Post by Freya A. Valentine on Jul 8, 2020 22:40:06 GMT -4
STAZ
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: STAZ
Faceclaim/Series: Kyle from Astral Chain
Age: 20-25(?)
Gender: M̴̢̼̯̮̘̫͇͈̹̏̿̉̋̈̔̎̉͑̂̀͛͠͝ạ̸̢̼̜̯͔̙͉̝̥̫̪͓̹̃̉͒̚ͅl̴̢̢͎̟̟̬͋͐̓̉̈̾̋̇̓̿͂͠ͅę̵͍̈͆̆̃͗̈́̈́̓͗̽̊͘
Affiliation: - Citizens - Illegal- Gang Leader
Height: 6'9
Weight: 204
Hair/Style: Short, Albino(?)
Skin/Scars: None
Eyes: Purple(?)
Notables:
No one actually knows what he looks like underneath his suit. Not even his own crew but on occasion one would get a glimpse of what his actual hair color is. He always wears the mask and suit.
Faceclaim/Series: Kyle from Astral Chain
Age: 20-25(?)
Gender: M̴̢̼̯̮̘̫͇͈̹̏̿̉̋̈̔̎̉͑̂̀͛͠͝ạ̸̢̼̜̯͔̙͉̝̥̫̪͓̹̃̉͒̚ͅl̴̢̢͎̟̟̬͋͐̓̉̈̾̋̇̓̿͂͠ͅę̵͍̈͆̆̃͗̈́̈́̓͗̽̊͘
Affiliation: - Citizens - Illegal- Gang Leader
Height: 6'9
Weight: 204
Hair/Style: Short, Albino(?)
Skin/Scars: None
Eyes: Purple(?)
Notables:
No one actually knows what he looks like underneath his suit. Not even his own crew but on occasion one would get a glimpse of what his actual hair color is. He always wears the mask and suit.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
His physical appearance is a mystery as it is all hidden behind this cybernetic suit that hides all of his features. Suit itself is all black that looks both comfortable and uncomfortable to be in all the time. The mask can show a variety of emotes and play videos as well as change to a variety of colors. It is custom made for his use and it serves as his true face as he leads his gang. He caries around a lead pipe or a baseball bat on him for self defense along with a bunch of handheld devices that aids his quirk. The "hair" of the suit is all wires that can actually connect to a variety of computer ports. The material of the suit is a mystery but it can shift to various colors to suit his needs.
POSITIVE
✔
>Honorable
>Smart
>Charismatic
NEGATIVE
✖
>Nihilist
>Impish
>Unpredictable
LIKES
✔
>Freedom
>Elaborate Graffiti
>Milkshakes
DISLIKES
✖
>The Government
>Hard Criminals
>Disloyalty
Personality:
Staz is an enigma to say the least. At times he is the jokey type of criminal that seems relatively sane, other times his actions and obsession with chaos makes him a wildcard to anyone involved. He is friendly with his gang and lieutenants and that is it. Allies are treated as secondary to his family of misfits and hackers as they follow their own goals that change on a dime. When beaten down, he can be reasoned with and can be even be quite formidable as an ally but it was said before, he is not someone you can trust unconditionally. Only if you beat him senseless will you can get him to listen and he is one to listen if one has the power and strength to overpower his ideals. Because that is all what it comes down to...a clash of ideals. He follows one thing and one thing only and its to get the truth out there. It doesn't matter what it is: scandals, cover ups, next weeks lunch, price changes,business practices, who is cheating on who, anyone can be a target for him at any given time.
His physical appearance is a mystery as it is all hidden behind this cybernetic suit that hides all of his features. Suit itself is all black that looks both comfortable and uncomfortable to be in all the time. The mask can show a variety of emotes and play videos as well as change to a variety of colors. It is custom made for his use and it serves as his true face as he leads his gang. He caries around a lead pipe or a baseball bat on him for self defense along with a bunch of handheld devices that aids his quirk. The "hair" of the suit is all wires that can actually connect to a variety of computer ports. The material of the suit is a mystery but it can shift to various colors to suit his needs.
POSITIVE
✔
>Honorable
>Smart
>Charismatic
NEGATIVE
✖
>Nihilist
>Impish
>Unpredictable
LIKES
✔
>Freedom
>Elaborate Graffiti
>Milkshakes
DISLIKES
✖
>The Government
>Hard Criminals
>Disloyalty
Personality:
Staz is an enigma to say the least. At times he is the jokey type of criminal that seems relatively sane, other times his actions and obsession with chaos makes him a wildcard to anyone involved. He is friendly with his gang and lieutenants and that is it. Allies are treated as secondary to his family of misfits and hackers as they follow their own goals that change on a dime. When beaten down, he can be reasoned with and can be even be quite formidable as an ally but it was said before, he is not someone you can trust unconditionally. Only if you beat him senseless will you can get him to listen and he is one to listen if one has the power and strength to overpower his ideals. Because that is all what it comes down to...a clash of ideals. He follows one thing and one thing only and its to get the truth out there. It doesn't matter what it is: scandals, cover ups, next weeks lunch, price changes,business practices, who is cheating on who, anyone can be a target for him at any given time.
HISTORY
---Date: ##/##/####---
Log 1:
>Start
My name is Mikael Adrian Ivan Alexei Igor Dimitri Vladimir Niketas B Petrovich and I am writing this journal entry to document my current thoughts of the current age. I am currently an aspiring artist who is rather lost in my way in terms of inspiration. But there is a current event that has piqued my interest and has caught my eye.
Something miraculous happened in this world and no one could have predicted it. Some kind of phenomenon has recently been talk of the masses as of late. The "quirk" phenomenon is what it is being called in all the major outlets. Seeing the pictures of the it all causes a sort of curiosity as to how all of it manifested. But with my current occupation, I don't think I would ever dare to go near a place like that in my lifetime. It looks rather dangerous and who knows what kind of hazards live in there. I will enjoy my life as is despite it being in a rut. Life is boring but as my parents would always said “an honest life is worth living”.
A life dedicated to school is rather frustrating existence and each day becomes a chore to live through, but if my family can do it, so can I. I’m going to be honest, life is rather boring and with each passing day drives me mad with boredom. The endless chatter and the muddled slush of various viewpoints, ideals and cultures is what I deal with on a daily basis at my current job as an artist. It serves as both my muse and my madness, my medicine and my poison, it is the drive of my very existence. Maybe this new age could the start of something new for me, but it could always be something else. I simply lack the resources to even try and make a name for myself now with how my life is. On a side note, learning about computer systems and its workings is fascinating. Maybe I could find some use on this once my life gets better.
I’ll end it off on that, work starts early tomorrow and I need to be there early. Mikael Petrovich signing off.
>End log
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---Date: ##/##/####---
Log ##:
>Start
My life is falling apart. I don't know how else to describe this. I’m on the edge of losing everything and nothing can save me. I have tried every possible avenue to solve this but nothing is helping. There is no hope and everyone I have ever known are disappearing one by one. The chatter and storm of ideals have gotten louder to me and each moment I live in it, I want to tear out my ears and slam my head against a brick wall. My artwork is suffering, each picture made becomes an echo of my current living situation. Bleak, Chaotic, muddled, everything I despise about the world around me is becoming my life's work. I part of me thinks I am going mad, another part feelings this is all natural and nothing can be done to fix it.
I’ll try other options before I go insane and take some drastic measures. The concept of hope is a strange one because if it weren't for that very concept, I would very well have been in a worse place than I have been today. If all else fails...well I hope its not the case.
>End
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---Date: ##/##/####---
Log: ###
>Start
Ok so life isn't complete shit right now so there's that going for me. I'm just barely hanging on by a thread and my life is pretty much over at this point. At this point I’m surprised I haven’t gone completely mad. My professional career is over with the acts I’ve committed and all the people I have hurt. But you know what? Despite the enormous amount of guilt that is washing over me when I did those crimes, it felt good. This could be a sign that I’m going crazy but it was the first time in a long time that I felt so alive. The rush of adrenaline going through my veins, the feeling of euphoria when I finally made my escape, the sheer amount of fear when I was nearly caught! With that big of a score and with my skills, I could become the richest man in the world.
But no because that's too easy, taking money and living the high life is will eventually bite me. I dont want to get rich but I want the thrill, I want to feel alive again. I want to do all the things I was unable to do when I was still chained down by morals and principles. Those are for people who have something to lose, I dont have anything anymore and nothing to hold me back. I’ve been hearing some interesting rumors about quirks as of late. With all this excess wealth and nothing to hold me back, I’m going to go visit it and see it for myself. Hell maybe I’ll even get something good out of this.
If anyone else is reading this or finds this log, then the man Mikael Petrovich is long dead. The moment I entered the bullet entered that mans skull something extraordinary happens to me ... I was reborn into someone new. Someone to be feared and people look to for a good old time, yes a man who will embody the very meaning of chaos.
Quite melodramatic but you get my point. Point is, screw this world and I'm going to gamble everything upon that visit. Goodbye.
>End
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---Date: ##/##/####---
Log ###
>Start
I am...
Standing on the edge of the world, stood a bandit with nothing to lose.
Throwing themselves into the abyss, the bandit died and was reborn in the abyss,
A man who donned a mask that would never remain the same to his victims.
Zero traces of the man he once was, only a shell remained and that shell was named…
>End
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rejoice because all of that useless context is now done with and now the fun can begin !
Prepare yourselves and hope that you will never run into the man known as...Ş̵̲̠͕̲̟̀͜ͅŢ̵̮͚͓̙̪̭̮̭͆̔̂̄͋͂̄͊̈́ͅA̴̛͔̞̥͋͑̏͑̐̍̚͠Ẑ̵̭̖͍̮̠̭̖̠̙̗͓̹͆͜
Log 1:
>Start
My name is Mikael Adrian Ivan Alexei Igor Dimitri Vladimir Niketas B Petrovich and I am writing this journal entry to document my current thoughts of the current age. I am currently an aspiring artist who is rather lost in my way in terms of inspiration. But there is a current event that has piqued my interest and has caught my eye.
Something miraculous happened in this world and no one could have predicted it. Some kind of phenomenon has recently been talk of the masses as of late. The "quirk" phenomenon is what it is being called in all the major outlets. Seeing the pictures of the it all causes a sort of curiosity as to how all of it manifested. But with my current occupation, I don't think I would ever dare to go near a place like that in my lifetime. It looks rather dangerous and who knows what kind of hazards live in there. I will enjoy my life as is despite it being in a rut. Life is boring but as my parents would always said “an honest life is worth living”.
A life dedicated to school is rather frustrating existence and each day becomes a chore to live through, but if my family can do it, so can I. I’m going to be honest, life is rather boring and with each passing day drives me mad with boredom. The endless chatter and the muddled slush of various viewpoints, ideals and cultures is what I deal with on a daily basis at my current job as an artist. It serves as both my muse and my madness, my medicine and my poison, it is the drive of my very existence. Maybe this new age could the start of something new for me, but it could always be something else. I simply lack the resources to even try and make a name for myself now with how my life is. On a side note, learning about computer systems and its workings is fascinating. Maybe I could find some use on this once my life gets better.
I’ll end it off on that, work starts early tomorrow and I need to be there early. Mikael Petrovich signing off.
>End log
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---Date: ##/##/####---
Log ##:
>Start
My life is falling apart. I don't know how else to describe this. I’m on the edge of losing everything and nothing can save me. I have tried every possible avenue to solve this but nothing is helping. There is no hope and everyone I have ever known are disappearing one by one. The chatter and storm of ideals have gotten louder to me and each moment I live in it, I want to tear out my ears and slam my head against a brick wall. My artwork is suffering, each picture made becomes an echo of my current living situation. Bleak, Chaotic, muddled, everything I despise about the world around me is becoming my life's work. I part of me thinks I am going mad, another part feelings this is all natural and nothing can be done to fix it.
I’ll try other options before I go insane and take some drastic measures. The concept of hope is a strange one because if it weren't for that very concept, I would very well have been in a worse place than I have been today. If all else fails...well I hope its not the case.
>End
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---Date: ##/##/####---
Log: ###
>Start
Ok so life isn't complete shit right now so there's that going for me. I'm just barely hanging on by a thread and my life is pretty much over at this point. At this point I’m surprised I haven’t gone completely mad. My professional career is over with the acts I’ve committed and all the people I have hurt. But you know what? Despite the enormous amount of guilt that is washing over me when I did those crimes, it felt good. This could be a sign that I’m going crazy but it was the first time in a long time that I felt so alive. The rush of adrenaline going through my veins, the feeling of euphoria when I finally made my escape, the sheer amount of fear when I was nearly caught! With that big of a score and with my skills, I could become the richest man in the world.
But no because that's too easy, taking money and living the high life is will eventually bite me. I dont want to get rich but I want the thrill, I want to feel alive again. I want to do all the things I was unable to do when I was still chained down by morals and principles. Those are for people who have something to lose, I dont have anything anymore and nothing to hold me back. I’ve been hearing some interesting rumors about quirks as of late. With all this excess wealth and nothing to hold me back, I’m going to go visit it and see it for myself. Hell maybe I’ll even get something good out of this.
If anyone else is reading this or finds this log, then the man Mikael Petrovich is long dead. The moment I entered the bullet entered that mans skull something extraordinary happens to me ... I was reborn into someone new. Someone to be feared and people look to for a good old time, yes a man who will embody the very meaning of chaos.
Quite melodramatic but you get my point. Point is, screw this world and I'm going to gamble everything upon that visit. Goodbye.
>End
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
---Date: ##/##/####---
Log ###
>Start
I am...
Standing on the edge of the world, stood a bandit with nothing to lose.
Throwing themselves into the abyss, the bandit died and was reborn in the abyss,
A man who donned a mask that would never remain the same to his victims.
Zero traces of the man he once was, only a shell remained and that shell was named…
>End
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rejoice because all of that useless context is now done with and now the fun can begin !
Prepare yourselves and hope that you will never run into the man known as...Ş̵̲̠͕̲̟̀͜ͅŢ̵̮͚͓̙̪̭̮̭͆̔̂̄͋͂̄͊̈́ͅA̴̛͔̞̥͋͑̏͑̐̍̚͠Ẑ̵̭̖͍̮̠̭̖̠̙̗͓̹͆͜
