Fixed it he was 18 when he joined.
Thantos
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Name:Alexander(asassin name:Cyberglave)Bolder
Character Type*: Trans-human
Appearance:
Age:36
Occupation: cook/secret assassin (unknown to crew)
Major Skills (Up to 3): Robotic arms that give him more strength, Robotic legs to help him walk, run and other things, robotic eye to help scan for life and more.
Minor Skills (Up to 5): highly intelligent, skilled with a blade, skilled hand to hand combat, agile, stealthy
Personality: appeads nice for a ruthless killing machine.
Brief History: at a young age, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was in a bombing and suffered multiple injuries, like loosing his legs. His right side torn apart by the explosion and his left arm from the elbow down crushed by a large chunk a wall and his eye filled with shrapnel, if it wasnt for science. He would of died. He was pieced back together with robotic tech, it took him some time to learn to walk, use his hands, etc. Months after his survival he was visited by a Secret Society at the age of 18, and he joined at the chance to avenge himself. He was then trained how to use his cybernetics to his advantage as well as become a master assassin, 15 years of training and he became more than a machine and more than a man. He is one with his cyborg like body. A walking war machine with the mind of a assassin.
Character Type*: Trans-human
Appearance:
Age:36
Occupation: cook/secret assassin (unknown to crew)
Major Skills (Up to 3): Robotic arms that give him more strength, Robotic legs to help him walk, run and other things, robotic eye to help scan for life and more.
Minor Skills (Up to 5): highly intelligent, skilled with a blade, skilled hand to hand combat, agile, stealthy
Personality: appeads nice for a ruthless killing machine.
Brief History: at a young age, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was in a bombing and suffered multiple injuries, like loosing his legs. His right side torn apart by the explosion and his left arm from the elbow down crushed by a large chunk a wall and his eye filled with shrapnel, if it wasnt for science. He would of died. He was pieced back together with robotic tech, it took him some time to learn to walk, use his hands, etc. Months after his survival he was visited by a Secret Society at the age of 18, and he joined at the chance to avenge himself. He was then trained how to use his cybernetics to his advantage as well as become a master assassin, 15 years of training and he became more than a machine and more than a man. He is one with his cyborg like body. A walking war machine with the mind of a assassin.
Oh. Ok
Can i get an example of a Genectically enhanced human so that way i know how to make my character.
Staring down the warden the Druglord didnt even flinch when the guards took a step forward. It was time for them to get their cells, the guards shoved the new prisoners to get them moving. Each placed in a cell that felt like home but still wasnt. For the drug lord, a desk with a computer and phone. So he can run hos operations from there. Under watch of course. All the guards were wearing gas masks. If it got to our of control the defence system would kick in and gas the prison. Seevah now in his cell looked at the guards. "I would like my suit and cane back if im to feel like im conducting my operations." The guards looked at each other and radioed the warden. The warden denied the suit but let him have his cane. The Jamaican grabbed the can and popped open the skull and pulled out a pinch of home grown herb, and he rolled it and looked at the guards. "Got a lighter i can use, mon?"
Rule with the prison is she will have to wait till the new prisoners are in their proper cells
Fellow members of project myth, it has begun first post is up and i thank you so much for bearing with me on my writers block
Thunder crashed and the wind blew as a storm roared over Mount Rushmore and the stone heads of the founding fathers. A black jeep followed by a black bus and tanks rolled up toward the base of the mountain. The windows tinted and the prisoners on the inside. Chained with titanium steel and shock collars that when a button is pressed a 10000 volts of electricity is fired from the collars into the wearer. Enough to kill a man, a normal man anyways. These arent normal prisoners. These were children of ancient myth gods and goddesses. The jeep honked twice as it rolled and the base of the National monument opened revealing a giant steel room with a very large steel platform elevator. It started to go down when all vehicles came to a stop. The tanks aimed at the bus ready to fire at any sudden moves. At last they reached their destination, the underground prison that was there to contain children of the gods. Its been around for many years since the first major children of gods showed up. A society trying to keep the One True God around. The warden greeted the new comers with a...foul catholic greeting...
the warden-"Welcome children of false gods. I am the warden/Father here at your new home, and even though your parents are...false in the creations of our Holy Father and his Blessed child Jesus Christ our lord and savior, I welcome you."
One of the prisoners wear a skull ring with gold teeth and dreadlocks smiled and chuckled. "Mon, what are you talking about. Your the one following under a "False God" even his son is a fake, he cried when they did that shit to him."
The prisoner that spoke against the Wardens beliefs was a Known Jamaican Kingpin and Voodoo Prince, two of the prisoners that arrived with him and stood near him were actually his bodyguard and enforcer a Jamaican son of a greek god Ares, and the bodyguard was a voodoo born son of Ogoun the god of iron.
the warden-"Welcome children of false gods. I am the warden/Father here at your new home, and even though your parents are...false in the creations of our Holy Father and his Blessed child Jesus Christ our lord and savior, I welcome you."
One of the prisoners wear a skull ring with gold teeth and dreadlocks smiled and chuckled. "Mon, what are you talking about. Your the one following under a "False God" even his son is a fake, he cried when they did that shit to him."
The prisoner that spoke against the Wardens beliefs was a Known Jamaican Kingpin and Voodoo Prince, two of the prisoners that arrived with him and stood near him were actually his bodyguard and enforcer a Jamaican son of a greek god Ares, and the bodyguard was a voodoo born son of Ogoun the god of iron.
No its ok. Just please im asking people tp give me some time to think out a starter
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