Strengths
Weapons
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During his latest encounter, with the creature Venox, Wyvern received a Colt Python. This gun chambers up to 6 .357 caliber cartridges and handles extremely well and fits Wyvern's fighting style quite well. He has kept onto the gun and will most certainly employ the weapon in his future encounters. Due to his earlier training he is extremely proficient with the firearm.[/Spoiler]
Tactics
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Abilities
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To top it off, Wyvern has proven a cunning fighter on multiple occasions. While he is not on a coomplete other league than his competitors on a level of intelligence, he does have an incredible knack for exploiting and manipulating his surroundings, his opponents and their weapons, bystanders and nearly anything that can be picked up to his advantage.
As a consequence of Venox's venom, an old force seemingly awakened inside Wyvern. So far he is unsure what the effects of this event are, but he has come to the conclusion that whatever awakened within him protects him from mental attacks and illusions, even going so far as to being able to shatter illusionary forces such as awakened shadows or magic copies.[/spoiler]
Wyvern believes his powers can still potentially grow past this point.
Weaknesses
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Wyvern faces many difficulties if he has to face of an opponent that employs defensive tactics themselves. He relies greatly on exploiting the frames of opportunity he receives when his opponent lashes out to hit him and does not know many tactics in the matter of exploiting his opponent's defenses. He also has trouble defeating opponents that are capable of quickly going from one place to the other, as he relies on his speed to stick to his enemies might they decide to turn their backs towards him. He is nevertheless more than capable of fighting his opponent if they were to attack him in the back.
On top of that, Wyvern possesses no means of delivering damage from a range and is greatly reliant on either his opponents being forced to remain stationary in order to fire at him, or his ability to stick to them. If his opponent is capable of staying in motion while (accurately) firing at him or he is slowed through any means, he will face incredible trouble to eliminate his opponent. Despite that, his reflexes grant him the ability to dodge most projectiles that do not fly at immense speed, even being capable of dodging long-to-medium range gunfire occasionally (depending on his foe's accuracy).
He now possesses a Colt Python, which forms his only means of delivering damage at a range. While proficient with it, he still has troubles hitting enemies over longer distances, and will have no means of attacking from a distance if he is either disarmed, or runs out of bullets (he usually brings 18-24 bullets to a fight)
Though it is odd, Wyvern's abilities seem to be linked to the amount of light present. The darker his surroundings, the more his reflexes, awareness and speed seem to grow, though with this, his ability to endure hits and to hit harder seems to dissipate, whereas he hits harder and is capable of enduring more hits in lighter areas, at the cost of some of his reflexes, awareness and speed. His weakness to light-related energy abilities and vulnerability to fire somehow seem to link in to this.
Lastly, Wyvern, despite his cunning, seems to camp with incredible internal conflict at times. An inner presence gnaws at his personality, causing him to make impulsive decisions at times, whereas at other times it seems to give him additional ideas. Like his other powers, this inner conflict seems to grow stronger and sharper the darker his surroundings. It is disputable whether this is an improvement or a weakness, though for the time being it will be classified as a weakness.
These internal conflicts have grown in proportions now that an ancient power inside him has awoken. When affected by internal conflict, his head will receive a blow and Wyvern will be destabilized. This may occasionally come accompanied by a bleeding nose, dizziness, blurred vision or more extreme versions of either.
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History
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Latest date : 15 January 20XX
Log, 18 September 20XX :
"I recently tried to remember my past, but it was no use, just like all the other times. I have lost count of how many times I have tried. Those few times that I managed to actually picture a memory, it was often nothing more than a feeling, an emotion. Often, pain, suffering, sadness, regret... Occasionally, exhilaration, pleasure, forgiveness, fulfillment. I'm not even certain anymore if I want to remember anymore, for all I know it might just be like what I actually can remember, and I do not wish to live like that anymore. I... am ashamed of what I once was... Never again."
Log, 2 October 20XX :
"I was attacked again this week. I wish to leave my past behind me, but my past does not wish the same. Time and time again they return to fight me, time and time again am I forced to put them down. For every life I take I feel even less human, and it seems as if the voice grows stronger the more I fight. I often allow myself to dream... imagine how my life would have been had I not done IT. *sigh* It saddens me every time I open my eyes again and I am made to realise that is not the case. I suppose it is too late to become what I aspire to be, perhaps it is my destiny to keep fighting 'till my last breath."
Log, 5 October 20XX :
*static* "-his thing still working?" *banging noises* "-ot... gain!" *Explosion followed by gunfire* *static*
Log, 25 November 20XX :
"*deep breath* It's been almost a month since their last attack. I am still mystified as to how I survived their assault... I did feel dead... but, I was not? I have decided to start submitting to my log again after they found me again." *distant yelling* "This neighborhood ill-suited me anyways. Sleeping is already difficult, this constant noise isn't helping me fall asl-" *Wyvern turns around to watch the door and silently approaches* *Banging followed by an armed man barging in, only to be immediately cut down by Wyvern, followed by gunfire*
*periodic static*
*crackling followed by image of bloodied Wyvern* "Perhaps *cough* it is time to take care of this issue once and for all." *short static* "....-o happy if they'd stop shooting my camera."
Log, 20 December 20XX :
"I carefully dare to say that perhaps the problem is now truly solved. Earlier in these logs, I had promised myself to leave this past behind... Heh, seems I am still bad at keeping my promises. *expression turns grim* It's sad, so many lives pointlessly lost only to end this ridiculous onslaught, a few to save many more... though I have learned that is not the way. Sadly, there was no other option. Pointless, pointless, pointless.... Young and old lives alike lost, for the sake of a false ideology. I once too was devoted to their cause, killing for our cause without remorse. The truth was much less appealing. I had to kill my crewmembers, my very friends, simply to leave it behind, and clearly I knew too much to be left off the bat, judging from the amount of corpses lined up in their office right now. Even then I disliked forceful negotiation. Christmas is a time in which many celebrate, but I wouldn't dare. No, never again will I dare to celebrate Christmas, knowing that I've caused grief to so many children and spouses alike on this day of celebration. I tried sparing them, but they wouldn't stop... and neither would I..." click*
Log, 15 January 20XX :
"The voice has grown ever stronger, at night even worse than at day... Insomnia never seemed appealing to me before..... though the few hours of sleep I occasionally manage to catch are golden. The voice seems to taint me, change me... At times I can't manage to resist it. At least the onslaught has now finally stopped. After the onslaught, I feared there would be no coming back, but lately, I have been fighting a few fights simply for fun, with no intent to kill anyone. Somehow, it soothes me.... Training has proven to be calming, the voice seems to grow silent when I intensively occupy myself with improving my physique. I still remember his words.. back in the day when I followed him... He asked me, "What is better : To be born good, or to overcome one's evil nature through great effort?". When I answered the latter, he explained to me why the first choice was better. It aspired me back then. Now it only haunts me, though there is still some truth in what he said. Perhaps it is better to overcome one's evil nature through great effort, for who was born good has never tasted evil. Has never felt it's putrid taint, and has never sworn it to themselves to never be that way again. I have felt it's stain. I know I do no longer wish to be like that, though it seems as if fate wants me to remain tainted... to remain evil.
I have heard of a place where strong men, women and others alike fight each other. At times in a merely friendly competition, at other times there are more hostile circumstances ... Anyone who signs up may be sought out and battled by any of the other "gladiators", and heck, if I do not qualify as a "gladiator", then who does?" *click*
Log, 22 January 20XX :
"I have successfully registered as a gladiator and am still awaiting challenge. *picks up his blades and glances at them* I must admit I am eager to commence fighting, though it seems that most other fighters are occupied at the moment. In the meantime, I have managed to establish some contacts within the fighter circle. They call themselves the Observer Protocol, and have accepted me within their circles after I beat their trials. I am yet to meet my allies but am eager to do so. The protocol calls me to Japan now I will be absent for some days;"
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Personality
In combat, Wyvern maintains calm and serious, barely ever ushering a word. While he prefers to fight in friendly competitions, he does not shy away from less friendly challenges. He aims to fight fire with fire and filter the evil from the RHG system with his own, or will die trying so. Despite that, he wishes to spare each opponent he can, intent on leaving his dark past behind. Whether the fight be friendly or hostile, he will utilize all time spent fighting to analyze his opponent and improve his already existing techniques with new ones learnt by observing his foes. Wyvern tries to remain confident, though never allows himself to become overconfident or cocky. Oddly, in contradiction to his preferred fighting style and learning attitude, he is generally quite impatient and wishes for each battle to be over as quick as possible. He fights quick, cool, clean, stylish and with an everlasting lust for improvement.
Out of combat, Wyvern remains mostly silent, though he does not shy away from contact with others. Positive social influences from others seem to help him keep his mind clear from the fiendish voice that gnaws away at him. While having a quite competitive attitude, Wyvern generally can't deal with his losses too easily, believing it is his fault for slacking on his training, or being overconfident in battle. Frustration quickly builds up when Wyvern isn't feeling up for it and this can result in various fits. Due to his loner personality, this can result in longer-lasting grudges, sauce sarcastique and passive-aggressiveness.
Appearance
Wyvern stands tall but quite slender for someone of his condition. he has deep blue eyes, nearly duke blue. His hair is long and lush, sporting a near-black tint. His goatee sports the same tint. He wears a light, long, slategrey coat, the slips almost completely covering his similarly-but-slightly-darker colored trousers. Under his coat he often wears a blank blouse which is occasionally covered by either a light Kevlar vest or another light armor. During indoor combat he may occasionally throw his coat to the side to allow for slightly more maneuverability.
Demonstrations
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Overlooking this otherwise blank room was but one ornament, the ever-ticking clock. The only one in the entire complex that wasn't digital. Even though time itself seemed to stand still, the clock kept ticking, as if it was trying to fight fate, as if it was trying to keep what was about to unfold from taking place. It served no purpose, this battle was already destined to take place the moment they locked their gaze.
Only three words were ushered, surprisingly coming from Wyvern's side. "Out of my way" it echoed through the room, but the words quickly got lost, the rifles not having moved an inch. Three more times, the ticking reverberated, each tick sounding slower than the previous one. As the mechanism locks the fourth tick in place, a shining blade flies across the room and seemingly unmoved the gracious but blood-soaked planted itself in the neck of the first man. It seemed as if the others had never even cared about