||Fast Stats||Name:Tyr Ryuu Cea
Nick-names:N/A
Image:-Coming-
Birthday:15th October
Zodiac Sign:Libra
Age:24
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation:Bisexual
Single or Taken?Single
Species:Yarattan
Blood-type:Does it matter?
Height:5'11"
Weight:158 lbs
Eye Color:Orange
Hair Color:Onyx
Affiliation:Nobody
Religion:N/A
Occupation:Rogue
Birth Place:Outer Space
Location:N/A
Most Used Phrase(s)
Character of Mine Most Likely to...Hit himself
Finished Threads:N/A
Current Threads:||Commplicated Stuff||Physical Description:Like any Yarattan, Tyr has a long, slim body. Standing at 5'11", pale olive skin covers his body, a few freckles marring his face, neck, four arms and back. A long, almost silvery scar runs across his chest in a diagonal direction, reaching down to almost touch his left hip.
Onyx, shaggy hair sprouts from his scalp, the tresses shot through with crimson. It falls just below Tyr's upper shoulders, long enough for the rear half to be held back by a band. A bandana keeps the front lot of hair from falling into his orange, cat-like eyes. A pair of tinted goggles sit over the bandana when not in use to protect his sensitive eyes from bright lights.
A tight mesh suit covers his body and limbs, the leggings stopping at his ankles and cuffs at his wrists. A green, tunic-like shirt sits over the mesh, further covering his torso. A pair of thigh-length shorts hang about his hips, a few pockets at the back and sides. Large strap up boots cover his feet to his calf, large buckles keeping the heavy things from falling off.
Pointed ears stick out from the sides of his head, a few studs and rings decorating them. They are 3 inches in length.
A thin tail sprouts from the bottom of his spine, a small tuft of onyx and crimson hair plat at the tip. A plain gold ring sits in the middle of the tail, a small clasp holding the otherwise separate ends of it.
An electric blue and ebony colored block finds itself hanging from his shoulders via a pair of leather straps. However, this piece of equipment is for more than just looking like a block. It in fact, when activated via a verbal number sequence, it becomes a titanium suit custom made for his body type.
Moving plates form the outer shell, shielding the inner mechanics from initial damage. A small, rectangular slate sits between the shoulder blades, housing a pair of retractable wings. Using a small plasma drive engine, Tyr can easily transport himself from place to place upon the earth's surface.
The inner 'pod' is lined with a foam-like substance to protect Tyr if anything should care to try and attack him. The 'pod' is airtight save for a pair of small air filters that sit either side of his mouth.
The helmet is inbuilt with a layout screen, the computer built into the helm used to scan areas, identify units (bio or mecha), translate foreign languages and determine distance/speed/air pressure ect.
With all that, the suit is also inbuilt with small blasters and a pair of Tachyon pistols on the 'arms'. While powerful enough to put a nice dent into a zipper class ship, they would hardly be a threat to the military. They are more for protection against attack more than anything else.
Personality:Generally, Tyr is an egoist. He likes to think that he's the best looking guy within a 20 mile radius and often acts like he's a babe magnet. He's not. In fact, he can be quite obnoxious at times. If anyone questions his thoughts on how attractive he is, he becomes defensive about it. He might even challenge you to a fight.
And if he does, he's sure to lose. Physically, without his titanium suit, he's a weakling. Beat him to a bloody pulp and he cry like a little girl. Break one of his legs or his arms and he'll scream like a little girl. Show him a puppy and he'll cry, scream then faint.
Having six limbs, Tyr can be quite clumsy at times. He hates when this happens and often blushes before stuttering out a lame excuse. That or he stands and stomps out of the room/area/wherever he is at the time, often tripping or knocking something over in the process. It takes him a few hours to get over it.
When the time comes to be serious, Tyr is often the last to know. However, when he does finally figure it all, he can be pretty serious... for about 5 seconds before he laugh-snorts and ends up hurting himself somehow.
Overall, he's an adorable loser than you just help but love when he ends up in a tangled mess.
Weaknesses:-He's physically weak for his build
-Is scared of dogs
-Is afraid of death
Strengths:+Can see in the dark
+Is secretly a genius
Likes:+Men
+Women
+Food
+Working
+Carrier Worms
+Eggs
Dislikes:-Dogs
-Being so Clumsy
-Sitting on his tail
-Eggs that won't crack
-Bright Lights
Magic/Abilities:Er... He's smart? lol
Family:His parents
Friends:He doesn't have any yet
Foes:Dun got any
History:Tyr, just like every Yarattan before him, was popped out of his mother as a sticky ball of yellow goop when only a few weeks into development. From this, he was placed into the pet 'carrier worm' where he would develop further. So for a few months, he grew inside a worm, nutrients provided by the food that his parents fed the fat grub.
After about 10 months, the worm's back split open before it dispelled of Tyr of the period of 3 hours. Of course, the worm survived. The ugly things always do. And with Tyr, 2 more carrier worms were born. But there was something different about Tyr that wasn't very common in typical Yarattans. He was born with a quadruped torso and a tail. This led his parents to expect great things from their son. How disappointed they'd be...
As Tyr grew up, he was often clumsy or picking fights with other children (most of which he lost). So his father gave him a few books on mechanics to read. Surprisingly, Tyr picked up mechanics fairly fast and before he became a man, he had made himself a titanium suit pack. While it didn't fit him at the age that he made it, he found later that it fit him perfectly after he had stopped growing. His parents were so proud that they convinced a small weapons manufacturer to give him a chance at rebuilding a prototype. Tyr was never able to reproduce the suit pack.
Mr. and Mrs. Cea tried to convince Tyr to give up his original suit pack for the company to copy, he refused. This made his father not too pleased with him. So, Tyr did the only thing he thought he could. He ran away. At the age of 16, he was physically able to work. So he did jobs here and there, making a living from the small pay. Even though he sometimes doesn't have enough money to do what he wants, he takes fairly good care of himself.
Now he just flies around, looking for the next pay packet
Commentary:So he's basically a loser genius with no friends or enemies.
