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Date Posted: 17:44:59 09/13/04 Mon
by that I mean to say Drunken Pirates and Diamond Roses...
Name: Illidan (model number SGHK-077i)
Age: Approximately 3 years.
Gender: essentially male.
Height: 6 foot even.
Eye Color: optics are glowing, neon green.
Hair Color and Style: Closest thing to hair is the tangle of cords emerging from the back of the head like some sort of black ponytail.
Clothing: Head, pectoral plating, gauntlets, and leg plating are deep blue; the rest is dark gray and the cords on the head are black. On top of that Illidan occasionally adds a worn black cloak, often riddled with battle damage as a result of his not needing it for warmth.
Personality: In addition to a strong sense of self-preservation (programming such into an expensive unit like his kind is sensible and cost efficient) Illidan possesses an excellent sense of loyalty to his employers and percieved comrades-in-arms, though since the bulk of his programming involves conflict in one form or another, anything approaching social skills...well...yeah. Also, while he is capable of autonomous action, Illidan needs an owner/leader/order-giver person.
Being: Android
Occupation: Mercenary
History:
Illidan was, simply put, built to kill people and break things. Aside from some downtime for repairs periodically, he has been either planning, executing, or giving after-action reports most of his lifetime. Given his self-repair and energy-maniuplation capabilities, there have been few lengthy pauses in his career, up until the fateful night when his crew was to be sent on a suicide mission. He survived, and self-preservation directives dictated that such a situation never come up again. So, he killed his superiors and set out to find new ones.
OOC Name: Rob
E-mail Address: daishi1313@yahoo.com
Where did you hear from us?: the Bonds of Prehistoria.
Other:
http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/fanq/r/e/rebekahb3/fulgorecg.jpg.html
Props of course to the original artist, but this is the closest thing I could find to the picture I had in mind. Omit the claws and change the coloration as indicated in the profile though, and you get a good idea of what I'm seeing in me head.
Sample Post:
Hunting alone in the desert is hardly an easy undertaking.
Then again, the desert does not much care what one wants, Talik mused. Leaving meat on the last kill was not something he did lightly either, but it was a small price to pay for the chance at another meal. It was not as if he had a real choice. At least the thin layer of sand above him kept him cool under the sun's unrelenting gaze. The thin wooden snorkel, a prize possession carried with him from the swamplands, made a close-quarters ambush possible. Hopefully something would take the bate soon.
Nearly an hour later he felt the movement and heard the approach. A carrion bird. String meat, but meat nonetheless. He gave it a moment to decide that the dead animal was its alone, then took a breath to steady himself. An instant later, he pushed off with his left arm and brought his knife down into the base of the bird's neck. He licked the blood from the knife, savoring the moisture, then saw that it had not even got to the bate. A grin split his otherwise conservative features. Perhaps today would not be so bad after all.
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