Kiuza D. Braza
The Weaponsmith
In a couple of sentences:
A strange one, even among his own people, Kiuza prides himself on the technical skills he possesses in regards to developing firearms, or even blades, though those have been losing a market for decades now. A genius in tailor making a tools to kill a particular species in the most efficient way possible, he is easily seen as cruel in his methods. Anything for progress is how he sees it. Nothing takes priority over his work, and he has been known to test out his latest designs on those having profound wisdom to ignore his requests for solitude. Kiuza is old enough to have several stories in that somewhat twisted head, but only ever feels like opening up after prolonged encounters with persistent enough people. Those eyes of his are always on the move though, never is there a moment where he isn't calculating a method to take out those around him should he need to. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Kiuza D. Braza
➘ Aliases: Kiuza, Unintelligible Lizard Noises, The Weaponsmith
➘ Age (Lived Years): A little over a century now, which puts him middle aged for his kind.
➘ Physical Age: It's hard to gauge his visible age by standard definitions.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Naki [Click for more information]
➘ Body Type: An almost gladiator style build covered in scales despite doing anything but such brawling. Blessed be the genetics of his race.
➘ Height: 7'0"
➘ Weight: 295 lbs
➘ Coordination: He's not a fighter so outside of the fine movement's he needs for doing his work, maybe a little above average.
➘ Reflexes: About average, animalistic instincts kick in now and then.
➘ Physical Strength: Stronger than a typical human, nothing too crazy though.
Appearance
➘ Kiuza stands taller than the average human by far, and without his armor would look to be a bipedal creature from before man walked on the earth. Claws and a tail to boot, his figure at a glance is a menacing one, which wouldn't be too far off from the norm of his people. His kind come in two varieties, smooth skinned, and scaled, to which he belongs to the later, boasting a deep green and teal mix of scaling. His eyes like most reptiles are vertical slits, pupils narrow and surrounded in an eerie dull green iris and cornea. Considering his build is anything but average in the universe, what he has in terms of clothing is designed to fit him alone. On his home world, his scaling is his attire for the most part, taking a "less is more" approach to the matter. That said, when traveling around anywhere else dons a full body suit to enclose his form and regulate the environment within. Straight to the point it's to protect him from the unknown, a sudden drop in temperature would send his body into shock and likely kill him in minutes. Even if it were gradual, a change in climate below anything temperate would bring whatever he wanted to a halt.
At his waist is a rather complicated looking belt with more than a hand full of devices latched onto it, all presumably for his work. Worn pants hang loosely at his hips held up by the belt alone, because it would be quite the shame if people were to see what he was packing below the belt. There really isn't much in terms of footwear that could be considered comfortable, but to please others when walking about he does have them wrapped up to a degree.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single, though he's heard that there's an arranged marriage waiting for him back home.
➘ Immediate Family: Too many siblings to list. His father, Drago Braza; His mother, Kulana Braza.
➘ Allies: His companions searching for the Ocean weapon
➘ Enemies: The Zeloan Empire
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: N/A
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
➘ Sociability: Kiuza talks when needed, otherwise choosing to keep to himself unless dragged into a conversation.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, though he's never looked at anyone that wasn't of his kind in a sexual manner.
➘ Lures: Anything technological that he's never seen before,
➘ Savvies: Eidetic memory when it comes to technical specifications of any item, tactical planning, designing weapons and gadgets, shooting.
➘ Ineptities: Holding a conversation, empathy for his actions, prolonged physical activity, being told what to do.
➘ Profession: Businessman, Weapon Designer/Technician
➘ Education: Highly educated on his homeworld with focus on math, science, and engineering.
➘ Hobbies: Taking apart weapons and gadgets to understanding the inner workings that make them function. On a similar note for reasons relating, he enjoys researching how various lifeforms function biologically. then using such interests to create a wide variety of lethal and debilitating devices.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: U'evello, Tallist-3c
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: N/A
➘ Virtues: Diligence, Kindness
➘ Vices: Pride, Wrath
➘ Likes: Temperate weather, being alone in his workshop, rhythmic music, target practice, keeping up to date on current events, technical reading, fresh meat.
➘ Dislikes: The cold (obviously), processed and artificially created food (give him a good cut of meat any day), interruptions in his work. needless banter.
➘ Affiliations: The Braza Clan, other families on Tallist-3c, a number of defense contractors to sell his weapons through.
➘ Addictions: Not that he's addicted, but he does have a habit of abusing stims when trying to reach deadlines.
➘ Handicaps: His kind are notorious for relatively weakened immune systems when off of their homeworld.
➘ Medical Conditions: His body can't process leafy greens, they simply make him vomit.
➘ Full Name: Kiuza D. Braza
➘ Aliases: Kiuza, Unintelligible Lizard Noises, The Weaponsmith
➘ Age (Lived Years): A little over a century now, which puts him middle aged for his kind.
➘ Physical Age: It's hard to gauge his visible age by standard definitions.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Naki [Click for more information]
➘ Body Type: An almost gladiator style build covered in scales despite doing anything but such brawling. Blessed be the genetics of his race.
➘ Height: 7'0"
➘ Weight: 295 lbs
➘ Coordination: He's not a fighter so outside of the fine movement's he needs for doing his work, maybe a little above average.
➘ Reflexes: About average, animalistic instincts kick in now and then.
➘ Physical Strength: Stronger than a typical human, nothing too crazy though.
Appearance
➘ Kiuza stands taller than the average human by far, and without his armor would look to be a bipedal creature from before man walked on the earth. Claws and a tail to boot, his figure at a glance is a menacing one, which wouldn't be too far off from the norm of his people. His kind come in two varieties, smooth skinned, and scaled, to which he belongs to the later, boasting a deep green and teal mix of scaling. His eyes like most reptiles are vertical slits, pupils narrow and surrounded in an eerie dull green iris and cornea. Considering his build is anything but average in the universe, what he has in terms of clothing is designed to fit him alone. On his home world, his scaling is his attire for the most part, taking a "less is more" approach to the matter. That said, when traveling around anywhere else dons a full body suit to enclose his form and regulate the environment within. Straight to the point it's to protect him from the unknown, a sudden drop in temperature would send his body into shock and likely kill him in minutes. Even if it were gradual, a change in climate below anything temperate would bring whatever he wanted to a halt.
At his waist is a rather complicated looking belt with more than a hand full of devices latched onto it, all presumably for his work. Worn pants hang loosely at his hips held up by the belt alone, because it would be quite the shame if people were to see what he was packing below the belt. There really isn't much in terms of footwear that could be considered comfortable, but to please others when walking about he does have them wrapped up to a degree.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single, though he's heard that there's an arranged marriage waiting for him back home.
➘ Immediate Family: Too many siblings to list. His father, Drago Braza; His mother, Kulana Braza.
➘ Allies: His companions searching for the Ocean weapon
➘ Enemies: The Zeloan Empire
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: N/A
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
➘ Sociability: Kiuza talks when needed, otherwise choosing to keep to himself unless dragged into a conversation.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, though he's never looked at anyone that wasn't of his kind in a sexual manner.
➘ Lures: Anything technological that he's never seen before,
➘ Savvies: Eidetic memory when it comes to technical specifications of any item, tactical planning, designing weapons and gadgets, shooting.
➘ Ineptities: Holding a conversation, empathy for his actions, prolonged physical activity, being told what to do.
➘ Profession: Businessman, Weapon Designer/Technician
➘ Education: Highly educated on his homeworld with focus on math, science, and engineering.
➘ Hobbies: Taking apart weapons and gadgets to understanding the inner workings that make them function. On a similar note for reasons relating, he enjoys researching how various lifeforms function biologically. then using such interests to create a wide variety of lethal and debilitating devices.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: U'evello, Tallist-3c
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: N/A
➘ Virtues: Diligence, Kindness
➘ Vices: Pride, Wrath
➘ Likes: Temperate weather, being alone in his workshop, rhythmic music, target practice, keeping up to date on current events, technical reading, fresh meat.
➘ Dislikes: The cold (obviously), processed and artificially created food (give him a good cut of meat any day), interruptions in his work. needless banter.
➘ Affiliations: The Braza Clan, other families on Tallist-3c, a number of defense contractors to sell his weapons through.
➘ Addictions: Not that he's addicted, but he does have a habit of abusing stims when trying to reach deadlines.
➘ Handicaps: His kind are notorious for relatively weakened immune systems when off of their homeworld.
➘ Medical Conditions: His body can't process leafy greens, they simply make him vomit.
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Kiuza's body is stronger and faster than that of the average humanoid, taking longer to tire out as well. His natural physiology provides him with basic protection against small arms fire, low energy projectiles as well as any blade. Beyond this he possesses the capability of regeneration of any non-lethal injury over a period of time. All of this would be improved upon if he were a warrior of his kind instead of a scholar. That said, he is a crack-shot and an exceptional tactician when the need arises.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Kiuza's body is stronger and faster than that of the average humanoid, taking longer to tire out as well. His natural physiology provides him with basic protection against small arms fire, low energy projectiles as well as any blade. Beyond this he possesses the capability of regeneration of any non-lethal injury over a period of time. All of this would be improved upon if he were a warrior of his kind instead of a scholar. That said, he is a crack-shot and an exceptional tactician when the need arises.
- Natural Armor: There are two varieties of his species, the ones who have scales, and those who don't. Having them grants protection of a decent armored suit. Typical blades and certain types of gunfire won't be able to pierce the hardened plates. Even energy projectiles will be lessened to a degree, though not enough where one would be foolish and stand in the way.
- Regeneration: Not rapid in any sense, but over time his body will reconstruct itself from pretty much anything that doesn't end up killing him. Nothing is every truly free, so depending on the severity, it could drain him of the ability to do much of anything but walk around, sleep, and eat.
- Intimidating Visage: At seven feet tall with a thick body, sharp claws and a mouth filled with numerous serrated teeth, just his presence is enough to get most people with even the slightest inkling to take him on to think long and hard before taking action.
- Inhuman Sight: Like the smaller variety on Earth, Naki have acute sight beyond what the average human can see, able to view several different frequencies of light such as ultraviolet. Though he cannot see "heat", Naki have an excellent sense of temperature variance around them so as not to get caught in a situation where cold weather might outright kill them.
- Weapons Technician: Kiuza develops weapon schematics as a living to sell to manufactures for large scale production. In addition he will hand modify a particular firearm for the buyer's personal taste in a method of death. With time and patience he could take apart and put back together pretty much anything, altering it accordingly if needed. This could extend to other mechanical devices as well in theory, but without the interest it simply wouldn't happen.
- Connections: An arms dealer to pretty much anyone who is anyone of conflict large and small, Kiuza has ties to the right people to help open the doors he needs when the time comes.
Weapons/Gear
➘ Natural Weapons: Sharpened claws and a sturdy tail are both methods of attack few expect in this day and age, but with the prior being quite capable of rending flesh through and the latter able to put for to sweep someone off of their feet, nether should be underestimated.
➘ Full Body Enclosure: A customized suit fit for Kiuza. It's a study mesh underlay designed to wear comfortably against his scales and also keep from tearing under all but the most stressful scenarios. A brown sort of leather duster style coat protects the mesh from small arms fire while on top of that are polymer plates meant as actual armor covering his upper torso and shoulders. Connected to his back is a filtration system and contained oxygen kit, as Kiuza is particularly susceptible to foreign disease and he travels considerably. His helmet is connected at the neck of his suit and completes a seal to create a personal environment suiting the Naki male. The piece of headgear has a large yellowish visor for viewing, but also has a number of software systems built into it; e.g. translator, targeting assistance, and a HUD. There is a personal computer attached to his wrist with a large durable screen that can be connected to technical systems and interfaced with when needed. A number of satchels hang from his waist containing either toolkits or gadgets of destruction.
➘ HAMR: The pride and joy of Kiuza's work. His "H" series anti-matter rifle uses a high velocity energy projectile designed to tear through defenses to pierce the soft flesh hiding behind it. If it manages to make contact with the interior of an organic a chain reaction will immediately initiate. Making use of the biological cell structure that most sentient creatures possess to use the energy they carry to fuel a rapid internal breakdown of living matter. In effect, the HAMR messily disintegrates targets. That said, this is really the only use of it, against more armored foes, or mechanical constructs. The HAMR doesn't have the ability to pierce heavy layers, and even if it did there's no payload as without an organic no reaction can take place. The anti-matter rifle isn't much larger than a standard automatic rifle, though it is unique in appearance with a long barrel and bulky energy pack slotted into the underside instead of a clip filled with lead. When primed for firing an almost neon green glow lights the barrel, this process takes a good ten seconds as well. Single fire, it has a considerable cool down from the energy expended in a shot; twenty seconds in between with ten shots to an energy pack, so all in all, about thirty between the trigger being pulled. While the HAMR has a scope, it is an anti-personnel weapon with a very specific purpose. To miss would be an incredible waste and as such he uses it generally within 100 feet.
➘ .44 Auto Pistol: Heavy caliber rounds in an automatic dispersal. Another personal invention of his for a quick and dirty hail of death. The recoil alone for one of the guns is hard enough handle, on full auto it even makes his enhanced muscles strain to keep it accurate. The pistol holds 12 rounds which can be emptied in the course of a couple seconds. the .44 looks like a strange abomination with its long magazine and modified barrel and cylinder. As long as it works is all that really matters to Kiuza.
➘ Bag of Goodies: Kiuza crafts all manner of dangerous and lethal devices, though what he has on his person varies depending on his access to supplies and the situation that requires such tools. He has all types of grenades, proximity mines, small arms, gravity manipulators, laser wire, and various throwable traps just to name a few. One never knows what the weaponsmith might have up his sleeve.
➘ Natural Weapons: Sharpened claws and a sturdy tail are both methods of attack few expect in this day and age, but with the prior being quite capable of rending flesh through and the latter able to put for to sweep someone off of their feet, nether should be underestimated.
➘ Full Body Enclosure: A customized suit fit for Kiuza. It's a study mesh underlay designed to wear comfortably against his scales and also keep from tearing under all but the most stressful scenarios. A brown sort of leather duster style coat protects the mesh from small arms fire while on top of that are polymer plates meant as actual armor covering his upper torso and shoulders. Connected to his back is a filtration system and contained oxygen kit, as Kiuza is particularly susceptible to foreign disease and he travels considerably. His helmet is connected at the neck of his suit and completes a seal to create a personal environment suiting the Naki male. The piece of headgear has a large yellowish visor for viewing, but also has a number of software systems built into it; e.g. translator, targeting assistance, and a HUD. There is a personal computer attached to his wrist with a large durable screen that can be connected to technical systems and interfaced with when needed. A number of satchels hang from his waist containing either toolkits or gadgets of destruction.
➘ HAMR: The pride and joy of Kiuza's work. His "H" series anti-matter rifle uses a high velocity energy projectile designed to tear through defenses to pierce the soft flesh hiding behind it. If it manages to make contact with the interior of an organic a chain reaction will immediately initiate. Making use of the biological cell structure that most sentient creatures possess to use the energy they carry to fuel a rapid internal breakdown of living matter. In effect, the HAMR messily disintegrates targets. That said, this is really the only use of it, against more armored foes, or mechanical constructs. The HAMR doesn't have the ability to pierce heavy layers, and even if it did there's no payload as without an organic no reaction can take place. The anti-matter rifle isn't much larger than a standard automatic rifle, though it is unique in appearance with a long barrel and bulky energy pack slotted into the underside instead of a clip filled with lead. When primed for firing an almost neon green glow lights the barrel, this process takes a good ten seconds as well. Single fire, it has a considerable cool down from the energy expended in a shot; twenty seconds in between with ten shots to an energy pack, so all in all, about thirty between the trigger being pulled. While the HAMR has a scope, it is an anti-personnel weapon with a very specific purpose. To miss would be an incredible waste and as such he uses it generally within 100 feet.
➘ .44 Auto Pistol: Heavy caliber rounds in an automatic dispersal. Another personal invention of his for a quick and dirty hail of death. The recoil alone for one of the guns is hard enough handle, on full auto it even makes his enhanced muscles strain to keep it accurate. The pistol holds 12 rounds which can be emptied in the course of a couple seconds. the .44 looks like a strange abomination with its long magazine and modified barrel and cylinder. As long as it works is all that really matters to Kiuza.
➘ Bag of Goodies: Kiuza crafts all manner of dangerous and lethal devices, though what he has on his person varies depending on his access to supplies and the situation that requires such tools. He has all types of grenades, proximity mines, small arms, gravity manipulators, laser wire, and various throwable traps just to name a few. One never knows what the weaponsmith might have up his sleeve.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
Most would find it hard to place Kiuza among the many misconceptions that his kind holds. Some call his kind barbaric and warlike, looking only to conquer and shed blood where they could for the thrill of the hunt. Others might say that the Naki are simply whores to the Zelonians for dealing weapons to them less than savory in design. Perhaps there are truths to be taken from the extremes. While not one to snarl and raise a bloody axe over the corpse of his enemy, Kiuza grew up in a society where weapon manufacturing is the races largest income producer. Like most he had a mother and a father, average experiences growing up to where he could not complain about it. A prodigy in what he put his mind to, early on surpassing his own father in technical skill. Sent off to a private institute off world, his talents would be abused and those in power were keen to make the most of what they could off of whatever Kiuza produced. It wouldn't be till years later till time aged his eyes to see just how he'd been taken advantage of, put into countless hours of work for not credit on the outcome. Returning home, he'd find his family since moved away with few leads on how to get a hold of them. With few options, the young Naki started up his own business, contracting out his work to whoever would take it. In this he made sure to shake hands with the right people, to build bridges that with certainty could give him answers to questions others couldn't. From what he learned, his father had all but sold him off to pay off a debt after his own company went under. Not only that, in his unexpected departure, the deal was made null; taking it upon themselves, the brokers picked up Kiuza's parents as collateral. Little respect was had over what his father had done to him, but family was still family.
As long as he provided the quality of service that he did, there stood nigh a soul who didn't mind exploiting their positions to assist the young engineer and Kiuza would take whatever edge he could to strike back at those who threatened him or his family. Taking a long range sniper rifle from his collection loaded with armor piercing rounds, a couple pounds of explosives, and buying an automated firing system, the skilled weaponsmith set out for where his parents were being kept, a manufacturing line of the company they owed far too much to. Kiuza beforehand had another steal an id card from the company security and attempt a break in with it. It was a failure of course, as it had been meant to be, as a precaution new cards were issued. Which he had an inside man slip infrared trackers onto. Now, with his rifle perched high on a vantage point, Kiuza infiltrated the plant. When in proper position, one by one the guards were fired at with rounds designed to bite into the natural armor of the Naki like it was nothing. Most shots were not lethal as id cards were rarely held on someone's head or chest. Still, it provided enough of a distraction for Kiuza to slip by set a few well placed charges. In securing his parents and fleeing the factory, their entire manufacturing line would be rendered to useless scrap. At that, Kiuza thought he let them off easy for what they'd done, and his previous captors knew that as well.
Happy his blood was safe, the technician sent them as far as he could from the Naki homeworld and their neighboring colonies. He however, stayed to start up his own business undaunted by threats to his person. His past actions were proof enough not to fuck with Kiuza, far worse could be done than a handful of maimed employees and a bombed factory line with his skills and knowledge.
Unfortunately his streak of good fortune didn't last forever. Kiuza sold to every without question, if the means for payment were provided then his services were always up for purchase. In more recent times, he saw increased business from both humans and Zelonians, each trying to gain an edge over the other in their long standing war he guessed. Neither side has slighted him before, and he expected such to remain true for each transaction. To his dismay upon the completion of a particular pistol schematic for the Zelonians, though hand canon would probably be a more accurate term, his home and workplace would be struck from orbit in an attempt on his life. A successful attempt it would have been if not for the cautious lizard having a deep sub-basement where he spent most of his time while holed up in his place of residence. Not that it didn't scare the piss out of him all the same; he was alive, and that was all that mattered.
Taking to hiding, he pulled his savings and waited the fallout of his assassination attempt to pass. When word of a group being formed to seek out the fabled Ocean weapon, well, how could this foolhardy lizard not take a chance to strike back at those who wished him dead and get a glimpse at supposedly the single most destructive creation in the universe.
Most would find it hard to place Kiuza among the many misconceptions that his kind holds. Some call his kind barbaric and warlike, looking only to conquer and shed blood where they could for the thrill of the hunt. Others might say that the Naki are simply whores to the Zelonians for dealing weapons to them less than savory in design. Perhaps there are truths to be taken from the extremes. While not one to snarl and raise a bloody axe over the corpse of his enemy, Kiuza grew up in a society where weapon manufacturing is the races largest income producer. Like most he had a mother and a father, average experiences growing up to where he could not complain about it. A prodigy in what he put his mind to, early on surpassing his own father in technical skill. Sent off to a private institute off world, his talents would be abused and those in power were keen to make the most of what they could off of whatever Kiuza produced. It wouldn't be till years later till time aged his eyes to see just how he'd been taken advantage of, put into countless hours of work for not credit on the outcome. Returning home, he'd find his family since moved away with few leads on how to get a hold of them. With few options, the young Naki started up his own business, contracting out his work to whoever would take it. In this he made sure to shake hands with the right people, to build bridges that with certainty could give him answers to questions others couldn't. From what he learned, his father had all but sold him off to pay off a debt after his own company went under. Not only that, in his unexpected departure, the deal was made null; taking it upon themselves, the brokers picked up Kiuza's parents as collateral. Little respect was had over what his father had done to him, but family was still family.
As long as he provided the quality of service that he did, there stood nigh a soul who didn't mind exploiting their positions to assist the young engineer and Kiuza would take whatever edge he could to strike back at those who threatened him or his family. Taking a long range sniper rifle from his collection loaded with armor piercing rounds, a couple pounds of explosives, and buying an automated firing system, the skilled weaponsmith set out for where his parents were being kept, a manufacturing line of the company they owed far too much to. Kiuza beforehand had another steal an id card from the company security and attempt a break in with it. It was a failure of course, as it had been meant to be, as a precaution new cards were issued. Which he had an inside man slip infrared trackers onto. Now, with his rifle perched high on a vantage point, Kiuza infiltrated the plant. When in proper position, one by one the guards were fired at with rounds designed to bite into the natural armor of the Naki like it was nothing. Most shots were not lethal as id cards were rarely held on someone's head or chest. Still, it provided enough of a distraction for Kiuza to slip by set a few well placed charges. In securing his parents and fleeing the factory, their entire manufacturing line would be rendered to useless scrap. At that, Kiuza thought he let them off easy for what they'd done, and his previous captors knew that as well.
Happy his blood was safe, the technician sent them as far as he could from the Naki homeworld and their neighboring colonies. He however, stayed to start up his own business undaunted by threats to his person. His past actions were proof enough not to fuck with Kiuza, far worse could be done than a handful of maimed employees and a bombed factory line with his skills and knowledge.
Unfortunately his streak of good fortune didn't last forever. Kiuza sold to every without question, if the means for payment were provided then his services were always up for purchase. In more recent times, he saw increased business from both humans and Zelonians, each trying to gain an edge over the other in their long standing war he guessed. Neither side has slighted him before, and he expected such to remain true for each transaction. To his dismay upon the completion of a particular pistol schematic for the Zelonians, though hand canon would probably be a more accurate term, his home and workplace would be struck from orbit in an attempt on his life. A successful attempt it would have been if not for the cautious lizard having a deep sub-basement where he spent most of his time while holed up in his place of residence. Not that it didn't scare the piss out of him all the same; he was alive, and that was all that mattered.
Taking to hiding, he pulled his savings and waited the fallout of his assassination attempt to pass. When word of a group being formed to seek out the fabled Ocean weapon, well, how could this foolhardy lizard not take a chance to strike back at those who wished him dead and get a glimpse at supposedly the single most destructive creation in the universe.