Post by DeathKnight517 on Apr 11, 2008 13:33:45 GMT -5
Name: Shade Zizukai Toukai (Also called SZT-50 by lower ranking officers of U.C.B.D.)
Age: 13 Human Years, day of birth is October 31st
Race: Artificial Human
Occupation: General of U.C.B.D. (Umbrella Corporation Black Division)
Height: 5’1” (Five Foot, One Inch)
Weight: 112 Lbs (Not counting gear)
Equip points: 3 Weapon slots, 1 Accessory slot, 1 Item slot
Weapon slots:
Weapon 1: G36C Assault Rifle
Caliber: 5.56x45 mm (.223 Rem)
Length (buttstock open/folded): 720/500mm
Barrel length: 228 mm
Weight empty: 2.8kg
Magazine capacity: 30 rounds standard
Rate of fire: 750 rounds per minute
Attachments: CompM2 Scope, Blast 2 tactical light & laser with arms mount, rifle grip, and carrying strap
Description:
Item Slots:
Item 1: !!!EMPTY!!!
Accessory slots:
Accessory 1: !!!EMPTY!!!
Total magic points per battle: (12) (add 2 every 5 levels, first one being at level 5)
Magic Attacks: ( add or upgrade one every other level)
Magic 1: Flashbang
Effect: Drops or throws a grenade that releases a bright light that blinds the opponent for a short period of time
MP: 4
Magic 2: M67 Fragmentation
Effect: Drops or throws a grenade that explodes sending out dangerous shrapnel combined with the explosion
MP: 4
Magic 3: Tear gas
Effect: Drops or throws a grenade that releases a large cloud of tear gas that temporarily damages the opponents ability to see and smell, amongst that it’s hard to see through the smoke.
MP: 4
Summons:
Biography:
”My name is Shade, my life began in a test tube. My serial number is 3D-0132-4563-0077, it was the label of my experimentation number, I was apart of-or for a better term-am the personal project conducted by the original General of Umbrella Corporation Black Division, or U.C.B.D., the mans name-my fathers name was Gregory Mikhail Toukai, being a Russian and Asian mix, the Russian DNA in his body was dominate and apparent over his Asian blood. However I was made from the DNA of his deceased son-a pure Asian child named Nero Matthias Toukai-he had died in the initial appearance of the Heartless after being turned into food for those…’things’.
“But enough about my dead family, the most I’ll tell you of my story is that it began within the B2 Underground Lab known as ’The Keep’ where I was kept in a fetal stasis for 10 years of my life until I was deemed ’mature’ enough to be release. The dreams I had-they were all so cold, so empty, with no hope of escaping-Occasionally I would get sharp pains from the daily injections into my maturing body of DL-ARK2 which was a chemical compound used to breed ’Vampirism Genome’ or in a simpler term, turn peoples abilities to that of a vampire. My body changed, my skin became pale as a ghost-as if I was dead-my ears became pointed like a freaking elf from those fantasy games, my teeth became sharp-designed to tear through flesh and bone-and all of it was to make sure I could take my fathers place sooner-because the leader, the TRUE leader of U.C.B.D, was not the General at Arms, but an unknown person called Overwatch, this person, animal, thing…would make me take my own father‘s life.”
“I agreed…happily…”
“The three years of my life from there were spent in Stalker training, Stalkers were the elite assassination arm of U.C.B.D. and no one-not even the General at Arms knew they existed-only Overwatch knew of it’s existence-after all…They were his personal hand. The training was long and hard, ranging from being forced to memorize all recorded combat data on heartless and humans, down to learning human math, science, technology, weaponry. It was all confusing at first…but at the second year of training, it all felt natural-and right-I felt perfect with a gun, and my mind had been…’influenced’ to love the feeling of watching my opponent die at my hands-or that of my comrades. I wore the white uniform, a blank white long sleeve shirt and pants, with white tabi socks, and the black and red U.C.B.D. logo was sewn into my right shoulder. I remember it all…
“The feeling of my opponents neck snapping, the blood spraying from there necks and limbs as I cut them, the recoil of the .50 Caliber sniper rifle and the explosion of blood and body parts as it hit a human torso, the blood-it looked so rich-so delicious-and I loved what I had become, a tool of death.”
“The night finally came, I was no longer in training, I was sealed up tightly in the Stalker Assassin Battle Armor, with night vision goggles-fully sealed skin tight suit-the whole black colored deal. I slowly rappelled down the side of the building, once my feet quietly touched the ground of the balcony I slit the guard’s throat blood sprayed and drenched the windows with a fresh coat of red. Though it was quickly washed away by the rain, I slowly opened the door, silencer equipped pistol in one hand, knife in the other, the door closed and the room was completely black-to everyone but me-my night vision helped me see the guards, two at my fathers door, and two on patrol, I kept to the walls as I slowly crept past the two guards walking down the small stairways to the hub room that resembled a living room mixed with a library…however when I almost reached the door, the lightning flashed revealing me for a split second, one of the door guards got startled and slowly approached where I was crouched and sneaking. I had to act fast-so I did what any blood thirsty assassin would-I charged him, slashed his throat deeply sending the crimson life blood over the ground in the darkness then fired two rounds into the side of the second guards balaclava causing blood to drip from the wound in the side of his head and stain his balaclava before falling over dead.”
“The fallowing minutes were perhaps the most tense in my life, I slowly opened the door being careful to put in the correct code to unlock the mechanism. When I ventured inside I immediately stopped, I disagreeumptions were right, a laser grid, and not just a normal one I can tell you. The moment I raised my knife to one of them it cut the tip of the blade clean off, I slowly moved through the lasers, being flexible and double jointed helped immensely in this situation. However the last two lasers got me, and well-to put it bluntly it’s how I got my trademark nose scar and one on my left leg. I kept the curse and cry of pain down before moving over to my sleeping grandfather the burn wounds hurt like hell but it only made me want to gut him more.”
“As I approached the large bed, staring at the scarred nearly 100% Russian man, I took my remaining knife and stabbed it into his throat, I twisted and tore until I spelled a blood soaked S into his neck, my wounds and body armor was completely drenched in blood, even my visor, I said my goodbyes by calling him an invaluable asset and telling him he deserved his death, the saddest thing was, he was still gasping after I carved the S in, I wish he would just die. But I knew my Coupe De Grace would finish him.”
“I put the timer on the SLD-42 Demolition Charge and stuck it in his mouth, after that, I ran like hell for the window bashing through the glass on the small square window as I rolled onto the estates roof, jumping off the edge of the roof and clicking a button on my suit, a pair of black glider wings appeared and I grabbed the handle and flew off, the only thing I heard as I headed for the boat on pick up was the dephening blast from my father’s room before the whole tower came crumbling down.”
“Overwatch was pleased with my work, and he kept his end, now I lead the U.C.B.D. Military and Science divisions, I answer to no one-but Overwatch.”
Description:
Shade’s body is much different from your standard human being. His skin is a deep ghostly pale complexion, his hair is a dark silver coloration with his perked pointed ears complementing the image, his teeth are pearly white fangs that make good for a menacing smile, his muscle structure isn’t very tough though but it is the minimum to be a Soldier/General at Arms in U.C.B.D., his strength lies in his brain however, having a cunning-if not cruel mind, his main frame is that of a older child/young teenager, the most notable quality of his body is the deep dark red scar that goes neatly over his nose, and his fresh blood red cat like eyes.
Shade’s attire is very militaristic. His shirt is a long sleeved green fatigue shirt, the sleeves cover a little over more then his wrists, and the U.C.B.D. logo is located on the right shoulder with the letters ‘U.B.C.S.’ Written in stencil font underneath the logo on his right shoulder, the General at Arms rank symbol is located on the left shoulder, and the collar of the green fatigue shirt sticks up covering the neck partway. Strapped neatly around the fatigue shirt is the standard issue black P.A.S.G.T. (Personal Armor System for Ground Troops) tactical vest, several pouches line the front of the vest, with the U.C.B.D. logo located on the back of the vest, with the U.B.C.S. Sword and shield markings overtop of the logo. His hands are covered in black combat gloves, with finger coverings so the whole hand is covered and no skin is showing on his arms thanks to the combination of glove and sleeve. His head is often covered in a black balaclava/ski mask worn in a style that covers everything but his eyes, regardless his eyes are then covered by combat goggles that have a single visor, not slit like bug eyes or two lenses, the goggles strap around the head by a black strap going around the sides, occasionally he’ll wear a black MCU-2/P gas mask if he knows there are going to be large amounts of smoke, gas, or other hazardous materials in a war zone or area. His legs are covered by a pair of beige fatigue pants, with black military grade knee guards protecting them, amongst the black combat boots covering his feet snuggly and protecting them from the harsh environment. The black knife sheathe for his combat knife is located at the back of the waist, the handle is sticking towards the left for easy access, and his pistol holster is located on the right thigh area of his fatigue pants.
Though Shade is very militaristic and has often earned the title ‘Executive General’ for his ‘It’s just business’ attitude towards missions. He still has a public and social life, as such his attire isn’t always appearing as a ‘ready to kill’ soldier boy. His public attire consists of a plain blood red business tie, a white button up shirt with long sleeves, and a black open vest around this with long sleeves leading down to white cufflinks, his hands are covered neatly by a pair of leather black gloves with the finger coverings which hide the whole hand, he also wears black formal slacks/pants with a black leather with a silver buckle, to top off the outfit he wears black leather oxford shoes, and around his eyes are a pair of dark tinted black sunglasses, he can still carry his weaponry however most of the time he only carries his pistol/handgun when wearing this.
Personality:
Shade’s mind is that of a tactical genius, specializing in battlefield tactics and mental warfare. His training since his young childhood has made him durable, and not easily scared, but he enjoys making people suffer physically, and straining mental boundaries of his opponents (and sometimes innocents) with tactics and techniques akin to some of the strongest and secretive militaries in the galaxy. However he’s more of a brain then brawn, though his speed and strength is good, it’s only barely slightly above average of your normal human. His I.Q. is 143 (Between Above Average and Genius) making him more then qualified for his position as General at Arms of the U.C.B.D., he enjoys playing cat and mouse with his pray, but all around he just loves killing things particularly.
Though Shade is a bit of a sadistic genius on the battlefield, he is little more then meek and shy outside of it. Often times avoiding talking to people, blushing at the smallest blunders he makes, and more often then not. Avoiding large gatherings of people, he also typically looks out for as many people as he can, normally not out of good will if there close, but hoping they will consider joining Black Division’s U.B.C.S. Corps to strengthen there military power. He specializes in technology, weaponry, and languages, but he is only average when it comes to math and biology, though he is studying biology to help with the true intentions of U.C.B.D…
Exp: 0/500 add 100 to the amount needed permanently to level up, every 5 levels that you've leveled up, first one at level 5.
Level: 1
Munny: 1000 (add 700 every time you level up)
Unequipped Items:
Unequipped Weapons:
Unequipped Accessories:
Items in shop: none
Age: 13 Human Years, day of birth is October 31st
Race: Artificial Human
Occupation: General of U.C.B.D. (Umbrella Corporation Black Division)
Height: 5’1” (Five Foot, One Inch)
Weight: 112 Lbs (Not counting gear)
Equip points: 3 Weapon slots, 1 Accessory slot, 1 Item slot
Weapon slots:
Weapon 1: G36C Assault Rifle
Caliber: 5.56x45 mm (.223 Rem)
Length (buttstock open/folded): 720/500mm
Barrel length: 228 mm
Weight empty: 2.8kg
Magazine capacity: 30 rounds standard
Rate of fire: 750 rounds per minute
Attachments: CompM2 Scope, Blast 2 tactical light & laser with arms mount, rifle grip, and carrying strap
Description:
Item Slots:
Item 1: !!!EMPTY!!!
Accessory slots:
Accessory 1: !!!EMPTY!!!
Total magic points per battle: (12) (add 2 every 5 levels, first one being at level 5)
Magic Attacks: ( add or upgrade one every other level)
Magic 1: Flashbang
Effect: Drops or throws a grenade that releases a bright light that blinds the opponent for a short period of time
MP: 4
Magic 2: M67 Fragmentation
Effect: Drops or throws a grenade that explodes sending out dangerous shrapnel combined with the explosion
MP: 4
Magic 3: Tear gas
Effect: Drops or throws a grenade that releases a large cloud of tear gas that temporarily damages the opponents ability to see and smell, amongst that it’s hard to see through the smoke.
MP: 4
Summons:
Biography:
”My name is Shade, my life began in a test tube. My serial number is 3D-0132-4563-0077, it was the label of my experimentation number, I was apart of-or for a better term-am the personal project conducted by the original General of Umbrella Corporation Black Division, or U.C.B.D., the mans name-my fathers name was Gregory Mikhail Toukai, being a Russian and Asian mix, the Russian DNA in his body was dominate and apparent over his Asian blood. However I was made from the DNA of his deceased son-a pure Asian child named Nero Matthias Toukai-he had died in the initial appearance of the Heartless after being turned into food for those…’things’.
“But enough about my dead family, the most I’ll tell you of my story is that it began within the B2 Underground Lab known as ’The Keep’ where I was kept in a fetal stasis for 10 years of my life until I was deemed ’mature’ enough to be release. The dreams I had-they were all so cold, so empty, with no hope of escaping-Occasionally I would get sharp pains from the daily injections into my maturing body of DL-ARK2 which was a chemical compound used to breed ’Vampirism Genome’ or in a simpler term, turn peoples abilities to that of a vampire. My body changed, my skin became pale as a ghost-as if I was dead-my ears became pointed like a freaking elf from those fantasy games, my teeth became sharp-designed to tear through flesh and bone-and all of it was to make sure I could take my fathers place sooner-because the leader, the TRUE leader of U.C.B.D, was not the General at Arms, but an unknown person called Overwatch, this person, animal, thing…would make me take my own father‘s life.”
“I agreed…happily…”
“The three years of my life from there were spent in Stalker training, Stalkers were the elite assassination arm of U.C.B.D. and no one-not even the General at Arms knew they existed-only Overwatch knew of it’s existence-after all…They were his personal hand. The training was long and hard, ranging from being forced to memorize all recorded combat data on heartless and humans, down to learning human math, science, technology, weaponry. It was all confusing at first…but at the second year of training, it all felt natural-and right-I felt perfect with a gun, and my mind had been…’influenced’ to love the feeling of watching my opponent die at my hands-or that of my comrades. I wore the white uniform, a blank white long sleeve shirt and pants, with white tabi socks, and the black and red U.C.B.D. logo was sewn into my right shoulder. I remember it all…
“The feeling of my opponents neck snapping, the blood spraying from there necks and limbs as I cut them, the recoil of the .50 Caliber sniper rifle and the explosion of blood and body parts as it hit a human torso, the blood-it looked so rich-so delicious-and I loved what I had become, a tool of death.”
“The night finally came, I was no longer in training, I was sealed up tightly in the Stalker Assassin Battle Armor, with night vision goggles-fully sealed skin tight suit-the whole black colored deal. I slowly rappelled down the side of the building, once my feet quietly touched the ground of the balcony I slit the guard’s throat blood sprayed and drenched the windows with a fresh coat of red. Though it was quickly washed away by the rain, I slowly opened the door, silencer equipped pistol in one hand, knife in the other, the door closed and the room was completely black-to everyone but me-my night vision helped me see the guards, two at my fathers door, and two on patrol, I kept to the walls as I slowly crept past the two guards walking down the small stairways to the hub room that resembled a living room mixed with a library…however when I almost reached the door, the lightning flashed revealing me for a split second, one of the door guards got startled and slowly approached where I was crouched and sneaking. I had to act fast-so I did what any blood thirsty assassin would-I charged him, slashed his throat deeply sending the crimson life blood over the ground in the darkness then fired two rounds into the side of the second guards balaclava causing blood to drip from the wound in the side of his head and stain his balaclava before falling over dead.”
“The fallowing minutes were perhaps the most tense in my life, I slowly opened the door being careful to put in the correct code to unlock the mechanism. When I ventured inside I immediately stopped, I disagreeumptions were right, a laser grid, and not just a normal one I can tell you. The moment I raised my knife to one of them it cut the tip of the blade clean off, I slowly moved through the lasers, being flexible and double jointed helped immensely in this situation. However the last two lasers got me, and well-to put it bluntly it’s how I got my trademark nose scar and one on my left leg. I kept the curse and cry of pain down before moving over to my sleeping grandfather the burn wounds hurt like hell but it only made me want to gut him more.”
“As I approached the large bed, staring at the scarred nearly 100% Russian man, I took my remaining knife and stabbed it into his throat, I twisted and tore until I spelled a blood soaked S into his neck, my wounds and body armor was completely drenched in blood, even my visor, I said my goodbyes by calling him an invaluable asset and telling him he deserved his death, the saddest thing was, he was still gasping after I carved the S in, I wish he would just die. But I knew my Coupe De Grace would finish him.”
“I put the timer on the SLD-42 Demolition Charge and stuck it in his mouth, after that, I ran like hell for the window bashing through the glass on the small square window as I rolled onto the estates roof, jumping off the edge of the roof and clicking a button on my suit, a pair of black glider wings appeared and I grabbed the handle and flew off, the only thing I heard as I headed for the boat on pick up was the dephening blast from my father’s room before the whole tower came crumbling down.”
“Overwatch was pleased with my work, and he kept his end, now I lead the U.C.B.D. Military and Science divisions, I answer to no one-but Overwatch.”
Description:
Shade’s body is much different from your standard human being. His skin is a deep ghostly pale complexion, his hair is a dark silver coloration with his perked pointed ears complementing the image, his teeth are pearly white fangs that make good for a menacing smile, his muscle structure isn’t very tough though but it is the minimum to be a Soldier/General at Arms in U.C.B.D., his strength lies in his brain however, having a cunning-if not cruel mind, his main frame is that of a older child/young teenager, the most notable quality of his body is the deep dark red scar that goes neatly over his nose, and his fresh blood red cat like eyes.
Shade’s attire is very militaristic. His shirt is a long sleeved green fatigue shirt, the sleeves cover a little over more then his wrists, and the U.C.B.D. logo is located on the right shoulder with the letters ‘U.B.C.S.’ Written in stencil font underneath the logo on his right shoulder, the General at Arms rank symbol is located on the left shoulder, and the collar of the green fatigue shirt sticks up covering the neck partway. Strapped neatly around the fatigue shirt is the standard issue black P.A.S.G.T. (Personal Armor System for Ground Troops) tactical vest, several pouches line the front of the vest, with the U.C.B.D. logo located on the back of the vest, with the U.B.C.S. Sword and shield markings overtop of the logo. His hands are covered in black combat gloves, with finger coverings so the whole hand is covered and no skin is showing on his arms thanks to the combination of glove and sleeve. His head is often covered in a black balaclava/ski mask worn in a style that covers everything but his eyes, regardless his eyes are then covered by combat goggles that have a single visor, not slit like bug eyes or two lenses, the goggles strap around the head by a black strap going around the sides, occasionally he’ll wear a black MCU-2/P gas mask if he knows there are going to be large amounts of smoke, gas, or other hazardous materials in a war zone or area. His legs are covered by a pair of beige fatigue pants, with black military grade knee guards protecting them, amongst the black combat boots covering his feet snuggly and protecting them from the harsh environment. The black knife sheathe for his combat knife is located at the back of the waist, the handle is sticking towards the left for easy access, and his pistol holster is located on the right thigh area of his fatigue pants.
Though Shade is very militaristic and has often earned the title ‘Executive General’ for his ‘It’s just business’ attitude towards missions. He still has a public and social life, as such his attire isn’t always appearing as a ‘ready to kill’ soldier boy. His public attire consists of a plain blood red business tie, a white button up shirt with long sleeves, and a black open vest around this with long sleeves leading down to white cufflinks, his hands are covered neatly by a pair of leather black gloves with the finger coverings which hide the whole hand, he also wears black formal slacks/pants with a black leather with a silver buckle, to top off the outfit he wears black leather oxford shoes, and around his eyes are a pair of dark tinted black sunglasses, he can still carry his weaponry however most of the time he only carries his pistol/handgun when wearing this.
Personality:
Shade’s mind is that of a tactical genius, specializing in battlefield tactics and mental warfare. His training since his young childhood has made him durable, and not easily scared, but he enjoys making people suffer physically, and straining mental boundaries of his opponents (and sometimes innocents) with tactics and techniques akin to some of the strongest and secretive militaries in the galaxy. However he’s more of a brain then brawn, though his speed and strength is good, it’s only barely slightly above average of your normal human. His I.Q. is 143 (Between Above Average and Genius) making him more then qualified for his position as General at Arms of the U.C.B.D., he enjoys playing cat and mouse with his pray, but all around he just loves killing things particularly.
Though Shade is a bit of a sadistic genius on the battlefield, he is little more then meek and shy outside of it. Often times avoiding talking to people, blushing at the smallest blunders he makes, and more often then not. Avoiding large gatherings of people, he also typically looks out for as many people as he can, normally not out of good will if there close, but hoping they will consider joining Black Division’s U.B.C.S. Corps to strengthen there military power. He specializes in technology, weaponry, and languages, but he is only average when it comes to math and biology, though he is studying biology to help with the true intentions of U.C.B.D…
Exp: 0/500 add 100 to the amount needed permanently to level up, every 5 levels that you've leveled up, first one at level 5.
Level: 1
Munny: 1000 (add 700 every time you level up)
Unequipped Items:
Unequipped Weapons:
Unequipped Accessories:
Items in shop: none