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Where all the CS's at?
Name: Kirvo Nadav
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kirvo is an atypical Ponte desert dweller, tall and thin with tan skin and dark hair and light brown eyes. So much so they have an orange-yellow hue to them which are slightly sunken in with dark bags due to poor sleeping habits. As a grave robber he kept his hair short and shaved, after fleeing his homeland he grew his hair out and stopped shaving. His hair is thick and curly and a little passed shoulder length often kept in a messy ponytail with a bandana covering the top of his head. His facial hair combines a goatee with a thin moustache with a few grey hairs here and there, they came in at a young age but he mostly ignores them. He prefers tight fitting clothes and carries only what he needs as not to slow him down.
Skills: Kirvo is well versed in assaying the land, spry and athletic, running for long distances, climbing, jumping and all things involved in movement are his forte. Still as clever as ever with his tongue and his fingers weather it be stealing information or coin. I combat he takes a more cautious approach, attacking whenever he has the upper-hand and using his environment to the best of his abilities.
Short Bio: Kirvo, a native of northern Rutilus, in the Ponte desert, grew up knowing little more than how to gamble and steal. Around the age of twenty Kirvo lead a group of thugs and thieves as grave robbers, exhuming graves of those buried with their riches, and breaking into tombs and crypts to steal whatever was worth money, which most of the time was everything. After several years and innumerable riches hidden away, and the rest he sold, just enough to survive, He and his gang were finally caught, and were punished severely, namely death, however Kirvo managed to escape. Having no time to reclaim his hidden away treasure he sold what little he had on him and fled the country.
He eventually found himself in Patet and settled down there for a while, he grew out his hair and stopped shaving to somewhat disguise himself, he's held a job as a scout to travelers, explorers and anyone else who requires his services, it doesn't pay as well as robbing graves but it's significantly safer. However having felt as though he's been gone for enough time, he feels Rutilus calling him back, he desperately wishes to return but now probably isn't the best time, but you know what they say, where there's will there's a way.
Misc: Hates the cold, and fears large bodies of water.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kirvo is an atypical Ponte desert dweller, tall and thin with tan skin and dark hair and light brown eyes. So much so they have an orange-yellow hue to them which are slightly sunken in with dark bags due to poor sleeping habits. As a grave robber he kept his hair short and shaved, after fleeing his homeland he grew his hair out and stopped shaving. His hair is thick and curly and a little passed shoulder length often kept in a messy ponytail with a bandana covering the top of his head. His facial hair combines a goatee with a thin moustache with a few grey hairs here and there, they came in at a young age but he mostly ignores them. He prefers tight fitting clothes and carries only what he needs as not to slow him down.
Skills: Kirvo is well versed in assaying the land, spry and athletic, running for long distances, climbing, jumping and all things involved in movement are his forte. Still as clever as ever with his tongue and his fingers weather it be stealing information or coin. I combat he takes a more cautious approach, attacking whenever he has the upper-hand and using his environment to the best of his abilities.
Short Bio: Kirvo, a native of northern Rutilus, in the Ponte desert, grew up knowing little more than how to gamble and steal. Around the age of twenty Kirvo lead a group of thugs and thieves as grave robbers, exhuming graves of those buried with their riches, and breaking into tombs and crypts to steal whatever was worth money, which most of the time was everything. After several years and innumerable riches hidden away, and the rest he sold, just enough to survive, He and his gang were finally caught, and were punished severely, namely death, however Kirvo managed to escape. Having no time to reclaim his hidden away treasure he sold what little he had on him and fled the country.
He eventually found himself in Patet and settled down there for a while, he grew out his hair and stopped shaving to somewhat disguise himself, he's held a job as a scout to travelers, explorers and anyone else who requires his services, it doesn't pay as well as robbing graves but it's significantly safer. However having felt as though he's been gone for enough time, he feels Rutilus calling him back, he desperately wishes to return but now probably isn't the best time, but you know what they say, where there's will there's a way.
Misc: Hates the cold, and fears large bodies of water.
Sweet, I'm not going to have access to a computer until tomorrow, but I can make due with my phone and most likely get a basic CS up and finish it in the morning.
Sign me up
That's what I'm kinda trying to kick start in my own weird way.
Chess bounty hunting instincts into overdrive after seeing the intel on the members of tis rebellion. Not only could he get away with a fat sack of loot to sell, but that was small time in comparison if he could convince the sheriff here to pay him, He had enough on him to start but he'd have to run back to his ship if he were to take on all of them, and as much as he hated to admit it, he'd probably need the help of Zeta squad, but he wouldn't let them know that until he needed them. After little deliberation Chess finally decided to make himself known. In an anti-climactic fashion as the sheriff spoke he unzipped half of his jump suit exposing his bullet proof vest and the tattered ends of a sleeve-less shirt he was wearing underneath it, and multitude of tattoo's he had on his arms, hands and neck. And the guns he had strapped to him and the pack full of ammo and who knows what else.
Chess hoped his reputation preceded him for a brief moment, he walked over to the sheriffs deck and put his heavily inked hands down on it. "Chess Dune, bounty hunter" He said arrogantly "I don't know if you've heard of me, but I'm sure you can look me up, I'll take care of those five fuckheads for you if you pay me, and I'll make it look so nice you're gonna think they were never here, but only if you pay me, we can come to terms on an amount I'm sure but I know I can take care of them." He paused and looked back at the members of Zeta squad "And hey maybe these fools can help me out in a small way, but you need to pay them, big business got's their paycheck." He stared into the sheriffs eyes hoping it would convince him, he wasn't bluffing any of this, he was crazy enough to go up against them, he'd even bring their heads back if it meant money.
Chess hoped his reputation preceded him for a brief moment, he walked over to the sheriffs deck and put his heavily inked hands down on it. "Chess Dune, bounty hunter" He said arrogantly "I don't know if you've heard of me, but I'm sure you can look me up, I'll take care of those five fuckheads for you if you pay me, and I'll make it look so nice you're gonna think they were never here, but only if you pay me, we can come to terms on an amount I'm sure but I know I can take care of them." He paused and looked back at the members of Zeta squad "And hey maybe these fools can help me out in a small way, but you need to pay them, big business got's their paycheck." He stared into the sheriffs eyes hoping it would convince him, he wasn't bluffing any of this, he was crazy enough to go up against them, he'd even bring their heads back if it meant money.
Unless someone posts before I get off work I'm gonna post when I get off work, most likely move Chess to where Shadow cat is, and probably start to shed that "I'm an engineer" act
I like where this is headed.
Chess stood in silent surprise for a brief moment when not one person questioned him, and one even ushered him into the group with no hesitation. He just smiled and followed along and acted like he knew what to do. Soon enough they were in the residential district of the ship, for whatever reason he wasn't expecting this, despite the graffiti and the fact that everyone was afraid to be outside in their own little simulated utopia, save for a strange little girl, it was a nice place. Then the rent-a-cops showed up, they looked pretty official at first speeding in on their cruisers, but that was blown out of the water when they were hesitant to engage a group of random people. Chess held on to his plasma cutter and duffle bag, he wasn't ready to blow his cover just yet, one officer stated there was nothing of value here, which meant that there probably was and they didn't know it or they're just bad liars.
Chess looked back at the rest of the group just in time to see the cybernerd chick run off, either she had a bad experience with the police or she was crazy. Chess got a little apprehensive at this, if there was a fire fight because of her he might not have a choice and he'd have to drop the act, but Sargent meathead and the quiet guy seemed to have things under control, but who knows being stranded on a ship for seven years might make people a little crazy.
Chess looked back at the rest of the group just in time to see the cybernerd chick run off, either she had a bad experience with the police or she was crazy. Chess got a little apprehensive at this, if there was a fire fight because of her he might not have a choice and he'd have to drop the act, but Sargent meathead and the quiet guy seemed to have things under control, but who knows being stranded on a ship for seven years might make people a little crazy.
Fraud' not.
Managed to get a post up before work though so hopefully things can progress a little easier now.
Managed to get a post up before work though so hopefully things can progress a little easier now.
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