Flint Harker

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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...

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Life as a Spy

It was only later on that I found out that they intended to use me as a spy. I was to be sent out to Dalros and used to infiltrate the magic users. Maybe the Dalrosions would be more amusing then my own people. I was only half right in my assumption it turned out. The Dalrosians were indeed more upbeat and easier to talk to then my fellow Levasians. They were also annoying as all get out and their primitive way of looking at things most of time made me want to throw up. Was I totally out to get them though? Not really. I made the government think I was gung-ho and all for genocide, but the reality of the situation was that if the Dalrosians were going to get in the way of my plans then so be it. I needed to be able to get into a good position where I could get at Cogg. He was always surrounded by talking heads and tight security that the only way to get close enough to him to wrap my fingers around his throat was if I got a lot of promotions. Split a few Dalrosian heads, get a few medals. This made perfect sense to me.

My first official mission to Dalros was as a fake arms merchant to Aran. Aran was a shithole, first and foremost. It was hot as hell, it stank like shit and the people there never stopped smiling. They were originally going to send a female agent instead of me but found out that the Aranians were male dominated and wouldn’t have taken her seriously. Lucky Theresia, she got to drink wine and eat cheese in Bretoon and Durem, I got to guzzle contaminated well water and look at fat girls belly dancing. The infiltration of Aran was right up my alley though. I had picked up an interesting ability to alter my appearance thanks to a few pokes with a needle when I was a kid. I think one of the main reasons they ended up sending me was the fact that I could change my skin color, my hair color and grow a cheesy mustache in about thirty seconds whenever I wanted to. Made the profession I was given a lot easier.

Anyway, Aran sucked.

The main point of getting involved with the Aranians was to set up a base of operations on Dalrosian soil before all hell broke loose on the mainland. The Sultan could have cared less about his northern neighbors and pretty much wanted to have nothing to do with them, as was the custom throughout the ages with the people of the desert. After a few sour deals in which my guys and I waved some guns around, blew some shit up and made ourselves look completely invincible the Sultan decided that we Levasians were not something to mess with. Add in the fact that I was masquerading as a long lost prince with a claim to the throne who just so happened to enjoy the idea of a modernized Aran and bingo, instantaneous alliance. We moved in a few airships away from prying eyes around the Drakulian islands to the far south and set up a few small settlements around the southern coast and a bit near the middle. This would make construction pretty easy to do and with the help of a lot of unwilling Aranians we managed to begin work on New Eden in a few months after we originally landed. The generals were pleased, Dr. Cogg was immensely happy that he could begin several dangerous projects away from the homeland and as a result I was given a pretty large promotion and a bunch of pats on the back.

The main good that came out of the Aran mission, however, was that I managed to make a lot of connections and was able to put together a decent sized network for myself. This of course was under the table and the government had no idea it even existed. I started a part time information gathering program that brought in a lot of money. God I love lining my own pockets. In my spare time away from assassinating nobles and making pretty princesses and their heirs disappear in the north I purchased property, hired lots of thugs and shady individuals and made quite a name for myself in the criminal underworld.

There were many smaller missions, all of which were just as important as the Aran one, at least to the government anyway. I think in total I was responsible for killing, let’s see here, roughly three hundred important individuals. Something like that. I might be slightly off with the numbers; then again I never was very good at counting.