Tacheon Alexander Black

Name: Tacheon Alexander Black (That's Mr. Black to you)

Age: Three deca-cycles and four (34 years of age) since created, Four deca-cycles and seven (47 years of age) since project began

Race: Human (From planet Tiberius)

Sex: Male

Hair: Chin-length, jet-black hair, generally pulled back behind the ears but not secured.

Eyes: Hazel (constantly shifting, depending on mood rather than color of surroundings)

Weight: One hundred sixty-five pounds (165 lbs.)

Height: Six foot One (6'1")

Strengths: A true God of War. Many, many years of battle experience in both combat and tactical reconaissance. Due to his use of Atrionic manipulation (see below, under bio, this one's a long read), his speed and recovery rate are well above normal. His raw strength and defense itself isn't that high, because his recovery rate and cunning doesn't require it. And he has an amazing amount of stamina.

Weakness: He holds back on women and children. The back of his head is his Achilles' heel. One good skull-penetrating blow will knock him... dead? Mortal? Whatever. He isn't invincible... um, ah-- see the bio for more information. It's confusing to explain.
He's easy to defeat if you manage to destroy his... brain...

Skills/Magic: Atrionic manipulation, weapons expertise, super-human speed and reflex

Appearance: Tacheon is a man who knows how to dress. He generally doesn't vary much in what he wears. Sometimes, it's a black sweater with black jeans and Japanese-style slippers, sometimes it's an admiral's uniform adorned with war-medals and the insignia of the Rebel Navy, and sometimes it's just jeans, a t-shirt, and a greaser's jacket. He always stands tall, never slouching or leaning against the wall. Tacheon always stands on the balls of his feet (hehe, I said balls, get over it), a habit he picked up from his days as an assassin. When he walks, it seems as though he glides from one area to another, making no real movement with his upper body. He is white, although his skin is slightly tanned, but not the super-tan that some people find attractive, more of a slightly-toasted color. The only blemishes on his skin are a small, hairline scar slicing vertically down under his right eye, and a barcode and ID number on his upper forearm. He usually walks empty-handed.

Personality: Tacheon is a sado-masochist. He both enjoys the exhilaration and rush of adrenaline from pain, and the similar rush from inflicting it. When he gets into a tussle, the apprehension is lost and he enters a blood-frenzy, doing anything within reason to decimate the enemy's morale and then going for the kill. He likes to prolong people's suffering. When he's not fighting, however, he is a very rational, methodical man. He is the type to always kick his tires before he leaves. He is overly cautious of traps, and will always try to negotiate before getting into conflict. He is not easily angered. Despite his violent bursts, he's more of a lover than a fighter.

Biography:
Tacheon's origins are a mystery, even to himself. Some say that he is a child of science, others that he is a deity, long-forgotten and stripped of his powers, and others still believe that he is simply a man given the power to right the wrongs of so many others in the world...


Excerpt from The Protectors (although abridged and edited to give nothing away): 'The daunting walls of Fort Tiberius loomed over Tacheon Alexander Black. Pipe organ music could be vaguely discerned through the wide-open doors of the gates, and a chorus of wildlife from the surrounding forest chimed in to form a manner of complex, but beautiful, harmonies. Tacheon would have none of it. He strode through the gates. Vanessa Ricardi Tresco and Jacen Velvadir Tresco escorted him on either side, and the two of them nearly lost their feet when they entered the Fortress, for the first time realizing how sheerly massive it was.

"Can you hear me, Vylanos?" Tacheon roared. The stained glass adorning the entrance hall rattled with his timbre, and outside a massive migration of all sorts of winged beasts added to the cacophony of echoes in the Fort. The organ music stopped.

All at once, a blinding flash filled the air. Vanessa screamed, but Jacen and Tacheon remained silent. And then all was silent.

----------time passes---------

Tacheon rose and grasped at his head. He felt as though he had died. He reached for Elanore, but she wasn't there. He tried opening his eyes. The hot desert sun scorched his vision, but he managed to discern an object on the ground that turned out to be Elanore. He reached for her, and used her to pull himself up. He stared around, trying to gather his bearings. He appeared to be in a ruins of some sort, but of what he couldn't tell. He picked a direction, and started walking. He would find home, somewhere.'

Allies: None (save for possibly Kartaikian Syriax Stormcloud)

Enemies: Vylanos Dimitrii Black (brother)

Atrionic Manipulation: After five years of research, Tacheon discovered something rather interesting. There is no such thing as nothing. Even at the smallest level, the space between atoms was occupied by something, a four-dimensional sheet of sub-matter known as Atrion. With several more months of practice, he was soon able to manipulate Atrion in such a way as to form anything he wanted as long as he knew the exact structure of it down to the chemical composition. He cannot form anything larger than a car, although what he can make he does with such precision that he could use it for any task it is suited for. One of the products of Atrionic reactions is free energy, so no energy is lost during the reactions. He never gets exhausted.

Normally, the part of the brain that allows Atrionic manipulation is transferred into space for memory mere moments after birth. However, due to special adjustments to the genome thanks to the Gemini project, that part of the brain was never lost. Both he and his brother retain the ability to manipulate Atrion. The part of the brain needed for this delicate process lies in the back of the brain, and if it is disrupted at all the ability to manipulate Atrion is lost, essentially making them a normal person with nothing special about them (ergo, he loses that part of the brain, he's mortal and is killable with ease). Otherwise, and other part of the body, including the brain, regenerates rapidly until they either choose to stop the healing process, or they lose the ability to manipulate Atrion.

This is a very interesting concept you have here. ^_^ Approved. *stamps*

Yay!

I feel complete now.

Not that anyone in particular will read this (save for the LovelyLady, assuming she never unsubscribed), but Tacheon's bio and Atrionic Manipulation have been updated.

Nothing that really requires re-approving, though.