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  Nickname: Fog.
  Gender: Male.
  Race: Human
  Assumed Age: 21.
  Height: 5'9'.
  Weight: 185lbs.
  Appearance: Short black hair, Green eyes, Light tan, Worn eyes.
  Personality: Indifferent, Educated, Apathy, Cautious, Sarcastic, Dead nerves, Improvising, Logical, Static, Unnatural Aura, and Honorable
  Clothing: 2e Skin ninja suit, with t-shirt and sports pants, a white/gray/black scholar robe with cap that has a collar build into the robe that's just above his mouth. With socks that act as shoes.
  
  Main weapon: Launcher (ER: 100-250m, till 100mm Shells) & Gunblade (5 shots, ER: 500-1500m, till 30mm Shells) (Blade itself is a solid core wrapped around silver, this gunblade mainly acts as a -blade-).
  Was gifted a C14 TimberWolf.
  
  Abilities: Superior learning, Great Intellect, Focus, Extreme reflexes, Heightened hearing and sight, Agile.
  Skills: Engineering, Physics, Dueling, Martial arts, precise aim, Light step.
  
  Fog was left in a abandoned cave at almost infant age, and had to struggle to survive in the pitch black cave.
  Fog survived by living off what he could find in the cave for many years, until one day he found a ray of light, and followed this light.
  It put him right in the middle of a battlefield, hostile to both sides.
  After surviving the fight, he became a wandering scavenger.
  One day on his travels he came to a large city, this was his first encounter with society.
  From the courtyard of the city, he heard a beautiful voice, he climb'd the highest tower of the city, and found a temple priestess.
  Be it fate, be it nature, be it luck, they spend the night together the same day...
  Fog was quite pleased with the society, the people were friendly, and there was a lot of new interesting stuff to observe.
  He hid his combat prowess by becoming an inventor, and quickly joined the Guild.
  Fog first loved and respected by all, one day came in a awkward position.
  He was betray'd and the guild now wanted money from him.
  Fog, firstly, only having the gold he could carry, and seeing it more as gift tokens then actually real matter, was severely insulted by this.
  "I worked for free the entire time" Was one of his first comments.
  Fog not knowing the pathetic nature of common humans, did not understand they simply wanted him gone for his prowess.
  He declared that he will simply do any assignment they see fit.
  The guild master refused, saying he does not have the proper rank to do any "official" work.
  Fog challenged the guild master, in both mental and physical combat, after an utter defeat of the guild master on the mental aspect, declared his right to become the new guild master, the guild master refused, and simply removed the current law.
  He was not allowed to do any work anymore, even beyond the guild, for they exiled him from the guild.
  They also declared his wife to be their property, by which Fog declared this entire human string was now declared his enemy.
  Fog, that was perfectly nature'd, swept a crowstorm over the city, of which the darkness was so thick, the people even forgot who casted it.
  
  The priestess ask't only one thing from Fog after all this: Don't become what they want you to become, save people.
  Fog became a free-of-charge merc, with a freelance contract with the world government, even if that will never be acknowledged.
  Doing any project he seems worthy.
  
  Comes from the year 1720.

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