Kazaad'jinn

[/font]:[/b] Kaazad'jinn (kä-zä-zhēn)
AGE: 31 (9.9)
SPECIES: Mythical Creature (Reaver)
GENDER: Male
POWERS:

• Reave -- Upon killing another life-form, Kaazad'jinn seems to absorb what can only be called its life essence. Depending on the willpower of the victim, this essence will beef up Kaazad'jinn's overall strength and mental prowess and prolong the time he has before going primal.
  
• Telekinesis -- If Kazaad'jinn has enough power remaining from his last Reaving, he can output a tremendous amount of psychokinetic force, either in large, uncontrolled bursts of energy or as a finely controlled tool of sorts. Generally his most common uses of it are shielding, usually as a sort of bubble-like shield, or lifting and throwing foes.
  

ID NUMBER: 99262
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[/font]:[/b] Dark Pink: #ff68ba
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 159 lb
SKIN: Though he would still be considered caucasian, his skin is mildly dark.
HAIR: Long, flowing reddish-brown hair
EYES: Grey-ish blue.
MARKINGS: A long scar across the middle of his face, three red triangles tattooed under his right eye to signify his rank in the Royal Guard.
POSTURE: Generally excellent posture, carried himself upright, though if he gets into a confrontation without his armor on, he can move extremely fluidly and may bend around a lot. When going primal, however, he defaults to a more hunched, predatory crouch.
COORDINATION: Very excellent hand-eye coordination. Is capable of handling almost any type of weapon with ease.
FACE CLAIM: Final Fantasy Unlimited ~ Kaze
FEATURES:

• Eyes flood completely black when Reaving, using Telekinesis, or in his primal state.
  
• When going primal, aside from his eyes going black, his telekinetic abilities go out of control, his nails spontaneously grow and transform into sickle-like claws, and a second set of all-canine teeth extends out of his gums in front of his normal set.
  
• Rather than bleeding normal liquid, when his blood is exposed to air outside of his body, it forms into a light mist.
  

CLOTHING: When not on-duty, Kazaad'jinn tends to wear appropriately high-class, yet comfortable clothing. No matter what, he will always wear something at least somewhat armored under it, however. Generally, most of his wardrobe is obscured by the cloak he wears around himself. When on the job, his standard attire is a bulky-looking set of golden knight's armor. Despite its appearance, it is actually surprisingly mobile and very suited to Kazaad'jinn's needs. With it on, he will tend to wear his normal cloak as a cape on the armor. On his left eye, he wears a high-tech scanner that is linked to his prototype H.A.N.D., which can perform a biometric scan on anyone in eyesight, match the scan against all available personnel databases and provide as much relevant information to Kazaad'jinn as possible.
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• Keeping the crime rate down
  
• Control
  
• His AI companion, Gavin.
  
• Intelligent discourse
  

DISLIKES:

• Disorder
  
• Going for long periods of time without Reaving
  
• Magnets (They screw with his tech)
  
• Reckless vigilantes
  

STRENGTHS:

• High manual dexterity
  
• Hyperintelligence
  
• Good leadership qualities
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Overconfidence. May monologue every so often.
  
• Brute force, if it manages to clear his defenses
  
• Life force starvation.
  

FEARS:

• Magnets
  
• Anyone of greater intelligence
  
• Going primal
  

HOBBIES:

• Playing chess and other games of tactics against Gavin
  
• Practicing his skill with various weapons
  

QUIRKS:

• Has a very high tendency to twirl his H.A.N.D. around very fast while it's in its revolver form.
  
• Laughs semi-maniacally while pursuing an opponent in battle. May not notice he's doing this.
  

PERSONALITY: Kazaad'jinn, in normal circumstances, will usually appear very calm and reserved; bored, even. But once something manages to seize his attention, he suddenly becomes extremely lively, almost creepily so at times. To most of his acquaintances, he is known by his full name, but those he gets to know to a greater extent call him Kazaa (kä-zä) for short. Only to those he is very close to does he give the privilege of calling him Kaz (käz). He is usually looking for something worth keeping his mind occupied with. Dull people bore and frustrate him like nothing else, while an intelligent conversation can keep him in a very pleased state of mind. His closest friend is the AI that is installed in his prototype weapon, the H.A.N.D. (Hyper-Adaptive Nano-Device). He is very frequently found discussing mortal philosophy versus that of machines and other sorts of profound topics. He deplores lawbreakers with a heated passion and takes great pleasure in quashing high-profile criminals. Though at the same time, he is also not a fan of public vigilantes either. He feels they make the public lose faith in the abilities of the more official methods of law enforcement. They present a danger to the wellness of the community, as well, as they have the potential to sprout imitators.
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[/font]:[/b] High-ranking Royal Guard Officer
CLASS: High
LIVING: Private loft of City 9's local Royal Guard's Academy.
CRIMINAL HISTORY: [REDACTED]

HEALTH: Overall health is somewhat dependent on how recently he's Reaved, and the quality of the victim's life force. That aside, he has generally good health.
HEALTH CONDITIONS: None, outside of those that come with being a Reaver.
MEDICAL HISTORY: [REDACTED]

FAMILY:

• Mother, Reissa, 52, ???
  
• Father, Olcott, 51, ???
  

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Omnisexual
ROMANTIC HISTORY: None; Nobody has quite been able to keep his interest enough.
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HISTORY: Kazaad'jinn seemed to be a more-or-less normal kid growing up. His mother worked with the scientific research department of the royal government while his father worked in information tech; server maintenance and such, primarily for the government as well. They raised him without a clue of what he would eventually become.

Once he hit puberty, however, his latent qualities as a Reaver went into overdrive. As a Reaver, he must harvest the life force of a living being to strengthen himself every so often, or else he will "go primal". When this occurs, the Reaver will take on various animalistic qualities that may vary between individuals, and lose practically all higher thought processes. They will rampage and wantonly try to destroy anyone in their way in a seemingly starvation-fueled rage. After making a victim out of someone and Reaving their life-force, the Reaver will return to his normal state.

Having never Reaved anyone in his life before hitting puberty, his first transformation into his primal state was a very dramatic one. He very nearly tore into his parents, who were shocked and barely able to comprehend what was going on at the time. They barely managed to escape Kazaad'jinn's frenzy. When the kid finally came to after his rampage, he realized what had happened, and what he'd very nearly done. After some dismayed deliberation, he came to the decision to abandon his home, so as to not even have the option of possibly hurting his family again.

From that point on for a while, he was able to fend for himself. He took to making his kills in the wild, on common animals, to avoid killing innocent people instead. Over time, he also discovered he had some minor telekinetic abilities, which he utilized to help make much easier, cleaner kills, and he developed this strength more and more over time.

For years, he was able to keep a relatively low profile, but he ended up blowing his cover at age 19. On a particularly bad day, he was browsing a local electronics shop when it was suddenly held up by a few overconfident robbers. To make a long story short, he thwarted them completely and in his annoyance and disgust, Reaved them right in the middle of the street. This caught the attention of the local Royal Guard, who attempted to detain him for questioning and possible research. However, having just taken a few victims, he had the upper hand on the footsoldiers. However, rather than destroy them, he expressed interest in joining their ranks. He figured that as a member of the Royal Guard, he would have a greater outlet for his unique abilities, and more possibilities to Reave without having to resort to animals any more.

After he was brought in and questioned, the soldiers' commanding officer arranged for Kazaad'jinn's provisional arrangement as a soldier. Over time, he was able to sufficiently prove his worth as a combatant and a competent member of the law enforcement. He was able to garner much respect within his league, and over the years he was able to earn higher ranks in the Royal Guard. Roughly five years from the present day, as something of a commencement gift for his ascension to the rank of Senior Officer of his branch, he was granted access to a prototype device that was in the late stages of development by the government's research department: The H.A.N.D., which stood for Hyper-Adaptive Nano-Device. Basically, it is a device capable of spontaneously transforming into any kind of potential weapon the user can conceive. It was also outfitted with a helper AI companion named Gavin, the personality of which was able to get along with Kazaad'jinn exceedingly well.

Kazaad'jinn, to this day, still fights hard toward ridding the city of crime, one--or more, on a good day--mafioso at a time.
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[/font]:[/b] Tony
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
LOCATION: Indiana
TIME ZONE: Unreal

EXAMPLE POST: Kazaad'jinn stood a few meters off from Pharen, who grinned a maniacal sneer at his opponent, hands engulfed in the flames he was producing. They were surrounded by the smoldering remains of a small section of the city.

"I was wondering what it'd take to get the Great and Powerful Kaz to come after little ol' me! You royal assholes really are oblivious 'til something's burning right under your noses, aren't'cha?"

The officer, golden armor gleaming in the firelight, stood silent for a moment, glaring at the pyro. "Pharen, huh? Your records show only minor offenses up to this point. Wasn't anything worth getting us involved. At least not until now." He unholstered the H.A.N.D., presently in the form of a revolver, twirled it around his finger a few times, then thrust it up into the air and initiated its transformation into a scythe with a spear-tipped handle. As it quickly changed form, he rested the scythe on his shoulder. "Big mistake on your part." He licked his lips, he could practically taste the life force of this one already. He'll make a good meal...

CONFIRM: Hydrogen Phosphate
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