User:Totalwarishere12

"I once met this kid. A short fella he was. But there was something very out of place about him."
Name: The Kid

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 20

Relatives: Father (Status unknown), Mother (Deceased)

Friends: Zie (Close friend, status unknown), Zulf (Close friend, status unknown), Rucks (grandfather figure, status unknown)

Status: Alive

Goal: Find his friends.

Skills/Talents:
 * Unrelenting: Nothing can stop him once he makes up his mind. He is undaunted by whatever stands in his way.
 * Weapon specialist: The Kid has mastered every weapon ever used by Cael or Ura. He is dangerous from both afar and up close and personal.
 * Tracker: Having being a scout for the City Marshalls for many years out in the Wild Unknown, the kid had become a professional tracker. Not many can hide their tracks from him.
 * Survivor: Life had not being easy for him from the very start. But Kid learned to adapt. He learned to build, learned to break. Few can say they survived wandering the Wild Unknown all by themselves and the Calamity.
 * The Old World: Having being born in the Old World, Kid like all the humans who was born there has the power to carry a limited number of things inside a pocket space from which he can recall them back at any time. The recall time depends on the power of the item. Supplies such as food and water takes 1 minute. Weapons range from 5 to 20.

Weaknesses: Stubborn, prefers the company of people he know and trust, weak in unarmed combat (altho he can still hold his ground against a normal human), sometimes doesn't think things through and charges in recklessly not to mention it causes him problems against odds.

Hobbies: Spending time with friends, tinkering with his gear, sleeping

Appearance: 1,58m tall, slightly above average developed body, deep brown eyes, pure white hair, a small bandage on his right cheek

Clothing: Usually a pair of leather boots, black shirt with a metal plate stitched on either side, deep brown pants, right shoulder metal pad and ALWAYS a red scarf and the City Crest on his back .Personality: He is a bit of loner but once he knew a bit about the people with him, he slowly opens up. Helpful to those who needs it. Has a warm and friendly personality. Calm and steady in combat but when in need of hurry, becomes reckless and stubborn. It can cause problems when faced with overwhelming odds.

Equipment:  Because of some unknown cause due to the inter-world travel, all of Kid's guns have stopped working. But that doesn't mean his other weapons are the same.

The list is: Cael Hammer, Fang Repeater, Breaker's Bow, War Machete, Brusher's Pike, Flame Bellows

Early biography: "The past catches up with the Kid. Hardly had a moment's rest since all this started. Fair to say he's lived a hard life, supposin' what he says in his sleep ain't no lie. He never knew his old man, but he had his momma to take care of. Frail thing, with pure white hair like his. Havin' his momma's hair did the Kid no favors when he was growin' up, but he learned to hold his own out there.

''School ain't workin' out, so the Kid signs up for a turn on the Ripplin' Walls. Make his momma some money. Thanks to folks like the Kid, the Walls've kept Caelondia safe from whatever's out there. The elements, the Ura. You name it. Once the Kid done his time, he hurried on home. Turns out his momma's time was done too.''

''The City had nothing for him. The money he'd been sending home was nowhere to be found neither. So what'd the Kid do? Why he went right on back to the Walls for another five years. In the history of Caelondia, no one's ever volunteered for another shift on the Walls. Out there, the Kid learned to fend for himself. Learned to build. Learned to break. In time, the Kid earned good standing with the Marshals. They trusted him to scout out farther than anybody.''

''One night, on one of his expeditions, the ground underneath him cracked, shuddered. And split apart. He saw nothin', where the world used to be. The Calamity happened, just like that. All the Kid had to work with was his hammer, and the clothes on his back. Through twisted streets, he ran. With nothing but the City Crest, and an old stranger's voice to guide him.'' ''Well he finally arrived at Caelondia's vaunted safe haven. He, and no one else. But then? All he got was more thankless work. From a man that ain't even asked his name. Sure I may be the one who dreamt up the Walls and the Bastion, but the Kid made em real. Not me. During two of these works, he found the others. Fair to say they were his first close friends. ''

''I don't know what truly happened when the Bastion was activated, only that when everything was finished, he was gone. ''

''I'd like to say I'd never forget him. What he's doing, or what he's done. I surely would." ''-- Rucks