03-03-2007, 11:06 AM
Name: William Harbringer.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay.
Species: Human.
Description: A slim, blonde gentleman with blue eyes. Wears thigh high beige boots and blue jodhpurs tucked into them. Military blazer with the belt, all in blue that matches the jodhpurs, with polished golden buttons and a black buckle. Also has a white sash extending from under his epilets to just below the blazer's belt. Attached to the epilets by wrapping around the seems and fastning onto the buttons is a cape that matches his boots. White shirt done up all the way to the top, with a beige cravat of adverage length wrapped around his neck underneith the collar. Generally an easy going guy with repectable morals, integraity and quite reliable, too.
Codename: None.
Team/Independent: Independent.
Weight Class: Light.
Style/Theme: Period military.
Description: It's head looks like a pickelhaube, with green spherical eyes, and metal pannel indents around it's jaw. The head is red, save the pickelhaube which is silver, and a pannel indent where a mouth would be, which is green. It's slim in design, with a cape that is torn, and weathered, as it's hard to find a replacement cape for a robot in our day and age. It's legs have knee-length white guards with a single, curved black triangle pointing up each of them. It's leg are red, it's hips are white, and the torso is red with two orange square pannels on it's chest. The upper arms are white, leading down to bulkier forearms in red, with a rapid fire weapon inbedded in each wrist.
Strengths: Has an in-built seldom-used stereo
Flaws: Doesn't play casettes.
Weapons: The wrist guns, and the pickelhaube has a green laser in the front.
Exertion Technique: The pickelhaube spike charges and fires a high insensity laser capable of cutting up to standard armour from its tip. It also has a slight risk of cancer for it's user and it's victim's pilot.
William trudged through the desert in his M/ECA. The wind blew his ragged and torn cape behind him, creating wind drag but looking impressive. He climbed over the dune.
"Ah!" He switched open the radio line "Hey! Herr McDonald! We made it! Are the others arriving, soon?" He pressed on, to reach him.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay.
Species: Human.
Description: A slim, blonde gentleman with blue eyes. Wears thigh high beige boots and blue jodhpurs tucked into them. Military blazer with the belt, all in blue that matches the jodhpurs, with polished golden buttons and a black buckle. Also has a white sash extending from under his epilets to just below the blazer's belt. Attached to the epilets by wrapping around the seems and fastning onto the buttons is a cape that matches his boots. White shirt done up all the way to the top, with a beige cravat of adverage length wrapped around his neck underneith the collar. Generally an easy going guy with repectable morals, integraity and quite reliable, too.
Codename: None.
Team/Independent: Independent.
Weight Class: Light.
Style/Theme: Period military.
Description: It's head looks like a pickelhaube, with green spherical eyes, and metal pannel indents around it's jaw. The head is red, save the pickelhaube which is silver, and a pannel indent where a mouth would be, which is green. It's slim in design, with a cape that is torn, and weathered, as it's hard to find a replacement cape for a robot in our day and age. It's legs have knee-length white guards with a single, curved black triangle pointing up each of them. It's leg are red, it's hips are white, and the torso is red with two orange square pannels on it's chest. The upper arms are white, leading down to bulkier forearms in red, with a rapid fire weapon inbedded in each wrist.
Strengths: Has an in-built seldom-used stereo
Flaws: Doesn't play casettes.
Weapons: The wrist guns, and the pickelhaube has a green laser in the front.
Exertion Technique: The pickelhaube spike charges and fires a high insensity laser capable of cutting up to standard armour from its tip. It also has a slight risk of cancer for it's user and it's victim's pilot.
William trudged through the desert in his M/ECA. The wind blew his ragged and torn cape behind him, creating wind drag but looking impressive. He climbed over the dune.
"Ah!" He switched open the radio line "Hey! Herr McDonald! We made it! Are the others arriving, soon?" He pressed on, to reach him.