- Used to interface with his Power armor and has a few other nifty features such as his Omni tool, a connection to his vitals, and a power source. Is made of these tough yet flexible metal plates that allow for a full range of motion without hindrance, and almost invisible while being underneath a thick shirt/jacket.

Galactic Credits - 10 thousand credits in digital form given by the former Rau've warden.

Arc lighter- An old arc lighter that seems to be used to be far beyond its year. Yet it still has used in it, as it seems very well maintained.

A passive spell that makes Tarak unique. He has a thin layer of magic constantly surrounding him, this layer of magic is quite unique as it gives him a strange resilience to magic. May it be because of the nature of High magic, or may it be the presence of magic, but anything he wears around his body will be covered in this thin area of warding magic that lessens the impact of magic on him.

Mind magic is slightly less effective, offensive magic is slightly dampened, and healing magic is less potent. Yes, this is two-way magic, both helpful spells and harmful spells are less effective. The effectiveness of the spells are reduced to the point where they are only 80% as effective against him. This does not include illusions cast onto the world like holograms, alterations of physical objects to attack him, and the high magic healing cancelation damage.

This does include all magics that are affecting his physical being specifically, so gravity manipulation of the area still includes him and will be dampened, and him stepping through a portal will cut around 1/5 of its time away from it's time it can be up, if there is one.

High Energy Coating (High)- Tarak is able to coat any object he is holding with High magic energy. This gives it the properties of plasma as well as the ability to stop magical healing. When used on his hands the plasma will act as a barrier and allow his hands to act like Plasma bladed weapons and can be used to block and deflect Plasma-based attacks.

Supernal Vision (High)- Tarak is able to see magic when Supernal Vision is activated. It can identify the school it is from based on the aura produced from the spell or magic and based on the size or density of the aura it can help to determine the power of a spell.

Magitech Creation (HIgh)- Tarak has learned how to create and power Magitech. He doesn't use it in much of his gear, the only real thing is that he uses it for is to have his repair magic on his gear in case it is damaged.

Lapse in Judgment (Mind)- This spell takes advantage of the brain's natural inability to process all the little details around them without overworking itself and burning out. Instead of making Tarak invisible it instead makes his movements difficult to perceive since the brain doesn't recognize him as relevant information, thus making it appear as if they never noticed Tarak. In a fight, this is also effective as it will appear as if they just zoned out until the very moment Tarak is to strike.

Repair (Change)- Tarak restores an object to its original state 24 hours ago. The more deteriorated or damaged the object is the higher the cost of repair. Tarak needs to have contact to repair the object. The size he can repair is up to a car, however, this can possibly drain him mattering on the damage done to it.

The Luck of the Devil:

Description: No matter what might be said about Tarak and the misfortune he has been sent through, one thing has always been known, he has the Devil's own luck. May it be that he has stolen it for himself, or he was just born to be lucky, one thing is for certain, if the odds aren't in his favor, he can always pull through, as long as there is still just a singular chance.

A Born Leader:

Description: Tarak has a natural affinity to inspire and lead, his skills are ingrained into him as he has a soul to comfort and a will that can spur people to follow. His skills can lead people to do what must be done, and allow them to feel confident even in their most trying time.

Wisdom of the Wolf:

Description: Tarak's insight and instincts are beyond that of a normal person's. He is able to read deeper into most things as his intuition is that of a seasoned detective. His deductions skills were fostered from his years as a bounty hunter and mercenary and then honed down when dealing with the many different children and people while being used by the Ascendancy. Yet his skills weren't just deduction it also is supernatural hunting instinct. His thoughts on their movement, how they'd react, and even where they are almost seem like he can read their mind. Yet this comes from years of experience from life or death experiences where a wrong move might mean he misses his mark, or worst, he becomes the prey.

Determination:

Description: Through all hardship, Tarak has never lost his will and drive. He has resistance to all forms of physical and mental attempts to 'break' or control him. While his spirit and body are strong, through years of having mind magic used on him, Tarak has gained a greater resistance to mind magic entering and doing as it pleases.

Master of Movie Fighting: Gunkata

Description: A form of firearm and martial arts combat that focuses on close-range gunfighting with a mixture of martial arts grapples and strikes for effectiveness in most forms of close to mid-range gun-fights.

Golden Body

Description: Tarak's body is literally at the peak of what it can be, living a life that is more difficult than any other, his body is a testament to his life. It's not one made for vanity nor showy, his body is a slab of muscle that has done everything he needs it to do and the scars prove as such. He is at his peak and will stay here for a very long time, he doesn't tire easily, is very strong, and has fantastic dexterity and agility. However, he has something very peculiar about his body, he is able to regenerate beyond normal means making mere stabs and bullet wounds will heal after a few moments, and the body will quickly stabilize things like missing organs and limbs rather than them being immediately lethal, however, he can have only one thing being stabilized at a time. A thought can be had it might be attached to the spinal Cybernetics upon his back that he dislikes people touching.

- Armor: Standard issue body armor.
- Twin energy swords: Two plasma blades that can be turned on and off. Light and easy to carry around, if not having a strange balance of weigh when wielded.
- Pictures of family and friends. Believe it or not, he has a Rau've friend.
- A diary containing all of his experiences.
- Credits: A few thousand worth of money given by the Rau've, in addition to 20 million galactic credits derived from Ashton and Flame's playing of the stock market.
- Plasma pistol: Definitely only for self defense.

Breach Portal (Timespace): Finbarr is able to open either two small portals (large enough for someone to put their hand inside), or one person sized portal at any given time. These portals can either lead to visible locations within 100 meters, or to a place that Finbarr is very familiar with. The exception to these principles is that if Finbarr detects that someone he is 'connected' to is in danger via Retrocognition, he will be able to project a breach to their location, even if he is not familiar with it.

Energy Blast (World): Finbarr is capable of projecting beams of energy from his hands, which are powerful enough to hit with the strength of a heavy laser.

Spacetime Lockdown (Timespace): Encapsulates up an entity in a cuttable dimensional pocket space via a beam of energy for 5 seconds. While inside, captured entities are unable to interact with the rest of the universe and vice versa.

Retrocognition (Timespace): Finbarr has a chance of being able to sense when someone he is connected to is in mortal danger. This connection refers to friendship, romance, or familial ties.

Shapeshifting (Change): Finbarr is able to turn to any kind of animal, though this requires practice for each type. Currently, he can be a cat, a lizard, and rat. In addition, he is also able to alter his human appearance to a limited degree. Usually, he uses shapeshifting to hide his true age.

Chronoshift (Timespace): Finbarr is able to shift back into any point he was in within the 10 seconds before casting, reversing injuries that were sustained prior to Chronoshift being used while retaining all memory of what has transpired. Chronoshift is usable in between cooldowns of 2 minutes each.

Master Swordsman: Finbarr was trained as a master duelist, taking advantage of his small, nimble frame and Timespace Magic to be one of the most dangerous sword wielders amongst the Star Marines. While most individuals that still dare use melee weapons in such an advanced age would be gunned down long before they got close to their targets, Finbarr would not, what with his ability to cross engagement distances in the blink of an eye. As such, he is excellent when dueling with singular foes, though even he has limits, namely the fact that once he portals to a location, his exit point could be intercepted. In addition, he cannot endure damage as much as the likes of Tarak or Narvia; Finbarr is more well suited for settling fights quickly.

Deceptive Acting: For Finbarr, speaking lies are as easy as breathing, and pretending to be someone else is, apparently, part of his baggage. Long skilled in theatrics, he couples this with his Shapeshifting Magic, making him a good pick for infiltrations and undercover missions. Not even lie detection machines could find fault in him; telepathic magic would be required to sniff out his true intentions.

Gemini Link (Underworld)



Magitech Creation (HIgh) Samuel can create Magitech and can power existing Magitech.

Terrakinesis (World) The control and formation of earth, stone, and dust.

Electromagnetism (World) The control over electromagnetic forces, such as electricity, magnetic forces, etc.

Light Lance (High) A large lance made of bright white energy that spans about 7 feet in length and a foot in diameter at the largest part and goes down to a small point at the end. It hits as hard as a powerful laser that burns the target and makes it where magical entities are unable to heal from it.

Boogie Woogie (Underworld) Samuel can use Boogie Woogie to trade places with Iris. Having the orientation that was had by the other person (If Samuel was facing north and Iris was facing south they would switch positions to where Samuel was facing south and Iris was facing north).

The range is about 1000 feet.

They trade spots yet are doing the same action they were doing before the switch. So if Samuel was shooting, he would teleport to Iris' spot still shooting, and Vis verse shall happen to Iris.

Combat Intuition:

Description: Samuel has an extreme understanding of the flow of battle, how enemies will react to his actions, and how to properly position himself and use his abilities for maximum effect.

Indominable Soul:

Description: Samuel has a heart made of steel, he has resolved his heart against all pain, all hardship, and everything before him to find his way to his goals. Increases resistance to all Mind Magic, greatly increases the effort needed to be mentally and physically be stopped and broken.

Weapon of the Weak:

Description: Samuel was born sickly and weak, he was not physically gifted, yet he had an aptitude for studies. He was not a super genius, but he worked his intelligence and learned as much as he could, forming a blade of wit and smarts.

Voice: Marit Børresen
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 67 kg

Floke's blade- A blade made from his brother containing Sonic manipulation. It lets Abaddon vibrate the blade allowing it to cut nearly anything. It allows him to send out sonic blades that essentially do the same thing but cost more mana.

2 Sonic Hammers with pulse jets- pulse jets on the back to give extra impact

A large number of digital credits

A good amount of perfected electrum ingots(Just in case of Inflation or if he wants to have something commissioned)

Clothing specifically made for his body to make him look nice for more formal events

A large digital library containing most information.

Pictures of each crew he has been on

50lbs of Kaisoken dust on Natasha's ship. About another 100lbs at a private vault on a water planet

Fremont was born with his brother Floke. They were born larger than the normal Kaisoken around 17ft for Fremont and 19ft for Floke. In their first century, the twins had spent time developing themselves as they learned the ways of their people. Fremont had found great joy in exploring his environment even with the very little instruments he had at his disposal. Although, it wouldn't be long until he felt trapped by his own body. He felt it was like a restraint the universe had given his people to make sure they wouldn't dominate every galaxy in a decades time.

He distracted himself with hunting local Fauna, setting traps for these stupid creatures to fall into. His brother, Floke, would often try to persuade Fremont from this "unique" pass time. Fremont always laughed it off saying he was simply developing his mental acuity. Eventually, the traps had become boring to him and he started to use his magic to slaughter all sorts of games across the land. He moved away from hunting prey entirely and started to hunt large predators smashing himself into the to break them into pieces. All this fighting was exhilarating to him. The sound of the bones crunching and flesh shearing off brought joy to him.

The elders forbid Fremont from hunting, nagging that it wasn't very healthy for the ecosystem. One esteemed and wise elder recommended pebble counting at the shore, saying it would help him find meaning in life. After 7,000 long years, Fremont can say his favorite beach has 35 689 854 pebbles on it. I counted twice to make sure. When a crab took one it made Fremont unreasonably angry to the point he tore each leg a claw off to replace the pebble. Fremont now realizes his purpose is to hunt. Elder King was right after all.

One day though as he was resting at his home, a Rau've came and broke his Aunt to pieces. It was simple and efficient. Many Kaisoken went to hide and wait it out. But Fremont couldn't help but watch the beauty of it. The hunter was nimble and quick. He moved himself with such control and deftness, he could strike fear into him. It was truly beautiful how with these simple appendages even a weaker creature such as a Rau've could overcome his race. He basked in these moments as he watched his favorite Aunt get shattered. The hunter made his way to Fremont, Fremont blasted himself at the hunter. He could use magic but it was more thrilling to play cat and mouse with this hunter. Soon, the Hunter tired, and Fremont crushed him into a red paste. He was thanked by his people for defending them from the hunter and swiftly avenging his aunt. He had never been praised for his violence and it filled him with an odd sense of pride having his talents recognized by so many.

Soon, after the fight with the Hunter, Fremont went through some odd change. He sprouted little crystal nubs from his sides and bottom. At first, Fremont hid himself thinking he had some kind of disease and he should self-Isolate to keep his people safe. His midsection slimmed out as the nubs grew more and more prominent with each passing weak. After a year, he had fully transformed. He had shrunk to 14ft and had grown arms and legs. He could move them like they were his own limbs. He felt faster, more powerful. He went on a rampage murdering miles of land in his exploration of his newfound self. As he returned home, he was met with mixed feelings. Most held some kind of curiosity but some of the older generations held fear for this new form. Quickly, they gave Fremont a position as Warrior of his home. He was meant to protect from all invaders and give all he had for this singular purpose. The elder's words were honeyed enough to intoxicate Fremont. He agreed to this lifetime position without thought.

Later, Fremont had realized this was a clever ploy by his elders to keep him chained down. He could resign from the position or leave if he so pleased but that would be cowardice in his eyes. No, he must serve but in a way still suitable to his desires. Fremont had started to keep the gear and weapons, becoming familiar with there weaponry. Even using some of them if he could to laugh at there dismay. This continued for 400 years until he needed a new thrill. He had wished to start sparring with his fellow Kaisoken. However, his wish was never met. His own people had started to fear him, with the young Kaisoken whispering that the elders consider him to be defective. He held felt hurt beyond words. He had served his entire life to his people, soaking his hands with the blood of thousands in his wake. And they dare call him defected. It was the old Kaisoken who were defected for never trying to improve. However, he did not have time to think through his emotions as a horde of humans were coming, probably in search of the scouts they sent out. As he looked at the numbers, Fremont dreaded the next fight. They brought much more than humans usually do. Even Fremont knew he wasn't invulnerable. He ran to the elders, pleading with them to flee, that the enemy is too great even for him. The elders were quick to flee but left one final order for Fremont and that was to cover there escape. He knew what this order was. They were finally going to rid themselves of this cancer known as Fremont. Fremont wanted to say that he would die but he couldn't, as his pride was too great. With the belief that he was going to die for people who feared him, Fremont headed to the battlefield alone.

The ensuing fight was surreal as he tried to defend his home one final time. Just once more and he could die with honor. He thought about his life that maybe he was wired differently than others. He found joy in exploring and manipulating his surroundings. He loved the things he found, becoming attached to his material possessions, something his people have always shunned him for. Even after all the hunting he even started to love the animals, sometimes helping them if he had the time. He didn't always agree with the other Kaisokens' way of life but he loved them anyway even if they didn't love him. In the twilight of his final moments, he had wished that he could have said goodbye to his brother. Floke never spoke badly about him and even tried to understand him.

As the light of life was about to go out, a sonic blade from behind him, slashing the tank that was about to obliterate his core. He looked behind him to see his brother, just standing behind him. He had never seen Floke fight. In fact, he knew Floke despised fighting being squeamish at even an animal dying in front of him but here he is. Reinvigorated, Fremont let out a battle cry declaring his future victory. It wasn't long until the brothers wiped out the enemy in a storm of carnage. Fremont was exhausted, covered in enough blood to paint his as red as a ruby. He looked toward his brother, saying "We did it!" as she felt himself be cut at his thinner midsection. He fell to see what had happened and came to the heartbreaking conclusion that his brother had sliced him in half. Floke left Fremont with a final message, "there is no place for a monster in our world." Those words pierced Fremont's soul, leaving him gasping in a pain greater than being slashed. His only brother, the only one he truly wanted to keep safe had betrayed him. As he grieved waiting to die something spoke to his mind. Live, survive, kill. He went into a rage spouting that he is the superior member of his species. Screaming that when he lives he would cull his weak race until only those like him were left. The last thing he screamed was "Adapt or Die!" With this Fremont's vision went to black.

200 years passed by the time he had opened his eyes again. A layer of sediment and dense undergrowth had grown on top of him. As he rose he tore through the brush and roots. Realizing he was half his previous height, around 7 ft. he had regrown his limbs and seemed to have grown an additional appendage in the shape of a head. He looked up at the sky and laughed as now he looks even more like a monster. The laugh turned sinister as he thought "good…" Fremont looked through the foliage as he found 2 sonic hammers from centuries past. He lifted them and checked if they worked. They did, the only thing left to do was to check there durability. He went to where he had risen and grabbed the other half of his body. He looked at it and chuckled as he smashed it to bits. As he finished, he let out a loud "Let the culling begin!"

He searched about 4 decades for his people, never losing that burning rage he had gained from this betrayal 200 years ago. When he found them he waited for night. He went home to home asking will they change or will they die. Most screamed and attacked him. For about a week he culled his people. The rage kept burning as he kept slaughtering. There was little thrill in it anymore. Even killing his brother did little to calm him. By the time he was done his rage calmed and hardened into resolve. He would teach his race that their days of calm were over and that the time for change was upon them. As he stood there some human hunters came to him. They looked terrified as they didn't even know if he was Kaisoken. Fremont looked toward then an extended a hand to there obvious leader, "Hello there, I'm…" he thought for a while as he had killed Fremont in his head. He rose his hand to where his supposed mouth would be and said "I know! I'm Abaddon" as he extended his hand toward him again. The man shakes it cautiously, asking if Abaddon was the one who did this. Abaddon just nodded as someone in the group called him a sick fuck. The leader on the other hand smiled and said we could need someone like you. Abaddon and agreed to go with them. He helped them move the dust onto the cargo ship. Abaddon had one request though. He wanted to keep his brother. Abaddon in the coming decades turned his brother into a large sword, it seemed to keep his sonic blade magic on it. Abaddon loved this blade as it reminded him of his brother's screams as he killed his child and wife.

He went out from crew to crew mostly messing around, sending messages that the next culling will be In 100 years, giving them time to change. If they didn't, well we all know what would happen. Only half a year until the next culling. He collected weapons and a large number of credits usually giving them to charity. He supported many nature preservation sights and gave relief aide to many people during the war. He genuinely enjoys interacting with humans, seeing how far they are willing to go to become stronger.

He met Natasha randomly and was instantly pulled in by her personality. He asked to join on the spot. Ever since then he has been serving as one of her electric technicians.

Scalpel- A long high-frequency knife that is reinforced by a powerful alternating current and resonating at extremely high vibration frequencies. This oscillation weakens the molecular bonds of anything it cuts, thereby increasing its cutting ability.

Modified Coil gun- A coil gun pistol that had been modified by his husband to increase the power output, with a suppressor and a modified mode to fire at full auto.

Doctor's Longcoat - A long, Black, doctor's coat, which is made up of meta-materials which can withstand most environmental hazards, including radiation, and withstand lasers, plasma, and coilgun shots. It has the additional feature to absorb energy and slowly disperse it into the air around the coat. Also, is easily cleaned with a bit of soap and water, and dries after a little bit, faster if the coat absorbed energy.

Doctor's Bestfriend- A helmet made with EMP-proofed fiber-optics and nanomachines which allow constant diagnosis of life signs, external and internal stress, and other diagnostics. It also has an Advanced H.U.D containing: night vision, his ammunition counter, and a direct connection to his Omni-tool.

Medical Omni-Tool - This does everything that a normal Omni-tool does, however has a few extra features. Like an EKG, a defibrillator, a neroscanner, a portable X-ray, and a syringe injector all attached to the omni tool.

Medical Bag- a Black Satchel that carries all of his supplies, ranging from normal first aid tools, to a portable surgery table, all in case he needs to save a life within a moment's notice.

Surgery Tools- All his medical tools needed for surgeries.

Biofoam- A blue liquid kept in a small vial. When introduced to air it will become this white foam that holds nanomachines and sealing foam that makes sure that the wound doesn't bleed more. These can be put into the omni tool to be applied.

Adrenalin Shots- A small vial filled with this whitish liquid. It is used to resuscitate someone and give them a little kick to get back into gear.

Antidotes- He has many different antidotes he has made that he can put into his omni tool and fire it our up to 30 feet away.

Poisons- He has many different poisons he has made that he can put into his omni tool and fire it our up to 30 feet away.

Toxins- He has many different toxins he has made that he can put into his omni tool and fire it our up to 30 feet away.

Surgical Table- A collapsible table that can shrink down to the size of a large book.

Toxicology Tools- A kit that has all the tools he needs to test and identify properties of plants and materials.

A sizable amount of credits from his work as a doctor and as a Military Field officer.

A Wedding ring, a wedding ring that seems to be worn, yet seems to be taken cared of.

A few bars of Perfect Electrum he had 'found' in the Ascendancy's treasury.

Born on a slum planet, Millard was born with no name. Given to an orphanage, he was brought up in a less than healthy environment. He had made a few friends there, yet he wished to leave this hell hole. With pirates and raiders constantly attacking places around him and even got him caught up in some of their terrible choices, Millard wanted nothing more than to leave and find a good life. Well with his great intelligence he had figured out a way to join the military at 16 and start a new life.

When he joined the military he had taken up the option to have his schooling paid for him as he was going to college and signed onto a 20-year service program. Sure Millard knew he was selling his life away to the Ascendancy, however, that was better than being in a slum for his whole life and dying in some shit-stained alleyway. So he spent his first 4 years going through school as he had to spend every weekend at a training facility, constantly testing and working to make sure he was in good enough shape for any time they need to call people in for a war. However, during these first 4 years, he met someone with who he felt a deep connection, a bright smiling man who wanted to help others, Kerry. He was a man who helped Millard find what he wanted to do and even helped Millard get over some of the PTSD that he had during his earlier years of life.

So after the first 4 years of college Millard wanted to then go to medical school, while Kerry wanted to go to an advanced tech school for weapons creations, as Kerry wanted to be a Research and Development member, while Millard wanted to be a Doctor. Firstly, as a doctor, you get paid a bunch of money, while it also allowed him to help many people very few ever could. So with this, they left each other, closer than they thought they would be, yet still to pursue dreams they had.

During these years, Kerry and Millard stayed in touch, not only as they were military buddies, but because they felt a deep bond. So Millard spent the next 10 years, Millard went on to become a Fully licensed doctor, while Kerry went and started producing many new advancements in technology and research into the idea of magic. Yet the most important part of their lives was the connection that they had deepened to a point of love. As they got married and lived together as they both still lived out their dreams. However, their lives were changed when the military made good on their promise and called them both in for service.

Because of their status as being both enlisted and from the outer rim worlds, they were both put into combat roles. Kerry as a small arms repairman, and Millard as a field medic. Soon they were put to training, learning what jobs they are to do, and what skills they need to learn. However, they learned quickly that the war they are fighting isn't a simple war, it is a war for Humanity's existence. Millard was a remarkable close range combat expert, and thankfully he was as he found himself in a million different close-range fights with creatures of all races. Yet his little knife never did him enough, so he always talked to Kerry and saw if he could ever get an 'upgrade'. And like a wonderful husband he provided and gave Millard the edge he needed over any being, may it be Rau've, Kaisoken, or even Tayanen. He was always there fighting to save others in the line of danger while bringing those he can back from the clutches of death.

Yet one day, he noticed something that made his heart sunk, he saw Kerry on the frontline, fighting the aliens while accompanied by an armed carrier with explosives. Sadly that was the last time he ever saw Kenny as it was said he was killed in a blast that was supposed to take out a high-value target on the planet. This made Millard furious, he knew Kenny was not a man to just die like that, yet what could he say? He just promoted to Field Officer and still had no power, as every other officer was from one of the inner rings, he had no way of fighting back without being demoted or even sent off to die like Kenny. So he just soldiered on, biding his time.

At the end of the war, he was sent back to an inner ring homeworld as he was put into a civilian aid role, as they are now using his skill as a surgeon to good use. As there was our break of these strange Rau've spores that grow out of people and many doctors had been unable to take them out. As when magic was even used on them they grew larger and started slightly sprouting. So they used Millard as a scapegoat to see if it is possible to remove these. As he proved with the absolute deftness of his hands, and his determination to do so, he was able to start to stop this outbreak before it got too bad. Giving both the Ascendancy a good image, while also allowing Millard to be honorably Discharged. As soon once his 20-year contract with the government was up he was discharged from service reaching a nice and respectable rank.

He spends a few months as a Doctor as he helped those who had been affected by the war. He felt a little empty really, yet he held a smile, knowing Kerry was smiling down onto him as he worked. Yet when he heard of this resistance against the Ascendancy something in his heart strung, and it felt like someone was telling him to go and take this lonely rage out on this terrible government. A government that killed his lover, a government that had sent children to war, and a government that had caused a war that nearly caused a pandemic, all for power. So Millard faked his death and took up his old war gear, the few things he had left that Kerry had ever given him.

The Hands of God:

Description: Millard's skill as a doctor is second to none. His hands-on and off of the battlefield has saved the lives of thousands, his understanding all that is living and that can afflict the body is second to none. May it be foreign, alien, or even magical, Millard has proven time and time again his hands can heal anything, even the body of alien species.

The Blade of Lucifer:

Description: As the hands of god gives life, the blade of his creation can take it away. Millard has practiced very extensively in close range combat, as his knife skills are among the best. His knowledge of any physical body he looks at, plus his deft hands makes his knife work lethal enough to be a threat to anyone or thing.

The Body of a Soldier:

Description: Millard has been a soldier for 20 years, he has been in his best physical shape he could have been in his entire life. Even with the abuse of drugs, alcohol, and physical toil, he can still keep up with the younger generation, he just might take it a bit slower.

The Witch Doctor:

Description: Millard has spent quite a few years studying toxins and poisons of all kinds, knowing what to look for and how to stop them. Yet with years of making antidotes, it was only a matter of want to create such weapons yourself. Millard is a Toxicologist and is able to create Poisons and Toxins that can afflict any creature, and the antidotes to cure them.

Warrior's Wit:

Description: From Millard's years of training as a soldier, he has been taught how to fight in any scenario, from guns, to melee, to having nothing but your boot strings and the handcuffs you just got out of, he can fight with the best of them.