Cyborg Ninja

(Since Cylax's character sheet is going to take up so much room, I'll repost the second character here) NAME: Kal Jordo SPECIES: Mandalorian GENDER: Male AFFILIATION: Bounty Hunter Triad MASTER: While he has no masters, he does look to Slate and Cylax as guides WEAPON: A vibrosword, and twin blaster pistols. He loves to face his enemies at pure close range, complimenting his other two comrades nicely. APPEARANCE: Short black hair, dark brown eyes, and a very well fit body. Mini Bio Until I am less Lazy: Kal is in perfect shape for a mandalorian warrior...well former warrior. He lost his father and sought to avenge him, forgetting his honorable ways as he let anger take over. Rather than be killed due to his father's status as well as his own, he simply was exiled. He then took to bounty hunting to make a living, but he's still adjusting to his old warrior ways.

((Yes, you two are not alone. Archon and I are just a bit busy at the moment, but we do plan on getting our bounty hunters into the rp shortly. We're just planning out the details of our posts.))

Name: Cylax Noxus Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Dark Brown Age: 30 Gender: Male Species: Human/Cyborg Personality: One of the most ruthless individuals to exist to date, Cylax makes the word brutal look tame. Cunning and incredibly sadistic, Cylax enjoys fighting his targets almost as much as the fear he can inflict. He's a technical genius, often making changes to his armor as well as repairing any damages he or his comrades might get. There are still traces of the man Cylax once was, but only his comrades get to see those features. Characteristics: Ruthless, Determined, Stubborn,Smart Weapon(s): The most infamous part of Cylax is his left arm. Rather than building a completely new cybernetic arm, Cylax chose to make it a weapon. His favorite feature is the Disruptor Rifle. He can fire it a somewhat short shots or charge it for a much deadlier shot. It houses a few missiles, remote mines, and twin blaster rifles. His right arm is equipped with a heavy grappling line. Affiliation: Bounty Hunter 'Triad' Appearance: Without Helmet In Armor - Armor Backstory: Cylax did not become one of the most ruthless individuals over night. His crippling encounter did not justify the actions he took.. Cylax had always been a privileged individual, even from early childhood. His humble beginnings began as the son of a wealthy family. With his parents being hard workers, Cylax was often left alone. He often got what he wanted as a result of his parents working, and this certainly helped shape Cylax's selfish ways. All was not a complete loss for Cylax at this early age. Despite that he could come off as spoiled, he showed impressive intelligence for his age. His skills with technology were just as impressive as well. He did well in the private schools he went to, and despite his bests efforts his parents were rarely around for his accomplishments. This unfortunate negligence gave Cylax his second sour trait...The need for more. Seeing that he could never impress his parents with one feat, he would try to out do himself with another. This carried over into his studies, future relationships, and way of life. During his teen years Cylax would develop his knack for technology further. He was a borderline genius and skillful inventor. His work helped fill the gap that was left by family issues. He got so skilled with his craft that he was able to quickly get a job. Unfortunately it was for a weapons manufacturing group, but at the time a job was a job to him. He helped develop several weapons over the years, including a modified disruptor rifle. He found away to give the weapon a dual firing system. This gave him his first promotion, and last promotion as a civilian. He was working on a new type of ion canon to implement into starships when a thief snuck into his home to take the schematics. His father was wounded during a scuffle between Cylax and the thief and later died of injuries. The thief managed to escape and Cylax was left to mourn with his mother. Rather than wait for justice to find the thief, he chose to do so himself. Armed with his modified disruptor rifle, Cylax managed to track the thief down to an abandoned factory. Cylax executed the thief without any sort of mercy, and almost got away had he not been stopped by a jedi. Despite claming to act in avenging his father the jedi wanted to bring Cylax in. Outraged by being labled as bad as the thief, Cylax refused. The clash that followed was brief...but changed everything about Cylax. Cylax lost his left arm, and fell down a significant drop. He was presumed dead by the rookie jedi and left there. Cylax awoke from a near death like state, and was greeted with incredible pain. He fought through the pain with every ounce of anger he could contain. He fled the scene and rather than get medical attention took matter into his own hands. He created a cybernetic arm for himself and this would begin his reign as one of the most ruthless killers out there. The jedi that did this to him was his new target of revenge. He knew what kind of man he was up against, so he needed to prepare. He crafted a guantlet for his right arm, and equipped it with a special electric coil. He sought the jedi out and battled him once more. When it seemed the jedi would win, Cylax activated the gadget on his right arm. With a final blaster shot, the jedi was no more. The thrill of the second kill was all too much fun for the soon to be hunter. He started taking various jobs, each one more dangerous than the next. He continued to modify himself until he was essentially a walking suit of armor. (More to come later, sleep now)

North Eastern Amerika Exact Coordinates Unknown It was often difficult to go back to sleep when suddenly awakening from a dreadful nightmare...if only the people in this forest were dreaming. These people had been dragged from their homes, and all lined up like the good little sheep that they were. Many soldiers stood ever so silently, making the wind the loudest thing in the area when it passed by. It was careful though, as if it too did not wish to come across such a horrible thing. A woman suddenly spoke up among the mute crowd, pleading with the soldiers to let them go. Her cries went answered...but not by the soldier. The man of the hour himself approached the woman. The Red Skull was certainly someone to be feared, and these people did just that. He was the shepard, and they were now his sheep. A few feet from him stood another being who was just as quiet as the soldiers. A large purple cape was draped over the figure, covering almost the entire body. Only the domed helmet stuck out, which the being didn't mind in the slightest. A small smile curved on the figure's face. The reason for it was the thought of what these people would see if they were to gaze in that general direction. They would be greeted with their own reflection, and there were high hopes they would do so in their final moments. The second reason was simply due to the fact that no one would see the smile in the first place. Mysterio watched the next series of events quite intently. The fire that soon smothered these fine folks came as both a welcoming sight and yet another headache. Fire was a beautiful creature when danced with properly. She was elegant and her movements could only be matched with an equal amount of grace. Such a fast movement like this could hardly be enjoyed let alone savored. It was brutal, and quite horrific...a classic mark of the Red Skull. The masked marvel moved towards Red Skull with a calm stride. "Subtle as usual, aren't we?" Mysterio said with every bit of wit he could fit into that sentence. No man or woman would dare speak to the Red Skull in such a way. Mysterio was no man or woman though, a soon to be god. With such a title and power to back those words up meant Mysterio feared no back lash from the man. Mysterio had brought down the X-Men, and in turn made a real name for "Mysterio" that day. The domed genius was also aware of this Red Skull's accomplishments. As such his words were not of arrogance or disapproval in his choice. He was simply speaking to the Red Skull as an equal unlike the rest of his soldiers. Mysterio knew how Red Skull viewed people like that, and Mysterio would be no puppet like these soldiers. "Though I did enjoy the bit with the family reunions, it was a very nice touch" Mysterio added before letting out a light chuckle.

Name: Unknown Villain Name: Mysterio Age: Unknown Gender: Possibly Male Appearance: Mysterio wears a green body suit, padded for extra protection. His boots and gloves are a yellow color, with some decal work on the gauntlets. His two most iconic features are the purple cape he wears, which can cover his entire body minus the most important part. Referred to as a "fish bowl" by many a long time ago. The domed visor is no longer a laughing joke. Personality: The most noticeable feature of Mysterio is the tranquility. Mysterio is a being who can keep composure better than almost every other villain out there. Not even in the face of failure does the masked master lose any sort of cool. This calmness is accompanied with quite a large ego given Mysterio's past. A near godlike complex makes getting under Mysterio's skin a very difficult feat. All are beneath Mysterio with team-ups with other villains being nothing more than a temporary necessity. Despite this new found ego, Mysterio can respect other villains...and even some of these heroes. One of the most interesting things to come from this ego is his lack of vengeance. No need to get back at those who might have mocked Mysterio in the past, or to bask in the news of Spiderman's death. Mysterio has no need for vengeance, as Mysterio is above such petty things. Powers: Those who heard Mysterio's name in the past look to the parlor tricks and other uses of illusion. Such "magic" is for a mere mortal perhaps, but to this Mysterio? Only true power can be wielded by this Mysterio. Only true power could topple the X-Men themselves. Mysterio's use of magic is something to truly be feared. Skills: Mysterio possesses a superior intellect and is a tactician in battle. History: Mysterio is truly one of the most mysterious villains to walk this planet. The arrival of the domed villain came as a shock to almost everyone. Mysterio was sent to deal with Wolverine and the other X-Men. It was most likely a suicide mission, yet what happened on that mission would cause of the most significant victories for villains. Mysterio not only managed to trick Wolverine himself, but have the clawed brute take down the X-Men in the process. That was the day Mysterio was no longer mocked by fellow villains. There was talk about Mysterio though. Rumors quickly spread that the Mysterio that defeated the X-Men was not the Mysterio who battled Spiderman many times. This Mysterio was met with both praise and fear...both were very much welcomed. This was a long time ago, and many years have passed. Mysterio is now one of the key figures, standing along side such menacing villains as the Red Skull. Despite the many years, Mysterio doesn't seem to have taken effect to age. This is difficult due to no one seeing what hides behind that costume, but the voice sounds very similar. How is such a feat possible though? Is Mysterio's magic powerful enough to keep the master in peak condition? Is this another version of Mysterio, perhaps a new one? Is this Mysterio even human? The answer to those questions...is a mystery. Equipment: A god needs no equipment. Corny ending to the history...but needed. A special note is that Mysterio isn't obviously a god and neither are his abilities. He's powerful but no where close to godly...he just thinks he's that good