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Shanedis, Cyborg Desert Monk
« on: June 21, 2017, 09:24:47 pm »
__________________QUICK STATS
Name Shanedis
Age 27
Gender Male
Species Human Cyborg
Ethnicity Edani
Height 5'10"
Occupation Bounty Hunter/Tracker
Residence Edanith Frontier

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF


Personality

Magic/Abilities
Hand to Hand Combat Expert
Before his accident Shanedis was undergoing training by a sect of desert monks on the frontiers of Edanith.  He continued studying the martial arts they taught after the accident, and adjusted their methods and techniques to account for his robotic limbs and implants.

Firearms
Shanedis wields dual Truth Speaker pistols, modified to increase the speed of his trigger pulls.  The revolving magazine is removable and disposable, and he keeps spares with him, as opposed to replacing the bullets one by one.

Optical Implant
Shanedis' eyes and much of his brain is synthetic.  His eyes have a slew of ocular modes, including infrared, thermal, x ray.  He also has computer-adjusted aim, increasing his accuracy greatly with on-the-fly, real time updates on distance, trajectory, wind speed and direction, and target speed.

Arm Prosthetics
Shanedis' arms are robotic, and are much more durable than flesh and blood arms.  They can also strike with greater force.  Within the arms he can store essentials, such as spare magazines, rations, and blades.

Rebreather
Shanedis' lungs have implants to keep him breathing and reduce the immense strain so simple an act puts on him.  He can also use this implant to survive underwater for up to two hours before needing to surface.

Magitech: Magna Trigger
Shanedis' prosthetic arms can release capsules of a black sand.  The sand is actually tiny fragments of charged, extremely magnetic metal.  The fragments can adhere to solid objects, like weapons, dining ware, furniture, etc. or it can mix into loose substances like sand and snow.  Shanedis can charge his arms with the opposite force to attract the fragments back to him, which from an outside perspective can appear to be as if he were moving and controlling objects with his mind.

Divination
Before the implants and prosthetics, Shanedis had a noticeable skill in the mental magic arts.  He can use his magic to locate items and people, detect other magic or magical beings in the area, and transmit his thoughts to others a short distance away.
  • Divination: Third Eye of Shangri-La
    Shanedis can focus his skills in divination to sharply focus in on a single target.  When this skill is active, no other magic can be used during the duration.  While active, Shanedis can perceive the opponent several times faster, the implants in his brain helping him swiftly scan each image he takes in.  The combination of these two skills allow Shanedis to predict the movements of his target, up to .1 seconds in advance.  It is a very brief amount of time, but when combined with his laser accuracy it is enough for him to make slight adjustments to his attack pattern.

Relationships N/A

History
Shanedis was like many young boys on the Edanith Frontier; wild, energetic, reckless, free.  His father was a beast hunter and tracker and his mother tended to what crops they could farm out here.  It was a life of hard work, but a good one.  Shanedis' father, Rellon, would take him out to the rolling dunes where he would teach the young boy to hunt.  They would laugh and smile until blue skies turned purple.  When they returned they would both get a scolding from Morriana, Shanedis' mother, but she would have delicious, hearty meals piping hot and already on the table.  It would continue on like this until Shanedis was six.  At six he had his first magical vision.  Smoke.  Scorched metal.  Blood, drying on the desert stones.  It had terrified him, and worse, had come completely unbidden.  Fearing for their son's mental state should this continue, Shanedis was taken to a sect of Edani monks who lived in a large, jutting tower, erected in the center of an oasis.  They taught him focus, discipline, and martial arts, but most importantly, they taught him control over his natural skill in the art of divination.

Shanedis was vsited by his parents every so often, but was overjoyed when he was given some time off from his studies to return home to his parents.  It had been a long five years without being able to see them every day.  He got home and the three of them decided to celebrate by going into the city.  They piled into Rellon's beat up old hover ship and headed into Tynova.  They picked up high-grade ingredients, and Morriana planned on cooking the best meal she ever had.  The family began to head back home, when they were stopped by a small group of men and women before they could get back to the hover ship.  They wanted money, keys, anything valuable.  Rellon put himself between them and his family and tried to reason with them, but it was unnecessary.  Shanedis had been pent up for 5 years of instruction.  He was a coiled serpent.

Quick as a flash he struck, taking out the knees of one of the men.  His parents watched in shocked silence as he took down every one of the assailants, nonlethally, of course.  He turned to look at them when he heard a mechanical beeping.  He looked at the hover ship to see they had outfitted it with an improvised explosive device.  He and his parents were swallowed by the ball of flame before he could do anything.  When the smoke cleared they were dead, and he was left brutalized.  Both his arms were fractured in a multitude of places, scorched, and left useless.  His eyes had been licked by the flame and were now vacant holes in his face.  He had fragmentation and debris jutting from his torso.  He was very close to death.  Tynova's authorities showed up and rushed him to a place of healing, where the monks appeared to claim him.  The engineering order among them swiftly got to work while he was kept in a medically induced coma.  They outfitted various implants, to return his sight, to keep his heart beating, to allow him to breath without the respirator that stood next to his bed.

When it was finally time for him to wake, he was terrified.  He had very nearly touched the other side.  He still remembered the pain.  It had been profound.  Now he was awake when he should be dead, and he felt really, really good.  He was keenly aware of everything, his senses never having been better.  It took a long time adjusting to his new body, but eventually he began to pick up the pieces of his shattered life and use them to build a new one.  He finished his training and became a Bounty Hunter and beast tracker out on the frontier in an effort to discard his past and focus on his present.

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