Samson APP

Name: Samson
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 243 lbs
Division: Mercenary (Leader)
Species: Genetically Altered Human

World: Torrisana

A world that has been torn, fixed, shaped, broken, and entirely molded by mechanized warfare. Constant battles between nations have greatly damaged large parts of the environment, to the point where some places are impossible to live in. This has caused the current state of the world to go under a new way of waging warfare. A system of creating Icon teams for nations that compete against each other in highly monitored battlefields. As such, many of the nations involved have genetically modified their soldiers and upgraded light equipment to extreme degree's. Research into the fields of compacting small arms into massively effective weapons, or soldiers into living weapons is not uncommon.

Story:
    Samson is a man who cannot remember anything before his genetic enhancements at a young age. He himself has started to think he may have very well been "born in the tank". Being trained from a young age to fight as one of his nations Icons, a young Samson knew little about the standard of living of normal people. His increasing curiosities on who or what he was fighting for did nothing to help him as he fought and lived through one battle to the next. He had little choice but to accept the role he was given, having no way of dropping out of his position. That was until a terrorist attack on the arena he was fighting in one day caused a great deal of dissarray. Like an animal caught in the headlights; he stood stupefied at his chance of escape. Would he go or not? A small voice in his head telling him to go back to the comfort of what he knew was drowned out by the desire to leave.

    Many years Samson would travel from one place to the next, always thinking about the possibility of pursuers and the idea of being stuck in the position he had now begun to loath. Seeing the world did nothing to help his already growing feeling of apathy and contempt for the world and people around him. Haunted by the disparity of his thoughts of honor and justice, and the truth of his and his worlds existence, he was driven into a depression. His only fuel for going further being his hope to find some place better. His answers were met one day as a rift opened itself before him. Once again, he stood as an animal in the lights. And as before, his sense of comfort was drowned out by another voice as he almost mindlessly stepped through.


Personality:
 + Tries his best to be boisterous.
 + Normally level-headed.
 + Insightful, despite outward appearances.

 - Disorganized.
 - Apathetic and sometimes depressing.
 - Unprofessional in many cases.

Abilities/weapon:
 Genetic modification - His bodily structure has been vastly modified through genetic science to provide him with special qualities and a strong body. Splicing of genes from a specific animal have given him the ability to create sonic booms through short, extremely strong bursts of movement.

 High honed martial technique - His training and experience has led him to have an extremely well developed sense of combat and martial arts, as well as a vast training in various types of weaponized combat.

 Dragoon Delta - Samsons favorite weapon from his time as an Icon. Specially made with him in mind, this is the fourth weapon of it's series. A highly dense and heavy monstrosity, this lance is more than it seems. The end has a highly optimized drill function for further piercing power, and close to the base is a fully automatic machine gun fitted with tungsten armor-piercing rounds.

Extra Info:
  Hates office work of any kind.
  Has a surprising interest in studying, despite his lack of interest in anything else to do with papers.
  Gives off the idea that he's lazy and complacent, but rigorously trains everyday when he's alone.
  Tends to think of those who work under him as younger siblings or something similar.
  Has become vehement at the thought of death when it comes to sentient creatures.
  Spaces out at times. Seemingly random.