Vernos
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|  Osiris Naeem
General Information
Alias/Nickname: Osiris
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Race: Regg
Descriptive Information
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dusty Silver
Skin Color: Tan Olive
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 178lbs
Overall Physical Description: I wear a black long sleeved shirt with the buttons opened in the front revealing my chest and the collar shot up as if I was “born in the 80’s”. My long black sleeves are rolled up passed my elbows just slightly below my armpits. I have white parachute like pants and my feet are bandaged black. I have a tattoo on my chest…or at least I like to call it a tattoo, but it resembles the insignia of the regg nation. My hair is messy and a dusty silver like color. My eyes are hazel but under certain lighting some might say they are a brownish red. I have a slightly lean/muscular physique. My face I would think is chiseled to perfection and I want to keep it that way. The only scars I’ll receive (besides the one on my chest) will be on my spirit not my domain.
Strengths: I am great at reading people and I am never hesitant when it comes to killing. I am also skilled in hand to hand combat
Weaknesses/Fears: Losing My Sanity is a fear of mine and I will admit I don't have as much stamina as I would like
Overall Mental/Emotional Description: My soul is cold, maybe even darker than black. I have no time for friends, no time for allies. I live my life to how I feel it should be; for those who think otherwise are of no importance to me. Many would call me a nomad. I go wherever the wind takes me and if trouble comes my way, I would like to think I can send it hightailing back home. I give no sympathy to people and their sob stories, my life was hard but here I am alive and breathing; why complain about the past? I have a body count of a hundred and five and still counting. I do what needs to be done in order for me to know that I will make it to the next day. Anyone that gets in my way…well let’s just hope no one gets in my way; make that a hundred and six.
Additional Race Details:
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Regg
Melee or Ranged Preference: Melee
Dual Wield or Single Wield Preference: Dual Wield
Weapon Size Preference: Medium to Large
Design Motifs: Ancient weapons with modern modifications
Back Story Overview
Home City: Hun City
Current Residence: Western Odrea
- Backstory and History:
Back Story History: I grew up in the steam works of Hun City. Many would think of it as the slums but it wasn’t as bad as the world makes it seem. It felt like a sanctuary to me in a way. Seeing how things worked, the mechanics of the buildings and their structure; all so fascinating to me. Rusted metal, pipe streets, Copper Island you could say. My mother and father were officers of the Monarch and I was expected to join them when I was of age. I didn’t want to be known as a Monarch which is why it was hard for me to be a part of an organization that killed for a living, but over time I understood why they did what they did. They killed to gather information, and their murders created results. When my parents were off on their many missions I was busy doing my Monarch Academy training, learning everything I could before the time came that I was named an “official monarch”. I only wanted to be a part of the monarchs because of how skilled they were in weapon crafting, hand to hand combat and their knowledge on the different races that were a part of Odrea. I guess you could say in a way I am using them for my own personal gain. I don’t really care for their motives or purposes in the things they do just as long as I can get the information I need, which wasn’t hard. I graduated top of my class soon enough and I will admit the academies are very hard to graduate from. Simulation after simulation of assassinations and full on interrogations wasn’t something I entirely enjoyed, but you could say it prepared me for a cold heart. When my academy days came to a close, I wasn’t all too excited like everyone else was. What was the point of it all? I mean here I am standing side by side with my parents doing the same thing they have been doing all their lives. I didn’t know how to feel really. My parents were hardly in my life as is because this godforsaken organization had them on missions all across the region keeping us from being an actual family. I didn’t build full relationships with them so when I look at them, I don’t see my parent’s I just see...co-workers. The moment I became just as high of a rank as them is when things got interesting though I must admit. One of Yasi Jhun’s underlings sent me on a mission to hunt down a few Vanutei that were caught wandering in the badlands of Western Odrea. They didn’t want me to kill them; they just wanted me to cripple them enough to where I could bring them back to Hun City. I wasn’t really thinking about why they wanted the Vanutei I just did as I was told not caring for the reasons, and I can tell you capturing two vanutei’s was not easy work. Through training and working my ass off in my academy days I was prepared for anything really. Yasi’s underling gave me a pair of Chakram to take on my mission and once I headed out to the Badlands I scoped the area for the Vanutei. A lot of creatures would come my way either wanting to kill me or eat me alive but it wasn’t hard slaying them. I just learn to not grow attached to things over time. That is how the academy trained me. Growing attached will cause missions to end in failure, and I was not one to be known as such. When the time came that for me to come face to face with the Vanutei I gave them one of two options: Be captured or be crippled. Of course they didn’t let me take them without a fight…I just don’t know why people have to make things so difficult. I wasn’t my going to kill them but I knew in order for me to win I had to attack them with the intent to kill if that makes any sense. I will admit they almost sent me packed in a body bag but unfortunately I outsmarted them. I took them both down leaving them breathing and alive; Only few scars on them and just bruises on me.Bringing them back to the Monarch Organization I took them to this room that had a whole fleet of surgical beds. Why am I bringing Vanutei to the surgery room? What purpose could they serve here? Yasi’s underlings followed me in the room and pulled the Vanutei on the beds. Both still alive and breathing just barely pushing words through their mouths. I tried to make out what they were saying but, BAM! BAM! The underling shot the both of them in the head as the blood splattered on my face. That was a shocker. I wasn’t expecting them to kill them just like that. Looking at their bodies, their last breath practically deflating their chest left an uncomfortable feeling in my gut. I mean if they wanted me to kill them I could have just done that myself but I soon saw why they killed them. The moment they died their aura began radiating from their being as a misty smoke; it seeped through the bullet holes and almost looked as if the smoke itself is alive. The underlings harvested the smoke and placed it in flasks. That was the moment when I found out how they managed to make some of their top graded weapons. I was going to ask what they were going to do with the bodies until they tossed the corpses in an incinerator and went on about their day. My face looked frightened for a moment, but I knew what to expect when I joined the Monarchs. It looks like me and Death are going to be good friends. Several years had passed since I brought in the Vanutei and I was now eighteen. I had surpassed my parent’s and it wasn’t as satisfying as I had wanted it to be. Don’t get me wrong, I was doing great at the time you could say, being a part of Yasi’s “inner circle” meant that I would probably be doing more of the Organizations dirty work. I just had to keep telling myself that this wasn’t permanent and that I was almost done getting what I needed. When the day came that I squeezed every ounce of water out of the towel that I could I was going to quit; that day came sooner than I expected and I’m the one who sent in the resignation papers. When I brought in the papers Yasi’s right hand man, the guy who had the closest connections to Yasi herself had assigned me to do one more task that I needed to complete before I officially left the monarchs. I initially thought it was some sort of capture mission again, or maybe even running Intel to Jun city…no it was much more… unexpected? They wanted me to kill my parent’s because apparently they were secretly working for the GBW. In all honesty it is their own fault for getting caught and they fully knew the circumstances of betraying the Monarch organization to such a degree, I had neither pity nor sympathy for them at all. When Yasi’s right hand handed me a pistol and walked me to the room where they were holding my parent’s I knew what needed to be done. My parents were on their knees when I entered the room. Hands tied behind their backs, sweating out of fear; Pathetic. Two guards and the right hand were behind me blocking the door. I guess they were indirectly telling me that I had no option or say in the matter. My mom looked at me crying, father looked at me crying; I on the other hand had no tears to shed. They looked at me as if I was Death himself and although it was small a tiny smirk sprouted on my face, barely visible to the naked eye. Yasi’s right hand asked me what I was waiting for and without a moment’s hesitation I shot the both of them. I shot my mother first, mainly to see the reaction my dad might have had. Seeing her body hit the floor like a rag doll did not faze me one bit. My father begged me to spare him but there was no coming back from this. The last thing he said was “Please,” his voice sounding so frightened and scared, it just fueled my finger more to shoot him. When I did his body toppled over my mothers, the same rag doll like fashion. When it was over the right hand laughed and grabbed the gun from me. The two guards grabbed me and pinned me up against the wall. I struggled not fully knowing what they were about to do, until a brand was pulled out. “Thank you for your service,” those words will forever pierce my mind as the brand was placed against my chest burning my flesh with the Regg Insignia, “Don’t forget who you are.”Feeling the sting of the brand singe my skin chilled my spine to a point where I thought I was going to die. I clenched my teeth so hard I could feel them cracking. After they left their mark on my body they dropped me to the floor. I winced from the pain and was expecting them to beat me to a pulp but no, they let me walk out on my own as they disposed of my parent’s bodies. Still looking at their bodies, no tears, no pain, no nothing filled my heart. I questioned if I even had one. I left Hun city after recovering from my brand. I took nothing with me but the clothes on my back, some money for my travel, and the very first weapon handed to me at the start of my Monarch initiation. My next mission was to join the GBW, which wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I mean once I told them I had information about the Monarchs they opened the doors of the organization to me as if I was a long lost brother of theirs. They were no better than the Monarchs in my honest opinion. When joining them I noticed that I would never be able to meet the leaders of either organizations, there was always someone I had to talk to who would just report what I said to the leader; Never got to speak to Yasi or Koba directly. After going through the academies over again to get into the ranks of the GBW I was instantly put on the interrogation team. Reggs would be brought in the room and I was to pull information out of them in whatever way I saw fit. A lady was thrown into the room face first on the cold floor. My back faced toward her as I slowly turned around, “She knows information about the Monarchs new weapon, try to see if she’ll cooperate,” Turning around she begged me not to harm her, but she wouldn’t give me the information I needed; Why did people have to make things so difficult. I slapped her across her face in hopes to scare her enough because I really didn’t want to beat her to a bloody pulp. Still no answer. I gut punched her; still no answer. She began to beg and cry and I was unfazed by her pleas. She looked like a frightened girl who lost her parents in a large city. I kept telling her the pain would stop once the information I needed was given to me, but she still refused. I took my pistol out and pointed it to her head. Her eyes filled with horror and breathe dripped with despair. Soon enough she gave me all the information I needed. I told her “Thank you for your services,” and began to pistol whip her, over and over and over again. With every hit her voice constricted her throat. The Monarch’s created a ruthless killer; sorry she had to suffer. After an hour of interrogating, the door to the room opened and I walked out cleaning the blood off of my hands. The woman was dead but I got the information the GBW needed. I was done being their puppet. Late at night the GBW had caught a Regg trying to infiltrate the organizations building and they called me in to do their dirty. They had no use for him and I guess he had no information that they needed so best thing to do here instead of sending him off on his way into the badlands was to kill him; made perfect sense…”Please! Don’t! Why are you doing this you’re one of us!?” Hearing those words emit from his mouth I remembered what had happened to me back when I was working for the Monarchs. I pulled my weapon out and slashed the guy on his shoulder. The gash was deep enough to where his brain couldn’t even connect to his arm anymore. The man laid on the floor breathing heavily as he began to bleed out. “No, you see,” I said as I walked behind him cradling his head in my arms. He was struggling to break free but he had no energy to put up a fight, “I’m not one of you,” within that very moment I flicked my arms in a jerking motion snapping his neck. The sound echoed throughout the room and it kind of fueled my spirit in a way. His body immediately grew limp and I dropped him on the floor like throwing a rock in a lake. His eyes remained open revealing his last emotion he could form before I killed him. Although the man before me was dead it was as if he was staring at me from beyond the grave. Over time killing has become something natural to me and I know my kill streak had just begun. I mean just between both the Monarch and GBW alone I’ve killed more people than I could count on thirty hands. It will never end. I don’t know how to feel at all about any of it. I remember not long ago working for the Monarch they had me kill a young Altamone. I never believed in magic but that race was enough for me to believe in anything. I murdered to boy to strike fear in his parents letting them know that I wasn’t afraid to do whatever it took to get the information I needed. I didn’t want to kill the boy and it was either kill him or be killed by the Monarch and I am not one to take on nearly a hundred thousand reggs on my own. Going through all these experiences prepared me for the day when I would ride the rest of my life solo.When I had finally left the GBW, I had all the information I needed to take both the Monarch and the GBW down. But in order for me to do that I needed to get stronger. I have blood on my clothes none of which is my own. I didn’t choose the life of murder, the life of murder chose me.
History:
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Trades and Purchases:
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Other Sources:
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Inventory
Gyun: 50
- Weapons:
Weapon Name: Nephythys and SethWeapon Type: Enhanced Weapon Grade: D Weapon Size: LargeWeapon Weight: 13lbs each Weapon Description:- Khonsu-Ra:
 The base of the weapon is a perfect circle that is a foot and a half long all around. The outside of the circle holds five long sharp dagger like shapes used for combat both offensive and defensive. The weapon harnesses a safe zone for being able to hold it without being cut. Osiris possesses two of these unique weapons. An interesting trait about the safe zone is that it can turn the weapon its self into a yo-yo of sorts. The yo-yo trigger is on the outer part of the safe zone. This helps Osiris with mid and long range tactics as well. Both blades are silver but the tips pattern yellow and red.
(Note, you can start with a Grade D weapon, or 50 extra Gyun)
- Items:
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Stats
Level: 1 Experience: 0/20 PR: 104 Might: 25% Resistance: 20% Stamina: 20% Agility: 15% + 15% =30 Perception: 24%
Abilities
Ability Points Used: 15
Total Ability Points: 15
- Anubis:
Ability Name: Anubis
Race: Regg
Tier: 2
Type: Offensive
Description: Leaping off Isis's back, Osiris lunges forward toward the enemy with both chakram in front of him in hopes of impaling the enemy. If the move is a miss Osiris can then hit the yo-yo trigger on his weapons and shot his chakram to the ground helping him perform a perfect landing.
Requirements: Isis/Chakram
Range: 9 meters
Duration: Instant
Cooldown: 3 posts
- Ma'at:
Ability Name: Ma'at
Race: Regg
Tier: 2
Type: Offensive
Description:By using the trigger on his Chakram to turn them into yo-yo's, Osiris fires them at his opponent. By carefully maneuvering them he is able to constrict the enemy, without injuring them, for a brief moment in time as the chakram lodge themselves in the ground to hold the victim in place. He can either choose to leave the opponent in that position and restrain them or he can have Isis lunge at the enemy with a slash attack.
Requirements: Isis/Chakram
Range: 7 meters
Duration: 2 post restraint (If Isis is used then the move cancels soon after)
Cooldown: 3 posts
- Montu:
Ability Name: Montu
Race: Regg
Tier: 3
Type: Offensive
Description: Grappling his chakram on his feet and standing on his hands he performs a sort of tornado type kick spinning rapidly at three full turns. He can press the trigger on his chakram with his feet as well and have them extend slightly covering more ground as he continues to spin.
Requirements: Chakram
Range: 7 meters
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 2 posts
- Seth:
Ability Name: Seth
Race: Regg
Tier: 2
Type: Offensive
Description: By cutting himself and revealing his blood he makes sure that a good amount is placed on the blades of his weapon before launching it at his opponent. If any of the blades managed to touch the opponent in any way the blood will be placed on the clothing or their body. This makes it easier for Isis to find her prey and perform more accurate attacks.
Requirements: Osiris's Blood/Chakram/Isis
Range: Wherever the enemy touched by the blood travels.
Duration: Infinite
Cooldown: Can only be used once
- Amun Capoeira:
Ability Name: Capoeira
Race: N/A
Tier: 3
Type: Offensive
Description: This is the very first form of the Capoeira art with few alterations made to it by Osiris. This style was taught to him while training in the monarch and to his understanding only those from southern odrea are familiar with this art. The reason for Osiris's bandaged feet and bandaged hands is because of his flexibilty in an art known as Capoeira. It is an ancient brazillian art that Osiris adopted and altered utilizing his fist just as much as his hands. It is a losely flexible fighting style thought normally uses music with dance moves, lips, spins and kicks as weapons. But just as important the eet are, the arms are as well.
Requirements: N/A
Range: Arms/legs length
Duration: Passive Cooldown: N/A
- Silat:
Ability Name: Silat
Race: N/A
Tier: 3
Type: Offensive
Description: Silat is an ancient art with no clear beginning, though some masters believe it was created by watching the movements of animals. This makes sense because the fighting style is all about exploiting weaknesses in your enemy and incapacitating them as quickly as possible. Another theory, proposed by "The Malay Art of Self-Defense," is that Silat grew out of a combination of Chinese and Indian martial arts. Speed, leverage and devastating disabling moves are the basis for Silat. In the modern era, this fighting style is a sport like many others. But it's hard trying to regulate a form designed to break rules (and bones.)
Requirements: N/A
Range: Arms/legs length
Duration: Passive
Cooldown: N/A
Pets
Name: Isis
Gender: Female
Species: Pulm
- Information:
Description: A six foot long, two foot high (when standing on all fours) reptilian saber tooth tiger baby. Fur is white with blotches of sandy grey fur throughout her abdomen and back areas. Her legs are scaly and glisten a bright silver color. Her eyes resemble a snakes eyes but the white portion is a dark grey color and the eye slit is black.
Personality: Isis is a very overly protecting pulm who cares for no one but Osiris. Even though he barely shows his affection for her she knows that he loves her. She doesn't take kindly to strangers and will kill on site if Osiris asks her to. Only certain people can make isis love them and it is very rare to see such a thing. Usually only people who are like Osiris can get on Isis's good side; but even then its iffy seeing how she would act.
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| Your character has been moved to WIP as per this announcement. Your character requires the addition of the racial traits section. Additionally, sorry I guessed I missed it the first time around, but your stat total should be 115%. | |
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