Tarkan, the Lost EngineerName: Tarkannen Meinos Serevi
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Orientation: Straight
Appearance:
Canon or non-canonical: Non-canon
Side: Balance
Game you came from/most prefer for your character: Final Fantasy XII
Home World: Ivalice, Kingdom of Dalmasca
Home Town: Rabanastre
NOTE: This is information on where he came from. He's obviously somewhere else now..
Class: Engineer
Fighting Style: Gunslinger/Gadgeteer
Weapon(s) Preference:
Bolt DriverWeapon type: Cannon Spear
Ability - Drill Shot: By using the powerful magnetic engine within Bolt Driver, the spearhead can be shot out at the enemy. This can be very damaging from impact alone, but leaves him with a metal staff, until he can replace the spearhead. Because of this, he usually carries three or more spearheads, and one hardened drill bit. By fitting a hardened drill bit to the end of Bolt Driver instead of a spearhead, he can achieve much greater damage, though the resulting missile is slower.
AC-22X WyvernWeapon type: Mini Crossbow
Shooting 3-inch darts at a frightening rate, it can shoot 18 such darts before needing to reload. It is gas operated, so it needs to be refueled every 120 shots.
Ability - Disruptor Dart: By hand-loading and firing a special dart with a tiny amount of electrical mana, a shot can be fired which causes additional electric elemental damage, as well as a chance of either paralyzing the target for a short time. Unlike the standard dart, which he carries hundreds of, he only carries 15 of these, for safety's sake.
Ability - Explosive Dart: Like the Disruptor, a special dart is hand-loaded into the Wyvern, which explodes on impact, causing fire and concussive damage, as well as a chance of slowing the target for a short time. At any one time, he has only five of these highly dangerous darts.
Theme Song:
Monolith by AffinityPersonality: Ever the working man, he tends to speak to the machines he services more than to people. When he does deign to speak to a living being, he does so in gruff, dry tones. This is no cover, no shield. The horrors committed by both those who worship Chaos, and those who claim to fight for the Cosmos, heavily on his soul. But it was the atrocities done by those with evil in their hearts in the wake of the destruction, that truly turned him away from those who call themselves 'civilized' and 'righteous', or indeed, 'people'. The few friends he had, were his clients, and material suppliers. Those brave enough to come to the crumbling airship wreck that is his home, will be greeted by one of countless robot sentries, and a warning shot..
Background Information:
A prodigy child from a young age, he had much more understanding of the with the mechanics, with an emphasis on the technology of the great flying machines, they called Airships. Their ability to float for what seemed to be forever, fascinated him. But that same trait, made them painfully slow, in his opinion. The more advanced prototypes aside, they took days, sometimes weeks, to get anywhere within the Realm. This was rather annoying to him, and early on, began to study alternate ways of powering and propelling these ponderous machines. Some of his work was based on a strange device he had found some time ago, as he had witnessed it falling from the sky. He had studied this device in detail, and had discovered it was a 'motion drive' of previously unknown kind. He discovered, after a few experiments, that it could be used to propel an airship to wondrous speeds, as well as seemingly teleport said ship, given enough energy.
About this time, the war between Dalmasca and Archadia began to heat up, forcing him to deviate from his personal quest, to assist in the militarization of just about every flying vehicle in Dalmasca. Secretly, he continued his work on the 'Aero Drive' as he had decided to name it. He outfitted a small, scout-type airship with the largest form of the drive he could adequately power, as well as tons of supplies and fuel, for he did not know where this drive would send them to, once activated.
The day of the test flight was marred by horrible news: Nalbina Fortress had fallen! It would be a matter of time before Archadian forces made their way to the capital, Rabanastre. Proceeding hastily with final preparations, he and the 'Swiftwing' as he had called the test ship, launched into a sky already blazing with battle. But he would not be deterred by this. It was when the servants of Chaos first appeared, though he did not knew them as such. They killed his crew, and damaged the ship's main drives in the process. His first thought was that these creatures were Archadian creations, sent in to try and force him to land, so the ship could be captured by the Archadians for study. However, as he scrambled to keep control he could see huge clouds of similar creatures attacking not only the Dalmascan ships, but also the Archadian ones. Whoever was controlling these monsters, wanted everyone dead..
In a rare display of rage, he vented the engine room with hyper-heated steam from the core, then activated the experimental 'Aero drive', hoping it would get him away from the battle, from these horrible creatures. The ship appeared to be enveloped in a blinding light. When he came to, he was floating inside the cockpit. He could feel no gravity, and could not see the sky, or the ground. He also discovered, to his horror, that the rest of the ship was now deserted. The bodies of his crew, and the creatures, were nowhere to be found. But worst of all, is that he and the ship, were now stuck in this strange realm, with no ground, and no sky. He discovered the Aero drive was still working, but with such few points of reference, in the form of scattered pieces of.. earth? he had no idea where he was going. Sure, he had supplies to last him many months, but those would eventually run out, unless he did something, soon.
After nearly a month of wandering, he found what appeared to be a portal, but nothing could be seen on the other side of such. Rather than chance getting lost in this strange realm again, he steered the ship into it. After the disorientation faded, he realized he had gravity again, and that meant one thing: without main drives to keep her afloat, the ship was losing altitude! He sighted the ground a few moments later, and did about all he could not to crush the ship trying to crash land. A few hours later, he awoke in the middle of the now trashed ship, the safety devices having thrown him from the cockpit, which was now buried into the side of a hill.
Slowly, he reconditioned the ship's cargo bay as a shelter, most of the supplies having survived the crash. While he still fumed about Archadia's treachery, the thought of those creatures ripping his crew apart was still fresh in his memory. But was little he could do about it for now, except survive in this strange realm..
