by Blindsense » Wed Feb 09, 2011 12:20 am
Name: Professor Aidan Kane
Description: A tall, imposing man of 30, Professor Kane received his Masters degree in Anthropology from the University of Chicago before growing weary of Academia. Thirsty for action and heroism, the man enlisted in the Military. Unfortunately, Kane found himself and his regiment ambushed by a group of local Militants on a routine patrol. Aiden disposed of three of the five militants while protecting his caravan - but a squad mate's stray bullet rendered his right arm - his non-dominant limb - useless. Due to his injury, Kane was honorably discharged and received a number of commendations for his bravery in the field of battle.
Kane, however, was not content with returning to the world of books and research. Yearning for a life of adventure beyond what routine military work offered him now, he became a treasure hunter and soldier of fortune of some renown in both the Middle East and the Orient. The man's accuracy with a handgun - and his brutality with a knife - quickly earned him a good deal of renown - even leading him to run a few Deniable Ops for his native country. The seedy underground of the treasure-hunting world whispered the name that had been bestowed upon him - Cain, they dubbed him - Cain the Relentless.
Years passed, and the man became a legend in his own right. Commoners in small Oriental villages speak of a rustic man with fiery red hair and a well-trimmed goatee, standing at a towering six foot ten - though this could very well have been an exaggeration. His shoulders, wide and strong, block out the sun when you speak with him face to face. A horizontal scar runs across the bridge of his nose and over his left eyelid, hinting at a dangerous and deadly knife fight in his past. He is said to dress simply, garbed in tan, lightweight pants with innumerable pockets, and a matching leather jacket that rests over a dusty white shirt. A wide-brimmed leather hat with a small dove feather tucked into the brim adorns his head, obscuring his shocking green eyes. A hip holster conceals an antique Colt .45 revolver - a weapon with which he is said to be deadly at 500 yards (another likely exxageration), and another sheath conceals a wicked-looking Egyptian Kukri and two simple steel fighting daggers.
...But very few claim to have actually seen the legend in the flesh, to have talked to him. His personality remains much of a mystery - adding to his mystique.
Kane has heard of both Mr. Dashwood, whose bawdy behavior he finds distasteful, and Westwood, whom he cares little for. He tends to work alone - the incident with his right arm has left him understandably distrustful of others in high-stress situations.
Transformation preferences: Monster girls and freaky theme stuff are always fun in these sorts of scenarios - getting zapped into a Vegas bunnygirl in the middle of a dusty temple doesn't make much sense to me, I suppose. Though honestly, the only dislikes I have are severe AP and inanimate. Everything else is fair game.