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Ark Kydd

Roleplay: "Off World"

Player: PsychicD3m0n

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned



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Synopsis
I've been feared on this planet as the man that could kill you with a look within 500 meters and the flick of a finger in 1000.


Description
Standing at a modest height of 6 ft, covering himself in garments far from the time in which the rest of the society considers normal. On his head, covering his medium length white hair, sits a wide brimmed cap adorned with a green gem set in the middle of it. While not a religious man, a cross hangs from his neck set within it is another of the green gems that seem to be contained within all of his clothing. A tattered cape flows down his back filled with holes and cuts from many battles. A pistol can always be found at his side and when prepared for full combat can be seen along with either an assault rifle or a sniper rifle strung across his back. Covering his dinged grey pants and a blue tunic are pieces of set of metal alloy that has the abilty to stop any bullet short of a missile. His eyes when seen glow with a slight green the same color as the gems.


Personality
Ark lives to maintain the balance of the life that he has become accustom to. If anyone tries to upset this balance forfeit their lives. However due to his impressive skills in the use of firearms, he is quite often sought out to preform tasks for high ranking officials. No matter what side of the law that the task required him to be on he would complete it, just so long as his employer would leave him alone when the job was finished. He has long been targeted by others like him in the hopes that they could take the title from him but none have succeeded and only one has ever gotten close and that person used to be his wife. Now with a deep distrust for women he is seeking for a way off this rock in the chance that he can restart his life in another corner of the galaxy.


Equipment / Abilities
Equipment:
Carries a 5 shot pistol at hip
Sniper rifle along back
Two ballistic knifes (one in each boot)

Abilities:
Blessed/Cursed with the Dead-Eye. He is unable to see out of it normally but given enough time to regulate his breathing he can enter a state in which time appears to slow for him and his accuracy becomes almost perfect even at the longest ranges of his gun.
A little bit of knowledge in field medicine.


History
Growing up as one of the "sewer rats", a kids gang that lived on the streets and thrived off the misfortune on the fools who walked into their territory., Ark had a tough life. Always used as the distraction, always the one injured or hurt, he never got a break...well that was until he got his hands on a gun. When his closest friend was accidentaly shot and killed while out searching for food Ark searched all over for the killer. He found the man who had done it, running through the back alleys. Following behind him Ark was able to get close enough to grab for the man however he was thrown back against the wall and the impact caused everything to go black. He couldn't see anything out of his left eye but he noticed that the gun was thrown on the ground as well not to far from Ark but the man kept running. Ark weakly reached for the gun trying to calm his breath so he wouldn't miss, closing his right eye as he had seen other people with guns do before but realized the foolishness of his actions however as soon as his right eye closed his breathing regulated and the whole world seemed to slow around him. The man appeared to be frozen in mid-stride and Ark fascinated by all this knew he couldn't give up this chance. Bracing himself he pulled the trigger not once but multiple times until all he could hear was a *Click* *Click* sound from the empty magazine. The man crumpled to his feet. 6 holes forming a perfect circle on his back dripped with blood. Ark woke up in a bed sometime later his fellow "sewer rats" surrounding him. From that day on Ark was no longer the distraction, no longer a "sewer rat", it was that day that he left them and decided that he didn't want to just prey on the weak. He spent the next 15 years training this new found ability by fighting and surviving in the manner of his own choosing. His life became harder and harder though the better he got. Eventually he has gotten sick of this world and those that inhabit it and just want to find a nice place where he can start over.


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