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[My chara if this game still goes]

Name: Kale Tenrike

Speicies: Golden Dragon

Age: physical: 38 actual: 63
appearence: far taller than most of the natural inhabitants of this planet, Kale is well built, and usually wears skin tight ablative armor of a technology unknown by the races present bon this world, it is unmarked

Affiliations: None. Kale is a hacker and a mercinary and a good one, he never remains attached to any specific group long enough to develop any sympathies

Weaponry: Kale carries with him at all times, two longswords, powered by his own magical field, and some sort of self charging plasma based weapon that rarley sees the light of day unless absolutley nessacary

Magic: apart from his swords, the onlyu thing kale needs to use his magic for is healing. His power is rumored to be huge, but he would prefer not to use it, some say, because he knows what the consequences of unleasing so much power could be.

Background:
Kale appeared out of the waste lands about ten years ago after a meteor crash. He immediatly attacked and looted communications equipment and weapons, before retreating into the wastelands. It is assumed that he is an alien species whos ship has crashed, although this is wrong, he is one of the few of his kind remaining after the world was left fallow, his motives are known only to him, but he seems to be highly interested in the feilds of genetics and ecology. The rumors are that his race are trying to retore life to the wastelands with advanced technology that they took with them before the ecological disasters were caused.
What is known is the fact that he spent a long time in cryogenic stasis while a cure for a rare disease that he had was developed

[end bio]

Kale grinned to himself as he heard the sounds of gunfire from the floors above, the rebels were doing thier job and he'd be getting payed soon. He linked his padd into the door panel and it wasnt long before it slipped open, revealing a large room filled with what appeared to be cryo pods, a closer inspection reveled them to be empty, the guards at these places were really sub-standard, he soon found the pod he was looking for and confirmed the identity of its occupant, a racoon, and a rebel general. He opened the pod and took the recumbant figure out, leaving the facility and giving the rebel troops a withdraw signal. He grinned as the troops left, thier leader handing him a credit chip as they stared at the prison. He took to the air, feeling the begginings of change, time to deposit this money and then, onto the domes to look for more work