Post by Sir Not Appearing on Forum on Nov 7, 2012 11:24:21 GMT -5
Flint Harker
~ Profile ~
Full name: Flintner Rodjress Harker
Aliases: Hendrix (Dalros), The Gray Man (Senron), Agent Scimitar (Aran), Douglas Quaid
Titles: Colonel, CREED special forces
Race: Human - Levasian
Age at end of campaign: Impossible to say due to cloning program
Ht: 5’10”
Wt: 230 lbs
Physical attractiveness: 9/12
Appearance: Gruff and gritty, salt and pepper hair, five o’clock shadow, muscular, no identifying features (fingerprints, tattoos, piercings, etc.)
Personality & Traits: Resourceful, Calculating, Untrustworthy, Opportunistic, Blunt, Merciless
Jobs: Gunslinger/Assassin/Tactician
Primary weapon: An endless supply of Henchmen
Secondary weapon/s: Quad-Barrel Custom Shotgun (+15)
Stats at end of campaign, unaugmented:
HP: 250
MP: -
Str: 125
Dex: 200
F. Dex: 225
Int: 210 / Mag Pwr: -
Stm: 123
Cha: 256
Luck: 15
Interesting Abilities (Due to CREED experimentation):
Advanced Shapeshifting: At will but can only transform into different male humans of similar size. While this is limited it also changes his pheromones and so alters his body odor.
Increased Life Span: His natural life span is said to be triple that of a normal human, although this is hypothetical.
Etherical Link: His spiritual signature is bound to the cloning tanks located in Aran. If his body is killed then the tanks automatically begin to produce a new body for him, copy his essence, and renew his life at an adult stage.
Flint Harker (Early Life)
There are always two sides to a coin. This means that when you flip it you have a fifty percent chance of getting the result you call while it flips around in the air. The way I look at things is that I had an option of taking the left road or right road when I hit the fork. Unfortunately one road went south and I hate the heat so I decided to take the road that led to ice and snow. Would my life have been different if I went south? There really isn’t any way to be absolutely sure, but I can tell you one thing: it would have been a lot less interesting.
Unlike most of the meat heads in the corporation I actually remember what things were like before the takeover happened back home. Sure things were cold and times were hard, hell, I couldn’t even tell you how many times we had to go hungry because papa couldn’t find anything to eat for the day. But with all the hardship came a lot of positive things like camaraderie, love through actions and trust. It’s too bad that somebody decided that things could be a lot better. It’s worse that his idea of making things better meant mining for mythril and feeding the ore to the military machine.
When I was I think maybe ten years old Dr. Cogg and his CREED army rolled over the old government and took over Levasia. Papa handed me a rifle, told me to wait in the house for him to come back and that if any traitor in a gray coat walked through the door I had to blow his head off. Papa never came back, several men in gray coats showed up and I was only able to stop the first guy through the back door. What happened to me next? I got arrested and sent through a re-education program to better serve the state.
Did the programming mess with my head much? I’m not sure really. It definitely made me see the world in a different light but I don’t really think it did what it was supposed to do. I still had my own agenda away from Cogg and his crazy ideas, although I was not unwilling to try out any of his new toys if it meant I might be able to one day get my revenge. It was for this goal, this desire to eventually end his life that I decided to sign up as a test subject for a large list of experimental procedures.
When I was a teenager and my body was mature enough to handle the rigorous strain the smiling scientists subjected me to all sorts of bizarre and appalling tests. I was injected with countless serums and toxins, I was exposed to gases and survival scenarios on a near daily basis and I was forced to kill other children who were also undergoing the same procedures in order for them to root out those that were weaker. When everything was over I was barely a human being anymore. I was able to do incredible things, painful things, but incredible nonetheless.
I think that's as far as I want to go about when I was a kid. Too many painful memories. Life gets better later on so let's just skip to that...
~ Profile ~
Full name: Flintner Rodjress Harker
Aliases: Hendrix (Dalros), The Gray Man (Senron), Agent Scimitar (Aran), Douglas Quaid
Titles: Colonel, CREED special forces
Race: Human - Levasian
Age at end of campaign: Impossible to say due to cloning program
Ht: 5’10”
Wt: 230 lbs
Physical attractiveness: 9/12
Appearance: Gruff and gritty, salt and pepper hair, five o’clock shadow, muscular, no identifying features (fingerprints, tattoos, piercings, etc.)
Personality & Traits: Resourceful, Calculating, Untrustworthy, Opportunistic, Blunt, Merciless
Jobs: Gunslinger/Assassin/Tactician
Primary weapon: An endless supply of Henchmen
Secondary weapon/s: Quad-Barrel Custom Shotgun (+15)
Stats at end of campaign, unaugmented:
HP: 250
MP: -
Str: 125
Dex: 200
F. Dex: 225
Int: 210 / Mag Pwr: -
Stm: 123
Cha: 256
Luck: 15
Interesting Abilities (Due to CREED experimentation):
Advanced Shapeshifting: At will but can only transform into different male humans of similar size. While this is limited it also changes his pheromones and so alters his body odor.
Increased Life Span: His natural life span is said to be triple that of a normal human, although this is hypothetical.
Etherical Link: His spiritual signature is bound to the cloning tanks located in Aran. If his body is killed then the tanks automatically begin to produce a new body for him, copy his essence, and renew his life at an adult stage.
Flint Harker (Early Life)
There are always two sides to a coin. This means that when you flip it you have a fifty percent chance of getting the result you call while it flips around in the air. The way I look at things is that I had an option of taking the left road or right road when I hit the fork. Unfortunately one road went south and I hate the heat so I decided to take the road that led to ice and snow. Would my life have been different if I went south? There really isn’t any way to be absolutely sure, but I can tell you one thing: it would have been a lot less interesting.
Unlike most of the meat heads in the corporation I actually remember what things were like before the takeover happened back home. Sure things were cold and times were hard, hell, I couldn’t even tell you how many times we had to go hungry because papa couldn’t find anything to eat for the day. But with all the hardship came a lot of positive things like camaraderie, love through actions and trust. It’s too bad that somebody decided that things could be a lot better. It’s worse that his idea of making things better meant mining for mythril and feeding the ore to the military machine.
When I was I think maybe ten years old Dr. Cogg and his CREED army rolled over the old government and took over Levasia. Papa handed me a rifle, told me to wait in the house for him to come back and that if any traitor in a gray coat walked through the door I had to blow his head off. Papa never came back, several men in gray coats showed up and I was only able to stop the first guy through the back door. What happened to me next? I got arrested and sent through a re-education program to better serve the state.
Did the programming mess with my head much? I’m not sure really. It definitely made me see the world in a different light but I don’t really think it did what it was supposed to do. I still had my own agenda away from Cogg and his crazy ideas, although I was not unwilling to try out any of his new toys if it meant I might be able to one day get my revenge. It was for this goal, this desire to eventually end his life that I decided to sign up as a test subject for a large list of experimental procedures.
When I was a teenager and my body was mature enough to handle the rigorous strain the smiling scientists subjected me to all sorts of bizarre and appalling tests. I was injected with countless serums and toxins, I was exposed to gases and survival scenarios on a near daily basis and I was forced to kill other children who were also undergoing the same procedures in order for them to root out those that were weaker. When everything was over I was barely a human being anymore. I was able to do incredible things, painful things, but incredible nonetheless.
I think that's as far as I want to go about when I was a kid. Too many painful memories. Life gets better later on so let's just skip to that...