Here's my Liberty Agent.
Full Name: Mike Morel
Nicknames/Aliases: Casual Mike, Rot-Breath.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Gift: Revolting Blood.
Loyalty: Liberty, Homeland Protection.
Description:
He is a pretty average individual, something not seen as a drawback in Libertian society. He stands at six feet tall weighing one hundred and sixty pounds. His is a thin frame, a naturally slender sort. His hands meet at a happy medium between strong and dextrous, his fingers long but not fragile. His face is fairly good looking, nothing worth putting on the front of a magazine but alright enough. His raven black hair is just a little bit longer than the regulatory board's stated ideal length for men's standard hair cuts. His eyes are simply black in everything but the sclera, the most visibly unusual trait about him visible outside the skin.
He dresses in the standard Libertian uniform for his post. Outside of work he wears standard Liberty civilian attire, a preference for the more monochrome selections.
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Personality:
He's just an overall friendly guy, if a little strange.
Mike is a casual fellow, taking everything in good stride. He rolls with each failure and celebrates his victories while he can before setting forward. While he is professional enough to do the work that's expected of him he takes it easy whenever feasible. He's pretty optimistic overall, though what he takes away as good in a situation can often be seen as a little strange.
He has often been accused of being a strange guy. He is veritably unflappable in almost any circumstance. His capacity for what is considered too strange is nearly fathomless. There is no scene too gory, no crime to abominable to dampen his stride. While that is not to say he is without morals he prefers to try and see all sides of an issue, reserving his judgement and attempting to act without too much bias. He prefers to talk over fighting but it seems he's been deemed more suitable for this current line of work so he goes for it all the same. He does hold a fair interest in transmission technology despite the vocation the state has chosen for him.
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Skills:
Let's start with his blood. His blood is a gruesomely horrible substance simply in how unpleasant every aspect of it is. Its color is pitch black with runny red splotches to be found mixed in. Its consistency is like that of spoiled milk, parts thin and runny while other parts are mucous. Also like spoiled milk some parts contain spongy lumps of congealed which sit in his blood stream naturally like this despite how these qualities would cause a surplus of complications in other people's bodies.
It's smell is truly frightful. It's several factors worse than the sickly sweet aroma of rotting corpses with greater clinging power than the cloying smell of a skunk's discharge. The smell of his blood can turn the stomachs of even those with the most formidable of constitutions and it has in the past incapacitated people from the sheer strength of it's stench.
Though many would not believe it so, his blood's taste is even worse than it's smell. The juice of his veins is fully toxic, unfit for consumption by basically any living creature. His blood can kill most organisms if it is utterly determined to swallow it. Not only is it deadly but for those who survive they will be tasting nothing but the revolting taste of his blood for nigh unto a year.
Lastly for his skills he's currently training in firearm use and Liberty security protocal. He's working on familiarizing himself with the tools of the job. He's got some knowledge of transmission technology and can even apply a bit of that know-how to mechanical repair. He has in the past built a radio from spare parts.
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Weaknesses:
His primary weakness is that he can only consume food that is infested with fungus. If he attempts to eat uncontaminated food his stomach will be thrown into revolt and he will soon regurgitate it. This makes his diet very particular and he's had to rely on breath fresheners to avoid workplace complaints due to the bad breath his meals create.
Aside from that he can sometimes be a bit strange which circumstantially may or may not be a bad thing.
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Brief History:
Mike's mother worked in the genetics sector down in The Bloodworks, the less official term for her subdivision. Her gift was the ability to sweat a potent contact hallucinogen. She was moving along fairly well in her career but unfortunately a couple of her co-workers snagged the recent promotion available. Unfortunately due to this her projected momentum was extended past the date where she'd exceed appropriate age for reproduction. As such there was a definite push from above for her to enter herself as available in the genetic matching algorithm.
It didn't seem all too bad at the time. The system was supposed to match her with a mate with the most optimal genetic compatibility, something she had mistakenly assumed meant they would appeal to each other as well. It was much to her severe disappointment when she met her mate.
He was a strange amorphous blob of flesh with many eyes and several sets of teeth, no humanoid shape to really speak of. He was also employed in the genetics sector under the chemical engineering division. His gift was, aside from leaving him a shifting pile of living bio-goo, the ability to manually synthesize chemicals within himself.
After a couple years and a sizable number of failed appeals Mike was born. Though his odd digestion issues offered a bit of turbulence Mike lived the life of the average Libertian child. His family were hoping to see him enter genetics like them however the aptitude test selected him for Homeland Protection instead. Alas they were still supportive. Having grown into a young man he now enters the world of Homeland Protection as a new trainee.
Other: Nothing currently.
Nicknames/Aliases: Casual Mike, Rot-Breath.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Gift: Revolting Blood.
Loyalty: Liberty, Homeland Protection.
Description:
He is a pretty average individual, something not seen as a drawback in Libertian society. He stands at six feet tall weighing one hundred and sixty pounds. His is a thin frame, a naturally slender sort. His hands meet at a happy medium between strong and dextrous, his fingers long but not fragile. His face is fairly good looking, nothing worth putting on the front of a magazine but alright enough. His raven black hair is just a little bit longer than the regulatory board's stated ideal length for men's standard hair cuts. His eyes are simply black in everything but the sclera, the most visibly unusual trait about him visible outside the skin.
He dresses in the standard Libertian uniform for his post. Outside of work he wears standard Liberty civilian attire, a preference for the more monochrome selections.
_
Personality:
He's just an overall friendly guy, if a little strange.
Mike is a casual fellow, taking everything in good stride. He rolls with each failure and celebrates his victories while he can before setting forward. While he is professional enough to do the work that's expected of him he takes it easy whenever feasible. He's pretty optimistic overall, though what he takes away as good in a situation can often be seen as a little strange.
He has often been accused of being a strange guy. He is veritably unflappable in almost any circumstance. His capacity for what is considered too strange is nearly fathomless. There is no scene too gory, no crime to abominable to dampen his stride. While that is not to say he is without morals he prefers to try and see all sides of an issue, reserving his judgement and attempting to act without too much bias. He prefers to talk over fighting but it seems he's been deemed more suitable for this current line of work so he goes for it all the same. He does hold a fair interest in transmission technology despite the vocation the state has chosen for him.
_
Skills:
Let's start with his blood. His blood is a gruesomely horrible substance simply in how unpleasant every aspect of it is. Its color is pitch black with runny red splotches to be found mixed in. Its consistency is like that of spoiled milk, parts thin and runny while other parts are mucous. Also like spoiled milk some parts contain spongy lumps of congealed which sit in his blood stream naturally like this despite how these qualities would cause a surplus of complications in other people's bodies.
It's smell is truly frightful. It's several factors worse than the sickly sweet aroma of rotting corpses with greater clinging power than the cloying smell of a skunk's discharge. The smell of his blood can turn the stomachs of even those with the most formidable of constitutions and it has in the past incapacitated people from the sheer strength of it's stench.
Though many would not believe it so, his blood's taste is even worse than it's smell. The juice of his veins is fully toxic, unfit for consumption by basically any living creature. His blood can kill most organisms if it is utterly determined to swallow it. Not only is it deadly but for those who survive they will be tasting nothing but the revolting taste of his blood for nigh unto a year.
Lastly for his skills he's currently training in firearm use and Liberty security protocal. He's working on familiarizing himself with the tools of the job. He's got some knowledge of transmission technology and can even apply a bit of that know-how to mechanical repair. He has in the past built a radio from spare parts.
_
Weaknesses:
His primary weakness is that he can only consume food that is infested with fungus. If he attempts to eat uncontaminated food his stomach will be thrown into revolt and he will soon regurgitate it. This makes his diet very particular and he's had to rely on breath fresheners to avoid workplace complaints due to the bad breath his meals create.
Aside from that he can sometimes be a bit strange which circumstantially may or may not be a bad thing.
_
Brief History:
Mike's mother worked in the genetics sector down in The Bloodworks, the less official term for her subdivision. Her gift was the ability to sweat a potent contact hallucinogen. She was moving along fairly well in her career but unfortunately a couple of her co-workers snagged the recent promotion available. Unfortunately due to this her projected momentum was extended past the date where she'd exceed appropriate age for reproduction. As such there was a definite push from above for her to enter herself as available in the genetic matching algorithm.
It didn't seem all too bad at the time. The system was supposed to match her with a mate with the most optimal genetic compatibility, something she had mistakenly assumed meant they would appeal to each other as well. It was much to her severe disappointment when she met her mate.
He was a strange amorphous blob of flesh with many eyes and several sets of teeth, no humanoid shape to really speak of. He was also employed in the genetics sector under the chemical engineering division. His gift was, aside from leaving him a shifting pile of living bio-goo, the ability to manually synthesize chemicals within himself.
After a couple years and a sizable number of failed appeals Mike was born. Though his odd digestion issues offered a bit of turbulence Mike lived the life of the average Libertian child. His family were hoping to see him enter genetics like them however the aptitude test selected him for Homeland Protection instead. Alas they were still supportive. Having grown into a young man he now enters the world of Homeland Protection as a new trainee.
Other: Nothing currently.
