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I'll be posting sometime today. :)
Yeah, I'm on ten hour shifts at work then I devote 90 minutes to the gym afterwards. Also, I have an hour drive home. I never see the sun. However, I will attempt an IC soon. Do we have a specific post order?
Roger that.
I believe it's much better to reveal history and personality while posting. Anyone can sit for an hour or two, bullshitting up how their character got a scar or how he/she became an alcoholic. Live dangerously and type up your post without premeditation. Your current emotion will translate into your post, I assure you this!
Patience is the key!
Real life is inevitable. I'm looking forward to this, so it's worth the wait.
Looks great!
Icarai will most likely be at the Unburdened headquarters or on the road. Thus, he could wind up pretty much anyplace.
This coffee is what's up. I however am not. NEED MOAR CAFFEE!
Name: Icarai Lee Buchinsky
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Burden: 45% consumed.
Faction: Voyager in league with the Unburdened.
Appearance: Icarai is a tall, slender man. His hair is jet black, combed and parted neatly to the right--and the sides are buzzed. He has hollow, charcoal eyes, which exude wrath and suffering. The face of the man is clean-shaven and a pine-scented cologne is usually lingering about him. A golden necklace dangles from his neck, resting upon his pale skin, which is revealed with an unbuttoned long-sleeve white dress shirt. Said dress shirt is tucked neatly underneath black dress slacks and black dress belt. Dark veins trickle from his jugular and spiderweb throughout his body-- a prime display of the Hailstone's might.
Pearly whites gleam when Icarai smiles; which he nearly always does. His canines are sharp, and often are intimidating. Crow's feet stretch from the corner of his sunken eyes. His cheek bones are high and set upon an angular jawline. Beneath his clothing, he is adorned with various tattoos. "Redemption" is displayed beneath his collar bone, on his taut pectorals. On the right shoulder, down the length of his bicep and tricep, stopping at the elbow, is a half-sleeve depicting a battle between angels and demons. A crescent moon over a dark forest is artistically placed on his left bicep. "LIVE" is inked across his right knuckles; it is the only visible tattoo besides: "Redemption"-- if the shirt is unbuttoned further.
Personality: Icarai is cryptic and wise. He usually is sulking in the shadows like some ancient Nosferatu, waiting to lash out with killer precision. A Mercenary, Icarai is only concerned with seeing the job through and receiving payment. Before the Hailstone's influence, he was murderous and cruel. The notch has only been turned up..
Synopsis: Icarai was a military pawn of UNO. He was a disciplined soldier and was trained intensively in subterfuge, survival (especially in aquatic terrain), and of course, murder. He was crafted over fourteen months from simple infantry to assassin. Why you ask? Simple. To eliminate SIP leadership.
Sent airborne in the cover of night, Icarai left Legus and crossed into SIP borders.. Then everything went wrong. SIP anti-air pummeled into the aircraft, but not entirely destroying it. The first pilot was killed instantly, the second was showered with shrapnel. The aircraft filled with black smoke and flame, the surviving pilot maintained course, then fell limp, placing the aircraft into a nosedive. Icarai remained calm. The mission was supposed to be too secret, but spies were active in both factions so he assumed that's how he was made.
Icarai ejected himself, and pulled his chute, as the smoldering aircraft crashed into the ocean. The wind was warm, the air sticky and humid as he glided slowly towards a lagoon on the south side of an island. He suspected he was many, many miles (not sure what increment of measure was used by DERB) from his destination. He landed softly on a golden beach, although it appeared dark grey in the moonlight. Many of his supplies were lost in the crash, besides a few survival utensils and a curved, military knife. The moonlight suddenly was blotted from the sky. Icarai lifted his sight to a colossal, glowing object rocketing past. Whispers of torment filled his mind, a buzz filled his ears, his eyes burned. Nausea and fatigue overcame him and he fell to his knees, his hands buried into the sand, and he squeezed so tight his knuckles popped. Then, everything turned to darkness.
(The remainder will be revealed in my posts.)
Strengths: Murder, subterfuge, weapons expert, no USD (he surgically removed it.)
Vices/Weaknesses: His appearance, he is near-consumed by the Hailstones. Greed, and a fear of heights (possibly from the crash.)
Equipment: A curved knife, fancy clothing, a cigarette perhaps?
Quirks: He handles his affliction quite well, it actually seems to strengthen him.
Theme Song: Check out: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4ska3C80ysk
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Burden: 45% consumed.
Faction: Voyager in league with the Unburdened.
Appearance: Icarai is a tall, slender man. His hair is jet black, combed and parted neatly to the right--and the sides are buzzed. He has hollow, charcoal eyes, which exude wrath and suffering. The face of the man is clean-shaven and a pine-scented cologne is usually lingering about him. A golden necklace dangles from his neck, resting upon his pale skin, which is revealed with an unbuttoned long-sleeve white dress shirt. Said dress shirt is tucked neatly underneath black dress slacks and black dress belt. Dark veins trickle from his jugular and spiderweb throughout his body-- a prime display of the Hailstone's might.
Pearly whites gleam when Icarai smiles; which he nearly always does. His canines are sharp, and often are intimidating. Crow's feet stretch from the corner of his sunken eyes. His cheek bones are high and set upon an angular jawline. Beneath his clothing, he is adorned with various tattoos. "Redemption" is displayed beneath his collar bone, on his taut pectorals. On the right shoulder, down the length of his bicep and tricep, stopping at the elbow, is a half-sleeve depicting a battle between angels and demons. A crescent moon over a dark forest is artistically placed on his left bicep. "LIVE" is inked across his right knuckles; it is the only visible tattoo besides: "Redemption"-- if the shirt is unbuttoned further.
Personality: Icarai is cryptic and wise. He usually is sulking in the shadows like some ancient Nosferatu, waiting to lash out with killer precision. A Mercenary, Icarai is only concerned with seeing the job through and receiving payment. Before the Hailstone's influence, he was murderous and cruel. The notch has only been turned up..
Synopsis: Icarai was a military pawn of UNO. He was a disciplined soldier and was trained intensively in subterfuge, survival (especially in aquatic terrain), and of course, murder. He was crafted over fourteen months from simple infantry to assassin. Why you ask? Simple. To eliminate SIP leadership.
Sent airborne in the cover of night, Icarai left Legus and crossed into SIP borders.. Then everything went wrong. SIP anti-air pummeled into the aircraft, but not entirely destroying it. The first pilot was killed instantly, the second was showered with shrapnel. The aircraft filled with black smoke and flame, the surviving pilot maintained course, then fell limp, placing the aircraft into a nosedive. Icarai remained calm. The mission was supposed to be too secret, but spies were active in both factions so he assumed that's how he was made.
Icarai ejected himself, and pulled his chute, as the smoldering aircraft crashed into the ocean. The wind was warm, the air sticky and humid as he glided slowly towards a lagoon on the south side of an island. He suspected he was many, many miles (not sure what increment of measure was used by DERB) from his destination. He landed softly on a golden beach, although it appeared dark grey in the moonlight. Many of his supplies were lost in the crash, besides a few survival utensils and a curved, military knife. The moonlight suddenly was blotted from the sky. Icarai lifted his sight to a colossal, glowing object rocketing past. Whispers of torment filled his mind, a buzz filled his ears, his eyes burned. Nausea and fatigue overcame him and he fell to his knees, his hands buried into the sand, and he squeezed so tight his knuckles popped. Then, everything turned to darkness.
(The remainder will be revealed in my posts.)
Strengths: Murder, subterfuge, weapons expert, no USD (he surgically removed it.)
Vices/Weaknesses: His appearance, he is near-consumed by the Hailstones. Greed, and a fear of heights (possibly from the crash.)
Equipment: A curved knife, fancy clothing, a cigarette perhaps?
Quirks: He handles his affliction quite well, it actually seems to strengthen him.
Theme Song: Check out: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4ska3C80ysk
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