Post by YolkaEd on May 31, 2013 18:31:14 GMT -5
Name(s):
Lobo
Nicknames:
The Main Man, Master Frag
Age:
Unknown
Species:
Czarnian
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Himself
Residence:
Space
Occupation:
Ass-kickin' bounty hunter
Abilities:
Being of a different world, Lobo possesses strength beyond the capabilities of normal men, possibly even rivalling the Blur himself in terms of sheer physical force. He's also adept with a number of weapons; both firearms and close-range weapons are at his disposal, with his titanium alloy chain with a gutting hook on the end being his most favored weapon, kept wrapped around his right wrist. Explosives and firearms are generally also kept on his person; the bigger and more ridiculous, the better.
In addition to those skills, Lobo possesses a heightened sense of smell he uses for his bounty hunting missions, the capability of breathing in space, knowledge of countless alien languages, and a mind beyond human capabilities when it comes to coming up with tools of destruction. He also possesses an accelerated healing factor, advanced to the point of bordering on immortality, and also canceling out the effects of aging and disease. He also owns his own custom-made motorcycle, the Space Hog, which can, as the name implies, fly through space.
Weaknesses:
While certainly not made out of tissue paper, his own durability isn't completely impervious. He can still feel pain from bullet wounds, cutting weapons or powerful punches, and even though he has a healing factor that can regenerate any kind of injury, he isn't immune to being incapacitated from taking too much damage. In addition, the healing factor isn't instantaneous, and the more damage he takes, the longer it would take for him to completely heal himself. Also, even if he knows more about causing destruction than any other being on the planet, he's not too knowledgable about other things like proper etiquette.
Personality:
A hedonistic butcher by nature, Lobo lives by his own rules; "The Law of the Main Man". The kind of man who enjoys the carnal and visceral pleasures of living, Lobo prefers to live on the edge, with dangerous missions, dangerous women and dangerous slaughter. He has his own code of honor, but a dubious code to be sure; if he's hired to collect a bounty, then that bounty's gonna be hunted down no matter what happens to himself or anything surrounding him. And really, what happens on the way to his bounty is what he looks forward to the most.
Likes:
Violence, women, bounty hunting, motorcycling, space dolphins
Dislikes:
Do-gooder heroes, low fees, fishermen
Appearance:
Bio:
Part of the peaceful, noble Czarnian race, Lobo lived a life of peace and idyllic serenity, with nothing looking like it could possibly threaten the calming surroundings of his home planet... so, on a complete and utter whim, for no real reason other than for the hell of it, he decided to slaughter his entire race.
And that's just what he did.
With his entire race slaughtered within a week by a plot he brewed up in his home, he could proclaim himself "The Last Czarnian" with a clear conscience, caring not for the destruction of his people, as he rode off to start a career for himself. Where would he end up? Probably somewhere he could cause some serious mayhem!
Lobo
Nicknames:
The Main Man, Master Frag
Age:
Unknown
Species:
Czarnian
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Himself
Residence:
Space
Occupation:
Ass-kickin' bounty hunter
Abilities:
Being of a different world, Lobo possesses strength beyond the capabilities of normal men, possibly even rivalling the Blur himself in terms of sheer physical force. He's also adept with a number of weapons; both firearms and close-range weapons are at his disposal, with his titanium alloy chain with a gutting hook on the end being his most favored weapon, kept wrapped around his right wrist. Explosives and firearms are generally also kept on his person; the bigger and more ridiculous, the better.
In addition to those skills, Lobo possesses a heightened sense of smell he uses for his bounty hunting missions, the capability of breathing in space, knowledge of countless alien languages, and a mind beyond human capabilities when it comes to coming up with tools of destruction. He also possesses an accelerated healing factor, advanced to the point of bordering on immortality, and also canceling out the effects of aging and disease. He also owns his own custom-made motorcycle, the Space Hog, which can, as the name implies, fly through space.
Weaknesses:
While certainly not made out of tissue paper, his own durability isn't completely impervious. He can still feel pain from bullet wounds, cutting weapons or powerful punches, and even though he has a healing factor that can regenerate any kind of injury, he isn't immune to being incapacitated from taking too much damage. In addition, the healing factor isn't instantaneous, and the more damage he takes, the longer it would take for him to completely heal himself. Also, even if he knows more about causing destruction than any other being on the planet, he's not too knowledgable about other things like proper etiquette.
Personality:
A hedonistic butcher by nature, Lobo lives by his own rules; "The Law of the Main Man". The kind of man who enjoys the carnal and visceral pleasures of living, Lobo prefers to live on the edge, with dangerous missions, dangerous women and dangerous slaughter. He has his own code of honor, but a dubious code to be sure; if he's hired to collect a bounty, then that bounty's gonna be hunted down no matter what happens to himself or anything surrounding him. And really, what happens on the way to his bounty is what he looks forward to the most.
Likes:
Violence, women, bounty hunting, motorcycling, space dolphins
Dislikes:
Do-gooder heroes, low fees, fishermen
Appearance:
Bio:
Part of the peaceful, noble Czarnian race, Lobo lived a life of peace and idyllic serenity, with nothing looking like it could possibly threaten the calming surroundings of his home planet... so, on a complete and utter whim, for no real reason other than for the hell of it, he decided to slaughter his entire race.
And that's just what he did.
With his entire race slaughtered within a week by a plot he brewed up in his home, he could proclaim himself "The Last Czarnian" with a clear conscience, caring not for the destruction of his people, as he rode off to start a career for himself. Where would he end up? Probably somewhere he could cause some serious mayhem!