I, uh, left out age for now because I have him older than Circe, but until I know how old Circe is going to be I can't fill it in. That's why. But I figured I could post the rest, and see how it goes.Name:
"River of PAIN
Male Class: BerserkerAge: Height:
Acheron wears fatigue pants with a gunmetal camo pattern, cinched at the waist by a utility belt where his personal digistruction modules are affixed. Black combat boots cover his feet, bedecked with aftermarket plates of steel riveted to the shins and over the top of the foot & toes to increase their kicking potential. A grey tank top covers his torso, bearing the Torgue logo. Over his shoulders he has bandoliers with very large shells affixed on a webbing rig that continues under his arms, where he has some grenades hanging over along his chest for easy access, spare mags located at his sides, and his chainsword across his back. He wears the dog tags of his old merc friends around his neck. Acheron's dog tags are distinct because they are not stained with blood, but are instead pristinely clean. His left forearm has a metal guard protecting it, and Acheron wears black, fingerless gloves on his hands. The gloves have been augmented with metal plates to improve their punching potential.Durability:
Excessive. Acheron is insanely durable without shielding. It is patently ridiculous how resistant he is to damage without a shield. Shoot him in the face with a shotgun and he will just spit the buckshot back at you.Shield:
Low. Acheron uses an old Torgue Tough Guy shield - the product line is discontinued. It features mediocre capacity, regeneration, and a high recharge delay, but it boosts maximum health.Special Ability:
Berserk - Acheron enters a killing fugue and gains much more massive damage resistance, health regeneration, movement speed, and employs unarmed fighting techniques to deal massive damage. Weapon Specializations:
Acheron's basically immune to pain and torture. Getting shot, stabbed, beaten, burned, shocked, exploded, melted with acid, run over, and any other form of harm hurts, but pain just doesn't bother Acheron anymore. Carrying on with injuries that would make three other guys dead
is his greatest skill. Perhaps surprisingly, Acheron is an above-average driver in combat situations. He's used to driving sluggish, unresponsive beasts across chaotic, explosive-ridden battlefields to get to where he needs/wants to go.Weapons
- Bastard Hulk: A Torgue brand triple-barreled shotgun. It features increased damage - both regular and EXPLOSIVE - over other Torgue models, with commensurately increased recoil. It uses up three shells per trigger pull (since it's firing from each barrel), but each shell also has a higher pellet count than other shotguns. The gun has only iron sights. It has a 'classic' Torgue appearance: big, cumbersome, and gunmetal.
- A heavy-duty chainsword. In addition to its adamantite teeth that rip and tear through armour and flesh alike, it has a guard with spikes for added punch. It's incredibly loud, heavy, and slow relative to other melee options.
Acheron uses grenades, like any other Vault Hunter, but he does not have any grenade mods and his storage deck only has the basic three grenade capacity.Background:
Acheron was born on a planet owned by the Torgue Corporation, whose name reflects Mr. Torgue's uncouth and offensive sensibilities. He was tragically orphaned due to a freak explosives mishandling incident in the munitions factory that employed his parents, and as such, he became sole property of the Torgue Corporation. Raised to be roughly 400% More Awesome than the average orphan, the tough upbringing of walking away from explosions, an all red-meat diet supplemented by Mr. Torgue's patented MAN UP, PUSSY! brand of 'multivitamins,' and wantonly awesome brutal violence left Acheron well-equipped to serve as a member of the Torgue Corporation's private army at the precious age of 12. Of course, Acheron had already killed a man at age 4 - but that guy had it coming because he said that Acheron could not have a third steak pudding cup. He was stupid enough to tell a four year old who could kill a claymore-tooth land dragon with bare hands no. Acheron did the gene pool a fucking favour. After seeing combat and walking away from explosions in all the Six Galaxies essentially all day, every day, Acheron finally grew tired of the Torgue life. Eventually the allure of mercenary work grew, with its sweet, sweet promise of freedom from Mr. Torgue's daily canned rantings about explosions and making things explode and culinary freedom (eating chocolate for the first time after looting an Atlas supply convoy may have influenced Acheron just a bit). Explosions are cool. But you could only walk away from so many of them without looking back before it lost its appeal. And steak is delicious. But you can only eat it six meals a day for so long before you just get bored of it and want, at least, to like have chicken or something. After some aggressive contract re-negotiations, Acheron was a free agent. There probably would have been a bounty placed on Acheron, but when you have killed an entire dwarf planet's worth of people, sometimes you just get to walk away, leaving sticky blood-stained foot prints. And getting those foot prints out is someone else's problem.
As a solo act, Acheron did alright. He was often subcontracted by larger outfits who needed a bullet magnet. Acheron fit the bill. After half a dozen outings where he was the only merc to return, Acheron was enlisted into an outfit called the Red Dogs. A dozen or so former members of various private armies with different skill sets and outlooks, all united by the motivation to shoot people in the face for money. The Red Dogs benefited from Acheron serving as a shock and awe force multiplier to their more conventional approach to combat, and Acheron ended up going on fewer suicide missions. This was not exactly to Acheron's taste, because those missions were - in his estimation - off several chains.
The Red Dogs were on shore leave on some backwater planet when Acheron's life took a fairly big turn. He was all by his lonesome on a station, and he was contemplating killing some local fauna for dinner when he ran into this little girl. She was on the run. Obviously hungry, exhausted, and without a hope in the world, it was pretty obvious she was the target of some heavy hitters when some serious mercs showed up shortly afterwards, pointing pieces and shouting that Acheron step away from the girl. And he was going do it, too. He was totally going to do it. But then she took his hand and said, "please . . ." Then all the mercs were dead, Acheron was covered from head to toe in blood, and the Red Dogs plus the little girl were all getting back on the Red Dogs' ship and the hell away from that planet. The little girl, Circe, became part of the Red Dogs, employing her powers as Siren to make the Red Dogs one of the premiere mercenary outfits in all the Six Galaxies.
Greed got the better of the Red Dogs. It took years, but eventually the bounty on Circe got to be too large and too sweet to ignore. The leader of the Red Dogs, at first, approached Acheron about turning Circe in. He reasoned with Acheron, pointing out that all the other Red Dogs were on board, and that if Acheron wanted to keep up with the merc life everyone was glad to let Acheron take possession of the ship and the franchise. Acheron refused, at which point the leader requested that if Acheron would not be an active participant, he at least stay out of everyone else's way. Again, Acheron refused, and it was at this point that the leader revealed that he had poisoned Acheron's food. Sadly, they had underestimated his intestinal fortitude, and Acheron went berserk. The last thing he said before he was reduced to incoherent shrieking and shouting was that he was going to put the leader's head through a bulkhead. Sadly, Acheron failed to fulfill this pledge: he only managed to get half of the leader's head halfway through the bulkhead, the hard way. The other half was reduced to a pulp by the time Acheron got that far, and by that time other Red Dogs came in at the sounds of excessive violence.
"Stop it. He's already dead." Cried the first Red Dog on the scene, Lil' Billy Qwikwrench. But Lil' Billy did not have to cry for long before Acheron used him to bludgeon three other Red Dogs to death. By the time Acheron got to Circe, she had taken care of her assailants. After spacing their former compatriots, the pair set off to Pandora on Circe's decision.Sexual Interest/Boundaries:
Basically vanilla heterosexual sex in-character. Out of character, not interested in having my character be a bottom/receiver. But, say, if my character gets strapped down and ridden hard by Patricia Tannis, I'm not going to complain. Also not interested in anything that needs to go in the Extreme section of the site.