Oron Kyas: character sheet

Name: Oron Kyas
Age: 22
Concept:Quiet fighter
Virtue: Temperance
Vice: Wrath
Defense: 2
Health: 7
Initiative: 5
Morality: 7
Size: 5
Willpower: 6

Mental:
Intelligence 1
Wits 4
Resolve 3

Physical:
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Stamina 2

Social:
Presence 2
Manipulation 1
Composer 3


Physical:
Weaponry 5
Firearms 3~Revolvers, Hvy.
Athletics 2

Mental:
Crafts 5
Medicine 2~first aid
Computer 1

Social:
Animal ken 2
Empathy 2~Body language
Persuasion 2
Street wise 3

Improvised weapon master
Ambidextrous 3
Quick draw 1
Resources 2
Contacts: black market 1

Year changes are based on his age
Year 0: age 18
After the four years of high school Oron has found himself working in a near run down gas station from his apartment lacking the proper funds to go on to collage untill he is 25. This gas station was used quite often for criminals, dig-dug dealers, and the common gangs (the territory was faught over quite often). Within the first few weeks two gangs decided to have a brawl while Oron worked his shift, the first fight was bloody in Oron's eyes, but he successfully kept himself alive from using destroid pieces of equipment or lost weaponry, ranging from a lead pipe to a sawed off shotgun. About a month later, of the continued brawls, Oron had taken a few of the wrecked scraps as momentos, but eventually taught himself to make the scrap metal into things such as a several metal sharp teethed machete, a scrap metal crossbow that launched any random scrap that could fit in its slot, and some scrapped together armour. When he got to the point of fixing up the station and being able to chase off crimminals to bring in buisness, he was already 19.

Year 1: age 19
The gas station may have boomed after Oron fixed it up, but he could not reap the rewards for the company feared what he could do (and did) to anyone else in the workplace. With the favor of crafting his own items, for his needs, he took up a job at one of the junk yards in the slummest part of a city. The junkyard had been walled in for many years to keep out any scrap hunter or hobos from making a living and taking buisness, even though it did not work out 100% successfully. Oron tried many methods of improving the walls and many of the other junkyard workers had criticized his ideas. During his first Christmas alone from all of those he knew, Oron volunteered his service in the junkyard doing what he intended: To fix the walls and make sure no more unwanted guests could pop in. As afternoon struck a group of the junkyard workers who hated Oron's idea of fixing the walls came to further insult the ideas, they never returned from enetering the area Oron had worked. Within weeks a few of the workers persisted Oron to tell them where the other workers had gone too, he payed no heed to answer or say a single word and quietly went about his buisness. Time to time more workers had disappeared within the junkyard, all of which not liking Oron's idea of trying to fix the place up and trying to make him do his job. After the six hard months of the disappearing workers, Oron got fired from the junkyard for not doing his work and suspect for the vanishing co-workers, it was his birthday.

Year 2: age 20
Jobless, suspected for killing innocent people, a near master in making what he could wish given the time, and knowing his own hidden wrath, Oron pushed on making his way to being able to find a metal works complex that needed a position filled. During the full year Oron had begun making deals with criminals and other black market salemen. He was provided with the means to make firearms such as a AA12, bolt action sniper rifles, or anything else the customer wished all in a abandoned garage near the place of where the black market was. He had to suppress some "market riots" with his own deals to the salesmen which resulted in over a thousand deaths within that small market complex. Eventually Oron turned to "mobile marketing" because of how frequent the riots had sprung over something really stupid or someone intending to kill him. The time it took him to make a fully custom made vehicle, that acted like a RV-APC, was half way to his birthday because of going between the riots, and his deals to customers. Once it was built Oron had been responsible, or partly, for the increased criminal activity and increased death rates and decided to flee from the city. after the first day he heard on the radio the entire black market, in the city he was just in, was busted by cops, the SWAT, and any other law enforcer to arrest and eventually had to use Captial Punishment to make sure the market never reforms. Being mobile reaped Oron many more rewards and a nickname: the phantom forge. This was only known to the criminal organizations and many felt as being a threat. Once actions begun to remove the "phantom" Oron was 21.

Year 3: age 21
On a deal ment to meet in the middle of nowhere in a abandoned farm, Oron stood infront of three thugs with other old unused items in his pockets presenting a few AA12's and L.A.W's for their own means of destruction. All the weapons were empty and both sides aggreed to be unarmed of any firearms and any melee weaponry, that did not ring true to the thugs for they had revolvers. It took only one thug to look over the weaponry for Oron to discover they were holding revolvers in their pockets and so Oron took three chains and tired them together quickly and queitly with them not watching and form a three rope tied chain lasso. With this weapon he quietly got the chains around their necks by re-tieing the chain end to the rope all the while talking to make them ignore anything that had changed on their clothing, and stood back giving a hard yank. With the sudden feeling of liking the simple but deadly weapon he persued to make more like them for himself, and of what became of the three thugs he had killed, Oron chained their body parts up on the abandoned farm that spelled out F-O-O-L-S. He had to kill a few other thugs with a heavy revolver he looted from the leader thug that was checking the weapons. With both weapons feeling right to his needs he began experimenting with those types of weapons specificly. with the remaining time he had in the buisness of the black market he had reaped and spent most of the money he used to make weapons for himself and others. Oron ended his buisness with the criminals and any other dealers after the incident in the barn. The authorities dismissed the case of the coined "bloody fools" case on his birthday when he became 22.

Year 4: age 22: past months to current day
Moving around and losing his title as "the phantom forge" Oron seeked again for the metal works job and found it. He worked for one of the top millitary manufactures of their weaponry. It was odd, to Oron, the millitary never asked for his background or any information because all he did was present some of the weaponry he had made to the millitary and was offered the job on the spot. Oron was well paid and well regarded by the soldiers and his co-workers for his percise weapon crafting. Oron had hit his happiest point of his life being helpful to his country for doing what he loves and even when time called to defend himself he was surly prepaired for such events to happen. However the place where he had to go to and from was deep in a area where criminals were suspected to hit supply trucks to steal materials and he had to defend himself and the equipment with his own fighting style of chains and heavy revolvers, even had to operate some other types of weaponry being dilivered. After getting used to the job, settling in a place (or to park) to live in, and showing his skills, and offically making his offical records, a month had passed. it was about a third into the second month when Oron recived a letter from one of his co-workers that his old firend, Jimmy Zelman, had died. Oron had to use all of his vacation days to make the trip and to be sure he could return back, although he does not know what is in store for him once he arrives at the funeral.