Storyteller: K.C.
Player's Name: K.C. (Storyteller)
Player's Email: tooweird2understand@yahoo.com
Name: Koumouri
Age: Late 20's-Early 30's
Height: 6 ft 2 in.
Weight: Around 215 lbs, muscled.
Eyes: Blood Red
Hair: Jet-black, cut short to his head. Has red streaks in his hair like lightning.
Weapons: A type of blade boomerang is always at his side, and it is easily his best weapon. Also carries a set of nun-chaku.
Equipment: A small cage that hangs at his belt.
Species: Genetically-altered Natural.
Pet: Tai, Vampire Bat
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Striking fear into the peoples' heart is his job. Living off of them is his pleasure. Koumouri is Shidousha's 2nd-in-command. And he was tailor made for the job. Around 20 years ago, when his Personal Assistant tried to poison him, Shidousha decided he needed someone he could trust implicitly. But, since he knew no one alive could stand the draw of power his office offered, he had to create someone. The call was sent out to all the scientists currently employed by the Syndicate.
Shidousha sat in his office, waiting, when a scientist came in. He opened up a catalog of gene samples, and picked out two. A bat and a human. The scientist bowed and left. Shidousha watched him go and smirked evilly. His assistant would be everything Shidousha ever wanted.
Two days later, in the Syndicate's main lab, a large capsule opened. Inside was a young man, already aged to his 20s. He stepped out, and looked around. The doctors and scientists quickly threw a cape over his shoulders and ushered him into a small room, where his education would begin.
After a week of intensive study, the young man's intellect matched his age, and he was ready to meet with Shidousha. He wore black pants and a white shirt with red streaks across it. It appeared as if he had been feeding, but that was just the shirt's effect. He draped a long, black cloak over his shoulders. He had a small vampire bat perched on his shoulder, and he rubbed it under its chin.
They walked into the boardroom, Shidousha looked at Koumouri, and he nodded. From that day forth, Koumouri was Shidousha's chosen man.
Koumouri is a very strange case. No one has ever been able to sway his loyalty to Shidousha. Ever. He's killed many by his Boss' order. He has a symbiotic relationship with the vampire bat that is always with him. Whenever the bat feeds, Koumouri also gains strength. Whenever Koumouri feeds, the bat becomes stronger. Koumouri's increased Natural strength and his ability to suck the life from his adversay makes him quite a daunting opponent. He shares many traits with the olden Vampire myth, but he is not susceptible to sunlight or garlic. Crosses have been known to put him off of an attack, and his body is highly allergic to silver.
Koumouri is the one most often chosen by Shidousha to recruit new members to the Syndicate, and also to train the new and rising soldiers in their duties.
Name: Ben DeSoto
Alias: Anarky
Age: Late 20's
Weight: 185, muscled
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Green, black at the roots
Weapons: Carries a pack on his right side filled with grenades. Inside his coat, there are many hidden pockets with guns and explosived tucked away. He also carries a set of electrically charged knuckle guards for hand-to-hand combat. (Think a cross between a taser and bronze knuckles.)
Skills: During Anarky's travels, he met a weapons expert. Studying under him for a few years, Anarky learned everything there is to know about bombs, exposive, and weaponry of all types.
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Background: Anarky is in good physical condition overall. He wears a black bodysuit with green armor and a long black trenchcoat. His hair is spiked up and seems to permanently stay in place. He is just an average Terran male.
Ben was born in a small village that lived in the style of their ancestors, with no prejudice towards side. They were a peaceful group, preferring to live alone and do their trading with other neutral villages.
One day when Ben was about 14, an operative from the Syndicate, a Vampire Bat Anthromorph, came looking for people willing to join their cause. The village elder sent him away, telling him that they were peaceful, and would have no part in that evil.
The next morning, Ben left on a hunting trip, because his family was running low on food. While he was away, the Syndicate sent a force to the village, killing everyone and burning it to the ground. When Ben returned and found the village destroyed, something inside of him snapped.
He decided that if the people running the government couldn't stop the Syndicate, maybe they didn't need a government at all. And so Anarky was born.
Anarky carries a personal vendetta against the Syndicate, and the Vampire Bat Anthromorph in particular. His main goal is their destruction, followed by the entire government in general. He wants to send Terracon back to its original roots as a whole group of people, undivided by hatred.
(NPC: Shidousha won't do much interacting.)
Name: Unknown
Alias: Shidousha
Age: Unknown, Physical Appearance would suggest his early 30s.
Height: Around 7 ft.
Weight: About 270 lbs, all muscle.
Eyes: Emerald-green
Hair: Silver with white streaks, long. He wears it in a ponytail.
Weapons: A master of the Katana and all of the deadly martial arts. It is rumored he has even mastered the art of killing with one touch. An expert in all fields of torture as well.
Equipment: The Head of the Syndicate. Anything he wants is his.
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Background: Shidousha wears a navy-blue business suit, with a dark red vest and white button-up shirt underneath the vest. Leader of the Syndicate, Shidousha is one of the most powerful Terrans on the planet. Survivor of many assasination attempts, somehow, he always seems to come out on top. His ability to assess every situation with near perfect results is something his detractors envy. He appears to know exactly what to do in any situation. He has direct access to everything the Syndicate does, and knows everything that is going on with the Syndicate's business.
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A few years before the Great Cataclysm, there was born to a young Natural family, a very special child. The great shaman Kaosh oversaw the birth. The child had green eyes and blond hair. It smiled and gurgled in Kaosh's hands.
"I see..." Kaosh's deep, rumbling voice was heard. "He is an Elven child. See to it you take good care of this young one."
The family, bewildered by what had just taken place, nodded and promised to raise the child to the best of their ability.
And so the years passed, and the child, named Kinsha, grew up. He was a fun-loving, happy child, spending his days running in the forests around his village. His parents never worried, for Kinsha seemed to hold a bond with all the animals in the forest. They never feared for his safe return at the end of the day.
One day, however, when he was about 14, he was kidnapped. One of his trips into the forest had led to an encampment of Tekno scientist, out doing research. One of the scientists spotted Kinsha listening in on their conversation and grabbed him.
None of the scientists had ever seen a child with looks like Kinsha's, so they decided to take him in for a examination. On returning to the Tekno city of Lekan, the scientists took samples of Kinsha's blood for testing.
Years of testing and confinement by the scientists led to Kinsha's soul becoming bitter. His hatred for the ways of the Tekno grew more and more each day. Unfortunately, a hatred also began to grow against the Naturals. Why hadn't his family come to rescue him? Why was he trapped here, having to endure all the torture these scientists put him through? He vowed never again to be controlled by anyone.
When Kinsha was 22, the scientists decided that their research was all for naught. They had found out nothing except that Kinsha's samples were different than any other Tekno's in the database. They moved to release him, but Kinsha would have none of it. He forced the scientists into the prison where he had been kept, and then began to torture them.
Soon, he learned everything about the Tekno world. Computers, science, everything. He left the lab with the scientists still locked in the cell, enjoying the sure fact that they would die a slow, painful death of starvation. Kinsha made his way to the lower levels of the Tekno society, knowing that if he could create a following of slime, scum, and criminals, he would have power.
Before he could gain a following in the criminal underworld, Kinsha had to learn a way to defend himself. He searched the city, finally finding a dojo opened by a master of a unique brand of martial arts. The man was 96 years old, and it had taken him his entire life to come up with and master the moves. He had never taken a pupil directly because he felt them unworthy, but when he saw Kinsha, he knew the man was special.
Kinsha kept his evil heart from the old man, allowing him to believe that he was just a young man searching for a way to defend himself. Kinsha progressed quickly, but his master's life was fading. When he was 99, the master passed on all knowledge of the fighting arts to Kinsha, who finished what the master had started, finally perfecting the style. He left the dojo when his master died, but he didn't stop training. Modifying a few of the more peaceful attacks, Kinsha found techniques that could kill a foe in one move, if performed correctly. He still hones his skill in combat even today.
Nearly 30 years later, Kinsha, now using the alias Shidousha, had amassed quite a following. Everyone who had known him before was dead of old age, and he was free to start a new life. His experience with the scientists had taught him that neither Natural or Tekno was fit to rule. The only one left was himself. And so the Syndicate was born.
Shidousha started many front operations to fuel his evil empire of crime, many of which are still being used by all Teknos today. His operatives are placed in spots all over the planet. One day soon, his plans will come to fruition.
Name: Ryuu Shukun
Age: Unknown
Height: 5" 2'
Weight: Around 140 lbs.
Eyes: Turned silver with age, but his sight is still perfect.
Hair: None
Weapons: His hand is all the weapon he needs.
Skills: Greatest fighter in the history of Terracon. He trained all the original masters of martial arts. His style, named the Dragon Style, is the father of all other Terracon styles.
Appearance: Skin that is brown and wrinkled due to his years in the sun. His body is all muscle, and he wears a wrap of khaki material around himself.
Background: In a time lost to the past, a man appeared. He was a loner, living off the land. He had no known family and no one knew where he came from. He went from town to town, village to village, choosing the strongest that he saw and inviting them to an undisclosed location.
6 were chosen, and he brought them all together. According to their own personal strengths, he began instructing them all in varying styles of the Dragon. Months later, he organized the very first tournament of fighters. He let his pupils fight until there was only one left.
When there was only one fighter left, the stranger stepped up. He put one hand behind his back, and beckoned for his student to come forward. After a short fight, the stranger defeated his pupil with one hand.
"Come back when you are ready. And teach what I have taught you." Those were the words that the stranger sent his students into the world with.
Years later, someone taught by one of the stranger's original pupils came to him.
"I want to prove my strength." The Elven Terran proclaimed.
"You will not win."
The battle began, and the stranger proved far more than a match for the Elven Terran. But, the Elven had more than a few tricks up his sleeve. As they fought, a hidden katana entered the fray. The stranger was caught off guard for a second, but recovered quickly. Quickly enough that a blow meant for his heart only managed to stab into his left arm. All feeling was cut off, leaving it lifeless.
The stranger, undaunted, fought back and defeated the Elven in honorable combat. He would not let that stand however, so the stranger disappeared from the battlefield before he was killed.
Now he has become nothing more than a myth, a legend. Only one person remembers the days where the stranger walked Terracon. And that person will always hold a grudge against the one-armed martial artist.. vowing to finish what he started all those years ago.
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