Nox Volpes
Jan 24, 2016 9:48:30 GMT -5
Post by Nox on Jan 24, 2016 9:48:30 GMT -5
(if you think his name sounds like the name of a little kid's OC it's because he named himself when he was little so that's basically what happened, lmao)
Age & Date of Birth: 22 | November 11
Gender: Male
Class: Upper Class
Occupation: Salvager | Assassin
Nox works undercover in the Slums, pretending to be a Salvager to obtain information on Black Market dealings. When he finds a den of criminals, he disposes of them, and takes pleasure in doing so.
Affiliation: Secret Police
Genetic Modifications:
Fox
- Ears: Enhanced hearing.
- Olfactory System: Enhanced sense of smell.
- Tail: It's to......... keep him balanced. Not because it looks cool or anything.
Carbon Fiber Skeleton
Prosthetic Arms
- Left: Obtained while living in the Slums. Very obviously made of metal.
- Right: Indistinguishable from a normal arm in appearance or touch.
- Both grant him strength greater than that of a normal human
Unique Tech: "Catharsis": A custom-made, high-tech crossbow. Equipped with a scope and a laser-sight.
Appearance:
Fair skin. Fox ears/tail. Medium-length hair that he keeps tied back most of the time. Scar running from his left cheek down over his lip.
NUIP located at the base of the skull.
Personality:
Gruff and cold, with a distinct lack of fucks to give. Outwardly he doesn't seem to enjoy much in life, aside from killing criminals in a gruesome fashion; inwardly, he takes great comfort in material things, surrounding himself in finery and cleanliness when he isn't working undercover in the Slums.
Background:
TW: Brief abuse mention, mild violence
He never knew his parents, and was instead taken in as a small child by an unremarkable slum gang. Here he was forced to earn his keep, salvaging outside the walls of Novus and stealing from targets that his "boss" chose for him. Nox hated this life with a bitter passion. He was pushed around by the other children, as he was smaller and weaker than them, and the gang leader was often physically abusive, taking out his anger on Nox and the other children if something went wrong. Nox despised the crime he was forced to participate in, viewing it as lowly- and, ultimately, unfruitful, as he was never allowed to benefit directly from the jobs he completed. Despite his distaste, he never dreamed that things could change until a particular scavenging run to the Ruinous Tundra.
In the Tundra, Nox allegedly witnessed a pack of irradiated wolves heckling a fox over the corpse of a rabbit it had killed. The fox seemed to stand no chance, but being quicker and cleverer than the wolves, it managed to draw the pack away- only to lose them, return to the rabbit, and carry its meal away. Inspired, Nox swore to learn to be like the fox, continuously pushing his physical and mental limits. At the same time, he began to leave a very subtle trail behind his work- not so obvious that any of his simple-minded partners in crime would notice, but enough to eventually attract the attention of the Secret Police. All the while, Nox was careful to hide this activity from his gang, keeping up the facade of being weaker than them, waiting for the perfect moment.
He found that moment when the Secret Police raided his gang's hideout. Chaos ensued, and the gang leader barely had time to pull Nox into the basement safe room. While the leader fretted and cursed, wondering how the SP had caught on, Nox took advantage of the man's surprise and attacked with his scavenging knife. He managed to get one good cut on his leader's stomach before they began grappling for control of the weapon. While both attempting to pry the weapon away, Nox was cut rather deeply down the left side of his face, as well as a few shallower cuts on his left hand/arm. In the struggle, the knife was fumbled once again. Nox seized the weapon, plunging it deep into his leader's chest over and over again. When the man finally fell over, Nox was sure to wrap his fingers tightly around the other's neck, not content to watch him bleed to death. Eventually he was able to strangle the life out of his leader, at about the same time that the SP made their way down to the basement and demanded that the saferoom be unlocked.
Silently, Nox obeyed their instructions; the lead officer burst into the room with a few of his colleagues in tow, taking in the gruesome scene. Nox's willing surrender didn't necessitate his death, and while he was being questioned, Nox admitted to the trail he had left for the SP to find. Impressed, the officer decided to let him go, warning that he ought to stay out of any further illegal activities. Nox was happy to send the men on their way, conveniently "forgetting" to tel them about the stash of credit chips that the gang had hidden.
In trying to make himself stronger, Nox was filled with contempt for the human body, regarding it as weak and inferior to prosthetics. He spent much of the gang's accrued wealth to have a prosthetic arm installed, willing to go through the painful amputation for a step towards greater perfection. Being in the Slums, the arm was very noticeably non-human, but that didn't bother Nox in the slightest. The strength that his new arm provided proved useful in getting a job as a laborer- an occupation that he still detested, but at least it was better than before. At least he was free now.
When he turned 16, he was taken to be tested- and ended up as a member of the Upper Class. Though he still had very little wealth to his name, a number of doors were now opening for him.
Enrolled in the Common Police training, Nox excelled in his classes, using his wages to buy himself the ear and tail modifications that would remind him how he got there. He stayed with the Common Police until he reached 20 years old, at which point he was tracked down by the SP officer that had broken up his gang. Naturally, when the man offered him a position in the Secret Police, Nox accepted. His reward to himself was a second prosthetic arm, though this one was as lifelike as money could buy.
Nox's new life as an undercover Secret Police member has found him back in the Slums. Though he hates that he has to live most of his life there still, only rarely able to visit his new home in the Upper Class society, he minds his work with a grudging acceptance. He makes a very convincing Scavenger, after all; it's what he grew up doing.
[/ul]In the Tundra, Nox allegedly witnessed a pack of irradiated wolves heckling a fox over the corpse of a rabbit it had killed. The fox seemed to stand no chance, but being quicker and cleverer than the wolves, it managed to draw the pack away- only to lose them, return to the rabbit, and carry its meal away. Inspired, Nox swore to learn to be like the fox, continuously pushing his physical and mental limits. At the same time, he began to leave a very subtle trail behind his work- not so obvious that any of his simple-minded partners in crime would notice, but enough to eventually attract the attention of the Secret Police. All the while, Nox was careful to hide this activity from his gang, keeping up the facade of being weaker than them, waiting for the perfect moment.
He found that moment when the Secret Police raided his gang's hideout. Chaos ensued, and the gang leader barely had time to pull Nox into the basement safe room. While the leader fretted and cursed, wondering how the SP had caught on, Nox took advantage of the man's surprise and attacked with his scavenging knife. He managed to get one good cut on his leader's stomach before they began grappling for control of the weapon. While both attempting to pry the weapon away, Nox was cut rather deeply down the left side of his face, as well as a few shallower cuts on his left hand/arm. In the struggle, the knife was fumbled once again. Nox seized the weapon, plunging it deep into his leader's chest over and over again. When the man finally fell over, Nox was sure to wrap his fingers tightly around the other's neck, not content to watch him bleed to death. Eventually he was able to strangle the life out of his leader, at about the same time that the SP made their way down to the basement and demanded that the saferoom be unlocked.
Silently, Nox obeyed their instructions; the lead officer burst into the room with a few of his colleagues in tow, taking in the gruesome scene. Nox's willing surrender didn't necessitate his death, and while he was being questioned, Nox admitted to the trail he had left for the SP to find. Impressed, the officer decided to let him go, warning that he ought to stay out of any further illegal activities. Nox was happy to send the men on their way, conveniently "forgetting" to tel them about the stash of credit chips that the gang had hidden.
In trying to make himself stronger, Nox was filled with contempt for the human body, regarding it as weak and inferior to prosthetics. He spent much of the gang's accrued wealth to have a prosthetic arm installed, willing to go through the painful amputation for a step towards greater perfection. Being in the Slums, the arm was very noticeably non-human, but that didn't bother Nox in the slightest. The strength that his new arm provided proved useful in getting a job as a laborer- an occupation that he still detested, but at least it was better than before. At least he was free now.
When he turned 16, he was taken to be tested- and ended up as a member of the Upper Class. Though he still had very little wealth to his name, a number of doors were now opening for him.
Enrolled in the Common Police training, Nox excelled in his classes, using his wages to buy himself the ear and tail modifications that would remind him how he got there. He stayed with the Common Police until he reached 20 years old, at which point he was tracked down by the SP officer that had broken up his gang. Naturally, when the man offered him a position in the Secret Police, Nox accepted. His reward to himself was a second prosthetic arm, though this one was as lifelike as money could buy.
Nox's new life as an undercover Secret Police member has found him back in the Slums. Though he hates that he has to live most of his life there still, only rarely able to visit his new home in the Upper Class society, he minds his work with a grudging acceptance. He makes a very convincing Scavenger, after all; it's what he grew up doing.