Post by Metlfang on Mar 31, 2015 14:49:53 GMT -8
MetlfangBlitzger Gorchil
Who do you work for?:
Horde
Theme song:
Thunderstruck - Ac/DC
Physical/Psychological Description:
Speed and combat, what else does one need? This is the mentality of Metlfang and the entire crew he controls with an iron fist as well as a jaw. The metal jaw he sports is actually bolted to his actual jaw bone and helps make his presence all the more fearsome. His green tint and large size have led humans over the years to miscall him and others like him orks. This false title stuck with the crew and they have since lost their identification as demons even though hey remain. Metlfang is the odd man out in his horde because while most have unholy skills in combat, "medicine", or vehicles, Metlfang has a innate talent for all three.
Playby :
Demon/ork thing
Age:
537
Gender:
Male
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Pit feind
Height:
8' 1"
Weight:
337 lbs
What is it you're looking for?:
Straight
Hooking up?:
Single and ready to mingle
Class::
My Profession IsGunslinger
Languages:
The languages I speak are Infernal, english
Statistics:
The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.
Strength: 18
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 16
Charisma:14
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 16
Charisma:14
Abilities:
Innate:
gunsmith 2
sin sight
Bought:
gunsmith 3
biology
bioenginerring (150 so far)
mechanic lv 1,2& 3 (300)
gernades lv 1
gunsmith 2
sin sight
Bought:
gunsmith 3
biology
bioenginerring (150 so far)
mechanic lv 1,2& 3 (300)
gernades lv 1
Weapon(s):
Big metal weapons, explosives, and anything else that makes loud noises when it kills.
Transportation:
Anyhting fast, typically his creations
Disposition to the Law:
CHAOTIC
Alignment:
EVIL
Phobias:
That he will run out of things to blow up
Obsession:
Explosions, speed, fighting
Vice:
Wrath
Virtue:
Diligence (in regard to ethics only)
Background:
Long ago he was born and told to serve those above him, but those above him were all about political debate. This did not sit well with the young demon and he began to hang around with others like him. For a long time he was content scrapping with others, but he never truely got to test his metal against others. Then began the fights to the death. They were fun but were seen as something that could only end badly for all involved. The pit fiend tried to explain that it was the point of a fucking death match to kill things. Nobody listened and soon the overlords cracked down on the system hoping to gain power through the action. It was then that the great migration of his horde took place.
The horde migrated to the human war and fought in wars that popped up. They didn't care who they fought for, it was war and they killed for it. This went on for a while before the wars started to sputter out, where we're they to go and what we're they to do if they couldn't fight? So they turned to the new invention of the time to find their new adrenaline rush: cars. At this time they were slow, but the demons found they go so much faster when you oush them down hill. Soon they retreated to the flatest post the could find to race their own custom built cars. As time went on the group began to race others, blowing them away with speed. evtually even this began to bore them. Time passed and cars switched to electric, but the horde continued to use large thundering motors, dangerous explosives and anything that passed the time between the wars.
Recently a horrible incident had befallen out poor demon where a crash had completely smashed several of his bone to pieces but after a fairly simple surgery by one of the gang's Medz he survived almost completely intact, just a few metal plates holding bones together. It was then that he adopted his new name, forgetting the old one he had never used in the first name. Before long the group made their way to death valley to try and obtain what they referred to as true speed. Now they hang around int their base of operations building, going fast, and stealing the parts they need.
The horde migrated to the human war and fought in wars that popped up. They didn't care who they fought for, it was war and they killed for it. This went on for a while before the wars started to sputter out, where we're they to go and what we're they to do if they couldn't fight? So they turned to the new invention of the time to find their new adrenaline rush: cars. At this time they were slow, but the demons found they go so much faster when you oush them down hill. Soon they retreated to the flatest post the could find to race their own custom built cars. As time went on the group began to race others, blowing them away with speed. evtually even this began to bore them. Time passed and cars switched to electric, but the horde continued to use large thundering motors, dangerous explosives and anything that passed the time between the wars.
Recently a horrible incident had befallen out poor demon where a crash had completely smashed several of his bone to pieces but after a fairly simple surgery by one of the gang's Medz he survived almost completely intact, just a few metal plates holding bones together. It was then that he adopted his new name, forgetting the old one he had never used in the first name. Before long the group made their way to death valley to try and obtain what they referred to as true speed. Now they hang around int their base of operations building, going fast, and stealing the parts they need.
Zodiac Sign:
Tarus
Do you have what the vamps like?:
A
They worship SPEED
