General Information First name: Sonny Middle name(s): - Surname: - Age: 20-ish Date of birth: ??-??-326X Race: Vampyr-Deadbeat Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Current residence: Fringe Relationship status: Single; too busy to care about finding a squeeze Social status: Probably on some watch lists Financial standing: Near poverty, hoping to change that Traits of Voice Accent (if any): Strained voice from years of yelling Language spoken: Galactic Common Other languages known: - Style of speaking: Fast, jumpy, and pretty damn vulgar Volume of voice: LOUD. Physical Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 152 lbs. Eye color: Pure white Skin color: Incredibly light blue, near white Shape of face: Round Distinguishing features: Light scarring all over face, typical Deadbeat horns, fang nubs just barely starting to come in Build of body: Average at best, a bit scrawny Hair color: - Hair style: Bald Complexion: Pale, cold as ice Posture: Hunched over Tattoos: "AVE NEX ALEA" over upper chest in black, hastily scrawled letters Piercings: - Typical clothing: Bulky scrap armor, looking about two minutes away from falling apart. Gloved hands and some sort of ancient portable battery strapped to his back. Large metal shoes with small fuel tanks strapped to the back of his feet. Is seen by others as: Neurotic, vulgar, dangerous, and overall an asshole Personality Likes: Technology, any drugs he can get his dirty little hands on, chaos Dislikes: Authority figures, laws, sticks in the mud Education: Zilch Fears: Being trapped, growing old, Vampyr Personal goals: Fuck shit up, do some miscellaneous drugs, build some bombs, and possibly overthrow a government or two General attitude: Pessimistic and quick to anger Religious values: Sure does mention the Murder Cube a lot General intelligence: Regarding technology and pyrotechnics? Scarily high. With anything else? Non-existent. General sociability: Depends. Are you gonna be cool and let him do lines of coke off your sword or are you gonna be another loser who can't handle a little public intoxication? Health Illnesses (if any): Vampirism, so many different addictions it would be pointless to count them all Allergies (if any): - Sleeping habits: Approximately four hours a night, every night Energy level: Practically bounces off of every wall he's within a twenty foot proximity of Eating habits: Eats sparingly, nowadays Memory: Too tweaked out of his mind to remember much Any unhealthy habits: See the whole damn character sheet History Scrolling through old Nexus chat files might reveal the tale of "Daddy's Girl" and their escape from the scrapheap/enlistment in a private Atlas experiment, but aside from that, you'd probably have to ask the bastard himself, and that's a dangerous game. Relationships Parents: If they were alive and mattered at one point, they certainly aren't and don't anymore Siblings: Several, both older and younger Any enemies (and why): Any other Deadbeat. No more murderorgy shit for Sonny, thank you very much. Atlas and any other mega-corporation. They did him REAL dirty with a little experiment gone wrong. Children: - Friends: Nomad might just be another merc, but at least they weren't too much of a bitch to take a puff or two with him. Best friend(s): - Love interest (if there is one): - Combat Peaceful or violent: Not very good at fighting, but violent to the core Weapon (if applicable): Small-caliber, very poorly maintained scrap pistol. Might have a couple more tricks up his sleeve... Literally. Style of fighting: Uses every dirty trick in the book to get the upper hand. Isn't afraid to take hostages or run from fights he knows he can't win. Others Tech and augments used: Embedded wrist claw (left hand), "puppet" joint modification (right elbow), extremely-prototype rocket propulsion boots Occupation: "Builder of weapons of mass destruction", possible mercenary if the pixels are in the right place Current home: Homeless Favorite types of food: Big, fat, greasy burgers Favorite types of drink: Blood, sadly Hobbies/past times: Doing research in backwater Nexus chat-rooms, tinkering, getting high out of his mind Guilty pleasures: Doesn't feel much guilt in the first place Pet peeves: People acting educated, ex. speaking affluently or playing classical music Pets: - Talents: Weapon construction, knowledge of technology, explosive manufacturing, reverse engineering, hardware repair, robot repair, getting in to trouble, being a dick Favorite colors: Red Favorite type of music: Punk rock, anything disestablishmentarianist. Edgy.
