My character, I'll do CSS later
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Name: Tirax
Class: Summoner
Appearance: Tirax's species are amphibious humanoids with thin bodies, smooth green or blue skin and webbed hands and feet. They average about 6ft in height and have a slightly hunched body shape. Trax is an average representation of the green variety.
Not that you would often see what he looks like under his armour, a high-tech silver exosuit that enables him to survive in almost any environment. Over the armour he wears something of a dark poncho.
Abilities: Tirax, like all members of his species, is born with his own personal pocket dimension that only he is able to access. Organic matter is unable to be stored within, but he is able to store large numbers of inanimate objects for later use and to summon them to himself at a whim. In order to add something to this dimension he needs to make physical contact with it. Although without his armour he'd have practically no durability, Tirax is quite fast and nimble even among his already acrobatic species.
Weapons: Tirax uses his pocket dimension to store a great number of dangerous weapons, primarily in the form of explosives, although he's got everything from swords to combat vehicles in there. He does carry a staff that goes with his armour, delivering a potent shock to anyone not wearing it, and he has some limited skill in close combat, but his primary method of doing battle is just to summon innumerable explosives from his pocket dimension.
Bio: Born on his species swampy home planet, Tirax grew up during the midst of a racial civil war between the blue and the green variations of his species. He lost all his sibling and several other family members to the Blues, and when he came of age he joined the Green military. He bore no ill-will to the Blues really but the war hadn't been great to the economy and non-military jobs were hard to come by. He joined the war to feed his struggling family.
Eventually, the war ended and Tirax was left with a murderous skillset and nowhere to use it. Looking for work that suited him, he left his home planet and joined an inter-stellar group of mercenaries and he's been with them ever since, always added to his expansive armory.
Class: Summoner
Spoiler:
Appearance: Tirax's species are amphibious humanoids with thin bodies, smooth green or blue skin and webbed hands and feet. They average about 6ft in height and have a slightly hunched body shape. Trax is an average representation of the green variety.
Not that you would often see what he looks like under his armour, a high-tech silver exosuit that enables him to survive in almost any environment. Over the armour he wears something of a dark poncho.
Abilities: Tirax, like all members of his species, is born with his own personal pocket dimension that only he is able to access. Organic matter is unable to be stored within, but he is able to store large numbers of inanimate objects for later use and to summon them to himself at a whim. In order to add something to this dimension he needs to make physical contact with it. Although without his armour he'd have practically no durability, Tirax is quite fast and nimble even among his already acrobatic species.
Weapons: Tirax uses his pocket dimension to store a great number of dangerous weapons, primarily in the form of explosives, although he's got everything from swords to combat vehicles in there. He does carry a staff that goes with his armour, delivering a potent shock to anyone not wearing it, and he has some limited skill in close combat, but his primary method of doing battle is just to summon innumerable explosives from his pocket dimension.
Bio: Born on his species swampy home planet, Tirax grew up during the midst of a racial civil war between the blue and the green variations of his species. He lost all his sibling and several other family members to the Blues, and when he came of age he joined the Green military. He bore no ill-will to the Blues really but the war hadn't been great to the economy and non-military jobs were hard to come by. He joined the war to feed his struggling family.
Eventually, the war ended and Tirax was left with a murderous skillset and nowhere to use it. Looking for work that suited him, he left his home planet and joined an inter-stellar group of mercenaries and he's been with them ever since, always added to his expansive armory.
