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The black, sleek stealth helicopter, a "Puma," flew high above the burning forest, scanning for the target, trying to find the ShinRa APC by sending out regular pulses of the advanced radar systems. So far, they had been flying for about an hour, and they had found nothing. Chico and the other commandos if the Bastões Pretos, a super-elite Black Ops battalion, joked around, while they all kept out a watchful eye for the armored vehicle.

Their reverie was broken by a gout of flame, and after what seemed to be an eternity, to Chico, a missile exploded in the cockpit, killing both pilots instantly. The other soldiers panicked, and tried to jump out of the helicopter, forgetting that they were all wearing the suits that they captured from the New Caliphate, the "Ashur" armor platform.

Instead of trying to escape the helicopter, which was now in a death spiral, Chico braced himself, and grabbing a Tactical Missile Launcher from the weapons rack, he fired in the general direction of where he saw the missile come from. He didn't know if it hit or not, but he heard an explosion, so the missile definitely hit something.

Then, all the Sargent saw was asphalt, coming to greet him, quite rapidly.




Sgt. Chico Roserro of the Brasil Republique Black Ops Division, leader of the "Bastões Pretos," crawled out of the crashed helicopter, wreckage forced out of the way of the armored "Ashur" suit. With a screech of metal, the soldier tore away a wing of the helicopter, and shoved it out of his way, and stood up, looking around. It seemed that there were no survivors from his helicopter. Clenching his fists, he pulled his M256 SAW from its holster in the small of his back, and pulled back the safety bolt with a loud clack.

Whomever did this was gonna pay. Walking down the road to where he saw the APC fire from, he kept his suit scanning for anything, trying to see if there were any ShinRa agents coming to investigate the crash. At the first sign of human movement, he would open fire with his M256 SAW, bullets flying through the air, blasting through the burning trees.
Sgt. Chico Roserro

Alias: War Wolf
Age: 329 years old
Gender: Male
Occupation: Soldier in the Brazilian Black Ops Division, 'Bastões Pretos', the "Black Bats".
Demeanor: Chico is a rough-and-tumble, aggressive, jovial individual who finds joy in fighting. He is honorable, but will sacrifice honor for pragmatism.

Basic Appearance




Hair: A cropped, dark brown military cut.
Facial Hair: A most epic goatee.
Eyes: Green.
Build: Tall, broad, heavyset, muscular.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 220 lb.
Special Features: His goatee is so majestic, women immediately must concentrate so they do not swoon, out of the pure majesty. It is said that this is how he saved Sao Paulo from Voodoo Demon Ladies.

Combat Credentials

Combat Style: Capoeira, Savate, Muay Thai, Boxing, and of course, Brazilian Ju-Jitsu are all under his belt. He is a master of hand-to-hand fighting, with weapons or not.

-Knows mainly strike-based martial arts.
-Is proficient with many ranged weapons, from mounted vehicular weapons to bows and arrows, Chico can use every weapon he touches, due to his extensive combat experience.

Abilities: Chico is blessed. Born in 1771 to a single mother of varying repute, he has fought in every revolution, every war that Brazil has had. For unknown reasons (usually attributed to being born by an angel, the result of alchemy, and even being chosen by the Tupi gods to be an immortal warrior,) Chico does not age, and cannot be poisoned, or affected by disease. However, his body has no further resistance to weapons, even if he is slightly stronger than the average man.

(Tl;Dr):
- Can't age, be poisoned, or catch a disease.
- Is slightly stronger than the normal human, able to affect about 2x more weight.
- Is slightly faster (2x normal human), due to his muscles. His reactions have adapted to higher speeds after 260 years of fighting.
- His body, unfortunately, provides no resistance to damage. He can be killed with gunfire, a knife, or even falling.

Gear




Bio: Chico was born to a lady of the evening in 1771, in Sao Paulo. From a young age, he was a fighter. So, he put his natural disposition to use, and became a warrior. However, he discovered, when his mother died, that he could not age, and was immune to poison or disease. So he did what he was best at, fighting for his home, even in the current year of 2100.


- No time limit, but preferably, quick reply times.
- Victory through death, forfeit, or incapacitation.



The Burning Crown




- The Burning crown is a 10 ft. wide asphalt road (with thick, flaming underbrush for an additional 10 feet on either side of the road, before the flames get too intense for anyone [even those immune to fire will feel it as a solid wall] to pass.)

- The battle space is 500 feet long, and burning, crashed vehicles block off passage (until the opponent is defeated, at which point they will explode, allowing the victorious combatant to move along.

- There are road signs made of normal aluminium every 50 feet, mostly pertaining to road hazards, flora, and fauna. They are in any language that you desire. (Currently Portuguese.)

Athinar chuckled at the young woman's pluck. "Confident, aren't we?" The Void God sat upon the railing of the poop deck, the stern of the ship elevated above the main deck, wheel behind him. His adamant katana sheathed and on his hip, he smirked down at the girl, legs crossed.

"Once, a foolish girl walked into a forest, all alone. Her cloak wasn't the only red thing in the snow once the big bad wolf was done with her." Grinning and licking his lips, he jumped down to the maindeck, crouching as he landed, dispersing the shock of the fall.

"This isn't a forest, Little Red. But it should suffice." Falling into a sword stance, he unhooked his sheath from his belt, and held it right below the sword's guard in his left hand. His right hand grasping the katana's hilt, he pulled the blade about a centimeter from where it rested in the sheath.

Slowly approaching the woman, his eyes glowed red as he drunk in her form, following her every movement. He was on the balls of his feet, ready to rocket off in any direction. If she charged him, he would dance out of the way, dodging to the side. Anything else, he would try to dodge while remaining in his position.
Name: Athinar Khaek
Age: Since the creation of the universe.
Gender: Male
Rank: Powered, High-Powered(Basically the higher end of Powered, but not quite God-Tier,) or God-Tier (variable)

Basic Appearance


Hair: Jet Black
Facial hair: None.
Eyes: Red.
Build: Lithe, like a panther, yet not frail.
Height: 6 foot, 5 inches
Weight: 210 lb. - 8.5 tons.
Special features: Face has often been described as that of an angel, but one that hides something malevolent beneath.

Combat credentials-
Athinar, depending on the match, can choose whether to purposefully limit his abilities or not. For fun.

Combat style:
(Powered)- Something like Kenjutsu
(High-Powered)- Spellcasting/Swordfighting.
(God)- His full immortal Voidform.

Abilities:


Gear:
A single adamant katana, a physical double of the Blade.

Bio:
Athinar is the incarnation of evil in a distant world, which was destroyed by the ravages of time long ago, in a distant dimension. He was created by a Grand Creator, who set him against Sarin, the Lady of Light, with a smile and a pat on the back. He has razed towns and cities, caused nations and empires to fall, and murdered countless billions. That all said, he isn't that bad of a guy. He cares for his minions, up to the point that it infringes upon his efficiency. Can't have feelings get in the way of destruction, now can we?

Due to his being immortal, his physical form on a particular world can be killed, but between worlds, he lives in the Void, untouchable and almost infinitely powerful.
@Dedonus Anytime. :)
@Dynamo Frokane Sweet. Sending a PM so I don't clutter up the thread.
@DedonusStill rereading it all. I MUST KNOW INFORMATION.

And don't worry, Ded, I think Latin and Greek are cool. My Dad knows Ancient Greek.
Jesus christ, I leave and 5 pages pop up. Holy hell this OOC is weird. We're silent for days, and then within a few hours there are more posts than there have been for the last week.
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