Clarence 'CLiX' Alexander

Pilot's Name:Clarence ‘CliX’ Alexander

2,000 Monetary Credits

Stats
0 AP
4 Skill Points

-Mental Ability: 1
-Reflexes :3
-Proficiency:

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u][i]Stats[/i][/u]
[color=red]0[/color] [b]AP
[/b][color=blue]4[/color] [b]Skill Points[/b]

[b]-Mental Ability: [/b]1
[b]-Reflexes :[/b]3
[b]-Proficiency:[/b]

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Character Description:

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Physical Description:

Clarence Alexander stands an even six feet tall, the top of which is adorned with a messy mop of blonde hair. He has a rather lithe build, earned through years of Zoid combat and relatively poor diet. His face is made up of wide, vibrantly gold eyes, with a somewhat small, unremarkable nose, and thin lips. He still lacks the ability to grow a proper beard, but can sometimes be spotted sporting a rather shaggy facsimile.
His body is spotted with scars here and there, some earned through sanctioned Zoid combat, but most from his time during and after the war.  


Personality:

Clarence was once known as a boisterous young man, the talkative and slightly arrogant Co-Captain of High Guard. Someone who would joke at any moment, and confident in his abilities both as a pilot and a man. He was friendly, known to have several friends outside of the Guard, and never known to turn away those in need.
In his time during and after the war, Clarence has changed: having gone from a pilot who, for the most part, fought in combat for sport to full blown war was a shock to his core. No longer does he quip needlessly during combat, nor is as reckless to trust those around him. Since the end of the war, he has withdrawn from society, having very little interaction with anyone aside from serious combat.

Back Story:

Clarence was born to a rather wealthy family of CEO’s and politicians, and was subsequently raised to continue in such a line. As a child, he was pressured with grades and sports, urged to be the best in all ways to secure a spot in one of the most prestigious finishing schools on Zi. At the age of eighteen, however, he rebelled against his parents and left, taking naught but the clothes on his back. Hard labor became a daily ritual for the young man as he toiled to save every penny he had to purchase a second-hand Lightning Saix from a local dealer in the small town he had taken up residence in.

Clarence was recruited by High Guardian Captain Sensurigi Tenshigo as a rookie pilot, barely two weeks into owning his own Zoid. Clare would eventually rise through the ranks of the Guard to a position as Co-Captain.
When the attack on Zi expanded into a full-blown war, Clarence answered the call with his fellow High Guardians, but went missing near the end of the final conflict, following the collapse of the ZBC, Clarence was reported as MIA, and thought to be dead. During the aftermath of the battle, however, a tribe of bandits picking through the wreckage found an unconscious Clarence and his unresponsive Saix. At first, they intended to ransom the pilot and Zoid, but following the ZBC collapse, found this option impossible, and opted to part out pilot and Zoid both.

His Lightning Saix was stripped down over the period of a few months, going as far as to remove the stock armor for scrap metal, and while the gang considered harvesting his organs for sale, settled with ripping the core unit of his Organic Psycom System from his body.

Clarence bid his escape on the day a rival bandit group attacked the compound where he was held; a fortunate turn of events led to him escaping his holding cell, and scavenge enough parts to get his Saix functional once more, and escape during the chaos.

Sample RP:

Clarence woke with a start, gulping in cold, wet air into his screaming lungs. His body ached, and was wrought with shivers. He reached a single hand to the back of his neck, gingerly feeling the swollen, weeping scar left behind when the savages that called themselves the Red Corps ripped out the main unit of his Organic Psycom System. A sharp hiss whispered through his gritted teeth as he prodded the infected wound, forcing a bit of pus to ooze from the main cut. Clare lay on the floor awhile longer before gathering enough will to push himself up out of the fetal position, and into an upright position against the wall.

He gazed around at the tiny cell he had occupied for… God, how long HAD he been here? The lack of natural lighting had stolen his sense of time, each day twining endlessly with the next. The cell was composed of a sandy rock, seeming as though somebody simply removed a block sized chunk from the earth and slipped a rusty gate on the open end. The floor was uneven, and in the far corner, water had begun to seep in, saturating the already cold air with enough moisture to give Clarence a nasty cough. However, the source of water was keeping Clarence alive; he was only fed intermittently, a pitiful amount of scraps left over from the Corps dinner, very rarely with a glass of water.

A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled himself to his feet and shuffled to the small pool; the water was clear for the most part, and tasted fresh. His fingertips numbed at the cool touch, but he cupped his hands and brought mouthful after mouthful to his lips, coughing as the chilled liquid quenched his raw throat. Likewise, he gently splashed water on the wound on his neck, gritting his teeth as the water flowed across the sensitive gash.

The jingling of a ring of keys cut through the varied hisses and moans of Clarence’s wound cleaning, and he perked up; generally, they left him alone to rot away in the cell; keys meant either one of two things: food, or scrapping, and seeing as they were still partying off the cash they had scraped up for his OPS, he doubted they were coming for a kidney. The sounds of a raucous party wafted through the unseen door as the guard made his way down, the distant sound of music and shattering glass nearly overwhelmed the echoing footfalls of the guard.

Golden eyes flicked up as the guard came into focus, swaying on his feet and clutching a plate piled high with pizza crust. The guard grinned, his teeth a rotting cacophony of green and brown. Clare was thankful the whiskey on his breath overwhelmed the stench of his poor dental hygiene.
“Hey boy, here’s your cut!”

The mans’ sick laugh echoed through the stone hall, tipping his plate. The crusts tumbled down, some bouncing into the hall itself, while the majority bounced into his cell. Dignity all but forgotten, Clare lunged forward, shoving the chewy crusts in his mouth, nearly gagging himself in an effort to consume as much as possible. The guard slapped his rotund belly, still chuckling as Clarence continued to gorge himself on scraps.

LIGHTNING SAIX
Type: Cheetah

Speed: 20
Agility: 45
Heat Index: 25

Internal Slots: 2
CPU Slots: 2

External Hardpoints: 3 - Body: 3 (chest, each side), Limbs: (none)

Base Armor - Head: 20 / Body: 90 / Legs (x4): 30 / Tail: 20

Specials:

Lightning Beam Cannons
[Energy]
A pair of 100mm beam cannons solid-mounted on the back of the Zoid, capable of firing powerful laser beams in whatever direction the Saix is facing.
70DP

30mm Laser Repeaters
[Energy]
Located on the Saix's forehead are two 30mm laser repeater rifles, each capable of spitting out roughly 4 shots per second. Though not turret-mounted, they fire where the Saix's head faces, and are quite accurate because of that. Like the after-market Sniper Rifle, the Repeaters can be double-shot to count as one feat.
20DP per shot

Hardened Alloy Teeth and Claws
Razor-sharp fangs and rows of equally sharp teeth adorn the Saix's mouth while its paws contain sharp claws of their own.
50DP

Streamline Drafting
If more than one Saix is in the same battle they can use their body design to draft off each other. By continually leaping, the front Zoid can increase its speed and maneuverability, supplementing the damage of its next attack.
+10DP to next attack; increased rate of evasion by 10% per extra Saix

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[quote][b]LIGHTNING SAIX[/b]
[i]Type: Cheetah[/i]

[b]Speed:[/b] [color=#ff9933]20[/color]
Agility: [color=#ff9933]45[/color]
[b]Heat Index:[/b] [color=#ff0000]25[/color]

[b]Internal Slots: [/b]2
[b]CPU Slots:[/b] 2

[b]External Hardpoints:[/b] 3 - Body: 3 (chest, each side), Limbs: (none)

[b]Base Armor[/b] - Head: 20 / Body: 90 / Legs (x4): 30 / Tail: 20

[b]Specials:[/b]

[b]Lightning Beam Cannons[/b]
[color=#33cc99][Energy][/color]
A pair of 100mm beam cannons solid-mounted on the back of the Zoid, capable of firing powerful laser beams in whatever direction the Saix is facing.
[color=#ff0000]70DP[/color]

[b]30mm Laser Repeaters[/b]
[color=#33cc99][Energy][/color]
Located on the Saix's forehead are two 30mm laser repeater rifles, each capable of spitting out roughly 4 shots per second. Though not turret-mounted, they fire where the Saix's head faces, and are quite accurate because of that. Like the after-market Sniper Rifle, the Repeaters can be double-shot to count as one feat.
[color=#ff0000]20DP per shot[/color]

[b]Hardened Alloy Teeth and Claws[/b]
Razor-sharp fangs and rows of equally sharp teeth adorn the Saix's mouth while its paws contain sharp claws of their own.
[color=#ff0000]50DP[/color]

[b]Streamline Drafting[/b]
If more than one Saix is in the same battle they can use their body design to draft off each other. By continually leaping, the front Zoid can increase its speed and maneuverability, supplementing the damage of its next attack.
[color=#ff0000]+10DP to next attack; increased rate of evasion by 10% per extra Saix[/color][/quote]


Team RP:

Group RP:

The Old Guard Dies Hard (Featuring Takeshi)

Battles: