Post by Jilak on Aug 12, 2009 21:36:21 GMT -5
Full Name: Rax'aar
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 32
Height: 4'9”
Weight: 120 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Fragrerian
Alliance: Good
Home: The junk planet of Faal
Franchise: N/A(technically this one comic I'm making, but... I don't have a name for it yet. XD)
Physical Description: Rax'aar is quite an interesting young man. He has the Elven ears of his people, though he is only in possession of one of the monstrous fangs they're known for. He has six dark, dark stripes adorning his face. Another thing that sets him apart from the rest of his race. His hair could be defined as messy, and all over the place. He wears an ear-ring. His eyes are a dark brown hue.
Around his neck is a rather odd pair of goggles. A pair his parents gifted to him. Before he was whisked away to space prison, of course. He wears a simple pair of overalls, dark blue, with suspenders. An unbuttoned white shirt is underneath. He wears a dark pair of boots.
Weapons: Currently, he is only in ownership of a stun gun and a pair of gloves that fire electricity.
Abilities/Powers: N/A
Skills: He has a rather high intellect
Personality: Rax'aar is a usually calm, calculating person. However, his philosophy is: “When science fails, panic and run around like a moron.” Contrary to what most of his comrades believe, he actually doesn't enjoy inventing that much. He's more of a... logical thinker, really. Hence why he only has 3 weapons.
History: Rax'aar's early life was rather calm. His father was an engineer, and his mother was a teacher. He never had any problems until the day before his 32nd birthday. When he was accused of a crime he didn't commit. His parents, loving as they were, tried their best to keep their son out of space prison. They... were promptly murdered.
He was shipped to the prison a short time later. There he met Zip, a fellow Fragrerian. His policy was, of course: “Any problem can be solved with a punch in the face.” He and Rax'aar didn't get along too well at first. But they decided to settle on a truce. Both wanted out of the place. And so they escaped, Rax'aar's knowledge aiding Zip's... fists.
The two were wanted... beings. They needed a way to clear their names. They HAD to work together. Had to continue their team-up. And they did. They had a cause. They had to find the man that killed Rax'aar's parents. It would clear his name. Working from the outside, he'd be able to, in due time, assure Zip's freedom.
They soon met a rogue by the name of Jack. He was what they called a 'squid man'. Six arms and all. He didn't take much persuasion to join their cause. If only so that he could survive longer than he would on his own.
Before they could make a move, however, an invention of Rax'aar's went horribly, horribly wrong. It was supposed to be a portal to a vacuum dimension. Instead, it led to the Dimensional Island.
He knows not where he is. He knows not WHY he is. He merely knows that he is. And that is all.
Other: N/A
Picture:
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 32
Height: 4'9”
Weight: 120 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Fragrerian
Alliance: Good
Home: The junk planet of Faal
Franchise: N/A(technically this one comic I'm making, but... I don't have a name for it yet. XD)
Physical Description: Rax'aar is quite an interesting young man. He has the Elven ears of his people, though he is only in possession of one of the monstrous fangs they're known for. He has six dark, dark stripes adorning his face. Another thing that sets him apart from the rest of his race. His hair could be defined as messy, and all over the place. He wears an ear-ring. His eyes are a dark brown hue.
Around his neck is a rather odd pair of goggles. A pair his parents gifted to him. Before he was whisked away to space prison, of course. He wears a simple pair of overalls, dark blue, with suspenders. An unbuttoned white shirt is underneath. He wears a dark pair of boots.
Weapons: Currently, he is only in ownership of a stun gun and a pair of gloves that fire electricity.
Abilities/Powers: N/A
Skills: He has a rather high intellect
Personality: Rax'aar is a usually calm, calculating person. However, his philosophy is: “When science fails, panic and run around like a moron.” Contrary to what most of his comrades believe, he actually doesn't enjoy inventing that much. He's more of a... logical thinker, really. Hence why he only has 3 weapons.
History: Rax'aar's early life was rather calm. His father was an engineer, and his mother was a teacher. He never had any problems until the day before his 32nd birthday. When he was accused of a crime he didn't commit. His parents, loving as they were, tried their best to keep their son out of space prison. They... were promptly murdered.
He was shipped to the prison a short time later. There he met Zip, a fellow Fragrerian. His policy was, of course: “Any problem can be solved with a punch in the face.” He and Rax'aar didn't get along too well at first. But they decided to settle on a truce. Both wanted out of the place. And so they escaped, Rax'aar's knowledge aiding Zip's... fists.
The two were wanted... beings. They needed a way to clear their names. They HAD to work together. Had to continue their team-up. And they did. They had a cause. They had to find the man that killed Rax'aar's parents. It would clear his name. Working from the outside, he'd be able to, in due time, assure Zip's freedom.
They soon met a rogue by the name of Jack. He was what they called a 'squid man'. Six arms and all. He didn't take much persuasion to join their cause. If only so that he could survive longer than he would on his own.
Before they could make a move, however, an invention of Rax'aar's went horribly, horribly wrong. It was supposed to be a portal to a vacuum dimension. Instead, it led to the Dimensional Island.
He knows not where he is. He knows not WHY he is. He merely knows that he is. And that is all.
Other: N/A
Picture:
