Futuristic BioRevolt

[Illusionus]

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Name:


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Personality:


Abilities (if any):


Weapons of Choice (if any):


Coliseum Prisoner, War-Bound, Normal Rebel, Escapee Rebel:


Experiment (try to make it somewhat realistic):


Experiment Number (gets tattooed somewhere on their body):


Bio:

Name: Brice Korealo
Gender: Male


Age: 17


Appearance: midnight blue hoodie, blue t-shirt, blue pants, two black sheaths on the back of his pants that hold his katars, black shoes, teal eyes, black somewhat spiky hair with a dark blue lightning shaped streak on the front , a thin lightning shaped scar on the right side of his neck with a tattoo of the number 84 under it


Personality: Brice used to keep to business matters and tried not to dwell on his life outside of his missions. Now that he's met so many wonderful people in the rebellion, he's become a new person. He really likes to play with the rebels and loves to help orient the brand new members. When he's on missions he becomes a cool, calm and collected, serious guy who wants to get the job done in order to help people he knows. While he's not on a mission he tends to spend most of his time either training, helping out new members of the rebellion, or in mission briefings.


Abilities (if any): he can manipulate electricity, absorb it from any local source, charge any local source, and the electricity that he manipulates turns a dark shade of blue


Weapon of Choice (if any): twin katars that can channel his electricity


Coliseum Prisoner, War-bound, Normal Rebel, Escapee Rebel: Escapee Rebel


Experiment (try to make it somewhat realistic): a small electrical generator has been attached to his heart and electromagnets in his fingers


Experiment Number (gets tattooed somewhere on their body): #84


Bio: When Brice was young he was diagnosed with a rare heart disease that kept his heart from beating properly and was not supposed to live past the age of three. An agency received word of this and offered Brice's parents a treatment to which they graciously accepted. They took Brice to a medical facility and his parents never saw him again.


At the medical facility they conducted tests and experiments on him. They attached a small electrical generator to his heart and electromagnets in his fingers. Although this did cure him of his ailment, he gained the ability to manipulate and absorb electricity from any source.


When he was able to fully control his abilities he was sent off to fight in wars for natural resources. As he was being sent out, the convoy transporting him was attacked by a group of rebels. He was taken back to their underground base in a nearby, abandoned region, and informed of what was going on in the world. He now fights for the Rebellion of the warlords.

 

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Name: "Nightmare"


Gender: Male


Age: Unknown, Assumed an Adult however.


Appearance: Appears to be some sort of large (6"10), violently twitching, shaking, hunched over, metal werewolf pincushion thing with seemingly hundreds of blades sticking out from it's back with another 12 knives out of it's chest and belly. With Dangerously sharp claws on the Hands to match. A multitude of the blades have "573" printed on them.

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Face mask and muzzle seem to be fitted for some sorts of life support system with Triscope vision on the left left and a large, glassy red eye on the right side. Two exhaust pipes jut out from the sides of the mask constantly spewing a black smoke.


A fluffy, brown, fur like hair going down the neck and back into the armor.


The rest of the Body is covered in head to toe heavy metal armor,


With 12 10 inch knives implanted on the front of the body and a entire array of 20 30 inch blades jutting out from all over the back.


Each of these are easily detachable and re-attachable from the size of the slots.


It's Assumed the Biological arms and legs were augmented or replaced in some way, likely hiding more blades within as the creature sports Digi-grade legs and powerful, sharp claws for hands.

Personality: Demented, Tortured, Fairly Irrational, Belligerent, Highly unstable and explosive.


Nightmare is always seen visibly shaking and twitching, quite usually making all those blades sticking in him rattle, indicating he is highly sensitive and Alert as well.


Abilities (if any): Precision Aiming with throwing objects and spears, Very strong, and otherwise Armored head to toe. However struggles to get to point A to point B with how cumbersome and heavy he was.


Able to emit a deafening, screechy, Robotic howl that can be heard for several miles, primarily whenever he kills his target or is warning them of their impending Death.


Weapon of Choice (if any): His clawed hands, as well as the many blades sticking out from his body, usually taking either one or two out during close range combat to use as swords or knives.


Usually uses the longer blades from his back as long ranged throwing spears.


Typing Color:

Low, grumbly, screechy Red, with lots of heavy breathing, groans, howls and moans of Black.

Colosseum Prisoner, War-Bound, Rebel, "Escapee" Rebel: Other: Nightmare was originally intended as a War-Bound behemoth out on the front lines, however, due to his escape and several massacres and still counting, He considers himself a rebel of the nation since his primary targets were anybody who are affiliated to his creation... Although he is not officially PART of the rebellion just quite yet.


Experiment (try to make it somewhat realistic):

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573, or otherwise known as "Nightmare" is the horrendous, disastrous result of trying to create a Giant Attack Dog Ninja Cyborg that was hot potato-ed between a series of different Doctors and Scientists.


The poor man who became Nightmare has been long since forgotten after copious amounts of drugs, pain killers, sedatives and muscle relaxers were used to keep the ragging beast subdued while a number of Doctors and Scientists constantly bickered, altered, and changed Nightmare into what he was today.


Initially the 573 experiment was meant to create a sentient attack dog for use in war, but initial experiments and tests proved extremely dangerous for those who worked on Nightmare as the man turned beast became dramatically more aggressive as more of his genes were altered and morphed into a large, screaming werewolf.


Fearing for their safety, the first team assigned to Nightmare tossed him to another group, which quickly led to the next group and the next, each of them changing the initial project idea and trying to make use of what they had received. From a giant attack dog, To a tank werewolf, and eventually handed to idiots who tried to make him a Cyborg ninja.


Although partially successful in the sense they were able to train the abomination that was Nightmare to use swords and knives, and throw them like spears and ninja stars with high perscision accuracy with the help of some needles and wires to the eyes.


However when the experiment called to increase Nightmare's agility and speed with adrenaline mixtures to, reportedly "make him more ninja like," ended the project in bloody disaster.


Consumed by a now eternal pain with hatred and fiery rage which had been built over several years, Nightmare escaped, going on a bloody and murderous rampage brutally shredding apart or impaling every person he could find responsible or connected that were involved with his creation.


No doubtingly also destroying or freeing several other experiments in the rampage before his escape.

Experiment Number (gets tattooed somewhere on their body): 573


Short Bio: The poor sod who once was Nightmare has long since disappeared or died away, the only memories of his long years in experimentation leave Nightmare with nothing but pain, fury, and a lust for blood of those guilty.


After the extremely bloody rampage of his escape, Nightmare's been on a constant quest for the lives of those who were even remotely connected or responsible for his creation after slaughtering the initial teams. One such way to achieve this was through the rebellion, which he currently seeks to join forces with to get closer to his targets.


Additional:

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Nightmare also seems to appear to be addicted and dependent to any sorts of pain killers and muscle relaxers he can find and get his claws on.


Claiming: "They're the only other thing in this wretched world that alleviate my eternal pain other then the innards and blood of those responsible for me splattered violently on the walls and my blades."


This is especially apparent when he isn't twitching or shaking as violently as he normally does.


He also seems to have a certain fondness to 1940's post war era music as well, always found listening to some of the older songs and Jazz music whenever trying to relax or distract himself.


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[Mooalally]

DONE


Name: Symeon Marcus Eli, referred to as Hock


Gender: Male


Age: 42


Appearance:

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Bio: Symeon led a pretty normal life, being raised well by his parents, going to a good school and getting decent grades. What went wrong, however, was when he failed to find the motivation to hold down a job. He found that he simply couldn't be tied down to one thing, no matter what it was. So he decided to put his business sense to good use and started selling "magic tonics" and such to the unsuspecting and those who believed in self-medicating.


They would spend thousands after hearing his propaganda on the stuff, when in reality it was simply water from a nearby river and food coloring. His business would've failed at the start if not for a few lucky cases where the placebo effect stepped in and actually cured a man's grandfather of his insanity. From then on, the old man would preach about Symeon's potions and how effective they were, and, naturally, a few other people started reporting effects as well. Most didn't feel anything, however, and the greedy businessman simply told them to buy more. He grew rich and fat off of this money, but it didn't go well when a corrupt official decided to stop by and buy all of his stock in an effort to save his dying wife. The doctors had no idea what she was afflicted with, but they knew that it would most likely prove to be fatal because she was already in a comatose state. The official was desperate and force fed his wife the potion, and, predictably, it did absolutely nothing. She died the next day, and he went back to Symeon to jail him and accuse him of poisoning his wife. The evidence was all very incriminating, but he plead insanity. The judge decided to sentence him with a 5 year visit to an insane asylum, where they secretly experimented and tortured Symeon, with the official watching over it all.


Symeon became the new "court jester," and would sit next to the nation's great leader as a pet. People would ridicule him and mock him, and he was forced to take it as punishment. No one suspected that Symeon had been turned into this monstrosity, as his parents had both passed away years ago and no one loved him. He was now Hock.


When the revolt started, it was natural that Hock would want to join up, as he had grown to resent the nation and everything it stood for. He would put his smarts towards getting revenge to what they did to him.


Personality: Symeon is a very cowardly man, and will not go into a fight by himself. He knows that even if he did summon the bravery to charge into battle, he would be useless, or not as useful as he would be at the backline, managing the army and providing tactical instructions. He's intelligent enough to realize both former and latter. He's a very charming man, if you can get past his appearance, and can convince most people to do most anything; experience he got from his life as a swindler. He doesn't have a temper however because it was chiseled down when he was being insulted every single day, and they would punish him if he grew too wild. So he was forced to sit and be humble, whether he liked it or not, an instinct that still prevails.


Abilities (if any): Charismatic, above average intelligence


Weapons of Choice (if any): Fists, voice


Coliseum Prisoner, War-Bound, Normal Rebel, Escapee Rebel: Escapee Rebel


Experiment (try to make it somewhat realistic): Sewed a pig head onto his normal body, deformed his body with rings and scars


Experiment Number (gets tattooed somewhere on their body): 230