Post by Ahmose Fable on Nov 15, 2015 4:01:18 GMT
Name: Ahmose Fable (Ah-mose Fay-ble )
Age: Mid twenties to thirties
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 1983
Time of Birth: 4: 37 A.M.
Hometown: Unknown
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Appearance:
Apparel:
Hair: Unknown—it is unclear if he has any.
Eyes: One, single dark brown Eye
Skin: Light tan, or so he says.
Weight:
~
Height: 5 ft 8’’
Markings:
None known
Personality: Ahmose is relatively straightforward with his words and intentions, though he only really speaks when spoken to. He has a mindset of an organizer, and likes to cover every single detail in anything thoroughly, especially if he is doing or participating it. He prefers working from the side lines, and appreciates diligence. A perfectionist, by definition. He Ahmose is a bit of a dreamer, as in he will come up with many, many ideas, but he often times organize even those into small sections in his mind, before seeing if they are fit or possible.
Ahmose is a very calculative man, always thinking and working his mind, whether he is sarcastically responding to failure, or continuing to carry on with his work. He is enjoys privacy, and space to perform any projects. He carries out many of his endeavors or thinks and plans like an artist, considering the basics of his plans but the foundation of his master pieces. Ahmose has a slight amount of curiosity to how things work, and asks himself questions as to study everything he is curious about, as to analyze it as or before touching and messing with it.
History:
Joseph was adopted into a family at age four, from an orphanage. The family which he was adopted into were immagrants coming from Asia, moving to America to move in with their cousins. Joseph’s new parents turned out to be Jainists, being a part of a culture that believed in non-violence, and to not harm any living creature—including insects. Joseph was raised to believe that only the bare essentials in life were required, and that violence was a terrible crime. He followed and adored his parents, constantly wearing a mouth cover over his face as to not bring any harm to the more delicate organisms. (Or to to bring as little harm to them as possible). Joseph decided to become an artist as he grew up, being rather gifted in using a pencil, pen, or anything that touched paper.
Time went on, and Joseph was sent off to school at an early age, his passing of grades reasonable enough, and most of his free time had gone into doing extra studies, thanks to encouragement from his parents. The young man set off, seeking his destiny as an artist. Unfortunately, his peaceful days were over, and the boy was kid-napped, and drafted into a separatist organization. The organization was what remained of a nation’s secret police, and this organization was gradually seizing several young men at a time for their program, an idea driven by a madman. Joseph was hence trained to kill, despite his resistance, and was forced to learn more questionable methods for survival in the boot camp. Joseph learned to hate, to keep himself distant and unreadable, and to learn the weaknesses of his opponent. He was taught how to act and kill swiftly, as brainwashing was started.
But Joseph and a handful of other young boys detested the teachings, and together, they acted as if they would obey—and formed their own small organization within the organization. As a weed does, they grew, until at last, Joseph told his friends coldly one day that it was now or never: it was time to kill their torturers and leader. Joseph and his allies were merciless, killing all of their tormenters without hesitation, whether it meant stabbing them to death or shooting them in the head. Yet after the carnage, The group found themselves uncontent. One of Joseph’s friends, Ike, stated they had done many terrible deeds for their old masters—unspeakable works, and there was no turning back. The group agreed, but they knew they needed to right what they had done. Joseph propsed they joined the military with aliases, and the group agreed.
--
He’d taken upon the name Ahmose Fable, the boy Joseph was now long gone. Ahmose had risen along with his friends to the some of the highest ranking black ops soldiers, years of training now under their belts, their knowledge of how to effectively and efficiently assassinate a human being extensive. Ahmose still remembered his old life, and to remember his parents and who they were, or what he had been, he covered his skin entirely, and concealed his face behind a gas-mask. Jainists wore face covers, and so in memory of that life, he too would wear a face cover—though any hint of that religion had passed away. Dark secrets would always find their way to Ahmose, as he was sent on investigations, one in which, he discovered the existence of Transformers. Ahmose was fascinated by the robotic creatures, and how they indeed acted so similarly to humans—a conclusion that he found all too true. Ahmose found hismefl looking at a world which was swarmed by these machines, two sides both invading, and then turning the planet into their battle ground. Ahmose had spoken to several transformers, and knew of their ‘Cybertron’ and other worlds that had been destroyed because of their war. It did not take long for Ahmose to come to the conclusion that Earth would crumble should the Cybertronians continue to wage war on their soil, and wreak destruction upon city after city. Ahmose was invited into another organization, however, his one showed promising ideals: saving Earth. Ahmose had lost his parents and his old life, and had seen anarchy, as well as be the cause of it. He knew that when he had been the one behind the trigger, he hadn’t cared who had been in front of it, except friends. The Cybertronians acted so similar. They never shot or destroyed their friends in combat, but as for human kind—the third party couldn’t have been considered less.
It would not take much thinking for Ahmose to join this new group.
Likes:
-Ahmose appreciates a sense of duty, and initiative.
-Ahmose enjoys missions where he is not expected to win at times—because Ahmose usually has an ace card up his sleeve and will play it at the last minute.
-Ahmose likes to say things that make his allies think. He will never mind speaking in riddles, or giving a small one-liner that will make allies pause and review what they are doing.
Dislikes:
-Ahmose loathes needless destruction, or overkill.
-Ahmose usually was not one to like chatting his face off during missions, and often falls silent when doing so. Keep talking or trying to get words out of him in friendly conversation and he might shoot you in the leg.
-He really could enjoy any sort of vague speech or methods less. He prefers everyone around him to get to the point.
Other:
Ahmose has a many weapons hidden on his form. With his mask, he often has thick-looking clothing, though really, he couldn’t be more outfitted. His Mask is actually connected to a several small bullet-proof tube on his belt, that can act as temporary oxygen supply if he needs it. It provides him with about thirty minutes of oxygen. The glass of his Gas-mask goggles are bullet proof as well.
Ahmose additionally has thick clothing around his arm—or so it seems. Behind the uniform on each fore-arm, rests strapped on devices, designed to look just like hunky skin behind clothing. These are actually grappling hooks, which are capable of being sent out as fast as a bullet, and reeling the user in with considerably fast speed.
With this Ahmose keeps with him some experimental anti-cybertronian weapons. These actually only come in the form of tubes, grenades, and are even in the handle of his knives—this weapon is actually a gas. This gas holds chemicals which make any metal, should it be sprayed with a full dose, extremely brittle and easy to shatter. This chemical gas is released rapidly and in cloud-sized portions, making evasize maneuver rather difficult. This gas does not effect humans at all, but due to it being incredibly thick, like smoke, it will have devastating effects on metal. The brittleness of the metal will cause it to become rather delicate, and no matter how firm it was it will become easy to penetrate or break. This gas works perfectly except in the heat of the day. It is most often used at night, or is advised to be, and is enhanced in the winter.
Aside fropm those, Ahmose keeps on his person a sniper rifle, two pistols, two other knives, and a bottle of very powerful vodka. He never drinks, but for some reason, he always keeps this on his person.
Age: Mid twenties to thirties
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 1983
Time of Birth: 4: 37 A.M.
Hometown: Unknown
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Appearance:
Apparel:
Hair: Unknown—it is unclear if he has any.
Eyes: One, single dark brown Eye
Skin: Light tan, or so he says.
Weight:
~
Height: 5 ft 8’’
Markings:
None known
Personality: Ahmose is relatively straightforward with his words and intentions, though he only really speaks when spoken to. He has a mindset of an organizer, and likes to cover every single detail in anything thoroughly, especially if he is doing or participating it. He prefers working from the side lines, and appreciates diligence. A perfectionist, by definition. He Ahmose is a bit of a dreamer, as in he will come up with many, many ideas, but he often times organize even those into small sections in his mind, before seeing if they are fit or possible.
Ahmose is a very calculative man, always thinking and working his mind, whether he is sarcastically responding to failure, or continuing to carry on with his work. He is enjoys privacy, and space to perform any projects. He carries out many of his endeavors or thinks and plans like an artist, considering the basics of his plans but the foundation of his master pieces. Ahmose has a slight amount of curiosity to how things work, and asks himself questions as to study everything he is curious about, as to analyze it as or before touching and messing with it.
History:
Joseph was adopted into a family at age four, from an orphanage. The family which he was adopted into were immagrants coming from Asia, moving to America to move in with their cousins. Joseph’s new parents turned out to be Jainists, being a part of a culture that believed in non-violence, and to not harm any living creature—including insects. Joseph was raised to believe that only the bare essentials in life were required, and that violence was a terrible crime. He followed and adored his parents, constantly wearing a mouth cover over his face as to not bring any harm to the more delicate organisms. (Or to to bring as little harm to them as possible). Joseph decided to become an artist as he grew up, being rather gifted in using a pencil, pen, or anything that touched paper.
Time went on, and Joseph was sent off to school at an early age, his passing of grades reasonable enough, and most of his free time had gone into doing extra studies, thanks to encouragement from his parents. The young man set off, seeking his destiny as an artist. Unfortunately, his peaceful days were over, and the boy was kid-napped, and drafted into a separatist organization. The organization was what remained of a nation’s secret police, and this organization was gradually seizing several young men at a time for their program, an idea driven by a madman. Joseph was hence trained to kill, despite his resistance, and was forced to learn more questionable methods for survival in the boot camp. Joseph learned to hate, to keep himself distant and unreadable, and to learn the weaknesses of his opponent. He was taught how to act and kill swiftly, as brainwashing was started.
But Joseph and a handful of other young boys detested the teachings, and together, they acted as if they would obey—and formed their own small organization within the organization. As a weed does, they grew, until at last, Joseph told his friends coldly one day that it was now or never: it was time to kill their torturers and leader. Joseph and his allies were merciless, killing all of their tormenters without hesitation, whether it meant stabbing them to death or shooting them in the head. Yet after the carnage, The group found themselves uncontent. One of Joseph’s friends, Ike, stated they had done many terrible deeds for their old masters—unspeakable works, and there was no turning back. The group agreed, but they knew they needed to right what they had done. Joseph propsed they joined the military with aliases, and the group agreed.
--
He’d taken upon the name Ahmose Fable, the boy Joseph was now long gone. Ahmose had risen along with his friends to the some of the highest ranking black ops soldiers, years of training now under their belts, their knowledge of how to effectively and efficiently assassinate a human being extensive. Ahmose still remembered his old life, and to remember his parents and who they were, or what he had been, he covered his skin entirely, and concealed his face behind a gas-mask. Jainists wore face covers, and so in memory of that life, he too would wear a face cover—though any hint of that religion had passed away. Dark secrets would always find their way to Ahmose, as he was sent on investigations, one in which, he discovered the existence of Transformers. Ahmose was fascinated by the robotic creatures, and how they indeed acted so similarly to humans—a conclusion that he found all too true. Ahmose found hismefl looking at a world which was swarmed by these machines, two sides both invading, and then turning the planet into their battle ground. Ahmose had spoken to several transformers, and knew of their ‘Cybertron’ and other worlds that had been destroyed because of their war. It did not take long for Ahmose to come to the conclusion that Earth would crumble should the Cybertronians continue to wage war on their soil, and wreak destruction upon city after city. Ahmose was invited into another organization, however, his one showed promising ideals: saving Earth. Ahmose had lost his parents and his old life, and had seen anarchy, as well as be the cause of it. He knew that when he had been the one behind the trigger, he hadn’t cared who had been in front of it, except friends. The Cybertronians acted so similar. They never shot or destroyed their friends in combat, but as for human kind—the third party couldn’t have been considered less.
It would not take much thinking for Ahmose to join this new group.
Likes:
-Ahmose appreciates a sense of duty, and initiative.
-Ahmose enjoys missions where he is not expected to win at times—because Ahmose usually has an ace card up his sleeve and will play it at the last minute.
-Ahmose likes to say things that make his allies think. He will never mind speaking in riddles, or giving a small one-liner that will make allies pause and review what they are doing.
Dislikes:
-Ahmose loathes needless destruction, or overkill.
-Ahmose usually was not one to like chatting his face off during missions, and often falls silent when doing so. Keep talking or trying to get words out of him in friendly conversation and he might shoot you in the leg.
-He really could enjoy any sort of vague speech or methods less. He prefers everyone around him to get to the point.
Other:
Ahmose has a many weapons hidden on his form. With his mask, he often has thick-looking clothing, though really, he couldn’t be more outfitted. His Mask is actually connected to a several small bullet-proof tube on his belt, that can act as temporary oxygen supply if he needs it. It provides him with about thirty minutes of oxygen. The glass of his Gas-mask goggles are bullet proof as well.
Ahmose additionally has thick clothing around his arm—or so it seems. Behind the uniform on each fore-arm, rests strapped on devices, designed to look just like hunky skin behind clothing. These are actually grappling hooks, which are capable of being sent out as fast as a bullet, and reeling the user in with considerably fast speed.
With this Ahmose keeps with him some experimental anti-cybertronian weapons. These actually only come in the form of tubes, grenades, and are even in the handle of his knives—this weapon is actually a gas. This gas holds chemicals which make any metal, should it be sprayed with a full dose, extremely brittle and easy to shatter. This chemical gas is released rapidly and in cloud-sized portions, making evasize maneuver rather difficult. This gas does not effect humans at all, but due to it being incredibly thick, like smoke, it will have devastating effects on metal. The brittleness of the metal will cause it to become rather delicate, and no matter how firm it was it will become easy to penetrate or break. This gas works perfectly except in the heat of the day. It is most often used at night, or is advised to be, and is enhanced in the winter.
Aside fropm those, Ahmose keeps on his person a sniper rifle, two pistols, two other knives, and a bottle of very powerful vodka. He never drinks, but for some reason, he always keeps this on his person.