Post by Aristarkh Ilya Hetencho on Mar 28, 2010 12:06:08 GMT -8
Name: Aristarkh Ilya Hetencho
Alliance: Mecha Assault Team
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 198 LBS
Weapons: Aristarkh Carrys two 9mm on his holisters around his waist though they arent used very much. Second he has a plasma semi-automatic Aussalt rifle. It was a scope on the top that isnt very high powered and cant zoom in very much but for night time combat and un-clear weather conditions it helps clear up the visabilty for the shooter. A combat knife that is used for close combat. Basicly Aristarkh likes to be a bit classic with his weapons.
Equipment: Basic equipment such as climbing ropes, Survival equipment and such. Also he wears the M.A.T. Armour suit. As explained above in the weapon segment area he carries two combat knives. Some basic radio Equipment also example a headset to contact others when needed.
Abilities: Well Aristarkh is your classic bad ass(excuse my language) character. He's very stealthy and can drop in on his enemys, Sliceing there throats or just shoot them in the head or something of that matter. This is probably very much like a god mod in a bit but I can make him be realistic in the stealthy matter and all.
Skills: Basicly being stealthy haha as explained above. The only other real "Skill" That he posses is being able to repair many things such as vehicles and jammed guns.
Strengths: Well as explained above those things and also being able to keep his body movements still and not make too many movements while trying to be stealthy. He medatates quiet a bit to be able to be this way.
Weaknesses: He dosnt have the best aim with plasma guns and such things in that matter and is quiet at many times and dosn't speak very often if at all.
Appearance: Thin around the stomach area yet broad shoulders. A very smooth childlike face that is not very mistaken by other's faces. Legs are quiet long yet not akwardly long. The torso is short but not a stuby torso.
Personality: Three words, Bad ass, Quiet, and calm. Whenever there is a situation were he is needed very well he will put his life on the line and go pretty bad ass with hand to hand combat. Somewhat like Rambo but not as un-realistic as him. The quiet and calm parts are a crucial part to his personality as he dosn't talk much and dosn't get very scared in situations that most would. When others are nervous Aristarkh is as calm as can be.
History: Aristarkh was born in old Earth. He was brought up with war around him and he had always wished that peace would come to the galaxy. He spent most of his time as a child learning how to read and write and then would make beautiful writeings. Poems, songs, books, short stories anything like that was his expertise as a child.
Growing up into a teenager he had found a gun that was his fathers. By that time both of his parents were deaceased and he was liveing alone, by himself at a small house. It didnt phase him much but at times he would cry about it but try and keep himself to not look as if he were constantly upset about his parents death. This gun that he found was a 9mm handgun that was created in old earth. He would take out the magazine in it and play around acting like he was shooting it. This is were the skills of combat came to Aristarkh.
The mystery about his parents death soon cam to his knowledge at the age of 21. Some wierd looking men had stoped into the building that Aristarkh had been takeing refuge in and tore it apart. Obviously they were looking for something but what? What were they looking for and how come they come to my house? He thought these things to himself until found by one of them. Trying to hide himself Aristarkh was found. He fired four rounds that day. Two of them killing these men. One of them injuring the last. Causeing much hate in his soul Aristarkh wanted answers. He had found them. The three same exact men had killed his parents and wanting to killy the last he set out on a journey to find this man and kill him. No matter what the cost...
Introduction: Cold chills were sent down the back of young Aristarkh. The dark droopy night had been quiet and not much had happened that day before but yet he felt as if he had forgot to do something. But what was it? Walking down a long road that seamed to be as if it would never end or atleast birng some civilization with it. Quiet was not what he wanted. What was happening?
The night was killed off by a bright moon light that made it a little brighter. What was going on with this world and why did people want to take control of it? Why couldnt they just let it be a peaceful place that many of races can flourish on and be peaceful with one of each of them selves. It wasnt helping him to keep thinking these thoughts.
Aristarkh had been walking for about and hour. Before he had left a ghost town behind him that had been bombed earlier and wasnt going to support much life anymore. he'd encountered a hunter in that town that was a bit hungry at the moment and wasn't going to play nice. Aristarkh was able to pump a few rounds into him while running away. Now his hopes were that the monster wouldn't come to kill[i/] him now.
He continued down the road walking slowly yet at a good pace to make it to civilization in time for the next day. Noise began to fill the air like growls. THis didnt phase him much as he kept walking down the math he was on. The growl getting loader and a bit of slimey substance droped onto his shoulder. Aristarkh grabbed the two 9mm's and swiftly turned around "Not you again!" Aristarkh shot off two rounds from each 9mm handgun and then began to back up, slowly.
"I thought that i got rid of you god damn it!" Aristarkh wasn't going to reach for his rifle just yet but the Hunter came closer and closer. Fireing three more rounds out of the hand guns aristarkh backed up even faster.
"Shit you've got me now." He said puting a smile on. The rifle was now in his hands and the 9mm's in the hollisters. He pulled the trigger on the rifle and unload fast beams of hell on the creature. That did much damage but it kept nearing him until Aristarkh was snatched by its large and furious arms. Aristarkh reached for his knife but it was not gining to help. He was down deap now and all he could do was fight back naturally...
Alliance: Mecha Assault Team
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 198 LBS
Weapons: Aristarkh Carrys two 9mm on his holisters around his waist though they arent used very much. Second he has a plasma semi-automatic Aussalt rifle. It was a scope on the top that isnt very high powered and cant zoom in very much but for night time combat and un-clear weather conditions it helps clear up the visabilty for the shooter. A combat knife that is used for close combat. Basicly Aristarkh likes to be a bit classic with his weapons.
Equipment: Basic equipment such as climbing ropes, Survival equipment and such. Also he wears the M.A.T. Armour suit. As explained above in the weapon segment area he carries two combat knives. Some basic radio Equipment also example a headset to contact others when needed.
Abilities: Well Aristarkh is your classic bad ass(excuse my language) character. He's very stealthy and can drop in on his enemys, Sliceing there throats or just shoot them in the head or something of that matter. This is probably very much like a god mod in a bit but I can make him be realistic in the stealthy matter and all.
Skills: Basicly being stealthy haha as explained above. The only other real "Skill" That he posses is being able to repair many things such as vehicles and jammed guns.
Strengths: Well as explained above those things and also being able to keep his body movements still and not make too many movements while trying to be stealthy. He medatates quiet a bit to be able to be this way.
Weaknesses: He dosnt have the best aim with plasma guns and such things in that matter and is quiet at many times and dosn't speak very often if at all.
Appearance: Thin around the stomach area yet broad shoulders. A very smooth childlike face that is not very mistaken by other's faces. Legs are quiet long yet not akwardly long. The torso is short but not a stuby torso.
Personality: Three words, Bad ass, Quiet, and calm. Whenever there is a situation were he is needed very well he will put his life on the line and go pretty bad ass with hand to hand combat. Somewhat like Rambo but not as un-realistic as him. The quiet and calm parts are a crucial part to his personality as he dosn't talk much and dosn't get very scared in situations that most would. When others are nervous Aristarkh is as calm as can be.
History: Aristarkh was born in old Earth. He was brought up with war around him and he had always wished that peace would come to the galaxy. He spent most of his time as a child learning how to read and write and then would make beautiful writeings. Poems, songs, books, short stories anything like that was his expertise as a child.
Growing up into a teenager he had found a gun that was his fathers. By that time both of his parents were deaceased and he was liveing alone, by himself at a small house. It didnt phase him much but at times he would cry about it but try and keep himself to not look as if he were constantly upset about his parents death. This gun that he found was a 9mm handgun that was created in old earth. He would take out the magazine in it and play around acting like he was shooting it. This is were the skills of combat came to Aristarkh.
The mystery about his parents death soon cam to his knowledge at the age of 21. Some wierd looking men had stoped into the building that Aristarkh had been takeing refuge in and tore it apart. Obviously they were looking for something but what? What were they looking for and how come they come to my house? He thought these things to himself until found by one of them. Trying to hide himself Aristarkh was found. He fired four rounds that day. Two of them killing these men. One of them injuring the last. Causeing much hate in his soul Aristarkh wanted answers. He had found them. The three same exact men had killed his parents and wanting to killy the last he set out on a journey to find this man and kill him. No matter what the cost...
Introduction: Cold chills were sent down the back of young Aristarkh. The dark droopy night had been quiet and not much had happened that day before but yet he felt as if he had forgot to do something. But what was it? Walking down a long road that seamed to be as if it would never end or atleast birng some civilization with it. Quiet was not what he wanted. What was happening?
The night was killed off by a bright moon light that made it a little brighter. What was going on with this world and why did people want to take control of it? Why couldnt they just let it be a peaceful place that many of races can flourish on and be peaceful with one of each of them selves. It wasnt helping him to keep thinking these thoughts.
Aristarkh had been walking for about and hour. Before he had left a ghost town behind him that had been bombed earlier and wasnt going to support much life anymore. he'd encountered a hunter in that town that was a bit hungry at the moment and wasn't going to play nice. Aristarkh was able to pump a few rounds into him while running away. Now his hopes were that the monster wouldn't come to kill[i/] him now.
He continued down the road walking slowly yet at a good pace to make it to civilization in time for the next day. Noise began to fill the air like growls. THis didnt phase him much as he kept walking down the math he was on. The growl getting loader and a bit of slimey substance droped onto his shoulder. Aristarkh grabbed the two 9mm's and swiftly turned around "Not you again!" Aristarkh shot off two rounds from each 9mm handgun and then began to back up, slowly.
"I thought that i got rid of you god damn it!" Aristarkh wasn't going to reach for his rifle just yet but the Hunter came closer and closer. Fireing three more rounds out of the hand guns aristarkh backed up even faster.
"Shit you've got me now." He said puting a smile on. The rifle was now in his hands and the 9mm's in the hollisters. He pulled the trigger on the rifle and unload fast beams of hell on the creature. That did much damage but it kept nearing him until Aristarkh was snatched by its large and furious arms. Aristarkh reached for his knife but it was not gining to help. He was down deap now and all he could do was fight back naturally...
