Rock NischruName: Rock Contact information: I'll be around
Character's name: Rock Nischru Age Upon Entering/At Death: 49 Age Now: 260 Race: Hyper evolved Human
Appearance: He is tall dark and handsome incarnate, the epitome of the perfect human. His arms and legs are lean and strong, not overly bulbous as much of his strength lies in the control his mind has over his body. His skin in a deep bronze, darkened by his years in the desert, nowhere on his body does he have any tan lines, as he often lies out in the sun naked. His face is uneventful as well as striking. From his short dark hair that is just long enough to not show his scalp to his strong defined jaw perpetually covered with stubble, he is very much an attractive yet ordinary man. His light brown eyes appear deep and calming, his smile warm and unassuming, making him seem all the more dangerous.
When working at the Casino he wears all dark colors. His shoes polished black leather, sitting below a pair of black dress slacks. On his upper body he has a loosely cut blazer below which he wears a leather vest. The tips of a flame tattoo can be seen on the left side of his neck. Only when a particularly disruptive patron needs dealing with does he remove his jacket exposing his broad shoulders and strong arms, his entire left arm from just below his jaw to the crest of his wrist is covered with intricate flame tattoos.
Personality: Rock is very sure of himself he oozes confidence. Given what he can do and what he has done it is not hard to see why. He and his brother share that trait, but beyond that they find themselves two very different people. Rock is levelheaded, easy going and always looking for the best compromise that can be reached. All his power does not hinder him from turning the other cheek and allowing the situation to resolve itself, the polar opposite of his brother, Rex, a typical hot shot kid out to cause trouble.
Rex wont back down from a fight and more often than not will go looking for one. Rex will habitually start more trouble than he can handle and require Rock to step in and take care of things, a task that he does not actively seek but one that he secretly enjoys nonetheless. Since his brothers “disappearance” he is finding himself becoming more hostile and aggressive than usual, he blames this change on not having the proper release for his more base instincts living vicariously though his brother.
All in all Rock is quite at home on his lower floor of the Anarab casino. A rowdy bunch of thugs fighting all around him, Rock filling the role of big brother to them all making sure none get too out of hand, makes him feel at ease. And the occasional unruly patron that he does need some discipline only makes his job all the more fulfilling.
Biography: Especially significant events in Earths history result in the creation of parallel dimensions, the two separate outcomes continuing on their separate paths. One such event occurred and hundreds of years later Rock Nischru was born. He was not born in the conventional sense but, using DNA from the most evolved man and woman on the planet, was “grown” in an artificial womb. The epitome of the two prevalent sciences of the time, generic engineering and selective breeding to produce what was hoped to be the next step in human evolution. Throughout his maturation in the womb he was fed information directly into his brain. Upon being “born” he was already able to speak proficiently and understand complex ideas. By the age of 3 he was able to do advanced calculus, more than 10 years earlier than most people of the time as well as perform physical feats of coordination and body control seen in only the most evolved people.
The experiment was determined to be a complete success and more like Rock, a nickname he acquired one day after punching his way through a metallic door, were put into production. Generation after generation were born as Rock grew still the object of great scrutiny and experimentation. As he grew Rock began to show brain activity in parts of the human brain that have never been used before. He began developing a very spiritual nature often talking of higher beings, of the power of the natural world and taking an interest in the religions of the past, religion having now been all but discarded, replaced with an unending belief in science. Only as he neared his late 40s did the problems begin to arise.
He became more and more aggressive, his anger growing unchecked, he started to hate all those around him feeling they had no right to experiment on him, he being their better. One day in a fit of rage he smashed his way through much of lab he called him home. The long winding hallways and security doors only enraged him more until he came across a high security sector. He could feel a presence beyond the door before him, one he had not felt before. Many men tried to stop him but only found themselves injured or worse at his hands. He burst through the hole that was now ripped through the wall to see himself, arms and legs strapped down, veins full of Ivs all bud dead lying before him. It was his twin brother, Rex.
That day, that very second he took his brother up on his shoulders and escaped from the facility, hoping to never come back. Rex recovered quickly and it would not be long before they did return to the laboratory that they had both been born in but it was not to return home but rather to release more allies in the war they would soon wage against the “unevolved”. They would find help be it freely given or taken by force from around the world, new technologies were acquired, nanobots to create almost instantaneous healing of wounds, controlled subconsciously by an implant but for members of the X572 series experiment no part of the brain operated fully unconsciously and they learned to control the bots. With the proper focus of mind light could be forced to bend around the individual rendering him all but invisible to as close as 10’. Injections and surgeries made more complex muscle structures and stronger ligaments granting them even more strength. Metallic implants were attached to the bones at the bottom of the forearms, covering the knuckles, along the shins and on the top of the feet to increase damage done by punched and kicks. Rock personally created a technique that with the proper symbols and focus one could call up elements, he gave himself fire from his left arm, his brother fire from his right the others choosing different elements but no more than one could be applied to one person...that information being found through trial and error.
War loomed Rock Nischru and his brother Rex Swanger Telkara as they had since named themselves, as the helm of the super humans, but the people of the time would not give up without a fight, throwing the welfare of the entire planet into danger they used specially designed rockets to block the sun. Rock had prepared for that eventuality giving all his men implants to help see in the night but he did not realize that the nanobots could be run on the oxygen in blood alone but ran much more effectively when powered by the sun. The battle began, the humans attacking with tanks, helicopters and long-range missiles, the super humans defending themselves with swords and staves, perhaps in an overly dramatic sense of power. The initial assault by the humans was just a trick, a distraction to get the few still loyal super soldiers behind their lines and kill Rock and Rex. 25 of the best soldiers still loyal to the inferior being attacked, they were fought to the last and only as the last one fell did Rock and Rex find themselves overcome, each of the soldiers having been secretly outfitted with explosive devices that would discharge upon their deaths.
The idea was that the war would be over once Rock and Rex were defeated but their death as martyrs only ignited the spark of war. It is not unlikely that the world Rock is from is now completely as he had wished it, on to the next step of human evolution.
Finding himself and his brother in this new world he was understandably cautious as they wandered the desert. Nomads eventually found them; seeing that these nomads were definitely not normal humans they decided not to instantly kill them against the advice of Rex. They both did their best to lie low for awhile but gained a reputation for shooting fire, becoming invisible and recovering from what should be fatal injuries and even somewhat recently Rock for taming a shadow wolf from one of the dark corners of the world and keeping him as a pet, always close at hand hiding in his shadow.
When the war with Genil broke loose the two brothers parted ways, Rex of course decided to join the battle and caused a great deal of destruction to the white city. Upon Rex’s glorious return from battle to the desert city he was received as a hero and praised by those too weak or scared to attack Genil. Eventually the fanfare died down but in honor of his efforts he was given a job managing the lower half of the casino.
With the emergence of the collectors and their rise to power people like Rex were perceived as a threat or at least that is the common knowledge about the disappearances associated with the Donia as she is called. Rex was no different and eventually turned up missing but not before he had gotten word to his brother still with the nomadic tribe they had first met. He had sent him an invitation to visit him in the city as well as an offer to help him manage the Casino. Rock took this invitation but was horrified to find his brother had no doubt been killed. He did what he could to find a way to exact revenge against the Donia and to this day still waits for the oppurtunity to kill her but she was always too cautious with too many layers of protection for him to get close enough. He now runs the 3rd floor of the Casino and has some sway as high as the 7th floor. He still hates the Collectors with a passion but does his best too keep it a secret. He runs a safe house for those needing a safe place to rest away from the strangle hold that the Collectors have on the city, in a number of the backrooms of the floor he manages. What little he can do to honor the lost memory of his brother and to help enemies of the Collection.
Powers, if any:
Nanobot healing powers
Super strong, endurance, withstands pain
Fireballs from left arm
Super Human strength and control: a punch can explode a normal persons heart right in their chest.
Telekinesis for moving small objects
Turns invisible to as close as 10’, then wavy lines appear almost like a mirage
Splits focus very well, Photographic memory, Counts cards
Plays Guitar
Buggy Racer (Ads for buggy racer)
Shins and forearms are made of metal
Night vision
Pet wolf that lives in the shadow that comes out when needed
Weapons, if any:
A number of weapons, any that he liked quickly became his with the previous owner either accepting that there was little he/she could do about it or being put into a condition where they would have little else to say about anything.
Additional information:
Works the 3rd floor of the casino in Anarab
(I was assuming that the 1st floor would the most rowdy, fight laden, roughneck, bad-ass part of the casino and as the floors progress higher and higher they get more and more sophisticated ending with the high rollers at the 10th floor. The 3rd in this case being still quite unruly but not to the point of people fearing for their lives)
Edit: Changed wording to be more correct, hoping to talk to one of the mods fairly soon to get issues hammered out regarding the continuity of the issues with the Donia
Edit: Changed openess about hating the collection as well as what he tried to do to avenge his brother
Edited by: Rock Nischru at: 7/26/07 8:50 am
Great! Glad to have you! My only suggestion--I love your bio, by the way--is that in order to run a safe-house and not be killed outright, you *have* to be quiet about your hatred. Since you already made a disturbance trying to kill your way up the ladder, you'd be making an effort to seem changed so people weren't attacking you every day. It's not really that you possibly couldn't handle them, but that *nobody* in their right mind would come to a safe-house that wasn't safe. So could you choose?
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: Rock Nischru
*head tilt* Wouldn't Rock get killed in the Donia's Palace? He kinda of... blantantly hates the Collection and all >> .. I dunno..
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
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