Race: Enhanced Human and a small fraction of vampire
Hair: Jet-black hair, about four inches an all-around length and messy, there is no real style, it is just there.
Weight: 270 pounds
Height: 6 feet, four inches
Nerio: He wields a spatha made from mithrilium, the sword is nearly weightless and nearly unbreakable. The blade of the sword is 1 meter in length and is silver in color. The hilt is specially designed to form to his hands to allow for a good grip and control when using the sword. The pommel allows for perfect balance of the sword to allow for optimum control and damage when wielding it. Nerio is designed to be resistant to electricity and fire, the metal of the sword is rustproof and can cut through solid stone and steel. When not in use the sword is in its scabbard which is attached to his back. The scabbard is the same as any other scabbard, although it has to be strong enough to not be destroyed by Nerio.
Armor: He wears specially designed clothing that allows him to blend into any background. When not in camouflage mode he appears to be wearing a dark green shirt with a black trench coat. The trench coat is made out of a material that is bullet proof, resistant to temperatures up to 1,003 degrees and constantly repairs itself. The coat is also resistant to electricity and is specially designed to be aerodynamic enough for him to run and jump faster and higher.
He also wears night black pants and combat boots of the same color. The boots allow for higher jumps and increased running speed than that of the average person. He also has a device on his left arm that emits a circular energy shield with a diameter of about one-half of a meter when needed. The shield is almost translucent but has a bit of a blue hue to it.
Strengths: Due to both his implants and vampire heritage he has greatly increased mental and physical prowess, a series military IQ tests that he took after the implants in his brain activated showed his IQ to be off of their charts, even surpassing that of their computers. His physical strength is great enough to allow him to lift up to one tons due to his implants and bionic parts. He is also incredibly agile and quick, his implants also give him other abilities, although he can only use a few so far. Each implant has to be activated by doing anything from jogging to jumping off of a cliff. This is a safety mechanism programmed into his implants by the military in case he betrays them. For safety reasons his implants and mechanical parts are waterproof, heat resistant, and unable to be short-circuited by electricity.
Although members of his family are no longer immortal due to generations of human crossbreeding his vampire D.N.A has mutated into many different things. A vampire’s need to count things became a knack for finding patterns and solving mathematical problems over time in his family. Their aversion to sunlight, garlic, religious symbols, silver and such have disappeared over time, and their thirst for blood slowly became an extreme liking for foods rich in iron. He is also immune to being turned into a vampire, as he is technically one already.
Weakness: Because of his family’s history of helping humans instead of vampires he is often hated, and on some occasions attacked, by other vampires. Most werewolves also hate and attack him because of the mutual hatred between vampires and werewolves. Bartholomew is also constantly followed by the ghost of his ancestor, a vampire named Bartholomew, and he often annoys and distracts him with his senile ranting and conversation. This can distract him during battle and cause him to appear insane to others as they can’t hear or see the spirit.
Bartholomew is also at a disadvantage during surprise attacks, as he only uses his left eye. The other causes those who look into it to experience an extreme form of whatever emotion they are currently feeling. This eye has a leather eye patch covering it so that nobody can see it; the eye patch is only removed during battle to increase his opponent’s emotions to distract them. Most of Bartholomew’s implants are in his brain and other organs; if they were destroyed he would almost certainly die.
He is also very weak against many forms of magic. Magic based attacks are one of the few things that can break through nearly all of his many defenses. The only thing stopping magic from killing him completely is his vampire heritige, this protects him from almost all types of magic, but only enough to stop him from immeadiatly losing a battle against a magic user. Although magic would hurt him if used against him, he is facinated by it as it is something that he simply can't do. Something in his genetics prevents him from using magic effectivlyother than his hypnotic eye. His trench coat, although bullet proof and resistant to many things, is pierced easily by even basic magic. The magic that hits hardest is nature magic, this is because Bartholomew's world is centered around technology and nature and technology just don't mix.
Implants and Equipment:
Bionic Eye: Microscopic implants in his brain allow him to analyze someone’s statistics (pulse, brain function, race, gender, organs, pressure points, etc) by activating it while looking at someone.
Bones: His bones are made from a metallic calcium compound. His bones are nearly unbreakable and incredibly sturdy and lightweight.
Hypnotic Eye: Bartholomew’s covered eye also allows him to hypnotize people who look into it. He can only do this by concentrating very hard, this puts a large amount of strain on his body.
Shocker: Thousands of small implants on his his body undernearth his skin allow him to send deadly amounts of electricity through himself for offensive and defenseive purposes.
Medic Pouch: A small pouch attached to his belt allows him to heal himself and others with a combination of chemicals and medicines found in the pouch.
Hacker: A small chip in his brain allows him to hack into even the most advanced computers and networks to access information.
Computer Brain: A chip in his brain allows him access to the internet and assorted files that he downloads from miscellaneous government and civilian computers.
Appearance: Bartholomew wears a dark green shirt, black pants, black combat boots, and a black trench coat. The coat is almost always open, in battle it is closed for extra protection. His jet-black hair is kept messy and his skin has a light tan. His eye patch is black in color and wraps around his head to secure it to his face. He is an imposing figure to look at; many look away in nervousness and fear when he approaches them. He is very muscular due to his years of military training and battles and at times relies solely on brute strength to defeat his enemies.
Personality: Bartholomew is quiet by nature, only talking to those he trusts. He is very persuasive and smart, and he often talks to himself. He is kind and forgiving, although in battle he is a ruthless fighter willing to do anything to survive. Bartholomew does not worry about death, even though he faces it nearly every day of his life. He is normally a happy person, although sometimes anger can get the better of him. He is determined and gives all of his strength into whatever he puts his mind to.
Bartholomew often finds himself making rude remarks to those he doesn’t like or to those who don’t like him. In battle he often has conversations with his opponents in order to demoralize them and make them too distracted to fight.
V-Cruiser Prototype: A spacecraft that allows him to fly into space and other planets. The cruiser is black in color and seats three people in the cockpit. It looks similar to the Ebon Hawk, although the V-Cruiser is black, sleeker and a bit smaller.
Alaska, 1925: The weather was cold and Bartholomew Decari was thankful for the warm layer of fur on his skin. His paws continuously hit the snow and ice, driving him further and further toward his goal with each hurried step. The team of loyal dogs behind him carried the sled full of important supplies for the town of Nome, Alaska.
“How much longer will this mission take Bartholomew?” the dog behind him asked as they ran.
“Only a few more minutes, assuming we don’t run into something, just calm down Vladimir,” Bartholomew responded in a calm voice.
“Why are we helping these ungrateful humans? They think we are no more than mere dogs!” Vladimir exclaimed.
“Without these supplies the people in Nome will die, I will not allow someone to die if I could stop it,” Bartholomew replied, by now panting heavily from the unexpected length of the run.
“So then, what is the plan for when we get to Nome? You do realize that we will not be allowed to revert to our normal states while there, right?” Vladimir stated, wishing to expose a fault in his brother’s plans.
“Here is the plan, but you must remember it this time. We deliver the medicine to the town, and then we ‘unexpectedly’ run off to the rendezvous point. Then we transform back to ourselves and release the dogs, the humans think they are us and we are free to leave the town,” Bartholomew replied.
Vladimir was content with this answer, although he disliked the idea greatly. He hated the idea of not getting credit for this act of goodwill, and resented his brother for not wanting the money and publicity that would come with it. If his plan went well then he would be able to dispose of his pesky older brother, and reap the power that would come with being his parent’s only child.
Within hours they reached Nome and managed to escape to the rendezvous house. The house was old and decrepit and all of its windows were boarded up. The two vampires broke through the door, sending splinters of wood everywhere. They entered and stretched, almost immeadiatly transforming back to their humanoid forms, stretching their legs and shaking their heads.
“Good work brother, I am very proud of you,” Bartholomew said and patted his brother’s shoulder.
“Thank you very much,” Vladimir said as he slowly pulled a large wooden stake out of his pocket.
“You’re welcome Vlad. Oh, and there is one more thing I wanted to say. You are an uncle, now my son was born a few days ago!” Bartholomew exclaimed with happiness, even though he knew that Vladimir wouldn’t approve of his relationship with a human, but he figured that this momentous news would negate that.
“That’s… wonderful,” Vladimir said with a fake smile, not even taking the time to witness his brother’s reaction before stabbing him through the chest.
Bartholomew tried to scream, but found his organs were already turning into dust. He kicked Bartholomew through a nearby window and sent him into the daylight outside. He heard his younger brother scream as he died, and a smile formed on his lips. He silently swore to continue his mission to help humanity and died, a large gust of wind blowing his ashes out of the broken window and into the bright new day.
6000, New York City, New York: Cheers and cries of joy echoed through the crowded streets of New York, everyone was grateful to have witnessed the dawning of a new millennium. Dancing began as drinks flowed freely around the city, ensuring everyone a good time, everyone but one boy. Eleven-year-old Bartholomew Decari IV stood wide-eyed at his parent’s bodies lying on the floor, feebly holding onto a bloody kitchen knife. His parents were dead, killed in self-defense by the frightened little boy that stood in front of their bodies. In his shock he began to remember things about what had just happened, trying to process the new things that were being forced into his memory, no matter how hard he did not want them.
It had started out small, the occasional spanking when he misbehaved, but the punishments eventually grew worse. Long sessions of beatings from his parents soon became to consequence of Bartholomew’s every action, be it good or bad. It only took a few seconds for the child to plan his parent’s downfall. All he had to do was wait for the next attack. His parents came at him, trying to hurt him again, but Bartholomew was ready. He ran as fast as his small legs could carry him and eventually found a large knife, and spun around and stabbed his parents in the legs, then the chest as they fell to the floor.
Bartholomew left his home that night, hiding himself in the large crowds celebrating the New Year. He lived as a beggar for many years until he found safety. He was walking around the city, hoping to find money on the streets when he found the poster. It was a simple poster, but it promised him free room and board. The United Galaxy Military promised him everything he wanted, food, shelter, and more importantly a place to live. He raced to the recruitment center, and almost immediately enlisted, he was fifteen at the time.
6010, United Galaxy Military Base, New Jersey: It had been years since he has signed up for the military, since then he has gone through thousands of training exercises and simulations, his body and mind have been sculpted and formed into finely tuned weapons. He spent hours training, even earning a spot on this list for a new experimental surgery to make him even more powerful.
It took him a few hours to get prepared for surgery; his hair had to be shaved off and was forced to lie down on the operating table. He imagined himself after the surgery, stronger, smarter, and more powerful than ever before! The surgeons came in and injected him with several chemicals to suspend his bodily functions during surgery. Bartholomew soon fell into unconsciousness, the doctors beginning their work only a few minutes later.
It took days after the surgery for him to regain his physical strength and movement, but afterwards he felt better than he ever had in his life. The doctors explained to him that his implants would allow him to do things never before thought of by man, and that each implant can be activated by an action of some sort. Everything about the implants was explained to him, and Bartholomew went on to fight in many battles. He single-handedly conquered planets, killing without remorse, until one day a spy destroyed everything he had worked for.
6013, United Galaxy Military Base, Moon: “Of all the places in the universe, it had to happen while I am here,” Bartholomew groaned in anger.
A single person had shut down their military, forcing Bartholomew to find new means of providing for himself. To make matters worse he was stranded on the moon, now he would have to either die here, or steal. Bartholomew Decari was not a stupid man; he knew that stealing would be the only logical choice.
He approached the military hangar, using his newfound hacking abilities to open the door. Inside he found what he expected there to be, several top-secret prototypes. He had seen this room before, but he had never been able to explore all of it on his own. He took the armor, a trench coat and some parts of an advanced uniform, he also took a weapon, a top-secret spatha codenamed Nerio. He took the scabbard next to it, a bit upset that he is being forced to use a primitive weapon. Bartholomew also stole the V-Cruiser, a secret space craft used to scout areas and fight other ships. He entered it, instinctively checking the files he had downloaded on the craft for flight instructions.
With a soft hum the craft took off, leaving the moon for an unknown base somewhere near Mars. Bartholomew knew that he would have to become a mercenary; he knew he would miss the thrill of battle. But being a mercenary requires a war to be going on, and unfortunately for him there were no wars going on. He would have to become a bounty hunter on the side, something he has dreamed of becoming because of its appeal and excitement.
“Maybe I can become an assassin as well,” Bartholomew mused before jumping into a state of near light speed.
6015, Abandoned Star Base: It had taken years to acquire enough money to buy and rebuild this old base; a base of operations was needed for his expanding business of hired strength. Bartholomew Decari walked through the rooms and corridors of the base, making sure all the problems were fixed. Satisfied, he wandered into the hangar to board his ship so he could travel to his next bounty’s location.
“Hello Bartholomew, it is good to see you,” said an apparition next to him, Bartholomew looked to the specter.
He looked very similar to the spirit; he could even feel a connection between them.
“Hello, what do you want?”
“I want to help you, we need to talk.”
The spirit spent the next three hours explaining every aspect of his family’s history and heritage, Bartholomew supposed this was what every elderly man did. Bartholomew listened, he even gasped when he learned of his vampire ancestry. When the whole story was over he found that the spirit wouldn’t leave him alone. His ancestor followed him for days, giving him advice at useless times, even trying to have conversations with him during battles. His interference caused him to receive a few scars, but nothing major.
Bartholomew had eventually gotten used to his life, his ancestor spirit, his implants, even his job. He walked through dark alleyways with confidence, even going as far as killing gang and crime lords. He saw himself as unstoppable, the perfect combination of vampire, human, and machine. New adventures awaited him, and he knew that he would be able to face them and defeat them. It was just a matter of time until he would be able to fight his way back into a respectable position again, but for now his dream would have to wait. He had to kill today.
OoC: The biography could have been better, but I really wanted to get this guy posted.
Not only is it a bunny with a pancake on its head, it is also the link to my B.A Character: Bartholomew. Keldar has been moved over here until another breakfast based fuzzy animal can be found.
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This looks good--I'd just like to see his weakness to magic expanded upon a bit more since he has so many strengths. Can he defend against magic at all, or does it harm him for some particular reason? Be a little more specific about it, since that's his most easily-utilized/commonly-appearing weakness.