Post by Tarsys on Oct 15, 2021 5:54:49 GMT
NAME: Tarsys Rydstrom
SPECIES: Ork
OCCUPATION: Firefighter
QUOTE: None, yet
Age: 40
PLACE OF BIRTH: Outskirts of London
HEIGHT: 7’2”
WEIGHT: 425 lbs (Genetic augmentation for denser musculature and bone structure.)
EYES: Fiery amber (due to the augmentation)
HAIR: Grey
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Hulking mass of muscle. Claw scar across the left side of his face.
REFERENCE PICTURE:
BIO:
Tarsys Rydstrom was born on the outskirts of London, in the sketchier areas where crime and bigotry ran rampant. At the age of 15 he enlisted with MiliTek, looking to get out of his poor living conditions, and to serve during the Contagion-Wars. He was a successful soldier and as such was one of 200 individuals selected for an experimental genetic augmentation programme to produce stronger, more resilient soldiers. Project ATLIS was kept under wraps due to its highly unethical procedures and elevated projected failure rate. Out of all of those that went through the harrowing 1 year augmentation process, only one survived.
As the only survivor, MiliTek was quite interested in his abilities, and he was sent off to some of the nastiest warzones, and missions conceivable. This left a mark on him. After a 20 year career, he desired to leave. He struck an accord with MiliTek. Complete compliance with medical check-ups and yearly examinations for a life outside the corporation. It was the best offer he was going to get and he took it. Tarsys then entered into the fire academy and became a fire-fighter where he currently serves on staff at the No. 10 engine company for WayWard city.
TALENTS & ABILITIES:
Exceptionally strong individual. His muscle density far exceeds that of a normal human or ork which results in crazy strength, and added weight. His bone structure is more resilient to breaks and fractures due to the ATLIS programme. Also, he is quite proficient in the use of firearms and melee combat due to special forces training.
He is a welcoming individual despite his size and intimidating look. Fairly laid back and easy going. It takes quite a bit to rile him up
FLAWS: Has almost no resistance to psionic attacks, and magic for that matter. He can be stubborn; stuck in his ways. He can be condescending and sarcastic especially when his world view is threatened.
On the psychological side, he can be a bit obsessive, compulsive and nit-picky. A place for everything and everything in its place.
Emotionally, he suffers from PTSD from his time in MiliTek, and is not a big fan of medical procedures
Working out is an addiction, and he chooses the gym despite the damage that choosing that over friendships and relationships can cause.
RP SAMPLE:
The blaze before him was pouring out tremendous waves of heat. The massive ork wiped his sweaty brow and the flames shot high into the velvety night sky. The air was dense with choking smoke. Chemical fires were the worst. The most unpredictable. OSHA required NFPA signage, but whatever the case, it was outdated.
He set the unconscious man that was slumped over his shoulder onto a medical mat next to the emergency VTOL. EMT’s immediately began to work on him.
There was another rumbling explosion as another industrial tank lit up. The sad fact was this fire was exasperated with the addition of water. Some sort of sodium slurry. The best the firefighters could do was let the fire burn itself out, and prevent it from spreading outside the containment zone.
Nearby the company's Industrial Hygienist was trying to make sense of what happened, and the PR shit show it was turning into. Obviously their onsite chemical hygiene plan had failed.
“Tarsys” came the weezing voice of a smoke choked man. Another firefighter. “Was that the last?”
“Aye. Scanners didn’t show nofink on them. Unless it was malfunction’”
“External shows nothing as well.”
Tarsys nodded and looked back at the blaze. “Wha’ a fuckin’ shit show this was.”
“Ya. Apparently the lower east side has been evacuated.” the other said.
“‘Opefully, the winds don’ change.”
“This is probably the worst industrial accident in WayWard since the SynCO fire.”
“Hmm…”
SPECIES: Ork
OCCUPATION: Firefighter
QUOTE: None, yet
Age: 40
PLACE OF BIRTH: Outskirts of London
HEIGHT: 7’2”
WEIGHT: 425 lbs (Genetic augmentation for denser musculature and bone structure.)
EYES: Fiery amber (due to the augmentation)
HAIR: Grey
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Hulking mass of muscle. Claw scar across the left side of his face.
REFERENCE PICTURE:
BIO:
Tarsys Rydstrom was born on the outskirts of London, in the sketchier areas where crime and bigotry ran rampant. At the age of 15 he enlisted with MiliTek, looking to get out of his poor living conditions, and to serve during the Contagion-Wars. He was a successful soldier and as such was one of 200 individuals selected for an experimental genetic augmentation programme to produce stronger, more resilient soldiers. Project ATLIS was kept under wraps due to its highly unethical procedures and elevated projected failure rate. Out of all of those that went through the harrowing 1 year augmentation process, only one survived.
As the only survivor, MiliTek was quite interested in his abilities, and he was sent off to some of the nastiest warzones, and missions conceivable. This left a mark on him. After a 20 year career, he desired to leave. He struck an accord with MiliTek. Complete compliance with medical check-ups and yearly examinations for a life outside the corporation. It was the best offer he was going to get and he took it. Tarsys then entered into the fire academy and became a fire-fighter where he currently serves on staff at the No. 10 engine company for WayWard city.
TALENTS & ABILITIES:
Exceptionally strong individual. His muscle density far exceeds that of a normal human or ork which results in crazy strength, and added weight. His bone structure is more resilient to breaks and fractures due to the ATLIS programme. Also, he is quite proficient in the use of firearms and melee combat due to special forces training.
He is a welcoming individual despite his size and intimidating look. Fairly laid back and easy going. It takes quite a bit to rile him up
FLAWS: Has almost no resistance to psionic attacks, and magic for that matter. He can be stubborn; stuck in his ways. He can be condescending and sarcastic especially when his world view is threatened.
On the psychological side, he can be a bit obsessive, compulsive and nit-picky. A place for everything and everything in its place.
Emotionally, he suffers from PTSD from his time in MiliTek, and is not a big fan of medical procedures
Working out is an addiction, and he chooses the gym despite the damage that choosing that over friendships and relationships can cause.
RP SAMPLE:
The blaze before him was pouring out tremendous waves of heat. The massive ork wiped his sweaty brow and the flames shot high into the velvety night sky. The air was dense with choking smoke. Chemical fires were the worst. The most unpredictable. OSHA required NFPA signage, but whatever the case, it was outdated.
He set the unconscious man that was slumped over his shoulder onto a medical mat next to the emergency VTOL. EMT’s immediately began to work on him.
There was another rumbling explosion as another industrial tank lit up. The sad fact was this fire was exasperated with the addition of water. Some sort of sodium slurry. The best the firefighters could do was let the fire burn itself out, and prevent it from spreading outside the containment zone.
Nearby the company's Industrial Hygienist was trying to make sense of what happened, and the PR shit show it was turning into. Obviously their onsite chemical hygiene plan had failed.
“Tarsys” came the weezing voice of a smoke choked man. Another firefighter. “Was that the last?”
“Aye. Scanners didn’t show nofink on them. Unless it was malfunction’”
“External shows nothing as well.”
Tarsys nodded and looked back at the blaze. “Wha’ a fuckin’ shit show this was.”
“Ya. Apparently the lower east side has been evacuated.” the other said.
“‘Opefully, the winds don’ change.”
“This is probably the worst industrial accident in WayWard since the SynCO fire.”
“Hmm…”