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Personal Info:
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Name: Quindaro James Redmire
Nickname: Ticker
Age:32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Appearance:
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Height: 5’10”
Skin/Fur/Scales, Etc.: White Skin
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Looks: Dressed in casual classy attire. Powder grey pants with a black vest, underneath a white dress shirt with a tie. His belt black leather, and on the back a holster with three magazine pouches. Over this is his powder grey overcoat complemented by the trilby he usually wears.
His posture is usually straight and precise as he walks, sits, and does anything else.
Whenever heavy fighting is able to be accounted for. He usually dons a more tactical look. Fatigues [whatever color specified when the need arises]
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Specialties
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Strengths/skills:
Building Improvised equipment with whatever is available.
Speaking with others.
Knows Krav Maga.
Heightened awareness of his surroundings.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
Weaker in hand to hand combat with anything that is enormously above his strength class.
Often overworks himself when he latches onto an idea or a goal.
Overconfidence in plans.
Sometimes pushes away assistance even when it’s needed most.
Special Abilities:
Due to an implant in his brain, Quindaro is able to interface with devices upon touch of his special gloves. This allows him to break through most heavy firewalls as his literal brainpower either can force through or decrypt the code and allow him to slip in un-noticed for anywhere between a few minutes to a few hours, (All depending on the height of security) He can worm into anything from a smartwatch to a server. This pertains to anything to anything that uses computers and has an interface that receives signals. The only time he can interface in this method is when in direct contact with his gloves.
Along with his little implant tricks, he also has nanomites within his bloodstream. Though these aren't enough to do much more than to accelerate the clotting process to keep him from losing too much blood in fights. Though if the wound is larger than four inches in length and two inches in width, the clotting process cannot take place. [stab wounds would take 3 posts to stop bleeding. for example] These nanomites also communicate directly to the implant and let him know exactly where he's damaged to how bad the injury is.
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Personality:
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Personality: Quindaro is a handyman that’s the attitude he takes. Whether it was a fussy spring within a watch or a stuck up member of the local mob, he would take matters into his hands if needed to get the job done. He has a firm grip of what justice should be; even most of the time it involves torture, and recreation of how the killer often kept their victims before finally ending them. Often times he loves talking with people, especially some who have unique personalities. He has a fantastic sense of humor not to mention he loves puns. At the end of the day for him, he just wants to relax with a cup of coffee or tea, and perhaps a bit of company to talk the evening away.
Likes/Hobbies:
Coffee comes before and after every day, doesn’t matter the time or day.
Reading and writing.
Long walks.
Dancing.
Attending dinners and balls.
Collecting Pins
Working/Riding on his bike
His pipe
Dislikes:
Injustice
Interruption
Tardiness
Posers
Fears:
Being stopped before he’s able to give judgement to whatever killed off his partner and stole away his life’s work.
Losing all functionality while retaining consciousness.
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Family:
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Parents: Unknown
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Relative: Uncle
Brothers/sisters: Sister
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History: I’d love to save the backstory for a monologue in RP, after that I’ll update this part.
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RP paragraph: “So you see Riley…” His voice trailed off as he took a step towards the edge of the building, a cloud of smoke streaming out from his lips. He took another deep draw from his pipe. “Survival from this catastrophe means that you and I make amends to drive out this thing from our neighborhood.
His longtime rival sighed heavily and looked over to him. “Alright…” She took a step towards him and raised an eyebrow. “Just promise that this alliance stays such even after it’s gone.” She cautioned as she outstretched a hand.
Smiling, he firmly took her hand and shook. “Excellent.” He breathed a sigh of relief as he started for the door with his new partner. Meanwhile in the distance there was a massive trash Golem breaking buildings apart and the ring of gunfire could be heard from all directions.
Last edited by Quindaro on Wed Sep 13, 2017 11:46 pm; edited 2 times in total
