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Here we go. I also have a CS for a Warboy grunt that I should hopefully be able to get up later today.

Username:
Tsar Gatto

Name:
Krux ‘the Eviscerator’

Age:
29

Sex:
Male

Appearance:


Under the worn and battered amour lies a scarred and experienced man, Krux rarely removes his amour or helmet and his skin is now somewhat pale and worn due to the constant rubbing and lack of sunlight. (He also suffers from psoriasis, a skin condition that causes his elbows and knees to be covered in scaly thick patches of skin).

His dark hair once grew thickly and required regular cutting, however as he has aged it has ceased to do so. He has since shaved his head with a rusty blade and now only the occasional scar or cut covers his scalp.

His eyes are always hidden beneath the tinted heavy goggles that protect him from the harsh winds of the world, however they are green and like the rest of his body several scars are littered around them, most notably a deep scar on his left eye that fell only millimetres away from blinding him.

Roll:
Fury Rider

Equipment:
Krux carries a long blade, made from thick heavy scavenged metal. It is similar in size to a longsword however it has one savagely serrated side and the pommel is combined with a set of spiked knuckles allowing him to slash, cut and punch with the blade. The blade itself is covered in rust and the signs of regular repair and maintenance, with only the sharpened edges gleaming.

He also usually carries a moderate supply of rage enhancing stims, psycho, buffout, whatever he can get his hands on really.

Magnum Opus:
Krux drives a vehicle called the ‘Reclaimer’, a converted van with a cage covering the back half. Like most modified vehicles from the Oasis it has an semi-exposed engine block and many modifications that allow it to survive and flourish in the wasteland environment (vents to drive through sandstorms, reinforced suspension to deal with the terrain ect). It has space easily for five warboys and a generous array of weapons included within its husk. An MG turret is affixed to the passenger seat and numerous thundersticks ready to be hurled at enemy vehicles.

Krux is sent to capture or reclaim any who his god Fizzion decrees and that is where the Reclaimer comes best into use. During normal raids/convoys the cage is removed and instead a second MG is affixed, also allowing space for up to another four warboys if need be.

Biography:
Krux was not always a Fury Rider for the god Fizzian, initially being a simple warboy for a now long dead warlord called Krullosk. He gained experience and somehow survived the wasteland into his young adult life, quite the achievement considering the scarcity of resources and lack of safety that surrounded him.

One day Fizzon’s men attacked the cliffside encampment Krux called home, his brothers and friends all perishing with their warlord as they fought back . Krux was one of the few surviving warboys who managed to fight their way back into the encampment towards their lord’s breeders (including his own mother), a narrow cave entrance being the only way in or out. In truth Krux was not acting honorably, hoping to steal a breeder for himself and flee into the wastes).

Soon only Krux stood between the woman and the relentless attackers, having killed many of them with nothing more than a shard of jagged scrap and his bare hands whilst only taking superficial wounds himself. As his strength was about to fail him a powerful booming voice rang down into the cave, commanding the attacking warboys to halt. Fizzion himself strode into the cave and saw that this lone warrior had felled so many and fought with such fury and saw the benefit in sparring him, providing he swore allegiance to Fizzion from this day to his last. Seeing no other option Krux fell to his knees and pledge himself to this new warlord, following which his mother and the other breeders were raped and killed before him.

Once taken to Fizzion’s Oasis Krux marveled at this ‘electricity’, realizing he had made the right decision. He soon came to find that he was not accepted into the ranks of Fizzion’s warboys, and after cracking several skulls he realized he did not care, finding more pleasure amongst the company of the glassboys (especially their female members). With their assistance he constructed his amour and weapons which began to differentiate him from the others and make him stand out on their raids. Soon enough the warboys came around, his skills improving greatly with the proper resources behind him and even starting to drive after an incident with a gearhead and a giant radiated scorpion left him with a car at his fingertips. He started to focus on his driving ability, finding the high octane rush of the chase most satisfying. Eventually his vehincle was destroyed and so with more assistance from the glassboys he eventually built the Reclaimer. Soon enough he was a force in his own right, one of Fizzion’s most dreaded warriors and forces of death and destruction in the wasteland.

I will write a post up if nothing comes through soon.

Was waiting for either @hoppiholla391 or @Blitz but I’m not too fussed, not sure exactly but I’m thinking that Simion will fling himself behind the bar once the lead started flying, but as soon as he realises that there is a man worth £10,000 he may try to claim the bounty for himself.

Not that it's been reviled, but Greed is his Creed.


Name:
Asakura Yoshikage

Age:
42

Race:
Huamn

Appearance:
Yoshikage is a man who has lived through the prime of his life and survived, his once jet black hair now grey with numerous white streaks, his skin beginning to wrinkle at the corners of his eyes and mouth. His face is generally covered by a slight scowl, his dark eyes boring into whatever or whoever he looks at. He is a serious man with a serious appearance, easily able to intimidate and strike fear into his enemies with little more than a sinister and unwavering gaze.

He wears his lamellar armour at most times, always prepared and ready to protect his lord at short notice.

Equipment:
Yoshikcage wears a dark set of lamellar armour, passed to him by his father upon his coming of age.

His weapons are daishō, one large tachi, his main blade (again passed to him by his father) and a ko-wakizashi (smaller sword), gifted to him by his lord Nakayuki Hattori upon his promotion to the Daimyo’s honour guard.

Skills:
Yoshikcage is an extremely skilled swordsman, having trained in their use for the majority of his life. He is an experienced veteran of many battles and has thus far been undefeated in direct honourable combat.

He has some skill with a yari or naginata (pole weapons), however he dislikes these weapons and will only use one if facing against an enemy cavalry charge, and even then he will look for the first opportunity to discard such weapons in favour of his blades.

He has no skills with the yumi (longbow), feeling that to deal death from a distance is most dishonourable. He spits on those who use Tanegashima (matchlock rifles), feeling that those who do so are even more dishonourable and lack any personal skills.

History:
Yoshikcage was born to a samurai retainer of the Hattori family, his father a skilled and renowned samurai. His youth consisted of constant and harsh training, his father drilling the discipline and honour needed for bushido into him at every opportunity. It was not until Yoshikcage grew to be a young man that he began to appreciate this constant training, somewhat resenting his father before this.

Upon coming of age Yoshikcage became one of the many samurai that were a part of the young Nakayuki Hattori’s forces, quickly distinguishing himself as a loyal and proficient warrior.

As the years passed and he grew closer to Nakayuki, the two formed a strong lord-retainer bond and Yoshikcage eventually became a member of Nakayuki’s personal guard.

Yoshikcage quickly grew to despise the southern daimyo Shimazuma Sadayu, due to his dishonourable and aggressive nature. He urged his master to dispose of the gift that was sent, however stood faithfully by as his master dismissed his urgings and accepted the gift with an open heart as he longed for a lasting peace finally.

During the siege Nakayuki implored Yoshikcage to protect his weakened son, despite the man requesting that he remain with his lord to protect him, or at the very least be sent to strike against the numerous enemies that lay siege to the castle. His lord refused and commanded him to protect his son’s life at all costs. Yoshikcage stood faithfully, and as news reached him of his master’s death he assisted in rushing the young new lord away from the castle, despite his anger and desire to avenge his lord.

Yoshikcage considers the failure to protect his lord as an utter defeat and personal failure. He would have ended his own life already if it were not for the survival of the young lord, he considers his master’s final instructions to be of utter importance. Yoshikcage intends to pledge his blade and his life to the young Hattori, if of course the young lord can forgive him for his failure and the death of his father – if not Yoshikcage will of course commit Seppuku.



Name/Nicknames:
Atticus Carver

Race:
Human

Age:
28

Appearance:
Atticus was in the past referred to as a bit of a ‘pretty boy’, his features being defined with a strong jaw, carefree smile and piercing green eyes that could melt the heart of anyone. His mahogany coloured hair was short and messy and was hardly maintained but always seemingly perfect, adding further to his charming appearance. Today he is almost unrecognisable when compared to his former self.

His once carefree expression and generous smiles are now all but strangers to his features which are now more of a stoic shadow of what they once were. His hair, whilst still unmaintained is now streaked generously with flecks of grey and even white showing that the years have not been kind to him. When combined with his often unshaven appearance this leads him to be seen in a slightly more rugged and sinister light. His eyes are somewhat dulled and now gleam with only a predatory hint of the darkness that lies within him just beyond the surface.

That being said Atticus is far from having lost his looks and despite his somewhat worn appearance he could still easily considered handsome and dashing if he makes the effort to present himself. He dresses himself however the occasion calls for, smart or casual it matters not to him. To him how he chooses to appear is simply a tool to portray whatever impression he wants to on those around him and nothing more.

Physically Atticus appears unremarkable, on first glance not seeming to be under or overweight to any particular degree. In truth his body is lithe and muscular, lacking any excess fat or tissue caused by his somewhat ‘spartan’ lifestyle. It could be said that he is tall, but again not excessively so.

Personality:
Like his appearance, the personality of Atticus seems to change to best suit his situation and needs. A chatty neighbour, a gentle and caring friend, an indifferent stranger seemingly going about their own business, these are just a few of the guises that Atticus regularly falls into. To him it is easy to flow and ebb his mannerisms and demeanour to whatever would be expected of him, none seeing his true personally shine through until it is far too late.

In truth Atticus is cold, unforgiving and dismissive. Quick to judge others and mark them off as useless and unworthy of life like the vast majority of the beings that exist and inhabit the world around him. He is somewhat detached from the realities of the world and cares for little other than his own interests and desires, which are as warped and distorted as the man’s broken mind. He lives for misery and pain, or rather lives to inflict these onto those who he targets for such treatment.

Atticus of course shows his true self to no one, a master at controlling his emotions and masking his distaste for the lives of others easily. He considers himself superior to most and generally considers the other races to be little more than a curse or illness inflicted upon the undeserving or foolish.

Bio:
Atticus Carver was born to a wealthy and high-class couple, his father the director of several companies and his mother a lawyer for a global corporation. As such his life was very different from those who are forced to live and fight for everything they have. His upbringing was relatively speaking uneventful and he became a happy, well rounded young adult who was very articulate and caring, though he did have something of a restless side to him. He also had a thirst for knowledge and studied a great deal of subjects including art, medicine and history amongst other things at several of the world’s leading universities and academies. It was during this time that he met a young and beautiful woman who he became completely and totally infatuated with, the pair falling in love and marrying within a year. Her name was Kitiara de Folie and she brought to Atticus a feeling of completion and serenity, it was if they were two parts of one whole finally brought together as always intended.

His father died of sudden heart attack when he was 21 his death having quite the impact on the young man who was distraught over the loss. Two years later his mother followed suit and died suddenly after being diagnosed with cancer only a week earlier.

The sudden losses were both difficult for him to face and if it were not for the support and love of his wife Kitiara he surely would have spiralled out of control. With the wealth that was left to them the pair had the world at their feet and had oh so many plans together. But of course the world had other plans in mind for the young couple and they only had another seven blissful months together before tragedy struck.

The pair attended a charity ball event on the east coast, a city far too close to the monstrous beast that is Santa Somabra – the cities dark tendrils outstretching and corrupting everything it touched. The event was targeted by a criminal enterprise who realised that there would be many wealthy individuals to both threaten and kidnap, with too much money to be made. The event itself however was more well protected than they realised, a brutal and panicked shootout occurring filling the ballroom with screams, gunfire and blood.

It was all over in the blink of an eye. Atticus only remembers flashes from that evening, the look of Kitiara’s lifeless face gazing back at him as he held her, the shots ringing through the air as a chorus of panicked screams echoed. Atticus himself was also shot, a mostly superficial wound that grazed his neck only millimetres away from ending his life in an instant.

Atticus plummeted into a pit of depression and misery, he stopped talking, eating or doing anything else, unable to tear his thoughts away from the events that had occurred. Atticus threw his fortune into the occult, seeking any way to return his love to the mortal realm no matter the cost. Finally able to function once more this became more than an obsession for him. It was during this time that Atticus killed for the first time, a sacrifice required by a supposedly dark and powerful deity. He slaughtered a young beautiful woman with no hesitation and no remorse, before later killing the ‘druid’ after it had become clear that the ritual had failed to bring back his love as promised. He continued in this fashion for weeks, his body count starting to grow as he killed those who failed to bring his wife back to him along with any sacrifices that were required or anyone who got in his way.

After some time it became clear that what he hoped to achieve was impossible despite his every effort. As a result he soon looked to end his life and join her in whatever afterlife there may be, once more sinking into a deep depression. With the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple Atticus took what he intended to be his final breath, however he was stopped by a voice that he instantly recognised. Kitiara was suddenly sat beside him, her face unmarked by the bloody smears that plagued his nightmares and her eyes gazing once more into his.

That day she came back to him, real or not it didn’t matter to Atticus. To him she was as real as the world around him, he could see her, hear her and feel her touch once more and that was all he wanted – whether others could or not he did not care. Several conversations with his wife later his purpose became clear once more. She wanted him to go to Santa Somabra and continue his ‘work’ there, Kitiara apparently feeling that each and every citizen of the foul place needed to be judged and punished appropriately. Atticus needed very little convincing, selling what remained of his possessions and travelling to the city. He has spent the last several months in the city moving from hotel to hotel as he searched for the perfect location to carry out his trade. Unfortunately for the residents of Santa Somabra he has found what he was looking for.

Other:

Atticus is of course insane, if not in a sophisticated kind of way. His wife is of course long dead, the woman he sees being nothing more than a very convincing figment of his mind. He knows others cannot see or hear her and as such only interacts and speaks with her when alone (or when with someone who will soon be in no position to tell anybody anything).

Atticus uses any weapon or method to his killings that fits the time and situation, having no such ‘pattern’ or set modus operandi that has thus far developed. His greatest tool is his mind and his ability to behave in a totally ‘normal’ way.
Hah, you sir gain plus one cookies.
Dragonlance Chronicles for the win.

Also many thanks, sheet added with picture. Will make black and white when on my PC.

annd done.
Agreed.

1990s superior. 1990 - The year of Tsar Gatto.
Okay here we are. Still need to find picture.

Will get a character up soon.
Interesting.

Feeling a different character or?
I'm hoping to have my character finished today. Little bit more work to do yet, and still need to find an appropriate noir themed image for him.

Also of course to write up a delicious introduction post…
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