Post by Orion on Oct 25, 2010 2:21:19 GMT -5
Name:Orion
Nickname: The Qu'lanian Beast
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Pansexual
Age/Birthday:He is roughly 35;His race do not celebrate birthdays in the same manner as humans.
Race:Qu'lanian
Place of Birth/Home Town: The Planet Qu'lan
Character Portrayal:
Hair:Lengthy black hair
Eyes:Green
Height:6'8
Individual Features:Extensive tattooing down his arms
General Appearance:
Family:
[Father]Tol
[Mother]Coras
Many half-brothers and sisters
Friends:None that would acknowledge the fact they know him in friendly terms.
Enemies:Numerous ones on different planets
Job:Bounty Hunter
Personality:
Orion is not the nicest guy in the universe. Actually he is quite the opposite of nice, he can be down right cold-hearted and mean. Spending much of his young life in a harsh environment that would have killed weaker men, it has made him a very tough but inconsiderate individual. Orion grew up in a primitive world where instincts and passionate emotions of anger and desire were supported while tender feelings that were accompanied by tears were frowned upon. He isn't much different then his people, shunning what he sees as weakness inside himself which can make him seem callous when he is in a situation where mourning is appropriate. However, this does not mean he does not care, he just bottles up his emotions until eventually they explode and he lashes out with violence.
Likes: (At least 3)
-Fighting & Combat
-Meat
-Very strong alcohol
-Weapons
Dislikes: (At least 3)
-Being ridiculed or treated like a fool
-People using and/or lying to him
-Losing at anything
-Bad or weak alcohol
-Those that are weak
Fears: (At least 2)
-Dying a pointless or cowardly type death
-Being crippled
Powers:
-Physically stronger then a human: He can lift twice his own body weight, which is roughly around 700 pounds.
-He has a higher threshold to damage and pain [actually his people are taught to take pleasure and knowledge from physical pain]
-Acute senses of smell and hearing
History: (At least 100 words.)
Orion was born on the planet Q'ulan to a chieftain named Tol and his mistress Coras as the only child in their union. His father took little interest in young Orion since he was hardly his first born and he had many other children with his wife who were a great deal more important to him. This lack of his father's love made him angry yet craving very much to be loved by him, so he decided to try and earn it. One day he ventured out into the desert badlands to prove to his father that he was the strongest and the bravest men in the tribe. He would have to love him then. Orion spend nearly two weeks by himself in the desert, his diet consisting on the animals that he hunted and killed and the small patches of water that he could find. It was only thirteen years old. If it he hadn't been found by others Q'ulanians he might have perished from his foolish errand, but it gained him the one thing he craved, his father's attention. Tol realized there was great potential in his young son, so he took him under his wing as his mentor. He trained him in the ways of their people and helped him to better his skills, but he was not easy on him. Being a Q'ulanian he was expected to endure hardships and learn from his mistakes to be a great warrior. Orion passed their tests, though it turned him into someone that was hard and cold to the world. It was not any easy existence, but he was home.
However, like all things this too came to an end. Orion's tribe was not the only one on the planet's surface and they were not a very amiable people, so it wasn't surprising when a war broke out between his tribe and rival tribe that wanted to claim their land for their own. His tribe would have been successful if it wasn't for the fact the other was bearing weapons that had never been used on his planet before. A gun runner had heard of the war-like Q'ulanians and he thought he could make some bucks off them, causing the deaths of hundreds that included Orion's tribe. Orion, himself, barely survived the battle. His luck had it that bounty hunters arrived after discovering the gun runner's location on Q'ulan. They encountered the badly wounded Orion walking away from the carnage into their arms were he collapsed. Concerned for his well-being, they decided to take him with them and take him to a hospital.
Once he had recovered enough he told they what had happened and he wanted very much to get revenge on the man who had caused the death of his tribe. The older of the two hunters saw a good possibility in Orion, like his father had before them. He decided to give him a spot with them as a trainee as they hunted their target. It took some time before they finally found their man on another planet who was up to his old tricks again. A firefight ensued between the hunter and the gun runner and his thugs, ending with the thugs dead and one of the hunters shot. Seeing his chance Orion jumped into action, shooting their target in the shoulder. However, Orion didn't stopped his attack. Instead he pounced on him and started to beat him like a man possessed. Lucky for their prey that the older hunter managed to restrain Orion before he killed the man. They brought the man to justice and collected their money, but the Q'ulanian suspected this would be his first and last mission as a bounty hunter. He was wrong. They forgave him for his behavior and offered him a job as the third man in their hunting party. He agreed. Orion spend the next ten years with the two men before finally striking out on his own. He quickly made a name for himself as one of the toughest and ruthless bounty hunters in the universe.
Random Facts: The Qu'lanians are a primitive humanoid race, who in all respects look exactly like humans save for their body size and certain adaptations. They are a physically intimidating people, their heights ranging from six feet to seven feet and a half while their weights could be nearly two hundred pounds up to four hundred pounds.
RP Sample:
Glasgow had been hanging around New York City for some time now, it was the one city he had a great deal of experience with doing business for the 'Old Man.' But it was still a foreign city to him, having originally coming from Scotland. The former gun runner had spend his time between sleeping in abandoned vehicles he made sure to check and lock up tightly and rooftops where he had good views of his surroundings. Right at that moment he was seated on the edge of an abandoned apartment building's roof, his long legs hanging off the side while he scanned his environment with his rifle scope for the living dead and possible survivors. So far he had seen nothing in the way of life, zombie or human, much to his disappointment. Where was everybody? Probably munching on some hapless soul who happened to walk into enemy lines. It may be cold but he was glad that it wasn't him that was somebody's dinner.
The ex-gangster threw the rifle strip across his shoulder before shifting to his sneaker clad feet, making his way over to the fire escape. Carefully he climbed down while keeping an eye out for a sudden attack by a ravenous zombie. Nothing would screw up his day better then a cannibalistic monster taking a bite out of his ass. He dropped down on the roof of the van he was using, crouched like a well armed ninja. He drew one of the handguns from his holster, once more checking the area for danger. Satisfied he slid over to the side of the van, landing on his feet with his gun raised as he opened the side door. Glasgow checked inside, finding that it was safe from zombies, before closing the door once more. Swiftly he turned about with his gun up with one hand nestled on the trigger while he eased the driver door open. The Scotsman maneuvered himself into the driver seat as he placed the gun back in his holster then removed the rifle off his shoulder, placing it in the middle of the seats. Once he had hot-wired the vehicle the engine roared to life. He took it out into the street, weaving through the abandoned cars that had once been part of busy traffic before being discarded for safe places. Of course most of those people had ended up much like a lot of the cars' engines, dead. Glasgow had no desire to join them. Driving along for what seemed like hours around the city he finally noticed noticed a sign of life, a human being.
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Nickname: The Qu'lanian Beast
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Pansexual
Age/Birthday:He is roughly 35;His race do not celebrate birthdays in the same manner as humans.
Race:Qu'lanian
Place of Birth/Home Town: The Planet Qu'lan
Character Portrayal:
Hair:Lengthy black hair
Eyes:Green
Height:6'8
Individual Features:Extensive tattooing down his arms
General Appearance:
Family:
[Father]Tol
[Mother]Coras
Many half-brothers and sisters
Friends:None that would acknowledge the fact they know him in friendly terms.
Enemies:Numerous ones on different planets
Job:Bounty Hunter
Personality:
Orion is not the nicest guy in the universe. Actually he is quite the opposite of nice, he can be down right cold-hearted and mean. Spending much of his young life in a harsh environment that would have killed weaker men, it has made him a very tough but inconsiderate individual. Orion grew up in a primitive world where instincts and passionate emotions of anger and desire were supported while tender feelings that were accompanied by tears were frowned upon. He isn't much different then his people, shunning what he sees as weakness inside himself which can make him seem callous when he is in a situation where mourning is appropriate. However, this does not mean he does not care, he just bottles up his emotions until eventually they explode and he lashes out with violence.
Likes: (At least 3)
-Fighting & Combat
-Meat
-Very strong alcohol
-Weapons
Dislikes: (At least 3)
-Being ridiculed or treated like a fool
-People using and/or lying to him
-Losing at anything
-Bad or weak alcohol
-Those that are weak
Fears: (At least 2)
-Dying a pointless or cowardly type death
-Being crippled
Powers:
-Physically stronger then a human: He can lift twice his own body weight, which is roughly around 700 pounds.
-He has a higher threshold to damage and pain [actually his people are taught to take pleasure and knowledge from physical pain]
-Acute senses of smell and hearing
History: (At least 100 words.)
Orion was born on the planet Q'ulan to a chieftain named Tol and his mistress Coras as the only child in their union. His father took little interest in young Orion since he was hardly his first born and he had many other children with his wife who were a great deal more important to him. This lack of his father's love made him angry yet craving very much to be loved by him, so he decided to try and earn it. One day he ventured out into the desert badlands to prove to his father that he was the strongest and the bravest men in the tribe. He would have to love him then. Orion spend nearly two weeks by himself in the desert, his diet consisting on the animals that he hunted and killed and the small patches of water that he could find. It was only thirteen years old. If it he hadn't been found by others Q'ulanians he might have perished from his foolish errand, but it gained him the one thing he craved, his father's attention. Tol realized there was great potential in his young son, so he took him under his wing as his mentor. He trained him in the ways of their people and helped him to better his skills, but he was not easy on him. Being a Q'ulanian he was expected to endure hardships and learn from his mistakes to be a great warrior. Orion passed their tests, though it turned him into someone that was hard and cold to the world. It was not any easy existence, but he was home.
However, like all things this too came to an end. Orion's tribe was not the only one on the planet's surface and they were not a very amiable people, so it wasn't surprising when a war broke out between his tribe and rival tribe that wanted to claim their land for their own. His tribe would have been successful if it wasn't for the fact the other was bearing weapons that had never been used on his planet before. A gun runner had heard of the war-like Q'ulanians and he thought he could make some bucks off them, causing the deaths of hundreds that included Orion's tribe. Orion, himself, barely survived the battle. His luck had it that bounty hunters arrived after discovering the gun runner's location on Q'ulan. They encountered the badly wounded Orion walking away from the carnage into their arms were he collapsed. Concerned for his well-being, they decided to take him with them and take him to a hospital.
Once he had recovered enough he told they what had happened and he wanted very much to get revenge on the man who had caused the death of his tribe. The older of the two hunters saw a good possibility in Orion, like his father had before them. He decided to give him a spot with them as a trainee as they hunted their target. It took some time before they finally found their man on another planet who was up to his old tricks again. A firefight ensued between the hunter and the gun runner and his thugs, ending with the thugs dead and one of the hunters shot. Seeing his chance Orion jumped into action, shooting their target in the shoulder. However, Orion didn't stopped his attack. Instead he pounced on him and started to beat him like a man possessed. Lucky for their prey that the older hunter managed to restrain Orion before he killed the man. They brought the man to justice and collected their money, but the Q'ulanian suspected this would be his first and last mission as a bounty hunter. He was wrong. They forgave him for his behavior and offered him a job as the third man in their hunting party. He agreed. Orion spend the next ten years with the two men before finally striking out on his own. He quickly made a name for himself as one of the toughest and ruthless bounty hunters in the universe.
Random Facts: The Qu'lanians are a primitive humanoid race, who in all respects look exactly like humans save for their body size and certain adaptations. They are a physically intimidating people, their heights ranging from six feet to seven feet and a half while their weights could be nearly two hundred pounds up to four hundred pounds.
RP Sample:
Glasgow had been hanging around New York City for some time now, it was the one city he had a great deal of experience with doing business for the 'Old Man.' But it was still a foreign city to him, having originally coming from Scotland. The former gun runner had spend his time between sleeping in abandoned vehicles he made sure to check and lock up tightly and rooftops where he had good views of his surroundings. Right at that moment he was seated on the edge of an abandoned apartment building's roof, his long legs hanging off the side while he scanned his environment with his rifle scope for the living dead and possible survivors. So far he had seen nothing in the way of life, zombie or human, much to his disappointment. Where was everybody? Probably munching on some hapless soul who happened to walk into enemy lines. It may be cold but he was glad that it wasn't him that was somebody's dinner.
The ex-gangster threw the rifle strip across his shoulder before shifting to his sneaker clad feet, making his way over to the fire escape. Carefully he climbed down while keeping an eye out for a sudden attack by a ravenous zombie. Nothing would screw up his day better then a cannibalistic monster taking a bite out of his ass. He dropped down on the roof of the van he was using, crouched like a well armed ninja. He drew one of the handguns from his holster, once more checking the area for danger. Satisfied he slid over to the side of the van, landing on his feet with his gun raised as he opened the side door. Glasgow checked inside, finding that it was safe from zombies, before closing the door once more. Swiftly he turned about with his gun up with one hand nestled on the trigger while he eased the driver door open. The Scotsman maneuvered himself into the driver seat as he placed the gun back in his holster then removed the rifle off his shoulder, placing it in the middle of the seats. Once he had hot-wired the vehicle the engine roared to life. He took it out into the street, weaving through the abandoned cars that had once been part of busy traffic before being discarded for safe places. Of course most of those people had ended up much like a lot of the cars' engines, dead. Glasgow had no desire to join them. Driving along for what seemed like hours around the city he finally noticed noticed a sign of life, a human being.
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