Linx

[Linx]

Character Name;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Tyler
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 1 on the net, about 3-5 otherwise
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ID Tag;;

Alias: Zero
Name: Linx
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 37
Physical Age: 19
Species: Vampire
Sire: Scarlet Cross
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Only what he earns himself
Job: Mercenary

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Combat
2. Knowledge
3. Language

Summary:
He spent most of his life being a child soldier, and was trained to be a sleeper agent and assassin. During the day to day classes, he was taught all the arts that he’d need to fit in with any culture. He received the best marks in all his classes, being a very quick learner. He mainly specializes in combat, language, and knowledge, but can perform many other tasks as well. He could always be found researching a subject that he isn’t familiar with, but is found most often reading for pleasure. More often than not, it’s generally very large books he reads, but will sometimes slip into crowds and learn from people themselves. During the past twenty years, his abilities have only grown as he learns from his real life experiences, the texts he's read on ancient fighting techniques and styles giving birth to new levels of swordsmanship and intelligence, shaping battlefields to bring about a quick victory, and his devotion to Scarlet bringing a new cautiousness to his attacks, ensuring his safety for her, and her alone.

Out of his three specialties, knowledge has become the most prominent. He continues to research every available subject that he can, and is now qualified to be considered and expert on more than a few matters. He's delved deeply into lore and history most of all, loving the classical myths and beliefs of older cultures, and the history of the world and it's countries. He's also deeply involved in books with a military application. He's become a leading authority on tactics and weaponry, able to identify a weapon as soon as look at it, and shape a battlefield to be exactly what he wants it to, to ensure a quick and seamless victory.

Ranked second, is now combat. Though not nearly so powerful as older vampires he'll doubtlessly encounter, he's become cunning. He doesn't rely so much on brute force, but leans heavily on finesse. With his weapons of choice, the scimitars, he can turn any block into a minor hit, using the curving blade to roll it over his opponents blocking weapons to leave small cuts on their arms. Eventually, the wounds add up and take their toll on his opponent, leaving him victorius. He's become extremely quick witted and light on his feet, quickly adjusting to any situation that may arise, able to improvise with but a nanoseconds analysis of the situation, saving his life and those of the soldiers he's worked with on many occasions.

Third is language, which has become more prominent under his isolation from his love. Instead of focusing on currently used languages only, he's delved into the archaic, and long since forgotten and unused languages. He's taken up their mantle, of keeping their legacy alive and carrying them with him. Even today they still have their applications, using them to decipher the new langauges he encounters, as they can all be found to have a base in at least one language he knows. Though it is rare he encounters a new language, it happens from time to time, and with the use of his vast repetoire of languages, he quickly decodes and masters the language. That, and he enjoys swapping languages in midsentence to throw people off, and to keep them guessing. It also helps to serve to be able to listen in on those who don't know that he understands, serving him well on a few occasions.

Weakness:
1. Personality
2. Stronger Opponents
3. Scarlet

Summary:
Foremost amongst his weaknesses is his personality. He was born and raised to be a very militaristic person. To most people, he comes off as a cold and uncaring individual, calculating the use of everyone around him. This however, is a miss conception. Within, he's a caring and devoted individual, always thinking of his lost love, wishing he could return to her side. Most people, if ever revealed, could take advantage of his nature easily. He'd willingly throw himself into a fire, as long as he could save someone else, even at the cost of his own life. He hardly revelas this part of himself however, not wanting to be hurt, or for anyone to be hurt because of him.

His next is those of a greater strength than his own, naturally. He's weak, of a medium build, and always been more focused on speed and finesse. Those of a heavier build and greater strenght hold both advantage and disadvantage. He can easily manuever around them, striking quickly, accurately and often. Unfourtanetly, most times even a glancing blow sends him flying away in pain. With the vampirism however, he's become more resistant to these attacks, balancing it out to some extent. He still prefers to avoid fighting these enemies, not wanting to take any chances as a safety precaution against his unwanted death.

Third and finally among his list of weaknesses, is his love, Scarlet. For her, he'd do anything, and anyone threatening her, will face every ounce of intelligence and fury at his disposable, both possessed in considerable amounts. He refuses to let anyone hurt her without passing over his cold and dead body first, and he's determined that they'll regret ever messing with him if they try, leaving them far from ok. Should anyone try to take her hostage and use her against him, they'll face the most unfeeling beast in existence, a being of pure and unbridled rage and skill, focused to be a perfect warrior, with no room for any mistakes, his skills nothing less than perfect. He'd stop at nothing to secure her, and to return her alright, no matter the cost to himself.

Appearance;;

Hair: Silver
Eyes: Silver
Height: 6'1''
Marks: None
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Fairly tanned
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: His clothes were at first, normal and can vary depending on his mood, and changed with his freedom. Generally he wears all black clothing, a pair of double belts across his waist, with holsters and sheaths for any weapons he might be carrying, and are even detachable to appear normal. He wears studded leather, fingerless gloves on both of his hands, specially made to be usable in a fight, and a simple black sleeveless shirt. On an average day, when trying to blend in for observations, he wears a pair of baggy blue jeans, and a black t-shirt, with a chain at his right hip pocket securing his wallet to a belt-loop. Over the t-shirt, he wears a sleeveless, blue and black shirt with two intertwined dragons on the back, made out of a light-weight soft material. Since he's been running missions based on stealth the past twenty years however, his clothing style has been leaning towards that very point. Everything he wears is black now, a black set of cargo pants to carry extra ammo and such, a black turtleneck that fit tightly against his body, black gloves with only the index finger missing, and a black y-strap with his weapons covered in a black finish to hide their gleam in the moonlight.

Footwear: Depending on his mood, he wears either a pair of black combat boots, or a simple pair of black vans. He wears both pairs with both outfits, not generally caring. More often than not, he wears the vans, meant for comfort, and speed. He wears his combat boots if he needs durability and knows that a combat situation is likely to arise. Lately, all he wears are black combat boots, rugged and all terrain for any mission he might take on.

Summary:
He mostly wears what would be considered ‘punk’ clothing if he doesn’t feel like trying to blend in. He’s very versatile though, able to wear anything like he would all the time. As a soldier, he was exposed to all types of clothing, and is familiar with all culture clothing as well. He can correctly wear or identify the specific clothing for whichever culture he is in at the moment, but more often than not he wears what he wants. He always has a small trunk with varying types of clothes in his trunk, wearing mostly his ‘punk’ clothes though. He also always has a small fund set aside for any clothes he may need to pick up on site. But of course, as of late, his clothing has been more stealth commando. With his vampirism, training and clothing, he's become more of an assassin than a warrior, filtering in and out of the enemy ranks with but a whisper of sound, leaving many dead in his wake. His clothing style has come to reflect his mood, as well as his occupation: brooding assassin.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Reading
2. fighting
3. Meeting new people

Dislikes:
1. Arrogance
2. Evil
3. Loud noises and crowds

Flaws:
1. Is too nice for his own good
2. Will try and help anyone, whatever the cost
3. Does not always strike to kill

Summary:
His main likes are reading, fighting and meeting new people. These are mostly products of his raising, however. As a child being raised to fight, he's taken a natural interest in fighting. He's become the best fighter he could be, honing his every muscle into fighting perfection from a young age, and regularly throws himself into combat, as a test of his abilities, and as a way to relax. He regularly uses fighting as a means to think out his emotions and feelings, the only true moments of peace and clarity he knows. It's become his meditation of sorts, and it's become his own place of inner peace.

He also enjoys reading, no matter the subject. If there's a book close by he hasn't read, or one he has but not for an extended period of time, he'll gladly pick it up, and nestle himself away in a corner with just enough light to read by. He is in love with not only his sire, but any and all fantasy books he can get his hands on. He's already layed claim to at least one copy of almost every fantasy book, hiding them away in a store room back in the States that he owns, visiting occasionally to relax and read. He's also become a big fan of anything that provides him info. He can often be found self teaching himself anything about anywhere he might be going, or just learning for a purely random interest.

His final favourite like is meeting new people. He loves going out into the world and meeting new people, whenever possible of course. He'd spend as much time around crowds as he could, trying to muster up the nerve to talk to someone, or hoping someone would talk to him at least. Thanks to this random trait, he's met many friends among the immortals, and even the love of his eternity, that he'd willingly and gladly die for. He's made very few enemies, as he's mostly an amiable person, preffering to stay on good terms with everyone, the only cuurent enemy he knows of is, of course, Shadows, who he's quite sure would like nothing more than to have his skin and head tacked up on his wall as a trophy.

In terms of dislikes, they all fall together really, evil, arrogance and loud noises. He has yet to meet someone that holds one of these traits, without at least one other. Evil is the most horrible of the three to him, and he'll stop at nothing to see it destroyed, by his life's vow, "Aku Soku Zan," swift death to evil. He's not an idiot when it comes to eliminating evil, however. He recognizes and acknowledges that he will always find someone stronger than him, so he resorts to cunning, and letting the enemy find their way into his traps on their own, and as of yet, it hasn't failed. The other two are far more bearable. Arrogance and loud noises he just tends to avoid if at all possible, as arrogant men irritate him to no end, and loud noises make it hard for him to think at most times.

In terms of flaws, they're all the same basic principle. He's too nice for his own good, he'll do anything to help anyone around him, and he sometimes hesitates to kill. He's always been one of a kind heart, witnessing the horrors and brutality of war, and it changed him. Not to a sadistic soldier that wants nothing more than to slay and cause pain to everything around him, but to help them, in every way possible, to spare them the pain he's seen and known. He also sometimes hesitates to slay his opponent, wondering if they might find redemption from their path, this has let more than a few criminals escape death at his wicked blades. Lately, that side has diminished, and he finds little mercy, though that has been wrought more of isolation and constantly fighting, than out of any change of heart.

Within the past twenty years, some of these traits have grown even more prominent in his mannerisms. He's become dark, brooding and reclusive, taking any fight thrown his way. He remains a silent and calculating individual, examining each situation thoroughly, before deciding on his course, and executing it to perfection each time. His flaws have receded a bit, as he hasn't socialized with anyone since he left his love, dissappearing into the underground, hiding from those who would see him dead, avoiding any and all contact if possible.

Background Check;;

Family Members: No living or known relatives.

Birth Place: Linx was born in a military complex, meant to be the culmination of years of research, and wanted to be the best soldier they could produce.. He was born on September 12th, 1990, but never really celebrated it, other than a slightly easier day of exercise.

Childhood:He was raised as a soldier. He spent all of his days training, and fed meals mixed with gunpowder, for the toluene, to keep him complacent. He was raised as a child soldier, and has had plenty of combat experience, and hours of virtual practice. He was raised to be intelligent and capable, and was constantly evaluated on his progress. He never had the chance to make friends, and as such it has made him somewhat inept when it comes to meeting people.

Transformation: He had spent some time with Scarlet, having met her when he was on the job, and he hit it off with her immediately. They became close rather quickly, and even helped him on his job. He told her that he’d stay with her as long as he could live, and she made the passing comment of being able to help him become immortal. He took her up on her offer, seeing it as a way to further his personal goal of becoming stronger, and a way to be with her for all eternity.

Prey: He feeds from any willing subject, not wanting to force anyone into giving him their blood, not even animals.

Fang Power: He has inherited Scarlets venom, and can use it at will should he want. He has two types, one that causes intense pain, incapacitating after a few hours, and one that paralyzes after about 30minutes, simulating death.

Other Transformation: He would offer them the chance to change, not forcing them. He would drain them of blood, replacing it with his own in order to do it.

History:
Raised to be a soldier, he spent the better part of his early life training. He would wake early every day, and spend half training in weapons and stealth, and the other half for the skills needed to be a sleeper agent. He spent many years following this routine, sent out to many battlefields after awhile. He began to prove himself on the battlefield, and they eventually eased him into tougher jobs. He continued to prove himself, and was eventually a highly praised and honored soldier.

After many years, his team and he had been dispatched to a particularly difficult mission, and most of his teammates were killed on that mission. This stiffened in him a resolve to escape, as they had been speaking of it for quite awhile. After a few nights back, he broke free, and fled off into the night. He was injured as he fled, and threw himself over a cliff, plunging into the waters below, being carried far away, washing up on a shore somewhere. He was found a few hours later, and taken into the nearest village, being nursed back to health.

After being nursed back to health, he thanked the villagers and left on his way, trying to become stronger. He began to live his life by ‘Aku Soku Zan,’ swift death to evil, vowing this in his fallen comrades name. He went on his way, running often from the organization that he’d escaped from. Eventually, he reached Vice City, meeting many people there, and going deeper into his mercenary work when he left. Eventually, he found himself in Central America, where he met Scarlet on a job. He hit it off with her, and became closely attached to her. Eventually, she made the passing comment to turn him, and he accepted to spend an eternity with her.

That was twenty years ago. Shortly after they met, and had planned to be wed, her master, the man named Shadows, had returned, and Linx went underground, using skills he'd honed over many years of running from the military organization that had been trying to capture and kill him. He made his living from country to country, fighting whever he was hired, his skills only heightened as he grew older. Everywhere he'd stop, he'd send his love a message, chatting for a few minutes over an untraceable phone, before leaving once more, contacting her again when he thought it safe. Currently, he's merely wandering around, and has made his way to Europe, being hired out to help a losing army eliminate the enemy generals.

Ten years after that, he's located in Europe still, embroiled in a small war brewing in an uncharted yet populated area in the mountains, hired out by the forces that could manage to scrape together enough to pay him, without knowing what he truly was. He was hired out as what they thought was an assassin/commando, and currently he runs any missions that they need done without fail. Only his love for Scarlet keeps him going on, though he isn't sure who it is anymore, having suffered amnesia.

Shortly after having left her, he was on a flight towards Europe, when he was shot down by what he presumed in his last few moments of consciousness to be hunters. The small cargo jet hurtled into the ground below, flames consuming most everything, and by some miracle he'd survived. When he awoke however, the price was revealed. He had no idea where he was, what he'd been doing, and could not remember anything that had happened. He'd awoken in a flaming wreck, with no idea of how he'd got there, and dawn fast approaching.

With the arrival of dawn however, he quickly learned that the sun was very painful to him, much to his suprise. He remembered briefly a flash of fangs, and quickly hid away, setting about with the fall of twilight to determine what he was now. He tracked down all the information he could, and as incredulous as it was, he was a vampire. He thought they were only myths, afterall. Despite attempts to the contrary, the last thing he could remember was running from a mercenary organization that had employed him as a soldier, more than ten years previously.

After his discovery, he travelled the world, with nothing but amnesia as his ally, the swords on his hip, and the guns on his chest. He, as previously stated, wandered to Europe, and there remains, having been emroiled in conflict for twenty years, trying vainly to get his memory returned to him, but failing every time. In substitute, he fought, doing the only thing he was good at, the only repreive he had from the feeling he'd left behind something important.


Code Word:
'i hAve read da rules'

Mad Skills;;

[Example of your Role-Playing]

Linx sighs, the townsmen around him roaring for blood, the moonlight high overhead. Was it so much to ask that people leave a wounded vampire alone? Of course it was, that would be too easy afterall. He sighs again, shaking his head at the futility of it all, as the towns people danced around the pyre he was arranged on, their torches and impromptu weapons casting horrible shadows in the moonlight, not that he cared. He could smell the oil soaking into the wood, the smell of it burning his nostrils.

"Ah Scarlet, if only you could see me now." he laments, thinking of the wife that he'd never be able to claim now. He was far too weak to break free, having come straight from the battlefield, found by these men as he was trying to retreat and heal. How he wished he was with her! He'd be warm and comfortable, he was sure. Instead, he was strapped to a pole, about to be burned to death, with only the thoughts of the woman he loved to keep him company.

He sighs as the small priest of the town steps forward, muttering a pray in latin, before thrusting the torch he held deep into the wooden pyre. The oil drenched and ever hungry wood eagerly consumed the flames, them leaping high into the air, Linx fighting to hold the primal roar of pain deep within himself, but unable to contain it. The flames roared higher, consuming the wood and setting into his clothes, and his throat released a primal roar of pain and fear, rending the night air apart, the very flames themselves reacting to it. The flames rolled out from him in a great wave, blasting away the townsfolk, and Linx dropped as his charred bindings dropped away.

Barely coherent, but instinctively recognizing he was free, his warrior muscles kicked in, carrying him away from the village as fast as he could manage, which wasn't very fast at all. He manged to make it out by some act of god, and fell into a cave, dawn fast approaching. He looks at the small flames still licking at his clothes with a look of suprise and even fear at them, testing the quickly rising hopes that he had forming in his exhausted brain. He focused all of his remaining conscience into one single command, uttering it aloud as if to strengthen it, "Cease." he mutters with all the strength he could muster, and the flames complied, vanishing at once. A plethora of emotions washed over him, and he slumps to the ground in exhasution, a happy smile on his face, the first in many years.

He woke up, slowly, and with an extreme ache in his body. He checks his watch, barely remembering the incident in the village, only the vague parts. He'd slpet for two days! His eyes widened at that! And then it all came rushing back to him as he remained still, trying to determine the cause of his fatigue, and he leapt to his feet in excitement. He takes an even stance, spreading his legs to secure himself, focusing his concentration, forcing a single command past his lips, "Come." he utters, and a small flame appears in his palm, and his face lights with excitement. He keeps his concentration focused however, forcing the flame through small manipulations, and as the weeks passed, he became even more proficient in it's use, ending with one final lament, "Ah Scarlet, if only you could see me now!"

[Isi Runasimi]

Hi, please read the rules and put in the proper codeword. Thank you.

[Lady Thorn]

Okie pokie. Accepted. All seems in order to me.