object is and in which direction it lies (with 30 degrees' room for error). When the axe is dislodged, he may choose to reverse the damage to the original host.

Materials must match physical properties. For example, wood that becomes burnt and metal that is melted would be rendered inoperable. Living organisms of the same species count as having the same material composition, but living organisms and dead organisms don't. Live trees are the exception, counting both as lumber and as living organisms. Non-sapient target organisms can also be matured or reverted.

[b]Misc Abilities:[/b] Expert marksman with regards to firearms and archery; can use a bola effectively.

[b]Personality:[/b] Believes himself no better or worse than anyone else, and so maintains a baseline level of respect from strangers to bosses. He will just as readily bop the nose of a president as clean up after a janitor's meal. He takes efforts to ensure that his acts of kindness go unnoticed but that his words of wisdom are heeded. He will make distasteful jokes in the most inappropriate times if he thinks they'd be humorous, and he's not afraid to voice his honest opinion.

        [b]*Likes:[/b] Smart humor, good steak, humbling the mighty

        [b]*Dislikes:[/b] Minors, fanfare, personal recognition, arrogant people, cynics

        [b]Fears:[/b] Mobs and mob mentality, obscurity, ants

[b]Bio:[/b] Affinity against radicals runs in Iker's blood. His oldest traceable ancestor, a minor don, lost his land and fortune during Mexico's War for Independence. Another of his ancestors fell to the Zapatistas. His mother never knew her father, as the Partido de las Pobres murdered him. The family tree's collection of pruned branches were jokingly considered a curse in Iker's lineage. His father's fatal mining incident only added to the superstition.

The paternal figure in Iker's life was replaced by the comfort of his extended family, the glorious profiles of Iker's heritage, and the sovereignty of his God. His childhood fantasies were of brave soldiery, not for Mexico but for Spain, destined for failure yet resolute. His uncle (thrice removed) pitied the desperado and took him hunting in Texas on several occasions, where Iker refined his marksmanship outside the Institutional Revolutionary Party's confines.

Iker tasted the wider world, and he wanted a fuller meal. He briefly bade his loved ones farewell and departed, not to return. He was abandoned in memory because none dared to follow. He toured South America, taking various short-term employments, few lasting beyond three months. He learned new skills and expanded his repertoire. He traversed Peru, mined in Chile, herded cattle in Argentina, and finally trimmed Brazil's rainforest.

The Brazilian mechanical equipment once experienced temporary breakdowns. Out of options, Iker and his compatriots charged the trees with axes. Iker imagined himself tearing the lumber apart as he chopped it. Cries came from down the line, as a wholly separate tree splintered into pieces. Iker dropped his assigned axe to find in his hands an alternate, luminous battle-axe. Needless to say, the crew met their quota for the day even before the machinery was repaired. 

Over the next year or so, Iker would test his newfound abilities across all manner of flora and fauna, separating the possible from the impossible. Iker had doubtless more to learn but stood alone in his expertise. Soon, WWIII broke out. China in Iker's eyes embodied the stagnant radicalism he so despised. He made his journey to the Philippines and offered his services as a contracted Noble Arm. Perhaps he would succeed where his predecessors had failed, and break the curse of revolution.

[b]*Current Goal:[/b] For now, to earn his daily bread. In retirement, to own a large ranch and proclaim himself a Don.

[b]Military or Civilian Rank:[/b] N/A

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