Post by atlas on Jun 16, 2009 10:45:46 GMT -5
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Atlas
Age/Grade:
Height:6’9”
Weight:225lbs
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight, but repressed due to genetic enhancement
Eye Color: cat-like yellow with red around the edges
Hair: jet black
Pastime Informationspends a large portion of time trying to remember things. The only clue to his past he has is a picture of some one who vaguely resembles him holding a familiar woman in his arms.
Hobbies/Talents/Skills: able to play stringed instruments amazingly well
Sports: never found interest in any sports albeit being very agile
Clubs: none
Gangs: none
Misc.: none
Mental Information made to think fast and repress emotions but he has access to rage while fighting. Atlas occasionally has emotions when he starts to remember things but they are only associated with events that he finds familiar. There is a certain phrase that triggers him but very few know it.
Personality: quiet and very pensive unless there is something he needs from somebody (150 words)
Likes: he finds himself strangely attracted to roses
Dislikes: few
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: when he finds out who he is he will become unstoppable
Physical Informationhas a long, angular, face and many veins on his body. Has a very athletic build and an air of strength about him
Build: lean and very muscular.
Defining Marks: none
Description: tall with long black hair . Has vary large hands and feet
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: fights as if he is an animal
Years Practiced: he is made to thinks that he has practiced his fighting style for roughly 13 years
Description of style: runs on all fours and slashes with his hands. he uses knives and blades when they are available to him but id contempt with his hands. Prefers to tire his opponents and then pin them to the ground and attack their face, chest, and neck.
Overall Strengths: very fast and quick thinking. He has amazing amounts of energy and can go for a very long time without needing to rest or be healed. Has a way of making opponents fear him with the way he fights.
Overall Weaknesses: certain sounds make him powerless and put him in a state of fear and panic. He also very easily manipulated.
History Information
in an obscure lab, about 2 years ago, scientists from an unknown corporation met with the government to discuss the creation of a super soldier to take over the middle east for it’s natural resources. They met in a large white room that was divided by about 6 inches of a very strong bulletproof glass. On one side, the scientists are talking with the representatives and helping to explain just what they’ve created, and on the other half there is a large titanium shell with four mounted 50. caliber miniguns trained on it from separate corners of the room. Atlas was contained in the chamber in an induced coma state. As he drifted into full consciousness, a rage filled him. He could hear the scientists talking about him like he was some sort of weapon on the black market. Then he thought of all the killing he would have to do against his will, the thought of the innocent women and children. Then he thought of rose, and how even though she had loved him all these years, she had betrayed him into this for personal gain and greed. As his rage built up he called upon his qi and felt his flesh recede from his hands… the bones harden. He summoned his newly created strength and he tore his containment cell open like an empty can of soup. Suddenly, a bestial roar pierced the room, and the lights went dead. The rest was nearly instantaneous: the minigunners couldn’t even so much as see him as he mutilated them. After the threat was removed, he went for the glass. It only took five slashes to cut his way through, and even less to kill the group of scientists and their company. The rest happened in a matter of minutes. He systematically went through the entire complex and killed every man, woman, child, and any other living thing he could find. He didn’t know how he had this rage and hatred, but he liked it. He eventually found his way into the central power supply’s fuel tanks. He slashed the first one open and waited until all the fuel drained out and was spreading out to the remains of the laboratory building. He made a trail of fluids by picking up one of the tanks and created sparks on the ground to ignite the building by slashing the ground. He watched from the security kiosk as all before him burned. He let out another roar as he had liberated himself from a life of slavery. But he was not free yet; he realized that there was coastline everywhere he looked; he was on an island. Worse yet, the military was back. He heard the beat of the choppers and immediately sprung into action. He leaped into the air with ease and landed on the nose of the first of the three choppers they had sent, stabbed both pilots through the glass, and kicked it into the second and watched both explode, as this happened he subtly jumped onto the third without them noticing. Thinking he was dead , they flew back to the mainland. About an hour or so later the chopper made it to land, he screamed his bestial war cry and cut the tail of the chopper. He leaped off and braced himself for the fall. He dropped one thousand, two thousand, three thousand feet, and on and on. The chopper was not far behind and as he came closer to the earth he saw a building similar to the one he had just destroyed. Then he slammed into the earth and saw the chopper crash into the building. His hands began to change back and he felt an excruciating pain in them. It burned like fire and blinded him as the building burst into flames. Then he blacked out.
He woke up on the ground outside the burning building and having a splitting pain in his hands. All that remain of the building was the remains of a monitor that read project atlas: successful. Current project status: terminated He decided that he must have been project atlas, and he did this. he fled the scene in search of answers. He later found a picture of someone who resembles him and a petite woman smiling in each other’s arms. since his escape, he has been perused by strange people belonging to a mysterious corporation. his travels has led him all across the world fleeing his pursuers and looking for answers. eventually he discovered one of the corporation’s major buildings was located in san Francisco. in order to avoid capture, he took the identity of a student at phs high school and began to look for answers to who he was.
Living Status Informationmoves from place to place and never stays for over a week[/u]
Type of residence: prefers nondescript, secluded places Roommates: none
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
Strength:30
Dexterity:30
Constitution:15
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:20
Charisma:10
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: put my earmuffs on the cupcake, jenkins
Name: Atlas
Age/Grade:
Height:6’9”
Weight:225lbs
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight, but repressed due to genetic enhancement
Eye Color: cat-like yellow with red around the edges
Hair: jet black
Pastime Informationspends a large portion of time trying to remember things. The only clue to his past he has is a picture of some one who vaguely resembles him holding a familiar woman in his arms.
Hobbies/Talents/Skills: able to play stringed instruments amazingly well
Sports: never found interest in any sports albeit being very agile
Clubs: none
Gangs: none
Misc.: none
Mental Information made to think fast and repress emotions but he has access to rage while fighting. Atlas occasionally has emotions when he starts to remember things but they are only associated with events that he finds familiar. There is a certain phrase that triggers him but very few know it.
Personality: quiet and very pensive unless there is something he needs from somebody (150 words)
Likes: he finds himself strangely attracted to roses
Dislikes: few
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: when he finds out who he is he will become unstoppable
Physical Informationhas a long, angular, face and many veins on his body. Has a very athletic build and an air of strength about him
Build: lean and very muscular.
Defining Marks: none
Description: tall with long black hair . Has vary large hands and feet
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: fights as if he is an animal
Years Practiced: he is made to thinks that he has practiced his fighting style for roughly 13 years
Description of style: runs on all fours and slashes with his hands. he uses knives and blades when they are available to him but id contempt with his hands. Prefers to tire his opponents and then pin them to the ground and attack their face, chest, and neck.
Overall Strengths: very fast and quick thinking. He has amazing amounts of energy and can go for a very long time without needing to rest or be healed. Has a way of making opponents fear him with the way he fights.
Overall Weaknesses: certain sounds make him powerless and put him in a state of fear and panic. He also very easily manipulated.
History Information
in an obscure lab, about 2 years ago, scientists from an unknown corporation met with the government to discuss the creation of a super soldier to take over the middle east for it’s natural resources. They met in a large white room that was divided by about 6 inches of a very strong bulletproof glass. On one side, the scientists are talking with the representatives and helping to explain just what they’ve created, and on the other half there is a large titanium shell with four mounted 50. caliber miniguns trained on it from separate corners of the room. Atlas was contained in the chamber in an induced coma state. As he drifted into full consciousness, a rage filled him. He could hear the scientists talking about him like he was some sort of weapon on the black market. Then he thought of all the killing he would have to do against his will, the thought of the innocent women and children. Then he thought of rose, and how even though she had loved him all these years, she had betrayed him into this for personal gain and greed. As his rage built up he called upon his qi and felt his flesh recede from his hands… the bones harden. He summoned his newly created strength and he tore his containment cell open like an empty can of soup. Suddenly, a bestial roar pierced the room, and the lights went dead. The rest was nearly instantaneous: the minigunners couldn’t even so much as see him as he mutilated them. After the threat was removed, he went for the glass. It only took five slashes to cut his way through, and even less to kill the group of scientists and their company. The rest happened in a matter of minutes. He systematically went through the entire complex and killed every man, woman, child, and any other living thing he could find. He didn’t know how he had this rage and hatred, but he liked it. He eventually found his way into the central power supply’s fuel tanks. He slashed the first one open and waited until all the fuel drained out and was spreading out to the remains of the laboratory building. He made a trail of fluids by picking up one of the tanks and created sparks on the ground to ignite the building by slashing the ground. He watched from the security kiosk as all before him burned. He let out another roar as he had liberated himself from a life of slavery. But he was not free yet; he realized that there was coastline everywhere he looked; he was on an island. Worse yet, the military was back. He heard the beat of the choppers and immediately sprung into action. He leaped into the air with ease and landed on the nose of the first of the three choppers they had sent, stabbed both pilots through the glass, and kicked it into the second and watched both explode, as this happened he subtly jumped onto the third without them noticing. Thinking he was dead , they flew back to the mainland. About an hour or so later the chopper made it to land, he screamed his bestial war cry and cut the tail of the chopper. He leaped off and braced himself for the fall. He dropped one thousand, two thousand, three thousand feet, and on and on. The chopper was not far behind and as he came closer to the earth he saw a building similar to the one he had just destroyed. Then he slammed into the earth and saw the chopper crash into the building. His hands began to change back and he felt an excruciating pain in them. It burned like fire and blinded him as the building burst into flames. Then he blacked out.
He woke up on the ground outside the burning building and having a splitting pain in his hands. All that remain of the building was the remains of a monitor that read project atlas: successful. Current project status: terminated He decided that he must have been project atlas, and he did this. he fled the scene in search of answers. He later found a picture of someone who resembles him and a petite woman smiling in each other’s arms. since his escape, he has been perused by strange people belonging to a mysterious corporation. his travels has led him all across the world fleeing his pursuers and looking for answers. eventually he discovered one of the corporation’s major buildings was located in san Francisco. in order to avoid capture, he took the identity of a student at phs high school and began to look for answers to who he was.
Living Status Informationmoves from place to place and never stays for over a week[/u]
Type of residence: prefers nondescript, secluded places Roommates: none
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Placement | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | N/A |
| Earrings | N/A |
| Glasses | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | N/A |
| Jacket/Coat | N/A |
| Neck | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | N/A |
| Wrist | N/A |
| Gloves | N/A |
| Ring | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | N/A |
| Shin | N/A |
| Shoes | N/A |
| Belt | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | N/A |
| 2 | N/A |
Stats:
Strength:30
Dexterity:30
Constitution:15
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:20
Charisma:10
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: put my earmuffs on the cupcake, jenkins