Name: Unknown Real Name. Nicknames: "Drake"
Race: Draconian
Faction: Outlaw
Age: 243.
Occupation: Hunt creatures; hired guard; hired hunter; bounty hunter; mainly a miner [Custom Draconian-made drill]
Personality: Drake is a solitary creature; nobody has ever tried to become his partner or friend, so he doesn't try to get one. The only friend he had he outlived. He is lonely, but will be rare to show it. He can hide emotions like they don't exist, but is friendly enough to mess with people, in a friendly way, of course. He doesn't talk a whole lot about himself, and he doesn't like it when someone is trying to dig too deep too early. He is a Draconian; showing weakness is being a weakness, and pride can get in his way. He knows how to lead, but he does not believe in himself enough to do so.
Bio: Drake was born and raised by the secretive and quiet Draconian Empire. Well, quiet when it comes to humans. The Draconian Empire is the biggest in the universe, far bigger than the human's. Drake, like all Draconians, was a soldier. For 55 year he trained, and for 75 years he worked as a soldier. For 3 years, he roamed the universe, until he found the human empire, and decided to settle down. 110 years ago, he settled, and he had made a friend. He outlived his friend within 40 years. He has been working on his mining operations ever since.
Equipment: Standard-issue Draconian Military Battle-armor. Full-coverage helmet, torso, armguards, gauntlets, boots, and leggings. The armor has built-in stasis projectors, shield generators, and backpack-like extension on his back that contains it's Power Core, which recharges easily and quickly to power the suit. The suit itself has many pouches across a belt-like ring across his waist, and other pouches along the side of his leg, and the pouch's material is very strong. They carry anti-poisons, painkiller injections, explosive or smoke grenades, medkits, tools, and ammunition. He has a holster on either side of his armor, built-in, with Draconian-sized pistols in each. Also carries a Draconian kinetic assault rifle across his back. Winches are built in to his gauntlets, and the suit has a tactical GUI, radar, and a stasis shield, allowing for in-space operations.
Appearance: About 9 feet tall, dark brown thick scale, the scale can also act against armor against lighter ammunition types, and blade weapons, with cat-like dark blue eyes. A 4 foot tail, with the same scale color, that slowly tapers out, and isn't really thick. Heavily muscled, with a spade-shaped head that juts forward on a 5" thick neck. No ears that you can see, and nostrils are at the end of his shovel-like head. Double-row razor-sharp teeth in his mouth, and extendable/retractable claws in his feet and hands.
Draconian Info: Draconians [in my eyes] look pretty much what I put above, except light-blue, but not in this roleplay. They are very smart, they were genetically created a long, long time ago by a race called the 'Supremes.' They are very big, very strong, and very smart. By all means, Draconians are humanity's superiors in all ways but population, which Draconians fixed through a special form of cloning, and morality. Draconians are not limited like humans: they can kill and kill, and they will not care. WHAT they have killed might matter, but overall, they are a brutal race.
