Xerxezz
Human
Age: Looks about 25, but is in fact far older.
Xerxezz stands a full 195cm tall and his hair has a distinctive red color. Most of the time he wears a modified ODST ôHelljumperö combat suit with the words ôDemo Corpö stenciled on the upper arm.
Apart from various knick-knacks carried in his pouches he also carries a large duffel-bag that he usually has slung over his shoulder.
Most of the time he is relaxed and easygoing, with a penchant for making smart-ass comments. He is very impulsive and reckless, and usually just makes decisions as he goes. He is a simple man with simple pleasures, and tries to live an as uncomplicated life as possible.
His simplistic nature makes people think of him as an idiot, which isnÆt entirely true. He is quite good at operating most forms of machinery and hardware, and he is no slouch with computers either. He also has an excellent grasp of tactics and strategy, but he seems to prefer the brute force approach to solving problems.
He becomes even more impulsive and reckless in combat, to the point that he disregards his own personal safety as well as that of his allies to finish off an enemy.
His physical abilities are rather average, but he can still be a devastating foe in combat. The duffel-bag he always carries with him is a bag of never-ending weapons. It has been in his possession for years, but it was only recently during an attempt to summon the god of dice that he got some control over the weapons he pulls out. He is highly skilled with most kinds of weaponry and military hardware, and can handle everything from handguns, to tanks and nuclear warheads.
His weapon of choice seems to be the MR-70 Nuke Launcher, with a multitude of warhead configurations, both conventional and unconventional.
The more impulsive and reckless he becomes the more he loses his situational awareness. This becomes abundantly clear during combat, as he become clumsy and trips over his own feet.
The only supernatural ability he has displayed is that he is almost impervious to most kinds of injuries, bordering on immortality. He has accidentally set of explosives in his face more then once, but it has never left him with anything worse then some singed hair, a couple of bruises and some scorch marks on his suit. Allies usually learn to keep a good distance away from him when he begins to dig around in his bag.
The clumsy irrational and reckless guy is a sharp contrast to the calm and professional soldier he had once been. A war veteran, his aggressive and insane behavior is his own way of coping with the stress.
His companion is a rampant (insane) female AI inhabiting his combat suit, Joyeuse, or ôJoyö as she likes to be called. She is a very annoying AI with a penchant for stating the obvious, she usually doesnÆt focus on anything for too long, and her trail of thought usually derails quite quickly. When they first meet Xerxezz tried virtually everything to get the AI out of his suit, but as time went by he began to find the AIÆs insane chatter reassuring. It is yet unknown which one of the two is the more insane, but people generally say it is Xerxezz.
He spent some time dimension hoping and worked in various military roles. After an accident involving a nuclear weapon and an unstable spatial and temporal vortex he ended up in TFF City. His general insanity made him fit right in and he decided to stay. He did various odd-jobs, the last of which was as an electrician.
He is currently married to Tsuroko Aoyama and Joyeuse due to a mistake at a friends wedding.
Tsuroko: Heir of the GodÆs-Cry School of kenjutsu and MotokoÆs older sister.
Joy: Insane female AI inhabiting XerxezzÆs combat suit. A combat and infiltration AI specifically designed for soldiers in the field.
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Take KeitaroÆs clumsiness and immortality, add an insane ANBU Demo Corp member and mix it, serve it with an insane AI.
A clumsy Demo expertà Every RPG/crack fic needs one!