Post by Ein on Mar 13, 2019 5:52:39 GMT
Character Name:
Ein
Gender:
Bigender(They/them pronouns)
Race:
Tuffle
Tuffle
Racial Traits:
Tuffle Intuition:
Tuffle Intuition:
Capable of great feats of invention as well as being naturally skilled with building, they learn to cut corners.
Tuffles are capable of highly efficient construction when building base upgrades for their factions, reducing their cost by 25% (laboratories get their discount increased to 50%)
Inventions the Tuffle invests in are also reduced by 10% in cost.
Mechanical Augmentation:
Tuffles have learned to mix the physical and mechanical with very little effort.
Tuffles are capable of rebuilding removed body parts for half the cost it would someone else
Tuffles drain 10% less stamina when using physical attacks due to their mechanical pieces and nothing on physical basic attacks.
The Bigger They Are...
Tuffles are not fans of Giant Forms of other races due to their incredibly short stature.
In battle with a race with a giant form they focus their attacks slightly, increasing damage by 10% against those targets while they are in those forms.
Transformation Path:
Technological Line
Age:
28
Fighting Style:
Distanced
Distanced
Appearance:
Ein's look is a... unique one, to be polite. With thin clothes that hold tightly to an already lithe frame, and then a bulky fur dropped on top of that, it's hard to mistake when their silhouette enters a room. Their warmer skin tone is not unheard of on the Tuffle, who often resemble Earthlings(barring the occasional shade of blue), but it's less common than their paler counterparts. Their grey hair hangs in a shaggy mop over dark blue eyes, apparently an intentional choice made in favor of aesthetic over practicality.
History:
Ein's early life is often overlooked, with questions in regards to it being deflected or dismissed entirely. Were one to gain that sort of trust with them, however, one might learn in passing of a young child who at the time answered to a different name, who even then held a powerful fascination for biological pursuits that's followed them to this day.
However, these days Ein appears to have left all that behind them, focusing instead on their research in the now. A steady paycheck comes in the form of freelance work: building and selling their services, both in technical and medical fields, to those who come searching for it, and regardless of whose side they're on. Hey, zeni is zeni, and to ostracize any potential customers would be a grievous loss in profit.
History:
Ein's early life is often overlooked, with questions in regards to it being deflected or dismissed entirely. Were one to gain that sort of trust with them, however, one might learn in passing of a young child who at the time answered to a different name, who even then held a powerful fascination for biological pursuits that's followed them to this day.
However, these days Ein appears to have left all that behind them, focusing instead on their research in the now. A steady paycheck comes in the form of freelance work: building and selling their services, both in technical and medical fields, to those who come searching for it, and regardless of whose side they're on. Hey, zeni is zeni, and to ostracize any potential customers would be a grievous loss in profit.
Personality:
One has to wonder if anything truly phases Ein. They seem prepared to take everything in stride, and only too happy to accompany this relaxed demeanor with an infuriating smile. This approach comes not from overestimating their abilities or cockiness(okay, maybe a little cockiness), but rather a familiarity with remaining level-headed in a high stress situation. This isn't to say that they're incapable of feeling, but they find it safer to keep these things closely guarded.
Starting Technique:
One has to wonder if anything truly phases Ein. They seem prepared to take everything in stride, and only too happy to accompany this relaxed demeanor with an infuriating smile. This approach comes not from overestimating their abilities or cockiness(okay, maybe a little cockiness), but rather a familiarity with remaining level-headed in a high stress situation. This isn't to say that they're incapable of feeling, but they find it safer to keep these things closely guarded.
Starting Technique:
[ST-1] Energy Suppression
Can lower ki to any level below base. [Ki lowered beneath 10% is considered hidden]
[ST-1] Flight
Basic flight granted through the use of ki.
[ST-1] Neurotoxin (Stun attack)
A nonlethal dosage that disrupts the nervous system, administered via a mechanism in Ein's left hand. [Androids are immune, unless specified to have biological components that could be affected] [20% Stamina] [Stunned for one turn]
[ST-1] Barrier Generator
[ST-1] Barrier Generator
Basic defensive energy field generated via implant. [Block assist. Energy needed to block attacks is 75% the strength of the attack.]
[ST-1] Concealed Carry
Knife implant for self-defense. Ein is considered equipped with a sharp weapon while in use. [Tier-1][Activates for 3 turns] [2 turn cool down]
[BT-1] Power Blast
A stronger, more focused ki blast utilizing Ein's upgrades to boost the damage.
[PT-1] Powered Physical
[PT-1] Powered Physical
Stronger than a basic attack, utilizing Ein's upgrades to boost the damage.
[ST-1] Physician Heal Thyself
[ST-1] Physician Heal Thyself
Medicine is dispersed to the body through internal capsules. Heals for a 1:1 ratio of ki to HP.
Example Roleplay:
"You can't be serious!"
Ein didn't look up from their desk. Didn't need to. They had already taken in everything they could need and want when their client had walked in. Ein was certain the man fancied himself some kind of shrewd, savvy businessman, but was more along the lines of what they would have politely called 'difficult'. Furthermore, he was an affront to the senses: a little too podgy and entirely too sweaty. The man was ranting now, going for the easy shots like the quality of the material and his seniority over them making him the obvious authority on the matter. The usual. Ein let him go, taking the opportunity to focus on the task at hand... literally.
Ein's arm lay open across their work-space, the blend of organics and synthetics carefully pulled away to get at the artificial fibers inside. Nothing like a little routine maintenance to unwind, they thought quietly. It was relaxing busy work, and it allowed for some mental freedom from an otherwise dull day. Or, rather it would, were it not for--
"Are you even listening to me!?" Their client bellowed. Ein briefly spared a glance in his direction. He'd gone visibly red in the face, with thick eyebrows drawn taut over two beady black eyes.
"Of course, Mister MacCready. I heard every word." The Tuffle replied plainly, veiled just thinly enough to make it clear that it was, at least in part, a lie. Ooh, he just changed to a lovely scarlet shade. Ein briefly entertained the thought of the man turning other colors before pressing on. "However, regardless of whatever your past experiences may be..." They kept their tone even, slipping into a clinical, emotionless response that they'd parroted a hundred times before, "...I'm afraid that this is simply non-negotiable."
"You agreed," Ein continued, using their free arm to reach into a desk drawer, "to my business terms well before the beginning of this commission." The contract snapped neatly against the surface of the desk, with the good client's signature displayed crisply in black ink. Hm. He's definitely boiling now, Ein thought, noting the huff of hot air their client just exhaled, realizing that his complaints were crumbling apart before his eyes, no doubt. Ein allowed themselves the faint hint of a smile, pulling back the paper and returning it to their desk.
As they were leaning down, a flash of movement caught the Tuffle's eye. Augmented reflexes worked in tandem with their instinct, and Ein's exposed arm shot out from its place on the desk. There was a clatter of noise, followed by a yelp. Ein's body straightened, and the first thing their eyes fell on was the gun. Perhaps they really should have paid more attention to MacCready's banal tirade. But as their gaze traveled upwards, they saw where they had caught the man's wrist in a vice-like grip. The color had all but drained from his face, and it caused Ein to frown. Had he really not expected them to react defensively?
Ein studied him for a moment, the silence stretching on for an achingly long time. Finally, without releasing their hold on his wrist, Ein rotated their arm until the exposed synthetics were face-up once again. This action forced him to practically drape himself over the desk in order to keep his own arm attached. Ein reached for their tools and went back to maintenance. The silence continued, accentuated only by MacCready's occasional whimper.
"I hope you understand, Mister MacCready," Ein at last broke the silence, "that you won't be getting your deposit back."
"You can't be serious!"
Ein didn't look up from their desk. Didn't need to. They had already taken in everything they could need and want when their client had walked in. Ein was certain the man fancied himself some kind of shrewd, savvy businessman, but was more along the lines of what they would have politely called 'difficult'. Furthermore, he was an affront to the senses: a little too podgy and entirely too sweaty. The man was ranting now, going for the easy shots like the quality of the material and his seniority over them making him the obvious authority on the matter. The usual. Ein let him go, taking the opportunity to focus on the task at hand... literally.
Ein's arm lay open across their work-space, the blend of organics and synthetics carefully pulled away to get at the artificial fibers inside. Nothing like a little routine maintenance to unwind, they thought quietly. It was relaxing busy work, and it allowed for some mental freedom from an otherwise dull day. Or, rather it would, were it not for--
"Are you even listening to me!?" Their client bellowed. Ein briefly spared a glance in his direction. He'd gone visibly red in the face, with thick eyebrows drawn taut over two beady black eyes.
"Of course, Mister MacCready. I heard every word." The Tuffle replied plainly, veiled just thinly enough to make it clear that it was, at least in part, a lie. Ooh, he just changed to a lovely scarlet shade. Ein briefly entertained the thought of the man turning other colors before pressing on. "However, regardless of whatever your past experiences may be..." They kept their tone even, slipping into a clinical, emotionless response that they'd parroted a hundred times before, "...I'm afraid that this is simply non-negotiable."
"You agreed," Ein continued, using their free arm to reach into a desk drawer, "to my business terms well before the beginning of this commission." The contract snapped neatly against the surface of the desk, with the good client's signature displayed crisply in black ink. Hm. He's definitely boiling now, Ein thought, noting the huff of hot air their client just exhaled, realizing that his complaints were crumbling apart before his eyes, no doubt. Ein allowed themselves the faint hint of a smile, pulling back the paper and returning it to their desk.
As they were leaning down, a flash of movement caught the Tuffle's eye. Augmented reflexes worked in tandem with their instinct, and Ein's exposed arm shot out from its place on the desk. There was a clatter of noise, followed by a yelp. Ein's body straightened, and the first thing their eyes fell on was the gun. Perhaps they really should have paid more attention to MacCready's banal tirade. But as their gaze traveled upwards, they saw where they had caught the man's wrist in a vice-like grip. The color had all but drained from his face, and it caused Ein to frown. Had he really not expected them to react defensively?
Ein studied him for a moment, the silence stretching on for an achingly long time. Finally, without releasing their hold on his wrist, Ein rotated their arm until the exposed synthetics were face-up once again. This action forced him to practically drape himself over the desk in order to keep his own arm attached. Ein reached for their tools and went back to maintenance. The silence continued, accentuated only by MacCready's occasional whimper.
"I hope you understand, Mister MacCready," Ein at last broke the silence, "that you won't be getting your deposit back."
