Post by missthundercat on Dec 15, 2006 21:32:00 GMT -5
Real/Full Name: Horatio Kane
Name Mostly Called:
Horatio
H
Gunsmith
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Alliance: The Resistance
Appearance:
Usual Clothing:
Sturdy jeans and thick cotton shirts. Although most of his clothes end up greasy, torn, scorched or ripped from his work in the Shed, Horatio doesn't mind wearing something a little more fancy when he's not working, like slightly more casual pants, a shirt and an overcoat. However, being of some age, he doen't like very flashy colors. His trademark are a pair of sunglasses that he wears, primarily outdoors, to keep his sensitive eyes safe from harmful sunrays.
Horatio is a fan of so called 'earthern colors'.
Special Weapons:
Because he doesn't often need to take action in a battlefield, his lack of proper training, Horatio relies on his wits more than his fighting skills. He does know his share of firearms, and uses a 9-mm, semi-auto Berretta 8000 Cougar, that he comfortably conseals on his person if needed.
On occasion, if he has to take part in defending the Underground Headquarters, Horatio will jump into action, either by using the special, arm-mounted Grenade Launcher he himself has modified with custom-made rounds, or a semi-auto sniper rifle. Despite his age, Horatio's eyesight is perfect, and his calm and ability to discipline himself even in extreme situations make him a very deadly sniper.
When it comes to meelee combat, this is where Horatio finds himself vulnurable. He has a bad knee and can't move very fast, neither is he particularly strong. But he has an eye for details, and enough sense to avoid situations where he knows he is lacking. If he's cornered, he can sometimes rat himself out by using some odd gadget or other that he has been making, like his reputed 'Blinders' flash-bombs.
Family:
Widower, his wife Marisol Delco passed away several years before, due to caner.
Strengths
He's been off Prozium for many years-- if he ever took it in the first place. This makes him pretty much used to all the ups and downs of human emotion range and capable of controlling himself very well. He sometimes acts as the catalyst that breaks up fights among his core of the Resistance, and helps balance out the recenlty Prozium-free from the more emotionally active ones.
He's a brilliant mechanic and gunsmith, able to repair anything from cars to computers, and is equally hefty with pre-21st century technology as he is with up-to-date. If anything new comes his way, give him 48 hours with it, and 9 out of 10 times he'll have it figured out by lunch. He's particularly good at modifying and repairing guns, and is responsible for both much of the Resistance's amount of firearms, as well as the custom guns some members have, such as Adrian Aladrago. Horatio also makes other, various contraptions and gadgets that can be used one way or another.
Weaknesses:
His age; it also makes him a little cranky and irritable sometimes.
He's quite vulnerable out in the field, without someone to watch his back. He is practically helpless against a Cleric, and he knows it.
Personality:
Horatio is mostly serious, concerned about his Resistance's section, putting its safety above everything else. He's a stead-fast and loyal man, not afraid to fight for his beliefs in any way he can. He's resourceful, witty and thinks out of the box, getting the greater picture of things before younger Resistance fighters. He's often being accused of spending too much tim in his Shed working on machines or guns and not actively working for the Resistance's purpose. But in all truth, Horatio labours harder than many for the progress of the Resistance, in his own way.
A widower for may years, and never having kids, Horatio is an advocate of younger generation, teaching, mentoring and giving advice. He does have a slightly grouchy or irritable edge due to his age and hte things he's seen in his life, but always enjoys a good joke, or a well-placed remark or comeback, with a typical, flirtarious almost, smile.
History:
Horatio doesn't like to dwell too much into his past. It appears that he once served in one of the armies of WW III and knows first-hand the atrocities men commited during the time, that led to the current situation.
A fugitive from Libria, Horatio is believed to have been one of the earliest recruits of the Resistance, if not one of the core founders. He tenaciously refuses to assume a high-placed leading role, preferring to make himself more practically useful at his Shed or the Temple, where the reformed Clerics and those who want to learn the Gun Kata ways train.
About a year ago, a 17-year-old Cleric trainee was brought into his Resistance section, after being found in the Nethers, injured to near death. He ad been shot down by rogues and left for dead with a deep gunshot to the stomach. Although his chances were slim, the youth pulled through, and Horatio took it upon himself to help the teenager adapt to lack of Prozium and the experience of emotions, as well as being violntly separated from his twin brother. The teenage was placed under his superveillance.
One year later he still acts as a mentor for Adrian Aladrago, always watching out for him, scolding him, giving him advice and helping him turn from Cleric trainee to a promising Resistance New Knight Templar. He isn't very optimistic about Adian's resolve to find his twin and pull him out of Grammaton's clutches, but as long as the young man is set on it, Horato has little choice but to assist him any way possble.
Recently he came into the acquaitance of former Cleric John Preston, and holds him in quite the high esteem.
Other Information:
He doesn't look it, but Horatio cooks pretty well. Its thanks to this that Adrian discovered he's got a terrible weakness for stauch-based sweets.
Smokes rolled cigarettes, and his tobbaco brand of preference is DRUM.
Has the habit of smirking in a flirtarious manner whe challenged or when he nails something or someone.
He plays the piano sometimes, but only plays jazz pieces. He clails that classic msic is too dull for him, but the truth is that he only knows how to play jazz...
Horatio's eyes have a slight sensitivity to strong sunlight, hense his trademark glasses.
RESISTANCE MEMBERS ONLY
Hobbies:
Designing and constructing custom devices and gadgets in his Shed; listening to music; having conversations with one or two frends over a glass of scotch and some tobbacco.
Favourite Colour: Color of sand
Likes: Whiskey, beef, having random arguments with Adrian, watching his gadgets work better than he expected, good news, jazz music.
Dislikes: The heavy metal musc that Adrian will loudly listen to at innapropriate hours, being disturbed while doing a particularly delicate work in the Shed, being called old, the arrogance of certain Resistance members that believe brawn will win them the war againt Grammaton.
Music Genres:
Jazz, Soul, Orchestral
RP Example:
Sparks flew in every direction from his blowtorch as Horatio melded together the torn scrap metal, to repair the body of the armored car they had salvaged two days ago. An old armored courier van, who would have guessed! This thing had endured very well after the war, and was still functional when they found it, save for a few minor holes and burned fuses. Horatio had high hopes of it as he personally condocted repairs in his Shed, as e called the vast underground werehouse that housed his workshop, filled almost to the ceiling with spare parts, scrap metal and other odd things.
"Um, excuse me, Horatio!"
He turned off the blowtorch and lifted up his protective mask. "Yes? Oh, hello there Abigail" he said to the younger Ashfield. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Um, did you fix it?" asked the girl pointedly.
"Yup. Its right over there, on the counter. As good as new. Only had to change a circuit."
"Oh, thank you."
Abigail moved towards the counter and picked up an old Diskman off it. It looked a lot better than it did when she brought it to Horatio, after it stopped working.
"Just plug it in and let it charge, it'll do the rest on its own" he said, pushing down the mask again and returning to his repairs. "Say hello to you brother from me, when you see him."
"Thank you, Horatio. Bye" she replied.
Horatio grinned a little under the mask, as he returned to soldering, sparks flying everywhere again.
Name Mostly Called:
Horatio
H
Gunsmith
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Alliance: The Resistance
Appearance:
Usual Clothing:
Sturdy jeans and thick cotton shirts. Although most of his clothes end up greasy, torn, scorched or ripped from his work in the Shed, Horatio doesn't mind wearing something a little more fancy when he's not working, like slightly more casual pants, a shirt and an overcoat. However, being of some age, he doen't like very flashy colors. His trademark are a pair of sunglasses that he wears, primarily outdoors, to keep his sensitive eyes safe from harmful sunrays.
Horatio is a fan of so called 'earthern colors'.
Special Weapons:
Because he doesn't often need to take action in a battlefield, his lack of proper training, Horatio relies on his wits more than his fighting skills. He does know his share of firearms, and uses a 9-mm, semi-auto Berretta 8000 Cougar, that he comfortably conseals on his person if needed.
On occasion, if he has to take part in defending the Underground Headquarters, Horatio will jump into action, either by using the special, arm-mounted Grenade Launcher he himself has modified with custom-made rounds, or a semi-auto sniper rifle. Despite his age, Horatio's eyesight is perfect, and his calm and ability to discipline himself even in extreme situations make him a very deadly sniper.
When it comes to meelee combat, this is where Horatio finds himself vulnurable. He has a bad knee and can't move very fast, neither is he particularly strong. But he has an eye for details, and enough sense to avoid situations where he knows he is lacking. If he's cornered, he can sometimes rat himself out by using some odd gadget or other that he has been making, like his reputed 'Blinders' flash-bombs.
Family:
Widower, his wife Marisol Delco passed away several years before, due to caner.
Strengths
He's been off Prozium for many years-- if he ever took it in the first place. This makes him pretty much used to all the ups and downs of human emotion range and capable of controlling himself very well. He sometimes acts as the catalyst that breaks up fights among his core of the Resistance, and helps balance out the recenlty Prozium-free from the more emotionally active ones.
He's a brilliant mechanic and gunsmith, able to repair anything from cars to computers, and is equally hefty with pre-21st century technology as he is with up-to-date. If anything new comes his way, give him 48 hours with it, and 9 out of 10 times he'll have it figured out by lunch. He's particularly good at modifying and repairing guns, and is responsible for both much of the Resistance's amount of firearms, as well as the custom guns some members have, such as Adrian Aladrago. Horatio also makes other, various contraptions and gadgets that can be used one way or another.
Weaknesses:
His age; it also makes him a little cranky and irritable sometimes.
He's quite vulnerable out in the field, without someone to watch his back. He is practically helpless against a Cleric, and he knows it.
Personality:
Horatio is mostly serious, concerned about his Resistance's section, putting its safety above everything else. He's a stead-fast and loyal man, not afraid to fight for his beliefs in any way he can. He's resourceful, witty and thinks out of the box, getting the greater picture of things before younger Resistance fighters. He's often being accused of spending too much tim in his Shed working on machines or guns and not actively working for the Resistance's purpose. But in all truth, Horatio labours harder than many for the progress of the Resistance, in his own way.
A widower for may years, and never having kids, Horatio is an advocate of younger generation, teaching, mentoring and giving advice. He does have a slightly grouchy or irritable edge due to his age and hte things he's seen in his life, but always enjoys a good joke, or a well-placed remark or comeback, with a typical, flirtarious almost, smile.
History:
Horatio doesn't like to dwell too much into his past. It appears that he once served in one of the armies of WW III and knows first-hand the atrocities men commited during the time, that led to the current situation.
A fugitive from Libria, Horatio is believed to have been one of the earliest recruits of the Resistance, if not one of the core founders. He tenaciously refuses to assume a high-placed leading role, preferring to make himself more practically useful at his Shed or the Temple, where the reformed Clerics and those who want to learn the Gun Kata ways train.
About a year ago, a 17-year-old Cleric trainee was brought into his Resistance section, after being found in the Nethers, injured to near death. He ad been shot down by rogues and left for dead with a deep gunshot to the stomach. Although his chances were slim, the youth pulled through, and Horatio took it upon himself to help the teenager adapt to lack of Prozium and the experience of emotions, as well as being violntly separated from his twin brother. The teenage was placed under his superveillance.
One year later he still acts as a mentor for Adrian Aladrago, always watching out for him, scolding him, giving him advice and helping him turn from Cleric trainee to a promising Resistance New Knight Templar. He isn't very optimistic about Adian's resolve to find his twin and pull him out of Grammaton's clutches, but as long as the young man is set on it, Horato has little choice but to assist him any way possble.
Recently he came into the acquaitance of former Cleric John Preston, and holds him in quite the high esteem.
Other Information:
He doesn't look it, but Horatio cooks pretty well. Its thanks to this that Adrian discovered he's got a terrible weakness for stauch-based sweets.
Smokes rolled cigarettes, and his tobbaco brand of preference is DRUM.
Has the habit of smirking in a flirtarious manner whe challenged or when he nails something or someone.
He plays the piano sometimes, but only plays jazz pieces. He clails that classic msic is too dull for him, but the truth is that he only knows how to play jazz...
Horatio's eyes have a slight sensitivity to strong sunlight, hense his trademark glasses.
RESISTANCE MEMBERS ONLY
Hobbies:
Designing and constructing custom devices and gadgets in his Shed; listening to music; having conversations with one or two frends over a glass of scotch and some tobbacco.
Favourite Colour: Color of sand
Likes: Whiskey, beef, having random arguments with Adrian, watching his gadgets work better than he expected, good news, jazz music.
Dislikes: The heavy metal musc that Adrian will loudly listen to at innapropriate hours, being disturbed while doing a particularly delicate work in the Shed, being called old, the arrogance of certain Resistance members that believe brawn will win them the war againt Grammaton.
Music Genres:
Jazz, Soul, Orchestral
RP Example:
Sparks flew in every direction from his blowtorch as Horatio melded together the torn scrap metal, to repair the body of the armored car they had salvaged two days ago. An old armored courier van, who would have guessed! This thing had endured very well after the war, and was still functional when they found it, save for a few minor holes and burned fuses. Horatio had high hopes of it as he personally condocted repairs in his Shed, as e called the vast underground werehouse that housed his workshop, filled almost to the ceiling with spare parts, scrap metal and other odd things.
"Um, excuse me, Horatio!"
He turned off the blowtorch and lifted up his protective mask. "Yes? Oh, hello there Abigail" he said to the younger Ashfield. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Um, did you fix it?" asked the girl pointedly.
"Yup. Its right over there, on the counter. As good as new. Only had to change a circuit."
"Oh, thank you."
Abigail moved towards the counter and picked up an old Diskman off it. It looked a lot better than it did when she brought it to Horatio, after it stopped working.
"Just plug it in and let it charge, it'll do the rest on its own" he said, pushing down the mask again and returning to his repairs. "Say hello to you brother from me, when you see him."
"Thank you, Horatio. Bye" she replied.
Horatio grinned a little under the mask, as he returned to soldering, sparks flying everywhere again.