Post by Nazgob Stark on May 5, 2009 2:58:56 GMT -5
Name: Nazgob Stark
Age: Seven
Race:
Fantasy Race Orc
Nationality: Was created in a lab in russia
Economic Class: Wealthy through his creator's fortune though he has no concept of the point or worth of currency
Gender Identity:Male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Political Belief: Dictatorship "The way I sees it, you can has all da fancy names and buttons ya want. Ya either gots da most cash, can out think or out muscle da rest and dat makes whoever is on top boss, see?"
Religious Belief: Agnostic "If someone can kill a god, it aint no god. So I figures we aint found da real thing yet"
Organization: Stark genetics ( a company started by his creator to discover and create various products on a gene level ranging from military to medicinal purposes)
Occupation: Genetic breakthrough discovery of Athan Stark, body guard
Skills: Physical strength: Created to be a soldier he is by nature stronger then normal man several times over and capable of shrugging off most wounds
"Keep yer book smarts, I gots orc cunning!": While not exactly a scholar he has a natural savage cunning and an almost instinctual grasp of warfare making him a very dangerous opponent when it comes to combat
"Ya hand it to me, Ill find some way to smash ya wif it!?": Although he has some basic knowledge of technology, while he could not explain how something works he can take to almost any piece of equipment, weaponry, and the like adapting it to his use. Furthermore his kind is on a genetic level capable of taking most forms of scrap and material and reconfigure it into a weapon
Weaknesses: Growing mentality: While clever in some senses his mind is not capable of grasping matters more complicated then fighting. His world is combat and anything beyond that tends to confuse and anger if he is unable to grasp it
A healthy green temper: While capable of keeping his cool when needed it doesn't take much to send him into a frothing rage. An insult at the wrong time, a playful punch mistaken as a challenge, confusion, and the biggest trigger - superior posturing
Brooding fits: Due to the developing mind and the constant input of information going through his head he is prone to bouts of brooding and may grow quickly distracted as he puzzles out the question on his mind
Powers
Weapon The Klaw: a device that fits over his hand, once he was brought from the bio-tube and observed by his creator. With various bits of metal he found and tore apart in the examination room they found the massive bladed claw gloved over his hand, and like everything else he made - could not for the life of them figure out how it was made
Bolt gun: Shaped like a sub-machine gun this was another hand crafted gun as he was given materials by his creator out of curiosity. Though it fires slightly slower then a machine gun a round will knock an average sized man off his feet.
Stark chopper: A massive cleaver allowed him by his indulgent 'father', this was a reward for passing several tests with flying colors. Given moderated access to a forge he melted down several collectors blades (to the dismay of his creator's colleague) and a few sentry turrets destroyed during the tests, smithed down into a jagged fear inspiring blade that is usually sheathed across his waist or back.
Appearance:
Personality: Although primal at heart he clearly tries to use his mind as best he can. While he has a rather simplistic view of the world he will stubbornly pursue anything he desires - even if it is trying to understand a topic. The only thing to seemingly soothe the display of strength and dominance has and always will be his creator to which he will behave almost child like before his 'father'
story: His life has not been a long one. The brain child of Athan Stark the third he began as a concept for a race of mass produced soldier, though this is rumored to not be the truth behind his reasoning. Funded through various means his father slaved away to find the material to create him. Successful Dr. Stark watched as the mass of green flesh took form slowly into the heavily muscled creature he is today.
Drawn from the cryo-tube he was immediately placed within the confines of a artificial environment and was watched twenty four seven. To his father's surprise he watched his creation roam about the makeshift environment taking slates of metal and bits of his surroundings off to a location hidden from the probing eyes of cameras.
After three days of no sightings of his creation no matter the scanning method Stark lead a team within to find his giant. Startled by a blood chilling roar he leapt from the foliage the massive claw hooked onto his arm. After ambushing one of the men who was searching from him crushing the man in the mechanical vice he was promptly embraced by the man he would look upon as a god and felt only surprise and pride as he heard the man murmur joyously "My son"
Continuing the research despite the continual disappearance of various supplies as he continued to build Stark raised his experiment like a large child arming him as his 'son' was obsessively protective of his creator. To this day he continues to follow the good doctor everywhere he can, continuously being shown off to the various sponsors and contractors who's funding allowed him to come into existence.
Age: Seven
Race:
Fantasy Race Orc
Nationality: Was created in a lab in russia
Economic Class: Wealthy through his creator's fortune though he has no concept of the point or worth of currency
Gender Identity:Male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Political Belief: Dictatorship "The way I sees it, you can has all da fancy names and buttons ya want. Ya either gots da most cash, can out think or out muscle da rest and dat makes whoever is on top boss, see?"
Religious Belief: Agnostic "If someone can kill a god, it aint no god. So I figures we aint found da real thing yet"
Organization: Stark genetics ( a company started by his creator to discover and create various products on a gene level ranging from military to medicinal purposes)
Occupation: Genetic breakthrough discovery of Athan Stark, body guard
Skills: Physical strength: Created to be a soldier he is by nature stronger then normal man several times over and capable of shrugging off most wounds
"Keep yer book smarts, I gots orc cunning!": While not exactly a scholar he has a natural savage cunning and an almost instinctual grasp of warfare making him a very dangerous opponent when it comes to combat
"Ya hand it to me, Ill find some way to smash ya wif it!?": Although he has some basic knowledge of technology, while he could not explain how something works he can take to almost any piece of equipment, weaponry, and the like adapting it to his use. Furthermore his kind is on a genetic level capable of taking most forms of scrap and material and reconfigure it into a weapon
Weaknesses: Growing mentality: While clever in some senses his mind is not capable of grasping matters more complicated then fighting. His world is combat and anything beyond that tends to confuse and anger if he is unable to grasp it
A healthy green temper: While capable of keeping his cool when needed it doesn't take much to send him into a frothing rage. An insult at the wrong time, a playful punch mistaken as a challenge, confusion, and the biggest trigger - superior posturing
Brooding fits: Due to the developing mind and the constant input of information going through his head he is prone to bouts of brooding and may grow quickly distracted as he puzzles out the question on his mind
Powers
Weapon The Klaw: a device that fits over his hand, once he was brought from the bio-tube and observed by his creator. With various bits of metal he found and tore apart in the examination room they found the massive bladed claw gloved over his hand, and like everything else he made - could not for the life of them figure out how it was made
Bolt gun: Shaped like a sub-machine gun this was another hand crafted gun as he was given materials by his creator out of curiosity. Though it fires slightly slower then a machine gun a round will knock an average sized man off his feet.
Stark chopper: A massive cleaver allowed him by his indulgent 'father', this was a reward for passing several tests with flying colors. Given moderated access to a forge he melted down several collectors blades (to the dismay of his creator's colleague) and a few sentry turrets destroyed during the tests, smithed down into a jagged fear inspiring blade that is usually sheathed across his waist or back.
Appearance:
Personality: Although primal at heart he clearly tries to use his mind as best he can. While he has a rather simplistic view of the world he will stubbornly pursue anything he desires - even if it is trying to understand a topic. The only thing to seemingly soothe the display of strength and dominance has and always will be his creator to which he will behave almost child like before his 'father'
story: His life has not been a long one. The brain child of Athan Stark the third he began as a concept for a race of mass produced soldier, though this is rumored to not be the truth behind his reasoning. Funded through various means his father slaved away to find the material to create him. Successful Dr. Stark watched as the mass of green flesh took form slowly into the heavily muscled creature he is today.
Drawn from the cryo-tube he was immediately placed within the confines of a artificial environment and was watched twenty four seven. To his father's surprise he watched his creation roam about the makeshift environment taking slates of metal and bits of his surroundings off to a location hidden from the probing eyes of cameras.
After three days of no sightings of his creation no matter the scanning method Stark lead a team within to find his giant. Startled by a blood chilling roar he leapt from the foliage the massive claw hooked onto his arm. After ambushing one of the men who was searching from him crushing the man in the mechanical vice he was promptly embraced by the man he would look upon as a god and felt only surprise and pride as he heard the man murmur joyously "My son"
Continuing the research despite the continual disappearance of various supplies as he continued to build Stark raised his experiment like a large child arming him as his 'son' was obsessively protective of his creator. To this day he continues to follow the good doctor everywhere he can, continuously being shown off to the various sponsors and contractors who's funding allowed him to come into existence.
