Naruyashan
Reality's Janitor
Name: Unknown. He has not yet shared it.
Nickname: Reaper
Appearance(Image or description but image prefered): Cloaked armor that seems to match the environment around it. As he's never seemed to take the armor off, nobody knows his appearance beyond it.
Species: Unknown, but his mannerisms suggests Human.
Age: Unknown. Estimated to be about 20.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Force Sensitive: No
Rank: N/A
Position(optional): Mercenary working on a contract with the White Knights.
Personality: Curt, silent, effective. He is of the opinion that you don’t need flair to get the job done. Still, he is rather gentle to those few he lets in.
History: There’s a legend that used to circulate amongst the adults of Coruscant. The legend of a man who wasn’t, a bringer of death. You would never know who he was, or what he wanted, until you were either dead or he was right in front of you… But at the same time, none knew anything about him. People knew Boba Fett by name. He was famous. Recognizable. Stupid.
The Reaper had no face, no legend, no reputation. But if you spoke to the children on the streets, they would speak of a masked man who would bring them food and ask for nothing in return. If you spoke to the poor and wounded, they would speak of a man who tended to them when they could not give anything back. And if you spoke to the corrupt, to the evil… Well, you would soon find that they could speak no more. It is they who fear the Reaper.
As they well should.
Weapons and Equipment: “His Hood” - Mark X Customized Power Armor – Capable of projecting the environment onto itself seamlessly after a few moments of stillness for analyzation. It is made of rare Mandalorian alloys, making it one of the few armors capable of withstanding lightsabers. Due to a filtration/recycling system, the armor is capable of sustaining the user without outside influence almost indefinitely.
“His Scythe”: A sniper rifle of unknown origin, the weapon uses custom-made, explosive, monoatomic bullets, allowing it to pierce any defense by slicing through the very atoms of what it hits. However, the weapon needs 30 seconds to cool down between each shot, and a stable base because of its immense recoil.
“His Blades”: Twin blaster pistols, modified to use explosive monomolecular rounds.
“His Angels”: A swarm of nanomachines, this is his trump card. Using neuro-transmitters, he can control the swarm, using thousands of focused lasers to swarm and overwhelm an enemy or using them to administer medical aid to him. However, he can only use a small portion of the self-replicating machines outside of HQ.
Attributes: Insane marksmanship and stealth.
Really good at exfiltration (see: getting away from danger)
Other: “The White Knights Move Forward”
Nickname: Reaper
Appearance(Image or description but image prefered): Cloaked armor that seems to match the environment around it. As he's never seemed to take the armor off, nobody knows his appearance beyond it.
Species: Unknown, but his mannerisms suggests Human.
Age: Unknown. Estimated to be about 20.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Force Sensitive: No
Rank: N/A
Position(optional): Mercenary working on a contract with the White Knights.
Personality: Curt, silent, effective. He is of the opinion that you don’t need flair to get the job done. Still, he is rather gentle to those few he lets in.
History: There’s a legend that used to circulate amongst the adults of Coruscant. The legend of a man who wasn’t, a bringer of death. You would never know who he was, or what he wanted, until you were either dead or he was right in front of you… But at the same time, none knew anything about him. People knew Boba Fett by name. He was famous. Recognizable. Stupid.
The Reaper had no face, no legend, no reputation. But if you spoke to the children on the streets, they would speak of a masked man who would bring them food and ask for nothing in return. If you spoke to the poor and wounded, they would speak of a man who tended to them when they could not give anything back. And if you spoke to the corrupt, to the evil… Well, you would soon find that they could speak no more. It is they who fear the Reaper.
As they well should.
Weapons and Equipment: “His Hood” - Mark X Customized Power Armor – Capable of projecting the environment onto itself seamlessly after a few moments of stillness for analyzation. It is made of rare Mandalorian alloys, making it one of the few armors capable of withstanding lightsabers. Due to a filtration/recycling system, the armor is capable of sustaining the user without outside influence almost indefinitely.
“His Scythe”: A sniper rifle of unknown origin, the weapon uses custom-made, explosive, monoatomic bullets, allowing it to pierce any defense by slicing through the very atoms of what it hits. However, the weapon needs 30 seconds to cool down between each shot, and a stable base because of its immense recoil.
“His Blades”: Twin blaster pistols, modified to use explosive monomolecular rounds.
“His Angels”: A swarm of nanomachines, this is his trump card. Using neuro-transmitters, he can control the swarm, using thousands of focused lasers to swarm and overwhelm an enemy or using them to administer medical aid to him. However, he can only use a small portion of the self-replicating machines outside of HQ.
Attributes: Insane marksmanship and stealth.
Really good at exfiltration (see: getting away from danger)
Other: “The White Knights Move Forward”
