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Name:
Breen “Hal” Codhart
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Species/Race:
Human
Kingdom of Origin:
Light Kingdom
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Abilities:
Parazuma Hasha-Tai:
A solar-based projectile with variable movement speeds
Samasorrukikku:
Does a backflip kick, with a trail of solar-energy behind it, damaging the opponent.
Higeki Grapple:
Leaps towards the opponent, grabbing their face. Breen would then discharge solar energy into their head before throwing them away. However, a charge-up is required before he can leap at the opponent. (Knocks out normal NPCs)
SUPER TECHNIQUES
Parazuma Hodan:
Sends multiple solar projectiles towards the opponent at high speeds and different angles.
Sonikku Scythe:
Hits the opponent with multiple Samasorrukikkus, the first one launching the opponent, the others hitting the opponent in mid-air.
Personality:
Breen’s strong confidence in his combat prowess is only surpassed by his zealous affinity for justice — so much, that it often resembles a crude form of vigilantism rather than actual peacekeeping. This obsessive need to destroy all forms of criminals, small or big, twists itself into a macabre form of violence, of loutish mind and even more grotesque mannerisms. Breen's compulsions might appear radical to some onlookers, but Breen himself is truly only spurred by the concept of righteousness, though he lacks the prudence to follow it through; his audacity and boldness often overshadowing his more powerful virtues.
His strong lack of caution often plays into a sense of intrepid recklessness, which in turn causes unwarranted violence at its best, and a death at its worst. And though Breen realizes this, and even brooding about it during his more quieter times, he finds it supremely difficult to avoid the besetting desires that relentlessly clouds his mind. Breen is, in short and unlike most wooden karabiners, very expressive of his emotions; good to some extent, but ultimately, very dangerous to his own health and the health of those around him. While he tries his best to rectify this outstanding flaw, it still continues to develop itself into a bugging pestilence. A true problem, a problem that connects with his own flawed side — a side which he cradles by dishing out damage upon the scum of the world.
On a more common day-to-day basis, the man takes pride in his keen eyes, and his ability to focus on matters— though, it is more a grave attention to detail than a natural quirk. Breen is also rather industrious, sometimes working days without sleep to get to the core of his point, and in the process of doing so, isolates himself from the rest of the world. Due to his, unfortunately, brief encounters with other sentient species, Breen had developed a tart tongue and an irritable nature — sometimes even bordering bloodied madness, and gruff lashed.
He's also rather insincere, tinged with a dryly snarky nature and a pair of overly big testicles.
History/Bio:
Even in his more tiny years, Breen was a great fan of the shadowy concept of justice, although he didn't know, not then, that it was a very shady business; and it wasn't something he developed out of mere whim. He had his number of influences, and chief out of them, was the fact that his father, Hal Codhart, was a glorified private inspector. His father used to tell him tales — glorified accounts of him catching crooked cutpockets, when in reality, all he did was review dodgy ledgers and catch shifty cheats. The man would roam by day, skulking about and solving cases, only even caring to come home late at night.
Breen's father was a great figure, bearing a broad and heavy build, appearing supremely menacing, but at the same time, bearing general etiquette and a formal composure. The man had impeccable reflexes and his detective skills were astounding, matched only by his thunderous martial prowess. When at home — where he usually spent his time in his narrow observatory — he ambled about either drinking wood alcohol, or bedding his wife.
Thus Breen grew up, spending his time as kid with dreary excitement, for he longed to be a part of the law and kick graverobbers around. As was inevitable, Breen became a hormone-ridden teenager — of 15 years, more specifically. Bearing able body and mind, he started to help people around the town with solving small crimes.
However, criminals didn't take it kindly. Criminals don't take anything kindly. They only take money kindly.
A group of top-tier criminals — his father's enemies, who saw ought in targeting his less-able son — had bought the help of a devious, money-thirsty sorcerer. With the help of dark magic, they shapeshifted one of them into a splitting image of Breen. The doppelganger was sent about town, shoved off to indulge in a thorough crime spree. And in the night, after all was over. they returned themselves back to normal.
His father was shit busy burning ledgers, and so, Breen went to investigate this real funny business. But alas! He only came to see himself in handcuffs, instead of holding them.
Breen was rightly shocked — he had never been arrested, much less even accused. But, of course, the sheriff had an absurdly large amount of eyewitnesses, all of whole had watched 'Breen' committing dire crimes.
They found him guilty on multiple charges — of rape, murder, and empty batter — and as such, they sentenced him to death by broiling crucifixion.
He didn't understand that, he didn't understand anything — mind you, he was often the first person who understood things. Shit, he didn't do anything wrong. The law system was clearly being manipulated, very clearly. He wouldn't stand for it, he wouldn't stand for murky shit. He was in a jail cell, waiting to be executed, but he wouldn't let that happen. He sought to set the city right and end this grimy manipulation.
Breen quickly found a way to distract the guard, and doing so, he escaped with fleeting feet and mind. Breen had an idea, a very dumb one, but it had a chance of working. He began to scream at the sleeping guard, waking him abruptly, and shortening the limit of his anger. The guard approached the cell, yelling and spitting out curses. And when the guard came real close, Breen pulled him into the bars of the cell, effectively putting him out of his game. He took the keys, old and rusty, before going on to unlock his holding cell, and then proceeding to flee.
And ever since then, he went by his father’s name as a disguise; Hal. He aspired to become his own version of justice, a vigilante, searching for criminals with his own methods.
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Job:
Vigilante
Alignment:
Chaotic Good
Appearance:
Breen wears green cargo pants with boots of the same color and an orange sleeveless gambeson. He has glasses, which he takes off before a fight, and an exaggerated hairstyle consisting of a large forelock of blond hair. The glasses are not necessary for him to see, and appear to be purely cosmetic.
Weapons/Armor:
Solar-based powers
Pigmented Sleeveless Gambeson
Other:
Credit to
Elephantom
for helping me.
shadowz1995
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). The man's a scoundrel, that's as clear as the perfect nose on his perfect face, but he's also a lover of many things.
