@Lost Shadow - you didn't fail us. Others failed you, in a big way. Glad to hear you're alright though. No need to apologise, but thank you for doing so anyway. Obviously, as was said previously, this takes a back seat to near homelessness. No trust has been lost, as you explained the reason behind your absence. As for making a character, go ahead and join in.
Honestly, right now, there isn't much I can think to add. Maybe people could have a go at me for having an accidental third ability, PLOT ARMOUR? Or for being so reckless as to cast a fire spell in a magic library, and grabbing any random book that flies past?
This is because he lost an eye and it would be wholly inappropriate for a godslayer to be named after a god. Wouldn’t it..?
Gender: Male Age: 15 Number: 2 Rank: C
Actual appearance, weapons, and/or equipment may vary. Terms and conditions apply.
We won't all come from the same male donor, so we don't all look the same like storm troopers.
Dammit, that means I have to write something.
3’11” in height, very heavily built. Like a dwarf. (One of the scientists played forum roleplay in his downtime, and thought it’d be hilarious to attempt to create a dwarf godslayer – he played about with Odin’s formula late one night when he was incredibly drunk, and now cannot remember the changes he made as he forgot to record how he created Odin). Long flaming (just very bright red, OK! There’s no need to remind him of that time when he managed to set it on fire…) red locks. He is trying to grow a beard, and is slowly getting there. It’s just a bit scragglier than he’d like at the moment.
He only has one eye through an unlucky succession of happenstances. Nothing to do with strange societies, or being orphaned.
He was always destined to become the ‘butt’ of everyone’s jokes. Not only is he extremely short, but the tattoo was put on his buttocks as part of a drunken bet between another scientist and the tattooist. The ‘I’ is on his left buttock, and the ‘I’ is on the right.
Mischievous, caring, kind-hearted. Very scientific, analytical mind – and wants to mingle with those he was created to protect. Dark sense of humour, bordering on the morbid at times. Believes that there is more to the gods than the simple destruction everyone thinks is all they are capable of – and is repeatedly trying to get the research notes and papers on their creation and the girl. Is watched rather closely as he has attempted to escape numerous times over the years…
Odin can be rather headstrong and has been known for insubordination on the field if he feels that an order directly contradicts his moral values. Teammates first, him second, protect those vulnerable, let no insult go unpunished. He pushes himself to the extremes of his limitations to follow his code.
He is also known for the way he wrote the development notes on the creation of his eye. Very arcane runographic notation, which appears undecipherable. And is believed to have a few intentional errors in it to foil any attempts at recreation of the device.
He finds brawling (friendly rough-housing where it’s consensual) cathartic, much to Hatter’s dismay. Although, he dislikes unnecessarily violent violence. Not a stone cold killer – but will fight to the death of his opponent.
A rather lazy person with a razor-sharp wit and a love of self-deprecating remarks – he tends to be the butt of most jokes, due to his lazy nature and his stature. Is both extraverted and introverted – depends on energy levels and minor mood swings.
Maths and science.
Has been known to help the scientists in the RnD department for weapons and armour design.
Most notably his own equipment and cybernetic eye.
This is just getting silly now, isn’t it?
Video games.
Computers/technology.
Anime.
Brawling.
Devising escape routes
Since he feels that there is more on the outside than he gets to see on deployment.
Puzzles.
Reading.
Food.
Sleep.
His siblings
Most of the time
Disobeying his own moral compass – he would far rather be reprimanded for disobeying orders.
His enforced imprisonment within the compound – he wants to learn about life on the outside…
The same repeated jokes about his height.
He becomes rather ‘short’ tempered…
The bland repetition of days within the compound.
Being kept out of the decision making loop.
Not being allowed to fully understand the process of his genesis or any knowledge about his biological ‘mother’.
Having vital information withheld, basically.
This just sort of happens…
Sorry
The idea that he was bred purely as a dumb brute weapon.
He wants to make his own way through the world, and make his own decisions.
Majorly enhanced durability and strength, with a little bit of extra speed. Has some incredibly heavy reflective armour (a discontinued prototype, as it just wasn’t financially viable (they were struggling to find out how to replicate the material (insert Marvel reference here))).
Also has a neuro-wired cybernetic eye with several possible options. I-R, U-V, Image Enhancement, and Optical Zoom. Has patched together a beautiful night vision option that overlays all of these in one go to get a very nice, albeit psychedelically false colour, view in sub-optimal situations.
He makes up for being slow with an Attack on Titan-esque Omni-Directional Mobility Gear, modified to incorporate a wingsuit into the design. He likes to refer to it as Sleipnir, for obvious reasons. His favourite weapon is his crossbow (that fires mini warheads), but is equally adept with his gigantic Buster style broadsword (‘Gungnir’, as he likes to refer to it (it’s practically as long as he is tall))(that is 'impossibly' sharp at all times), or his fists.
Slightly enhanced regenerative powers and an incredible capacity to take hits and keep on rolling. Seriously though, it takes an awful amount of power, even from a Fiend, to even scratch him. Think in terms of Luke Cage, but if he were to be taken to Godslayer levels.
Mental reflexes are far faster than his physical ones, meaning his reflexes are pretty awesome. Very mathematically/scientifically adept and good at close combat. Long term strategy planning, not so much.
