Hei Bai

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CASE FILE: (Amestrian) Militant {Captain}



"For us, a simple, ordinary war will no longer be sufficient. We need a massive war! A war beyond any other that man's history has ever known!!"
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FULL NAME:
→ Birth Name - Bai Fong('White' 'Wind'). Given Name - Tien Hei(Nightfall). 'Hei Bai' by close associates.

AGE:
→ 28 Years of Age.

SEX:
→ Male.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Originally born on the Xing border to the desert, but traded into slavery and shipped to Central(which is where he considers as his true place of birth).

RACE:
→ Xingese.

DEPARTMENT:
→ Intelligence, now Head of for Central.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ Thirteenth of July.

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HEIGHT:
→ 172 cm.

WEIGHT:
→ 73 kg.

DESCRIPTION:
→ Standing at about five feet and eight inches(~172 cm), weighing in at 161 pounds(~73 kg) and with an acceptable(though still small) total murder count in the hundreds! Here he is, in all his gaunt and straight-backed glory, with pallid skin, and crimson eyes befitting of his nature, and both the strange lack of large eyebrows, the classic epicanthic fold in the eyes that give him the slanted orb appearance, and a toothy smile that never goes away, even when in pain! That, including rather copious black hair(not kept beyond the average limits for most males); intriguing jutting cheekbones that add to the genial(and often false) smile; a pointed chin that looks as though it possesses such a keen edge it could cut into someone; a plethora of scars dotted across his body.

His face is mostly free from scars, and his false smile still appears genuine and no less friendly from the ragged wounds. It also isn't too representative of his age, making him appear quite a few years younger.

The scars across his body are lengthy gashes from years past, about his arm, his chest, his back, his legs. How many there are, he has not a clue: And quite frankly, he cares less about them anyhow.

Random Fun Fact: If one glances at him, they may not notice, but his legs are slightly uneven. It is about a 2 centimeter difference, with his left leg being the longer one: Hence his unusual posture with the left leg positioned slightly outward and his tendency to take longer strides with that leg. It(the left) is also his preferred side in using weapons or physical strikes. All in all, his body is battle-honed through his own years of survival: not quite all-around muscular and ripped like some individuals, but well-developed to pack plenty of strength, by human standards. All in all, the muscle mass does not constitute a large factor of his body size.

So in summary, he’s a battered adult with a body shaped for what he does, with overall unassuming features(exception of the facial). His face, befitting of an oriental descent, often adopts a harmless façade, with the omnipresent smile deceiving many.

For Clothing: Although he shows up every now and then in standard uniform, armed with all the tools needed, he prefers a much less militaristic appearance in the end. Given his line of work, he's clothed in dark garments, but never does not have a 'set' attire. The most common combination is With black trench coat, shirt and pants, along with the heavy shoes and a small yet wide-brimmed hat of an unspecified kind. Donning things, he walks as though he were a living shadow, were it not for his naturally pale skin. This attire is unvarying in one aspect, its always dark in color and really obscure in detail.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Once, he was a mentally fractured individual. He could not think for himself, and was much like a vegetable, but the gruesome torture of his youth when subjected to inhumane experiments has given him enough shock to awaken from the retardation.

Now comes the vicious and cruel being who makes up for years of stupidity with the air of sophistication. His vocabulary in his fluent languages(Xingese and Amestrian) is quite the conglomeration of the daintiest picks and the most vulgar sort, which he unleashes without bias, since he is one who has yet to grip on the standard conventions of society. His voice, once broken in as many ways as possible, returns as an almost ethereal and pleasant sound, soothing and alluring, but with a slight curl of madness that would send chills through every synapse of another human being.

When maintaining his 'shell' so as not to arouse suspicision, he is a relatively unassuming individual with no remarkable qualities but the gentle, yet haunting voice. He is polite, definetely reducing the expletives in discourse, and plays the role as a mediator and/or pacifist. All in all, he comes off as an easily forgettable person, unless the sound of his voice leaves a deep enough impact on you. Years of training to be a loyal servent to the military have instilled within Hei to maintain a sense of normality through a relatively urbane persona, that is: this one. In fact, since he is unfeeling and unreceptive except to joy when killing, has been taught to emulate emotions to a frighteningly flawless degree, concealing an inner nature while deceiving watchers, and even the most talented of observers.

But, as many things are, his true self starkly contrasts with the fabrication, given his fragile mental state. He is, as mentioned, cruel. No, not cruel. Unfeeling or unrecptive to the emotions of others, as he basks in his own revel of slaughter and destruction. The total disconnect from any sense of humanity is his true self, which is what enables him to be so willing to ignore any sense of morality, and be unquestioning and compliant to any and all orders that do not interfere with his twisted logic.

That logic being a few 'laws' in his mind: He will obey his superiors to the best of his ability; He will carry out his orders to the best of his ability; If the orders are unsatisfactory to him, then he may shove them back down his superior's throat; If the orders may bring unfavorable results to him, he will not do them. Essentially, his circular logic allows him to choose whenever he must be loyal and obediant or brash and difficult. The only exception being when the superiors in question are those he respects: Those who played a hand in giving him his current life. He respects and obey them, without fail, and 'they' happens to include the ever so famous 'Father' before his deaths.

But beyond that, he's an all-around beast when taking his beloved job seriously. Despite needlessly inflicting incalculable amounts of collateral damage in wounded bystanders and devastated buildings when pursuing his objectives, he feels not even the slightest pang of guilt or trouble. Did I forget to mention that, since his mind isn't all there, he acts like a savage beast when he fights? He'll try to keep his composure, but he won't hesistate to claw and bite his enemies, and tear hunks of flesh off them to taste.

And this brings up to what ties Hei together. The quirky parts of him that have no meaning, but are what exist in the two halves of his presentation to society. One: He hates alcohol and drunkards, to the point that he will burn all alcoholic beverages(or render them inpotable) and kill inebriated fools. Two: He is a massive glutton(by human standads and scales) eating and consuming many things, which seems to be a recurring trait in Xingese people to appreciate food ... and lots of it. Unfortunately, he consumes a frighteningly large amount at every meal(four times a day), and has racked up massives tabs and debts(which have been forced onto others) before in many restaurants, and consequently is on a gourment black list. Three: He will keep the bones of his enemies to gnaw on. Where he stores the bones, heaven help us to discover. Four: He has a bit of mischeivous flair, when both sane and insane. Practical jokes, darkly humorous pranks, or just absolutely inhuman but hilarious acts of harm(namely flaying flesh from bone for the giggles).

It should be well-noted that Hei's erratic personality could change rather rapidly in coming times, but for now, the embodiment of insanity and killing is the only consistent aspect of himself ... besides his ravenous and abyssal stomach.
LOVE:
→ Food, any and all kinds that are edible and palatable. By extension, his greatest joy is eating ... and sometimes he doesn't object to feasting upon the flesh of his enemies, which might explain his feral style of brutally murdering people. But he doesn't eat it raw, since nothing can compare to
burning the meat ... or anything else for that matter.

HATE:
→ Drachmans, bad experiences with them. Any scientist within a 10km radius of Central, though he has to thank them for their crackpot experiments. Open warfare, just not his thing. Someone stealing his kills, he will murder that person ... savagely, with a wooden mallet. Someone eating his food: You will have three seconds to return his food or die - "On the count of three: Three." Clowns - If he sees one and he has a weapon, he must be immediately restrained and sedated and the clown evacuated with a full police detail to prevent a bloody spectacle.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ He hates Xing and the people of such, which makes him an angry pessimist who hates himself.

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HISTORY:
→ Sold into slavery at a young age, for what purpose? To work and toil his life away for God knows what purpose? Actually, no. To serve a guinea pig for the twisted experimentations of amoral scientists. But does he care? Of course not!

It starts in Xing, close by the Great Desert, in which a small poor rural family decides to strike a deal with a bunch of traders to give away their first born son for the sake of coin. Not a pretty sight, and he was old enough to understand the cruelty in this act, but alas ... fate was not in his control. But that's no tragedy. It is an act of providence! It has given him his current existence of a pleasing and gratifying life doing wondrous work rather than be condemned to a pitiful meaningless existence out in the barren lands to be claimed by starvation.

This is no tragedy. It is a comedy! A wonderful little short story in his meaningless little life!

It was clear, to the traders, that the goods were already defective up there to begin with ... so they sold it off cheap to the military, just as a collective group of researchers were fresh out of displaced youths of war and decided to buy not only this young boy, Bai, but all the other children the traders had gotten their hands on. Now, human trafficking isn't quite the most spectacular of all careers due to lack of insurance and established safety guideline ... and the trio of egg-heads who knocked on Central's walls never left the country, or the city for that matter.

So within a change of multiple sets of hands, the poor kids found themselves subjected to experimentation! Oh joy! Morals out the window, Humanity ripped to shreds! Oh the horror! The Horror! And yet the small child labelled as 'Defective' by parents, traders and scientists would be the one who lives on, and his broken mind was just patched together thanks to everything. A miracle, you could say, had taken place within these inner circles.

Or more accurately, a demon was born in the place of broken human. Exposure to countless toxins and poisons and extensive surgeries developed a being that was not afraid of poison or broken bones. His limbs were reinforced, his innards hardened, and slowly he was melded into some peculiar being with odd capabilities. And seeing how he was originally a throwaway project to test how far a human body can be taken, it naturally came as a shock that he was still alive. They tried to kill him, but they were much too tame in the efforts.

Approximately a decade into when they first purchased him, they had just gone past the warranty, and now he was a permanent little thorn, since they, foolish people they were, just merely dulled his senses with all the various threats of death, and lo and behold: A mortal who had not a single qualm about the concept of death, receiving or delivering.

Such a being, who saw the end of existence in an abstract way that transcended the norm while also having other peculiar world views, was quite coveted by the military ... perhaps they could make use of him, if they put him on a short enough leash and tight enough collar, and make his missions extremely specialized.

No. Not even! Without proper military training, but on pure instinctual behavior alone, he was a deadly force to be reckoned with in combat. He can be a grand instrument of carnage! And that was what his fate became, a tool for the one responsible for Amestris's creation.

So, the Darkness rises, what was once a clueless and screwball of a Xingese child had be utterly smashed flat like a sculpture of play-dough and reformed into an equally unstable mentality of pro-Amestrian uber-fanatical killing monster of damnation. But, as mentioned earlier, it was a miracle in a sense!

True, that he was an abomination to all philosophers and scientists, but his mind had, in some peculiar manner, returned to a functional state! He could speak, coherently, and actually reason much like a normal person. With the slight exception being that when his blood boils from hate or excitement, in which case he still was a sentient being, but acted more like a feral beast. So these were exploited. Right and Wrong were nothing to him, much like Life and Death: And he would willingly dispense Justice and Death and their polar opposites at the whims of those in charge of the military. In addition, his natural gift of combat was further enhanced through the years of preparation to hone him into one of the many soldiers that would butcher the enemies of the nation effortlessly.

Of course, he's not blatant with this portion of his profession. To many, he has lived as a simple soldier of Amestris, who has Xingese ancestry, but no one suspects that he is a gleeful murderer who disposes of anyone that stands in the way of the Amestris and those who rule it. Still, he has enjoyed his peaceful life ... somewhat, and has willing accepted his double-life role of mild-mannered human and all-consuming demon, but nothing, to him, will ever be greater than the joy of killing. And it shall be only a matter of time before his ties to this country erode away on account of his sanity.

Though it is noteworthy that, his love for killing will be the end of him: For he sold away every secret he had on him about 'Father's Amestris' and all the inner workings in exchange for additional work were he could kill and butcher certain targets and be exempt from legal prosecution(provided he escaped). Lately, the jobs have become fewer ... and he's bound to snap. To make things better, he might be forced to work with someone, a partner-in-crime of sorts, exactly what the Amestrian-Xingese does NOT need.

UPGRADE EDIT:

This most amusing soul has gone around the bend, nowadays. After being re-integrating into the Amestrian Military, at CENTRAL COMMAND, Hei advanced through the ranks as the months wore on, earning his advancements with blood shed on the battlefield and overall undying loyalty(with the exception of when he gets irritated a wee bit too much). Eventually, upon reaching his rank of Second Lieutenant, he noticed that the former Head of Intelligence to Central had left their post open, and he, seeing no reason not to take advantage of having a the position of a Department Head, filled the necessary paperwork and was given the job.

It has been the biggest mistake of his life, for that job introduced him to horrendous working conditions, most notable when forced to work at the Annual Central City Festival, where he got his arm brutally injured and nearly severed completely by a wicked demonic and dragonic-like Chimera. Fortunately, he was able to pummel the beast into submission and paid in some favors to Central Scientists to get the Chimera’s self-regenerating arm as his own right one, and then reinforced bones to back it up, effectively increasing his combat ability.

BUT, while he did gain some additional powers and a better healing factor. He now must constantly bribe Spade with alcohol to try, keyword: TRY, to stop his commanding officer, Brigadier General Spade Aeries of Central Command, from destroying the city, or any other city for that matter, via arson. Central has a VERY huge debt, and Hei has dug into his SpecOps and BlackOps past for all the information he can to put himself in somewhat good standings in the other HQs … in hopes he can convince them to spare a few million Cenz to deal with Central’s debt. It has not been going well.

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TRIVIA:
→ Given his ethnic background, he is blessed with a ridiculously strong digestive system ... meaning he tends to be seen eating the most random of barely edible things and yet might only have minor digestive problems.

→ Given his past and contact with Central scientists, he has been subjected to extensive surgery that grafts an artificial(alchemically tampered) metallic alloy to various portions of his skeleton, given the layered bones enhanced durability, and enhancing, to a certain degree what sort of punishment he can take. Incredibly noteworthy are the unique lightweight, yet terrifyingly durable qualities of the metal: The combination of these two enable Hei to near-superhuman feats of strength(especially since his own body has been conditioned and surgically modified to be well-endowed in muscle strength) without fear of breaking any bones, or feel sluggish from the weight, except from the most severe of injuries. He is still vulnerable to injuries of the flesh, however.

Edit: With new modifications, the metal has been upgraded ... ripped off his skeletal frame(which won them some cries of pain from the stoic Hei), and replaced with a significantly high-tensile and resilient metalloid to be placed about his bones. The areas primarily concentrated are skull, shoulder blades, some ribs, hip-bone, the femur, the lower end of tibia, the entirety of his arms, including the Chimera. Consequently, he can absorb and inhuman amount of damage, while now being slightly faster than before. The reduced weight also makes it easier to for him to scale buildings(though not by much), and his movement speed is a staggering pace, so much that he can almost match Stuka in unarmed combat ... in terms of speed. But then again, he was always a monster like that

Most amusing is, the surgery incorporated an unknown degree of biological transmutation, and unfortunately has afflicted Hei down on the cellular level. Due to the composition of the alloy having an adverse effect on Hei's cells, they have achieved a state of 'infection' where they are forced into a hyper-active state. Simply put: His body's evolution path is multiple times faster than is norm, allowing quick to easy immunities to disease and overall resistance to toxic compounds in addition to quick recovery from wounds(those that do not require immediate medical[READ: Surgical] attention). It might also explain why he can be in a constant berserker-like state, since his whole body is in an accelerated state of being, so fatigue's effects are lessened, and his own vitality and stamina are kept high. This is mostly like the direct cause for his bottomless stomach.

→ He also has a tendency to slip into comas after overexertion, due to his current state of existence.

→ Despises firearms with a passion, but not so much as to never utilize them. In contrast, glorifies the blade and its kin.

→ Hei can speak Xingese(Chinese) and Amestrian(German) fluently. He can understand and can communicate in Drachman(Russian), but not fluently and occasionally has grammar mishaps in his speech.

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ALIAS:
→ Hei Bai

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ There are no others.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Meow?

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Darkness Looming.

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So, it's been over 48+ hours. Just so that the Staff knows this app is open for the judgment hammer:

Bumpity.

[Aurelius Schwartz]

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Sorry I was in Kanazawa last week. I thought I put something up about that...well, either way I sincerely apologize!!
I don't know what Dai (Hild) was doing... -.-;

I love your app~ >D -evil laugh-
Make sure that you give him weaknesses too: his bones can break, albeit difficultly. And you...don't have a picture, which is required. So PM me a link to one and I'll add it for you. =3

Where do you want to be stationed? Once you decide, post in one of the threads under Classified!

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The Upgrade(History Edit) is done? o.o;

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;D lvl 2

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