TheChoznSaint
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Alias: Jester
Real Name: Osiris McTavish
Age: 84
Gender: Male
Race: Fighter
Class: Special Forces (Retired)
Background: Extremely proficient in stealth, reconnaissance, espionage, and black title contract work. Not much else in known to most, other than that he can get most things done for the right price.
Social Status: Lone Traveler
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Yellow (Cybernetic implants)
Skin: Olive toned, usually grungy and dirty
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 380 lbs
Body Type: Athletic build with numerous mechanical adjustments and implants, including eyes and eye sockets, entire left arm with chest pieces, spine, lower skeleton, heart, lungs, and pieces of his brain.
Appearance: Usually dirty or dusty, with either a smoke in his hand or his mouth.
Attire: black combat boots, black cargo pants with holsters and pouches attached, a worn down Kevlar vest with visible bullet holes and repairs, a desert tan poncho worn down and torn with a hood draped over his head, and black aviators to hide his eyes
Personality: Years of being out in the fight has hardened his skin, and his emotions. He can be cold, calculated, and sometimes forgets that while he's more machine than human, he is still human. his emotional state varies, as he often battles inner demons due to his times at war.
Flaws: Osiris tends to think too logically, and often completely dismisses emotional inputs or reactions. He also has no real regard for others' lives, unless he's paid to do so.
Skills: close quarters combat, small arms and infantry training, some hacking and tech proficiencies, and field survival skills
Special Talents: Extremely proficient in stealth, reconnaissance, espionage, and black title contract work. Not much else in known to most, other than that he can get most things done for the right price.
Equipment: Custom variable battle rifle, custom .45 pistol, serrated steel combat knife
Backstory: Enlisted at a very young age, Osiris had dreams of becoming the next virtuous soldier. the embodiment of all that is good and patriotic. His aggressive inspiration and cutthroat mentality earned him placement with the infantry regiment, allowing him to thrive in a field of chaos and hell. It was short lived, as an ambush caught his unit by surprise and laid them to waste with bombardments of artillery and mortar fire. Divine luck would seem prevalent, as the same bombings caused massive burns and cauterized what was left of his body. rescue and cover fire swiftly came for their aid, with very few survivors returning home. He spent the next months spiraling as he knew his life was over, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. A special recon program came into light as he seemed an ideal candidate to them. A new line of biomechanical soldiers were in the works, and he was due to be their prototype. Replacing most of his body including his entire left arm and 12 of his ribs, along with his upper left chest and shoulder blade, his spine, and even going as far as replacing parts of his brain with cortex processors for faster neural connections to his robotic parts. his eyes were replaced with sensors to see in various ways, allowing him to see in night, infrared, electrical, and things like his own diagnostics. In the years since, he completed contract after contract with his new body, and rose back up the ranks as their next super soldier, only to be cast out and force retired when they no longer needed him. He roams the lands as a true mercenary looking for contracts to earn, bounties to be collected, or any of the more "exotic" deals, like shifting government officials or even assassinations.
Real Name: Osiris McTavish
Age: 84
Gender: Male
Race: Fighter
Class: Special Forces (Retired)
Background: Extremely proficient in stealth, reconnaissance, espionage, and black title contract work. Not much else in known to most, other than that he can get most things done for the right price.
Social Status: Lone Traveler
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Yellow (Cybernetic implants)
Skin: Olive toned, usually grungy and dirty
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 380 lbs
Body Type: Athletic build with numerous mechanical adjustments and implants, including eyes and eye sockets, entire left arm with chest pieces, spine, lower skeleton, heart, lungs, and pieces of his brain.
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Appearance: Usually dirty or dusty, with either a smoke in his hand or his mouth.
Attire: black combat boots, black cargo pants with holsters and pouches attached, a worn down Kevlar vest with visible bullet holes and repairs, a desert tan poncho worn down and torn with a hood draped over his head, and black aviators to hide his eyes
Personality: Years of being out in the fight has hardened his skin, and his emotions. He can be cold, calculated, and sometimes forgets that while he's more machine than human, he is still human. his emotional state varies, as he often battles inner demons due to his times at war.
Flaws: Osiris tends to think too logically, and often completely dismisses emotional inputs or reactions. He also has no real regard for others' lives, unless he's paid to do so.
Skills: close quarters combat, small arms and infantry training, some hacking and tech proficiencies, and field survival skills
Special Talents: Extremely proficient in stealth, reconnaissance, espionage, and black title contract work. Not much else in known to most, other than that he can get most things done for the right price.
Equipment: Custom variable battle rifle, custom .45 pistol, serrated steel combat knife
Backstory: Enlisted at a very young age, Osiris had dreams of becoming the next virtuous soldier. the embodiment of all that is good and patriotic. His aggressive inspiration and cutthroat mentality earned him placement with the infantry regiment, allowing him to thrive in a field of chaos and hell. It was short lived, as an ambush caught his unit by surprise and laid them to waste with bombardments of artillery and mortar fire. Divine luck would seem prevalent, as the same bombings caused massive burns and cauterized what was left of his body. rescue and cover fire swiftly came for their aid, with very few survivors returning home. He spent the next months spiraling as he knew his life was over, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. A special recon program came into light as he seemed an ideal candidate to them. A new line of biomechanical soldiers were in the works, and he was due to be their prototype. Replacing most of his body including his entire left arm and 12 of his ribs, along with his upper left chest and shoulder blade, his spine, and even going as far as replacing parts of his brain with cortex processors for faster neural connections to his robotic parts. his eyes were replaced with sensors to see in various ways, allowing him to see in night, infrared, electrical, and things like his own diagnostics. In the years since, he completed contract after contract with his new body, and rose back up the ranks as their next super soldier, only to be cast out and force retired when they no longer needed him. He roams the lands as a true mercenary looking for contracts to earn, bounties to be collected, or any of the more "exotic" deals, like shifting government officials or even assassinations.