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Ionic Fox · 01-02-2003, 03:34 AM

Name: Ionic Fox
Real Name: Unknown; family name assumed to be Kayarin from outside references
Species: Human/Fox (it depends on what I feel like writing for him, so deal with it)
Occupation: IDSO Special Agent
Height: 5’ 8”
Eye color: Emerald green
Hair color: Hunter green
Age: Around twenty-five years of age

Appearance: Fair skinned, lithe but not bulky, Fox could easily blend into a crowd and uses this to his advantage often. Wears a technologically advanced body suit lovingly referred to as the “ninja suit.” The full capabilities of this suit are classified, though some of the demonstrated attributes include noise reduction, body homeostatic control, bleeding containment, and most usefully, a very high tensile strength. Heavily derived in design from FOX-HOUND’s legendary Skeleton Suit. So as not to draw attention to himself (and the various weapons he bears), he wears a black trenchcoat over the entire outfit. The only thing special about the trenchcoat is that it has a microtitanium mesh woven into it, which offers it a degree of protection. A pair of well-worn half sunglasses are nearly always seen perched on the bridge of his nose, night or day.

Powers: Formerly believed to be none, Fox is slowly (and frighteningly) learning the ways of elemental magic. In addition to this, he has a knack for gut feelings, a dexterity that allows him to pick locks blindfolded, and a reaction time that rivals precognition. Oh, I take that back. He has always had one ability: weaponspeak. Able to channel the soul of the weapon, he can become one with any weapon he comes across... Unfortunately, as he quickly learns, despite having this ability, not all weapons have a high regard for him, and thus some are more difficult to connect with than others.

Spells: Mostly elemental style. Fox was never a natural magic user (or at least he thinks so), so every time he uses magic, it takes a great toll on him, usually in the form of internal injuries to his various organs. Luckily, IDSO recognized this would be a problem, and have seen fit to equip Fox with an internal nano med-surg system, which, given enough time, can handle most non-instantly fatal injuries to him.

Hand to Hand: Uses a mix of various martial arts styles, the main influences being Hapkido, Jeet Kun Do, and Kenpo Karate.

Weapons: Assassin’s Knife, SOG Seal Knife 2000, Sensyuro Katana, Beretta 92FS suppressed, HK MP5A3, HK MP7, Sig SG-550 (scoped), Tac-Ops Tango-51, AT-4, SMAW, Stinger RMP Block II, various other small arms. And chances are, if you give him something, he can probably figure out how to use it.

Ahh, the always changing Ionic Fox… originally under the guise of “Arkadion Sniper Fox”, IF has evolved a little to say the least. Equal parts suave covert intelligence agent, emotionally affected philosopher, and hopeless doofus, Fox can switch from a cold, ruthless assassin to an annoying little brat at the drop of a hat. Some say that this incredible polarity is an indication of a possible psychological condition. No comment will be made of this, suffice to say that there have been worse hypotheses in the past.

Not much is known about Fox’s childhood, and Fox himself possess no knowledge of it prior to his entrance into the “Academy”, IDSO’s special training facility set up to create its field agents, thanks to the mandatory brainwash IDSO requires of them. The purpose of this brainwash is manifold, reasons including an increased loyalty to the IDSO, a greater ability to objectify targets, and a minimization of liability arising from possible family interactions. In the Academy, Ionic was an exceptional student, excelling in both fieldcraft and the combat arts. Supposedly he even lifted the instructor’s wallet one day as a practical joke, but to his dismay, he soon found his own wallet had mysteriously disappeared as well. When he dead-dropped it off back to the instructor, lo and behold, his wallet reappeared in his mailbox. Nonetheless, he completed his years at the facility without a hitch and was grouped together with a few others to form a new operations group under the direction of one “Gold Owl”, an old veteran of the IDSO Operations Division, said to be possibly the second oldest (surviving) member of IDSO Op, having taken part in a long line of distinguished and completely classified operations which had earned him the code name designation of Gold. IDSO Op legend said that Owl had to be forced into a command position after reaching a certain age, as his fieldcraft knowledge was simply getting too valuable to risk loosing on an op that went completely awry. As such, they promised him command of an excellent unit, and gave him one of the top graduating classes of the Academy. Whether he was pleased to have a group of fresh individuals to mold in his image, or irritated at being given responsibility for baby-sitting a bunch of greenhorns was, and still is up for debate.

Fox’s first assignment was a true rookie mission; conduct surveillance on a small-town restaurant said to be the meeting place for a number of crime bosses. Simple enough job, case the joint, waltz in and order a plate or two, plant a wire mic and a radio transmitter, lie low for a little while in an unimpressive sedan some ways away, and listen to some fat guys talk about the usual sort of things; family, drugs, food, women, cars, sports, and of course who’s next in the list to get whacked. He was just getting settled in when his reception went on the fritz, wavering in and out. Cursing his luck, he grabbed a green duffel bag out of the back, stuffed the recording appartati in it, and headed toward the restaurant, trying to get a better signal. The night was dark and doggy, giving him perfect cover. But as he passed under a street lamp, he was stopped in his path by a man. Reflexively, Ionic drew his silenced 92FS, but faster than he realized, he was disarmed and put into a joint lock. However, rather than the sound of suppressed jacketed hollow point bullet passing through his apparently useless brain, he heard a voice… a voice strangely similar to his own. the next words he heard would affect him like no other.

“Hello son…”

Thus, Fox met his father, or at least the person claiming to be so. After a brief and incredibly awkward conversation, the older man gave over a sword, labeling it a family heirloom. Before Fox had much time to ask him about it, an explosion from the restaurant he was supposed to be watching yanked his attention away from the mysterious man. When he looked back, the man was gone. Lacking any better action, he run quickly over to the rubble, and after ensuring that none of his surveillance equipment could be traced back to him, made a hasty departure as the wail of sirens filled the gloomy night behind him.

IDSO’s analysts didn’t find anything malicious about the blade, but Fox didn’t see any need to carry it around; thus for a good many days it sat around in his apartment, gathering dust. However, when he received his next assignment, a slipcover job to masquerade as an Arkadion sniper also codenamed Fox, that would all change. Thus he would travel to the castle of one sorcerer Belgarath, and after a brief consultation position there, would follow a lead to the battlefields. Since then he has been slowly collecting information and observing everything around the fields, and has occasionally been involved with various missions and social interactions, the not least of which is an under running instinct in his blood to protect those who directly influence the nature of the universe. He now carries around the katana, named Sensyuro by the kanji on its tang, after it played a pivotal role in a rescue attempt. His skills with it are beyond anything he has a right to posses, and he ponders daily why this is so. He is slowly coming into the realm of magic, having been tutored the hard way how to use magic by a vampiric elf (long story). In short, he's seen a variety experiences in his so-far relatively short career.

But there is still one question neither he nor those he comes across can answer… and it's the one question whose answer he continues to search for...

Just who am I?

01-02-2003, 03:34 AM	#33
Ionic Fox Junior Member Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Classified Posts: 77 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts Points: 873.00 Bank: 500.00 Total Points: 1,373.00 Donate	Name: Ionic Fox Real Name: Unknown; family name assumed to be Kayarin from outside references Species: Human/Fox (it depends on what I feel like writing for him, so deal with it) Occupation: IDSO Special Agent Height: 5’ 8” Eye color: Emerald green Hair color: Hunter green Age: Around twenty-five years of age Appearance: Fair skinned, lithe but not bulky, Fox could easily blend into a crowd and uses this to his advantage often. Wears a technologically advanced body suit lovingly referred to as the “ninja suit.” The full capabilities of this suit are classified, though some of the demonstrated attributes include noise reduction, body homeostatic control, bleeding containment, and most usefully, a very high tensile strength. Heavily derived in design from FOX-HOUND’s legendary Skeleton Suit. So as not to draw attention to himself (and the various weapons he bears), he wears a black trenchcoat over the entire outfit. The only thing special about the trenchcoat is that it has a microtitanium mesh woven into it, which offers it a degree of protection. A pair of well-worn half sunglasses are nearly always seen perched on the bridge of his nose, night or day. Powers: Formerly believed to be none, Fox is slowly (and frighteningly) learning the ways of elemental magic. In addition to this, he has a knack for gut feelings, a dexterity that allows him to pick locks blindfolded, and a reaction time that rivals precognition. Oh, I take that back. He has always had one ability: weaponspeak. Able to channel the soul of the weapon, he can become one with any weapon he comes across... Unfortunately, as he quickly learns, despite having this ability, not all weapons have a high regard for him, and thus some are more difficult to connect with than others. Spells: Mostly elemental style. Fox was never a natural magic user (or at least he thinks so), so every time he uses magic, it takes a great toll on him, usually in the form of internal injuries to his various organs. Luckily, IDSO recognized this would be a problem, and have seen fit to equip Fox with an internal nano med-surg system, which, given enough time, can handle most non-instantly fatal injuries to him. Hand to Hand: Uses a mix of various martial arts styles, the main influences being Hapkido, Jeet Kun Do, and Kenpo Karate. Weapons: Assassin’s Knife, SOG Seal Knife 2000, Sensyuro Katana, Beretta 92FS suppressed, HK MP5A3, HK MP7, Sig SG-550 (scoped), Tac-Ops Tango-51, AT-4, SMAW, Stinger RMP Block II, various other small arms. And chances are, if you give him something, he can probably figure out how to use it. Ahh, the always changing Ionic Fox… originally under the guise of “Arkadion Sniper Fox”, IF has evolved a little to say the least. Equal parts suave covert intelligence agent, emotionally affected philosopher, and hopeless doofus, Fox can switch from a cold, ruthless assassin to an annoying little brat at the drop of a hat. Some say that this incredible polarity is an indication of a possible psychological condition. No comment will be made of this, suffice to say that there have been worse hypotheses in the past. Not much is known about Fox’s childhood, and Fox himself possess no knowledge of it prior to his entrance into the “Academy”, IDSO’s special training facility set up to create its field agents, thanks to the mandatory brainwash IDSO requires of them. The purpose of this brainwash is manifold, reasons including an increased loyalty to the IDSO, a greater ability to objectify targets, and a minimization of liability arising from possible family interactions. In the Academy, Ionic was an exceptional student, excelling in both fieldcraft and the combat arts. Supposedly he even lifted the instructor’s wallet one day as a practical joke, but to his dismay, he soon found his own wallet had mysteriously disappeared as well. When he dead-dropped it off back to the instructor, lo and behold, his wallet reappeared in his mailbox. Nonetheless, he completed his years at the facility without a hitch and was grouped together with a few others to form a new operations group under the direction of one “Gold Owl”, an old veteran of the IDSO Operations Division, said to be possibly the second oldest (surviving) member of IDSO Op, having taken part in a long line of distinguished and completely classified operations which had earned him the code name designation of Gold. IDSO Op legend said that Owl had to be forced into a command position after reaching a certain age, as his fieldcraft knowledge was simply getting too valuable to risk loosing on an op that went completely awry. As such, they promised him command of an excellent unit, and gave him one of the top graduating classes of the Academy. Whether he was pleased to have a group of fresh individuals to mold in his image, or irritated at being given responsibility for baby-sitting a bunch of greenhorns was, and still is up for debate. Fox’s first assignment was a true rookie mission; conduct surveillance on a small-town restaurant said to be the meeting place for a number of crime bosses. Simple enough job, case the joint, waltz in and order a plate or two, plant a wire mic and a radio transmitter, lie low for a little while in an unimpressive sedan some ways away, and listen to some fat guys talk about the usual sort of things; family, drugs, food, women, cars, sports, and of course who’s next in the list to get whacked. He was just getting settled in when his reception went on the fritz, wavering in and out. Cursing his luck, he grabbed a green duffel bag out of the back, stuffed the recording appartati in it, and headed toward the restaurant, trying to get a better signal. The night was dark and doggy, giving him perfect cover. But as he passed under a street lamp, he was stopped in his path by a man. Reflexively, Ionic drew his silenced 92FS, but faster than he realized, he was disarmed and put into a joint lock. However, rather than the sound of suppressed jacketed hollow point bullet passing through his apparently useless brain, he heard a voice… a voice strangely similar to his own. the next words he heard would affect him like no other. “Hello son…” Thus, Fox met his father, or at least the person claiming to be so. After a brief and incredibly awkward conversation, the older man gave over a sword, labeling it a family heirloom. Before Fox had much time to ask him about it, an explosion from the restaurant he was supposed to be watching yanked his attention away from the mysterious man. When he looked back, the man was gone. Lacking any better action, he run quickly over to the rubble, and after ensuring that none of his surveillance equipment could be traced back to him, made a hasty departure as the wail of sirens filled the gloomy night behind him. IDSO’s analysts didn’t find anything malicious about the blade, but Fox didn’t see any need to carry it around; thus for a good many days it sat around in his apartment, gathering dust. However, when he received his next assignment, a slipcover job to masquerade as an Arkadion sniper also codenamed Fox, that would all change. Thus he would travel to the castle of one sorcerer Belgarath, and after a brief consultation position there, would follow a lead to the battlefields. Since then he has been slowly collecting information and observing everything around the fields, and has occasionally been involved with various missions and social interactions, the not least of which is an under running instinct in his blood to protect those who directly influence the nature of the universe. He now carries around the katana, named Sensyuro by the kanji on its tang, after it played a pivotal role in a rescue attempt. His skills with it are beyond anything he has a right to posses, and he ponders daily why this is so. He is slowly coming into the realm of magic, having been tutored the hard way how to use magic by a vampiric elf (long story). In short, he's seen a variety experiences in his so-far relatively short career. But there is still one question neither he nor those he comes across can answer… and it's the one question whose answer he continues to search for... Just who am I?