Post by Eclipse on Oct 2, 2007 16:28:54 GMT -5
Character’s Name: Michael Hunter
Character’s Nickname/Title: Leader of Evolution, Olympia City Division, Eclipse (Guyver Codename)
Character’s Gender: Male
Character’s Age: 29
Character’s Appearance: Short, dark brown, slightly messy hair, blue eyes.
Character’s Alignment: Evolution
Character's Race: Guyver
Character’s History: Michael joined the military after leaving school and was later recruited in the SAS (Special Air Services) and lived a relatively normal life until X day. Like many in the military he fought the monsters, some of which had posed as his friends, but it was losing battle. After only a day the world governments gave up or were killed, followed by the army. Some kept fighting or went into hiding but Michael didn't, he knew that would do no good. After the take over Chronos still kept some of the law enforcement and Military around for security, and when they offered them the ability to transform into Zoanoids, most took it right away. The smart ones declined however, remembering that these were the monsters that they fought on X day. Michael was one of them and for six months he tried to work with them and take orders from Chronos but in the end he couldn't do it any more a quit. After that he started to gather allies, people in and out on Chronos that didn't trust them and believed that the were up to something, while at the same time staying low so as not to appear on Chronos radar.
When Zeus Thunderbolts started attacking chronos he was a glad but a little suspicious of their leader. His suspicions proved right when he heard that a Guyver that was linked to the group had attacked in Japan and America, kill innocent people in the process.
It was nearly a year and a half after X day that he had been contacted by Evolution, who had heard about him from someone else they recruited and wanted him for his skills and experience. He joined nearly immediately and was sent to Olympia city, where he joined the attack on the dig sight and helped destroy the ship.
The unit he was with had heard that a smaller camp had been set up that they were protecting something. They waited until nightfall then attacked the camp, however they soon found them selves out matched by the Zoanoids, until a explosion rocked the camp ground. Michael jumped behind a bush a leaned against a tree, checking to see if any of his unit had been injured when a glint caught his eye. He turned a could barely see a shape so he crawled toward it, and saw that the glint was from a hexagonal object with a metal sphere in the middle, it was a G Unit. He picked it up but couldn't examine it further, as a Gregole had just knocked aside the tree behind him. Michael turned around and raised his rifle but the unit reacted quicker, its medal glowing and the armour encasing it opening, and the next thing Michael saw was blackness, his body covered in tendrils and something pushing into his brain. He remembered dropping his rifle, then nothing, the waking in the middle of a battle field that had once been the camp. Fires dotted the area and there was a large blast pattern going away from him straight a head. He sense movement behind him but he didn't know how, and new that it was one of his men, injured. He ran to the soldier seeing surprise across his face and Michael reached for him and noticed his arm. It was cover in Grey armour with a blade that extended from his fore arm near his elbow, he looked at his other arm and noticed that in had two cuts in it. He wondered where the others where and instantly his senses expanded and he knew the locations of his remaining men and that someone else was injured. He felt movement behind him and blocked an attack from a Zoanoid, his arm braced against the fist of the monster and Michael found no difficulty holding it back. He swung with his other arm and punched it in the head, feeling bone breaking beneath his knuckles, and sent it spiralling away. It got back up and Michael reached for his side arm but only felt his armoured leg, forgetting that he was the weapon now, and felt a strange sensation at his forehead. A beam shot for above him and pierced the Zoanoids head, hitting the tree behind, and it fell dead to the floor. Michael turned back to his injured ally, who still had surprise and a little fear etched across his face, and reached for his radio, but again only finding the organic armour where his ear should be.
[glow=white,2,300]"Tell the other to retreat and meet back a base."[/glow]
His voice seemed distorted, almost as if it was synthesized.
"Michael? that was you Killing all those Zoanoids."
[glow=white,2,300]"Yeah, its me, sort of. Quickly tell the others, I'll help you get there."[/glow]
He was about to pick him up when he saw a familiar glint in a bush and stepped forward to investigate. Next to a broken crate were three other units. Michael knew that he had to get them away from here immediately, so he quickly placed them in to the soldiers backpack, picked him up and took off toward the other injured man. When he reached him, Michael didn't bother explaining, he just flung the soldier over his shoulder and ran for the meeting point. When they arrived the other stared at him, but he was just concerned about getting back into the city un-noticed and that would be hard with the way he was. But as that thought went through his mind, the armour suddenly jumped from his body a vanished behind him. He checked his sidearm and radio and found that they were there and working, picked up the bag with the other units and headed back to the city with the others.
After that he quickly became head of Evolution for the city, and the scientists there were eager to study him and his abilities, however he was reluctant to use the Guyver, unless it was against a Zoanoid or worse, and was unsure what to do with the other units. Finally he decided that he would give them to people he found worthy and trusting, if only to minimise the risk of Chronos getting them.
Character’s Personality: Loyal, disciplined, with a high morals, but has a bit of a dark side that he only uses in combat. Has a sarcastic sense of humour.
Character’s Strengths & Flaws: Trained in close combats and is an elite soldier, but he will not attack innocent civilians even if ordered to.
Character’s Weapons: Other than the Guyver he has a combat knife and a pistol.
Character’s Nickname/Title: Leader of Evolution, Olympia City Division, Eclipse (Guyver Codename)
Character’s Gender: Male
Character’s Age: 29
Character’s Appearance: Short, dark brown, slightly messy hair, blue eyes.
Character’s Alignment: Evolution
Character's Race: Guyver
Character’s History: Michael joined the military after leaving school and was later recruited in the SAS (Special Air Services) and lived a relatively normal life until X day. Like many in the military he fought the monsters, some of which had posed as his friends, but it was losing battle. After only a day the world governments gave up or were killed, followed by the army. Some kept fighting or went into hiding but Michael didn't, he knew that would do no good. After the take over Chronos still kept some of the law enforcement and Military around for security, and when they offered them the ability to transform into Zoanoids, most took it right away. The smart ones declined however, remembering that these were the monsters that they fought on X day. Michael was one of them and for six months he tried to work with them and take orders from Chronos but in the end he couldn't do it any more a quit. After that he started to gather allies, people in and out on Chronos that didn't trust them and believed that the were up to something, while at the same time staying low so as not to appear on Chronos radar.
When Zeus Thunderbolts started attacking chronos he was a glad but a little suspicious of their leader. His suspicions proved right when he heard that a Guyver that was linked to the group had attacked in Japan and America, kill innocent people in the process.
It was nearly a year and a half after X day that he had been contacted by Evolution, who had heard about him from someone else they recruited and wanted him for his skills and experience. He joined nearly immediately and was sent to Olympia city, where he joined the attack on the dig sight and helped destroy the ship.
The unit he was with had heard that a smaller camp had been set up that they were protecting something. They waited until nightfall then attacked the camp, however they soon found them selves out matched by the Zoanoids, until a explosion rocked the camp ground. Michael jumped behind a bush a leaned against a tree, checking to see if any of his unit had been injured when a glint caught his eye. He turned a could barely see a shape so he crawled toward it, and saw that the glint was from a hexagonal object with a metal sphere in the middle, it was a G Unit. He picked it up but couldn't examine it further, as a Gregole had just knocked aside the tree behind him. Michael turned around and raised his rifle but the unit reacted quicker, its medal glowing and the armour encasing it opening, and the next thing Michael saw was blackness, his body covered in tendrils and something pushing into his brain. He remembered dropping his rifle, then nothing, the waking in the middle of a battle field that had once been the camp. Fires dotted the area and there was a large blast pattern going away from him straight a head. He sense movement behind him but he didn't know how, and new that it was one of his men, injured. He ran to the soldier seeing surprise across his face and Michael reached for him and noticed his arm. It was cover in Grey armour with a blade that extended from his fore arm near his elbow, he looked at his other arm and noticed that in had two cuts in it. He wondered where the others where and instantly his senses expanded and he knew the locations of his remaining men and that someone else was injured. He felt movement behind him and blocked an attack from a Zoanoid, his arm braced against the fist of the monster and Michael found no difficulty holding it back. He swung with his other arm and punched it in the head, feeling bone breaking beneath his knuckles, and sent it spiralling away. It got back up and Michael reached for his side arm but only felt his armoured leg, forgetting that he was the weapon now, and felt a strange sensation at his forehead. A beam shot for above him and pierced the Zoanoids head, hitting the tree behind, and it fell dead to the floor. Michael turned back to his injured ally, who still had surprise and a little fear etched across his face, and reached for his radio, but again only finding the organic armour where his ear should be.
[glow=white,2,300]"Tell the other to retreat and meet back a base."[/glow]
His voice seemed distorted, almost as if it was synthesized.
"Michael? that was you Killing all those Zoanoids."
[glow=white,2,300]"Yeah, its me, sort of. Quickly tell the others, I'll help you get there."[/glow]
He was about to pick him up when he saw a familiar glint in a bush and stepped forward to investigate. Next to a broken crate were three other units. Michael knew that he had to get them away from here immediately, so he quickly placed them in to the soldiers backpack, picked him up and took off toward the other injured man. When he reached him, Michael didn't bother explaining, he just flung the soldier over his shoulder and ran for the meeting point. When they arrived the other stared at him, but he was just concerned about getting back into the city un-noticed and that would be hard with the way he was. But as that thought went through his mind, the armour suddenly jumped from his body a vanished behind him. He checked his sidearm and radio and found that they were there and working, picked up the bag with the other units and headed back to the city with the others.
After that he quickly became head of Evolution for the city, and the scientists there were eager to study him and his abilities, however he was reluctant to use the Guyver, unless it was against a Zoanoid or worse, and was unsure what to do with the other units. Finally he decided that he would give them to people he found worthy and trusting, if only to minimise the risk of Chronos getting them.
Character’s Personality: Loyal, disciplined, with a high morals, but has a bit of a dark side that he only uses in combat. Has a sarcastic sense of humour.
Character’s Strengths & Flaws: Trained in close combats and is an elite soldier, but he will not attack innocent civilians even if ordered to.
Character’s Weapons: Other than the Guyver he has a combat knife and a pistol.
