[hider=Okay White Mage Rage ready to roll?] Tag: White Mage Rage Name: Silas Adonis Contou Age: 44 Gender: Male Nationality: The Republic of Liboli Craft: Combat Medical Healer - A fighting White Mage as it were, with a caveat. He needs to inflict an impact to instill the healing. This often takes the form of him bashing someone across the back of the head or shooting someone with a less-then-lethal shot. Beanbang from a shotgun, rock salt round, or his favorite running up, and smashing his fist into the wound site. This stemmed from his time as a Paramedic and Emergency Medical Technician in Civilian life before he joined the Liboli Military. As a Paramedic and EMT he often had to witness really bad injuries in really stupid conditions. Someone ran a red light and ended up impaling some poor kid on a sign post, or a street fight breaks some drunk morons neck. And he'd show up after to treat this and knuckle up, say "We'll do what he can." It got to him. Really got to him. At a five vehicle, fifteen person accident, his unit was one of three responders (yeah amazing huh?). It's during this that he Broke Through or Unlocked, call it what you want. He was helping a fire responder opening a vehicle, and getting people out. Only to watch a mother losing the fight in his arms. She reached towards her infant daughter. Something inside her was losing the fight. And something just shattered. He roared, chambered back his fist, and punches the woman in the chest. Responders roared in horror, before they could get at him to pull him away he brought his fist down again in a hammer fashion. This time, a flare of Magic. out from the point of impact. To the tune of his roar of rage. And the woman came back. Almost dead and she came back. Silas panting, clearly not seeing clearly let the woman's head drop to the ground gently, before he staggered to the others, He "hit" two more spiking his new Healing ability twice more before one of the responders tugged him to the side. He'd later to be described as to looking like he ran a trio of Marathons back to back. After training, lots of training and joining Reactor, he'd learn it took anger, rage and thoughts of loss to trigger his Magic, and that it really helped if he hit his subject with something blunt, luckily he like's to punch things huh? Vessels Carried Medic's Bag - A hold over from his time as a paramedic, it allows him to key into the healing magic and actually carries his main Vessel The Hippocratic Oath...Knuckle Dusters - A paired set of steel burnished knuckle dusters, made from the recovered metal from the sthetscope, medical scissors, and belt buckle he had been wearing when he first unlocked his magic Red Cross Club - A big heavy truncheon, made of a lead core with a dark oak wooden sheath, with medical cross studs all up and down it's length, Bonk Cures Bonk Channels Carried Medic's bag - both Channel and Vessel, holds his knuckle dusters and club. Can super charge his healing magic. Smaller Bonk - A lighter black jack style hitter, he'll off hand it when he's holding the Red Cross, or have it tucked into his fist when he's got the knuckle dusters on. Works as a good close range weapon if need be, and empowers his healing Appearance: [hider=What? Yer not dying...] [img]https://i.gyazo.com/35b2569def4e13809f17e149b9d3c1e9.png[/img] [/hider] Squat, broad and big boned, but not in a fat sense. Dark haired, with swarthy olive colored skin. Bio: On the first meeting, Silas comes across as a straight forward, tired and somewhat mean man, someone who really shouldn't be in a position of healing and physical care. On the second meeting...well he's still tired, mean and straight forward, but by that time a person has likely seen Silas charge into a fire fight, tackle a wounded ally, bear them to the ground or alternatively suplex them and pummel them for a short bit, all while screaming for them to get into cover or to stop getting hurt. Upon third meeting people.learn that Silas is actually a bundle of rage and caring rolled into a blunt of olive skin. He's mean to keep.people alive. He's angry because it fuels his healing magic. And he's straight forward because someone had to be during the firefight. Astonishingly he's got a courageous streak wider then the ocean, and will always charge into fire to help someone. No it doesn't mean he's unafraid, thats his job. And will.he be screaming like a mad man the whole time because of their idiocy? Of Course he will. History: Pre-Reactor Silas spent time in the Liboli Military as a Combat Medic. With the awakening of his Magic before joining up he was fast tracked into the magical corps pretty quick. Before the military he was a full time paramedic EMT working on call outs and Emergency services. Just like his time in the medical Civilian sector the military medical landscape was more intense. Responding to a shooting was different with the military...usually because the shooting was still going on. At first he eschewed weaponry of his own, choosing instead to charge in unarmed and get the job done. For.much of his military career he didn't carry a gun. That changed quickly when he joined Reactor. Right out of military service he was recruited by the Reactor Medical division. Better pay, clearer objective. Hey he could work with that. At first he tried his original.plan. no guns. That didn't work.out. his first Reactor deployment had the OpFor popping shots off at him. So he grabbed a discarded pistol and shot back. Before the next deployment he got a crash course in weapons. Tried to hand him an AR then a DMR then a Long rifle. He wouldn't have it. "I do all my work up close." He had rumbled. They slapped a big pistol into his hands. That had worked. And them on his way out. He stopped. Ohhh...scatter gun...he fell in love. He tried all kinds. He went into his next deployment with a sawn down mossberg variant. It wasn't until.late into his Reactor career that he got his hands on the big brute KS-23. Never looked back. Post Reactor he got drummed out and tried to return to the civilian sector. That didn't workout. Well okay it did but it wasn't the same. It didn't have the same adrenaline of combat medicine. And the Polavian medical.scene wasn't all that great. So he ended up drifting from town to town occasionally utilizing his skills. But it wasn't quite the same. Weaponry (including Channels): Primary - KS-23 23mm/6 guage shotgun (big scatter gun) Secondary - Ruger Super Redhawk .454 casull (big ass revolver that Alucard would love) Alternates - Chiappa Triple Crown (triple barrel break action 20 guage shotgun), Mossberg Maverick Slide Action Shotgun (classic rack and roll shotgun in 20 guage), Arsenal Firearms AF2011-A1 (double barreled, dual firing 1911 style pistol in .45 ACP), TTI Pit Viper (With the Ferocious Fangs and firing 9mm) Other gear/weapons/equipment: Smoke Canister Grenade - Blue x2, Red x2, White x6 Hornets Nest Anti Riot grenades (rubber balls in a compressed ball, hurts like hell) x4 Carries a full Medical Kit in a secondary medics bag. Everything for a field operation... Food(non-perishable), water and a field cooking kit just in case Tactical PDA, with a limited satellite uplink, to keep notes on those people he might be treating A wonderfully wicked tanto bladed karambit knife. Carries a tin canister flask filled with that days rotgut His armor takes the form of a chest plate carrier with combat webbing and a medics band, thigh and hip kevlar ensemble, and a helmet with medics cross ribbon on it. Other useful information: Hobbies - Has a wonderful liking of liquor, and likes to mix drinks in his off hours. Often making his own Rotgut drink, or homemade vodka. Also enjoys working on models, things like robot snap kits and the like. Absolutely loves to cook. Stood as the Reactor Medic Corps. Boxing Champion for several years running, no wonder huh? Might be a raging yet functioning alcoholic Likes His Squad alive and hale The Zen of a good drink The click of a model getting into place The adrenaline of a fight, and pulling a Doc Roe on an ally Dislikes Not knowing the score of a situation Lite Alcohol A squaddie getting hurt and he can't tend to it immediately [/hider]