Name: Klon Stone
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: At 1'6 Meters, Klon is not a very tall person, his short black hair and white skin clearly indicating his fire nation heritage. His right arm is a cybernetic replacement, and a fairly small version at that. He wears mostly black clothing with red highlights, which still is a popular fashion from those of the former Fire Nation. On missions, he also wears a bit of face paint, as traditional to his family.
Personality: A rather fun loving guy, Klons tends to like to crack jokes and tries to be helpful in attempt to make friends. Sometimes his jokes and jabs are funny and clever, other times it falls on it's face. Still, he either lighten up the grim world he lives in, try to keep a smile on his face and the faces of those around him.
Under the surface, things are not quite what they appear.Do to his upbringing, Klon didn't gather many real social skills nor had many people to actually learn it from. Klon longs for friendship, but tends to attach himself to a group and allow himself to be walked all over. Him joining the resistance (OOC: we are all part of the resistance, right?) is not much of an exception. Klon is very good at hiding his depression, though.
Skills: Unlike most non-benders, particularly of those who are from the Fire Lands, Klon is ranged fighter. Coming from a long line of bowmen, often rumored (although never confirmed) to be the same ones that once bested Avatar Aang. While alone, he cannot preform the famous acts such as the net shot, nor can Klon hit a coin from a person hand, he is still a fairly good shot, able to usually get an arrow on center mass of a person at around 70 meters, and can put enough strength behind the bow to pierce a cybered limb at 30.
His close range abilities leave a lot to be desired. He never trained anything above some basic sparring, his father concentrating on teaching Klon archery above all else. He tends to rely on waving around his shock collar/knife, hoping to get a hit on a person or to run away. Unarmed, he can throw a nasty punch from his cybered arm, but can be easily beaten by those trained in any of the martial arts. Klon does have some good climbing and some tracking skills from hunting as a child, and fairly good at taking out an enemy before they know he is there, but he is no where near the level of the Blue Spirits.
Gear: Above all else, Klon has his trusty compound bow. It is a little under a meter long, has a fiber optic sight on it and a VERY heavy draw weight, about 150 pounds, which would be impossible to draw for even a well trained bowman. His cybered limb, while not strong enough to bench press a car or punch through a car hood, is strong enough to managed the bow he has. The arrows are carbon fiber, fairly strong, common among other bowmen/crossbowmen, and reusable if Klon can safely retrieve them.
Klon has a few other weapons as well. He has a much smaller, foldable bow, which is not nearly as powerful but much more concealable when the situation demands it. Melee is down to a simple combat knife and a shock stick.
History: Klon was a sole son to the Roc bowyer family, both famous for their great archery talents and fine bows. Klon was raised in the village the family had lived in for centuries, learning how to shoot and make bows and arrows. Klon never went to more school than was mandated as law, leaving his last class at 16 to further his family's craft.
Industrialization brought (and forced) many innovations from the once staganent craft of archery. With the rise of artillery, demands for personal ranged weapons that could even be used by a non bender kept growing. The Roc family kept to there bows, even as other families switched to crossbows and the chu ko nu (repeating crossbows), which required far less time to train with and were better at piercing modern armor. The invention of cybernetic limbs was the innovation the Roc family needed, or so Klon's father thought. Against the protests of both his mother and Klon himself, Klon was forced to undergo limb replacement surgery on his draw arm. It sort of worked, convincing some to add the bows to special units, although no one was really willing to cut off the limbs of common soldiers (both for moral and cost reasons).
Representatives from the Republic, however, were not to keen on letting many weapon creators exist outside of Republic city, and went to arrest the Roc family. When Klon's father resisted, he was burned to a crisp. Klon grabbed his father's best bow, a knife, and some arrows, and just ran, never learning what the fate of his mother. He got on some boats, hoping to hide from the Republic's law, but ended up in Republic city mostly by accident. Now he drifts about, doing odd jobs, and working with the resistance.
