Gender: Male

Apparent Age: Approximately Mid thirties

Race/Species: Human (Caucasian)

Hair: Gingery Red

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'11 (180 cm)

Weight: 174 lbs (79 kilos)

Physical Appearance: A somewhat average looking fellow in all appearances. Torvin would be considered rarely excessively standing out of a crowd physically. Clean-shaven, his short wiry hair cropped short, his teeth immaculately clean. well kept on all accounts, he has a strong tendency to look more like he was heading out to a business meeting rather than off for whatever bloody business he would tend to delve into. Usually walking about with a bright grin on his face, His skin, slightly tanned by the sun, is marred by the occasional scar, which...oddly tends to be attempted to be covered or masked by cosmetics.
Armor and Clothing: Typically leaning toward the pragmatic level of what he would wear in combat, most of his physical appearance wouldn't be seen due to the body armor he would wear. Tending toward camouflage depending on the combat area. His armor tends to consist of a ballistic vest, covering his chest and upper arms. Under the armor, he would wear said camouflage clothing. A bucket/mask of a helmet, allowing him to cover his nose and mouth, even allowing it to prevent gas or issues with air. Heavy duty combat boots, and gloves complete his attire of clothing.






Positive Traits: A kindly and cheerful fellow, Torvin is considered for the most part a fun person to be about. Tending to laugh or joke, almost never taking the work he does as seriously as he should, he is well known for being very agreeable and typically fun.

Negative Traits: Extremely perfectionist to a near fault on some work, he is very prone to be distracted by small details. Sometimes even stopping his work in order to be able to alleviate this issue.


Skills/Strengths: Torvin is considered a very skilled military fighter, well versed in multiple types of weapons, as well as being extremely apt at chemical research, especially in explosives and biological agents. Quite tactically minded, if aware of the situation beforehand, he could at times prepare the battlefield with explosives.
His armor, while not advanced or the like, is enough to turn a blade or absorb a few bullets, as well as his mask allows him to survive or not be affected by chemical agent as long as his filters can last. While lacking any true superhuman skills or abilities, he can be considered talented in patience, being able to wait for his opponent as well as adaptability, if his kit allows for it.

Weapons/Tech:

Long Range: "Smart Rifle" (Sniper Rifle with computer aimed shot, for extreme long range fighting)

Medium Range: AK-47 Assault Rifle (One of the most common assault rifles in the world and widely used)

Short/Side Arms: Glock Pistol (Typically for close range or last resort)
Knife (Military Knife)

Explosives: Several Explosive Grenades, Flashbangs, Gas Grenades, and a fair sort of C4 (Obviously not carried all at once)

Stimulants: A simple chemical compound in order to keep him going longer than normal (For extended fights, basically just an adrenaline shot)

Weaknesses: while he may carry a fair amount of equipment or technology, due to this, he can be at times quite sluggish or slow, if he loses said equipment, the issue comes up of not being as prepared as he would like. Moving around quickly in this situation as well could cause him to wear out quickly, thus in full armor, his endurance could be considered quite low.
His perfectionist attitude actually extends to minor bouts of OCD, where he can legitimately be incapacitated by attempting to fix or set right an issue with his weapons or armor, even in the heat of battle.

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About/Story:

Tolvin was born in a small settlement in Dublin, Ireland, he was raised in a fairly normal family, his father a member of the Irish Defense Force, his mother an American Navy Officer. The two of them met in a war, and ended up falling in love. While the intense military background definitely affected his carrier choices, joining the military at the age of 18. He was considered slightly beyond that. Included in his military studies, he went into a doctorate in chemistry and studies into biology.

Considered for the most part a non-combatant, he ended up almost never being called into active combat in his military life. Usually working as a chemist or assisting in non-combatant work. He even had a fairly happy life, getting married and having a child. It wasn't until approximately two to three years ago that it all changed.

The military had called him into active service, as what was considered an "Oddball Assailant." in the least professional term. He would be given assignments to fight and take out the potential threats and "Anomalies'. He was not given a choice to not do said assignment, during one of his shorter skirmishes he had ended up fighting one of said "Anomalies" and it was considered classified information, thus, either he died to keep it quiet, or he would keep fighting them until they didn't need him anymore.

Since then, Tolvin has been sent out to do the military's bidding, fighting weirdos while wondering when he would either get lucky and they would let him go, or not so lucky and they decided to not bring him back after a failed mission.


[SPOILER=]"Five Hundred Feet."

Torvin watched through the viewfinder of his rifle, the small crowd of soldiers escorting their boss through the deserted streets. The small city had been nearly emptied out by the battle that had ensued weeks ago, and still had been evacuated by the general populous.

Torvin was given the simple orders, the military leader was to die, apparently he was in control of a powerful Anomaly. Taking him out would also cripple the military for this area. The area, a small Eastern European Hovel nobody had even really thought of, was so off the map it was still barely considered, even with a guy trying to take it over.

"Three Hundred Feet."

It was a close enough shot to get a solid kill on the fellow, and yet, he hesitated, the man was a despicable fellow, murdering hundreds and driving the rest out of the town, now he paraded through the streets as if he owned the township. Perhaps it was too good a death for him, perhaps just killing somebody like this felt cheap. The most likely reason was the knife held to tbe back of his throat.

"Hello there." A blood curdling voice would come up from behind him, causing an involuntariry shiver to go down Tolvins spine. Whoever this guy was, he was good, managing to sneak through the several traps in the duplex he was peering through the window of, even after Tolvin had managed to almost clear this block waiting for the leader to make his appearance. Yet here this creepy bastard was, coming up right behind him.
As Tolvin would reach to his belt slowly for his pistol, the knife would come down an inch, driving a bit of blood from the back of his neck.

"I wouldn't recommend that my friend, unless you wish to have a portion of your spine torn out." he would say in a sly voice, turning Torvins head to look at the figure. It was a taller man, approximately six feet, and wearing a black tuxedo. He chose to wear no armor, pale as a ghost. His slick black hair combed backwards.

"Oh, hello there." Torvin would say, offering a bright smile as he looks at the figure, obviously trying to diffuse the situation, with the knife no longer on his neck.

"So, I assume somebody sent you to kill my boss." the figure would say, his marble like face contorting into a slight smile as he looks over the fellow. "You aren't very subtle, perhaps a solider hoping to get a medal or the like, tell me, do you have any friends with you?"

"Nope, just little old me." Torvin would say, smirking toward the figure, whose long face grew slightly bemused.

"Truly, only a single person, a pity, I was hoping to have a larger meal than that." the figure would sigh, looking over him, he held up the knife, still dripping a bit of Tolvins blood, and runs a gloved finger over it, putting it into his mouth with a smile.

"You don't taste too bad though...so...I suppose I can make due then."
Tolvin, taking a moment of this, would draw his pistol, finally able to fire a shot at the oddball, knocking him off his feet in an inelegant -thump- against the wood floorboards of the building.

"Ain't nobodies meal bloodsucker." is all Torvin would say as he pulls to his feet, only to be met by the figure, the bullet, leaving a neat hole in his chest, would leave no blood.

"...And yer bulletproof..." Torvin would grimace, "Why doesn't anybody tell me these things..."
The tuxedoed man would snarl, his mouth opening to reveal sharp teeth, fangs. as he would lunge at Torvin. Torvin, expecting this, would shift his weight as he would step out of the way, reaching to his side to pull out a flashbang.

"It ain't the sun, but it'll have to do." Tolvin would grimace as he tosses the grenade at the tuxedoed figure, turning away as the bomb exploded in a nauseating wave of light and sound.

After a few moments of not having a bite torn out of the back of his neck, Torvin would turn around, to assess what he had managed to do.
As he turns back to assess the damage...he found that there was literally nothing left of the tuxedoed man, the only thing left, a pile of clothing.
Taking a long sigh, he would glance back toward the window, it had only been a minute since the activity.
The street was just as empty, the jeep the leader was in, the soldiers following them, the only thing left were piles of clothing.

"...One little flashbang-...fuck me, the folks need to give me better info next time."[/SPOILER]

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I always grin a little when I see a human gladiator. Very nice, and very nicely written!
Welcome to the Lounge!

A fellow non-superhuman! I do say that i relish in these moments for a man in a room of giants feels lonely and now misery has company. Looking forward to see what you have in store.

Adieu.

Thank ya for the compliments, friend of mine poked me a bit in the direction of this, hopefully will have a bit of fun and show a bit of talent for it.

A bit of an update, with silence and the like, gonna give a bit of general information of what's going on for just...general future reference.

New forumite to this, poked over by a friend and decided to take a look and have a bit of fun.

Generally, College Student, Essentially late Sophomore at the moment. Contemplating between Psychology and Computers (big jump I know, heh)

Really, excited to attempt anything out, I've been a general writer/RPer for nearly 10 years, not the best writer, but I enjoy doing so, especially RPing and the like.

In a week or two, college lets out for winter break, Starbound is going to be a big thing, as well as doing a bit of general gaming or the like.

But, I should be open for battles or anything particularly. general chatting would be pretty fun too!