Lekris

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Name: Lekris

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: Lekris isn't usually the first person you'd lay eyes on, for one he's possibly the smallest person you'll see at a bar or any other significant place for that matter. He stands at 4ft 9 and has a fairly wiry frame to match. The only defining features that say otherwise to his size are his eyes, they are usually determined and set into a line that gives away his planning of his next move. His eyes are a dull grey and his hair hangs loosely around his ears, a pitch black.

Clothing of choice: Lekris doesn't usually have wacky ideas about clothes, he prefers the undefining and 'normal' clothes. You usually can't find him in anymore than a buttoned up short sleeved black shirt with a pair of long dark green cargo pants. His black ankle high leather boots aren't usually replaced with anything unless a situation calls for it. Lekris also has in his attire black fingerless gloves that serve for many purposes in his line of work. The only thing that is replaced when he goes into combat is his shirt, it is replaced with a sleeveless grey bulletproof vest that he doesn't feel the need to cover up with anything. That is if he hasn't already got it on.

Weaponry of choice:Explosives and hand-to-hand combat. Lekris carries his Panzerfaust 3 nearly everywhere he goes along with his two silver-lined punch daggers that he carries around his waist with polished leather sheaths. The sheaths themselves are only set to his right hand side for convinience. The missile launcher is usually slung to his back, no matter how heavy it may seem he spares nothing. He lives by these few words "better to have it and not need it than to not have it and need it". The spare shells are kept in an opposite case he carries around, that also has room for a couple of grenades and sticks of explosives. (yes I will add specific numbers into my signature)

Race: Human

Abilities: All of Lekris' abilities have something to do with explosives, if you give him something, anything guaranteed he can somehow make it explode with just that (unless ofcourse he shoves a dynamite stick into the plush teddy bear you just gave him). His abilities are pretty much said for in the explosives category but in feats such as strength and dexterity, well the strength part not so much but he makes up for his strength with his speed. He's probably the fastest person you'll ever see (unless you somehow come across the supernatural creatures XD) His speed could be compared to that of a low class vampire's but he never runs until it is absolutely necessary (places such as battlefields, the like). He is an excellent strategist if a situation calls for it but usually leaves the planning to his superior officers and/or employer.

Organization: freelancer for now I'll manually get him into an organisation

Personality:Lekris can be a bit grouchy at times and gets irritated and frustrated easily. Though he may get frustrated, as soon as someone tries to target that feeling it usually backfires on them, he's not so easily manipulated via that habit. He likes long quite strolls on the beach (hell who am I kidding he spends nearly all his time trying to find something new to blow up or how to blow up something). He has a nsty habit of randomly exclaiming that he's found out how to blow it up, in the middle of a conversation. Seriously and I mean seriously he never stops thinking about bombs, explosives etc etc. No matter how much it seems as if he's engaged in something he's still thinking of explosives. He is quite the boisterous person when it comes to drinking and trading stories and the like, though is usually in a quite corner somewhere. He's not phased by any sort of contact with a person he doesn't know. Lekris, despite all these habits and such is a very loyal person and would take any secret or loyalty to the grave.

Rank:pending

Biography:Lekris grew up south of london not much else has been said of his living conditions, but it has been said that it wa a quite town. At a young age, wasn't usually payed attention to. He didn't have any defining or outstanding personality traits that tore him apart from the rest of his schoolmates. He was just another quite kid there to learn. His grades weren't all that good, but then he spent too much time being preoccupied by family history. As it turns out, nearly all his 'male' family members had been taken in with conscription. The wars were what took his family apart from the rest. He never knew his father, all he from him was one simple letter and his medals after an 'accident'. As it was described to him ofcourse, he's never heard the full story but he's not too sure that he wants to. His brother was his idol, he could almost be described as his brothers personal shadow. He absolutely adored his brother and would do anything or try anything that his brother did. Lekris continued all this up until the age of 14, when his brother turned into just another face for conscription.

Lekris was outraged, he even went as far as to try and kill one of the commanding officers. He had afterwards been recorded as 'mentally ill' at the ime of the incident and therefore had no control over his actions. The thought was disputed over and over again, though the same answer would always rear it's head. Through a few pulled strings by 'unknown' family members, the thought was dropped from such a high decree that the subjext wasn't spoken even in whispers at stages. Though with such a background with the armed forces it was no surprise that he fell victim to conscription at the age of 18. He never did have a good reputation with his other comrades, but he thought to himself always "they can talk all they want behind my back because they're in the right position to kiss my ass". Few comrades ever knew the full story apart from the fact that he had assaulted a commanding officer even before he was brought in. Few however did see the truth for what it was, that's how he came across his best friend 'Dean'. They were inseperable, almost like his older brother (he never did find out his brothers fate, he was assumed dead). Through many tests that his group were given (many that involved the killing of an enemy or otherwise) they realzed all their strengths and weaknesses. Lekris ended up being the explosives specialist (really cheesy but meh) while his other comrades recieved different roles such as: interrogator, infiltrator blah blah blah etc etc.

During Lekris' first actual war he was involved in the worst thing happened that was possible. Dean died, not soon after, Lekris deserted. He became a wanted man, it was told that he lived under many an alias while underground. He became a well known war criminal. He had had enough of everyone he ever knew being dead or a lost war hero or something of the like. He did take minor actians such as attacking head offices, sabotaging supply lines. All in all though he was chucking a pebble in a waterfall. Lekris felt pathetic, and in the most recent leveling of his childhood home, it being completely obliterated by the knights of the damned. He vowed he would find those responsible. Through many atempts at getting information on how or what caused it he has become aware of the 'supernatural creatures'.

RP sample: Lekris ran through the midst of all the yelling and sprays of dirt rising up to meet his face. The sheels were coming down from the top of the walls, he had to get rid of them if he wanted his comrades to survive much longer. He had heard atleast a few yelps or screams from behind him, he feared to look back to find one of his friends in the dirt with half his face blown off. He swore he woudn't let another soul back there die in the next few seconds. Lekris reared up and skidded to a halt, his panzerfaust already with a dead aim on the turret atop the wall. That was the main cannon, f*&# you b****es! Lekris sent the missile on its way. He had already let the launcher fall to waist height and he ran for the nearest cover he could find. Which conveniently turned out to be an enemie's hiding spot. Oh ofcourse it would be just my luck right...? Lekris's train of thought stopped dead as a roaring filled his ears and bits of debris started to fall about him. His cheek opened up as a bit of metal slid along it, his vision went a slight red even as he ducked behind the cover, enemy or no he woudn't be torn apart by falling debris.

His fears were quelled though as he looked to his feet, the dead soldier with a large piece of metal sticking out his chest gurgling out his life-blood. Cover 'ain't as good as it seems then... Lekris looked back up to the now gaping hole atop the wall. The shells had stopped hammering down on his comrades, but more than a few of his lay dead now, no thanks to him and his reckless manouver. Some lay with bits of metal protruding from various limbs or others without some noteable limbs. Fuck! Lekris knew if he sat for too long to be pissed off about it he would be of no more use to the onslaught on the gate. Hopefully they've had better luck... Lekris thought to sqaud 3 who had to take down the east gate while squad 2 (being his squad) had to take this one down in order for sqaud 1 to go through the middle and shutdown the operation. What operation he would never know but he didn't need specifics on something that didn't concern him. All that he needed was his pay and he'd keep blowing things up 'til sundown.

Enemy soldiers were now running up and down the length of the gate trying to maintain things to a calm level. There were fires catching onto supply crates nearby which followed in more explosions, All the other turrets were quickly unmanned as the cowardly soldiers ran for their lives, the few that were brave enough to keep hammering away at the turret were quickly picked off by a few bursts of quick fire from his comrades. It was about the time the last soldier was taken out that he heard the thumping, his cheek still hurt and his arm had gone numb but he sure as hell wasn't the only person who heard it. The trees parted on the far side of the gate as it made way for a old black Huey Cobra chopper. Lekris curesed under his breath before trying to find a way to take it down and quick, he could have tried taking it down with his panzer but he didn't want to risk missing. Jack! Take out the driver! he called out to to the young sniper in their team. Let's just bloody hope it isn't bulletproof glass...

The lone thumping was parted by a sound akin to the cracking of a whip, the helicopter's cockpit was met with a spray of blood before the chopper started to sway on the spot, obviously having no control it would have to go down somewhere. Lekris slung his launcher onto his back and went back to get hs case. Having a few charges left in it, he might just have enough explosive power to take down the gate. Ofcourse if he targeted the weak spot in the gate it would be enough...

Two days earlier...
Lekris walked casually through the double doors that led into one of the biggest lobby's he'd ever seen. He didn't pause to admire as he had already crossed half the size of the room over to the elevators. He didn't have time for petty views, Lekris punched in the number for the top level and the dors closed with a soft thump. The soft music was enough to keep him occupied until he reached the level, his mind was going ten by the dozen as he ran through all his notes and thinking back to the newest grenade he'd been working on. If it worked he'd be able to make close to 50 pure silver needles out of it in every direction, the wire...Lekris tapped on the large oak door in front of him. His suit changed his whole demeanour, the black he didn't mind it was just the neatness that irritated him. All in the name of appearing professional... Lekris raised his upper lip in disgust. He absolutely hated the suit...the door opened to reveal a long table full of government 'dogs'.

Mr Haller... Lekris managed a slight nod before walking closest table edge. The man he seemed to address turned and closed his eyes in a pathetic attempt of acknowledgement. He shrugged off any ill feeling he might have had toward the man before he had entered. Mr Lekris? I believe? Your name doesn't matter, Mr 'Haller' turned to the guy on Lekris's right and made a small gesture. A file was slapped infront of Lekris, In there is everything you need to know regarding to what we spoke of earlier on the phone, If you have any problems with it don't hesitate to call my asisstant unless ofcourse you can improvise or sort it out yourself. Good day... The guy's voice droned on before he walked away from the table, wanting no further contact with the mercenary. Lekris sat there for a while, allowing the rest of the men and women to gather their things and go off on their way. Obviously their meeting having finished just as Lekris had gotten there.

Lekris stood and walked right over to the private elevator the Haller was just about to enter.He stuck his arm across the doorway to the elevator Mr Haller, a moment if you would? Haller blinked as if he hadn't expected Lekris to have the audacity to deter him from entering. I'm sorry Lekris, but if it isn't important then... Oh I'm quite sure this may interest you to a certain degree. Haller blinked as he was interrupted again, Interest? you give rats ass about my interest? Haller snapped. Do you...? Lekris walked away not bothering about the insults he was being thrown, he'd already done his background checks. Mr 'Haller', didn't exist and was just another puppet in the chain of command. The had been rigged, he didn't know who all he knew was that he could have saved him if not for the guy's 'pompuous ass' attitude. Lekris walked back to the car waitng for him.

ready for voting...

Appearance feels kind of skimpy to me. Also, you realize the Penguin is 4'11'', right? You are shorter than the Penguin.

Why was he drafted if he tried to kill an officer? For that matter, why is he not in jail? I also don't believe the military would draft out every man from a single family, especially one who could be considered a midget.

yeh i suppose the size is a bit exaggerated i might change that to a little higher XD. Too true on your other point though, I might keep it like that though to sort of show a little of his character I'll just add a little more description. as always thanks for the input

I feel I have elaborated accordingly enjoy...

Wait, wait, wait, now it's worse. So he's classified as insane, but has some shadowy extended family with the power to erase that ruling and the entire attempted murder from his record. I don't...how does...

Ridl wrote:

Wait, wait, wait, now it's worse. So he's classified as insane, but has some shadowy extended family with the power to erase that ruling and the entire attempted murder from his record. I don't...how does...

whole male side of his family conscription. Atleast one of them has gotta survive right? classified as mentally ill doesnt necessarily mean insane it could mean that he was being influenced by the loss of his brother (the intention) and not in his own mind at the time

Regardless, why would they send him into battle when they knew full well he wasn't in the right mind to be holding a gun around the very people he was trying to kill?

he tried to kill one person...he was pissed off at the time that his brother had been taken from him...he got over it by the time he got into the army (though he was still pissed off about it...)

I did say at the time of the incident did I not?