Name: Fall Pierce
Canon or Original: Original
Home Planet: None-Family lived in a spaceship like the way some families live in RVs
Race: Half Human; his mother's side was never recorded
Racial Abilities: Boost in Biotic Abilities
His scent lingered in the hallway. You felt like a bit like a wild dog, finding its prey as you sought him out just by smell. It smelled of vanilla and most would laugh about it, yet that scent haunted you. They said he was wicked and cruel. And all you saw in front of you was a man who possesed both rich and deep kindness, but frightening amounts of anger and cruelty. You stared at him and he stared at you too. Despite his eyes being red and bright, they appeared calm and longing as if they were seeking an answer or a truth. His wild white hair reminded you that of a shaggy main of a lion, it was messy and stuck out in peculiar ways, it was white and his skin was pale. He was both delicate and deadly like that of a flower, the vanilla sunscreen you smelled suggested vulnerability. But his straight gaze with no blinking suggested strength. Like a rose, its velvet petals so easy to break, but its thorns tell you an uglier side of the flower. He wore a blue spandex like suit, that appeared like a formula 1 racer suit so you wondered if he were a racer. Some rumors suggested something else. All though his hair was white, it was nothing like anything you had seen before. All though wild and messy like cotton candy, softy and flexible. It shined and glew in the light like strands of metalic silver. He was handsome, but appeared as if unwilling to talk to you. As you tried to speak, he stopped staring and walked off instead into the shadows of the city. You left baffled just continue to smell the linger of vanilla in the air.Exactly like image
-except the bird mask thing disregard that. He would wear for a helmet an N7 mask with the breather mask, just with the mask and not the top part or helmet or visor.Image 1
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Personality: Fall's personality seems to be a very deeply complex aspect. To most people he appears unfriendly and very business like. He's attached to his job rather than personal relationships with people. He's rarely seen smiling or showing any form of human emotion, appearing more like a very closed book. He could be easily described like a rose. Its petals are delicate, but its thorns are deadly and sharp and are willing to strike. To say he's very business like doesn't mean he won't make friends. He does talk, but usually he's a little to blunt and honest. He's only ever truly loved one person to the point that it drives him insane, every thought of her leaves him broken. He appears at time lost, guilty, and tired, but these are rare moments through his extreme form of control over his own emotions. The two images hyperlinked underneath his appearance share two sides of his deeper personality. The first image where he clings onto the woman, yes that's a woman, you can see how attached he is to her. Clinging on with love and passion, afraid to let go. The second image shares his god complex. The belief that he can be a savior and fix anything and everything. That he can help and save people. He keeps most of these desires in control, however, and keeps a tight locked lid around his emotions. Making him rather tempermental and ill tempered. There is a lot of frustration locked inside of him ready to explode at any point. Some say explode into a psychotic break down, but that's not really for certain. He still wears the sunscreen the only woman he had such strong feelings bought him, a vanilla scented sunscreen. His hobbies include working on bikes, despite the fact that he isn't a tech expert he says just a bike expert. He likes chocolate pudding and likes to paint ironically enough. He dislikes flirty woman and dislikes those who are liars and dishonorable about who they are. He especially dislikes lying, usually one of the very reasons why he tells the honest truth even if its blunt and can harm other's people's feelings. When on the job he kills with cruel precision and doesn't leave much room for mercy, he especially doesn't leave room for mercy when they are dishonorable about who he is. He isn't hard to make friends with, its just simple a matter of accepting the harsher parts of his personality. He'd never harm a child, actually he finds anyone who can justify harming a child a monster. Funny though his very personal views of himself tend to disregard his own existence, he feels sometimes that he is a monster. But for different reasons. He longs to one day forget the pain of loosing the woman he loved and hopefully moving on. If he found those who killed his lover, its most likely that he'd go for revenge killing. He's a emotionally complex person, appearing both closed off and yet the emotions he hides appear to peek out of the cracks of the door he has had closed for so long. Because of his upbringing, he is also surprisingly sophisticated and intelligent. Holding some unique mixtures of culture within in his own complex coded system.
Throw - Throw uses mass effect fields to hurl a target away from the user with damaging force.
Warp - Warp works by creating rapidly shifting mass effect fields that shred a target apart, similar in function to the disruptor torpedoes used by starships.
Singularity- This gravitational power sucks multiple enemies within a radius to a single area, leaving them floating helplessly and vulnerable to attack. It can also attract objects from the environment, such as crates or pieces of furniture; enemies will take damage if they collide with other solid objects in the Singularity
Boost - An outward explosion of gravitation that bends objects such as metal and breaks bones.
Graviton- The weight of gravitation is used to crush enemies. Sometimes the pressure of the gravity makes enemies explode into pieces.
Limitations: Being born albino means his eyes are sensitive to light due to the lack of pigment in his eye. His skin also burns easier, but is protected by his suit. He does have shields, but they are lowered easily because the number of hit points is reduced due to the material his suit is made from. Instead of being made by ceramic, its instead made from an easier to move material that is more like a formula 1 racer suit than a military suit. Made from a form of spandex.
Chosen Weaponry: Pistol, Concealed dagger
Fighting Style: Most of his stragety is to first overwhelm the enemy with biotic abilities which weaken and lower their shields. He then takes them down with quick firing shots with his pistol. He also has a concealed dagger if enemies get to close.
Love is such a funny concept its attached to so many details of life and enjoyment and I wonder if the reason I am the way I am is because I am no longer loved. Well that's a lie. She has forsaken me. Even in my peaceful dreams her dead corspe appears over and over again. I can feel her very soul longing and I long with her soul. As if her lust and passion never slipped away, never died along side with her. I know now my mistake and I know now how to correct. I should have never gotten personal, I should have never allowed myself to fall into the dangerous trap of love and life. Its why now I'm miserable and now I am trying to find some way of fixing, finding a solution to a complicated problem.
She and I were in the Alliance a long time ago. When we were young, what do the young do, but fall in love with one another. I remember she always smelled of rose petals, despite the fact that she always swore she wore nothing scented. Her scent was something I could never forget, nor his voice. Despite her tomboyish looks, there was a woman hidden deep inside. Someone who longed and clenched to the very ideals of being a beautiful woman. Well she was beautiful, beautiful to me. At twenty-two we were arrogant and fools. We fooled ourselves into believing we would be different kind of couple. That we could somehow defeat fate and that we could have a close relationship and still keep our jobs. We were wrong, like so many kids are wrong. We were wrong like so many people before us who were wrong. When she was killed in action, our relationship bubbled and surfaced. It put me in the very hot spot I swore I'd never sit in. They questioned me as if we somehow compromised our jobs because of our relationship. I fought it to be something different. I was angry, but more angry she was dead.
Suspended and grieving I was alone. Alone in a way that I thought I'd never to be. In the Alliance, I had friends and a lover. Not in the Alliance I was alone. I didn't know where my parents were. We stopped seeing each other the moment I announced that I was going to enter the Alliance. When you're a child the world seems so much easier to conceive. No one persecuted you for being sad. Your mother and father were always there. It was easy to be able to cry and someone would be there behind you rubbing your back.
When you're an adult they expect you to have a control of your emotions. You're suppose to become some sort of sociopath feeling nothing and hiding all your emotions within you. Living alone was quite different from when you were a child. I remember as a child I got a lot of slack for my parents. For a long time I knew she wasn't my real mother by blood. But to me she was like a real mother. Her blue skin and her perfect body. My real mother had died during child birth. I guess I was to much of a burden for her. She didn't even get to see me when I opened my eyes. My father was a distraught kind of man. I wondered if he chose the Asari because he wanted something perfect in his life. Something he knew wouldn't break and would stay eternally beautiful. I wonder if my own Asari mother was just his distraction.
I wish at the times that I was reminded of June, that there was my father helping me cope. But no one cared. C Sec didn't want to bother with someone who may or may not have gotten their partner killed, who would have relationships with a business associate. No one else wanted to see me. So I no longer wanted to see them. I'd fix it, fix the problem and make a solution on my own. I'd change the world myself. So I began to study the Merc groups, the criminal under world and those who influenced it. And I began to take them out. I became my own Alliance, my own police. I'd wipe the world of crime over and over again. For June, for everyone else who was miserable and distraught. Maybe this was my distraction. My distraction from the pain that I had held within in my heart. The pain that drove me both insane and yet gave me happiness. I began wanting, even demanding to see June in my dreams. Because at least there I could be happy.
All I have now in my life, in my hands is blood and carnage. And the very destruction of myself.
Other: On the side cart of the Mako is a folded space bike he rides on
He will be joining the crew in the RP and isn't a part of the crew yet
He has a theme songMt Eden Dubstep
- Beautiful Lies
A Picture of what his bike looks like
, it folds at the back. The litle seat locks into the front.