Post by Nathaniel S. Landis on Apr 20, 2012 0:20:15 GMT -5
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Landis,
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Bartholomew
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Black, Rusted, Mechanical Face. Dark soulless lenses, in which to see.
Where as the Eyes are the windows to the soul, his are windows into the mind of a War Veteran under the regime of a once great empire. Where most beings have visible features he does not. He is the scientific combination of man and clock-work machine, surviving 115 years in finely tuned harmony.
Where the face shows no expression , the very lines of rust and decay upon his metal shell shows the dignity and restlessness of a being tortured by the eras of time and countless hunts.
Hard mechanical hands whir under aged leather gloves hiding, on the right arm, a small tesla coil generator connected to his exposed hand. This all while another compartment on the left houses two ten inch diamond composite blades for close combat.
Medium build, somewhat defined, but is hard to make out man versus machine
6' 2"
Hard Mechanical Attacks, almost inhuman capabilities when it comes to strength and endurance.
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Landis, Nathaniel Samonte
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sweet 115
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Male
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born a, Human Born Hunter
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NATHANIEL is, 6 Feet 2 Inches tall.
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Germany
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Straight
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weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
A Small Tesla Device on my Right Wrist; A World War Two German Officer's Side Arm; Two Ten inch Diamond Composite Blades; Universal Language Translator; A Steel Clain-link Whip
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An Old Officer's Uniform and Metals from his time in the War
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A Converted Steam Locomotive
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Neutral
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Neutral
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Classic Works of Fiction
, New Forms of Combat
, The Nature of other Races
, The Night
, Science
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Humans
, Animals
, Ignorance
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Spiders
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Machinery
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In a time at which war raged amongst the world, I was one of the best. I can remember the day he walked into the operation room. I, a young soldier shot straight to hell from a stray mortar, and he one of the greatest minds of the country. After the operations I was the perfect machine. Bullets flew from my body like the flies that plagued my enemies, the fear that overwhelmed the many fell short on my sculpted features, and the efficiency of a single infantry unit during the entirety of the war was a single battle on my part. I lived to serve the man who breathed new life into me, and on the day his empire fell….my gears grinded. Even though a century has passed I still live by his teachings, and kill by his methods.
In the present, I was nothing but an old war relic from a time in which my presence was the very essence of fear. I’m still the best at what I do, there is no changing that, but as the times changed, so did I. After the war I left the country I had called home in order to escape persecution and invaded another. I lay low, not being able to see the light of day, not being able to eat when the food was plentiful and fresh, I had become something that was a disgrace. Until I obtained an offer, one man, one kill, one chance to get my gears turning. I finished the assignment so quickly, so efficiently that the man who hired me fled the country in fear, but not before he told of me. It was short time before more offers came in, before I became a poster child of fear, the best around.
I had also become more educated. Reading the classic works of fiction that plagued a once great empire and coming to fully understand their views on politics and the technology that kept me as I am. I gained new knowledge of the methods of perfect warfare, and developed a few of my own. I enhanced my skills to such a degree that I could inspire the worst in an individual. In this time I am lost, but I am also a force to be.
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