Levran and Res

RAWR here we go, sry if it's confusing.

Name: Levran Draksor
Age: 34
Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at about Seven Feet and 3 inches, he wears a collared shirt which he typically keeps pulled up. The emblem on it is quite distinctive; it says, "Guess what my Anti-Drug is? Drugs." Orange and Yellow swirls make it impossible to see those words to all except the most "perceptive". The back is unremarkable, you know except for the face it is a giant array of paints, as if someone had taped it up and just threw whole globs of paint on it. Strangest thing? It keeps changing colors. Maybe he does it on purpose. As for the pants, they are tan cargo pants; boy does he love them cargo pants. Damn things make the whole world go round! Not too much more about his clothing, he typically wears running shoes, you never know when ya have to run from something. The design is the ever popular ZIKE, black as night for camouflage purpose, they glow in the dark thus neutralizing any ninja essence to them however.

His hair is jet black, and runs down his face in the ALSO EVER POPULAR emo look. Running down his left eye, since... well he does not HAVE ONE (If the hair ever reveals itself it'll just be a pirate patch covering it), he however always appears to be really preppy. The eyebrows, thick highly defined, despite the emo hair, HE DOES NOT HAVE THE MAKEUP! Jesusssss. His nose is medium sized and arched in rather than blaring out. Full lips... that's all you need to know ;). As for the face, well he does not get much sun time so it is a pale kind of color, yet with the modern advances in medicines and technology, he never gets sunburnt even when he does go out. Freckled to hell and back, he has a scar on his face from too much Acne, right side of his face where it is rather hard to tell. He flaunts two gigantic canines, not as bad as Dracula but still prominent enough to earn him the title "vampire" As for the ears... they're ears. They are not dumbo ears so what else do you need to know? His muscle strength is NIL, so he's basically screwed should someone decide to I donno molest him or something...

Also, on occasion he'll randomly wear a lab coat, it's just a normal lab coat, custom made. Seems he likes working side jobs for various labs. Granted, it's been a dry run lately but who knows, he might get lucky.

Personality: Yea, he is one spazzy bastard. He does not actually DO drugs; he just likes finding people that do. It is believed to be a fetish, or something. He calls it research though. Why, well.... It IS NOT KNOWN. Overall, extremely forgetful, simplistic, enjoys life A LOT, and has been asked where his marijuana dealer is and what the grade was. Smiles like crazy and when he smiles like crazy, you can see an almost shadow to it, that scary quality people who force themselves to smile have. Almost demonic *Shiver*. Yea, his favorite saying "Knowing is half the battle!" And to fit virus busting he has added "The Other half is knowing the chemicals entering your own body!" .... Yea, it does not make much sense either.

Additional Info: Makes a habit of holding onto a Lockpick, Chemical tester *For purity testing... but of what?*, and a handy dandy wallet full of all his prized possessions *Money* and carries french army knife *Complete with a white flag and a wine corkscrew*... *that's all it is really, no weapons there no siree*

PET Modifications: Data analyzer and data tester, for those errr "enhancements" that can be found on the net.

Name: Research Experiment Sigma Nickname: Res
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Type: Recover

Appearance: Where to start, Where to start.
First off, he is hunched over like that shady person you see in dark alleyways waiting to either sell you stuff or rape you. Take your pick. The hunch is almost as bad as a genetic malfunction but it is completely natural just his posture being horrible. Wearing a heavy dealer's coat, it contains all of his various "enhancements". His top hat (That is right I said top hat) is always on fire at the top, as if to signify his burning desire to get the most perfect stuff. The elegant blackness of it highly contrasts the shady dealer's appearance. Underneath the dealer's jacket is a jumpsuit like most other navis, however it is completely random. By that, I mean its color changes by the very second; I would call it a chameleon if it actually stayed one color for more than 1 second. However, no, it is multi colored as if a splash of paint was sprayed upon it second after second with multiple colors. His feet are pretty unremarkable except for the whole, except for the large amounts of smoke exhaled from them, some would assume it's because of the FIRE type that he is, others have their doubts.

His face has this worn out appearance, bags under the eyes that only TRUE sleep deprivation can attain. His mouth sloped downward as if it's impossible to smile, and yet he does which only adds more disturbing things to his appearance.

Personality: Being the result of Levran's many many research projects, Res is well, screwed up in the head. He doesn't act like he's on drugs, but he can't help but share his creators massive obsession with research, from viruses to the effects of enhancements on them and other navi's. His goal? Create the best damn stuff out there for the net. His method? Testing on viruses and/or navis.

Quick to react to a possible specimen it makes him quite overeager, some would say reckless and careless, while others would say enthusiastic and coldly calculating.

Lastly but not leastly, he's quite prone to random outbursts, it's believed by Levran that it's because of the attempt to mesh together so much research data, but either way they are sometimes comical and sometimes just stupid, the appearance of these outbursts is irratic at best.

Custom Weapon: A kitchen knife sized Surgical cutting tool. The tool is your standard surgical cutting tool sized to be used like a knife for those sticky extractions, useful for data separation. Also can be used as a lever, don't ask me how.

Signature Attack:
Angel's dust

Damage- ZERO
Debuffs- Confusion
Nerfs- Sacrifice
Total points- 80!


Res takes it upon himself to liberate his stomach of all it's data contents from his testing, in the form of a catalyst for FIRE. The red bile leaking from his mouth all the time is finally realized as it covers the opponent in a vile color, then taking a match and a sprayer out of one of the pockets in his magical dealer's jacket, he then sprays the victim and thusly lights it on fire. The "chemical" essence seeps into it, robbing its mind of all processes. To celebrate this new awakening of a comrade, Res then does the Circular dance of Success, something that is rather funny to watch and funny to be in Or so witnesses have been told at least.

Other Notes about RES: He loses 1 hp per turn thanks to a rather putrid data bile building up in his stomach and leaking out
Short of being terribly strange, there's nothing wrong here so far as I can see.


-Battlechips: 1xRageclaw, 1xCannon, 1xShotgun
-NCP: 1xUndrshrt, 1xATK+1, 1x CHG+1, 1xRPD+1
-Subchips: 2xMiniEnergy