Vengeance Resplendant OOC.

Character.

Username: I'm not sure.

Character name: Myrrick ‘Myr’ Las’illyin

Age: 174

Equipment: Two splinter pistols, a belt containing a variety of spices and other unusual chemicals, a quick ‘field medic kit’ of knives and barbed hooks that he assures everyone is for use in medical emergencies only. Splinter rifle. Red mane of animal hair that he wears on his belt proudly.

Origin: Myr grew up on the streets of Commoragh, and learned long ago that life and death are usually associated with a few simple matters. Being useful to people of power is the core of that matter.
He saw one of his oldest friends, a master of sword work, stabbed in the back because there was concern that he would try to take over the gang. Myr wasn’t stabbed that day, he was considered too useful.
He saw the beautiful and ambitious harlot, Flyviia the Crimson flayed alive when her plans for the gang were discovered. Myr was there with her, very close indeed, but he was not flayed that day, he was considered too useful.
After an unexpected poisoning death of the gang leader a rebellion erupted within the group. Myr had been allied with Y’salt the Reaver, but things had gone poorly and that plan did not pan out so well. Y’salt was slowly dipped into a warren of Ghul Rats and eaten alive by inches. Myr wasn’t eaten that day, he was considered too useful.
Do you need a skilled cook? A caring confidant? A concerned bedside doctor? A trusted advisor on matters of the streets of Commoragh?
Myr can be useful, he will help you.

Personality: Myr is friendly and outgoing, and always willing to talk with others about their concerns. He usually has a smile on his face (unless it is not the time to smile) and will always laugh at your jokes (unless there are certain more powerful people who are not laughing). He prefers to walk on your right side, about a pace and a half behind you, with his head tilted downwards, yet turned to pay attention to your every word. Myr is an excellent listener, and though he can talk at length about many matters, is always polite enough not to talk much about himself.
Bragging isn’t useful, after all.

Appearance: Myr is short and slender for a Dark Eldar. His long blonde hair is pulled back from his smiling face into a ponytail, green gang markings are scrawled on his face over his left eye and cheek. His pale blue eyes are usually wide and guileless, soft limpid pools of a man eager to please and of no threat to anyone. He dresses for comfort, casual clothing that usually blends in to whatever group he is part of, and rarely wears any armor (people who wear armor, after all, are accepting a belief they will be attacked – the best way to survive attacks is not armor, but…not being attacked). He does carry weapons, and his splinter rifle and pistols are well cared for, though he seems disinterested in using them much, preferring to ‘cover people’s backs’ usually – after all, that’s very useful. His pride and joy is his belt of spices and chemicals, all arrayed in neat pouches and phials, he uses them to make food taste wonderful, and occasionally to help with medical procedures, but that is all they are. Poison? Hah, unlikely, cooking is chemistry you see, certainly poison is too, but it’s the other end of the spectrum – not to worry about it!

Other: Myr has a habit of constantly slipping in behind people in any given situation. Is it just nervous shyness? A desire not to be seen? A need for human shields? Who can say? Myr always apologizes if anyone has an issue with it, totally unintended, no harm meant, what can I do to make it up to you?

Skills: (Major) Chemistry.
(Minor) Cooking, Medical skill.

Character.

Username: I'm not sure.

Character name: Dolor

Age: 400

Equipment: Kabalite Armor. Splinter Cannon. Dueling knife. Book of poetry (self written). Portable data device with assorted connecting jacks.

Origin: Dolor came from a Kabal, that much is clear, though he has scratched off the marking insignia from his battered red and black armor. His usual answer when asked about his past is to mumble laments about what has happened to him, to hear him tell it he was cruelly unlucky in many endeavors. From his rough ways it is clear he spent time in the street gangs, and from his military decorum it is also clear that he really did serve in a Kabal. He’ll occasionally mention anctedotes from both, but doesn’t seem interested in sharing much about his past except the clear certainty that it could have gone better for him, but most assuredly did not.

Personality: Sardonic, depressed, and moody. Nothing ever goes right for Dolor, and the universe itself is set against him, ensuring that he will not get what he wants, not be given a chance to rest, and will be visited with many minor inconveniences meant to bother and annoy him. Everyone else is in the same boat too, they’re just a little too blind to notice.

Appearance: Dolor is tall and broad shouldered. He keeps his head shaved bald, and the faint sign of four scars can be seen torn across his cheek and face. His armor is usually dirty and scuffed, though he keeps it in good working order, and he favors wearing a dark cloak, that is usually a touch threadbare and dirty as well. He keeps his weapon as immaculate as possible, but the long barreled splinter cannon shows signs of long and arduous service as well. Worn down, is perhaps the best way to think of him. He is often to be found scrawling poetry in his book, lamenting his current lot in life.

Other: Dolor is highly talented when it comes to hacking computers and hotwiring mechanical devices. He clearly learned these skills somewhere and for some reason, but will only assure anyone who asks that they bring him nothing but trouble.

Skills: (Major)Computer Systems.
(Minor) Mechanical skills. Heavy Weapons.