Post by Elliot Rios on Oct 19, 2008 15:07:02 GMT -6
Name: Elliot Rios.
Alias: Goes by last name, Rios.
Age: 42
Species: Human
Location: Hunter Guild's Residential Quarters
Appearance: Rios is a large man. Standing 6'9", he has arms thicker then a baby's belly and weighs easily 400. Unarmored. In full gear, he weighs around 500-550 lbs. Under the mask, he has a rock like jaw, thick scars along the lower left of his face from past missions. Under the armor, theres a few tattoos, one of them, stretching in a curved arc between his shoulders, reads the names of his family members and the date of their deaths. On his right Triceps is a tattoo of a bleeding heart and encircling his left wrist is the phrase 'Only the dead have seen the end of war.'
The mask of his Centurion shock-troop armor is black with a 'grim reminder' of the pain he received when he got the scars that lay under the details on the mask. The shoulder pads of the armor have, written on the bottom of the black pad in white, 'SSC'. Over his chest, theres a series of folds that increase the durability and flexibility of the armor aswell as a series of pouches that hold various objects. On his left shoulder, facing down wards, is the handle of his most beloved melee weapon. A Combat Shiv.
i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll104/nexus19/003.jpg(His mask)
Occupation: Hunters Guild, Leader and Founder of SSC Branch.
Personality:
Rios is one who finds a sort of dark humor in almost anything. In his line of work he kinda needs it. He almost never dose a mission alone, usually he is there with one other, the other founder of SSC, Salem. And these two constantly trip each other, punch, bad talk, etc in a friendly-ish manner.
'When things are at their worst, We are at our best' is the motto he and the few other SSC Operatives live by. Their senses seem to sharpen as they are shot at. From time to time, he feels that he is invincible. This is a lie, yes, but when his adrenalin starts to pump, he gets a significantly larger boost of power then the average man.
Equipment: Centurion Shock-Troop Armor - Compleat with gloves, Custom helmet, belt, Vest, Pants, Boots etc.
Air Filtration Inplant - He had an air filtration system intagrated into his body, pumping air into and out of his lungs when he is surrounded by deathly gasses or under water. It works similer to a (Present Day) Re-Breather used by Navy Seals and other military branches that use water to aproach and leave a place.
Advanced Modular Tac. Vest - Enables a varity of items to be attached to the vest, where the wearer, Rios, wishes.
Armaments: U-255 Machine Pistol, U-267 Combat Pistol, U-271 Squad Automatic Weapon, Combat Shiv
Ship: Imperialists
Family: None that are still alive.
History:
'Rios? He's a genius. His parents were both in the military, father was a ranger, mother was a medic. Neither had a time to spend, one of them wasn't even in the same Dome as him. Only his mother had watched him grow. But she was off tending to all the wounded that continued to pop up that she was lucky to see him asleep.' Commander Shepard said, smiling kindly to the private before her who asked who the large man in a mask was.
'After they left earth, he got seperated from his mother aswell. After reaching their new home, he got word that something had happened, i'm unsure on what, he never told me, but something had happened to the ship his mother was on and it either blew up or didn't make it off of earth. He had managed to survive on his own, stealing when he could from time to time untill my brother, Salem, brough him home and my father adopted him.'
'What made him so cold and why dose he ingore you alot.' Private Ota asks, watching as Rios dissapears around the corner.
'He is just watching out, i guess. Says he keeps away because he dosn't want to get any more attached to me then he already is. And he dosn't want me to get much more attached to him. But one of the first few things he did after father adopted him was he began to train as a soilder along side Salem and myself. Even then, he was cold and rude. He was the first to join the Hunters Guild out of my family after it was created. Soon folowed by salem. Both of them, just 2 years ago, they pooled their money together and purchased the Imperialists you see out there,' she points out one of the windows, 'and started the small fraction in the guild known as SSC. The Silver Serpents Coalition. It's a small group of guys, like him, that do some of the nastiest jobs for anyone.'
Roleplay Sample:
This is years ago, mind you. This takes place before he started his own segment of the hunters guild.
Lowering the assault rifle to rest against his chest, Rios quickly takes off at a run towards the two men who had taken up a place as snipers in a building. He had managed to get in himself and he was going to dispose of them in his own fassion. Fuck the orders he was given. Grabbing the first man's head in both of his hands, he drags the man backwards slightly before slaming the shocked man's face into the window sill. Before the other sniper even knew what had happened, Rios leaped at him, ran him through the wall and then quickly sunk his thumbs deep into the man's eyesockets. Over the radio, he could hear his friend, Salem, gloating to the others, saying that they only wish they had skills like that.
Smiling behind his mask, he withdraws his thumbs from the eyesockets and pushes himself up to his feet, whiping his thumbs on the dead man's uniform.Just out of his left, he heard a clicking and then a shakey voice.
'D-Don't m-m-move!'Slowly turning to face the man, he quickly gauges the distance between him and the shaking man, the weapon the man had, and an estmated guess on how quickly the trigger could be pulled. With a growing, hidden, smile, Rios takes two quick steps forward and stops, testing the man's reaction. Not good enough. Leaning to the left, his arm raised, he makes note of the shot passing by him then swiftly stops, pushes against his inerta and leans to the right, ducking his left shoulder down as another shot rings past before he finally throws himself forward, punches the broad side of the rifle so that it would no longer be aimed at him, grabs it with his other to be sure the cowering soilder didn't manage to twist it back between them.
'And they call you trained professionals.' he says with a chuckle afterwards as he brings his free hand around and hooks the man square in the jaw. Continueing with the flow, he spins around and slames the heel of his left boot into the base of the man's neck. Dropping the now ownerless gun, he turns around and heads towards the large opening that was the sniper's nest end drops down to the roof of a building two storys below, rolling to soften the fall, before doing the same onto the empty street as the others come running, cheering.
Alias: Goes by last name, Rios.
Age: 42
Species: Human
Location: Hunter Guild's Residential Quarters
Appearance: Rios is a large man. Standing 6'9", he has arms thicker then a baby's belly and weighs easily 400. Unarmored. In full gear, he weighs around 500-550 lbs. Under the mask, he has a rock like jaw, thick scars along the lower left of his face from past missions. Under the armor, theres a few tattoos, one of them, stretching in a curved arc between his shoulders, reads the names of his family members and the date of their deaths. On his right Triceps is a tattoo of a bleeding heart and encircling his left wrist is the phrase 'Only the dead have seen the end of war.'
The mask of his Centurion shock-troop armor is black with a 'grim reminder' of the pain he received when he got the scars that lay under the details on the mask. The shoulder pads of the armor have, written on the bottom of the black pad in white, 'SSC'. Over his chest, theres a series of folds that increase the durability and flexibility of the armor aswell as a series of pouches that hold various objects. On his left shoulder, facing down wards, is the handle of his most beloved melee weapon. A Combat Shiv.
i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll104/nexus19/003.jpg(His mask)
Occupation: Hunters Guild, Leader and Founder of SSC Branch.
Personality:
Rios is one who finds a sort of dark humor in almost anything. In his line of work he kinda needs it. He almost never dose a mission alone, usually he is there with one other, the other founder of SSC, Salem. And these two constantly trip each other, punch, bad talk, etc in a friendly-ish manner.
'When things are at their worst, We are at our best' is the motto he and the few other SSC Operatives live by. Their senses seem to sharpen as they are shot at. From time to time, he feels that he is invincible. This is a lie, yes, but when his adrenalin starts to pump, he gets a significantly larger boost of power then the average man.
Equipment: Centurion Shock-Troop Armor - Compleat with gloves, Custom helmet, belt, Vest, Pants, Boots etc.
Air Filtration Inplant - He had an air filtration system intagrated into his body, pumping air into and out of his lungs when he is surrounded by deathly gasses or under water. It works similer to a (Present Day) Re-Breather used by Navy Seals and other military branches that use water to aproach and leave a place.
Advanced Modular Tac. Vest - Enables a varity of items to be attached to the vest, where the wearer, Rios, wishes.
Armaments: U-255 Machine Pistol, U-267 Combat Pistol, U-271 Squad Automatic Weapon, Combat Shiv
Ship: Imperialists
Family: None that are still alive.
History:
'Rios? He's a genius. His parents were both in the military, father was a ranger, mother was a medic. Neither had a time to spend, one of them wasn't even in the same Dome as him. Only his mother had watched him grow. But she was off tending to all the wounded that continued to pop up that she was lucky to see him asleep.' Commander Shepard said, smiling kindly to the private before her who asked who the large man in a mask was.
'After they left earth, he got seperated from his mother aswell. After reaching their new home, he got word that something had happened, i'm unsure on what, he never told me, but something had happened to the ship his mother was on and it either blew up or didn't make it off of earth. He had managed to survive on his own, stealing when he could from time to time untill my brother, Salem, brough him home and my father adopted him.'
'What made him so cold and why dose he ingore you alot.' Private Ota asks, watching as Rios dissapears around the corner.
'He is just watching out, i guess. Says he keeps away because he dosn't want to get any more attached to me then he already is. And he dosn't want me to get much more attached to him. But one of the first few things he did after father adopted him was he began to train as a soilder along side Salem and myself. Even then, he was cold and rude. He was the first to join the Hunters Guild out of my family after it was created. Soon folowed by salem. Both of them, just 2 years ago, they pooled their money together and purchased the Imperialists you see out there,' she points out one of the windows, 'and started the small fraction in the guild known as SSC. The Silver Serpents Coalition. It's a small group of guys, like him, that do some of the nastiest jobs for anyone.'
Roleplay Sample:
This is years ago, mind you. This takes place before he started his own segment of the hunters guild.
Lowering the assault rifle to rest against his chest, Rios quickly takes off at a run towards the two men who had taken up a place as snipers in a building. He had managed to get in himself and he was going to dispose of them in his own fassion. Fuck the orders he was given. Grabbing the first man's head in both of his hands, he drags the man backwards slightly before slaming the shocked man's face into the window sill. Before the other sniper even knew what had happened, Rios leaped at him, ran him through the wall and then quickly sunk his thumbs deep into the man's eyesockets. Over the radio, he could hear his friend, Salem, gloating to the others, saying that they only wish they had skills like that.
Smiling behind his mask, he withdraws his thumbs from the eyesockets and pushes himself up to his feet, whiping his thumbs on the dead man's uniform.Just out of his left, he heard a clicking and then a shakey voice.
'D-Don't m-m-move!'Slowly turning to face the man, he quickly gauges the distance between him and the shaking man, the weapon the man had, and an estmated guess on how quickly the trigger could be pulled. With a growing, hidden, smile, Rios takes two quick steps forward and stops, testing the man's reaction. Not good enough. Leaning to the left, his arm raised, he makes note of the shot passing by him then swiftly stops, pushes against his inerta and leans to the right, ducking his left shoulder down as another shot rings past before he finally throws himself forward, punches the broad side of the rifle so that it would no longer be aimed at him, grabs it with his other to be sure the cowering soilder didn't manage to twist it back between them.
'And they call you trained professionals.' he says with a chuckle afterwards as he brings his free hand around and hooks the man square in the jaw. Continueing with the flow, he spins around and slames the heel of his left boot into the base of the man's neck. Dropping the now ownerless gun, he turns around and heads towards the large opening that was the sniper's nest end drops down to the roof of a building two storys below, rolling to soften the fall, before doing the same onto the empty street as the others come running, cheering.