Post by mrhost56 on Apr 19, 2017 16:35:32 GMT
Real Name: Mason Berg
Nickname: Player3
Age: 21
Nationality: American
Occupation: Wanderer, vigilante
Voice: Young, but with the hint of tiredness and gravel that old men have
Base: None.
Affiliation: None.
Personality: Calm, quiet, reserved at first. Unlikely to initiate conversation or relationships. However, hopeful and naive to most once he warms up to a person, which happens quickly. Extremely protective of any that he deems a friend, but always very closed off to them. Mason will tell you everything but nothing. He is perfectly willing to share his honest thoughts and history, but it’s all red herrings. He’ll only share what people would think they can use against him.
Stubborn, frustratingly so at times. Set in his ways and habits. If shown to be wrong or going down the wrong path, likes to metaphorically plug his ears to the facts and retreat further into his own delusions. It’s hard for him to accept mistakes, seemingly under the illusion that people will attack him for them.
A code-monkey and novice hacker, Mason is good at drawing connections. Not only on the computer screen, but in reality. He can see things most others can’t, and he utilizes this skill as an almost psychic level of intuition.
Easily distracted. Can focus on one particular “thing” incredibly intensely, but then at the drop of the hat suddenly be able to not think at all in that “thing’s” scope. His brain seems to jump tracks whenever it pleases.
History: Born in one of the Great Lakes states in the US, Mason and his siblings were lake and woods boys. They spent their youth running around in the trees and swimming as much as they could. Mason was the fastest swimmer and climber, but his brothers were stronger. He learned to run from fights at a very young age.
Growing into his teenage years, Mason was introduced to computer programming. Here he showed great potential, if he could focus. Along with getting introduced to computers, came gaming. Mason never became an incredibly competitive player, but he still used his ability to draw connections and pull of the kinds of stunts that turned around doomed matches.
Getting into his college years, Mason furthered his studies into computer programming, science, and even a bit electrical/mechanical engineering. He never really focused on any particular field, nor did he utilize his knowledge for anything except gaming.
Then, however, at age 19, reality decided to a light a fire under his seat.
As it turns out, Mason had also gotten into black-hat hacking, experimenting in the real-world with school servers and eventually companies. During this phase, Mason developed the online handle “Player3” and the calling card “Player3 has entered the game”. Eventually he took on the sigil of the Roman numeral for three, the third column being broken and distorted in some way. One day, however, he was digging around in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
While digging through a charity organizations files and records, Mason was discovering that about only two percent of the money donated actually went into charity work. The other ninety-eight percent disappeared into thin air. Someone else was in the system with him, though, another hacker, and when they collided this entity shut down Mason’s probing in an instant. It blew through all of his security protocols and dug through every single bit of information on his computer, wiping the hard drive clean before showing a single graphic on his monitor. A purple skull.
The FBI came first. They could not prove he had ever been in the system, since all of his data had been wiped, so that was short lived. Then the people behind the organization he had been digging into came, and they cared very little for the law. They had lost a lot of money after the attack by a hacker group publicly known as “Sombra”. They suspected Mason to be a member, despite having been stolen from himself. These people threatened his family, and so Mason did the one thing he could think of to get away from it all. He ran.
Mason packed what he could, pulled all his money out of his accounts into cash, bought a full tank of gas and drove South. When he ran out of gas, he started walking. He’s been walking ever since.
Over the past two-ish years, Mason did what he could to survive, built what he could to survive. He had always been into HEMA in his younger years, and had studied but never practiced longsword techniques. At some point during his wandering, he managed to acquire one as a primary weapon, lacking the cash and licensing to obtain a firearm. Since then he has upgraded it to have its own wide range of functions beyond just a melee weapon. He also a built a crossbow, for the sake of having some kind of ranged capability, that also has its own unique abilities.
Role: Support/Offense hybrid
Abilities:
Passive: Parrying. Mason has an 80% chance to parry any melee attack.
Basic attack: Longsword.
Alternate attack: Single shot from crossbow. Damage decreases with travel time. Loses accuracy at long range. Reload of 1 second.
E: Murder stroke, Mason inverts his grip on his longsword. Does +50% bonus damage to barriers. Recharge of 3 seconds.
Shift: Counter-Hack. Mason is able to use his longsword as an antennae and send a signal to an single ally that displaces all negative status effects. Recharge of five seconds.
Ultimate: White-Hat. Mason fires a specialized crossbow bolt straight into the air, releasing a massive signal burst a 5 meters. The radius of the burst is 10 meters, and eliminates all negative status effects on any allies within the range. Natural recharge time of five minutes.
Height: 5 foot 11 inches.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair color/Style: Rusty red/brown, curly and messy and unkempt
Body type: Lean, built muscles in forearms, calves, and lower back.
Clothing: Travelling gear is a pair of tannish brown carpenter’s jeans, white sleeveless T underneath a grey t-shirt and red/white flannel at least one size two big on him. Usually wears brown steel-toed boots, but carries around an extra pair of tennis shoes in his backpack. Backpack contains food, water, first-aid kit, a hatchet and knife, lighters, paper, duct tape, swiss army knife, sleeping bag and laptop along with various computer things. Keeps his longsword the right side of his chest, hanging further up so that he can keep it hanging straight up and down instead of sticking out. Rarely travels with his armor on, most of the time keeping it bundled up between his breast and back plate and hanging from the bottom of his backpack. Everything he wears is dirty, worn, and has at least one hole, even the pair of leather gloves in his back pocket.
Nickname: Player3
Age: 21
Nationality: American
Occupation: Wanderer, vigilante
Voice: Young, but with the hint of tiredness and gravel that old men have
Base: None.
Affiliation: None.
Personality: Calm, quiet, reserved at first. Unlikely to initiate conversation or relationships. However, hopeful and naive to most once he warms up to a person, which happens quickly. Extremely protective of any that he deems a friend, but always very closed off to them. Mason will tell you everything but nothing. He is perfectly willing to share his honest thoughts and history, but it’s all red herrings. He’ll only share what people would think they can use against him.
Stubborn, frustratingly so at times. Set in his ways and habits. If shown to be wrong or going down the wrong path, likes to metaphorically plug his ears to the facts and retreat further into his own delusions. It’s hard for him to accept mistakes, seemingly under the illusion that people will attack him for them.
A code-monkey and novice hacker, Mason is good at drawing connections. Not only on the computer screen, but in reality. He can see things most others can’t, and he utilizes this skill as an almost psychic level of intuition.
Easily distracted. Can focus on one particular “thing” incredibly intensely, but then at the drop of the hat suddenly be able to not think at all in that “thing’s” scope. His brain seems to jump tracks whenever it pleases.
History: Born in one of the Great Lakes states in the US, Mason and his siblings were lake and woods boys. They spent their youth running around in the trees and swimming as much as they could. Mason was the fastest swimmer and climber, but his brothers were stronger. He learned to run from fights at a very young age.
Growing into his teenage years, Mason was introduced to computer programming. Here he showed great potential, if he could focus. Along with getting introduced to computers, came gaming. Mason never became an incredibly competitive player, but he still used his ability to draw connections and pull of the kinds of stunts that turned around doomed matches.
Getting into his college years, Mason furthered his studies into computer programming, science, and even a bit electrical/mechanical engineering. He never really focused on any particular field, nor did he utilize his knowledge for anything except gaming.
Then, however, at age 19, reality decided to a light a fire under his seat.
As it turns out, Mason had also gotten into black-hat hacking, experimenting in the real-world with school servers and eventually companies. During this phase, Mason developed the online handle “Player3” and the calling card “Player3 has entered the game”. Eventually he took on the sigil of the Roman numeral for three, the third column being broken and distorted in some way. One day, however, he was digging around in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
While digging through a charity organizations files and records, Mason was discovering that about only two percent of the money donated actually went into charity work. The other ninety-eight percent disappeared into thin air. Someone else was in the system with him, though, another hacker, and when they collided this entity shut down Mason’s probing in an instant. It blew through all of his security protocols and dug through every single bit of information on his computer, wiping the hard drive clean before showing a single graphic on his monitor. A purple skull.
The FBI came first. They could not prove he had ever been in the system, since all of his data had been wiped, so that was short lived. Then the people behind the organization he had been digging into came, and they cared very little for the law. They had lost a lot of money after the attack by a hacker group publicly known as “Sombra”. They suspected Mason to be a member, despite having been stolen from himself. These people threatened his family, and so Mason did the one thing he could think of to get away from it all. He ran.
Mason packed what he could, pulled all his money out of his accounts into cash, bought a full tank of gas and drove South. When he ran out of gas, he started walking. He’s been walking ever since.
Over the past two-ish years, Mason did what he could to survive, built what he could to survive. He had always been into HEMA in his younger years, and had studied but never practiced longsword techniques. At some point during his wandering, he managed to acquire one as a primary weapon, lacking the cash and licensing to obtain a firearm. Since then he has upgraded it to have its own wide range of functions beyond just a melee weapon. He also a built a crossbow, for the sake of having some kind of ranged capability, that also has its own unique abilities.
Role: Support/Offense hybrid
Abilities:
Passive: Parrying. Mason has an 80% chance to parry any melee attack.
Basic attack: Longsword.
Alternate attack: Single shot from crossbow. Damage decreases with travel time. Loses accuracy at long range. Reload of 1 second.
E: Murder stroke, Mason inverts his grip on his longsword. Does +50% bonus damage to barriers. Recharge of 3 seconds.
Shift: Counter-Hack. Mason is able to use his longsword as an antennae and send a signal to an single ally that displaces all negative status effects. Recharge of five seconds.
Ultimate: White-Hat. Mason fires a specialized crossbow bolt straight into the air, releasing a massive signal burst a 5 meters. The radius of the burst is 10 meters, and eliminates all negative status effects on any allies within the range. Natural recharge time of five minutes.
Height: 5 foot 11 inches.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair color/Style: Rusty red/brown, curly and messy and unkempt
Body type: Lean, built muscles in forearms, calves, and lower back.
Clothing: Travelling gear is a pair of tannish brown carpenter’s jeans, white sleeveless T underneath a grey t-shirt and red/white flannel at least one size two big on him. Usually wears brown steel-toed boots, but carries around an extra pair of tennis shoes in his backpack. Backpack contains food, water, first-aid kit, a hatchet and knife, lighters, paper, duct tape, swiss army knife, sleeping bag and laptop along with various computer things. Keeps his longsword the right side of his chest, hanging further up so that he can keep it hanging straight up and down instead of sticking out. Rarely travels with his armor on, most of the time keeping it bundled up between his breast and back plate and hanging from the bottom of his backpack. Everything he wears is dirty, worn, and has at least one hole, even the pair of leather gloves in his back pocket.