Post by orn on Jul 4, 2011 1:39:20 GMT -5
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Orn Cress
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
~Vitals~
~Name: Orn Cress
~Title:
~Nicknames: Number 1, Ornie
~Age: 32
~Gender: Male
~Race: Belixian - a Unique race that only a select few are capable of certain powers that are able to take and assimilate other genetic coding within themselves. Known as the mimic race, they are a rare and hard to find breed of humanoids. Due to their ability to adapt their genetic coding to any race necessary they are very keen in using various powers.
~Planet of Origin: Theodrax
~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Neutral
~Reputation: The leader of the largest crime syndicate in the known universe, he is known to be just but decisive. He can be cruel when needed and kind when required, also he is one of the youngest of the leaders, but he demands respect and it is well earned. It is also said that he had killed his own father for the title of the Leader of the Fennir.
~Specialty:
~Former Life: The only son of the notorious crime boss Orion Cress, he was raised without much indulgence of the high life. He was raised properly by his mother to become a successful business man. Now he is has taken over his fathers throne and has become the leader of the largest criminal organizations.
~In Combat~
~POWERS:
Genetic Infusion: A rare trait even for the people of the Belixian race. This particular ability enables the person to absorb and assimilate a certain genetic coding from another being, even if the being is not humanoid. The genetic code that is taken usually pertains to a certain trait or ability that the race has and changes the persons body accordingly to adjust to the new trait or ability. This is the main reason that there are a wide variety of appearances for the Belixian race. To ‘absorb’ the genetic coding however, the person must ingest the brain or spinal fluid of the intended race. Ingesting the gene rich substance will enable the person to have a chance of absorbing the power, although it is not a full guarantee of the person gaining that certain power or ability.
Shield:: A stolen power that enables the user to create a type of force field just underneath the skin. It is able to block any attack once before it shatters, leaving that certain area open and vulnerable. The size of the hole in the field depends how big of an impact it was. For example a large downward slash my shatter the entire field while a bullet hole will only create a hole with a foot radius. The shattered voids in the field can be regenerated by it takes a little more than two weeks for it to regenerate. The entire shield will need to be cast off for the new one to be created, causing a time of vulnerability.
6th Sense:: Another stolen trait, this ability enables Orn to use a sort of telepathic ability. But instead of reading ones thoughts he can sense their emotions and feelings, such as nervousness, happiness, guilt, sadness and the like. He uses this ability quite often and finds it very useful in questioning the loyalties of his men.
Mind Damp: A stolen ability that enables the users mind to be shrouded in a cloud of psychic energy, nullifying all mental attacks from the outside. The ability is tied into his stress level and as thus if he is on edge the mind dampener is raised to 100% and when he relaxes the ability will lower to a 10% to conserve energy. Even when at a full 100% it is not a guarantee that it will block all mental attacks but it will certainly make it harder for people to enter his mind.
~Weapons and Equipment:
Alpha Fennir Ring: The special ring that is given to the 10 members of the Fennir pack criminal organization. The ring can be used as a communication device between the leaders but not in voice of visual wise. It will blink or vibrate every time they are required to attend a meeting, and is usually worn at all times, although they really don’t have a choice. The ring itself is special due to the fact that it will fuse to the flesh of any person that wears it, and the only way to take it off is for the flesh around it to die and decay. There are 10 rings in all, and each are usually worn on the hands although there are a few exception. In those cases the user has to sacrifice a drop of blood to the ring to tie their life to the ring.
Carbon Fiber Thelium Bladed-Knuckles: A highly light and durable compound that has been crafted into a pair of knuckles. They have a unique ability to regenerate any pieces that are broken off during combat. The blade runs along the knuckle line and is serrated for maximum damage to any fleshly or leathery surface it encounters. The downfall is the fact that it is obviously less effective to damage the surface.
~Skills:
Leadership: Orn excels at leading his organization fairly well, and due to his education in business management he is remarkable in his capabilities to maintain the loyalties of his men. Although most of the other leaders of the Fennir pack runs their own groups and syndicates, they all bend to his will. Orn has proven himself to be able to lead the entire Fennir syndicate much like his father.
Su-Yin-Ku Martial Arts: A hand to hand style of martial arts that was developed in ancient times. The style revolves around balance, agility, strength, and accuracy, much like all other arts, and Orn has become a powerful fighter in a fist fight, which is useful on his part due to maintaining certain qualities of his men. He can hold his own in a bar fight or even a street brawl, but unfortunately most people bring a gun to a knife fight.
~Former training: A graduate student of the Theodrax University of Business, Orn has learned all he needed to know about maintaining and managing a large corporation. Not to mention he also was part of the martial arts club in the university, and thus the reason he has gained the skills of a fighter.
~A Face to Fear~
~Height:5’3”
~Weight: 136lbs
~Hair Color: Brown
~Hair Style: Short and usually slicked back with gel, or left to fall down to frame his face.
~Eye Color: Aquamarine Blue
~Play-By: Vincent Kartheiser
~Clothing Style: usually sporting the highest fashion in brand name suits, Orn likes to make himself look distinguished, even for his young age. Neatly pressed and organized, he always wears a blazer jacket and a dress shirt underneath. When not in a suit he still makes himself look good by means of form fitting jeans with a T-shirt and a jacket.
~Distinguishing Features: The Fennir ring is permanently fused to his right thumb.
~OVERALL APPEARANCE:
A young man with nice short brown hair and a cute baby face, no one would think that he is the head leader of the most powerful crime organization known as Fennir. But once people look deep into his piercing blue eyes and his sly, confident smile they wouldn’t think twice when confronted with the truth. His face isn’t marred with any defect or scar as he keeps himself look distinguished and in control. A bit shorter than most men, he doesn’t let that become a disadvantage. He is intimidating by other means other than shear size, and his confident mannerism and his athletic frame is more than enough to cause any cheater in a casino shiver.
~Beneath the Exterior~
~Likes:
Women
Control
Loyalty
A good conversation
Open people
Truth
Information
Nice suits
~Dislikes:
Lies
Betrayal and Traitors
People who waste his time
Chaos
Homosexuals
Guns
~Fears:
Losing Control of Fennir
Worms
Incarceration
Going too Far
Becoming like the Force
~Weaknesses:
Arrogant
Trusting
Family
Freedom
Hardheaded
Fights close ranged
~Strengths:
Manipulative
Has Resources
Cunning
Decisive
Confident
~Goals:
To maintain control of Fennir
To not get arrested by the Force
To create an justified order of freedom
~Hobbies:
Playing Piano
Eating fine food with his mother
Torturing traitors
Overseeing his Casinos
~OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Words that best describe Orn would be ruthless, confident, sly, manipulative and just. He is the type of person that would tell you to go to hell and you would look forward to the trip. Every time he speaks there always seem to be a hidden meaning underneath his words, and his sly smile and piercing, formidable eyes don’t help that fact either. Orn has power and he knows it, he is able to lead his men without a second thought, and with his natural born ability to maintain the loyalty of his men he has learned to reward loyalty and severely punish betrayal.
In his mind, betrayal is the greatest sin that anyone could commit, and to break his trust is one big no no. Its mostly due to this that he controls the majority of the Fennir leaders, due to the main fact that he doesn’t kill anyone unless they deserve it, although that is a twist on words. To Orn death is a mercy and not a punishment, so to answer to the sin of betrayal, he will torture and torment the individual through a living hell, and if they die he would simply revive them and repeat the process. Most of his tortures are utilized for maximum pain and little lethality. After Orn has decided that the individual has suffered enough for his crimes will he then end his life.
Although Orn is a criminal lord, he looks after the small people in his territory and protects them from petty crime. Most people appreciate his guardianship and some don’t, but either way in his philosophy ‘the farmers need to live for the nobles to dine’. Without the working class being protected, they can’t make the money for him. He will ruthlessly protect those in his territory unless they become unruly.
He treasures loyalty and information, and although he has a vast amount of resources at his disposal he will only share his wealth with those he dubs worthy. Usually he won’t ask for cash or money, he would simply smile and tell them that they can pay him back later.
Debt is a great tool…
~Rap and History~
~Mother: Selviana Cress
~Father: Orion Cress
~Siblings: Selina Cress (Younger Sister)
~Other relations:
2nd Fennir: Komatsu Sobura
3rd Fennir: Sabel Lexx
4th Fennir: Yvokavich Lustardi (The Sweet Russian)
5th Fennir: Kelsita Marcos (Mouse)
6th Fennir: Ame LaMore
7th Fennir: Alistar Tazzelle
8th Fennir: Requia Sorin
9th Fennir: Sui Ya Jiang
10th Fennir: Velt Soakr
~Companions: A small band of body guards with various traits and abilities.
~OVERALL HISTORY:
Father won’t be coming home tonight.
That was the words he would hear out of his mothers mouth every single night. He had to admit when he was younger he couldn’t quite remember what his father’s face looked like. A light chestnut brown mustache with a charming smile, deep and loving brown eyes that were always looking down on him, but no there was nothing, just a faded image of a face, a blur, a shadow where his father’s face would be. No matter, his mother has always told him his father would be home the next day.
Orn could remember asking his mother on what his father did for a living, but she always smiled down at him, placed a tender hand onto his cheek and kissed him on the forehead before telling him in her sweet loving voice, “He’s a business man dear,”
Orn grew up believing that.
As he graduated from his primary schooling, he quickly enrolled into a business academy, much to his mothers pleasure. There he learned the fine art of micromanaging and financial management, as well as business planning and marketing. He learned how to create and maintain a business and to make it profitable, also he learned vital leadership and accounting skills. But it was during this time in university that things had become complicated.
With some of his friends he had joined the local martial arts club, and he had physically trained himself to be a good fighter. His friends always had told him that it was a good idea to learn how to defend oneself especially in these days. The crime rate of the planet was starting to rise, small petty thefts, muggings, and even rapes were starting to become a common occurrences. Most people were starting to be afraid to go out onto the streets, and with that the economy began to plummet. With the economy dropping, the crime rose, and the economy dropped some more. The world was starting to spiral down into a depression, and people found it hard to make a living and keep their lives in the process.
But what Orn noticed that his family was still well off, his father’s business was not affected by the bust of the economy at all. He and his family were still fed fully and rested securely, at first he didn’t pay it too much concern but as the months rolled by it began to nag at him in the back of his mind.
It was during this time that one of his friends in university had been killed in a street mugging, he was shot and left to suffer as he bled to death. The authorities were completely useless and this was the growing problem. It was then that Orn had decided to go see his father, the business man.
The building where his father worked was large and vast, and as he entered the entrance way was decorated with ivory and precious stones, the elevators were majestically built and kept to appear as if built out of gold, and to Orn it might as well been. The luxury that was put into this building was annoying to say the least. But what pissed him off was the office.
Fine hardwood and lavished crystal decorated the office, antique statues and monuments adorned the marble walls and to top it all off a elegantly carved desk sat in front of a large window overlooking the city below, and there sat his father. With hair nicely trimmed and combed, his father spun around slowly in his large leather chair and raised an eyebrow as he peered over his desk to his son. A gun was keenly placed at his armrest and a ring was fastened to his right thumb. Behind him on the window was several images of a few characters that Orn could recognize as crime bosses.
It was then that Orn had realized what kind of ‘business’ that his father ran, a business that fed off the poor, leeching them dry of all goods and leaving them to rot. His father finally explained what he was and what he had been doing since he was born, he was the a criminal lord. But that was something that was an advantage to Orn, as a sly smile started to creep across his lips. His father had explained to him that with the cash flow in the city drying up he was at a loss on what to do, but Orn was quick to come up with a solution in his mind.
Boldly he asked his father for a bit of funds to start up project that would rejuvenate the populace and increase the cash flow. And although his father was first skeptical, he eventually agreed. Quickly he used a bit of the funds to hire the local police forces and began to strictly enforce the streets of the local city, severely punishing those that attempted to break the law, of course those in exceptions were his father’s men. With the lower goons off the street and into his hands he gave them a proposal of working for him or death. Of course most of them chose to join, and as for the others they were given their just deserts.
Orn used his police force and his hired goons to enforce his word onto the streets even more, and as such offered protection to those that were willing to pay a small fine for, a fine that was accepted by many. Although it wasn’t a large fine, just the sheer number of people that accepted brought more than enough income for Orn. The people were able to return to work and businesses has started to pick up, again he protected those businesses and they offered him with a bit of their profits. He didn’t take too much from their profits, since he wanted the economy to boost back up.
Using his now growing army he approached the local government with a proposal of an agreement. He would help them extinguish the lowlife crime in the city and in return they would pay him a small fine, and again they agreed. Soon one city became two, and that became four. In a matter of a couple years the entire planet’s criminal system was mostly under the control of Orn, the only exception being of course his Father’s petty gang.
By now Orn was in control of the planet, and has lowered his fine even more due to the fact that he had opened several casinos and businesses to bring in more income. But the this wasn’t enough for him, the criminals that were still out there were still causing problems for the locals, the workers of the mighty nest. He needed to take control of everything if he was going to complete the system.
Once again Orn found himself in front of his father, and his father was too busy blabbing about how he had made the world a prosperous place again, and the fact that he was making more money than ever. As he blabed his mouth he failed to see the gun that Orn had pulled out from his jacket pocket. Orn didn’t think twice before pulling the trigger.
His fathers guards rushed into the office, only to see the former leader of the Fennir dead on the ground. A bullet hole burned between his bewildered eyes, and Orn sitting in his fathers chair with his hands held together before him, a slick sly smile creasing his lips.
“I am the New Leader of Fennir…”
~Writing Sample~
The street lights flickered and danced across the dark glass of the limousine, the night life in the city was so vibrant and so full of life, it was enough to give the new leader of the Fennir pack shivers. But tonight wasn’t a night to relish in the festivities of the town, no today was business like usual. Orn rested his chin in his palm as he stared out the window and watched as the common working class enjoyed their freedom, a freedom from oppression and from fear of someone lurking in the corner of the alleyway. Yes this was a city that was controlled by him, and he wasn’t restricted by the laws that governed all, only the top men of the government knew who really pulled the strings. But Orn left the government issues to the government, he wanted to make sure that people knew that they were safe, unless of course, they did something to cross him.
Some call him a vigilante, some call him a monster, but either case he was still Orn. A young man that controlled the largest criminal organization known to man. And it was this control he needed to have in order to keep things running smoothly.
With a sigh he felt the car stop in front of a night club, ‘Never Ever’ was the name, all lit up and bright colors and glittering lights. The sound of the thumping music from inside resounded in the ground, sending small vibrations through Orn’s nicely polished shoes. Standing up fully from his vehicle he glanced around and straightened his jacket before walking into the small establishment, followed by a small entourage of men behind him.
The music was louder inside, the booming base and the high pitch music was loud enough that Orn could barely hear himself think. He could feel a slight headache coming on but he pushed it to the side as he made his way through the dancing crowd to a small door on the other side, which was guarded by a rather large man. Orn stepped up to him but the guard still didn’t move, instead he gritted his teeth as he started down at the young man before him.
Orn sighed as he snapped his fingers and glanced over his shoulder just as one of his men quickly pulled out a weapon and ended the silly guards life. It really wasn’t the guards fault, he was just doing his job, and probably as a foreigner that didn’t even know him at all. And that is the reason he decided to end his life quickly. The owner of this small establishment however, that was a different story.
