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Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

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Zun - Airport

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'Getting sick of these guys...'

Voyt had been pinned down effectively by the firing squad of these.... Mercenaries? Soldiers? The distinction didn't matter much to Voyt beyond that everytime he took out one of them another moved in to keep up the constant volley of suppression fire. They operated with a cold efficiency Voyt himself would instil under the circumstances but it was currently making it difficult for him to vacate without resorting to extreme measures to break through their defences. He was more than confident he could take out every last one of them but his methods for such were considerably louder and he was so close to the main hall of the airport, if he were to burst his way to the outside it ran a large risk of any potential crowds outside to focus their attention on him, a wanted man.

Cursing under his breath, Voyt fired against the wall in front of him, ricocheting his shots behind his cover and back at his attackers, hearing the sounds of the attackers crying out and hitting the floor, followed by the boots of their comrades moving up and taking their place as the onslaught of machine gun fire continued.

'Have to find an opening. Pick my moment. Find a way out of this place in the chaos.'

The gunslinger moved from cover and began firing. He'd force an opening without blowing his way out and using this attack to conceal himself from any potential witn-

vrooooooooooooooooooom...

'Goddammit.'

Jill charged her motorcycle straight through the firing line right as Voyt moved from cover to engage his attackers. The men in black armour barely had time to fire on the Gunslinger before leaping for safety or being bowled over outright by Jill and her overly elaborate bike. In any other situation he would have made off and left Jill to fend off against the attackers herself but she'd quite clearly already saw him, braking her motorcycle close to Voyt after effectively dismantling the row of soldiers. She looked him up and down more with confusion than her usual haughty sneer.

"Voyt? What the hell are you doing here?!"

'hrn.'

"Vacation." Voyt replied, reaching into the bag around his shoulder and pulling out his mask, hardly seemed to matter about keeping a low profile now but at least he wouldn't give that robot hovering around Jill the satisfaction of recording much of his face for the show.

"Not sure exactly what's happening here. Also not planning to leave in your custody."

The sounds of boots hitting the tiled floor broke the confrontation between the Rider and the Outlaw. A larger strike force of the men in black armour entered down the hall, clearly done with talking as the one in front made a motion with his hand and they lifted their rifles in unison.

"Though I think that can wait right now." Voyt said, raising his own weapons and beginning to fire, shooting with such inhuman speed and accuracy he was effectively shooting their rounds out of the sky. There were too many and they remained too coordinated to do much beyond standstill them doing this, but it kept him from any potential harm.

Things were muddled now, the plan had changed. He knew Jill wouldn't be one to let him leave unopposed but he also knew she wasn't liable to just leave the airport in the hands of whoever these people were and the lives they'd already claimed. The only plan Voyt had at present was to get Jill to engage these attackers and remove himself from the premises while she was distracted.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

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Zun - Airport Bar

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With the Justice Rider gone and hopefully far away from Voyt he allowed himself to relax slightly, he couldn't recall tangling with a Rider like that and the Rider in question didn't seem to recognise him from up close, either he was new, didn't tangle in regular affairs of the Justice Riders or perhaps he simply didn't care.

'Still, can't rule out the possibility that he's notified his comrades and they're all waiting outside th-'

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

The fight or flight response in seemingly every patron was triggered the second the sound of automatic-gunfire filled the airport. Some, either non-nomads or less powerful, immediately threw themselves under the tables or began fleeing with reckless abandon out of the bar. Others, more physically capable looking at least on the surface, rose to their feet and charged out into the direction of the gunfire sounds, with varying degrees of dramatics, some opted to jump straight out the windows instead of the door.

Voyt simply sat in his seat, frown spreading across his lips as he slowly rose to his feet. He had always felt attuned to the sounds of a weapon about to be fired, the tightening of flesh around a gun's grip, the clink of a bullet entering the chamber. But, he had hoped to be mistaken, or at the very least the large number of Nomads would deter an attack like this, but whoever the attackers were, there was a lot of them and they sounded more than a match for the conglomerate of Nomads in the airport. Voyt needed no special senses now to smell the pungent nitroglycerine in the air or the sounds of bullets flying and people screaming.

"Keep the change." Voyt said, placing a bill on the bar table and looking over it at the terrified bartender seeking refuge "I'm going to go find a way out of this airport now. I may well end up clearing a path for you, in the meantime keep yourself hidden."

Voyt's words of advice were delivered in his standard matter-of-fact delivery, downplaying the situation considerably but doing nothing to calm the bartender. Nor did Voyt's eyes narrowing as he glared down at the frightened man.

"If you do make it out, I was never here. You don't remember my face. We haven't met. Understand?"

The bartender nodded profusely.

Voyt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his mask, bringing down his stetson and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He un-did the main zip of his bag and pulled out his two revolvers, looking both over for a second before closing his bag and exiting the bar, revolvers twirling in his hands as he did so.

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Zun - Airport Main Hall

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Exiting the bar, Voyt saw how empty the deeper areas of the airport had gotten, the unmissable stains of blood and continued sounds of screaming and shooting were the only things reminding him the attack was still very much ongoing in the more populated areas, regardless he walked with a continued stride, the sound of his boots against the marbled floor intersecting with the sounds of the attack growing ever louder.

"DUTY, ISOLATE, COAGULATE." The voice of the black armoured attacker had a robotic twinge to it, most likely an effect from their helmets Voyt assumed. He watched a team of three on the ground floor disappear underneath him and out into another section of the airport from the open walkway on the second floor he could now truly see the attacker's and Nomads going at it, some fighting back but the attackers though fewer in numbers were obviously well trained and worked with ruthless efficiency.

"Malignant identified, Threat Level One."

Another group of three aimed their guns at Voyt, who in an instant aimed one of his revolvers back at them, while still focusing his attention down at the floor below.

"Lower your weapons and get down on the floor."

Their voices though altered sounding were unmistakably professional and emotionless, treating the attack like a routine sweep. The parallels between them and Voyt were beginning to irk him, at least he had the decency to do things himself and without a voice changer.

"Time's up."

One of them fired their assault rifles at Voyt, only then did he look to his side to face them, pushing himself feet first from the railing as time almost crawled to a standstill around him as his senses and focus sharpened, he fired his revolvers at the shooter, the bullet meant for him whizzing barely past the side of his head. As Voyt landed with a roll time resumed to its natural progression, and his would be killer now sported two holes in the centre of his forehead. He dropped to the floor. His two comrades looked at one another for the briefest of moments before immediately firing their rifles towards Voyt, who had taken cover around the corner.

'One nothing.'

Voyt reached deep into his bag as the bullets whizzed by, he could hear both gunmen slowly making their way towards him and alternating suppressing fire when either needed to reload. Voyt paused for a moment to aim his revolver at the railing before firing, the bullet ricocheting off of it and past the corner.

"I'm hit!" One of the attackers said, clutching his arm and halting his fire. Even then with a bullet lodged inside his arm his tone of voice felt more like he was simply notifying his comrades than in true anguish, though he certainly didn't seem to enjoy it.

With that window, Voyt found what he was looking for, an old fashioned grenade.

He took a few steps back before sprinting forward, tossing the grenade at the attackers feet and firing his gun at it while he jumped clean over the side of railing. As he flew down to the ground floor he could feel the heat as his grenade exploded and took out a large chunk of the walkway.

'Three nothing.'

Voyt landed, again rolling deftly to his feet and aiming out his revolvers. Though, no doubt crushing some items in his bag.

"Sterilize the Malignant!"

Another group of gunmen charged towards Voyt guns blazing, Voyt quickly returned fire, intense concentration on his face as he pulled his trigger with unmatched speed, enough to shoot their own bullets out of the air as he made his way into cover.

'Of all the days to miss my flight' He mused to himself before returning more fire at the group continuing their volley of gunfire.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

@A Lowly Wretch yes

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

the last ooc post was 13 days ago and that's fuckin bitch

which characters do you want to punch in the ffuckinging face thus far

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

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Isabella stared at his bike for a good half a minute.

Fuck this, I can't do this sober…

Hopefully there was a decent place to get a drink around here…

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Zun - Airport Bar

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Isabella strode into the airport bar and made sure to grab some vodka asap. The kids weren't likely to find him in this part of the airport, at least...

Voyt sat as inconspicuous as he was capable of at the bar, hat sitting low over his face. Though he had opted for more casual attire so as to not draw unneeded attention on himself he did keep the stetson and his boots, chances are most would just figure him for some tourist anyhow. He was enjoying the relative emptiness of the bar compared to the rest of the airport until the stride of Izzy interrupted his brooding.

Without making it overly obvious he glanced at his new drinking partner, even for Nomad standards Voyt found him to look odd, the frenzied snow white hair that stretched all the way down to his legs along with the confident familiar stride made it clear to Voyt he was no ordinary fighter out today for the tournament. Still, the gunslinger was content to ignore until the man took a seat next to him and ordered a vodka.

Quiet but with an unmistakable sternness to his tone, Voyt shifted his shot glass of Daniels in his hand and spoke.

“Plenty of seats in here.”

“You gonna shoot me, cowboy?” Isabella asked smugly before downing his drink. Looked like the kind of person Jill might get along with.

“Wasn’t planning on it” Voyt replied, taking a sip of his own drink. “But it’s early yet.” he added. He looked up at the T.V on mute, continuing to provide ongoing details about the unchanged situation, the tournament remained cancelled.

“Were you planning on competing?” He asked the long haired man, though keeping his eyes forward and his face obscured by the brim of his hat.

“Wasn’t exactly eager myself,” the half-demon answered. “But yeah, guess you could say it’s part of the job. I’m sure they’re throwing a fit over it right now...” He let out a short, weary laugh and ordered another drink. He made sure to take it a bit more slowly this time.

“Better than competing solely for a trophy I suppose” Voyt replied. He took another sip from his glass and held it in both hands, nursing his drink compared to Izzy.

“I was here on business too, of course the tournament being cancelled has seemed to mess with my departure plans” Voyt deftly downed the rest of his drink. Tapping his fingers on the table to signal for another to the bartender.

“Heh, I wish I could get the hell out of here, too…” The Rider admitted. “Still got some business here, though…” He stared into his glass for a moment, then took another sip. “Though I guess there’s not much to look forward to back home, either… What kind of business has you out here?”

“Construction.” Voyt said as his next drink was placed in front of him. “I don’t do anything important really, just get sent anywhere around the globe to hand out changes made on a clients whim and make sure they’re followed before heading back to the execs. Filler job honestly but work is work.” Voyt calmly repeated a cover he’d used many times before, it was mundane while making sense. That suited him.

“Yourself?” He asked Izzy as he began working on his new drink.

“Official term for it is ‘Nomadic Entertainment’ last time I checked…” Isabella said with a frown. “Used to hang around with SHINING back when it was just getting off the ground, believe it or not. Now they keep me around to prop up the new kids…” He took another sip.

“Among other things… Considered leaving, but I don’t think there’s much better for someone like me.”

Voyt looked ahead quietly as he took a larger swig of his drink.

“Work is work like I said,” he repeated after a moment. “Can’t say how it’d be to have it broadcasted admittedly but if you’re skilled at somethin’ might as well get paid for it. That’s the way I look at it anyway.”

“That’s how I used to think of it,” The half-demon agreed. “But I have to admit it’s getting tougher to keep thinking that way.”

“You have to I guess” Voyt replied with a shrug. “Otherwise you risk looking back on things with doubt. I’m not sure I wanna know where it could end up from there.”

“I think I’ve already found out,” Izzy admitted, coldly staring forwards for a moment. “But I’ll have to see-” He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Well then… The Rider finished his drink and paid his bill.

“I’ve got some business I need to take care of,” Isabella said as he stood up. “Was fun chatting. See you, cowboy…” He strode outside and got back on his bike. Time to get to work…

Voyt didn’t reply, instead raising his glass slightly at Isabella as he got up to leave.

’Justice Rider… Hrn, go figures’ Voyt thought to himself, downing the rest of his drink.

Wherever his pilot was he’d better show his face, and soon...

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

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Zun - Abandoned Building.

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Snip.

Snip.

Voyt looked back into the mirror with a critical gaze, turning his head from side to side to examine the state of his hair. He hadn't really gotten much chance to change up appearances since working with MIRAGE and as a result he had been going with the mangy wild look for some time, which had only recently been resting against his shoulders. Now it went just slightly around the neck and though the Gunslinger didn't exactly have access to any products it did look neater. Voyt briefly considered shaving all of it off to more drastically alter his look but if he were to be found it then it would only give him an even more obvious profile for any law enforcement.

'It'll do.' He thought to himself, placing the scissors back onto the sink. Voyt turned the tap on and to his non-expressed surprise a small trickle of water began pouring out, he promptly filled his hands and and splashed it on to his face, slowly but surely erasing the jet black circles around his eyes.

After a while Voyt exited the room with his hat in hand. As opposed to his previous gunslinger getup he now sported a more casual look. Dark brown shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black pair of jeans with his boots underneath. Voyt placed his poncho, grenades, shotgun and other assassination related instruments into a duffel bag on the floor, pondering to himself for a moment before keeping his revolvers and opting to place them in the back of his pants, hidden by his shirt. He didn't anticipate his new look would fool someone directly but with the crowd of people no doubt looking to head home with the tournament's cancellation, it would at least help him blend in. Voyt placed his stetson back on and brought it low over his face, slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder and exiting out into the sunlight.

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Zun - Outside Airport.

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With his head low, Voyt gently pushed his way past the Nomads swarmed at the airport arguing with each other, the airport staff and most likely anyone close enough to hear them. The walk from the town to the airport had been relatively quick with everyone mostly congregating around the arena and the airport either trying to get home or trying to start their own impromptu tournament in their anger. Voyt himself was almost swallowed up by the mass of humanity several times much to his chagrin, but now he stood a hair's breadth away from the pristine looking airport. Though there was no less people around he could at least breathe more and plot his next move.

He'd greased a pilot of a small crop duster type plane that with any luck should've been waiting inside to sneak him by security and out of this godforsaken place. But the cancellation of the tournament meant a lot more eyes and ears than the gunslinger had been anticipating. Pushing his way closer to the doors Voyt kept his head down while looking for any sign of his supposed ride out of Zun.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

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The warm desert breeze brushes against Voyt's cheek as he wordlessly stares through a pair of binoculars. Motionlessly he sits fixated on one position, hat laid down at his side allowing his hair to hang down in a mess, his mask as ever remains securely on his face. Behind him stands the MIRAGE Agent Violet, looking thoroughly bored offsetting Voyt's static and ever professional demeanour.

"... Don't tell me, Voyty." Violet moaned, ever so annoyed at the predicament. "... They cancelled it? But I wanted to kill something! Kill something real good!"

Voyt placed down the binoculars, still staring at the coliseum entrance littered with angry and disgruntled nomads.

"Strange..." He mused to himself before turning ever so slightly to Violet. "Unless you want the attention of several other, more law-abiding, groups for killing one potential whistle-blower. I'd keep a lid on it."

Placing the binoculars in a hidden pouch underneath his poncho, Voyt got to his feet and ran a hand through his hair, though his expression remains unchanged a clear air of frustration surrounds him.

"Admittedly, things would be easier were the tournament still going ahead." He muttered.

"The Pariah said kill him," Violet said with a smile as the breeze danced against her skin and tingled for a moment. All she could do was smile as she placed one of the claws into her mouth. "So, that's what we're going to do. Though, it miiiiiight be easier if we didn't have the mythic police breathing down our necks..."

"The last few jobs weren't exactly good for keeping a low profile" Voyt said, bending down to pick up and put on his hat "After this I'm done working with MIRAGE for a while."

Suddenly Violet pounced Voyt, landing on his back and her claws ending up startling close to his neck. "C'mon, Voyty, didn't you enjoy all the good times we had! Like killing people. Remember that time we killed that bastard on a cruise ship? I hung him off the side of the boat by his spine!"

For his part Voyt remained unfazed at the claw of Violet pressing perilously close to his neck, staring up at her with his ever present dull gaze, eyes unblinking.

"Job's a job." He replied matter of factly. "No point getting....."

His brow furrowed as he deftly shoved Violet off him.

"He's on the move." Voyt said quickly.

"Oh! Where's he goin?!" Violet asked. "I'll yank him up onto the roof real quick!"

"Hard to tell, can't keep focused on him for long with all these people. We'll have to follow him, find a quiet spot."

With that Voyt took a running start and leapt off the side of the roof, tumbling onto the roof of the adjacent building and keeping his momentum as he sprinted forward. Violet followed in a more flashy manner, she telescopically extended her arm and yanked herself to the next rooftop and then rolled as she began running with her arms loosely flailing behind her.

The Nomad in question appeared unaware of his hunters, grumbling obscenities to himself as he pushed his way through the crowd of Nomads. He fitted almost the stereotypical portrayal of a nomad, shaved head, bushy beard, dark coloured gi and ripped to the gills with muscles. He evidently did not lack in confidence either as he blatantly pushed Nomad and non-Nomad alike to exit the mass of humanity, eventually coming to the entrance of one of the cluttered streets. His former confidence shifted ever so slightly as he glanced quickly in each possible direction and began walking much quicker with his head held down.

Look at him. Violet thought to herself as she watched him.He's scared shitless, but he's about to blow the whistle on MIRAGE. What an idiot.

Violet and Voyt followed closely as the Nomad faintly but noticeably behaved more and more erratic, feigning taking one direction but going in another, hovering around smaller crowds of people before continuing to journey forward. But no matter what he attempted The MIRAGE Agent and The Gunslinger continued to fluidly move from rooftop to rooftop with frightening speed and grace, despite their differing attitudes the duo had enough experience to work cohesively as a team.

The Nomad turned a corner and was all but jogging as he stopped dead in his tracks, looking at the thick brick wall in front of him. Alarm flashed across his face as he looked towards his left and right, unable to attempt smashing through the wall without drawing the attention of every passerby in the vicinity. Hastily and with little thought for his movement the Nomad all but threw himself into the decaying building to his left, the darkness of the ruins swallowing him up from view. Which turned out to be not as great of a decision as he thought with the only barest minimum of light coming into the building. He could see a huge silhouette running past him back and fourth, laughing manically for a second before disappearing. He considered turning back but...

two metallic claws burst out of the ground and wrapped themselves around his body, binding him.

"Surprise!" Violet shouted before pink electrically was sent directly into his body and he convulsed as the room was illuminated with a hot-pink light.

The Nomad lay limp, trapped between the metallic claws of Violet, his body twitching slightly as his head drooped downwards. He let it out a low anguished groan as he struggled to formulate any coherent words.

"Please..." He muttered barely above a whisper.

"Please continue? Okay!" Violet said, before charging him with even more electricity. "Maybe in the next life, you'll learn to keep your trap shut!"

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream as the currents further fried his body, twitching violently in every direction as his cries slowly turned into incoherent noises emanating from his throat. His torture was ended suddenly and swiftly as a bullet pierced his forehead dead centre.

"Job done."

Voyt said, holstering his gun, noticeably making a small effort to not look at the former Nomad directly. Violet on the other hand, after she retracted her arms, skipped over to the dead body and knelt down. She raised an eyebrow as she poked the corpse a few times.

"... I think he's a little well-done."

Voyt ignored her as he walked over to the window and peered outside, despite the noise and sight of Violet's oh so subtle lightning it appeared the commotion of the tournament's cancellation had continued and spilt out onto the streets, giving ample enough cover. Voyt looked back at the dead nomad for a moment before turning his gaze on to Violet.

"That's the last loose end tied." He said folding his arms. "Don't care if you have to tell Abel or Pariah but I expect payment within the next week at our usual spot or else our business arrangement is done."

"Of course, Voyt..." Violet said as she put her claws in her mouth. "We would never do you like that, maybe I'll get the Pariah to throw in a bonus for being such a good sport, love."

Voyt nodded. He walked over to the now very dead Nomad and crouched down, giving him a once over to ensure there wouldn't be anything traceable. Though given that Violet had fried to near unrecognisable status they were most certainly safe but it never hurt to be cautious.

"Heading back to MIRAGE?" He asked, continuing to examine the Nomad without leaving any trace of his involvement.

"Nope... there's some business I have in Zun... especially with all the Nomads ripe for MIRAGE just wandering around!"

"I'm sure they'll all be eager to lend a hand."

"Yes... after some convincing. but I should get moving... time is money, after all!" Violet said as she stuck out her tongue... before she suddenly ran out the door and her claw violently extended and attached itself to a nearby building and she swung off.

Voyt turned to watch the incredibly obvious manner in which Violet had decided to depart, under his mask a small frown spread on his lips.

"Hrn."

He tipped his hat downwards and walked into the shadows of the building, disappearing from view.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Voyt The Gunslinger

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⦋ ??? || N/A || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Voyt is slim but decently toned with dirty blonde hair that reaches his neck. The most striking thing about Voyt is his cowboy like get up consisting of a dark brown stetson hat, dusty orange poncho that hangs off his back akin to a cape, brown mask covering the bottom of his face and brown boots with spurs attached to the back along with two holsters at his sides for his revolvers. He dresses plainly otherwise with black pants and a protective vest which absorbs blows easier without restricting movement. Voyt wears an ammo belt around his waist and around his hat as well as having dark shadows painted around his eyes to reduce glare.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

-Cold
-Stoic
-Sarcastic
-Standoffish
-Confidence bordering on arrogance
-Professional
-Privately, regretful

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Subject 11-B was, for all intents and purposes, a complete success. Several biologic scientists and DNA experts exiled from governments and black projects alike had pooled their knowledge together in an effort to create life, namely the perfect soldier. With intents to sell this specimen to the highest bidder or form their own PMC group by cloning the subject, the scientists had collected the DNA (through questionable means and contacts) of numerous decorated soldiers. One had the idea to also imbue the subject with the DNA of various legends of the Old West, primarily because these were records and small samples that their contacts could supply at a much easier rate than members of the military. After years of delicate trials and ten failures. They succeeded.

Nicknamed Voyt (The initials of the four head scientists' second names) they set to work in shaping their creation to be well versed in all forms of firearm based combat, which he naturally excelled in, though due to DNA and implanted memories during creation, their subject showed a particular fascination & fondness for revolvers, lever action rifles and shotguns. After having decided he learned all he needed to about the outside world from his creators, Voyt killed them all, one well placed shot to the temple for each member involved. As it turned out, placing your trust in a being comprised of several different outlaws and instilling the mindset of being bred to kill wasn't the terribly brightest idea. Voyt kept the name though, primarily because with all his creators names as simple letters together, it had no meaning. That was fine by him.

No one is quite sure when the Gunslinger Hitman began operating but when he started, there were few better. Demonstrating a cold efficiency above even other assassins, Voyt's gun-slinging wizardry was in high demand. Whilst always being extremely proficient with his weaponry Voyt soon discovered what he found out to be ki, during a contract he had somehow imbued his inner ki into one of his guns, able to fire it limitlessly. From that point on Voyt learned all he could about his new skill, apparently it flowed through all living things and having the DNA of some of the most prolific killers gave Voyt a very good grasp of it. At present Voyt has enough of a handle on ki to which he can stand against other martial artists, monsters, supernatural beings and all manner of things alien to regular people, which he does with alarming efficiency. Voyt very quickly raised his prices.

For several years Voyt lent himself as a gun for hire with very little qualms about who (or what) he was contracted to kill, seemingly the only line Voyt was unwilling to cross was children, everything else was fair game. Since someone would always want someone else dead and ki users/magical beings are much harder to put down, Voyt’s skills in being able to stand against these beings made him in high demand. Yet despite the influx of contracts and money something was beginning to change inside Voyt, he had kept any “killer with a conscience” ideals at bay by convincing himself he was a living weapon created solely for that purpose, nothing more nothing less. Yet time did not dissipate these feelings like he’d hoped, instead they have worsened. Voyt has killed people both good and evil solely for profit but now seeds of doubt begin to grow in the gunslinger’s mind, ones festering about becoming more than what he was created and trained to be.

For the time being there has been no “Grand revelation” which would cause Voyt to roll his eyes at the mere thought, but time between jobs becomes longer and Voyt’s once reliable physical and mental state seem to be beginning to fail him...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Voyt has heightened durability from his ki but where it really shines is his speed and aim, the majority of Voyt's moveset consists of creating the distance between him and his foes and then punishing them with his revolvers from afar. Voyt imbued his blackpowder Colt Single Action Army revolvers with ki also, making the regular six shots of both become endless sources of lead - combined with physical modifications to the revolvers themselves makes Voyt extremely lethal at long range. Though less used Voyt will also occasionally utilise a sawed-off shotgun tucked underneath his poncho when the situation arises. Thanks to Voyt's superhuman levels of precision he is able to turn most mundane objects into very dangerous weapons when thrown if in such a scenario or without his guns. When up close Voyt uses his revolvers and legs to strike and is more adept at stringing in shots to combos for explosive finishes. Voyt as a hitman is also skilled at analysing his opponents throughout the battle and seeing potential weaknesses he can exploit the longer it goes on. Simply put Voyt uses his agility and kit to keep everyone at long range to punish them with his rapid speed, trickshot offence and deadly aim, what he lacks in martial knowledge and taking of punishment he makes up for in quick thinking, quick feet and the quickest draw

Voyt can swap bullet types to deal with bigger or even ethereal targets if the need arises.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Bullet Hail

- Voyt dropkicks an opponent to the floor and launches himself in the air, raining down several shots from his guns as he descends.

■ Coyote-A

- Voyt charges up his shotgun with his ki, firing a fast moving and much more damaging blast of red energy. Takes a few extra seconds to charge as opposed to firing it regularly.

■ Lead Wave

- While twirling his revolvers, Voyt quickly fires several times while extending out his arms, creating a line of bullet fire. Can be jumped over by an agile enough opponent.

■ Happiness Is A Warm Gun

- Voyt charges up one or both of his revolvers and fires, sending out bursts of pure red energy instead of regular ki bullets. Able to ricochet off multiple opponents as opposed to just surfaces. Voyt must take a few seconds to properly charge his guns before firing however.

■ Don't Touch The Hat

- If grabbed by an opponent Voyt takes use of unscrupulous fighting style to try and break the hold, typically an eye gouge, low blow, throwing sand in the face etc. Which is followed up by a swift pistol whip to the throat if the hold is released to stun an opponent. (For obvious reasons this does not work on synthetic enemies)

■ Woo Dive

- To create distance Voyt uses his sharp speed and agility to throw himself in any direction, time seemingly slowing to a crawl as he let's loose some gunfire at his would be attacker. Taxing to maintain the level of precision for the slowing of time so can realistically only be used once or twice before becoming a regular dive.

■ Ace High

- Voyt throws a grenade under his opponent and fires at it with his gun, exploding the grande from under the opponent and sending them upwards for a juggle, easier shot etc.

■ Gruesome Twosome

- Voyt fires both revolvers continuously from a static position, allowing for maximum speed of shoots while also being able to switch the gun's directions individually to deal with multiple targets.

■ Money Shot

- Voyt tosses a coin up into the air and fires at it, causing the bullet to somehow ricochet off the coin and into the opponent

■ High Roller

- Voyt somersaults backwards to either create distance or quickly get to higher ground, leaving an unpinned grenade for an unsuspecting opponent. Can potentially be utilised by a quick or aware opponent however.

■ Showdown

- Voyt holsters his guns and beckons his opponent to face him, parrying their attack by unholstering his guns with lightning fast speed and firing a volley of gunfire at them for knockback.

SUPER MOVES

■ Standoff

- Almost instantaneously Voyt unholsters and fires his gun seemingly once before just as quickly reholstering. He tips his hat down over his eyes as suddenly his opponent (if the first bullet connected) is shot repeatedly all in the chest and skull.

■ Remember The Alamo

- A tumbleweed rolls by as Voyt's eyes flash with a red hue, he pulls out one of his revolvers and in unprecedented speed fans the hammer blindingly fast, creating an effect not dissimilar to a Gatling gun as glowing red bullets fly into an opponent, filling them full of holes if they don't dodge Voyt's fire or cut him off before he begins

■ The Last Outlaw

- An eagle screeches and a tumbleweed rolls by as Voyt's eyes emit a white hue, he adopts a traditional "standoff" stance and after a few seconds fires a large white blast of energy from one of his guns, much larger in size than any of his charged shots this torpedo of energy can effortlessly carve through near anything in its path for as long as Voyt remains active and conscious. Despite its extreme power it requires near enough all of Voyt's remaining ki to fire let alone maintain, he can even quite easily pass out after using such an ability so Voyt typically saves it for large constructs or as an extreme last resort.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

- Voyt is no martial artists, whilst he is a decent brawler and boxer he is well aware that direct fist fights are not his forte'.
- Voyt is tougher than the average person thanks to ki but he can't take as much punishment as most, preferring to dish it out with his weaponry
- Voyt is fond of twirling his revolvers around and toying with opponents, sometimes this is to deliberately force them into fighting with anger rather than thought but there have been times where Voyt underestimates his foe and it backfires
- Voyt isn't much of a talker, whilst he is ruthless as a Hitman he isn't cruel for the sake of it, but his callous profession, stand-off demeanour and overall sarcastic attitude means Voyt has exactly zero friends or allies
- Though he hasn’t been as active lately Voyt was and still is an assassin for hire, because of this he has been placed on the watch or kill list of certain organisations and/or do-gooders, most notably the group Jill belongs to, SHINING

OTHER

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- Apparently Voyt also has the DNA of Clint Eastwood despite him not being dead. This wasn't for any combat related purpose, the scientists were just huge geeks.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Le gunman has arrived

Voyt The Gunslinger

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⦋ ??? || N/A || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Voyt is slim but decently toned with dirty blonde hair that reaches his neck. The most striking thing about Voyt is his cowboy like get up consisting of a dark brown stetson hat, dusty orange poncho that hangs off his back akin to a cape, brown mask covering the bottom of his face and brown boots with spurs attached to the back along with two holsters at his sides for his revolvers. He dresses plainly otherwise with black pants and a protective vest which absorbs blows easier without restricting movement. Voyt wears an ammo belt around his waist and around his hat as well as having dark shadows painted around his eyes to reduce glare.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

-Cold
-Stoic
-Sarcastic
-Standoffish
-Confidence bordering on arrogance
-Professional
-Privately, regretful

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Subject 11-B was, for all intents and purposes, a complete success. Several biologic scientists and DNA experts exiled from governments and black projects alike had pooled their knowledge together in an effort to create life, namely the perfect soldier. With intents to sell this specimen to the highest bidder or form their own PMC group by cloning the subject, the scientists had collected the DNA (through questionable means and contacts) of numerous decorated soldiers. One had the idea to also imbue the subject with the DNA of various legends of the Old West, primarily because these were records and small samples that their contacts could supply at a much easier rate than members of the military. After years of delicate trials and ten failures. They succeeded.

Nicknamed Voyt (The initials of the four head scientists' second names) they set to work in shaping their creation to be well versed in all forms of firearm based combat, which he naturally excelled in, though due to DNA and implanted memories during creation, their subject showed a particular fascination & fondness for revolvers, lever action rifles and shotguns. After having decided he learned all he needed to about the outside world from his creators, Voyt killed them all, one well placed shot to the temple for each member involved. As it turned out, placing your trust in a being comprised of several different outlaws and instilling the mindset of being bred to kill wasn't the terribly brightest idea. Voyt kept the name though, primarily because with all his creators names as simple letters together, it had no meaning. That was fine by him.

No one is quite sure when the Gunslinger Hitman began operating but when he started, there were few better. Demonstrating a cold efficiency above even other assassins, Voyt's gun-slinging wizardry was in high demand. Whilst always being extremely proficient with his weaponry Voyt soon discovered what he found out to be ki, during a contract he had somehow imbued his inner ki into one of his guns, able to fire it limitlessly. From that point on Voyt learned all he could about his new skill, apparently it flowed through all living things and having the DNA of some of the most prolific killers gave Voyt a very good grasp of it. At present Voyt has enough of a handle on ki to which he can stand against other martial artists, monsters, supernatural beings and all manner of things alien to regular people, which he does with alarming efficiency. Voyt very quickly raised his prices.

For several years Voyt lent himself as a gun for hire with very little qualms about who (or what) he was contracted to kill, seemingly the only line Voyt was unwilling to cross was children, everything else was fair game. Since someone would always want someone else dead and ki users/magical beings are much harder to put down, Voyt’s skills in being able to stand against these beings made him in high demand. Yet despite the influx of contracts and money something was beginning to change inside Voyt, he had kept any “killer with a conscience” ideals at bay by convincing himself he was a living weapon created solely for that purpose, nothing more nothing less. Yet time did not dissipate these feelings like he’d hoped, instead they have worsened. Voyt has killed people both good and evil solely for profit but now seeds of doubt begin to grow in the gunslinger’s mind, ones festering about becoming more than what he was created and trained to be.

For the time being there has been no “Grand revelation” which would cause Voyt to roll his eyes at the mere thought, but time between jobs becomes longer and Voyt’s once reliable physical and mental state seem to be beginning to fail him...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Voyt has heightened durability from his ki but where it really shines is his speed and aim, the majority of Voyt's moveset consists of creating the distance between him and his foes and then punishing them with his revolvers from afar. Voyt imbued his blackpowder Colt Single Action Army revolvers with ki also, making the regular six shots of both become endless sources of lead - combined with physical modifications to the revolvers themselves makes Voyt extremely lethal at long range. Though less used Voyt will also occasionally utilise a sawed-off shotgun tucked underneath his poncho when the situation arises. Thanks to Voyt's superhuman levels of precision he is able to turn most mundane objects into very dangerous weapons when thrown if in such a scenario or without his guns. When up close Voyt uses his revolvers and legs to strike and is more adept at stringing in shots to combos for explosive finishes. Voyt as a hitman is also skilled at analysing his opponents throughout the battle and seeing potential weaknesses he can exploit the longer it goes on. Simply put Voyt uses his agility and kit to keep everyone at long range to punish them with his rapid speed, trickshot offence and deadly aim, what he lacks in martial knowledge and taking of punishment he makes up for in quick thinking, quick feet and the quickest draw

Voyt can swap bullet types to deal with bigger or even ethereal targets if the need arises.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Bullet Hail

- Voyt dropkicks an opponent to the floor and launches himself in the air, raining down several shots from his guns as he descends.

■ Coyote-A

- Voyt charges up his shotgun with his ki, firing a fast moving and much more damaging blast of red energy. Takes a few extra seconds to charge as opposed to firing it regularly.

■ Lead Wave

- While twirling his revolvers, Voyt quickly fires several times while extending out his arms, creating a line of bullet fire. Can be jumped over by an agile enough opponent.

■ Happiness Is A Warm Gun

- Voyt charges up one or both of his revolvers and fires, sending out bursts of pure red energy instead of regular ki bullets. Able to ricochet off multiple opponents as opposed to just surfaces. Voyt must take a few seconds to properly charge his guns before firing however.

■ Don't Touch The Hat

- If grabbed by an opponent Voyt takes use of unscrupulous fighting style to try and break the hold, typically an eye gouge, low blow, throwing sand in the face etc. Which is followed up by a swift pistol whip to the throat if the hold is released to stun an opponent. (For obvious reasons this does not work on synthetic enemies)

■ Woo Dive

- To create distance Voyt uses his sharp speed and agility to throw himself in any direction, time seemingly slowing to a crawl as he let's loose some gunfire at his would be attacker. Taxing to maintain the level of precision for the slowing of time so can realistically only be used once or twice before becoming a regular dive.

■ Ace High

- Voyt throws a grenade under his opponent and fires at it with his gun, exploding the grande from under the opponent and sending them upwards for a juggle, easier shot etc.

■ Gruesome Twosome

- Voyt fires both revolvers continuously from a static position, allowing for maximum speed of shoots while also being able to switch the gun's directions individually to deal with multiple targets.

■ Money Shot

- Voyt tosses a coin up into the air and fires at it, causing the bullet to somehow ricochet off the coin and into the opponent

■ High Roller

- Voyt somersaults backwards to either create distance or quickly get to higher ground, leaving an unpinned grenade for an unsuspecting opponent. Can potentially be utilised by a quick or aware opponent however.

■ Showdown

- Voyt holsters his guns and beckons his opponent to face him, parrying their attack by unholstering his guns with lightning fast speed and firing a volley of gunfire at them for knockback.

SUPER MOVES

■ Standoff

- Almost instantaneously Voyt unholsters and fires his gun seemingly once before just as quickly reholstering. He tips his hat down over his eyes as suddenly his opponent (if the first bullet connected) is shot repeatedly all in the chest and skull.

■ Remember The Alamo

- A tumbleweed rolls by as Voyt's eyes flash with a red hue, he pulls out one of his revolvers and in unprecedented speed fans the hammer blindingly fast, creating an effect not dissimilar to a Gatling gun as glowing red bullets fly into an opponent, filling them full of holes if they don't dodge Voyt's fire or cut him off before he begins

■ The Last Outlaw

- An eagle screeches and a tumbleweed rolls by as Voyt's eyes emit a white hue, he adopts a traditional "standoff" stance and after a few seconds fires a large white blast of energy from one of his guns, much larger in size than any of his charged shots this torpedo of energy can effortlessly carve through near anything in its path for as long as Voyt remains active and conscious. Despite its extreme power it requires near enough all of Voyt's remaining ki to fire let alone maintain, he can even quite easily pass out after using such an ability so Voyt typically saves it for large constructs or as an extreme last resort.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

- Voyt is no martial artists, whilst he is a decent brawler and boxer he is well aware that direct fist fights are not his forte'.
- Voyt is tougher than the average person thanks to ki but he can't take as much punishment as most, preferring to dish it out with his weaponry
- Voyt is fond of twirling his revolvers around and toying with opponents, sometimes this is to deliberately force them into fighting with anger rather than thought but there have been times where Voyt underestimates his foe and it backfires
- Voyt isn't much of a talker, whilst he is ruthless as a Hitman he isn't cruel for the sake of it, but his callous profession, stand-off demeanour and overall sarcastic attitude means Voyt has exactly zero friends or allies

- Though he hasn’t been as active lately Voyt was and still is an assassin for hire, because of this he has been placed on the watch or kill list of certain organisations and/or do-gooders, most notably the group Jill belongs to, SHINING

OTHER

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- Apparently Voyt also has the DNA of Clint Eastwood despite him not being dead. This wasn't for any combat related purpose, the scientists were just huge geeks.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (DEMO MODE)

Bang, you're dead.

Voyt The Gunslinger

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⦋ ??? || N/A || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Voyt is slim but decently toned with dirty blonde hair that reaches his neck. The most striking thing about Voyt is his cowboy like get up consisting of a dark brown stetson hat, dusty orange poncho that hangs off his back akin to a cape, brown mask covering the bottom of his face and brown boots with spurs attached to the back along with two holsters at his sides for his revolvers. He dresses plainly otherwise with black pants and a protective vest which absorbs blows easier without restricting movement. Voyt wears an ammo belt around his waist and around his hat as well as having dark shadows painted around his eyes to reduce glare.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

-Cold
-Stoic
-Sarcastic
-Standoffish
-Confidence bordering on arrogance
-Professional
-Privately, regretful

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Subject 11-B was, for all intents and purposes, a complete success. Several biologic scientists and DNA experts exiled from governments and black projects alike had pooled their knowledge together in an effort to create life, namely the perfect soldier. With intents to sell this specimen to the highest bidder or form their own PMC group by cloning the subject, the scientists had collected the DNA (through questionable means and contacts) of numerous decorated soldiers. One had the idea to also imbue the subject with the DNA of various legends of the Old West, primarily because these were records and small samples that their contacts could supply at a much easier rate than members of the military. After years of delicate trials and ten failures. They succeeded.

Nicknamed Voyt (The initials of the four head scientists' second names) they set to work in shaping their creation to be well versed in all forms of firearm based combat, which he naturally excelled in, though due to DNA and implanted memories during creation, their subject showed a particular fascination & fondness for revolvers, lever action rifles and shotguns. After having decided he learned all he needed to about the outside world from his creators, Voyt killed them all, one well placed shot to the temple for each member involved. As it turned out, placing your trust in a being comprised of several different outlaws and instilling the mindset of being bred to kill wasn't the terribly brightest idea. Voyt kept the name though, primarily because with all his creators names as simple letters together, it had no meaning. That was fine by him.

No one is quite sure when the Gunslinger Hitman began operating but when he started, there were few better. Demonstrating a cold efficiency above even other assassins, Voyt's gun-slinging wizardry was in high demand. Whilst always being extremely proficient with his weaponry Voyt soon discovered what he found out to be ki, during a contract he had somehow imbued his inner ki into one of his guns, able to fire it limitlessly. From that point on Voyt learned all he could about his new skill, apparently it flowed through all living things and having the DNA of some of the most prolific killers gave Voyt a very good grasp of it. At present Voyt has enough of a handle on ki to which he can stand against other martial artists, monsters, supernatural beings and all manner of things alien to regular people, which he does with alarming efficiency. Voyt very quickly raised his prices.

For several years Voyt lent himself as a gun for hire with very little qualms about who (or what) he was contracted to kill, seemingly the only line Voyt was unwilling to cross was children, everything else was fair game. Since someone would always want someone else dead and ki users/magical beings are much harder to put down, Voyt’s skills in being able to stand against these beings made him in high demand. Yet despite the influx of contracts and money something was beginning to change inside Voyt, he had kept any “killer with a conscience” ideals at bay by convincing himself he was a living weapon created solely for that purpose, nothing more nothing less. Yet time did not dissipate these feelings like he’d hoped, instead they have worsened. Voyt has killed people both good and evil solely for profit but now seeds of doubt begin to grow in the gunslinger’s mind, ones festering about becoming more than what he was created and trained to be.

For the time being there has been no “Grand revelation” which would cause Voyt to roll his eyes at the mere thought, but time between jobs becomes longer and Voyt’s once reliable physical and mental state seem to be beginning to fail him...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Voyt has heightened durability from his ki but where it really shines is his speed and aim, the majority of Voyt's moveset consists of creating the distance between him and his foes and then punishing them with his revolvers from afar. Voyt imbued his blackpowder Colt Single Action Army revolvers with ki also, making the regular six shots of both become endless sources of lead - combined with physical modifications to the revolvers themselves makes Voyt extremely lethal at long range. Though less used Voyt will also occasionally utilise a sawed-off shotgun tucked underneath his poncho when the situation arises. Thanks to Voyt's superhuman levels of precision he is able to turn most mundane objects into very dangerous weapons when thrown if in such a scenario or without his guns. When up close Voyt uses his revolvers and legs to strike and is more adept at stringing in shots to combos for explosive finishes. Voyt as a hitman is also skilled at analysing his opponents throughout the battle and seeing potential weaknesses he can exploit the longer it goes on. Simply put Voyt uses his agility and kit to keep everyone at long range to punish them with his rapid speed, trickshot offence and deadly aim, what he lacks in martial knowledge and taking of punishment he makes up for in quick thinking, quick feet and the quickest draw

Voyt can swap bullet types to deal with bigger or even ethereal targets if the need arises.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Walk It Off

-Voyt puts distance between himself and his opponent by strafing backwards, unholstering his shotgun and burst firing twice as he does so.

■ Coyote-A

-Voyt throws a grenade from his belt and fires at it with his shotgun, creating a blast large enough to stun an unaware/unprepared opponent

■ Sand Slide

-Voyt hits a low running dropkick launching an opponent overhead, as they go above Voyt he fires two shots at them before they hit the ground

■ Happiness Is A Warm Gun

-Voyt charges at and tackles his opponent suddenly, pouncing on top of them and firing several rounds into their face and chest before jumping back off

■ Fight Dirty

-In desperation if an opponent has gotten too close, Voyt will knee them in the crotch, throw sand in their face, hit them with the butt of his gun etc. And follow it up with a savage kick to the chest to knock them back

■ Two-Step Goodbye

-If an opponent can teleport or is somehow more agile/mobile than he is, Voyt will pirouette whilst firing both revolvers in a hale of gunfire, sacrificing aiming by forcing his opponent to back up or risk taking damage from his guns.

■ Ace High

-Voyt rolls a grenade under his opponent and fires at it with his gun sending the opponent exploding upwards, used to start a juggle.

■ Dance!

-A grapple in which Voyt pulls an opponent into a knee to their gut and begins firing at their shins, forcing them back from him.

■ Money Shot

-Voyt tosses a coin up into the air and fires at it, causing the bullet to somehow ricochet off the coin and into the opponent

SUPER MOVES

■ Bang, You're Dead

-Almost instantaneously Voyt unholsters and fires his gun seemingly once before just as quickly reholstering. He tips his hat down over his eyes as suddenly his opponent (if the first bullet connected) is shot upwards of sixty times in the chest.

■ Remember The Alamo

-A tumbleweed rolls by as Voyt's eyes flash with a red hue, he pulls out one of his revolvers and in unprecedented speed fans the hammer blindingly fast, creating an effect not dissimilar to a Gatling gun as glowing red bullets fly into an opponent, filling them full of holes if they don't dodge Voyt's fire or cut him off before he begins

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

-Voyt is no martial artists, whilst he is a decent brawler and boxer he is well aware that direct fist fights are not his forte'.
-Voyt is tougher than the average person thanks to ki but he can't take as much punishment as most, preferring to dish it out with his weaponry
-Voyt is fond of twirling his revolvers around and toying with opponents, sometimes this is to deliberately force them into fighting with anger rather than thought but there have been times where Voyt underestimates his foe and it backfires
-Voyt isn't much of a talker, whilst he is ruthless as a Hitman he isn't cruel for the sake of it, but his callous profession, stand-off demeanor and overall sarcastic attitude means Voyt has exactly zero friends or allies

-Though he hasn’t been as active lately Voyt was and still is an assassin for hire, because of this he has been placed on the watch or kill list of certain organizations and/or do-gooders, most notably the group Jill belongs to, SHINING

OTHER

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-Apparently Voyt also has the DNA of Clint Eastwood despite him not being dead. This wasn't for any combat related purpose, the scientists were just huge geeks.