PDBA Generations: Character Profiles

[Notesurfer]

Eighteen years ago, Razor retired from the Arena, settling down with his beautiful wife Tera on the Skedar homeworld, where he remained and bore his only child, his daughter Nikara.

Hehe . . .

[NeoPhife]

Name: Hubert Allen Kingvorkian, Ph. D
Alias: Dr. Kingvorkian
Age: Late fifties

Appearance: Hubert is five feet and eight inches tall and weighs approximately 150 pounds. His short-cropped hair grows grey and wrinkles form around his eyes and jowls. Besides that, he appears to keep himself in good health and with rich, vibrant peach skin. A rather old pair of glasses with a few buffs here and there and a copper-colored frame balances on his slightly large nose. His blue eyes are as lively as his skin but display a shade of sinister. His body is quite fit, a surprise in his day and age.

Clothing: The most immediate visible feature is his surgical frock, a white coat sewn with enough pockets to carry a kit full of an array of medical tools. A distinct stench of bleach rises from the cloth, signifying frequent washing. Underneath is a black, padded full-body combat suit with several slots and holsters built into it.

Equipment:
Two Combat Knives (“scalpels”) on two slots attached to the suit’s upper torso
Tranquilizer (“anesthesia”) holstered on the right hip
Laser (“suture”) strapped on left wrist
N-Bomb (“defibrillator”) attached to slot on left of belt
IR Scanner (“CAT Scan”) folded on center of belt

History: Dr. Kingvorkian was born on the 6th of September, 1996. Ever since he was a young child, little Hubert wanted to join the medical field. His parents found that fact evident when the child heard of his neighbor’s dog suffering from heartworm. The shock on the unfortunate parents’ faces lit up when the neighbor informed them that Hubert “performed surgery” on the dog with the aid of a butter knife and transplanted the dog’s heart with a turkey heart he took from the Thanksgiving dinner. Little Spot didn’t survive more than twenty seconds after the operation.

Hubert was immediately removed from the public school system and taken in by his parents for home schooling, fearing that his behavior would frighten his peers. Nevertheless, Hubert performed excellently in his academics and after passing standardized tests with flying colors, he graduated a year early. Hubert immediately applied for college studies in the medical field after moving out of his parents’ house. Not knowing of Hubert’s harrowing childhood; the renowned university of MIT accepted his application. Powering through twelve years of intensive study, choosing surgery as his field, Hubert obtained his title of Ph. D and graduated summa cum laude.

Dr. Kingvorkian’s opportunity came when Canada was in need of more surgeons for their free healthcare program and was willing to pay more government funds for new doctors. Taking up office in Toronto General Hospital, Kingvorkian enjoyed a year of success and hefty paychecks. One winter morning, however, his dreams were shattered when a medical mistake during a cardiac bypass cost him his job and Canadian license. Instead of feeling bad about the experience, Kingvorkian strangely felt a rise out of killing a human being. Unable to continue his practice in the country, he moved back into the States and headed south . . . into Mexico. With the law barely able to maintain control of the nation, Kingvorkian found it easy to take up private practice in small clinics. Changing his identity several times on the fly, he took upon the largest cases possible and intentionally botched the operations in rather gruesome ways. Afterwards, he would take the money and run.

After several years of his spree of hacking and evading local authorities, Dr. Kingvorkian jumped the border back into the United States. Since the atrocities on Mexico were unheard of in the nation, Kingvorkian had a fresh start ahead of him. Instead of taking up office again, he searched for an easier way of causing senseless, sinister carnage. The PDBA soon called, and Dr. Kingvorkian followed.

Advantages: Despite his hack and slash attitude, Kingvorkian has astonishing finesse with his tools and has pinpoint accuracy. He can perform medical treatment on himself during rest, allowing him to recover from wounds. Kingvorkian is also quite fit, seeing as he ran a lot in his career.

Disadvantages: Has no professional combat experience, acting solely on a hit and run basis. Mentally, Kingvorkian may be intelligent but is clinically insane, so during combat he grows increasingly irrational.

[Golden Magnum]

someone should sticky this

[Raven]

Name: Unknown
Alias: Raven
Age: 45 Earth years
Appearance: 5'10", 175 lbs. Brown eyes, medium grey-white hair.
Clothing: Rarely seen out of CI standard lab equipment.

Equipment:
x2 Falcon 2s (Carrington Institute standard)
x1 Laptop Gun (usually carried in briefcase form)
Light Body Armor
Data Uplink
Cloak, specialized to have up to an hour of invisibility without recharging.
Glasses, engineered to have infared, X-Ray, and Night Vision settings.

Special: Ravenclaw, a battle staff found during his first CISOD mission on the Skedar homeworld. Nearly indestructible, and unusable to all but the most skilled of martial artists.

Bio: Raven, at the young age of 19, joined the Carrington Institute, and was immediately thrown into the turmoil known as the CISOD. With a background entailing decades of martial arts training and the most elite of computer hacking and programming, Raven was easily the smartest and most capable hand-to-hand fighter the Institute had to offer.

However, after years of working for the institute, Raven decided to call it quits for unknown reasons. He remained at the Carrington Institute per Daniel's request, and continued to work in R&D, designing new weapons, technologies, and defenses for the Institute.

Raven is a superb fighter, but one problem he has never quite been able to conquer is his sub-par firing accuracy. Training has allowed him to shoot the broad side of a barn, but nothing else more spectacular. His apathetic and lonesome nature may be a hindrance to working in a team. Raven's experience may make him a bit arrogant and overbearing, but he will refuse to quit until the mission is complete.

[sinim]

Birth Name: Michael Samson
Alias: Sureshot
Age: 19

Appearance: About 6 feet even with dark brown hair, blue eyes, clean shaven face, and moderately tan skin. Moderate build. Not too thin, but not overly muscular.

Clothing: Lightweight body armor capable of repelling some small arms fire in the form of a shirt and pants. All black. Over that he wears his utility belt, along with holsters for each of his guns at his sides, and a double back holster for his sniper rifle and “Boomstick.” On his hands, he wears black fingerless gloves and on his right forearm he has his special extendable Bo staff strapped on. Over all that, he wears a lightweight, dark brown trench coat to help conceal what he carries. He also keeps a very compact x-ray visor in one of the inner pockets.

Equipment: Utility belt with bandoleer
1x Sniper Rifle
1x DY-50 Magnum Special
1x "Boomstick" (Sinim's Shotgun)
1x Bo Staff (Extendable)
1x X-Ray Visor

History: Sinim had never really left the Home world much after first beginning his work there. Between his self-disciplined training and archaeological and theological studies, he had little time for the cathartic fray of the Arena. The only information he heard of that world came from conversations with his “brother” Razor who was now calling himself Drakin. Recent events on the Home world had triggered a massive influx of visitors wishing to study this lush jungle world...and it would be among the many that, as fate would dictate, Sinim would pick out one.

One particularly young and talented expeditionary leader by the name of Jonathan Samson caught his eye. The man was brilliant...but far too ingrained in his ways. When approached by Sinim, he turned down all offers for assistance, opting to do things on his own...and where the expedition wished to journey, Sinim knew well would only lead to trouble...a rather xenophobic 'clan' of Skedar called the area their home...

The expeditionary party didn't make it back...Sinim had pursued them from a short distance to watch over them, but not even he could keep them safe...he was only able to retrieve one that the wild band had spared...a young child of 4 named Michael Samson...the son of the expedition's leader...

The boy turned out to be as brilliant as his father...Sinim took him in and cared for him as his own, raising the boy by his own ideals and knowledge. When he was old enough, Sinim began to train him in the combat arts, so that he would not befall a fate like his father's. The boy's keen senses and observational skills, as well as a naturally steady hand, let him excel with long-range firearms with ease and precision the likes of which Sinim had never seen before (it was this skill that prompted Sinim to start calling him Sureshot)...so instead of training him in what he was already naturally great at, Sinim focused training him in close combat with bare hands, bo staff, and shotgun.

Over the years, he developed a rivalry with his 'cousin,' Nikara. The two of them grew up together, and they were always trying to get the best of one another. The fathers saw this and smiled...it was good for them, and drove them to work harder. Finally, when Sinim felt he was ready, he granted his student and surrogate son his own staff as well as passing on the trusty 'boomstick' that had gotten him through many a tight spot.

Fancying himself a bit of a mechanical (among nearly every other subject) genius, he has modified a DY-357 revolver, in the process changing out most of the gun. The barrel is longer to improve accuracy, and wider to allow for larger 50 caliber rounds to be loaded in. The standard six chambers were replaced with five larger ones to accommodate this new ammunition, and the entire thing was loaded with recoil and sound suppressors, as well as a high-powered electronic scope. He also modified his father’s staff to mechanically shrink to a half foot length at the push of a button for easy transport.

Advantages: An expert marksman, he excels at a distance, able to shoot the wings off a fly's back from a hundred yards while sprinting in a strafe. He's very intelligent and cool-headed, and is an excellent strategist to boot.

Disadvantages: He is poor at close-range combat when compared to his ranged skills, and has a tendency to hesitate, trying to think every action through before doing anything. He's also prideful in his abilities, often taking his natural talents for granted.

[N3B]

OOC: hmm... not quite sure how to work myself into this one. I don't really want to be off doing my own, totally un-related thing, because then it gets difficult to get involved with everyone else. I have an idea to get involved with the events thus far, but it might be difficult for others. /shrug. I'll have to ponder it a bit.

[Razor]

I say feel free to start independently. Anything in the area, really (which is, to say, the state of Illinois). Razor and Sinim are at the Pond Punk...Nikki and Mike are at an undisclosed underground facility.

[sinim]

Aren't Razor and Sinim basically NPC's in this one?

[Razor]

Yep. Trying to avoid seeing a lot of the old characters, at least in major roles, because that's what FUXXORED the last Generations attempt...it became more about the old characters and less about the new generation taking up the mantle.

[Garrant]

((Note: The 'Diashi' (Dee-AW-shee) spoken of in Garrant's profile is not to be confused with the 'Daishi' (DAY-shee or DIE-shee, depending on which pronunciation you go with) in PDBA. They are separate entities, though they do seem to share a fondness for being evil...guess it just comes with the name. >_>))

Name: Garrant Seurat Matthews
Alias: The Dark Stalker
Age: 732
Race: Unknown, other dimensional.
Height: 6' 5" (6' 10" in full combat armor)
Weight: 160 lbs. (260 lbs in full combat armor)
Eyes: Reddish-brown
Hair: Dark brown, short to medium length

Appearance: Garrant is rarely, if ever, seen without his characteristic suit of yellow-gold exo-armor. The suit runs from head to toe and is outfitted with special mechanized joints to prevent even the slightest gap from being unprotected. There is a small different between the left and right arms due to Garrant's right arm being completely robotic. The permanent armor affixed to his right forearm is somewhat bulkier than the rest of his suit as it houses the 'Diashi Core'.

Equipment:
Full Combat Exo-Armor - A marvel of Attermician engineering in its prime, Garrant's personalized armor is one of the few relics that managed to survive the destruction of the planet and it's people. Made of a dense, but surprisingly light, metal alloy the suit is capable of easily withstanding most small to medium weapon fire and nearly all forms of standard melee weapons. It is also equipped with a good deal of electronic scanning/tracking/targeting equipment, as well as damage control sensors to accurately locate and classify any damage inflicted upon the suit or it's user. There is a storage pack built into the back of the armor is various items one might find useful in the field.

Psy-Saber - Unlike the majority of Garrant's equipment, the Psy-Saber is a fairly simplistic device. It is constructed of nothing more than a metal hilt embedded with a type of crystal that can focus and amplify psychic energy into a blade form. The crystal is attuned to Garrant's specific 'frequency' of psychic energy and thus is unusable by anyone but him.

Dark Blaster - A weapon of truly terrifying power. The specifics of this device are unknown to all but a few of the original PDBA members. Powered by the 'Diashi Core' the Dark Blaster is able to store unmeasurable amounts of dark energy and release it in a single, concentrated blast of cataclysmic force. It is speculated that a blast from this weapon is capable of destroying (or at least severely damaging) anything it strikes. Due to the draining effect it has on Garrant and the risk of allowing himself to succumb to Diashi, the Dark Blaster has rarely seen use.

Nanobot Response System - Garrant's bloodstream is host to a small army of nanomachines programmed to deal with injuries, infections, etc quicker and more efficiently than his own biological immune system. In a special situation the nanomachines can also be used to infect another creature and kill them from the inside out.

Powers: Despite his already formidable edge in combat due to his technological advances, Garrant is also a potent psychic. His powers range from simple telekinesis and telepathy to the ability to control matter at its basic levels. Unfortunately, due to an increasing frequency of attacks from Diashi, Garrant has been forced to limit his own psychic abilities by way of a strong sealing technique. While his still retains the ability to use his powers, the effectiveness of them has been greatly reduced.

History: (Garrant's past is too long to completely list here, thus I give you a condensed version)
Garrant is the sole survivor and, to some people, the destroyer of the planet Attermicia. Even though he is not Attermician by birth, Garrant was raised on the planet and is the greatest source of knowledge on its culture. Nearly 700 years ago all contact was lost with Attermicia. Several nearby planets sent scouting ships to determine the reason for this sudden loss of communication. It took nearly a week for the first scout ship to arrive, but what they found horrified them. The entire surface of Attermicia had been razed to the ground and all life seemed to have been exterminated completely. As more ships arrived they combined their efforts and eventually found a single life sign. When they found Garrant he was in a comatose state and quickly rushed to the nearest planet for medical attention. Several days later he simply disappeared.

Whispers of a being resembling Garrant's description floated throughout the universe for several hundred years, though none could be accurately confirmed. It wasn't until roughly 20 years ago that Garrant made his first recorded appearance as a member of CISOD. He stayed with a group for a short while before once again disappearing without a trace. Unconfirmed reports of sighting Garrant have also begun to resurface, mostly centralized around the planet Earth of the Sol System.

Strengths: Garrant's mixture of technology and psychic abilities makes him an excellent combatant at all ranges. His long life span and unerring memory has given Garrant nearly unmatched intellect. Garrant is also capable to repressing his emotions, allowing him to make decisions quickly and without emotional attachments.

Weaknesses: His psychic powers are currently sealed away for the most part. His lack of emotions tends to have a negative effect on people. Garrant's impressive long range combat abilities aren't frequently used and carry the risk of opening Garrant's mind to an attack form Diashi.

[Razor]

Sound like the same thing to me, at least for that brief time he was around...

...and it IS pronounced "Die-shee," it's Japanese...

[niff]

if you're going with japanese pronunciation, one's dee-ah-shee and one's da-ee-shee

should be typing a profile up in a little bit

[N3B]

Name: Nayton Feyes
Age: 31
Appearance: 5'10", 170 lbs, black half-frame glasses, short brown Caeser-cut hair, frequently unshaven stubble
Attire: dress suit (black slacks, white long-sleeves, gray vest, no jacket), frequently wears a fedora.
Equipment:

History:

To be revealed*












* I'm not entirely certain at this point.

[Draxas]

Name: Robert Nicholas Black
Alias: Twilight, Agent Black
Age: 26

Race / Gender: Human Male
Appearance: Twilight is a tall, slightly lanky-looking young man, with rather nondescript brown eyes and hair to match. His physique seems rather unintimidating at first glance, which is part of how he is able to maintain an edge on the unsuspecting; he is surprisingly wiry, strong, and lithe for someone who looks largely unremarkable.

Clothing: Twilight is frequently found in whatever clothing is appropriate for the mission he happens to be on, as he feels a good cover is often more beneficial than strong armor; If one isn't perceived as an enemy, one doesn't often get shot at. However, when the situation calls for direct conflict, Twilight can often be spotted in dark colored street clothes, layered below an armored, multi-pocket combat vest.

Background: Twilight, or Agent Black as he is often known around his colleagues or supervisors, is one of the Carrington Institute's finest undercover operatives. He joined the Institute four years ago, long after the exposure of the organization's true nature and relationship with the Maians. He was trained by a number of the CI's more well known (at least in certain circles) undercover operatives, including Raven, Draxas, and even Joanna Dark herself, and his desire to emulate and surpass his mentors drove him to join the CI's covert division. However, his overzealous nature proved to nearly be his downfall.

On one of his earlier missions, Twilight got careless and blew his cover; He had been making an effort to surpass an institute record for longest covert insertion, which had been long-held by an agent known as Johnathan, and attempted to maintain his cover despite the fact that it had been failing as he was increasingly investigated over several weeks. His last transmission on that mission was received a scant few days before he would have surpassed the record, and was an urgent call for immediate extraction. By the time the Institute's extraction team was able to retrieve him, he was lucky to be alive; His spinal column had been shattered, and his spinal cord severed, by a .357 slug he had taken while attempting to hold out while waiting for his extraction. While the bullet was able to be removed and the wounds healed in time to save him, by all rights he should have been paralyzed for the rest of his life.

However, the institute's R&D department had recently developed a new type of cybernetics, and the technology had the potential to help him regain his full level of functioning from before he was shot. Twilight quickly agreed to be the first test subject, and was surgically implanted with what amounted to a bionic spine, as well as a powerful new type of control chip that connected directly into his brain. He spent the next year adjusting to the implants, first relearning to control his motor functions, and next acclimating first to basic tasks, and then to his CI training regimen. As he trained, however, he and his observers began to notice that his performance soon began to rapidly exceed his former levels. Twilight's reflexes and response time had dramatically improved to well beyond their original levels, and analysis of the phenomenon showed that the connections between the control chip (now being called a Skullchip by the researchers) and Twilight's brainstem and cerebellum had become particularly strong, lending him abilities that seemed practically superhuman.

Twilight has since resumed his duties, though his experiences have tempered his impetuousness with a great deal of restraint. Whereas he was once willing to take risks bordering or surpassing unacceptable, he had now become quite meticulous, tactical, and methodical, determined to excel while never repeating his past mistakes.

Equipment: Twilight's equipment varies based on his mission profile, but he has a favored set of armaments and tools he tends to use in cases of general combat or basic stealth. Among these are:

2 X Silenced Falcon 2s - Despite the increasing age of these pistols, Twilight prefers them over newer models because of their exceptional accuracy and concealability, as well as the superior effect of the silencers.
1 X CMP500 - Several generations removed from the now decades old CMP150 design, the CMP500 is the ultimate in heavy stealth firepower. Boasting a 32 round magazine, improved stopping power over its older counterpart, an integrated silencer and flash supression system, and a Follow-Lock-On system with the ability to track up to 32 targets independently as well as wirelessly transmit data to a contact-lens based HUD computer, the CMP500 is a covert operative's best friend. The only drawback to the weapon is that the increased recoil makes it difficult to wield with only one hand. dataDyne has promised to rectify this deficiency in their next model.
1 X Sniper Rifle, but only when the situation calls for long range
5 X Combat Knives, stowed in various places where they can be concealed without difficulty. At least two of these are always easily at hand.
3 X Remote Mines
1 X Data Uplink
1 X Door Decoder

Advantages: Superior agility, reflexes, and the highest level training of a CI operative are all at Twilight's disposal. His forte lies in covert work, especially undercover operations, but he is quite skilled at both marksmanship and melee combat as well. His methodical and tactical mind make him excel at developing plans quickly.

Disadvantages: Twilight is loath to approach a situation before having a firm plan in mind, as he sees recklessness as the source of the previous failure that nearly cost him his life. While he is talented at improvisation, the unexpected need to scuttle an existing and executed plan, especially if it has been in motion for some time, is enough to fluster him until he is able to develop an alternative.

[Merlin 2592]

Name: Jillian Storm
Alias: Jill / Jillian
Age: 19

Apperance: Jill is around the age of 19, with a medium build of a female, around 130 pounds. He black hair reachs to the middle of her shoulder blades, and she sometimes puts it into a pony tail if needing a change. Icy blue eyes and perfect teeth make her very attractive, but she is willfully strong and independant.

Attire: Jill is often dressed in a smooth, tight black jumpsuit that allows her to move with minimum resistance, she often wears a small suit of body armor that covers her hips, legs, torso, and upper torso, along shock absorbing knee and arm pads to absorb most falls. Around her hands are vambraces that keep her hands somewhat protected, but also help her keep a firm grip on her weapons or objects she is holding onto to protect herself from a fall. She wears black pumps with compartments that holster two Combat Knives, and finally and headset that allows her to communicate with her allies, and brings up a HUD for when she uses a Rocket Launcher or her CMP-150's.

Weaponry: Jill carries four Combat Knives, two are hidden in her pumps, and two are concealed in a location that changes frequently. She holsters two CMP-150's on her hips, both from a Datadyne gaurd she got into a firefight with in her first year at CI. She carries the pieces of a CI Sniper Rifle, and can assemple it within 30 seconds, along with an optional laser sight from improved accuracy. On her back she holds a Superdragon, She holds two hand grenades and N-Bombs on her ammo belt, along with dual Falcon 2's equipped with silencers, and and clips of extra ammo. She packs a pair of sunglasses capable of many diffrent scans, as well a Sony Ericsson cellphone that can unscample codes and steal data. She is also known to carry The Shikaretsu, one of her fathers blades.

Bio: Jill is the only daughter of Merlin, a PDBA'er who has laid down his guns, and now lives a life of peace as a retired Captain and NJROTC SNSI. She like her father always had a love for competition, as she joined the track and swimming teams. She has enrolled in the CI for 3 years, and at 21 plans to follow her fathers footsteps and become a Naval Officer. While she is adept in the areas of stealth, hand to hand combat, and is very agile and flexible, and while her accurary is not as stellar as her fathers, she is slowly improving, but many hours will help her become well known, throughout the PDBA.


Advantages: Very stealthy, agile and flexible, also very adebt in hand to hand combat. Like her father, is a superb pilot.

Disadvantages: Jill can get very headstrong like her father, and her accuracy leaves something to be desired. Even though Jill is a well spirited emotionally and mentally, she has lost some fights to males due to being out muscled.

Other Weapons:

The Shikaretsu: The Shikaretsu is a blade handed down to Jill by her father, it is imbuded with several magical powers, most of which she is unaware of, and those of which she are, she has not learned to harness to it's full potential. As the wielder loses life force, seven kanji symbols on the blade light up, enhancing it's power, and when all seven are lit up, the blade has met it's full power. Very few to date have witnessed it's awesome destructive power. The Shikaretsu, is also capable of draining life and transferring it to the wielder, as well as transferring life from the wielder to other objects. The Shikaretsu however, has many other abilities.

OOC: It's still sort of rough, but I think it's much better then my other profile.

Edit: I just started reading profiles, and I noticed me and Razor are very similar. :S I also switched Deepercut for this new (overpowered) blade I came up with.