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#1necromuncherPosted 3/7/2011 1:22:51 AM
Name: Rizaou

Age: 23

Appearance: A stringy build supports a tall frame that, despite the almost complete lack of muscle, manages to keep itself together through some miracle of physics or strange biology. This meager pile of flesh and bones is named Rizaou, cheerful to a fault and almost oblivious to his physical mediocrity with a smile bringing attention to a strangely full face that hides behind a pair of simple glasses beneath a mat of shaggy dark brown hair that, when left unchecked, further obscures his features and leaves only that captivating grin peering out from underneath save for the fleeting moments in which his face drains of all emotion in the midst of an unshakable concentration. Draped over the remainder of this weakly framed young man usually sit clothes that appear normal under any circumstance and will change mostly based upon whether or not it's going to be warm or cold on the day in question.

Ability:

Technically Adept: While calling Rizaou "Adept" is still a large misnomer it's what he prefers to call his strange ability to construct, destroy, refine, and rig up complex mechanical and electronic devices for nearly any application he can dream up.
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Sometimes you don't kill people for personal gain. Sometimes you do it just so they don't get any personal gain. - who
#2necromuncher(Topic Creator)Posted 3/7/2011 10:17:12 PM
Name: Rizaou

Age: 23

Appearance: A stringy build supports a tall frame that, despite the almost complete lack of muscle, manages to keep itself together through some miracle of physics or strange biology. This meager pile of flesh and bones is named Rizaou, cheerful to a fault and almost oblivious to his physical mediocrity with a smile bringing attention to a strangely full face that hides behind a pair of simple glasses beneath a mat of shaggy dark brown hair that, when left unchecked, further obscures his features and leaves only that captivating grin peering out from underneath save for the fleeting moments in which his face drains of all emotion in the midst of an unshakable concentration. Draped over the remainder of this weakly framed young man usually sit clothes that appear normal under any circumstance and will change mostly based upon whether or not it's going to be warm or cold on the day in question the only constant on his being is a large backpack that sags down below his waist due to equal parts wear and the constant application of weight.

Ability:

Technically Adept: While calling Rizaou "Adept" is a large misnomer it's just what he prefers to call his strange ability to construct, destroy, refine, and rig up complex mechanical and electronic devices for nearly any application he can dream up all in record time and with a reckless disregard for his physical and mental well being. If he has the parts, he'll find a way to use them.
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Sometimes you don't kill people for personal gain. Sometimes you do it just so they don't get any personal gain. - who
#3necromuncher(Topic Creator)Posted 3/7/2011 10:41:26 PM
Name: Rizaou

Description: A stringy build supports a tall frame that, despite the almost complete lack of muscle, manages to keep itself together through some miracle of physics or strange biology. This meager pile of flesh and bones is named Rizaou, cheerful to a fault and almost oblivious to his physical mediocrity with a smile bringing attention to a strangely full face that hides behind a pair of simple glasses beneath a mat of shaggy dark brown hair that, when left unchecked, further obscures his features and leaves only that captivating grin peering out from underneath save for the fleeting moments in which his face drains of all emotion in the midst of an unshakable concentration. Draped over the remainder of this weakly framed young man usually sit clothes that appear normal under any circumstance and will change mostly based upon whether or not it's going to be warm or cold on the day in question the only constant on his being is a large backpack that sags down below his waist due to equal parts wear and the constant application of weight.

Weapons/Items: Bag of Assorted junk

Abilities: Technically Adept: While calling Rizaou "Adept" is a large misnomer it's just what he prefers to call his strange ability to construct, destroy, refine, and rig up complex mechanical and electronic devices for nearly any application he can dream up all in record time and with a reckless disregard for his physical and mental well being. If he has the parts, he'll find a way to use them.
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Sometimes you don't kill people for personal gain. Sometimes you do it just so they don't get any personal gain. - who
#4necromuncher(Topic Creator)Posted 3/9/2011 12:52:34 AM
It was coming, the bulls painful synthetic roar sounded out amid the beast's grinding metal joints and hooves pounding the asphalt into rubble beneath it. "Come on... get yourself in gear!" Riz shouted as the bull charged and the device on Rizaou's right arm continued to shake violently with the device's luminesence growing in it's intensity. The bull continued, thankfully incapable of realizing it's imminent fate as it attacked it's creator. Only a few yards remained between creator and creation and Rizaou smiled eagerly as he curled his fingers around the unstable sphere and arcs of blue traced from each of his fingers to a corresponding ring circling around the center sphere. Only a few feet left now and Riz held his right arm outward and gripped it firmly with his left to steady the violent jerking of the instable mechanism in his hand. At just under a foot away Rizaou could feel the things foul exhaust fumes washing over him and he decided now was the time to take down his rampaging mistake down.

Rizaou tensed his fingers and curcled them back against his palm, ceasing the rotation of the rings and fanning them into his hand, leaving the rest of the circle
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Sometimes you don't kill people for personal gain. Sometimes you do it just so they don't get any personal gain. - who
#5necromuncher(Topic Creator)Posted 3/9/2011 8:48:49 PM
Rizaou had been sitting silently with a contemplative stare for quite some time now while he drafted the modifications to his now destroyed invention. The obvious flaw was the complete lack of output for any excess energy which, given the function of the thing, was inevitable without some manner of exhaust. The problem was obvious, the solution not so much. Any conventional exhaust system would end up being too cumbersome or the actual exhaust itself would burn the hell out of Rizaou on it's way out.
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Sometimes you don't kill people for personal gain. Sometimes you do it just so they don't get any personal gain. - who