Eryk-Lin
Age: 18
B-day: 6/13/1985
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Marital Status: Single, not looking
Hair Color: the alluring, wistful tones of sunbaked sand
Eye Color: an ocean blue, dull and jaded as witnesses to Eryk�s machinations
Height: 5�9�
Weight: 176
Birth Defects: the discerning eye of evolution endowed him with the blood of the cold, the efficient, the rational� and the wrathful. His precision is inversely proportional to his self control, and his self control flags when his anger gets the better of him
IQ: 124
Skin Tone: his ghostly pall seems to reflect his lack of moral restraint
Distinguishing Marks: A small Tatoo of a D with an L going through it on his left shoulder.
Hometown: Zhanjiang, China
Allergies: n/a
Birth gem: ?
Chinese Zodiac: ?
Religion: none
Favorite Song: He immerses himself in the hunt; and he only listens to music watches TV for information concerning his quarry� this strict limitation has prevented him from cultivating an affection or preference towards songs, movies, or shows.
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Zodiac:?
Race: Chinese
Best Known For: the murder of various prominent personalities, attempt to capture Jenra Lin
Fav Quote: �If you can�t beat the system, use the system.�
They had an estate as well, the pride of all Zhanjiang, a rare jewel of pagodas, houses, gardens, and stables whose man made glory was tempered appropriately by the more pristine pride of forest, river, and mountain. Here, Eryk and his two sisters exulted in freedom; with only the sun as their shelter they lived out and experienced the mystery of the forest, the joy of the babbling brook, the profound serenity of their valley. But he was too young when he came and took them away, they all were too young, and too impressionable. It took only one thing, one momentous experience, to strip him viciously of his emotion, of his humanity.
He was only 13 when he first killed a man; his newfound master solemnly gave him a knife and told him to let the �blade express his sentiments.� The unbidden nostalgia for the past, the terror in his victim�s eyes, the feel of the knife lubricated by cold sweat, the mental and physical torment he knew his sisters were going through, all came together and invoked a thunderous rage unexpected by even Kyros himself. The man was dead in a matter of seconds, his mangled corpse found weeks later by the landlord.
The blood melted from his shuddering hands easily. He gazed with suprising indifference as the wisps of blood circuited the sink a few times, slower at first, then faster until disappearing into the dull black of the drain. The red was gone, and it took Eryk�s compassion with it.
But the blood was only gone in the literal sense; residues of flaky red clung to his his conscience, a looming badge of shame and depravation. He was only a boy, misguided as he was he felt the only proper way to cleanse himself of such a degrading mark was to wash it even more blood. Each murder took him a step further away from any semblance of humanity, eventually producing the impeccably heartless killing machine of today. The blood still stains his soul, but is a badge of honor more than a symbol of moral defeat.
He lives solely for the hunt; human feelings and emotions have long faded into the past, and the bright fires of passion that had once burned in his eyes have long since been reduced to the dull glint of singularity. There are no intellectual pursuits, no romantic aspirations, no emotions save those feigned to guise his apathy, no desires, no external wills. He drifts from one dead body to another; his driving force is efficiency, his ultimate goal, sheer dominance over the power to take human life. Such a path he took, until his master bestowed upon him the ultimate test of human willpower: the assassination of his sister
Hobbies/Interests: There is no ambiguity of purpose for Eryk Lin; guided by the one singular passion of conquest, his mind, body, and spirit has leapt upon and mastered nearly every art necessary for malicious victory. His interests reflect his ambitions, and his skill reflects his interests. Any unfortunate soul consigned to be a victim of Eryk�s wrath knows well his proficiency in the arts of sabotage, subterfuge, and assassination, a lethal but efficient brew of Japanese, Chinese, American, and Russian methods of death and destruction. As a Lin, he was born with the immense potential to harness and control the magic within him; his potential was achieved at an early age and only served to reinforce the boy�s ability to get things done with sheer willpower alone.
Favorite Things: the thrill of the hunt, a worthy opponent, silent fear, steamy mocha lattes and Friends
Strengths/Weaknesses: His brutal efficiency gets normally dirty jobs done cleanly; however, those ultimately rare challenges that exceed his capabilities spark his temper and smother him into disarray and disorder
Special Powers: a son of mages, and therefore wielder of elemental magic
Skillz: although they range from the spiritual, to the sociological, to the intellectual, to the physical, all of Eryk�s skills are dedicated to the simple task of besting the enemy. He commands an extensive familiarity with people�s cognitions, a skill necessary to product a person�s next move. His verbal skills transform unexpectedly into physical ones he feels the time to strike is right; graceful and skillful use of his hands and feet, his sword, or his pistol turn death into an art.
Weapons: Chinese standard issue AK-47, Glock, sword
Other Items: n/a