Post by seadragon121 on Oct 20, 2009 11:15:20 GMT -5
Name: Kalix Ralic
Age: 22
Orginization: N/A
Race: Superhuman
Class: Telekinetic
Height: 5'8
Approx. Weight: 170 lbs.
Physical Characteristics: Nothing out of the ordinary
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Jade
Usual Clothing: White button up long sleeve t-shirt with a black button up jacket. Baggy black jeans and dark brown steel toe boots.
Picture:
Personality: Kalix is an unnervingly calm and quiet character. His intellect is challenged day to day by trading in the black market by reverse engineering the modern day weapons and reconstructing superior models. He loves a great puzzle and any problem that has infinite amount of solutions.
History: At an age of 18 Kalix became emancipated and began his life long career in chemistry and biology. Not known how or when he was introduced to his engineering abilities. He suddenly had an inspiration and multiple contacts to many of the larger organizations that were fueled by their private wars. At age 21 he had become a well known weapons supplier throughout the black market. He was most known for being the hardest track down and the highest payed among his colleagues. Three years since his involvement in the black market he is been able to create superior and highly competitive weapons. ((I can't think of a decent history for this character.))
Powers: The telekinetic powers possessed by Kalix are of a larger variety. Not only does this power allow him to hold onto several main strings of thought, but also allows for the creation of summoning a blade without a weapon in hand.((If you play D&D this type of character is called a Psionic)) This possession of telekinesis is the ability to control and operate specifically designed machines that have an A.I. created by Kalix himself.
Kalix Ralic sat there amongst a large crowd in the summer sun under a fountain with two lions standing on their hind legs in a battle stance. His arms outstretched on either side of the bench facing the the civilians of this small town. Concentrating on his task at hand he stared up at the deep blue sky. Small clouds wisping away lazily far over head.
Where is this punk? I need to get back into touch with the corporations... so much more professional.
Leaning up and setting his ankle on the top of his knee he sighed with some relief. It was only three in the afternoon and it was the last business exchange for the day. Crossing his arms over his chest momentarily he caught a glance of a few thuggish characters heading his way. Something was off though.
"Hey, bro. Sorry we're late. We had some, ugh, prior business. I'm sure you understand?" The kid was tall and lanky with a sunken posture. Light skinned, his eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of weed. He was higher than a kite and his buddy's were dumb enough to be as high as he was. They all stood there in a cluster with their weapons half exposed from their hips or stuck in the front of their pants. No holsters, quicker draws but in the state they were in it didn't matter.
"Deals off. You're in no position to make an offer, nor are you in the position to..."Kalix stood up with the suit case in his hand and began to step away from his clients.
"What?!" The thug grabbed at his glock 9mm, yanking a few times on his gun and pointed it at Kalix. Holding the weapon sideways like the thugs they were in intimidation he held it up as close as he could to Kalix. "You gonna gimme that suitcase and..i'm takin' the money, shorty."
The crowd behind them had run away in dismay at the very first sighting of the gun. Police sirens would start up and be here in less than five minutes. This had to end and all the loose ends had to be tied up now.
Kalix stood there in his silence with his back half turned to take another step. This is what he hated about outside business, they all think they could hustle him out of his time and money. A long silent stare pursued for a few moments. At the instance of the sirens from the police cars heading in their general direction the thug flinched, thats all he needed.
In the next split second he had swayed to the right of the barrel of the weapon pointed at him and withdrawn his modified berreta out. Their were two curved blades on either side of the slide extending outwards about two inches. A single blade on the bottom of the handgun that extended below the barrel five inches. The beretta was pearl white with only one recognizable trait. There was no hammer on the weapon. No cocking mechanism to fire the bullets, and that was the trick to his weapons.
"Rest now..." With the fading words he jammed the barrel of the weapon into the leaders stomach, creating massive amounts of internal bleeding. Two shots were fired into the silence. The first bullet catching the thug on the left in his temple. The second bullet punching through and leaving a massive hole in the center of the other thugs chest.
All men dead now and the sirens were just in the distance. The bullets were the only traces left of Kalix as he walked away unscathed and a little richer. To bad it's not always this easy.
'We All Fall Down'
Age: 22
Orginization: N/A
Race: Superhuman
Class: Telekinetic
Height: 5'8
Approx. Weight: 170 lbs.
Physical Characteristics: Nothing out of the ordinary
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Jade
Usual Clothing: White button up long sleeve t-shirt with a black button up jacket. Baggy black jeans and dark brown steel toe boots.
Picture:
Personality: Kalix is an unnervingly calm and quiet character. His intellect is challenged day to day by trading in the black market by reverse engineering the modern day weapons and reconstructing superior models. He loves a great puzzle and any problem that has infinite amount of solutions.
History: At an age of 18 Kalix became emancipated and began his life long career in chemistry and biology. Not known how or when he was introduced to his engineering abilities. He suddenly had an inspiration and multiple contacts to many of the larger organizations that were fueled by their private wars. At age 21 he had become a well known weapons supplier throughout the black market. He was most known for being the hardest track down and the highest payed among his colleagues. Three years since his involvement in the black market he is been able to create superior and highly competitive weapons. ((I can't think of a decent history for this character.))
Powers: The telekinetic powers possessed by Kalix are of a larger variety. Not only does this power allow him to hold onto several main strings of thought, but also allows for the creation of summoning a blade without a weapon in hand.((If you play D&D this type of character is called a Psionic)) This possession of telekinesis is the ability to control and operate specifically designed machines that have an A.I. created by Kalix himself.
Kalix Ralic sat there amongst a large crowd in the summer sun under a fountain with two lions standing on their hind legs in a battle stance. His arms outstretched on either side of the bench facing the the civilians of this small town. Concentrating on his task at hand he stared up at the deep blue sky. Small clouds wisping away lazily far over head.
Where is this punk? I need to get back into touch with the corporations... so much more professional.
Leaning up and setting his ankle on the top of his knee he sighed with some relief. It was only three in the afternoon and it was the last business exchange for the day. Crossing his arms over his chest momentarily he caught a glance of a few thuggish characters heading his way. Something was off though.
"Hey, bro. Sorry we're late. We had some, ugh, prior business. I'm sure you understand?" The kid was tall and lanky with a sunken posture. Light skinned, his eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of weed. He was higher than a kite and his buddy's were dumb enough to be as high as he was. They all stood there in a cluster with their weapons half exposed from their hips or stuck in the front of their pants. No holsters, quicker draws but in the state they were in it didn't matter.
"Deals off. You're in no position to make an offer, nor are you in the position to..."Kalix stood up with the suit case in his hand and began to step away from his clients.
"What?!" The thug grabbed at his glock 9mm, yanking a few times on his gun and pointed it at Kalix. Holding the weapon sideways like the thugs they were in intimidation he held it up as close as he could to Kalix. "You gonna gimme that suitcase and..i'm takin' the money, shorty."
The crowd behind them had run away in dismay at the very first sighting of the gun. Police sirens would start up and be here in less than five minutes. This had to end and all the loose ends had to be tied up now.
Kalix stood there in his silence with his back half turned to take another step. This is what he hated about outside business, they all think they could hustle him out of his time and money. A long silent stare pursued for a few moments. At the instance of the sirens from the police cars heading in their general direction the thug flinched, thats all he needed.
In the next split second he had swayed to the right of the barrel of the weapon pointed at him and withdrawn his modified berreta out. Their were two curved blades on either side of the slide extending outwards about two inches. A single blade on the bottom of the handgun that extended below the barrel five inches. The beretta was pearl white with only one recognizable trait. There was no hammer on the weapon. No cocking mechanism to fire the bullets, and that was the trick to his weapons.
"Rest now..." With the fading words he jammed the barrel of the weapon into the leaders stomach, creating massive amounts of internal bleeding. Two shots were fired into the silence. The first bullet catching the thug on the left in his temple. The second bullet punching through and leaving a massive hole in the center of the other thugs chest.
All men dead now and the sirens were just in the distance. The bullets were the only traces left of Kalix as he walked away unscathed and a little richer. To bad it's not always this easy.
'We All Fall Down'