Post by jacob on Oct 10, 2015 0:31:32 GMT
Test Subject 70717
NAME:Test Subject 70717
AGE:19
GENDER:Male
SEXUAL ALIGNMENT:straight
INFECTED STATUS: Unaware but was an experiment due to serial number on shoulders
ALIGNMENT:Against the base
PERSONALITY: untalkative, likes being left alone. Sneaky and strong. Hurts people who continuously talk and jeer at him. Content towards people who suspect him. Uses shadows excessively to hide and strike enemies. Hates people who brag. The rest is a mystery
LOOKS: Slim,Sturdy build Color: Black;Hair: Long stiff black thick hairs that droop down his back; Legs:Knee-High Combat Boots, Black Jeans w/ gun holsters that holds .9mm pistol; Chest: Black, skin tight shirt that was made to deflect bullets; Arms: Left: arm guard(electrified) hand having claw like finger tips(ditto on other)Right: blade launcher fashioned out of ballistic knives that doubles as a grappling hook. scarred shoulder from failed escape attempt; Outer Wear/ Accessories: Sun glasses, Leather trench coat with hood attachment; Body: Black skin tight body glove
HISTORY: Years before the plague took place, a clone laboratory showed the army the effects of using genetically altered human in combat zones too dangerous for even top foot soldiers. The offer of 1.5 million for a squadron was denied as cloning was against the law and the army didn't want anyone to think they could play god. The Mixer as it was called was under threat of bankruptcy until a dark general funded 2 billion towards project white cat. The scientist work a full decade to create Jacob the first test subject. At the age of ten he was made into a war machine. Soon one day the facility was put on lock down. Jacob was forced into a cryo-chamber and never woke up until the power failed.
OTHER: Carries an experimental prototype plasma sword(golden yellow), can move at up to 70 mph due to splicing of cheetah DNA
RELATIONSHIPS: Forerunners to final version(all diseased)
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: klaxon alarms going off, "Huh?"Slides the acrylic plate to exit cryo tube, "Dr Carol? Dr Benny? Commander James? 70717 Reporting"clattering sounds in office areas "Doctor?" ,why is the power out? are we being attacked? The lab office's
cubicles surround you like a maze but you memory and night vision aid you. I passed a monitor. I walked back to it and slam your arm guard against the power cord to jump start it, Aegis Systems an annex of-.The very of the message was illegible as you notice a slash of thick dried blood clot on the covered part. What? I've been asleep for 10 years?, you thought to yourself. louder clattering, you quickly grabed the .9mm hidden under the table and ran.
OOC
ALIAS: Jacob
FORM OF CONTACT: Text me at 205-757-8147 or email cryosemaj@gmail.com
OTHER: n/a
