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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 3:36:19 GMT -5
SYLVESTER DUNIZIAR (Corporal)
Aliases: Sly
Affiliation: Loonies, Miner
Species: Human (Male)
Birthplace: Bernardine Supply Center, North Salts, Duniziar
Birthdate: July 2nd, 345 Duniziar Local Standard (Estimated 1284 OSC)
Height: 5'7" (1.7m)
Weight: 200lb - 220lb (90kg - 100kg)
SUMMARY
A Looney with a wild streak and a wilder story. Sylvester Duniziar is the classic kind of adventurer in orange; a miner and a nomad with his heart out in the wilderness. He's a man on a mission to Madness with some of the strangest people he's ever met. He's buddied up with one of the most mysterious mutants on the planet, with redworlders and murderers, and not a single bit of that bothers him. He's the kind of man that's only ever existed in tall tales - and, somehow, he's not nearly as bonkers as he should be.
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 3:41:37 GMT -5
APPEARANCE
Sylvester Duniziar's a Looney, and it shows. He comes up to an average 5'7", wrapped in miner's muscles. Skin that used to be ghastly pale instead comes out with a faint, orangish tan. His face sits pleasantly plump on a stocky neck, still young and full of goofy grins. Brilliant emerald eyes look almost like gemstones tucked under his brow. Tight, scalp-level blonde hair matches up to a pair of almost-platinum eyebrows. A few tiny cuts and moles hide in unobstructive places above the neckline. Below it, the only scars are subterranean-standard; nicks, scrapes, and pink blemishes along his hands and forearms.
Sly's status as a Looney goes hand-in-hand with his gear. On the job, he'll always be found in his off-brand suit of DDA-129R combat armor. Reflective, bright-orange hard plates cover every part of him up just a little chunkier than a Bullman suit. A close-fitted helmet with a classic Looney monocle covers up his head. Rough air and vacuums add on a chunky, space-ready gas mask. Camouflage sheaths cover his plates and helmet up in yellow-toned desert camouflage. A slack, black softsuit hides underneath, poking out around his head and hands. A backup suit in miner's orange hides even deeper. Webbing covers it all, full of ammunition, tools, supplies, and snacks. A massive backpack usually hides his suit's environmental gear on his back.
For fighting jobs, Duniziar's kitted out with a bullpup DDA-30M rail carbine. It's stumpier than a Stumpy with twice the tan, but it's all the same in practice; death served up hot and fast, with a side of mayhem from its underslung grenade launcher. At his hip is an EEM-15 electrolaser pistol, zesty enough to punch holes in a pressure suit and zappy enough to taze a crab into submission. A combat knife and a hand pick are all tied tight to his legs in easy reach. Hand grenades usually find a way onto his belt whenever they're in stock.
Keeping track of his electronic gear is a task Sylvester trusts to a forearm-mounted DUG-50C computer. In broad strokes, it's not much different from Looney devices of the same caliber. Most access goes through its frosty-blue touchscreen interface, with a few shortcuts linked into hard-to-miss buttons on its tan surface. It's portable, powerful, and networked into most of his hardware. It's backed by a set of decent-quality hologram emitters that allow for information sharing on the fly. For Sly, that's all just fluff. The little library of shooters and sitcoms is what's important.
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 3:42:58 GMT -5
BEHAVIOR
Trying to peg Sylvester as a storybook character is a tricky task. Growing up in one hole, as it turns out, isn't too much different from growing up in another. He's an easy-going everyman with spunk and sass in spades. He's a trusty friend and a loyal companion for all occasions - as long as you're one of his own. When it comes right down to it, Duniziar is Looney duality just the same as any other tunnel-dweller on the planet. Earn his trust and he'll pay it back twice over. Meet him as a stranger, and it's nothing but suspicious stares and a cold shoulder.
Just as he's a Looney, Sylvester's also a miner. He's earned his right to sling a railrifle in tight quarters. He's learned how to knock a man's jaw loose with as little movement as possible. Where he shines, on the other hand, is when he's got room and time to maneuver. What Duniziar does best is laying down explosives, whether they're hole-punching shaped charges or chamber-scouring incendiary bombs. If it can be built, Sylvester can bring it down - or lay enough mines to turn it into an island.
Just as he's a Looney, Sly's also a survivalist. He's got the heart of a nomad and the spirit of an adventurer. He's been among the trees, the sand, and the snow. He's cooked his own kills over his own campfires. He's blazed his own trails, divined his own course, and found his way home on rainy nights. He's passed through deep, dark crevices with nothing to guide him but the echo of his own breath. As much as most of it was all done with hardware a few dozen centuries out of place, Sylvester knows how to play caveman.
Just as he is in personality, Sylvester's voice is smooth, giggly, and warm to the ear - even if "get bent" are the words on his lips. A strong Californian accent adds to the impression that nothing serious can survive this man. English is his native language and the sole tongue he's fluent in. Despite every core tenet of Looneyhood working against it, Sly's got a tourist's grasp on Old Qashanish. Even he's not sure how he picked it up. Looney customs, culture, and Earth knowledge pervade through him, with a tunneler's insight hugging the corners tight.
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 3:43:19 GMT -5
GOALS- Get somewhere. Be somebody. Don't die. Sylvester's not exactly sure where he's going, but he's determined to have fun getting there.
- Sly wants to find Madness Command Post, too. Sort of. It exists, and the people around him want to get there. That's the sum of his investment. For Sylvester, it's just a direction to tune his compass to.
- He wants to do it all with everyone around him still breathing. Friends are a big deal for Sylvester. Standing up for them is serious.
- [ ! LOCKED: Got to make it a circle eventually. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: Stick to your roots. ]
- [ ! LOCKED: Everybody wants somebody. ]
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 3:45:13 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIPS- [ ! LOCKED: What is Sylvester's family like? ]
- Sly's a Looney and he won't deny it. He's proud of it. He just has a hard time proving it. He's got the gear, the insight, and the attitude, but he's got none of the real proof; a bunker or a family on the planet. He doesn't exist in the records of any facility on this Erf. Reception from other Loonies towards his kind is lukewarm on average.
- Sylvester doesn't know a thing about the Space Loonies. He thinks they're just Loonies in space, without the Big Split to muddy things up. He's not alone, but that doesn't exonerate him of his heritage. What the Space Loonies know of him is that he exists, and that he is, in fact, a Looney. That's the end of it - and, really, all they care to find out.
- The Cult of Meat knows Sylvester. He is not wanted in this realm, on this Erf. Sylvester knows the Cult of Meat. They are not wanted in this world, on this Erf. Just don't tell him that's what they're actually called. The man's going to die of a stroke if he has to process that.
- Ask a Looney about the subject of species and they'll laugh. Ask Sly and, as odd as it sounds, he'll ask which one. Looney or not, Sylvester's comfortable around aliens as long as they're not lunging for his windpipe. Names and body plans, on the other hand - that's where it all starts to unravel. Duniziar's got nothing but blank stares and a silent screaming for Set's sentient species. All he knows are redworlders - and not by much.
- [ ! LOCKED: How does he feel about Jimmy? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does he feel about Outlander? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does he feel about Adrian Henderson? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does he feel about Zaja'Nazari? ]
- [ ! LOCKED: How does he feel about Ves'Narun? ]
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Post by Insano-Man on Jul 7, 2019 3:46:14 GMT -5
HISTORY
Sylvester's history is all over the place. He's had more adventures than most bunkers have had combined. There's just one problem; none of it was written down. He was born, raised, and baptized in fire in places not one soul's ever heard of. He's only been out in charted territory for a short while - and he's not all that keen on sharing his past exploits. Without much of a public record with any of Set's bunkers or a mythos for the townies to follow, Sylvester's a man of mystery. Only time will tell if he leaves a legend to fill in.
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