<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/275/1/2/lightning_warrior_by_justmick-d5gkni6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Torian Blackmaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268372.msg13301730#msg13301730)<br/><strong>Logcation:</strong> 21<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jane, Cross<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "I'd rather not. You're not really my type," he said with a laugh and nod of his head toward Jane. She didn't need much defending though and snapped back at the man just fine. Still things were pretty light considering they had all passed the first portion of the exam so it didn't feel truly malicious, even if she was at least serious. <br/><br/>Torian could only grin and rub his bald head when asked if he was even human due to the weight he ran with being so much more than the others, yet he did it like it was easy. He chuckled and held a hand criss-crossed with faint scars up to the sun, examining it while both said their piece about if he was human, and if he was modified.<br/><br/> "Ha. She's right, I'm still human. Though I'm definitely not normal. Name's Torian. My clan, my family. It's uh, tradition lets call it, that from infancy basically we are pushed, and poked, and prodded, and trained, and tortured, and beaten until we've been forced beyond the traditional limits of human potential in mind and body. It's the only way to survive the process that makes us how we are. And each of us has a speciality, so we're all a little different. Mine is CQC, Close-Quarters Combat. I'm pretty good with weapons, but I prefer my hands and feet. I'm stronger, faster, I know just how to hit someone to incapaciate them, paralyze, kill. Etcetera." He couldn't give away all his secrets after all. "So yeah, modded in a way. But damn it was a hard road to get there. I don't suggest it."<br/><br/></span><br/>