Caleb | |
| Alias | Nirvana Praetorian |
| Real Name | Caleb LuRiv |
| Species | Hybrid |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 5'10" |
| Weight | 143lbs |
| Apparent Age | Late 20s |
| Real Age | 28 |
| Birth Date | 1975-02-07 |
| Marital Status | Widower |
| Personality | As of this time, his personality is growing constantly from what was once a hollow, efficient hunter to a blooming hero filled with various feelings. Nothing definite will be from this yet, other than he will not stand to be controlled, nor will he stand to see others the same. Friends will be a strange thing, companions, maybe even love. It shall all be new experiences for him. He used to live to safeguard the continuity of his 'great society', to serve OmNirvana. Now he finds his purpose to exist as to feel, realizing it's as vital as breath. Realizing that without the ability to feel, breath is just the clock ticking. He also strives to keep others from that fate, from that control. He's more or less nervous in public society, mostly comfortable with himself or searching for anything wrong he could possibly right. But he's willing to learn, and he'll learn in time. |
| Powers | His powers are empathy the ability to sense others' emotions. He also has natural gains; specially bred agility and strength, even extra-sensory abilities bred from various species that border on precognition to assist with his Guncatter-style of combat. However not super furry, his strength is quite considerable even with his athletic frame. He can shatter or break most forms of bone with a well positioned twist or blow. His enhanced agility and precision makes him difficult to hit, and quick with his movements. The long times of breeding programming also makes his current species indeterminate, there is such a tightly wound mixture of genetic structure in him. He also has the ability to keep his cool in nearly any form of combat situation, panic only hitting him when a particular emotion triggers that he isn't used to. |
| Weaknesses | His weaknesses are generally most other weakness of any everyday being. If he gets hit, it hurts, if he gets shot, it hurts. He hasn't any extra defensive capabilities other than his training, and he can prepare by feeling another's emotions. Also, one can toy with his emotions very easily. Since only recently, he's only been able to feel for the first time, and its all new, confusing, frightening, elating, angering, any number of emotions. They are as much of a curse as they are a gift in his case. Also he's never seen any display of superpower in his life. So being thrust out of his own reality into this one will make him very susceptible to the flashy effects that are generally taken as another little thing in this city. He'd be absolutely dazzled, amazed, bewildered, and confused at all the other emotions too. He's still learning in this, which could carry a terrible price in the end. |
| Skills | Swordsmanship, gunmanship, and intense combat training through a style called Guncatter. Guncatter style goes as follows: Guncatter is a development of melee/projectile combat with the use of gun/sword/rod. Analysis of thousands of reported gunfights in the past determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The Guncatter treats the gun/blade as a total weapon, each moved position presenting a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defendant clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the mastery of this art, one's combat efficiency will rise over a hundred percent. This lethal efficiency makes the master of the guncatters an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
| Alignment | True Neutral |
| Profession | Hero/Renegade |
| Affiliation | Formerly of OmNirvana |
| Description |
You see before you a rather tall mammal. Definitely mammal, but of what sort is indefinite. However, the most discernable features are that he is indeed masculine, powerful yet sleek, and mysterious. His fur is almost an ashy-grey color, and he has in an almost zebralike pattern, stripes of deep scarlet across his eyes, cheeks, neck, back, legs, arms and sides. His frontal muzzle and chestfur is soft in texture, but a rich, deep black.
His eyes are deep, penetrating, and rather unobtrusively, a dark, dark brown color. But inside the iris, though, are spoke-like bands of gold circling the feline pupil as if it were an intricate wheel. Long, pointed ears are at the sides of his head, with extra tufts at the tips that may hint at bobcat heritage. His hair is a little long, down to the bottom of his neck, deep black, and slicked back in sweeping, somewhat thick spikes. His body is long, slender, and powerful. Were he not dressed, his nearly acrobatic physique would be apparent in every efficient, and beautiful way. Taut muscle all about him, yet not bunched and tight like a wrestler's. More sleek and flowing, like puzzle pieces connecting to an elegant piece of art. He has a body like a martial artist's, with every pleasing tone of muscle down to the last joint, from neck to heel. He's clad in a solid black suit and coat. Completely clean, crisp and proper. The suit mainly consists of a black tee-shirt and long, finely-pressed black slacks. With his coat, a tight, high-neck collar clings to his throat at all times, yet still allows for comfort. It buttons like a trench, but isn't long enough for one, ending only halfway down his thighs. The buttons on each side are all black with a metallic sheen, and the suit does well to hide his physique under a cover of dignity and calm. The long sleeves stop at his wrists, soft gray with crimson stripes, and on his slender hands are tight, but flexible black leather gloves. At his feet are clad shiny, slightly point-ended leather boots that go up into his pants to keep the dignified look. A long black strap that connects from his right shoulder, down and across to his lower left side carries, strapped to it, a black, lacquered katana scabbard of indeterminate texture. The hilt is cloth-covered, finely set as the full-tang handle of the katana. Also, in his sleeves, his two handguns are carried. A mechanism in the sleeves of his coat keeps them there, retractable for sudden assaults and with extra magazines also loaded in the sleeves if needed. In most cases, this particular individual looks very, very foreign. That, or he was one hell of a Labs experiment. Though in this case, its probably the former. The man moves with a calm air, but slightly curious, as if he were learning about new things all around him, even some of the rudimentary things that others learn when they're children. Of course, he appears dangerous - he's supposed to be. But also, an odd aura of concern for others abodes in him... |
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| History |
Caleb LuRiv is a man from no less than another dimension. A dimension where in that time, an immense global war broke out, and fur kind knew that it would not survive another such war. Branding the source of their kind's very nature to start wars as feeling, a drug was fashioned to nullify emotion and improve working efficiency greatly. Rage, hatred, greed, jealousy, and all terrible things that make one evil or cruel were lost. In turn, all sister emotions; joy, sorrow, love, were sacrificed willingly by the masses for the common improvement of their society.
In time, a corporation was started to manufacture the drug. The corporation named itself OmNirvana, and the drug they processed was called Harmony omegas. Taken as a daily supplement thrice a day, it kept the masses in check, kept pea ce, kept efficiency, and kept balance throughout the society. However, not everyone took the drug. Some ceased the dose and felt again. Taking ancient relics of art and music, now forbidden in the society as things that evoke feeling, and therefore are dangerous to society, they became outlaws and a resistance to OmNirvana. So the corporation led by a mastermind politician whose title was Overseer, started military training. Along with general soldiers and masses of ground troops (only ground troops since aerial travel was no longer available after the global war), breeding and training processes were introduced. A new breed of soldier, company owned and titled as the Nirvana Praetorian, they were designed for maximum combat efficiency as well as seekers of the source of fur's infurmanity to furs. They were empaths, trained and bred to know what/if others were feeling, and seek them out with precision and pure efficiency. The style of combat created and used by them is called Guncatter. Caleb LuRiv was one such man. A Nirvana Praetorian, first class. One of, if not the best of his soldier caste. He did his job well, snuffing out resistance and 'sense offenders' whenever warranted. Until the day when he was forced to kill his own partner, another Praetorian, who secretly ceased the dose. The day after, he accidentally knocked his first dose to the ground, shattering the capsule it was in. Since then, flooded emotions washed over him. He even experienced the sheer beauty of a sunrise. Illegal music (all music was illegal) brought him to tears at the first time he truly listened to it. Since then, he kept off his dose and still posed as a devout Praetorian, hunting down sense offenders, but he didn't kill them. He tried to spare them, and his new partner was growing quite suspicious. Up until the time he grew close to a captured sense offender, he was keeping rather safe. When he saw her executed, he exited the processing building, and broke down to tears. Unluckily, his partner was there, taking him in for the Law. However, a trick of the past saved Caleb. During a sense offender raid, Caleb switched his gun with his partner's, and his partner was branded with the more serious crime of murdering soldiers during a night, and he was taken in instead. This allowed Caleb to be free, and he learned of things. Learned of new realities, extra dimensional technology from elsewhere that OmNirvana had taken for itself, and was planning on spreading the Harmony omegas towards this new reality, one involving a particular city called Supermegatopia. Caleb wouldn't stand for this. Revealing himself as a total and complete renegade to OmNirvana, he traveled through to this new dimension. All of this was recent, as well. So new to him, occurring so quickly. He was still awash with all sorts of new emotions even at these times. Emerging now at Supermegatopia, he is ultimately determined to keep OmNirvana from spreading its emotion-nullifying 'medication' to this society. Even though the Harmony omegas do indeed prevent war, and give peace...any cost is great enough to still be able to feel. His sense of justice, determination to keep this negative utopia from continuing into this world, and ultimately defeating it in the end, his quest is to save the Supermegatopian reality as well as his own. |
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