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Name:
Zuzen

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human Cyborg

Zuzen may at first glance appear to be entirely artificial, but in actuality he is a cyborg. He is simply a cyborg that is composed predominantly of artificial materials, and makes no attempt to hide this fact. Though to be honest, one could compare him to a robot that has numerous organs nestled inside of its body. The process that made Zuzen the way he is essentially took out his organs and implanted them into a metal shell.

Preferred Weapon(s):
Zuzen prefers to use either his rather large fists or improvised melee weapons such as pipes, bottles, chairs, or people.

Abilities:
Any special attributes that Zuzen have are a direct result of his artificial body. His muscles are entirely mechanical and much stronger than a human's, and his exterior is thick and strong enough to serve as armour.

Image of Character:
[img=http://i.imgur.com/JU9FUcw.jpg]

Bio:
Zuzen grew up in poverty on the crime-ridden world of Norrux Mirugal. And so, naturally, it wasn't long before he turned to a life of crime in order to survive and provide for him and his family. It started off small, with him stealing something here or there, but it eventually escalated to far more severe crimes. It wasn't long before he became a hardened criminal and ended up embroiled with one of the gangs. Eventually it got to the point that crimes such as armed robbery, murder, and extortion were commonplace in his life. However, while he was high up in his gang, he was the a big fish in a small pond. And eventually that pond was flooded by the ocean; an ocean with far larger fish. One of the largest criminal organizations in region set its sights on the territory Zuzen;s gang controlld, and he had the misfortune of pissing them off. They responded by murdering his entire gang, as well as him and his whole family.

Zuzen, however, managed to survive. He was gravely wounded however, and would have died were it not for the actions of a kindly priest. The priest found him and took him to a nearby back-alley doctor, who was, miraculously, able to stabilize Zuzen's condition and eventually fix his wounded. Zuzen had absolutely no idea why the priest would have even considered doing this for him, especially since the priest paid the doctor out of his own pocket. It wasn't that Zuzen and the priest were strangers, quite the opposite in fact. Zuzen and his gang had oftentimes roughed the priest up for money in return for "protection" and not trashing the man's tiny chapel. Zuzen was utterly baffled by the man's actions, and was even more confused when the priest offered to let Zuzen take refuge within his small home. At one point the priest even apologized to Zuzen for the mediocre accommodations to be found within his home.

It was here that over the next few years that Zuzen's view off the world changed. The priest shared his beliefs openly with Zuzen, and while at first Zuzen ignored them he eventually came to belief as the priest did; Zuzen even adopted the priest's ascetic lifestyle. Though there was one crucial exception; while the priest believed in forgiveness and compassion Zuzen could not let go of his desire for revenge. But over the years this desire transformed into something more, a desire for justice and righteous punishment for the wicked. Despite the priest's best efforts Zuzen couldn't be swayed away from this belief, and in time began to go out into the urban sprawl and act as a vigilante. But he was limited, as his near-death years before hadn't left him unscathed, and the scars still hurt and limited him. And this was Zuzen's life until one fateful day when history was to repeat itself. The organization that had nearly killed him noticed the priest's tiny chapel after years of it flying beneath their radar, and began to demand payment from it, or else they'd destroy it and kill the priest and the small number of followers he had. The priest, of course, obliged and paid in order to keep his people safe. But Zuzen was not quite so forgiving; these people were monsters and scum, much as he had once been. But the difference was clear, Zuzen had repented and worked to better the world. And so Zuzen managed to gather a number of people together, mostly other followers of the priest who thought the way he did, and staged a raid on the organization. They managed to succeed, and steal a handsome sum of money, but everyone but Zuzen died as a result. And what's worse, it was divulged that many of the people who took part were members of the priest's congregation. Needless to say the priest and everyone were killed, and it was all Zuzen's fault. He had planned on giving the money to the needy, but decided against it. Instead, he took it to a doctor and surgeon that was renowned across the entirety of Norrux Mirugal.

It was this doctor who turned Zuzen into the mechanical being that he is today. The reasons for this are two-fold; firstly it was so that he could better fight against the rampant crime on his home, and secondly it was the epitome of the ascetic beliefs he had adopted from the priest, as this new body was unable to experience pleasures of the flesh. While he still has yet to punish those who killed the priest and his friends, he has made a small amount of good. He travels across the face of Norrux Mirugal, refusing to become disheartened despite not making any major difference overall.

Other:
It's worth noting that Zuzen still has to breathe; his remaining organs still require oxygen after all. He also "eats," though it's not technically eating so much as it is injecting a nutrient-rich slurry into a slot on his face.[/center]
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[hider=Æðelþryð Cynebaldsdohtor]
[center]Name:
Æðelþryð (Aethelthryth) Cynebaldsdohtor

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Preferred Weapon(s):
Æðelþryð carries around as many grenades and other explosives around with her as she can. She also tends to have a vest of high-yield explosives strapped to her chest for the most dire of circumstances.

Abilities:
She's extremely proficient at making explosives and can throw quite accurately, thanks to a fair amount of practice. But she's really just a regular old human.

Image of Character:
[img=http://i.imgur.com/e3uVKhj.jpg]

Bio:
Æðelþryð is a terrorist. Well, not quite; she's been labelled as such by the authorities of every single planet she's ever visited, and she herself quite likes the term and uses it to describe herself. But since the definition of terrorism is "the use of violence and intimidation in the pursuit of political aims," she doesn't quite fit. While she does indeed commit widespread and indiscriminate bombings, they're not for some bigger goal. She simply does it because she loves making and watching explosions, regardless of the damage they cause.

She was born on a world with a very distinct dichotomy between the rich and the poor. The rich lived incredibly lavish lives in the clean and beautiful "upper world", while the poor worked and toiled all their lives in the filthy and polluted "under world" to support lifestyle the rich. Æðelþryð was born into the latter category, but in some ways she was lucky. She was an accident, and in fact her father wanted her mother to have an abortion, as a child would mean another mouth to feed. However, Æðelþryð's mother refused and wound up giving birth to her. Her mother died from complications soon after, and her father threw her into the street like trash. But luckily she was found by a man named Cynebald, who took in the infant and raised her as if she was his own child. Cynebald was also the one who taught her all she knows about explosives, for that was his job. He was known as the Bombsmith, and was mostly left alone for a number of reasons. Criminals left him alone because they knew they'd do jobs for him and that trying to break into his home would be a death sentence. And those in the upper echelons of society left him alone for similar reasons, it wasn't uncommon for them to hire him for dirty jobs to take out their rivals or ruin them.

So Æðelþryð spent most of her early life with this man, learning the insides and outsides of bombs and explosives, how to make and use them, etc. Everything she'd need to know about them. And she took a great enjoyment in it, even from a young age she was enamoured with the explosions. They were powerful, they were beautiful, they were perfect. Eventually she started going out on jobs with her adoptive father, but he would scold her because she used her explosives with an almost reckless abandon, not seeming to care about any form of collateral damage. When he realized he couldn't stop her from doing so, he stopped taking her out on jobs with her. And so she left. It wasn't like she ran away, she told him she was leaving, that she wanted to find her own way in the world. And he accepted it and let her go, after providing her with plenty of supplies and wishing her luck.

And that was how her reign of terror began. She traveled far and wide across numerous planets, bombing buildings and people because she loved to do it. And she managed to lay low and avoid the authorities, though she did have some close calls at first. And she lived like this for several years.

Eventually she decided to make her way to Norrux Mirugal, figuring that the fact that it didn't really have any government besides the gangs would make it pleasantly easy to bomb quite a few buildings before moving on with little risk. Unfortunately Rectja Tyrr somehow discovered that she was on the planet, and who they were. So he sent some of his thugs with an "invitation"; she refused and proceeded to blow them up. Then he sent some thugs out after her; she blew them up as well. The next time he sent even more men, and despite the fact that they took numerous casualties, they eventually managed to corner her and take her captive. Well, "captive" wouldn't be the proper term as she wasn't completely at their mercy, thanks to the vest of high-yield explosives Æðelþryð was wearing. Upon meeting Rectja he made it clear that he could use someone of her talents and skills, and essentially blackmailed her into working for him. After all, he could make sure that she didn't leave the planet, and it would be rather unfortunate were the authorities of the planets she'd visited to receive an anonymous tip as to her current location. And this is still her current situation, working for Rectja. Her feelings are mixed, she doesn't particularly like Rectja and his thugs and she's not fond of the fact that she was caught and can't pick her targets, but she does still get to enjoy blowing things up.

Other:
The rebreather/gas-mask looking apparatus Æðelþryð wear on her face isn't just for show. The under world of her home planet is so filthy and polluted that the people living their have built up an immunity to the toxic pollutants in the smoggy atmosphere. However, this has resulted in them having difficulty breathing in "clean" air. Even on Norrux Mirugal if she were to remove it she would suffer from shortness of breath, fatigue, wheezing, and other such problems. Not that she tells anyone this.[/center]
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[hider=Doc Valentine][center]
[b]Name:[/b]
Doc Valentine

[b]Gender:[/b]
Male

[b]Species:[/b]
Human

[b]Preferred Weapon(s):[/b]
Valentine carries around a personal revolver for protection.
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[b]Abilities:[/b]
Valentine is an incredibly gifted doctor and surgeon, despite not having any formal education or a medical license.

[b]Image of Character:[/b]
Will put one here as soon as I find one.

[b]Bio:[/b]
Doc Valentine was born Valentine Valentine to a prostitute on Norrux named Valentine and an unknown father. His mother didn't particularly care for the young child, and mostly saw him as getting in the way of her job. However, his mother died when he was rather young and he fortunately came into the care of Doctor Herring, who ran a clinic in the slums, caring for anyone who came in with no questions asked. After many years, during which Valentine became the skilled surgeon and doctor he is today, Herring died and Valentine inherited the clinic. He kept it operating much the same as before, anyone could come in and receive treatment, though now he allowed the poor and homeless treatment free of charge. Though some people are still wary of coming to him due to the fact that Valentine is somewhat unprofessional and not all there mentally; he may be a skilled doctor, but he's still a back-alley doctor.

[b]Other:[/b]
He currently has three "nurses" (assistants); Nurse Nina (an ex-mercenary who doesn't actually do anything medical and is simply a guard; he calls her nurse because it 'fits with the theme'), Nurse Jericho (an orphan like Valentine), and Nurse Lillianne (a woman from a wealthy family who fled to Norrux and became Valentine's assistant because she wanted to be in charge of her own life). They aren't exactly major characters, and more like NPCs that are sort of there at Doc Valentine's clinic; they're not going to come with him when the group leaves Norrux and they don't have to ever come back into the story if Sora doesn't want them to.[/center]
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