Abilities/Powers: Basic combat enhancements: speed and strength increased, regeneration, able to grow back body parts and probably revive from cardiac arrest and the like. He's able to crush concrete and literally spit out bullets after getting shot up, though his actual techniques and skill aren't anything special. All of his abilities come from the Cerberus Spine. Items/Weapons: His pistols (Mauser C96 and Luger P08) and some ammunition.
Sample Entry: [ Heine would much prefer to avoid talking to large groups of people, but he doesn't have much of a choice if he wants any information. But more importantly, he has this to say first, voice flat and unimpressed: ]
I'm not much of a dog person. [ The phone is aimed at himself, but he turns it around with a dizzying swing to show the ground where there's the corpse of a Double Head, along with the splattered remains of something else. ]
Hope that wasn't anybody's pet.
[ Heine turns the phone back around, shrugs slightly and rubs the back of his neck. He has an itchy trigger finger at the best of times, and this place sets his teeth on edge. Shooting something up had sort of helped, actually. ] I'm just going to assume that everything is normally this fucked up.
[ That's how he asks his questions, yeah. Feel free to contradict him on that assumption, or just vehemently agree. ]
done.
Basic combat enhancements: speed and strength increased, regeneration, able to grow back body parts and probably revive from cardiac arrest and the like. He's able to crush concrete and literally spit out bullets after getting shot up, though his actual techniques and skill aren't anything special. All of his abilities come from the Cerberus Spine.
Items/Weapons:
His pistols (Mauser C96 and Luger P08) and some ammunition.
Sample Entry:
[ Heine would much prefer to avoid talking to large groups of people, but he doesn't have much of a choice if he wants any information. But more importantly, he has this to say first, voice flat and unimpressed: ]
I'm not much of a dog person. [ The phone is aimed at himself, but he turns it around with a dizzying swing to show the ground where there's the corpse of a Double Head, along with the splattered remains of something else. ]
Hope that wasn't anybody's pet.
[ Heine turns the phone back around, shrugs slightly and rubs the back of his neck. He has an itchy trigger finger at the best of times, and this place sets his teeth on edge. Shooting something up had sort of helped, actually. ] I'm just going to assume that everything is normally this fucked up.
[ That's how he asks his questions, yeah. Feel free to contradict him on that assumption, or just vehemently agree. ]
Sample Entry Two: Sample one, sample two.