[NAME]

Name : Sion Laiken (Insists on being called "Dr. Laiken", even though he doesn't have a PhD.)

Species : Human

Age : 29

Class : Intellect

Type : Scientist

Concept : Creator , Megalomaniac , Narcissist

Rank : Soldier

Advantages :
Computer Expertise -
Scientific Knowledge -
Weapons Knowledge -
Mechanical Expertise -

Disadvantages :
Compulsion - Addiction to painkillers
Overconfident -
Short Fuse -

Weapons :
*Plasma Pistol - This started off as a plasma torch (a type of metal cutter/welder) that Sion messed with, eventually boosting its power to enable it to be fired as a pistol. Although it cannot be charged up for a more powerful attack, it retains its cutter and welder settings.

Accessories :
Body Computer - A portable computer which is worn in segments throughout the body. The CPU and storage media are clipped firmly to Sion's belt, while the primary interface is worn on his wrist. It uses a backward-projecting hologram display for a screen, so only Sion (or those looking directly over his shoulder) can see it. Also has a small headset which covers his left eye and ear, and has a small microphone stretching to his mouth.
Lab-in-a-Box - Portable toolkit efficiently packaged into a small collapsable case which straps snugly onto his back. Contains a variety of tools, common spare parts, multi-purpose scanners, chemical compounds, etc. Though not as good as a full-fledged laboratory, it enables him to perform nearly anything while in the field, to a certain degree.

Special Abilities :
None

Appearance -
Sion is a modest 5'8" tall, though weighs a mere 120lbs. He's quite lanky by even a starving man's consideration, though somehow possesses average strength in spite of his slim build. Brilliant flame-red hair which washes over his head in unruly waves causes him to stick out in a crowd quite easily, much to his chagrin. When on a mission he sometimes wears a black knit winter hat to cover it up, which contributes to his perpetual hat-hair. He's got a narrow face with sharp, angular features. For some reason, his canines are particularly prominent, and he delights in showing these off with his multitude of evil grins.
Sion ordinarily wears casual-dress attire, typically opting for khakis, a white turtle neck, and a dark black blazer. When in action however, he wears black cargo pants tucked into his boots, a tight-fitting black turtleneck, and a pocket-laden camouflage utility jacket. He wears pince-nez style red sunglasses at all times, unless using his Body Computer's eyepiece. In all, he's quite a snappy dresser.
Sion's armor is an ordinary flak jacket, which although provides decent protection from conventional firearms, isn't quite up to par with Reploid armor. It absorbs enough of an attack to keep him alive, though doesn't prevent all injury. Nevertheless, it's sufficient for his needs, as he doesn't put himself in the line of fire if he can at all help it.

Personality -
"The imbeciles! I'm the genius here, why can't they see that?! Don't they understand?! Well then...I'll MAKE them understand... Behold, my greatest creation!! BWAAA HA HA HAAAAA! Yes, my giant robot, crush them! Crush them all! Wh...no, not me you fool! Put me down this instant, you walking Cuisinart!"
Sion learned at an early age that mastering science and technology was the key to surviving in this increasingly technological world. With an IQ well over 200, he certainly is well equipped for this task. However, a particularly nasty streak has always run through him. He views it as his motivation to succeed--others simply call it evil. His greatest desire is to create the ultimate fighting machine--a Reploid superior to all other Reploids. However, his plans were cut somewhat short, as he never even made it through college.
He plans to use his field experience with the Freelance Reploids to self-educate himself in the arts of war and practical military uses of weaponry, in addition to providing funding for his experiments. Note that Sion never runs away from a fight. No, not Sion. He prefers to call them "tactical withdrawls". And being such a brilliant tactitian, he makes tactical withdrawls every chance he gets.
However, for all his brilliance (both real and imagined), ambition, and motiviation, Sion is by nature a very weak-willed individual. He suffers from frequent bouts of depression and has discovered that routinely popping narcotic painkillers is as effective at relieving emotional pain as it is at handling physical woes. After almost a year of constant pill-popping, he's become quite thorougly addicted. When deprived of his fix, he at first becomes irritable and cranky, though after a few hours he loses his composure entirely and becomes quite the stark raving lunatic.

History -

Sion Laiken was a bully all through life, though his rich oil-tycoon parents only encouraged his behavior. "Only the strong survive, Sion. Those who fail to understand this are your prey!" His father would tell him. Consequently he didn't have many friends except for his horde of lackeys. Eventually Sion grew bored of beating the shit out of kids and turned to science experiments in his room. He set the TV on fire at age 8, exploded the family car at age 10, and caused one of his father's oil rigs to detonate spectacularly a year afterward. When the financial implications of this finally struck Sion's father, he found himself promptly disowned.

His foster parents didn't care much for him either, but at least nothing got blown up. He continued his bullying ways however, this time using a variety of home-brewed weapons. Stun guns, low-powered lasers, etc. Yet he was obviously brilliant even at his young age, for when searched for weapons they found none--he had made them collapsible and had deftly hidden them away.

Sion's reign of terror continued through High School, whereupon they allowed him to graduate two years early, just to be rid of him. He immediately enrolled at the World Robotics University, and due to his amazing potential they welcomed him into academia in spite of his record. The faculty was shocked when Sion seemingly turned over a new leaf, enrolling in Transportational Sciences, and becoming quite the humanitarian on campus. Well-liked and widely respected, tensions gradually eased over the years. Perhaps Sion would turn out alright after all?

Yeah right. And perhaps his ass shits out gold nuggets.

Everything changed in his last year. He was weeks away of receiving his PhD and becoming "Dr. Laiken" when someone stumbled onto his horrible secret. He'd been using his scholarship money and skimming from the top of the charities he participated in to build a weapon.. a massive particle cannon. Sion arrived back at his apartment one day to find it swarming with faculty members and security guards. He took one look at them and knew his days at the WRU were over. He promptly hit the road and was never seen there again.

Months passed and Sion was totally disgusted with the world. His genius was obvious, his skills apparent...yet he couldn't get a job for the life of him. He hacked various ATMs to get cash to survive on, but it wasn't enough. Living heist-to-heist wasn't the greatness he felt he was destined for. And so on one gloomy Thursday afternoon, he found himself staring with more than a passing interest at the recruitment flyer for the Freelance Reploids....

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