Sly

[Sly]

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Sly

As my skin turns yellow
I forget this hell
As the skies are bruised
And the rain comes down
As my face turns pale
Try to deal with these thoughts
At the end of it all

Skinnyman
Turned into a monster
I'm a motherfucker
Inside i'm dead
All used up
God damn I miss Me

~Vitals~

~Name: Sly
~Title: N/A
~Nicknames:
~Age: 37
~Gender: Male
~Race: Unknown: Appears to be of Trusken descent
Truskens: Truskens are a subspecies of Human, with a natural resistance to electricity, as their home planet is known for the lightning storms that plague their cities.
~Planet of Origin: Claims to be from Novarum, home planet of the Trusken race
~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Neutral at the moment
~Reputation: Sly wasn't very well known until he was in a match he was supposed to throw in the Mor'dath Arena. Some very influential people wanted him to lose, their prized fighter Yorgi was supposed to become the Champion of the Arena the fight after this one, but Sly didn't comply, and so he was forgotten beneath in the depths of the abandoned Black Cage prison, until he was freed...
~Specialty: N/A
~Former Life: Nothing is known about Sly up until his first match in the Mor'dath Arena, which landed him in the Black Cage. It's been speculated that he was a mercenary, a prince, a soldier, a poet, and even a woman, none of which are true, however.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:

N/A


~Weapons and Equipment:

• A.L.P.H.A. Suit: Designed by Doctor Trynn Jaeger before his death. The suit fuses itself to the spinal cord of the wearer, and spikes body chemical levels to mimic those of a Garthian's "Animargi" form. When the suit is activated, the wearer experiences faster reflexes, increased strength, and is almost impervious to pain. Unfortunately it was only a prototype, and so there is always the chance that the wearer could lose control. Risks involved with using the suit are: Overloading the suit and causing a chemical explosion within the body, going into a blacked out blood frenzy, or simply being drained of all energy. Due to the excess energy from the suit, the palms of the suit start to flare with radiation, which can cause burns and be utilized as a weapon.
  
• 7 Helena Revolvers
  

~Skills:

• Sly is good at keeping secrets. He keeps a cloak of mystery about him, and keeps people at a distance as to not reveal any aspects of his mission.
  
• From what people have seen, he is quite the fighter. In the Mor'Dath arena he proved to be a formidable adversary.
  
• Sly seems to be very resourceful, his time in prison taught him to be a hardened man who doesn't need much to survive, so he is quite alright without all the trimmings of civilization.
  
• He is a crackshot with his revolvers, and with the A.L.P.H.A. suit activated he can fire bullets from his revolvers faster than a machine gun.
  

~Former training: No former training is known, however some have guessed that he was part of a Death Squad in the backwaters of Elou, a mining planet known for mass genocides. It's also been speculated that he was part of a royal guard, a simple soldier, a member of royalty who had formal academy training, and some say he was just a mercenary, or a traitor to some military.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height: 6'1
~Weight: 212 lbs
~Hair Color: Black
~Hair Style: Messy, naturally forming into a sloppy fauxhawk
~Eye Color: Dark brown
~Play-By: Zach Quinto
~Clothing Style: Sly, from those who have caught glimpses of him, have seen him wearing clothes that are quite distinctive to him. He wears a jacket that resembles something Trusken nobility wears. It has a high collar that covers some of the face, and goes down to the waist in the front, the tail of the jacket reaching all the way down to the ground. Under that he wears a simple white long sleeved shirt, military fatigue pants, and black boots.
~Distinguishing Features:

• He has scars from where the suit has latched onto his spine when he wears it
  
• His dark eyes seem to pierce a person's soul
  
• The absurd amount of revolvers holstered all over his body, most people wouldn't need that many, but most people aren't Sly.
  

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Sly is relatively tall, with thick muscles that have seen hard times. His hands are calloused and scarred from his decade in prison, where the only thing he could do was maintain his physique. He has a short beard growing, and his hair is spiked up in tufts naturally. Overall he is a very attractive man, but something about his eyes is unnerving to those who get to look into them.
He wears a strange hybrid outfit, a jacket that is reminiscent of Trusken nobility and military fatigues, as if he had been a noble soldier, but nothing anyone has found out about him points to that sort of background. One man who has tried to trace his origins wrote this in his journal:
"His appearance is that of a mad dog...He is ferocious and dangerous, which is good to keep you safe...But mind yourself not to get bitten"

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:

• Working out
  
• Fresh air
  
• Being in control
  
• The light of day
  
• Smell of candles
  
• A good meal
  
• Strong liquor
  
• Being feared
  
• A piece of ass
  

~Dislikes:

• The dark (Reminds him of prison)
  
• Being in prison
  
• Cages
  
• The weak
  
• Being used
  
• Being underestimated
  
• Silence
  
• People who ask too many questions
  
• Reading
  

~Fears:

• Going back to prison
  
• Never fulfilling his "destiny"
  
• Parasites
  
• Midgets
  

~Weaknesses:

• The A.L.P.H.A. Suit saps his strength and without the suit he loses a large portion of his power
  
• "Tunnel Vision" Sometimes he gets so focused on his goal or desire that he loses sight of all the things around him
  
• Doesn't have too many allies...He likes to remain solo
  
• Arrogant
  

~Strengths:

• Crackshot with his revolvers
  
• The A.L.P.H.A. Suit gives him incredible strength, agility, and resistance to pain
  
• Very resourceful and can manage on his own
  
• Talented fighter
  

~Goals:

• Fulfill his "Destiny"
  
• Get to the bottom of the man who wrote him the letter
  

~Hobbies:

• Sly hasn't had much time for hobbies...He was just recently released from prison
  
• Before being sent to prison his time was used to:
  
• Sharpen knives
  
• Work out
  
• Smoke cigarettes
  
• Get laid
  
• Practice Yoga
  
• Light things on fire
  
• Make candles
  

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Analysis of "Sly": From the research of Nalman Vontoire
From what I have heard, observed, and gathered, the mystery known only as Sly is quite the anti-hero. He refuses help whenever possible, morals seem to be of little consequence to him, and he seems to revel at the thought of inflicting pain on individuals. Other sources have claimed that he is not a madman, that he does not enjoy the process of killing or violence in the way a sadist or masochist would. My colleagues and I have deduced that he is a killer by nature, that it is apart of him, but in no way is it a hobby.

Whatever event happened in his past, we do not know, but it seems to have residual effects on his behavior as he hates having people behind him. He almost never leaves his backside exposed, always having those in his midst in front of him, or turning to make sure that his back is covered by a wall or some other barrier. There are few we could contact that have interacted with him, but those that had have told us that he is incredibly rude, sarcastic, and completely selfish. We have concluded that he is incredibly dangerous and a threat to the Golden Age of Peace. Kill on Sight.

~Rap and History~

~Mother: Unknown
~Father: Confidential Archives Accessed: Known only as "Hate"
~Siblings: Confidential Archives Accessed: Vile--Deceased
~Other relations: It has been observed that he has a mysterious contact, supposedly female, known as "Sister Sin"
~Companions: N/A


~OVERALL HISTORY:
Excerpts From "The Analysis of "Sly"' by Nalman Vontoire

The mysterious person known only as "Sly", has been an obsession of anyone who knows anything about Mor'Dathian politics and the Mor'dath Arena. Nothing was known about this individual prior to hiswin over Yorgi, a Karioxan fighter who was projected to earn the coveted title of "Champion of the Arena". There were rumors that this mysterious "Sly" was supposed to throw the match in order for Yorgi to have an easier time getting to fight the current Champion, but when things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, "Sly" wasn't heard of from the Arena, instead he was locked away in the Black Cage Prison, beneath an almost abandoned city on Novarum.

From there, there are no records of "Sly's" existence until a decade later. My colleagues and I have deduced that perhaps he escaped from the Black Cage Prison, and from the city of Grey Pond. How he did this, however, is still being debated amongst my peers who have taken interested in "Sly". We can find no logical way he could have escaped on his own, but how he would have contracted an accomplice is completely unknown to us. From there, he's been sighted in a variety of places, mostly back alley bars, taverns, and inns. He has frequently been sighted with someone who we know to be referred to as "Sister Sin", and he seems to have made contact with members of the Force, but who is controlling him or taking an interest in him from within the Force is completely unknown to us.

There have been speculations that perhaps this "Sister Sin" is a member of the highly elusive and dangerous terrorist group, The Aengels, but perhaps she is a third party member manipulating him. We cannot be sure. We have attempted to reach any potential relations to him for questioning, but our trail stopped dead with a potential blood-related brother, known only as Vile. He seems to have been murdered, by whom we do not know. Could this be fueling him? My colleagues doubt this, but I cannot rule anything out. I will address the matter further when I have more conclusive evidence. Until then, he has been moved to a target of high priority, as we must find out who Sly is and what he is about.

~Writing Sample~

The cold metal bars bit at his hands, the open blisters on his flesh pressed against the solid columns that kept him imprisoned in darkness. He heaved himself up, relaxed himself back down, and repeated this over and over again. That was his daily routine to keep himself in shape. He would switch to another exercise later on, but for now this was on the agenda. The slop that was thrown into his cell was barely enough to keep his body functioning, but he knew he had to keep willing his body to work or he would give up. He couldn't give up...

He didn't want to die in the pitch black darkness...Alone...

And then.

The door screeched on its hinges, and tipped over. Dust was kicked up in a huge cloud around him, the fall echoing down the seemingly endless corridors of the underground prison. He wasn't sure he wanted to go out there, but something inside told him to, it was as if he couldn't even control himself. He peered out, soon the guards would be coming...What few guards they kept to run the place. He had the urge to look in the corner where a tarp covered a heap of things. He tore the tarp off and saw a neatly written letter. He read it quickly in the dark, and then looked down at the jugs full of gasoline, the letter described. Matches were provided as well...

He grabbed the jugs and poured them down the hallway as he followed the letter's directions out of the labyrinth. He could hear the guards shouting now. As he passed by his cell, he looked at the one next to his...Spectre...He would miss their conversations, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity, that's what the letter had said. This was his only chance, he had to take advantage of it. The guards were quickly gaining on him as he found his way to the stairs. A guard came plodding down the stairs quickly, but unaware of his presence. Sly splashed the guard in the face with the gasoline, causing him to shriek in surprise. He struck a match and tossed it on the guard, pushing him in the process onto the trail of gasoline. The air was filled with the whoosh of the fire and the heat of the inferno that was quickly consuming the lower chambers of the prison. Guards further down the corridor were consumed in the fire as he watched from the stairs, one hand shielding his face from the extreme heat. As he made his way out into the abandoned city of Grey Pond, the words from the letter ignited in his skull like the gasoline trail from below the earth.

You, Sly, will fear nothing...As the night does not fear the coming sun, for it knows that it will return shortly...You shall return...The cages of man could not contain you, for you are the Shatterer of Cages, the Breaker of Men, and you will fulfill your destiny, as your father had tried to achieve, and his father, and his father before him...Your bloodline is too potent to be contained. Show the universe.


Make Them All Burn.

All-Marshal Raum Mammon

[Catalyst Echo]