Post by Steinerman on May 9, 2010 4:45:17 GMT -5
Name: Thomas Saint
Alias: Omega
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Nationality: Zailleon
Appearance: Thomas, much like his brother Michael, is a tall man, standing at the rather impressive height of six feet, four inches. His hair is a little on the shaggy side, though kept short enough to ensure it never hinders his line of sight, it is a soft brown in color. It has been said that Thomas received all the good looks in the family, and this may be true. His face is clear and handsome, his mouth and lips look as though they would be most at home with a smile upon them. His ears are well-rounded, his nose thin but not ugly. His right eye’s iris is purple in color, startling beautiful in it’s own way. His left eye, however, is a different story. Horrifically damaged in his early twenties, his left eye was replaced with a mechanical counterpart. This device is a solid black in color, though at times a hint of red light can be seen to shine through it.
His body is well-muscled, yet not overly imposing. He shares his brother’s long arms and delicate fingers. Where his brother is broad, Thomas is thinner, more lupine in form, though still a large man, he is nowhere near as heavy as his brother, weighing closer to two hundred pounds in weight.
Casual Attire: Thomas’s usual traveling attire is a leather and cloth ensemble, greys mixed with browns and some slight accents of black. Brown steel-toe military boots guard his feet, under the boots are a pair of grey socks. His pants are a solid black, made of leather and loosely fit. A black belt holds these up, upon which is a holster for a large slug-throwing pistol. His shirt is grey cloth with black buttons, form-fitting and tucked neatly into his pants. A brown leather shoulder holster is attached to his shirt, with two slots, one for a slug-throwing pistol and the second for a small machete-like blade.
Professional Attire: Thomas is a mercenary, and while some Mercenaries don’t have a particular dress-code, the unit he works for does. Black steel-toe books and socks laced with Mythril strands for protection. Loose-fitting camouflaged pants (colored to match the suspected area of operation) with a secondary layer of Mythril sewn into the reverse side. Securing the pants is a black tactical belt with several loops and pockets for holding various pieces of equipment. Covering his muscled torso is a tightly-fitted camouflaged T-shirt (again with a Mythril layer sewn into the reverse side). Over this goes a camouflaged tactical combat vest, specially made for combat with a three-layer system. The First layer is cloth, the second Mythril, and the third a ballistic Kevlar. The vest, (much like the belt) has dozens of pockets and loops and attachments for military equipment. Including a shoulder-mounted rig for a flashlight or laser-sight, and a rear-shoulder sheath for a short-sword or weapon of similar length.
Personality: Thomas is in many ways the opposite of his brother. Rash, quick to anger and just as quick to forget and forgive. He’s a solitary, sarcastic, cynical man with a dark sense of humor who generally turns the most dangerous of situations into a grim joke. And yet, there is some kindness hidden within this man. Though generally a solitary figure, he can show warmth to certain others, generally only those who he has fought beside in battle. But on rare occasion he has been known to let show a brief glimpse of a tender bearing, though in most cases this tenderness is only shown to frightened children and teenagers he comes across on a battlefield. Whether those moments are moments of true compassion or simply the cold bearing of a sniper who doesn’t wish his position to be given away by startled locals, no one can say for sure.
Intelligent and gifted with an extra helping of street-smarts and skill, coupled with a relentless drive too win each fight he enters makes Thomas a very dangerous man to encounter on a battleground. Many who know Thomas usually counts his rash and quick-moving behavior as a downside. Thomas not-so-politely disagrees with their assessment, at least when it comes to sniping. While in truth it makes him somewhat hasty in his actions, it also keeps Thomas on his feet and moving. Creating a very mobile and dangerous marksman. However, there have been times where Thomas has been required to sit for long periods of time in a single position while guarding a target. Here his usual quick movements count for nothing, fortunately Thomas has learned to curb that rashness in many situations. Enabling him to take on the role of the more traditional sniper who can sit for hours on end in a single position if he so chooses.
Possessions:
“Hellraiser” .50 Cal sniper rifle: Thomas has many guns which he switches between often. But Hellraiser is his personal sniper rifle. Carefully crafted for his personal use, this large weapon reaches almost five feet in length and weighs a little over twenty-eight pounds. It has a non-standard twelve-round ammo clip, a front mounted bipod and several different sights to fit the situation. The ammo is generally a highly dangerous anti-material round, but if occasion calls for a switch in ammo, it is easily possible to switch out. The weapon is painted a dark grey.
Special Abilities:
Soldier and Marksman: Thomas is an excellent combat operative who excels at killing opponents in a timely fashion. In marksmanship (Sniping) Thomas is a true star, able to easily hit many targets from a prone or kneeling position, and having an excellent ratio of hits while on the move with most long-barreled weapons.
Commander: While not the most capable or dangerous battlefield commander, Thomas has a solid grasp of tactics and strategy, enabling him to be a capable unit leader if need be.
Mechanical Eye: Thomas’s loss of an eye would have been deemed a horrible disfigurement in any other place. But due to a fortunate series of events, Thomas received a new, more capable eye to replace the one he lost. This eye (a military prototype) has perfect vision, several modes including night-vision and infrared, and enhanced tracking. Thus enabling his sometimes lightning fast reflexes and near-pinpoint marksmanship with projectile weapons.
History: Born to Tania Saint in 68 S.R. Thomas grew up in his brother’s shadow, both sons pushed hard by their mother to be everything their father wasn’t, Thomas lived always seemingly a second fiddle to his brother Michael. In their martial training Michael excelled with the sword and shield. Thomas, wishing to be different than his brother, kept with the latest technology, growing familiar with the assault rifle and the pistol, the Long-barreled sniper rifle and the anti-tank rocket launcher.
In their small close-knit family, Michael always got the largest amount of praise, as his ideals were true and his heart pure, or so their mother liked to say. Thomas was brought up in the gentlemanly ways, much like his brother. But his mood was usually dark and silent from so many classes under a harsh marksman who served as his teacher in the art of Marksmanship with a sniper rifle. And though he lived in his brother’s shadow, he did not begrudge Michael the spotlight. Thomas preferred being in the background, out of sight and mind. A better place to pick targets from, if need be. Nor did he dislike his mother, quite the opposite in fact. He was utterly devoted to her in his early years, even taking a grueling job as a message runner for a mercenary unit when Tania fell ill and her sons had to care for her.
It was through this first taste of mercenary life that Thomas felt he found a place to make his mark. His brother could have the fame and glory of being a Stamarian Knight. Thomas would take the fear and renown of being a mercenary sniper. He diligently worked his way up in the mercenary world, from runner to footsoldier. And then by the time he was nineteen, he had reached the rank of squad-leader in an Allondell Mercenary unit. It was there, in Minervum that he met Alexis Vister, a fiery hotheaded girl who he promptly fell in love with and married. Everything seemed to be going well for him.
It was only after the marriage that Thomas realized Alexis was a closet follower of Korinus who kept her faith hidden, so deep in Allondell. Despite his misgivings about her strange religion, Thomas loved the woman dearly, and was overjoyed to learn that she was pregnant with their child. It was around then that things went south for Thomas. Alexis, it turned out, had a plan for their daughter. Alexis was born of a long line of magically talented people, able to do great magical feats with their minds. In her time as a follower of Korinus, Alexis had heard rumors that there would come a leader to the Korin who would smite the Stamarian Empire. And Alexis wanted to be a part of that grand fight against her hated enemy. Unfortunately, she wanted their child to be a part of that fight as well. To say Thomas was opposed to his wife’s plan would be an understatement, he was absolutely set against their child being used as some sort of mental weapon in a war that was not hers.
Things between husband and wife quickly deteriorated in the next year, culminating in an angry shouting match in their small house out in the commonwealth. During this furious fight, Alexis angrily grabbed one of Thomas’s pistols (lying on a nearby table) and with furious words, pulled the trigger. Thomas should have died that day, but something saved him. Perhaps it was the poor angle, the single faulty round in the gun, the shaking hands that pulled the trigger, throwing off the aim. No one can say for sure. Instead of piercing his eye directly and killing him with a shot through the brain, the bullet glanced off something. Horrifically damaging the eye, but angling upwards and away from the skull. The last thing Thomas remembered of that night was Alexis staring with horror at what she’d done, and then grabbing their daughter and running.
He expected to die that night, the pain was immense and he was in no state to do anything to stop the bleeding of the wound. Miraculously, a member of his mercenary unit dropped by their house to return some pieces of equipment, and was able to bandage his wounds. Unsure of what to do, Thomas spent the next few months in a funk, without his eye, he was practically useless to his unit. That was when he was told of the offer. A few days prior to his shooting, a message had come in from a Zailleon based mercenary unit, offering a great deal of money to hire Thomas. He had never bothered to reply, thinking that he was now useless. The offer persisted though, and Thomas finally traveled back to his home continent to meet with the leader of the mercenary outfit that so wished to hire him. That was when he met Robert Valentine, or Beowulf, as he was sometimes called.
Thomas, having lost much of his confidence in his own abilities and feeling like nothing more than a one-eyed jobless outcast, stuttered and stammered his way through trying to explain that he was a useless sniper now with the loss of his eye. Robert merely smiled grimly and waved away his words, the man was intent on hiring Thomas. As it turned out, Robert had been running a small-time merc unit for several years now. But with the recent uptick in business caused by the Stamarian wars of conquest, he was expanding and in need of solid soldiers. Thomas, while not the best sniper in the mercenary community, had still caught Robert’s eye.
The Mercenary commander wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, and so finally Thomas gave in and signed on.
“Now you’re part of the family,” Robert had said. “And I take care of my family. Welcome to the Outcasts.” Over the next month, Thomas was outfitted with a mechanical eye, and as his sight and capabilities returned, so did his confidence.
He quickly fell in with the new unit, the new family he’d found. Trying to put from his mind the wife who’d nearly killed him while at the same time attempting to track her down for the sake of their child. Over the next fifteen years his friendship with Robert Valentine grew, the leader becoming something between a brother, a father and a best friend all-in-one. The Outcasts accepted him wholeheartedly, and he finally found a family where he felt he belonged.
He now is Robert’s right-hand and a senior officer in the unit. Unofficially known as “Omega”, or “The End” for his incredible skills with a sniper rifle.
Miscellaneous: N/A
Alias: Omega
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Nationality: Zailleon
Appearance: Thomas, much like his brother Michael, is a tall man, standing at the rather impressive height of six feet, four inches. His hair is a little on the shaggy side, though kept short enough to ensure it never hinders his line of sight, it is a soft brown in color. It has been said that Thomas received all the good looks in the family, and this may be true. His face is clear and handsome, his mouth and lips look as though they would be most at home with a smile upon them. His ears are well-rounded, his nose thin but not ugly. His right eye’s iris is purple in color, startling beautiful in it’s own way. His left eye, however, is a different story. Horrifically damaged in his early twenties, his left eye was replaced with a mechanical counterpart. This device is a solid black in color, though at times a hint of red light can be seen to shine through it.
His body is well-muscled, yet not overly imposing. He shares his brother’s long arms and delicate fingers. Where his brother is broad, Thomas is thinner, more lupine in form, though still a large man, he is nowhere near as heavy as his brother, weighing closer to two hundred pounds in weight.
Casual Attire: Thomas’s usual traveling attire is a leather and cloth ensemble, greys mixed with browns and some slight accents of black. Brown steel-toe military boots guard his feet, under the boots are a pair of grey socks. His pants are a solid black, made of leather and loosely fit. A black belt holds these up, upon which is a holster for a large slug-throwing pistol. His shirt is grey cloth with black buttons, form-fitting and tucked neatly into his pants. A brown leather shoulder holster is attached to his shirt, with two slots, one for a slug-throwing pistol and the second for a small machete-like blade.
Professional Attire: Thomas is a mercenary, and while some Mercenaries don’t have a particular dress-code, the unit he works for does. Black steel-toe books and socks laced with Mythril strands for protection. Loose-fitting camouflaged pants (colored to match the suspected area of operation) with a secondary layer of Mythril sewn into the reverse side. Securing the pants is a black tactical belt with several loops and pockets for holding various pieces of equipment. Covering his muscled torso is a tightly-fitted camouflaged T-shirt (again with a Mythril layer sewn into the reverse side). Over this goes a camouflaged tactical combat vest, specially made for combat with a three-layer system. The First layer is cloth, the second Mythril, and the third a ballistic Kevlar. The vest, (much like the belt) has dozens of pockets and loops and attachments for military equipment. Including a shoulder-mounted rig for a flashlight or laser-sight, and a rear-shoulder sheath for a short-sword or weapon of similar length.
Personality: Thomas is in many ways the opposite of his brother. Rash, quick to anger and just as quick to forget and forgive. He’s a solitary, sarcastic, cynical man with a dark sense of humor who generally turns the most dangerous of situations into a grim joke. And yet, there is some kindness hidden within this man. Though generally a solitary figure, he can show warmth to certain others, generally only those who he has fought beside in battle. But on rare occasion he has been known to let show a brief glimpse of a tender bearing, though in most cases this tenderness is only shown to frightened children and teenagers he comes across on a battlefield. Whether those moments are moments of true compassion or simply the cold bearing of a sniper who doesn’t wish his position to be given away by startled locals, no one can say for sure.
Intelligent and gifted with an extra helping of street-smarts and skill, coupled with a relentless drive too win each fight he enters makes Thomas a very dangerous man to encounter on a battleground. Many who know Thomas usually counts his rash and quick-moving behavior as a downside. Thomas not-so-politely disagrees with their assessment, at least when it comes to sniping. While in truth it makes him somewhat hasty in his actions, it also keeps Thomas on his feet and moving. Creating a very mobile and dangerous marksman. However, there have been times where Thomas has been required to sit for long periods of time in a single position while guarding a target. Here his usual quick movements count for nothing, fortunately Thomas has learned to curb that rashness in many situations. Enabling him to take on the role of the more traditional sniper who can sit for hours on end in a single position if he so chooses.
Possessions:
“Hellraiser” .50 Cal sniper rifle: Thomas has many guns which he switches between often. But Hellraiser is his personal sniper rifle. Carefully crafted for his personal use, this large weapon reaches almost five feet in length and weighs a little over twenty-eight pounds. It has a non-standard twelve-round ammo clip, a front mounted bipod and several different sights to fit the situation. The ammo is generally a highly dangerous anti-material round, but if occasion calls for a switch in ammo, it is easily possible to switch out. The weapon is painted a dark grey.
Special Abilities:
Soldier and Marksman: Thomas is an excellent combat operative who excels at killing opponents in a timely fashion. In marksmanship (Sniping) Thomas is a true star, able to easily hit many targets from a prone or kneeling position, and having an excellent ratio of hits while on the move with most long-barreled weapons.
Commander: While not the most capable or dangerous battlefield commander, Thomas has a solid grasp of tactics and strategy, enabling him to be a capable unit leader if need be.
Mechanical Eye: Thomas’s loss of an eye would have been deemed a horrible disfigurement in any other place. But due to a fortunate series of events, Thomas received a new, more capable eye to replace the one he lost. This eye (a military prototype) has perfect vision, several modes including night-vision and infrared, and enhanced tracking. Thus enabling his sometimes lightning fast reflexes and near-pinpoint marksmanship with projectile weapons.
History: Born to Tania Saint in 68 S.R. Thomas grew up in his brother’s shadow, both sons pushed hard by their mother to be everything their father wasn’t, Thomas lived always seemingly a second fiddle to his brother Michael. In their martial training Michael excelled with the sword and shield. Thomas, wishing to be different than his brother, kept with the latest technology, growing familiar with the assault rifle and the pistol, the Long-barreled sniper rifle and the anti-tank rocket launcher.
In their small close-knit family, Michael always got the largest amount of praise, as his ideals were true and his heart pure, or so their mother liked to say. Thomas was brought up in the gentlemanly ways, much like his brother. But his mood was usually dark and silent from so many classes under a harsh marksman who served as his teacher in the art of Marksmanship with a sniper rifle. And though he lived in his brother’s shadow, he did not begrudge Michael the spotlight. Thomas preferred being in the background, out of sight and mind. A better place to pick targets from, if need be. Nor did he dislike his mother, quite the opposite in fact. He was utterly devoted to her in his early years, even taking a grueling job as a message runner for a mercenary unit when Tania fell ill and her sons had to care for her.
It was through this first taste of mercenary life that Thomas felt he found a place to make his mark. His brother could have the fame and glory of being a Stamarian Knight. Thomas would take the fear and renown of being a mercenary sniper. He diligently worked his way up in the mercenary world, from runner to footsoldier. And then by the time he was nineteen, he had reached the rank of squad-leader in an Allondell Mercenary unit. It was there, in Minervum that he met Alexis Vister, a fiery hotheaded girl who he promptly fell in love with and married. Everything seemed to be going well for him.
It was only after the marriage that Thomas realized Alexis was a closet follower of Korinus who kept her faith hidden, so deep in Allondell. Despite his misgivings about her strange religion, Thomas loved the woman dearly, and was overjoyed to learn that she was pregnant with their child. It was around then that things went south for Thomas. Alexis, it turned out, had a plan for their daughter. Alexis was born of a long line of magically talented people, able to do great magical feats with their minds. In her time as a follower of Korinus, Alexis had heard rumors that there would come a leader to the Korin who would smite the Stamarian Empire. And Alexis wanted to be a part of that grand fight against her hated enemy. Unfortunately, she wanted their child to be a part of that fight as well. To say Thomas was opposed to his wife’s plan would be an understatement, he was absolutely set against their child being used as some sort of mental weapon in a war that was not hers.
Things between husband and wife quickly deteriorated in the next year, culminating in an angry shouting match in their small house out in the commonwealth. During this furious fight, Alexis angrily grabbed one of Thomas’s pistols (lying on a nearby table) and with furious words, pulled the trigger. Thomas should have died that day, but something saved him. Perhaps it was the poor angle, the single faulty round in the gun, the shaking hands that pulled the trigger, throwing off the aim. No one can say for sure. Instead of piercing his eye directly and killing him with a shot through the brain, the bullet glanced off something. Horrifically damaging the eye, but angling upwards and away from the skull. The last thing Thomas remembered of that night was Alexis staring with horror at what she’d done, and then grabbing their daughter and running.
He expected to die that night, the pain was immense and he was in no state to do anything to stop the bleeding of the wound. Miraculously, a member of his mercenary unit dropped by their house to return some pieces of equipment, and was able to bandage his wounds. Unsure of what to do, Thomas spent the next few months in a funk, without his eye, he was practically useless to his unit. That was when he was told of the offer. A few days prior to his shooting, a message had come in from a Zailleon based mercenary unit, offering a great deal of money to hire Thomas. He had never bothered to reply, thinking that he was now useless. The offer persisted though, and Thomas finally traveled back to his home continent to meet with the leader of the mercenary outfit that so wished to hire him. That was when he met Robert Valentine, or Beowulf, as he was sometimes called.
Thomas, having lost much of his confidence in his own abilities and feeling like nothing more than a one-eyed jobless outcast, stuttered and stammered his way through trying to explain that he was a useless sniper now with the loss of his eye. Robert merely smiled grimly and waved away his words, the man was intent on hiring Thomas. As it turned out, Robert had been running a small-time merc unit for several years now. But with the recent uptick in business caused by the Stamarian wars of conquest, he was expanding and in need of solid soldiers. Thomas, while not the best sniper in the mercenary community, had still caught Robert’s eye.
The Mercenary commander wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, and so finally Thomas gave in and signed on.
“Now you’re part of the family,” Robert had said. “And I take care of my family. Welcome to the Outcasts.” Over the next month, Thomas was outfitted with a mechanical eye, and as his sight and capabilities returned, so did his confidence.
He quickly fell in with the new unit, the new family he’d found. Trying to put from his mind the wife who’d nearly killed him while at the same time attempting to track her down for the sake of their child. Over the next fifteen years his friendship with Robert Valentine grew, the leader becoming something between a brother, a father and a best friend all-in-one. The Outcasts accepted him wholeheartedly, and he finally found a family where he felt he belonged.
He now is Robert’s right-hand and a senior officer in the unit. Unofficially known as “Omega”, or “The End” for his incredible skills with a sniper rifle.
Miscellaneous: N/A