Post by atrax on Aug 11, 2011 16:48:53 GMT -5
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Mcconaughey
Matthew[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Down with the Sickness
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General Atrax is a tall man, standing in at six foot and ten inches, weight a good two hundred and sixty eight pounds of which every ounce is muscled. From constant excersise, the man is at peak performance, able to out match every human being he as ever encountered in speed, agility, and strength. With peircing steel grey eyes, and extensive tattoos covering his body, he is a sight to behold, and commands the presence of anybody who happens to be around him. His one and only goal in life is the complete and utter destruction off all things that are supernatural.
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Metaculius, Atrax Abendigo
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sweet 50
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Male
Mrace[/color]:;[/b][/size]
born a, Hunter
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
ATRAX is, Six feet and ten inchestall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Fort McCoy, Wisconsin
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Straight
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
MARRIED? N
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Although he has the entire American military behind him, he carries two Colt 1911 pistols, on his right hip in a drop holster that holds two magazines, and the other in the small of his back. He also carries a old style war hatchet, strapped to his left side at his belt that he keeps razor sharp to fight with up close and personal.He also keeps a silver bootknife stashed in his right boot.
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He usually dresses in military garb. Camo cargo pants with a drop holster upon his right leg. A black long sleeve shirt with a camo long sleeve shirt over that. He does not wear a hat unless he is in a formal setting.
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Although Atrax can get any military vehicle to fly in, he has his own personal helicopter the uses to fly him from place to place. He also has a personal jet that usually stays on the air strip near his secret base in Colorado unless he is using it.
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He occassionally carries other weaponry as well, depending on his situation. Some times a tranquilizer gun, loaded with thorazine darts, or a shotgun if he is going into a close quarters combat aread, or just other pertinent equipment based upon where he is going at the time.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Lawful
alignment[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Evil
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Killing things
,Flying hueys
,Military
,His father
,Destroying the supernatural race
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Anything supernatural
,Disorder and un-disciplined soldiers
,His orders being ignored
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Failing before his mission is complete
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Wiping out ever last supernatural being on the planet
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Born in 1961 in Wisconsin, Atrax grew up in a military oriented family on the military base of Fort McCoy. Raised, breed, and trained from the youngest of ages, Atrax lived and breathed the military existance every second of every day. He was the standard military brat kid, and he was proud of it. He rushed head long through school, his incredible intellect far above any of his peers. He graduated from high school at sixteen years of age, and instantly was inducted into the military with exceedubg praise from his excited father. Flying through boot camp, Atrax showed major promise, being extremely proficent with tactics, strategy, and intelligence management. He also excelled at personal combat, having been born with a genetic defect where he felt absolutely no pain. Several times in his youth, the young man had gotten into a fight, and only found out he had a broken limb after going to the medic on base for stitches. This allowed the young man to fight despite wounds that would cripple any mortal beings that had the sensations of pain.
Atrax flew up the rank of command, surpassing even his father quickly, though he insisted that his father never call him sir. It was to strange for the young man to hear his older father call him that. The two worked perfectly together, son and father accomplishing goals that even other military leaders said where impossible feats. They where legends together, a perfect team protecting their country. Then Atrax's life came crashing down around his ears like the Hidenburgh. A simple military expidition to Stalingrad to help the Russians doing a military sweep for insurrectionists. During the mission, radio contact was lost betwen the group, lead by Atrax's father, and headquarters. The last thing heard from the group was screams and the sounds of machine guns.
After several weeks, a scouting team reported back to Atrax after being sent after the mission. Their debriefing was extremely distrubing and horrifying. They had successfully found the team, or what was left of them. They had all been killed, frozen and shattered into pieces upon the ground. Several of them had been gutted like animals, their entrails strewn across the street. One of the scouts handed Atrax his father's dog tags, encrusted in dried blood. The general took the dog tags, and hung them around his own neck. Unseeable to anybody, this was the day the Atrax mind broke. The loose of his mentor and father was to strong, and his mind cracked slightly. He vowed a personal vendetta. He would find and kill every last magical beings, using what ever means where necessary and all the powers at his disposal.
The following years flew by. General Atrax used every information gathering source he could, collecting and cataloging the different kinds of supernatural beings. Shape shifters was the easiest. The young male shape shifter by the name of Ca'guuror was actually employed by the military for some time before he went A.W.O.L. and escaped from his training facility. Though he was easy enough to track, which Atrax did meticiously, he had bigger fish to fry as well. Elementals where a different story. They hid well, and keep to themselves. He learned there where seven different kinds, each pertaining to a different element on earth. Water, fire, earth, air, ice, light and dark where all represented. He even, through a slip up from a captured ice elemental, learned that each ellement had a special city. From each of these cities the elementals drew their power. He slowly began gathering intelligence upon the places, following all rumors and tracks.
At the same time, Atrax had a secret facility built, using those all might tax payer dollars. Deep in the Colorado mountains, he designed and built a research station. Here, he hired the most brilliant minds, trying to figure out ways to fight against this "plague" as he began to think of them all. Thousands of scientists, working around the clock, trying to figure out the clues to how to defeat the supernaturals. Time went out, with break throughs in research. Better weapons created with improved bullets. This still wasn't enough for Atrax. He wanted more. Some thing at least as powerful as the supernaturals had. Then it dawned on him. If he could just get his hands upon a supernatural, he was positive he could learn the secret to how to pull their power out and weaponize it. He set his scientists upon that goal, give them a week to develop technology that would be able to hold such wonderous powers. He already knew where to find one being who he could siphon powers from. Ca'guuror DelaSangre would be easy to manipulate and trick. He even had the perfect person in mind to help him.
Atrax flew up the rank of command, surpassing even his father quickly, though he insisted that his father never call him sir. It was to strange for the young man to hear his older father call him that. The two worked perfectly together, son and father accomplishing goals that even other military leaders said where impossible feats. They where legends together, a perfect team protecting their country. Then Atrax's life came crashing down around his ears like the Hidenburgh. A simple military expidition to Stalingrad to help the Russians doing a military sweep for insurrectionists. During the mission, radio contact was lost betwen the group, lead by Atrax's father, and headquarters. The last thing heard from the group was screams and the sounds of machine guns.
After several weeks, a scouting team reported back to Atrax after being sent after the mission. Their debriefing was extremely distrubing and horrifying. They had successfully found the team, or what was left of them. They had all been killed, frozen and shattered into pieces upon the ground. Several of them had been gutted like animals, their entrails strewn across the street. One of the scouts handed Atrax his father's dog tags, encrusted in dried blood. The general took the dog tags, and hung them around his own neck. Unseeable to anybody, this was the day the Atrax mind broke. The loose of his mentor and father was to strong, and his mind cracked slightly. He vowed a personal vendetta. He would find and kill every last magical beings, using what ever means where necessary and all the powers at his disposal.
The following years flew by. General Atrax used every information gathering source he could, collecting and cataloging the different kinds of supernatural beings. Shape shifters was the easiest. The young male shape shifter by the name of Ca'guuror was actually employed by the military for some time before he went A.W.O.L. and escaped from his training facility. Though he was easy enough to track, which Atrax did meticiously, he had bigger fish to fry as well. Elementals where a different story. They hid well, and keep to themselves. He learned there where seven different kinds, each pertaining to a different element on earth. Water, fire, earth, air, ice, light and dark where all represented. He even, through a slip up from a captured ice elemental, learned that each ellement had a special city. From each of these cities the elementals drew their power. He slowly began gathering intelligence upon the places, following all rumors and tracks.
At the same time, Atrax had a secret facility built, using those all might tax payer dollars. Deep in the Colorado mountains, he designed and built a research station. Here, he hired the most brilliant minds, trying to figure out ways to fight against this "plague" as he began to think of them all. Thousands of scientists, working around the clock, trying to figure out the clues to how to defeat the supernaturals. Time went out, with break throughs in research. Better weapons created with improved bullets. This still wasn't enough for Atrax. He wanted more. Some thing at least as powerful as the supernaturals had. Then it dawned on him. If he could just get his hands upon a supernatural, he was positive he could learn the secret to how to pull their power out and weaponize it. He set his scientists upon that goal, give them a week to develop technology that would be able to hold such wonderous powers. He already knew where to find one being who he could siphon powers from. Ca'guuror DelaSangre would be easy to manipulate and trick. He even had the perfect person in mind to help him.
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