[Marvak]

I'll just retype my profiles from scratch, it's easier and more fun that way. Plus, I like this Misc. idea that Zozo's got, it'll allow me to bestow more useful info. :3 Kind of like little bits of Trivia.

Name: Cal (Short for Calvin Castro)

Species: Intern

Age: 25, compared to a human

Gender: Male

Appearence: (SUBJECT TO CHANGE...) Dishevelled and tired-looking, his right eye is bloodshot, whereas his left is missing completely, and the socket is covered by and eye patch. Wears dirty clothes; a long-sleeved blue button-up hawiian print shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and faded grey jeans that have several small tears and frays. You may occasionally be able to see his y-fronts sticking out the back. Several scars and (thanks to W@RF v.7) burns on his skin, most notably a very large scar going from his left eye socket and diagonally down his face, and a cross-shaped scar on his right pectoral.

Personality: Thinks he's God, acts like he's Satan. Basically, he laughs in the face of authority, takes all the booze and chicks for himself and scares children. Short temper and very easily upset, he has something like the male equivalent of constant PMS. If there's some hot female around (he prefers other Interns, but anything with boobs is fair game), he'll get incredibly sleazy and downright creepy, not to mention distrespectful. Without a distraction, he just acts like your average bummed-out loser. Just keep in mind, he's armed and part of a notorious gang. He does have a tiny little speck of white light amidst that twisted darkness... but you will have to search long and hard to find it.

Equipment: A small handheld tazer, which resembles a chunky black plastic pistol. He loves it likes he loves nothing else, and refers to it as his 'baby'.

Bio: He prefers to keep his past to himself. People familiar with Cal will know (v.7); others may ask him if you want, but he will take a lot of persuasion to get it out of him. <3

Miscellaneous: Fun fact time!
FACT 1:
During W@RF v.7, he suffered a horrendous and near-fatal attack when a Slig shot him with a bluderbuss and his own tazer. During the attack of self-defense, the Slig (Venk's #9) held the trigger of the tazer down for much longer than he should have, creating a continous blast of electicity instead of a single zap. This, combined with the bullets from the blunderbuss, should have killed Cal if it weren't for the quick actions of Doe the Mudokon (also Venk's character, lol), who quickly administered a powerful healing powder in his wounds.
Unfortunately, the electiric shocks, blood loss and unnaturally fast rate of healing has left him in a... well, unstable state of mind.
Basically... he hears voices.

FACT 2: He has an incredible, astronomical phobia of fuzzles. His one greatest fear in the world. Not the sort of screaming and squealing type of person, he's more likely to stand stock-still, heart thumping, silent and feeling nauseous, hoping to death that the little fuzzy terror won't notice him.
It's quite funny actually.



Name: Ricky (known to authorities as Ricardo Digiuno)

Species: Slig

Age: Somewhere in his 20's, it's hard to tell

Gender: Worker (masculine features)

Appearence:(ALSO SUBJECT TO CHANGE...) Slighlty duller green skin than the average Slig, with pale yellow stripes running down his neck and back. Naturally thinner and lankier than an average Slig. His mechanical pants are made of aluminium, and have much longer and more complex legs than normal, built especially for running. Has a 'backpack' on the back of his pants, which double as a hard seat and speed guard (so his back doesn't snap in two when he's going top speed). The backpack contains all sorts of things, from motion detectors, small firearms, to first aid kits and tellecommunication devices.

Equipment: The contents of his backpack.

Personality: If you didn't know him, you'd think he was just a very friendly and intelligent Slig. But in reality, he'd be the one who shook your hand with one hand, and slit your throat with the other. Founder and supreme leader of the gang called The Black Scrabs, within that group, what he says is law. Of course, then Calvin has to come and challenge it...

Bio: During his time at the Slig Barracks, Ricky frequently collected bits and peices of machines to, well, build his own gadjets. He loved looking at how things worked, and thus became very learned in the fields of mechanics.
When he was 13, however, he got into a fight with another Slig over who had better rights to the armoury. He lost. Infuriated at his humilliating defeat, he waited that night untill everyone was asleep, before creeping into that Slig's tent, and slitting his throat.
The alarm was raisedjust as he managed to escape. And he's been on the run, comitting crimes and murders for moolah, for the rest of his life.

FUN FACTS:
Even though he is a lying, theiving, murdering bastard, he does have, uh, 'standards'; never bring children into the matter, never harm those ho can't defend themselves without reason, never harm pregnant mothers, and help those in dire need. I guess it's what helps him sleep at night.


Name: Wic

Species: Mudokon

Age: 4 (that's 8 in Human years)

Gender: Worker (Masculine features)

Appearence: A short, greeny-yellow (most of the time) coloured Mudokon child. He has mysterious black circles around his eyes, sort of like a birthmark, that make him look like a raccoon. He has no feathers on his head, so he instead wears a faded black (which is now grey) cap to decorate his head. Also wears a black leather jacket which was leant to him by Cal, and a pair of 'shorts' which are pretty much just a loincloth with a crotch.

Equipment: Nothin' :\

*more comin' soon, lolz*