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Name: Travis Sykes
Species: Human
Affiliation or Occupation: Raider
Physical Description: Travis is, for the most part, a regular twenty year-old Raider. He has ragged, light brown hair that scoops to the right side of his face. His eyes are hazel. He's about normal size for someone his age as he weighs 157 lbs and measures to 5'10".
His face is very angled. He keeps a small amount of hair on the nub of his chin, claiming that messing with it allows him to think better. Unfortunately, he has one cosmetic problem that keeps him from looking decent and that would be a scar on that right side of his face. This leads from where his right ear used to be to about mid-cheek. His hair covers most of the battle scar from sight, but not from his mind. This stops Travis from being able to hear as clearly as his fellow Raiders, but it doesn't hinder much else except for dates, or whatnot.
He has a medium frame and also has what's becoming a muscular build.
[Clothing and Accessories]
Travis wears the normal Raider uniform. It consists of a mostly yellow clothing, starting with a yellow helmet with two small horns. A pair of goggles and face-mask combination covers his face, allowing only bits of his cheeks to be uncovered. He wears an unbuttoned jacket with gray cuffs. Under this is a maroon shirt that stretches up to his chin and is held in place by his face-mask. Following this is a pair of pants that poofs out at the bottom and stops at the middle of the calves. To cover up the rest of his legs, a maroon fabric continues where the pants left off and follows to the bottom of the legs until a pair of thick shoes cover it up. A pair of orange tanks are held by straps to his back. He also wears a pair of maroon gloves with white fingers.
Equipment: Travis has a plethora of equipment at his side. All of the Raiders have this gear, so it's nothing quite special.
[Orange Tanks]: These are sort of like a backpack, although heavier and capable of carrying more. In the right tank he carries water, which every Raider should do. In the left he carries small snacks and a "Normal Handgun" with ammo if his Blaster were to be inaccesible.
[Blaster]: Yet another piece of equipment issued to Raiders on their first day. This is just your regular, run-of-the-mill Plasma Blaster that is capable of Rapid Fire, or Semi-Automatic shooting modes. A scope is also given to the members, but not a lot of people use them. Travis does just because he thinks it could help.
[Flash Grenade]: Every member is given ONE before each mission. If a Raider doesn't use the one issued, they are to return it to the officer for the next mission. It's only used for a quick escape. The officers can not stress this fact enough.
[Goggles]: Capable of night vision. Also used for scoping out technology for scavenging.
[Battle Knife]: A knife made for close-range melee combat. What more is there to really say?
Skills or Techniques:
{Techniques}
Travis fights ferociously in a heated battle. At the start, his gun is set into Semi-Automatic. If the fight starts to get more intense, then he'll make it Rapid Fire.
Background:
"So, that's what you look like with the hair in the way. Heh. I never woulda guessed." The room was quite shady, save for the small lamp on the dresser in the corner of the room. There was a small night stand next to a bed that seemed a bit uncomfortable. A mirror built in with the dresser showed the female who rudely barged in without even apologizing. Travis was sitting in front of the mirror, his hair wet from a shower and pulled to the left to show his wound. His eyes left the scar for a moment and drifted towards the image of the woman's refelection.
A sigh escaped from the male Raider as he turned around to meet the intruder's gaze. "I thought you might've guessed it after seeing me with my bandages," Travis looked towards the mirror again, staring at the glaring imperfection that shamed his face, turning back to finish his sentence, "But that's not what's important right now, is it Anellia?" The male drew his hair back to its original spot and threw on a gray shirt. Anellia stood there with her eyes wider than usual while she bit down softly on her bottom lip.
"I-I'm sorry, Travis. I should've knocked, or something." She drew herself closer to the young man, but he stepped back and sat on the edge of his bed. "Look, it's perfectly fine. I've gotten used to it, so can you please just get on with what you were going to say?" Travis was frustrated by his friend's lack of consideration at the moment. He knew she wanted to help, it was in her nature, but he just wasn't in the mood. Anellia, worried, sat herself next to her friend, placing her warm hands onto his.
"I was just... coming in to say that it was time to eat and that the mess hall has your favorite today. I'm not the only one who knows you like chicken alfredo to death, you know?" She gave him a cheerful smile and helped him up, keeping ahold of his right hand. "Lets go eat. I'm sure you're hungrier than Manny right about now." Anellia dragged Travis out of his room, Travis following only because what she said was true. He couldn't turn down his favorite meal for anything.
[In the Mess Hall]
"You feeling better," asked Anellia, her tray filled with a half eaten plate of alfredo and an empty glass of milk. Travis, on the other hand, had two empty plates and three glasses. The Raider wiped his mouth and looked over with a half smile. "Yeah, I guess." Anellia patted her friend's hand with a smile. "You know I can't stand it when you're all depressed and junk. Every time I see you like that, I just want to help, you know?" Travis gave a shrug as he looked the other way to see Manny and another of his friends, Baroone, messing around.
"I have a question, Travis." Her voice seemed to get quieter, as if she didn't want her friend to hear. "Hm? Go ahead. I'm all... well, I'm all 'ear'." He seemed to find amusement from his last remark, giving off another half smile. Anellia didn't seem to get the same kick out of his dry sense of humor, but continued with her question. "I was just wondering if you trusted me enough to, well... Talk to me about how you ended up here? If it's too personal, I understand completely a-and we can totally talk about something else!"
"Calm down. I'm fine with telling you. It's not like I'm mortified by it, or anything." Travis took a deep breath and exhaled, preparing himself for a long story. "Well, I guess I can start off here..."
[An old settlement. It's under attack by Mavericks. Fire has broken out and is spreading. A group of large Mechanoloids are roaming the streets, crushing buildings in their wake.]
"Hurry up and get them out of here! Our group will keep them at bay!" The sound of guns and screaming; it's the only thing Travis could hear over his panting. What happened! It was the only thing he could ask himself as he ran for his life to get away from the fighting. His parents were nowhere to be found in the scrambled mess of citizens that made their way to the rescue vehicles. In the distance and between the frantic movements of the group, he could see buildings being broken down. This wasn't good at all.
In time, the groups had arrived at the only sign of escaping from this hell, but the troubles were just beginning. As the first few citizens boarded the truck, one of the giant mechanoloids had arrived, lifting and slamming its oversized appendage into the vehicle, crushing it and anyone who had foolishly gone first. The beast made a sound similar to that of a mighty dragon, albeit more mechanical and scratchy. Travis thought about where his parents might be and if what would have happened if he had paid attention to where they were instead of on what was happening. Now look at whats happened.
"Get 'em outta here, men! We've got to finish our business here before heading on back and we don't need any interuptions!" In a single second after that remark, a flash of light blinded his eyes and he could feel an arm wrapping around him and pulling him away. Was it a Maverick? An enemy of any sort? Whatever it was, he was terrified and soon after that big flash, he blacked out.
Unknown building. Travis wakes up.
What happened to me? Where am I? I-I don't recognize this place at all! Travis rubbed his eyes to get a better view of the surrounding area. It was mostly an empty room except for a small nightstand, a closet, and a bed. The first thing to do was get information, so the young Travis attempted to crawl out of bed, but there was a sharp pain in his lower body. It was as if his legs were cramped. The boy peeked under the covers and saw that his legs were, in fact, wrapped in bandages. What was the meaning of this, he thought.
"Oh my! You're quite ready to get out of bed, aren't you? Well then, let me help you." The voice seemed sweet and caring, somewhat like his mother's, but less tired. There was a lady in black and white garb that looked the same age as those teenagers he saw hanging out near the park one day. She stepped over and pulled a wheelchair from the corner of the room that he didn't inspect. She brought it over to his bed and unfolded it, giving him a smile that said Trust me. Although hesitant, Travis decided to get in and give the lady a chance. Besides, it was the only way to get around here, what with his legs being all bad and stuff.
With help from the girl, he was able to situate himself in the seat and get a bit comfortable. "I'm sure you're a bit scared," said the lady as she pulled out of the room and into a hallway, "But there's no need. This is a very nice place to be." Travis looked around and caught glimpses of rooms that held children within his age range and older. He wasn't quite sure what to make of all this. Where was his mother? His father? Where was anyone he knew?
As the young woman wheeled Travis out of the hallway and out of the building, he could smell blooming flowers and could hear the sounds of children playing. "Would you like to meet some friends? I'm sure they're eager to meet you!" Travis looked around, noticing that he was catching the eyes of some of the others. Well, what would be the point of being alone in a place like this? His mother always told him to look at the brightest side of any problem and that's exactly what he would do. "Yeah! I'd like to meet some friends." Maybe his parents would find him one day and take him to a new home with new toys and video games! He couldn't wait to show his parents his friends once he made some!
I left that place when I was eighteen. I had made plenty of friends before then, though. I decided to leave with my best friend Baroone so we could start a business idea we had had for awhile. We wanted to run an arcade, like the ones we used to have when we were younger. That was the plan, before fate put us in a chokehold. We decided that a life of adventure was better than being normal people, so we joined a group called the Raiders. It wasn't that bad of an idea at first and life was flowing smoothly... But one mission caused me to question what it meant to take that Raider oath. There's not a day that I don't dwell on that moment...
"Hot damn! We've hit the jackpot, Travis! We've hit it!" Baroone slid down a hill of junk, stopping at the base of the mound to scan his findings. Travis slid down behind his loud friend, his gun in hand. "Could you be any louder, Baroone? What if we grab Maverick attention, huh? We'd be puddles of blood by the time back-up arrives." Baroone simply chuckled as he dug through the rubble to make sure his goggles were reading the energy right. They were. "Travis," yelled Baroone as he leaped to his feet and looked towards his friend's direction, "We could get that bonus check! This is amazing!"
"Shut your damn mouth dude! What did I just finish saying?" The other Raider wasn't paying much attention and he was at his knees as quickly as he had gotten up. "Do you know how much of a bonus we could get with these Diamond Semi-conductor chips!?" A small box, no wider than a video game case, was sitting in the rubble, opened up with two chips stuck in the dirt. The contents were about two and a half inches long and were a light blue in color. Travis had to give it to his partner; without his acute sight, the two would've probably returned empty-handed.
Suddenly, a sound of plasma energy hitting metal rung out through the air, echoing like some beast that was happy with a kill it had just made. "Hey, Baroone. Grab that box and lets go! We've got to hurry back to the rendevous point!" With that, the partner grabbed the technology and scrambled up the junk heap after his friend. As the two made their way to the rendevous point, there was no sign of any Mavericks in the area. "Must've been Manny and his butter fingers again. Lets hurry."
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Suddenly, without warning, an entire junk heap was leveled by the force of a single, giant Mechanoloid. "Jesus Christ! What the hell did we do to deserve this!?" Smaller enemies seemed to be approaching over the horizon. "We're up the creek without a paddle this time, pal. Just keep running! It looks slow!" They weren't that far from their destination now, they could almost smell the rooms on the train. They weren't just being chased, they were being shot at too. Plasma pelted the ground and sent chunks of dirt and rubble into the air around them. "We ain't gonna make it, Travis! We ain't gonna make it!"
They had too! The train was appearing quickly over the horizon! "Attention! We need back-up! Mechanoloids are following us! Hurry the hell up!" Travis's heart was beating as hard as it could and he didn't doubt that Baroone's was doing the same thing. They were almost there, they just had to survive a little bit longer! The sound of the giant Mechanoloid crunching metal under its feet was becoming louder and louder. "Come on Baroone, push yourself! Run faster!"
"Travis! Help!" With a quick glance behind him, he saw his partner trip and fall flat on his face. Travis quickly turned on his feet and help his friend up, but it was too late. Even if they started running now, they wouldn't make it to the point. "Sorry, Travis. I'm sorry." "Don't worry 'bout it. Wherever you go, I'll see you there, Baroone." Heat and an explosion followed this exchange of words. "You buncha girls! Get up and get to the train! We'll be there in a bit!"
"Oh, sweet! Thanks, Porky! Alright, come on Tra-" Travis was holding the right side of his face, blood seeping through his fingers. "Hang in there, Travis! I've got ya!" Baroone hoisted his friend onto his feet and proceeded to get to the rendevous point, dragging Travis along to get him medical attention. "You know, sometimes you feel like dead weight, buddy."
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"So!? Did you and Baroone get that bonus!?" Anellia seemed enthusiastic enough about the story. "Yeah, but I had to use most of what I got for the operation and, as you can plainly see, I made it out alive. After that, I met you when I woke up. You came to me with my meds and striked up some small talk." Anellia smiled and reached for Travis's hand, holding it. "And I'm glad I did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have such an awesome friend like you around."
Personality: Travis is, for the most part, a normal Raider; a person with dreams of becoming rich easily. Even with that in mind, he's not what one would consider greedy. He saves up his payment in hopes of adding it with what his friend Baroone has collected so that they can finally start that arcade and live a mostly care-free life. He's not enthusiastic about his retirement as much as the next person though, due to his love interest Anellia deciding to stay in the Raiders for life. Overall, he's fairly easy to get along with, but can be stubborn and ignorant at times due to his determination to find a better life for himself.
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Likes: Milkshakes, old arcade machines, Anellia and Baroone.
Dislikes: Counterfiet technology, night missions, his boss.
Dreams:
He wants to retire with his friend Baroone and open up an arcade.
He wants to end up living his life with Anellia and going to see different parts of the world.
Reasons for Dreams:
Arcades were always awesome to be in when he was younger and his memories are shared with Baroone. The two of them plan on opening one up so that they can give these kids a taste of what was good in their day, but this time have enough money.
Travis and Anellia just seemed to connect on their first meetings. They have a lot in common with each other and could keep each other company very easily. Plus, Anellia seems to be the only one that can get past his missing ear.
Miscellaneous Information: Took me long enough, eh? I don't feel as if the personality came out the way I expected it to. That sucks. Well, either way, here he is. Also, sorry for the long absence. I've been trying to come up with a good character idea. Hope you like.
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