| Neutral | Anchorage

by Your Indomitable King Sun Feb 23, 2014 5:02 pm

| name
anchorage illia

| age
twenty

| location
isolated and disserted island

talents & things
Cybernetic advancement. The adjustments formed to his body were both a curse and a blessing for the male; his two arms are no longer bound by flesh and blood, but pure machinery and science. The adjustments originally disrupted his balance and talents, the difference being significant enough for him to need to adjust - however, time has made the change easier to bare. His arms work on a different wavelength than the rest of his body: his legs require the effort to move, but the arms require only the will. Because of this, responses are easier to be formed in case of an incoming threat. Needless to say, the additions were helpful in making him even more of a dangerous adversary in hand-to-hand combat.

Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Durability
Enhanced Speed

Advance Cybernetic Engineering

history

The past was but a distant blur, the changes to his body almost having done more damage unto his mind. A figment of his history resonated quietly through his mind, foreshadowed by her face; that ugly, demonic, sadistic face. Anchorage was once a up-and-coming hand-to-hand combatant, frequently joining local tournaments to display his strength. In his prime, he defeated multiple people of great skill, their abilities with a blade unhelpful, or their power with a punch even uncomparable to his own. While not the most famous, some argued that he could easily become one of the most well-known combatants in his time, his unique style bringing more and more notice to him with each victory. Before he could even be the talk of the town, however, his just-starting career was forcibly put to an untimely end.

The faint blow of tea-coloured hair was all he could "reminisce" about, the pain of his arms lost in that battle having done well to block out the memories. Beyond that, all was nothing more than a blur, blocked underneath the faint whispers of that island he was trapped onto. The memories of his past had been ripped clean, a narrow void echoing throughout his mind. The deeper he attempts to venture, the more her face becomes clear.