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01-10-2006, 06:56 PM
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OOC: Finally, An actually serious RPG besides W@RF! I'll do my best to keep up with this.

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Name: Flaxis
Species: Steef
Sex: Male
Age: 21 (Steef Years, which means basically the same age in Human years)
Equipment: Modified Cartel Standard Assualt Rifle (Slig's average weapon) Modifications include: an extended clip, added scope, laser pointer on end, and a increased fire-rate; Steel Katana with a leather-wrapped hilt; Binocs with a microphone and thermal attachment; and a bulletproof vest (See description)

Job: Freelance Bounty Hunter

Description: Although he is a steef, he lost his back legs when he was young when his tribe was ambushed by the industrialists, thus making him seem normal, but leaving terrible scars. His horns were later broken off by a pair of Big Bro Sligs while he was in there custody. He has dark blue eyes, so dark they seem black, and has blond hair. Muscles are apparent on his body from the intense labor he was sent through as a slave. He is 6'10 tall, towering over most creatures. He wears traditional clothes, with a leather shirt incribed with his tribe's symbols, and his pants are likewise. The only straying item is the bulletproof vest underneath the shirt, made by a secret process only he knows.

Personality: He is normally dark and brooding, but inside is a kind soul. He will defend anyone who is subjected to cruel treatment. He is misunderstood by most people, because of his blunt opinion. His anger is almost unstoppable when in full gear. Words heard during his murderous rage are related to, in his own words; "Filthy...Glukkon scum.....pay back... "

Biography: His past is a mystery, and he is not eager to tell others about it. The only definite thing known about him is found in a long-forgotten records database in an abandoned section of the Cartel he was brought to as a cub. His tribe was ambushed by a group of greedy mercenarys who were hired by an unknown company made up of Glukkons. He was the only survivor, according to the same records. 2 years after Flaxis was released from their custody, the company mysteriously shut down, due to the Glukkon's murders in their beds. The only clue to their deaths were what seemed to be two broken branches in the shape of horns thrust into their skulls.
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Flaxis had been standing silently slightly ahead of the slig, watching the scene with his dark eyes. When the Glukkon had come out of the ship and had began to speak excitedly about the profit, his fist had clenched slightly. But when the Vykker had said something about Darvek, he turned his back to the conversation, assuming he had heard anything useful. He gently walked foward, looking for a sign of trouble, just in case there were already patrols in the forest. As he walked forward, he saw a brief fire, which was suddenly put out. As Flaxis moved gently toward what he thought to be a makeshift camp, he stepped on a twig. He froze, mentally kicking himself for the stupid move.

He looked forward, inching his head until he saw the slig with it's blitzpacker aimed straight at him. From habit, Flaxis's mind automatically calculated the distance from him and the gun, the bullet's speed, and his mind said one simple thing: If this slig fires, you'll die. If you somehow survive, you'll probably get caught by the patrols who would come after the sound. Flaxis also realized one more thing. This was the slig the Vykker had been looking for.

Darvek

Gently, oh so gently, he put his hands up, the universel sign for "Hey, I'm not pointing a huge gun at you and want to be friends", and walked out of the bushes.

"I hear that you're a wanted man. If you're, uh, trouble enough that the Cartel wants you, I think we could be partners for awhile." Flaxis said in his slow, rough voice. "Make some moolah, you know, and, uh, at the same time, we could cause some more trouble for 'em" At this, Flaxis gestured at the Industrialists at the fire and spat. He held out his hand, and asked Darvek his simple question.

"So, uh, what do you say?"

OOC: I'm not making Flaxis say 'uh' a lot because hes stupid, I'm trying to base his speech on the Strangers, who says 'uh' a lot when talking, so hes not acting dumb.
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