Name: Harlequin
General Information
Species: Nepleslian (?)
Gender: Male
Age: 619 (Claimed), 40 (Biological)
Family: Solitaire (Pet Cyberaven)
Employer: None permanent
Occupation: Professional Troubleshooter
Rank: None
Current Assignment: None
Physical Characteristics
Height: 176 cm (6'0")
Weight: 103 kg (230 lbs)
Build and Skin Color: A muscular, toned build. His skin is covered with a full-body tattoo; a lozenge pattern of red, blue, and green diamonds.
Facial Features and Eye Color: Scars cover Harlequin's face. He has no nose, claiming that he ripped it off himself to spite an interrogator who threatened to cut it off. His eyes are completely white.
Hair color and Style: Harlequin is bald.
Distinguishing Features: Face scarred horribly, 'as if someone introduced him to a club wrapped with razor wire'.
Psychological Characteristics
Personality: Harlequin is pointedly deranged; a schizophreniac to be more precise. To him, all the world and its goings on are a grand stage, a play put on for an unseen and unheard audience. Whatever he does, he does with the flourish and shameless flamboyance of an actor. However, for all the foolishness he displays, only a fool would underestimate Harlequin. Above all, he is a survivor on a world where the weak die unnoticed and is employed in a business that rewards mistakes with death.
Likes: Freedom (Anarchy), Games of chance, Gallows humor
Dislikes: Central authority, 'A sure thing', Nature
Goals: To die; alone and unloved
History
Killers are never born, they're made. Or so the old saying goes. Such was the case with the man known as Harlequin. His real name was something he discarded at the end of his 'training' twenty years ago. Before then, he was another faceless urchin on the streets of Neplesia, stealing for the sake of seeing another sunrise. He had killed at an age where most youngsters are learning to walk and before age ten had taught himself to field strip most commonly available weapons. It was around his tenth year that Harlequin met up with his teacher, the man who at that time was also named Harlequin. The original Harlequin was getting on in the years and, seeing something of himself in the blooded youth, indoctrinated him in the different ways and means of killing while altering his charge's body through cybernetics, biological enhancement, and copious amounts of drugs. All this so that the original Harlequin would never see his name die.
The modifications had been a terrible burden on young Harlequin, though. They warped him and the way he saw the world and engendered a hatred of the man who did this to him. The moment when he felt he had nothing more to learn, Harlequin inhereited his name and an old, nameless man was found lying in a waste gutter with his face frozen in a horrible smile.
Since that day, Harlequin has been something of a free-agent. Loathe to leave his home planet, he works for the myriad criminal organizations, pursuing their goals to the end of a contract and never longer and never working for the same organization twice in a row.
Skills:
Demolitions: Harlequin is extremely well-read in matters of Chemistry. He especially loved the parts that teach you how to make explosives. Knowing that most manufactured explosives contain taggants, Harlequin makes his own which through experience he has become quite adept at using.
Fighting: Harlequin's combat repetoire is quite limited, but what he knows he knows well. Knowledge of a personalized unarmed combat style almost military-like on its reliance on crippling blows to vitals and grapples to neutralize opponents complements his skill with primitive hand-to-hand weaponry. In terms of ranged combat, Harlequin specializes in his customized weapons; Rictus and Domino, his rifle and pistol respectively.
Physical: Physical training is an unending part of Harlequin's life. His flashy fighting style is demanding, even on his enhanced physique. Flips, cartwheels, and feats of balance are par for the course with him.
Rogue: Intrusion isn't just a word or a concept for Harlequin. It's a way of life. This seems counterintuitive to his persona, and yet such assumptions have earned more than one person 'Harlequin's Smile'; a garrote of monowire to the neck. In many cases, his ability at intruding, unseen and unheard, into a site carries his life in the balance. Stealth has become so ingrained in Harlequin's life that he knows of no other way to move.
Medicine: Being a walking catalogue of biological and cybernetic enhancements means that Harlequin takes taking care of himself to a plateau higher than most. His knowledge of physiology (namely his own) isn't just for the sake of knowledge but because he needs it to survive. He uses this knowledge, coupled with Chemistry, to manufacture drugs, treat his wounds, and even perform minor surgery on himself.
Chemistry: In another life, in another time, Harlequin could have become a respected chemist or professor of the subject, such is the depth of his personal experience in the field. His fractured mind clicks together when it comes to chemicals, bonding, and interactions and he uses this to make everything from plastic explosives to epinephrine for his own use.
Entertainment: True to his name, Harlequin is a creature of drama. A living personification of the twin masks of sorrow and joy. Everything he does, from speaking to killing is done artistically not because he wishes it but because he knows it -must- be so. His time is filled with sound and fury, the end results always signifying something.
General Information
Species: Nepleslian (?)
Gender: Male
Age: 619 (Claimed), 40 (Biological)
Family: Solitaire (Pet Cyberaven)
Employer: None permanent
Occupation: Professional Troubleshooter
Rank: None
Current Assignment: None
Physical Characteristics
Height: 176 cm (6'0")
Weight: 103 kg (230 lbs)
Build and Skin Color: A muscular, toned build. His skin is covered with a full-body tattoo; a lozenge pattern of red, blue, and green diamonds.
Facial Features and Eye Color: Scars cover Harlequin's face. He has no nose, claiming that he ripped it off himself to spite an interrogator who threatened to cut it off. His eyes are completely white.
Hair color and Style: Harlequin is bald.
Distinguishing Features: Face scarred horribly, 'as if someone introduced him to a club wrapped with razor wire'.
Psychological Characteristics
Personality: Harlequin is pointedly deranged; a schizophreniac to be more precise. To him, all the world and its goings on are a grand stage, a play put on for an unseen and unheard audience. Whatever he does, he does with the flourish and shameless flamboyance of an actor. However, for all the foolishness he displays, only a fool would underestimate Harlequin. Above all, he is a survivor on a world where the weak die unnoticed and is employed in a business that rewards mistakes with death.
Likes: Freedom (Anarchy), Games of chance, Gallows humor
Dislikes: Central authority, 'A sure thing', Nature
Goals: To die; alone and unloved
History
Killers are never born, they're made. Or so the old saying goes. Such was the case with the man known as Harlequin. His real name was something he discarded at the end of his 'training' twenty years ago. Before then, he was another faceless urchin on the streets of Neplesia, stealing for the sake of seeing another sunrise. He had killed at an age where most youngsters are learning to walk and before age ten had taught himself to field strip most commonly available weapons. It was around his tenth year that Harlequin met up with his teacher, the man who at that time was also named Harlequin. The original Harlequin was getting on in the years and, seeing something of himself in the blooded youth, indoctrinated him in the different ways and means of killing while altering his charge's body through cybernetics, biological enhancement, and copious amounts of drugs. All this so that the original Harlequin would never see his name die.
The modifications had been a terrible burden on young Harlequin, though. They warped him and the way he saw the world and engendered a hatred of the man who did this to him. The moment when he felt he had nothing more to learn, Harlequin inhereited his name and an old, nameless man was found lying in a waste gutter with his face frozen in a horrible smile.
Since that day, Harlequin has been something of a free-agent. Loathe to leave his home planet, he works for the myriad criminal organizations, pursuing their goals to the end of a contract and never longer and never working for the same organization twice in a row.
Skills:
Demolitions: Harlequin is extremely well-read in matters of Chemistry. He especially loved the parts that teach you how to make explosives. Knowing that most manufactured explosives contain taggants, Harlequin makes his own which through experience he has become quite adept at using.
Fighting: Harlequin's combat repetoire is quite limited, but what he knows he knows well. Knowledge of a personalized unarmed combat style almost military-like on its reliance on crippling blows to vitals and grapples to neutralize opponents complements his skill with primitive hand-to-hand weaponry. In terms of ranged combat, Harlequin specializes in his customized weapons; Rictus and Domino, his rifle and pistol respectively.
Physical: Physical training is an unending part of Harlequin's life. His flashy fighting style is demanding, even on his enhanced physique. Flips, cartwheels, and feats of balance are par for the course with him.
Rogue: Intrusion isn't just a word or a concept for Harlequin. It's a way of life. This seems counterintuitive to his persona, and yet such assumptions have earned more than one person 'Harlequin's Smile'; a garrote of monowire to the neck. In many cases, his ability at intruding, unseen and unheard, into a site carries his life in the balance. Stealth has become so ingrained in Harlequin's life that he knows of no other way to move.
Medicine: Being a walking catalogue of biological and cybernetic enhancements means that Harlequin takes taking care of himself to a plateau higher than most. His knowledge of physiology (namely his own) isn't just for the sake of knowledge but because he needs it to survive. He uses this knowledge, coupled with Chemistry, to manufacture drugs, treat his wounds, and even perform minor surgery on himself.
Chemistry: In another life, in another time, Harlequin could have become a respected chemist or professor of the subject, such is the depth of his personal experience in the field. His fractured mind clicks together when it comes to chemicals, bonding, and interactions and he uses this to make everything from plastic explosives to epinephrine for his own use.
Entertainment: True to his name, Harlequin is a creature of drama. A living personification of the twin masks of sorrow and joy. Everything he does, from speaking to killing is done artistically not because he wishes it but because he knows it -must- be so. His time is filled with sound and fury, the end results always signifying something.
