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Tank "Arsenal" Armitage; New join
Topic Started: May 18 2007, 03:38 AM (131 Views)
Arsenal	May 18 2007, 03:38 AM Post #1
Newbie Posts: 1 Group: Chocobo! Member #297 Joined: May 17, 2007	OOC info: Your name: Jay Age: 24 E-mail address: coloradovstheworld@hotmail.com MSN/AIM/Yahoo: IC info: Character Name: Tank Armitage Alias: Arsenal Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: Arsenal stands at an unusually hulking height of 6'7, and just as tall as the man may be his body mass fits a large proportion of toned and chiseled muscle. He has a cybernetic right eye (cybernetic sniper scope/piston eye) in which he keeps hidden all the time by keeping that eye closed the, and a scar over his throat which gives reason to him being mute. Arsenal also has dark red hair which is kept orderly and short when ever it can be helped. His left arm is completely cybernetic which holds a silver metallic shine to it, his dress usually consists of dark green pants tucked into steel toes combat boots, a black tank top, with a dark green sleeveless vest with bullet proof platings sown in, in three parts down the vest are metallic clip style buckles that he almost always leaves open unless hes certain that hes going into battle. His forearms are always wrapped firmly with white athletic support tape. Lastly, holding his hulking arsenal of a gun to his back, The Chain Siege, are two large over the shoulder/cross straps of metallic buckles. He carried the Chain Siege on his back everywhere he goes and never removes it unless he settles to sleep. (Head shot) http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/Ins...erserk_guts.jpg (Full Body) (Younger Days) http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/Ins...inpo/Ryuu-1.jpg Personality: Arsenal is the big strong and silent type, silent mostly because he is physically mute due to a war wound to the throat. When he needs to speak he either does it through body language, or military hand signals. Arsenal is a soldier both at heart and soul, the simple "just point and I'll shoot" type of guy. He stands as vague when it comes to remembering too many details of his past, he simply took too many war injuries to remember all of his past evens but is so content with the here and now that he doesn't really try anymore. An inner struggle to belong always sits with Arsenal, the act of fitting in with lesser military organized people and ever civilians. He holds a soft spot for children and more so people that cannot defend themselves. He doesn't have much of a love life, in fact when ever he tries to express feelings of love for a crush he'll find himself in a horrible blush that will often lead to him standing there until either he or she walks away. He must keep his hands busy as much as possible which is why he spends most of his time exercising his brilliant gift of cyber-mechanical and magi-mechanical engineering. He knows how to fix and rebuild machinery and vehicles at an expert level but he favors building GUNS! He is absolutely in LOVE with guns, but not just any type....chain-guns. Much like his father's style of gun crafting, he instills his family skill into his weapons called Magi-graphing. This skill involves taking magic samples and infusing the arcane marks into the inners of the gun's ammo chamber so that the ammunition is effected by the magic source when used. Arsenal also has a darker side to his usually silent and gentle nature, when emotionally disturbed or angered in just the right angle, he reverts to a primal violent mode similar to a raging blackout. He will gun down anything previously viewed as an enemy and wont stop until he is out of ammo. Provoking him in this state only fuels his berserk rage and can possibly induce war flashbacks of the worst kinds. Much like his grandfather, he loves to discover new and unique magics. To him finding new magics is like giving a scientist new chemicals to experiment with. He has a personal goal to see if the art of Magi-Graphing works well with Guardian Forces. Birthplace: Esther Family: -Jacob S. Armitage Sr: Grandfather; Born and raised in Galbadia, spent his life as an arcane engineer and collector of magics. Now lives in north Galbadia as a hermit. -Tyra Armitage: Grandmother; Born and raised in Esther, foot soldier for the Esther military. Deceased/MIA. -Jacob S. Armitage Jr: Father; Born and raised in Esther, mechanical/weapons engineer for the Esther military. Deceased of heart failure. -Susan Armitage: Mother; Born and raised in Esther, cybernetics and bio-science surgeon for the Esther military. Whereabouts unknown. -Cassidy Armitage: Older Brother; Born and raised in Esther, demolitions expert SeeD for Trabia Garden. Stationed in Trabia Garden. -Duncan U. Armitage: Youngest Brother; Mechanical engineer for Galbadia Garden. Stationed in Galbadia. -Bridget Armitage: Eldest and Older Sister; Born and raised in Esther, cybernetics and bio-science surgeon for the Esther military. Stationed in Esther. Hand: Ambidextrous Occupation: Instructor for Balamb Garden Weapon(s): The Chain Siege: This Hulking weapon was hand crafted piece by piece to Arsenal's liking. While it appears to be one large weapon with four chain-gun turrets, it is actually five chain-guns interlocked into one massive weapon. Each individual weapon holds a range, caliber, and purpose. The ammunition chambers are built to be exchangeable in order to equip his weapons with different Magi-Graphed effects to a grand total of five magics at a time. The Chain Siege as a whole is a devastating weapon in which he rarely to never uses unless dealing with something large and armored. When armed into Combat mode the gears of the large weapon fold out and extend the main center turret out to 6ft in length, two turrets extend around the center barrel, while the second largest weapon lines center behind the main turret to empower the shots. The Chain Duo: The smaller twin pistol-like chain-guns which extend to 2 1/2ft. Best used for Smaller targets and divided fire for large company combat encounters. These are the left and right turrets on the Chain Siege. The Chain Sniper: The longest weapon in his arsenal extending to 6ft in length. Effective for long distance ranges of 2,000 m, barrels are built with internal silencers. This is the Front Center turret on the Chain Siege. http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/Ins.../chaingun-1.jpg The Chain Pulser: The second longest weapon in the arsenal being 4ft in length. Unlike the other chain weapons that use bullets, this weapon uses singular concussive energy blasts. This weapon is an Anti-Tank crafting also used as a ground to air weapon. The Chain Pulser is the Rear Center of the Chain Siege. Quote: "I see no point in introducing myself to the dead, my guns do that for me." (a saying back when he could speak) History: Born and raised in the technological city of Esther by his mother and father who were both enlisted into the military of Esther in specializing departments. As a curious boy he would often spend time with his parents at their work sites learning the tricks of their trades. From his father he picked up skills of Mechanical and weapons engineering, and from his mother he picked up the skills of cybernetics on the most basics of levels. For the most part his mother's trades were a bit too complicated for him growing up....even more so spoken towards bio-science. Tank was a very curious individual to say the least, and a fast learner too, on the weekends he would visit his grandparents who lived on base. He would watch his grandfather tinker around with Magi-Graphing, eating cookies and listening to his grandmother's war stories and tales of monsters that she encountered. His grandmother's old stories of war always inspired him to to become a grunt soldier just like her. None of his other brothers and sisters were interested in that sorta stuff around that time except for his older brother Cassidy who left to enlist in Trabia Garden after it's founding well against their parent's wishes. After the age of fourteen, Tank spent his time as a mechanical assistant as a poor method of impressing his father. The first day getting underneath a transport platform a child stepped passed the "Do not Enter" zone and activated the transport, the platform reacted and interchanged gears taking Tank's left arm as well left eye along with it. Lucky for Tank the medics were able to fish him out of the gears alive and rush Tank to the emergency facilities. His mother patched him up personally after his few months of healing. Cybernetic and bio-scientific surgical procedures leading to a cybernetic arm and eye to replace what he had lost. His grandmother just insisted that he needed some military discipline regardless of how he tried to explain that the accident was in no way his fault. Her critique cycled in his mind for many months at a time as he returned to his mechanical hobbies. Eventually by the time he turned eighteen, Tank enlisted, servitude of the Esther Military Grunts! Boot camp went by smooth as he was already physically fit...a little help to his cybernetic parts. It wasn't too far along before his leadership skills earned him a position as squad leader in his own platoon. After a night of group celebration involving tattoos, drinking, and ladies he and his platoon were shipped out to explore some island regions in the southern hemisphere of the globe. That was the night he and his platoon were attacked by a guardian force, Alexander, but the summoner was unknown. His entire platoon of men were destroyed by massive Holy waves. During the midst of the explosions his partner's grenade went off on a pile of rocks taking Tank's vocal cords out with rocky shrapnel. Tank was the one that had survived came morning, body thrown into the sea and washed up to shore miles away. He was found by Balamb SeeDs who took him in and patched him up. After that accident Tank had a massive memory gap, no personal memories were in tact, just his skills by habit and trained instinct. He even had to struggle to remember his own name but that was as deep as it went for him. He offered his services as a mechanic after discovering some tinkering skills, later he became an instructor when showing that he was a bit more capable than average SeeD. He has been with them ever since, teaching students combat methods, field training, and auto-mechanic classes as a recreational activity in his spare time. RP Sample: The time for celebration was long over, he could still feel the sting from the tattoo on his right arm which stated "Death from Anywhere". It was nightfall and the camp had long been set up. He and his platoon were a long ways away from Esther, it had been a few days on this deserted peninsula and it was pretty obvious that they would have to move up north more to continue exploration. It was Tank's turn for guard while the other slept away. Tank couldn't sleep at all anyway so he chose to take first shift. Eyes stared up at the clear night sky, there were so many stars out that it almost made him feel even farther from home. Eyes shifted back to ground level for a brief moment to catch a glimpse of his sleeping platoon, he couldn't imagine how they were so comfortable sleeping on beach sand rock. Turning away his direction shifted to the north, stepping down a few rocks until his feet met with soft cold sand. Tank:"Why the hell do we have to ship out to nowhere with nothing to see but a few beaches and mountains." He stopped on his words and stepped around the rocky rise out of the light of the camp fire. He stared out into the dark distance pretty hard before it clicked. Something was strange as he didn't recall there being mountains when the sun was up. He could see a massive mountain-like shadow many miles up north. His ears picked up on something strange too, this was familiar to him because he was a mechanic....at first it sounded like an eerie screech or a foghorn but then his brain registered it as a mechanical gear. But this unlike anything he had EVER heard was much larger and there were no other sounds in the air to mix or cover the sound. Tank felt his heart jump for a brief moment, a sort of fear being installed into his heart....more so an alienated fear. His eyes narrowed, his brain almost targeting that large shadow as the source of fear but it was so dark that he was unsure, nothing was clearly identifiable. Tank even tried to zoom in on the figure with his cybernetic sniping eye but that just made the figure larger, no details. But before Tank had a chance to retract his vision, the figure made a LOUD mechanical shift that echoed into the distance followed by lights switching on in lined detail all around it's form. Tank:"!?" These lights gave a bright, self lit appearance to some sort of seismic quadrupedal snow white mech. It's figure became even bigger in sights once it lit up, he was too struck in awe and horror to move. He watched with both eyes which gave him a detailed up close glance and a far away view to which BOTH still looked as big as a couple castles stacked. Suddenly the shoulders inched apart then folded back and slide outward giving view to a black circuit like padding on what he would guess to be the shoulders of the thing. They lit up into a growing white glow of light before releasing a spread of millions of which streams into the air. Tank's eyes followed the streams into the air slowly, the collective of energy waves slowly giving light to the night sky like some sort of artificial daylight. The only thing that kept his platoon from waking was that light....didn't make sound. It was thirty seconds before the collective of light started curving downward that Tank snapped out of the daze. Tank:"The campfire!! they're launching at the fucking fire!!" His head snapped back to yell at his platoon, this massive amount of fire was certainly not enough to just simply hit the deck. Tank:"PLATOON!! Get your asses up and move!! Move!! Move!! We got company!!" His platoon like trained soldiers popped only to stare at the first thing they saw, a collective of white lights falling from the sky. A few soldiers were quicker to thought than others and started casting shell on themselves. Tank had already armed himself with Shell and Protect prior to guard duty but it was the last thing on his mind. The light came down too fast, before anyone knew what was going on the beams hit the beach front and annihilated his entire platoon. A loud ringing hit his ears as his sight drowned out in a screen of white, followed by a numbing feeling in his throat like he had never felt before. When his vision came to again Tank was staring up at the white lights of a medical lab, no memory of Esther, where he was, his platoon, or even his own name.
	Tank:"I see no point in introducing myself to the dead...my guns do that for me."

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