One Who Bore Fangs at God.

Player: Sulaco

Character Name: Tzel

Age: 20's, exact age unknown

Sex: Male

Species: Coyote

Height/Weight: 6'3 / 225 lbs

Social Status: Outer class

Physical Description:

Unusual for his species, Tzel's fur is a shade of nearly black, smokey gray, contrasted by the slightly lighter-colored gray splashed down his front from throat to groin, as well as his inner arms, inner thighs, underside of his tail, and also on the bottoms of his paws and footpaws. His tail extends to his ankles, groomed and fluffy, and has a black tip. Whether he's clothed or not, Tzel always wears five black fabric bands on him - one tied around each of his biceps, one around each thigh, and one tied around the mid-section of his tail.

Like most coyotes, Tzel's ears are rather large. His light-gray fluffy eyebrows are very large and prominent, yet where a pair of eyes should be just under his brow is something entirely else; occupying his eye cavities is a terribly primitive-looking mechanical ocular device, surgically drilled into his skull by a set of screws and bolts. Its lenses normally shine an icy hue of light blue, though their brightness levels tend to change frequently, leaving them rather dim 2/3 of the time. Closer examination of his face may suggest that he was a fairly handsome young male a few years ago, yet much of that appeal has long departed, now replaced by something predatory and hardened.

Although it may be easy to miss at first, all of his flesh tissue, such as his tongue and mouth, is solid black.

Tzel's figure speaks years upon years of the most fanatical, brutal conditioning to shape him to the apex of physical ability. But insteading of having a rippling six pack of swimmer's abs and other sharp muscle details, Tzel's build consists of smooth, firm muscle curves densely packed under his sleek pelt, with only a few subtle lines of definition here and there. His paws and footpaws are rather large and rugged, each having thick black pads and blunt-clawed digits. Being digitigrade, Tzel foregoes footwear and carries himself with firm, springy motion on his rough footpads and toes. His movements tend to be coordinatedly sharp and snappish, as opposed to being gracefully fluid like the smoother actions of a feline or reptile.

Clearly at home in low temperatures, Tzel's outfit is minimally covering; his foundational garment is a black mokko fundoshi, leaving bare his thickly-muscled thighs and allowing for maximum flexibility. Around its back waistband are a few pouches used in place of pockets. Starting just above his knees and ending at the metatarsi of his footpaws are a pair of tight black leggings, which serve as fabric cushioning for the armored kneepads and greaves worn on them. His forearms and paws are protected by similarly crafted matte black armor gauntlets. Hugging his torso is a tight black vest, its material being perhaps half a centimeter thick. Aside from the neck collar and a couple externally visible seams and zippers, it closely conforms to Tzel's every bodily curve like a second skin, stretching and expanding with his movements, yet having few fabric folds. Kept strapped to his upper back is a black waterproof satchel.

Tzel has a tendancy to frequently look over his shoulder for no apparent reason, and always seems to have the subtle scent of smoke about him. Should he be heard speaking, his low voice has a thick Hebraic accent roughened by its hard, growling quality, each syllable firmly pronounced, and his speech is often accompanied by more primitive coyote vocalizations to communicate more abstract things.

The apparently primitive machine-eyes fastened into Tzel's skull seem to be suffering from constantly decreasing performance, and often flicker or seem to black out, requiring Tzel to flick them or shake his head in order to keep them working.


Background:

Tzel is a faceless face in the crowd, one of the countless fleeting shadows in a city made of shadows. He tends to keep a low profile, stalking the narrow pathways between the fist of the Ministry and the claws of the powerful Undercity crime syndicates. Few know him, and due to his tendancies to speak in brief terms or riddles, even fewer know anything about him. His purpose in Einheit City, if he ever had one, is one that he doesn't care to address in very specific terms.

Tzel's physical description matches that of Ministry database file titled: "Case 799 - Judas". No crimes, record, or information on his background are listed. Aside from a small number of surveillance photos of him, species information, and description of his physical appearance, the file notes the following:

"Not considered a threat, but should 'Judas' commit a hostile act against the Ministry or UniClass, Low Ministry personnel are instructed to immediately alert Low Ministry Command and await further orders."

Further information is either unavailable or classified.

Personality:

Once driven by a purpose so immeasurably great that he was willing to do the unthinkable, Tzel is little more than a grim shadow of his former self, a ghost drifting with the cold Fimbulvetr wind. Rarely does he divulge information about himself or why he came to Einheit City, and if he does, it's often in riddles or growling nonsense. Emotionally, Tzel is a tangled mess which might prove contradictory, erratic, or even dangerous to try and read; exploding into a violent blood-frenzy one moment, while being a quiet, brooding guilt-crushed wreck the next. Although he does seem capable of handling things rationally enough to survive, Tzel may appear to teeter on the edge of madness at times. Then again, he's hardly a unique case, being only one of many similar hollow wanderers in Einheit City, a place where dreams go to die, and those who dare to dream find only nightmare.

In the past he's been observed displaying a deep streak of racism towards hybrids, felines and reptiles, though at times his actions seem to contradict this. Still, Tzel's interaction with members of the aforementioned species is often flavored with cruel racial slurs and snarling contempt, even if he might somehow decide to be relatively co-operative at a given moment. Whether his recent increase of apparent tolerance is genuine or not, is yet to be seen.

Of course, one obvious exception is that he will never intentionally get in the way of UniClass hybrids, knowing full well that such an act could have him looking down the barrel of a Ministry rifle soon after.

Perhaps the only obviously positive change for him has been the tiny number of friends he's acquired... If they can even be referred to as plural, and his general policy of maintaining emotional distance seems to still stand. He does seem open to some interaction with others, though it's often made difficult by his erratic, sometimes violent behavior, tactless speech, warningless comings and goings, and an underlaying streak of alpha male aggression.

Weapons/Equipment:

- Barak-VII low-bore .440 auto-revolver (Concealed in a special holster inside his satchel. Practically never used.)
- Haganah 01 (Nanofiber/ceramic-plate body armor. See physical description. Provides ballistic and blade protection for torso, forearms, and lower legs.)
- Combat knife (Held in a sheath strapped to his thigh)
- Tonfa (Stored in a bike compartment. Sometimes carried on his back.)
- Schwarzergeist 050 motorcycle (Discontinued/extinct model. Customized.)