Who is Kuraudo?
Edit: Derp
Edit Edit: On that note; Kuraudo. I've picked Mordem (see below) as my fighter. Does he spark interest, or should I use another?
Character name: Mordem Maare
Aliases and/or titles: N/A
Age: 26
Height: 5'7
Weight: 160 pounds
Body type: Lean
Mordem has jet black hair with a slight ice white streak shooting backwards from the root at the top of his forehead, the rest of his semi-short slightly messy hair is sideways parted. His two blue eyes are surrounded by dark, tired eyelids, signs of years of sleep deprivation and excessive pill popping. His skin is pale and lifeless, a faint remnant of redish hue adorn his cheeks, nose, and lips. A vein portrudes visibly on his forehead, and his cheeks reveals a slight amount of wrinkles around the mouth upon frowning.
He wears a white combat jacket with a popped collar; a lightweight gray reinforced ceramic vest underneath, and a black harness consisting of two suspenders connected to a waistline belt, on which four pockets and two gun holsters are connected. Two pockets (below), and the two holsters (above) on the suspenders, front. Two pockets on the belt, behind. A sword sheath, with a red handle, black hilt, silver bladed katana, is attatched to the behind of the harness, at a comfortable level for easy vertical retrieval. Both arms of the jacket, with a pocket on each side below shoulder level, are wrapped up just beneath the elbows, revealing skin between the jacket and a pair of black leather gloves. Over which black lightweight hard plastic elbow guards, going from the elbows to the wrists, and from the wrists to the knuckles, are attached separately. Complementary of the jacket, is the white combat pants, with two pockets running down each side, below the waist, and above the ankles. Black lightweight hard plastic leg guards, going from the knees down to the ankles, over a pair of black combat boots with reinforced steel tips serves as the finishing touch for the whole set. Another gun holster is wrapped around his right thigh.
Abilities:
Mordem has trained and studied extensively for most of his life to reach physical and mental perfection. He is well past the peak human condition. He has become an instrument of death, and he likes to show it. His aim is unparalleled, able to hit moving targets while dancing flawless tango. His close combat, unmanageable, able to take down several human-leveled opponents with ease while simultaneously being a competent player in fast-paced chess. His acrobatics, unmentionable, parkouring near impossible angles and heights, while re-citing perfect Shakespearean literature. If he cared for it. He is, despite all of these talents, at heart, still human, and so does not boast much of a defense other than his equipment. His strength is nothing to brag about, he could kick down a reinforced wooden door, but that's about it.
Equipment:
Armor:
- 1x lightweight ceramic body armor.
- 1x set of hard plastic elbow and wrist guards.
- 1x set of hard plastic leg guards.
- Reinforced leather gloves for steel wire handling.
Weapons and gadgets:
- 1x Custom black/white 45. Colt with a slim grip to fit Mordem's hands perfectly. It has a small, but potent flashlight attached to it's bottom. 8 bullets per clip.
(Attachable; Silencer. ) - Holstered in the left holster of his chest harness.
- 1x Mp5k black/white 9mm. 30 bullets per clip. - Holstered in the right holster on his thigh.
- 2x Combat knife; one in the back of his right boot, the other in his left, both have sheaths.
- 2x high explosive grenades, left back pocket.
- 1x Smoke grenade, upper left combat pants pocket.
- 1x C4 charge w/ detonator, right back pocket.
- 1x High-range frequency radio, attached to belt. Usually turned off.
- 1x High-powered gas powered grapple gun; 60m steel wire attached to harness. Right chest holster.
- 1x Mini-Re-Breather (1 minute): This small device fits over the users mouth and nose, it has a silver capsule attached to it's bottom, and allows them to breathe for a full minute before having to replace capsules, a process that takes too long to accomplish in combat.
- Katana: His katana, silver forged, is a story in itself. A priceless artifact he obtained after slaying it's previous owner, he has come to prize it as a most effective tool for his missions. It is a thing of magic, and will, as long as he wields it, deflect incoming projectiles (that he is physically capable of deflecting, boulders and skyscrapers are a no go) even if he is not aware of them. The sword has a will of it's own, and does this on it's own accord. However, If it is not able to see the projectiles coming, with it's 360 degree vision, it can do nothing about it. It has yet to attempt to communicate verbally to Mordem, and he is completely unaware that it is anything but a fancy magical gimmick. The katana is not unbreakable, but it's pretty damn close. If it ever were to break, shit would go down, and it would not be pretty, so it should not happen. Ever.
Non-Essentials:
- Cellphone (Old Nokia)
- Cigarettes
- Lighter
- Pack of bandages
- Adrenaline shot
- Bottle of painkillers
Any relevant weaknesses: N/A
Personality:
He's good, and he knows it. In fact, he kind of hates it. Things just aren't that fun anymore. He slings a bullet, guy drops dead, the end. Why can't they ever get up again!? It gets tiresome. Winning. Victory does not smell as sweet as it used to, but then again, back then, he wasn't numero uno. Fuck that shit. Mordem is a narcissist. A pretty big one at that. It does not help that he's also pretty pessimistic, at least he's grown to be lately. Prone to fits of anger, freaking out and getting into trouble. He's tired of being better than his targets. He's tired of sneaking up on them, that stealthy kill, their last breath, not knowing he was ever there, that shit just isn't good enough for him anymore. No, he needs bigger. Better. More explosions, grander entries. Nowadays, he tends to announce his arrival. Just to let the other guy know he's coming, you know? Make things fair. Doesn't fucking help, guy drops dead, crowd cheers, he screams. Tried doing it blindfolded once, almost killed him, no satisfaction. Has to be fair. Has to be straight up. Don't see no solution. But then again, what do I know? I'm a fucking sword.
History/Backstory:
Mordem was born a Maare. A bloodline that swore their eternal allegiance to a demonic entity centuries ago. There have been many before him, and there will be many after, but he lacked something they all had. A twin. Every Maare child that had been born for as long as anyone can remember, has been born in pair. It has always been two. Two to fill out the weaknesses of their partner in combat. For that was their purpose, combat. Warfare. It was what they were bred for, what they died for. Their only purpose.
Mordem, however, did not have such purpose. He was imperfect, a black sheep. Who would fill out his imperfections? There was no second child, and to do it himself was.. improbable. So he was cast out early on, still a child. It took years before he resurfaced, a grown man. He had not given in to the fate bestowed upon him. Imperfections? He laughed at the word, for he had none as far as he could perceive. Weaknesses? All but quenched. He had spent every waking hour, every moment, to master the arts of murder, in whatever form they took. He had traveled the globe, funded by a series of bank heists he pulled in his youth, and learned as much as he could from a plethora of individuals willing to teach, as well as keeping his mind occupied with books. He developed a nasty ego early on, and it grew with his every success. He was better. Stronger, than all of his kin. This he believed. But did they? He had to show it to them, somehow. Make some noise, rattle their cages. For a lack of a better profession, he became a bounty hunter. He did not limit himself to just that, however, and often resorted to terrorism, petty crime, and attempted genocide for the heck of it. He is the universe's biggest attention whore.
Then he found me. And that's when the -real- fun began.
