Character profile
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Name:
Syriff
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Role: Escaped galactic prisoner
Leading the Duo
Age: 25 Height: 7’10” Weight: 132 kg Hair colour: white and brown Eye colour: Steel blue Personality: Although his outward appearance is that of a menacing brute he is calm and collected constantly thinking ahead with a quiet and still mind like that of a much older strategist. Clothing: Synth-skin a bio-mechanical wetsuit like material that regulates body temperature which protects against high-tech weapon blasts such as plasma or laser rifles, which he wears under his rough leathers and scrap metal armour. His hands are bound Weapon(s): Mechanical leg prosthetics with built-in thrusters offering enhanced kick speed, flight (depending on fuel) and strength. The machinery is permanently fused to his flesh and bone. Skills: Strategically minded, Occupation: He was a farm hand on the agricultural planet Ka’orn until he was imprisoned for protecting a wild female alien from Galactic State Marines a collection of alien species united under a morally corrupt high Council Back story: A simple farm boy who spent a lot of time with his adoptive grandfather who taught him the value of patients, cunning and hard work through the tasks he set him and the board games he forced him to play. His grandfather’s health had been in decline for a while but by Syriff’s 20th birthday he could no longer leave his bed, leaving Syriff struggling to maintain the farm and pay the bills. Until, one day the Galactic State Marines came to Ka’orn offering the inhabitants the ultimatum of join the GSM or die. The government and its people refused and fighting began with thousands of drop ships raining troops down on the people of Ka’orn. On the 3rd day of the attack Syriff awoke at his grandfather’s bedside to gunfire on the farm, he quickly grabbed his grandfather’s service rifle from the wall and ran out to the fields. He found a female Tuskar (a feral race of battle raised, sub-humans) with laser burns running from a group of GS Marines, he quickly ran to her aid shooting two of the marines and leading her to seek cover in his house but the marines quickly surrounded and entered his house. Fearing for his grandfather he ran for his room but took a blast to the legs and losing consciousness as he hit the ground. He came to, to find his grandfather trying to fight the marines but falling to the ground. The Tuskar was restrained but wildly snapping at the leader, a humanoid with a red streak through his hair walking towards his grandfather. Through blurred eyes he watched as the marine stomped on the back of his grandfather’s head slowly twisting his heel as he reached for his gun. Syriff struggled to the doorway barely able to crawl, screaming for him to stop. He heard the leader mutter “filthy backwater scum” as he fired the gun, Syriff reached for his grandfather’s body but before he could his face met with the leaders boot knocking him unconscious again. He awoke on a prison mining planet with the Tuskar by his side, his hands bound and what was left of his legs held together by metal and wires. The prisoners were forced to mine to get food, there were no guards on the planet just automated ships that would trade food for the minerals and ore which they mined daily. After a year Syriff lead an uprising with the Tuskar Chi’ara by his side, using low tech projectiles, crude explosives and even nets made from scrap wiring, to capture the food ships. The plan worked and they are now on their way to seek revenge on the Marine and the rulers of the Galactic State that took their lives from them.  Just some thumbnails I'll follow this up with some scans of my sketchbook thumbs next week. |
For my next post I'll have some vehicle thumbs and concepts of my Magnetic Ore Harvester.
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