Post by Miyomei on Nov 19, 2007 0:28:06 GMT -5
Name: Katze Kuroki - "K.K."
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 121 lbs.
Career: Survivalist
Affiliation: Loose affiliation with the Civil Reclamation Directorate, if only because he lives in a CRD zone.
Physical Description: His dark skin and nearly white hair would certainly make him stand out in the world of humans; now, simply being a human makes him more noticeable than ever. Having been held captive for so long can do wondrous things for your figure, as Katze had harshly learned. Being hunted for sport had caused him to gain incredible dexterity and reflexes, along with a set of lean muscles to complement his slim, near malnourished body. His initials, "KK", had been finely sliced into the left side of his neck; his master referred to all slaves by their initials and nothing else. A long, flowing white sash is tied around his head, usually to attract attention to it, rather than his branding. Form-fitting black slacks and a simple white dress shirt (with a black ribbon tie) gave this former captive a refreshed feeling, while a bright red earring in each ear provided a stark contrast to his pale blue eyes.
INT:9
REF:10
CHA:5
TEC:5
LCK:4
ATT:6
MVA:9
EMP:2
STR:6
Background Information: Katze and his only surviving family members (sister and mother) had been held as 'toys' for a high ranking Old Dominion member since he was only 18, along with several dozen other humans. They were regularly abused and forced to kill each other off for the amusement of their masters. Participation in a game that involved either being killed or killing all the other participants had become a monthly routine for Katze and the others. He had grown to be quite adept at it, until the final time he participated; his opponents were none other than his family. Katze lost himself in a blind rage, killing the only other members of his bloodline, several guards. As for his master, Katze was no match for him; the only damage he left was a small piece taken off of the black wolf's right ear. After swiping a pistol that had, no doubt, been used to ceremoniously execute several of the last of his race, he made his escape to the city slums. Living off the bare essentials had become his nature, so the slums seemed a paradise to him. He made his living doing the odd task here and there, when his psyche was up to it; the years previous had taken a toll on his mind, leaving him with the occasional hallucination or breakdown.
Equipment:
Ruger KGPF-331 Revolver (.357 mag)
Thigh holster, right leg. (worn over his pant leg)
Small travel pack, left leg (Contains a multi-purpose tool, extra ammo, and a roll of gauze)
Tantō, sheathed behind his back.
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 121 lbs.
Career: Survivalist
Affiliation: Loose affiliation with the Civil Reclamation Directorate, if only because he lives in a CRD zone.
Physical Description: His dark skin and nearly white hair would certainly make him stand out in the world of humans; now, simply being a human makes him more noticeable than ever. Having been held captive for so long can do wondrous things for your figure, as Katze had harshly learned. Being hunted for sport had caused him to gain incredible dexterity and reflexes, along with a set of lean muscles to complement his slim, near malnourished body. His initials, "KK", had been finely sliced into the left side of his neck; his master referred to all slaves by their initials and nothing else. A long, flowing white sash is tied around his head, usually to attract attention to it, rather than his branding. Form-fitting black slacks and a simple white dress shirt (with a black ribbon tie) gave this former captive a refreshed feeling, while a bright red earring in each ear provided a stark contrast to his pale blue eyes.
INT:9
REF:10
CHA:5
TEC:5
LCK:4
ATT:6
MVA:9
EMP:2
STR:6
Background Information: Katze and his only surviving family members (sister and mother) had been held as 'toys' for a high ranking Old Dominion member since he was only 18, along with several dozen other humans. They were regularly abused and forced to kill each other off for the amusement of their masters. Participation in a game that involved either being killed or killing all the other participants had become a monthly routine for Katze and the others. He had grown to be quite adept at it, until the final time he participated; his opponents were none other than his family. Katze lost himself in a blind rage, killing the only other members of his bloodline, several guards. As for his master, Katze was no match for him; the only damage he left was a small piece taken off of the black wolf's right ear. After swiping a pistol that had, no doubt, been used to ceremoniously execute several of the last of his race, he made his escape to the city slums. Living off the bare essentials had become his nature, so the slums seemed a paradise to him. He made his living doing the odd task here and there, when his psyche was up to it; the years previous had taken a toll on his mind, leaving him with the occasional hallucination or breakdown.
Equipment:
Ruger KGPF-331 Revolver (.357 mag)
Thigh holster, right leg. (worn over his pant leg)
Small travel pack, left leg (Contains a multi-purpose tool, extra ammo, and a roll of gauze)
Tantō, sheathed behind his back.