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Post by Aperi on Sat Aug 08, 2015 7:32 pm

(( Ohh, another mercenary, hmm? This will make things interesting. I'll look forward to meeting you in the RP, perhaps some hell can be raised.

Edit : Unsure of why my post is above yours. I can remove it if it bothers you. ))

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Post by Konjaku on Fri Aug 07, 2015 12:40 pm

Noi Tome (NO-ee, Toe-Meh)

Noi Tome; Nekomata, Cat’s Eyed Killer, Demon Cat of the Seventh System, Desecrator of the Stars


As a result of the chromosome replacement the communication function of the left frontal lobe was altered. Although he is fluent in several languages his speech patterns are unlike many a species. All that he communicates is in a sort of sing song form that leads many to believe he is insane. While this is also true, he is still a very active and vocal person. (In short: Insanity, Sing-Song speech patterns)


[¿ǫᴜᴇʀʏ__ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ]:





Cat ears on top of his head. Stark white locks of hair and at the middle of his back. Orange irises and purple pupils. Retractable claws on both his hands and feet. Twin cat tails at the base of his spine. Each tail is approximately four feet in length and are purple with single orange spirals all the way along them. The ears are purple with differing orange spot patterns. Lean muscle ripples across the entirety of his body having known nothing but testing and mercenary work.

Noi, having grown up in a lab is a definitely a bit odd. Truthful to a fault, and crazy to the T his antics are, for lack of a more polite term, bat shit. A ruthless killer or a crying toddler his behaviors are never quite in one place. Those he calls friends could be friends or they could just be people he kept alive because he wasn't paid to kill them. Uncouth or sly no one is exactly sure however what they are sure of is to stay as far away from him as they can get because he only ever appears in civilization when he's on a job. If he let's you see him you're either going to die or witness a very graphic murder.

Songs. Killing people who are hard to kill. Sleeping. Eating. Interesting people. Catnip. Sweets.

Boring People. Boring Jobs. Long silence. Spicy and bitter food.

Born in a back alley to a corpse of a woman, Noi was not born with a name. Almost immediately after he was born Noi was traded to slavers for a mediocre sum of drugs. Hardly worth the single sale value Noi was sold at a wholesale price along with an assortment of other slaves to a genetics company. There he spent 12 years in a single 8x7 cell as scientists frivolously experimented on him. During his twelve years as a lab rat he was nothing more than a number as was expressed by the seven character brand around his right ankle. He knew not of the world he lived on or the many across the galaxies that dotted the vast expanses of the space. He did not know words to form thoughts, merely emotions. His thoughts were based on sensation and many a hedonist tendency became prevalent in his self preservation attempts. He struggled against restraints. Fought guards and scientist alike without either hesitation or discrimination. Every other person was his enemy as far as his primitive thoughts could discern. THey caused him pain, brought him to pain, or brought him back from pain. Not everything hurt but nothing was nice. He never knew of warmth of a metaphysical nature merely the warmth of blood as it trickled from wounds.

The 13th year of his imprisonment brought with it many a change. As he had survived every test and experiment so far and in one physical piece Noi was nominated and cleared for testing of something referred to by the people testing on him as PR. Noi was not restrained for this experiment which puzzled him deeply. He was administered a shot like a vaccine and then left in a gymnasium like room with objects he had never before seen. Objects of varying geometric shapes and sizes. After 15 minutes of familiarizing himself with these objects his blood began to feel as though it were boiling. His whole body became wracked with an agony he had never experienced before. He screamed and began to seize. He collapsed from the pain. He awoke and his mind felt different. He felt as though he didn’t fit in his own skin. His first thoughts were to escape his skin and to his amazement it began to peel before his very eyes. He panicked. When he did the shapes in the room began to shake. A voice came on an intercom. “Relax 764. Your new powers are tied to emotions. The more you feel the more they react.” Noi did as was instructed and relaxed. Passing the test meant living. Living was good. Listening meant living. Powers? Noi thought. His mind suddenly became a rabbit hole of possibilities. Twisting, turning, until finally he reached his destination. Freedom. No more tests. No more needles. No more strange voices. Then it hit him. He knew words. How did he know words? What had they done to him? No matter. They hurt him and they must be hurt. Know how he felt. Fear as he feared. (Insert Graphic Murder and escape scene here Rated R)

      A few years after the destruction of his home laboratory he became a recluse and renowned mercenary completing jobs for people from all walks of life. Becoming infamous for taking a liking to wet work jobs in places no self respecting merc would so much as think about. He now lives alone in uncharted space unreachable to those who haven't found him before or by some stroke of terrible luck.

[¿ǫᴜᴇʀʏ__ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ]:
N/A More or less Inuyasha but as a cat not a dog.

[¿ǫᴜᴇʀʏ__ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍ]:
The Takeover, The Break's Over

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