Strengths: Strengths: Intelligence, efficiency, basically a tank physically speaking. Weaknesses: Lazy, disrespectful (sometimes including being a jackass), doesn't want to care about anyone, used to being way stronger than everyone else and having to exercise control. Doesn't like to work within the system or explain himself to anyone.
Abilities: As a Gear, Sol in his game is quite powerful without ever unleashing his full power. In the game he wears a band over his forehead to both cover the brand on his forehead and to suppress his more extreme powers and keep his humanity intact. Sol's magic abilities are flame-based, and the Gear form that he never ever wants to resort to is dragon-based. He fights with Fuuenken (Fireseal), a thing that doesn't fully bother to be a sword (may or may not have a sharp edge) but does greatly amplify his fire magic. In addition to that, Sol's been a geneticist and engineer, and is genius-level even if he's not in the habit of showing it any longer. He's also been shown to have some very fast healing/regenerative powers.
First Person: [Sol didn't specifically introduce himself when he arrived, and he hasn't turned on his communicator to do so now. There's no point. These people aren't his friends, and he doesn't feel any need to make friends with them.
This whole place is a goddamn waste of time, as far as Sol is concerned. At least there doesn't seem to be anything expected of him that he's picked up on yet.
Words slur together, not so much any particular accent as Sol just not caring enough to enunciate clearly, pushing words where they'll be less effort to talk, instead.]
Anyone know where I can get'a record player?
[No? Pretty much expected. He shakes his wrist at his face, completely uncaring -- but not unaware -- of how that makes the video feed shift.]
Or at least how t'put music on this?
[It should certainly be possible engineering-wise, so if no one's done it he'll try to figure it out himself. I would just be easier to use someone else's work if they've already done it. Or if he can get them to.]
Third Person: Sol didn't like to be tied to anything, and he liked even less this new little gadget that had appeared on his wrist and didn't seem to react as expected to being roughly slammed into a wall. Theory was if he could use it to communicate it could probably at minimum be used to track him, and possibly even listen in on his conversations. None of that was something Sol wanted to put up with, and not being able to constantly communicate with the people here would be an advantage to ditching the piece. He wasn't much for communication as a general rule anyway.
But so far he'd tried stomping on the thing, tried melting the face off, then finally gone in with a good heated whack with Fireseal, and he hadn't so much as deformed the face. Fucking ridiculous, was what it was, the kind of thing the IPF would have gathered up and locked in some vault buried underground. And that was where things got really freaky, because Sol definitely wasn't a part of the International Police Force, but he could usually think a little clearer than any of the actual members, and his attempts to leave the watch piece behind simply didn't work.
None of that inclined him towards the piece, or using it the way it was apparently intended to be used. (It did make him wonder about the material and how hard it was to machine, what process they'd had to use to get it into the shape it was in now -- all things that didn't matter and that he wouldn't pursue, but he would waste a full minute, two at most, pondering.)
It wasn't until after he'd tried to outright destroy it that he tried to open it up, going in there first with a screwdriver and then with a hammer and chisel to try to force the thing apart. At that point, it wasn't really a surprise that it didn't work, and while Sol wasn't going to give up on it -- having his own personal tracking device wasn't on the same level as dragging him to a lab and experimenting on him to make him what he was now, but it was still unpleasant -- he wasn't going to pour additional effort on the matter. It would only be wasted energy.
[canon] Sol Badguy | Guilty Gear | Reserve | 3 of 3
Strengths: Strengths: Intelligence, efficiency, basically a tank physically speaking.
Weaknesses: Lazy, disrespectful (sometimes including being a jackass), doesn't want to care about anyone, used to being way stronger than everyone else and having to exercise control. Doesn't like to work within the system or explain himself to anyone.
Abilities: As a Gear, Sol in his game is quite powerful without ever unleashing his full power. In the game he wears a band over his forehead to both cover the brand on his forehead and to suppress his more extreme powers and keep his humanity intact. Sol's magic abilities are flame-based, and the Gear form that he never ever wants to resort to is dragon-based. He fights with Fuuenken (Fireseal), a thing that doesn't fully bother to be a sword (may or may not have a sharp edge) but does greatly amplify his fire magic. In addition to that, Sol's been a geneticist and engineer, and is genius-level even if he's not in the habit of showing it any longer. He's also been shown to have some very fast healing/regenerative powers.
First Person:
[Sol didn't specifically introduce himself when he arrived, and he hasn't turned on his communicator to do so now. There's no point. These people aren't his friends, and he doesn't feel any need to make friends with them.
This whole place is a goddamn waste of time, as far as Sol is concerned. At least there doesn't seem to be anything expected of him that he's picked up on yet.
Words slur together, not so much any particular accent as Sol just not caring enough to enunciate clearly, pushing words where they'll be less effort to talk, instead.]
Anyone know where I can get'a record player?
[No? Pretty much expected. He shakes his wrist at his face, completely uncaring -- but not unaware -- of how that makes the video feed shift.]
Or at least how t'put music on this?
[It should certainly be possible engineering-wise, so if no one's done it he'll try to figure it out himself. I would just be easier to use someone else's work if they've already done it. Or if he can get them to.]
Third Person:
Sol didn't like to be tied to anything, and he liked even less this new little gadget that had appeared on his wrist and didn't seem to react as expected to being roughly slammed into a wall. Theory was if he could use it to communicate it could probably at minimum be used to track him, and possibly even listen in on his conversations. None of that was something Sol wanted to put up with, and not being able to constantly communicate with the people here would be an advantage to ditching the piece. He wasn't much for communication as a general rule anyway.
But so far he'd tried stomping on the thing, tried melting the face off, then finally gone in with a good heated whack with Fireseal, and he hadn't so much as deformed the face. Fucking ridiculous, was what it was, the kind of thing the IPF would have gathered up and locked in some vault buried underground. And that was where things got really freaky, because Sol definitely wasn't a part of the International Police Force, but he could usually think a little clearer than any of the actual members, and his attempts to leave the watch piece behind simply didn't work.
None of that inclined him towards the piece, or using it the way it was apparently intended to be used. (It did make him wonder about the material and how hard it was to machine, what process they'd had to use to get it into the shape it was in now -- all things that didn't matter and that he wouldn't pursue, but he would waste a full minute, two at most, pondering.)
It wasn't until after he'd tried to outright destroy it that he tried to open it up, going in there first with a screwdriver and then with a hammer and chisel to try to force the thing apart. At that point, it wasn't really a surprise that it didn't work, and while Sol wasn't going to give up on it -- having his own personal tracking device wasn't on the same level as dragging him to a lab and experimenting on him to make him what he was now, but it was still unpleasant -- he wasn't going to pour additional effort on the matter. It would only be wasted energy.