Name: Ena Contact Info: enabeans@plurk Other Characters Played: Alphonse Elric, Cain Knightlord Preferred Apartment: None.
Character Name: Tres Iqus, aka HC IIIX Hercules Tres Iqus, aka Gunslinger. Canon: Trinity Blood Canon Point: During the search for the 'Lady Saint'. Background/History:Here.
Personality: Father HC IIIX Tres Iqus is one of ten "Killing Doll" mechanical soldiers created by Vatican scientist Professor Gepetto Garibaldi, and because of his cyborg status he does not seem to possess any more emotion than a machine would be expected to. However, he does have a human brain stem, and has been seen to make decisions that could be deemed as illogical on a few occasions – the most notably when he declares he is ‘out of bullets’ instead of fulfilling his orders to kill, and then showing he is certainly not when he shoots an enemy a few moments later.
Aside from these extremely rare minor displays, Tres is in all ways a perfect machine. He will follow orders with a precision no human could attain, and his actions are always irrefutably logical. He does not follow the usual human pattern of tact, and will bluntly speak of things other people may use euphemism for.
The main drive behind Tres is his boss, or owner, Caterina Sforza. She came to him when he was near-destroyed and offered him a position working for her in the AX. He refused, but agreed to become her possession instead. He is almost obsessively protective over her, and when his missions send him into the field away from where he can guard her, it has been noted he seems anxious to return to Rome and her side.
His loyalty to her is absolute, as shown in a fight he engages in with the only other Killing Doll to survive (IIX) he replies to the statement ‘You are only a machine’ with the words ‘Negative. I am the Duchess of Milan’s machine.’
Abilities/Powers: As a machine, Tres is capable of a few things that 'normal' humans aren't. The first of which is information storage and processing; he can store mass amounts of accurate information in his memory processors, and calculate possible outcomes with mathematical precision.
The greatest, and most important, of his abilities is his 'gunslinging'. His guns are specially loaded with silver-tipped bullets and he most commonly wields two at once. He can calculate pinpoint accuracy, draw, and fire in millionths of a second. He has no mercy (or very little) and will generally shoot to kill.
Sample Entry:[This was no longer the Vatican, the architectural style not even speaking of Rome any longer.]
Requesting communication with Sister Kate Scott.
[He waited for 3.5 seconds for a reply, receiving nothing. If he was out of range of Sister Kate’s transmissions then he had certainly been transported far from where he should be. The first course of action, therefore, would be to put out a transmission open to all AX operatives and make contact with the nearest.]
This is HC IIIX Tres Iqus, codename "Gunslinger". Requesting contact from AX operatives.
Sample Entry Two: If a machine could be said to be unhappy, then Tres Iqus was a distinctly unhappy machine. The moment he had arrived in this city, he had run diagnostics to determine his location, as well as activate his internal tracking and GPS to pinpoint how far he was from the Vatican.
None worked. He must be severely malfunctioning to not be able to tell where he was or how to return to Rome, an internal memo was filed and flagged as high importance to speak to Father William Wordsworth once he returned for repairs.
It took 0.54 seconds to run through all potential logical reasons for his relocation to an unknown place, and whittle them down to the most probable. There was to be an assassination attempt on the Duchess of Milan, and her bodyguards were being scattered. A hand went immediately towards his gun holster, lips already forming the flat words: ‘Battle system: Initiated’ when his fingers met thin air instead of the metallic butt of a gun.
Weaponless.
The situation had now moved into urgent, and there was no more time to wait in idle speculation (of which he had already wasted 0.76 seconds), he must find where he was and who was responsible. Opening the door to his room, mismatched eyes processed the hallway as he set off looking for answers.
Tres Iqus / Trinity Blood / Reserved
Contact Info: enabeans@plurk
Other Characters Played: Alphonse Elric, Cain Knightlord
Preferred Apartment: None.
Character Name: Tres Iqus, aka HC IIIX Hercules Tres Iqus, aka Gunslinger.
Canon: Trinity Blood
Canon Point: During the search for the 'Lady Saint'.
Background/History: Here.
Personality: Father HC IIIX Tres Iqus is one of ten "Killing Doll" mechanical soldiers created by Vatican scientist Professor Gepetto Garibaldi, and because of his cyborg status he does not seem to possess any more emotion than a machine would be expected to. However, he does have a human brain stem, and has been seen to make decisions that could be deemed as illogical on a few occasions – the most notably when he declares he is ‘out of bullets’ instead of fulfilling his orders to kill, and then showing he is certainly not when he shoots an enemy a few moments later.
Aside from these extremely rare minor displays, Tres is in all ways a perfect machine. He will follow orders with a precision no human could attain, and his actions are always irrefutably logical. He does not follow the usual human pattern of tact, and will bluntly speak of things other people may use euphemism for.
The main drive behind Tres is his boss, or owner, Caterina Sforza. She came to him when he was near-destroyed and offered him a position working for her in the AX. He refused, but agreed to become her possession instead. He is almost obsessively protective over her, and when his missions send him into the field away from where he can guard her, it has been noted he seems anxious to return to Rome and her side.
His loyalty to her is absolute, as shown in a fight he engages in with the only other Killing Doll to survive (IIX) he replies to the statement ‘You are only a machine’ with the words ‘Negative. I am the Duchess of Milan’s machine.’
Abilities/Powers: As a machine, Tres is capable of a few things that 'normal' humans aren't. The first of which is information storage and processing; he can store mass amounts of accurate information in his memory processors, and calculate possible outcomes with mathematical precision.
The greatest, and most important, of his abilities is his 'gunslinging'. His guns are specially loaded with silver-tipped bullets and he most commonly wields two at once. He can calculate pinpoint accuracy, draw, and fire in millionths of a second. He has no mercy (or very little) and will generally shoot to kill.
Sample Entry: [This was no longer the Vatican, the architectural style not even speaking of Rome any longer.]
Requesting communication with Sister Kate Scott.
[He waited for 3.5 seconds for a reply, receiving nothing. If he was out of range of Sister Kate’s transmissions then he had certainly been transported far from where he should be. The first course of action, therefore, would be to put out a transmission open to all AX operatives and make contact with the nearest.]
This is HC IIIX Tres Iqus, codename "Gunslinger". Requesting contact from AX operatives.
Additional: Previous Game Post.
Sample Entry Two: If a machine could be said to be unhappy, then Tres Iqus was a distinctly unhappy machine. The moment he had arrived in this city, he had run diagnostics to determine his location, as well as activate his internal tracking and GPS to pinpoint how far he was from the Vatican.
None worked. He must be severely malfunctioning to not be able to tell where he was or how to return to Rome, an internal memo was filed and flagged as high importance to speak to Father William Wordsworth once he returned for repairs.
It took 0.54 seconds to run through all potential logical reasons for his relocation to an unknown place, and whittle them down to the most probable. There was to be an assassination attempt on the Duchess of Milan, and her bodyguards were being scattered. A hand went immediately towards his gun holster, lips already forming the flat words: ‘Battle system: Initiated’ when his fingers met thin air instead of the metallic butt of a gun.
Weaponless.
The situation had now moved into urgent, and there was no more time to wait in idle speculation (of which he had already wasted 0.76 seconds), he must find where he was and who was responsible. Opening the door to his room, mismatched eyes processed the hallway as he set off looking for answers.