Name:Blaze Barren. Its a alias, but thats all he's known by; even he doesn't remember his real name.
Age:250, give or take
Race:He's of a species that is biologically the exact same as a human, except they have FAR longer lifespans, and they age slower. Call 'em 'Chrono-Humans'.
Alliance:Himself. He doesn't ally with anyone.
Biography: Blaze has had a life, a very odd one. For one thing, he lived on a space station, known to be a massive hub of criminal activities. In fact, it didn't even try to hide its black market, and even though many police forces converged on the area, none were ever able to eradicate the crimes that took place on the station. The only thing stopping anyone from just using a military attack on the place was the fact that it wasn't bad enough to warrant it; the governments figured that so long as the crime was contained, there wasn't any point in obliterating it, and if the police somehow routed them all out, well, good for them. In fact, a few empires have purchased from this black market before, since it did sell many high-grade weapons. Like most children, he turned to crime at a early age to get enough money to survive on the cesspool of a space station, and gained a few weapons working for the various factions of crime lords in the station. This itself was odd, as there weren't many freelancers there, almost everyone worked for one faction or another. The fact was, he was disgusted by the lack of law enforcement on the station. At his first chance(after getting the weaponry to keep him alive while doing so, that is), he went out of working for the crime syndicates, and instead to taking them down. With the weapons at his fingertips and aimed at the very people who supplied them to him, he soon became known to many of the crime lords, and started stealing more of the technology from these criminals and using it to form better weapons and eventually armors to keep himself alive. These armors are nothing compared to what he'd receive at a later date, but he used them since they were the best he'd had by then.
Eventually, he'd received word from a anonymous employer that one of these factions had gotten hold of a prototype super armor, made out of a relatively new compound. They told him they needed the armor back and were willing to pay him top-dollar for its safe return. Intrigued, he said he'd accept, but didn't make any promises about the condition of the armor. They gave him the coordinates, and he headed there. When he got there, he found the place was heavily guarded, but something wasn't right. the uniforms of the guards didn't match those of the syndicate that his employer told him had jacked the armor. Regardless, he went for the area. From what he could tell, these looked more to be soldiers than gang members, and they had the training to match such a claim. Still, he had superior firepower, and quickly made his way inside of the building. Inside, there was even more resistance than expected, and they had better weapons than the guards outside. He fought his way through them, and got to the room where the armor was located. Outside of this room, he heard a loud sound, like a dull thunder, except it didn't stop. He figured that they were reinforcements, and seeing as his own armor had taken a beating, he decided that his employer wouldn't mind if he'd used the armor to actually get out of there. He noticed that the armor and the helmet were separate, and when he tried lifting the helmet, he found that he couldn't lift it. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the armor and helmet had left dents in the metal they were placed on as well, as though they'd been gradually crushing the metal. In fact, thats just what'd been happening. He went to the armor, leaving the helmet(not that he could've moved it anyhow), and went into it, as the back seemed to be open and the suit hunched over. As soon as he got inside it, it mechanically formed around his body, locking together at around the area of his spine, any loose parts sealing together and going around his body. After that, it pressed onto his skin, reading his bio-levels and confirming that he wasn't injured. He found that as he was wearing it, it didn't seem hard to use at all, as the suit was moving in accordance to himself, and so he got up easily. He went to the helmet, and was able to pick it up without trouble. He put it on his head, and the suit connected with the helmet, locking it as well. Instantly it came online, giving him his readings and identifying the surrounding objects. To anyone looking upon him, the eyes of the helm had lit up the color crimson, and he found that among the data on his environment, it seemed to be updating him with how to use the abilities of the armor, and its overall augments on his own abilities.
It turned out to be a good choice to put it on. What he'd thought was mere reinforcements wasn't infantry; they guards had brought out what seemed to be Hovertanks out into the main room of the building, and as soon as they saw him, they opened fire. So did he, literally. The suit's right arm had a built-in flamethrower, so he tried using that against the gunners, incinerating them alive. The tank shells were strong, and knocked him back, but the armor was strong, and he hardly felt it, and so he ran up to the tanks, and literally tore them apart. He pulled the armor off of them, and using the other arm's electrical power, he smashed the power generators, frying the systems of the tanks. Soon enough, they were just dismantled heaps of metal.
After all that was taken care of, he made his way to the rendezvous point with his employers...Whom he found to have actually been the gang all along. They told him to get out of the suit, or to die. He responded about his pay. The obvious leader said,"What pay could be greater than your life?" What they didn't know, of course, was the abilities of the armor. He decided to keep it, and pummeled the $*%& out of the criminals, and has worn it ever since. Its still one of a kind, as that faction never got their armor back, and so He is currently the only person to wear it.
More recently, he has left that space station, usually getting around by commandeering other spaceships, and has taken many contracts in his time. Since he maintains his armor, he's gotten a good understanding of how it works, and so he knows a bit of engineering. Sometimes, in fact, he makes his own weapons. He's been meaning to augment the armor, and add weapons directly to it, but hasn't gotten to it yet. Currently, his first priority is to find a permanent base.
Weapons:His armor has a few built in, such as a electrical charge able to run through his armor's left arm for electrical punches, and a flamethrower in his armor's right arm, as well as the armor itself; if a punch ever connects, you can kiss your bones goodbye.
*still working on the others, though...If I make more, he'll automatically have them.
Equipment:His Hunter-Class armor, as well as anything else I decide to make for him.
Magic Level:0
Appearance:
He always wears his armor, and a trench coat above that. Nobody knows what he looks like underneath his armor, as he never takes it off unless he is COMPLETELY sure that nobody else is there.
Well, I've been working on it for a few days, but I've yet to get a biography into my head. Posting just so I'll be able to work on it off the computer, so Incomplete...For now.
((Edited the title to show that the request is currently a Work in Progress. -Nisorin))
