Qesun Vendak

[Yolanda Riona]

["Time for me to make an attempt to get back into the main RP"]

Name: Qesun Vendak

Nicknames: Qes, Quesadilla

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Species: Mobian Red Fox / Raccoon Hybrid (Foxcoon)

Appearance:Qesun's primary fur color is brick red. He has white fur on his upper and lower belly, in between his legs down to his knees, on the tip of his tail, on the front quarter of his neck, and on the bottom and sides of his muzzle (the top of his muzzle is brick red). Black fur forms a raccoon 'mask' on his face, which trails off on both sides down the tufts of fur on his cheeks. It can also be found forming 4 'rings' on his tail, the last one between where his tail switches from his normal fur color to white. He also has the black 'socks' and 'gloves.' His head hair is brown. It's kept short, but is still longer then his fur. His eyes are an emerald green.

Physically, he's between Raccoon and Fox. His fur tends to be thicker then a foxes. He's got the agile build of a fox, and their ears. The muzzle of a raccoon is there as well, and the tufts near his cheeks are slightly larger to go in line with his raccoon lineage. He's about 4' 6" and weighs around 95lbs. Other notable features are his green eyes, a scar just below his right shoulder, and another on his left thigh.

Personality: He's a fun loving, sarcastic man who loves to be entertained. Games and mischief are favorites of his. He's a happy man who doesn't let much get him down. He tends to seal this up when doing business or work. Even then one may still notice the twinkle in his eyes as he plays the 'business game.' He tends to be somewhat charismatic, enjoying people's presence and in turn making their time around him enjoyable. Another factor is that his nature makes him open to people.

Still, despite the fact he's out to do business and sees much of life as a game, he understands that those are people out there. Living people with hopes, dreams, and problems of their own. He wants to do what he can for them, and if given the chance to be compassionate, he'd gladly take the opportunity. Not to any extremes, as he has his own hopes and dreams. At the very least, he does his best not to exacerbate their problems.

Qesun is not in the habit to get angry. When something has agitated him, he will become quieter and only speak when need to, and will be strait to the point, and solidly logical. When one finally somehow manages to hit the breaking point, he's obviously (and loudly) angry for a few minutes before he finally 'cools down' to the simmering agitation. When saddened, he tends to become quiet and speak little, if at all. He also tends to avoid others until better off.

Alignment: Good

Family:
Jason Vendak (57): Qesun's father and half of everything the Foxcoon is. The man was a Civil Engineer and provided the living of the family
Killian Vendak (55): Qesun's mother. A stay at home one at that, but because she took joy in raising her kids. After Qesun and his sister left, she became a consultant.
Valencia Vendak (35): Qesun's twin sister. Has a two kids (13 and 15) and a husband.

Transport:
Regionus Motor Bikes 1200 Enduro Advent
Motor: 1100cc inline 4 cylinder
Weight: 377lbs
Appearance: It looks something like a mix between a sport bike and a dirt bike, having a sleek design, high ground clearance, and minimalized body. This particular design Qesun had customized to make it capable of both off-road and on-road driving, the most expensive part of that being tires that were good for it. The only thing that really offsets the sleek design is the two black canvas cargo bags hanging on the rear fender. The bike itself is colored black with gold-colored accents.

Weapons:
Arco and Freccia: His two pistols. 9mm, with 11 shots to a clip. These guns are specially built by his staff to go along with his martial arts style, Gun Kata. They have a reinforced structure, most viewable by the 'ribbing' and 'backbone' along the top of the gun. The guns are about 7 inches along the tops of the barrels.

Biography: Qesun was born to his family in Radical City. His father was a civil engineer working for the city. His mother stayed at home with him and his sister. Their father was paid enough to make it well. They lived in a good apartment. Nothing grand, but they were happy. The twins progressed through life without issue until they began going to school. At first they did fine, but came a time in 5th grade...

Quote:*Little girl's voice:* "Eeeee! Leave me alone, meany!"

"We only want to see your backpack... And your lunch money," a bullish rhino boy says to the smaller foxcoon girl. He reaches over and grabs the handle on her backpack and tries to pull it off, only ending up picking her up, and causing her to squeal more.

Qesun, nearby, hears his sisters squeals and comes running, seeing the other boy bugging his sister. He finds himself confused, worried, and rushed feeling all at the same time. He wants to help her, but is afraid himself. 'But if I do nothing...' He gulps and makes a decision. 'Well, if I'm gonna get trampled for this anyway... No point in warning him.' Qesun reaches back into his own backpack and pulls out his social studies book which he flings at the bully, who is now shaking his sister, hitting the boy squarely in the shoulder. His sister is dropped to the floor crying, with the bully looking at him. It was time to run. He took off with a dash, as if running for his life as the bully charged at him. As he turned a corner, he pulled down a trashcan behind him, only to hear it get nailed and clatter about, more kids screaming as things began flying.

The teachers, finally catching on to the problem, had come, but froze when they saw the charging rhino boy, now quite sure how to deal with this one, as it was dangerous to even them. Qesun just kept running, at this point, anything else in the path making way for them. Another corner was turned. He came across a janitor's cart. He bounded up the cart, knocking this off and knocking it over on his way up, leaping to the tops of the lockers. Breathing hard and scared to hell.

The bully stopped for the cart and looked up at Qesun. "GET DOWN HERE YOU COWARD! IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT, COME FIGHT YA WIMP!" The bully kicked over the cart and started throwing things from it at Qesun, who could only cower behind his own backpack to keep from getting bashed to heck by cleaning utensils.

Qesun sat up there, looking wildly around, trying to figure out a way to get out of his predicament, his eyes zeroing in on the lights. He quickly swung his backpack at the one far piece that was holding the light up. Instead of it breaking like planned, though, Qesun's backpack got caught, and he lost balance. He held on though, and came out swinging, which put enough force on the light to pull it loose. He and that side of the light came swinging down, Qesun balled up and went following along, clinging to his backpack straps.

The bully felt two things. First, a blow from the light fixture, which knocked him for a loop. Then a blow from a flying Qesun, which knocked him down and out. Qesun woozily got up from where he was and looked on the havoc he wrecked, and for a moment, smiled. He was expecting to get slaughtered. "Got what was coming, Randy. You leave my si- Ack!" A hand came on Qesun's shoulder. A very adult hand.

"Mr. Vendak, I think I need to see you in my office..."

After this, Qesun's popularity both plummeted and skyrocketed, depending on who you talked to. Those who were like Randy or friends of him (or friends of friends in some cases) didn't like what Qesun had done. Others were impressed by this antic. The number of fights between Qesun and others increased as the years rolled on (thankfully, none as eventful or destructive as his first). Not because Qesun wanted it to, but because Qesun would rather defend himself, and in many cases especially, others from this sort of thing. It got to a point where his parents began to worry.

This continued on into later years, Qesun taking up interest in Martial Arts as a form of defense because of it. At the beginning of high school, he began studies at a local martial arts school. He never told his parents. They were already worried enough as it was. He picked out a lesser known style that intriguing him. A little place tucked away in between buildings with a small following. Gun-Kata, it was called. While he never expected guns to actually be involved, this only further interested him.

of course, they didn't let him lay hands on any guns to start off, but there were many other pieces to the discipline. School during the day, training in the evenings, with the weekends reserved for himself. His parents didn't much question what he was doing. He didn't get into trouble, and whatever it was required scholastic success from Qesun.

Still, they couldn't help being curious. When he was 16, they decided to sniff around and found out what he had been up to. They didn't much approve of it, and his mother made an attempt to forbid it, but it didn't much succeed, as he continued going anyway. This caused a rocky relationship with his mother for the next year, before he moved out.

When Qesun came upon college, he found conflicting interests. He wanted to continue on and be successful in some sort of trade like his father, but he also had a standing interest in Gun-Kata, who he'd been a student of for 4 years now, and wanted to see the intricacies involved. And then there was the assortment of other fields he could get into, all of them something new to explore. But eventually it was decided when he found a way to get in multiple loves.

He was in school for quite some time, the first four years getting a bachelors of science in physics, looking to further improve his skills in Gun-Kata by breaking down the pieces, the statistics, of it further. The afternoons, saved for the same ordeal as before in training, but each time, including more and more what he learned, integrating it, improving it. The next four were spent mastering Mechanical Engineering, a trade much like his fathers (something that pleased the old mad, for certain). The four after that were spent doing the same in business.

Qesun finally exited school at 29, and left the monks he'd trained with for the last 15 years. He had a plan now. He could do several things he loved: protect and help people, try something new (running a business), continue with Gun-Kata, etc. He went into business with some close acquaintances, starting up a small business, a security contracting firm named Cuchulain Security Holdings. Wanting to provide only the best of services, he began training those willing in the basics of the same martial art he learned.

A little more then 5 years have since passed since then. His company now has a decent presence building up providing the highest quality security available, mainly servicing moderate and large businesses who wanted more then 'Mall Cops.' Recently, he's been looking to expand the businesses capabilities by looking into making new departments in data collection and security and defense planning. His Armory department has been doing great at keeping at the top of the game and modifying weapons for the needs of his best and himself. He finds himself happy with where this all went.

Moves: None (When have I ever? )

Skills:
Gun Kata: A martial arts style including Guns. Practitioners use statistics (and stronger ones use knowledge of physics and mathematics) to predict where their enemies will fire and where they will be. This is combined with martial arts maneuvers. Qesun himself is an advanced user, using a mix of statistics and moderate physics and mathematics, and applies it to more then guns, including weapons and even punches and kicks in this. He gets constant practice with this since he trains his people in it and occasionally spars with them.

Marksmanship: To not have this and try to practice Gun Kata would be an example of a fish trying to breath out of water. Qesun is a practiced marksman, specifically with pistols. His accuracy takes a comparatively large dip when using other weapons, as he has rarely used them nor plans to.

Business Theory: Through college work and a half decade's experience, Qesun also finds himself moderately skilled with managing his business and with dealing with the business world in general.

Mechanics: Working on his own bike, caring for his own guns, and a degree say a lot in this. Realistically, outside those two, this would be one he's somewhat fallen out of practice in, but none the less, the skill is there.

Strengths:
+ Qesun is a widely skilled individual.
+ Quick and Agile are good words to describe Qesun with.
+ Qesun is a business owner, giving him access to some notable resources and services.

Weaknesses:
- Qesun has no special moves to match the ones others may exhibit.
- Qesun is a bit weaker then others, in both the aspects of force of blows and the blows he can take.
- Qesun cannot be away from his business for long.
- Qesun has the occasional trouble of not being able to keep his nose out of the troubles of others with a strong urge to follow up on justice via his own hands, sometimes inviting those troubles on himself. To further complicate this, trouble sometimes seems to favor him over the original target, as if he has a big sign over his head that draws it on him. For that matter, there are probably those still out there that harbor this dislike for him.

What is your ambition?
"You'll often find one wants to protect people. Unfortunately, one cannot do it alone, nor can it be done without resources to sustain oneself. I believe, with time, I will have an answer - not the answer - but an answer. An option, if people willing to accept it. Time will tell."



NPCs:
Name: Aedan Lughaid
Description: Aedan is a human of around 30 years of age and is 5' 11" in height. He has a thin but full face, though his eyes seem sunken. He has strait, black hair that he keeps short. He's a well built man. No excessive muscles, but it's obvious they are still there. He has a limp.

Personality: Where Qesun's a bit more 'Game,' this man is a bit more of a stone wall, only really loosening up around Qesun due to knowing the foxcoon for so long. The exception to this being he's been known to be a fan of a good fight, those getting more grins out of the man then good jokes. Still his past job as a police officer and Qesun's own habits tend to reflect on him, making him as much a defender of people as Qesun.

Biography: Qesun met this one back in his earlier years of college, where they became friends over a game of pool. They supported each other through college, helping keep each other afloat, and Qesun even joked that if he ever started a business, this would be the one man he would partner with. After 6 years of study, Aedan graduation with a masters in Criminal Science and worked with the police for a few years before a shot to a leg in one incident (specifically the knee) killed his career.

Qesun came back along and proposed the business to Aedan not long after hearing of this. The two went into business together, Qesun dealing with most of the business details and Aedan dealing with most of the management details, one of the main reasons they both didn't drown in work and had free time for other things.

Aedan, after these few years, became Qesun's right hand man, dealing with the staff on a regular basis and on occasions clients when Qesun wasn't available. Qesun often consults this one on subjects, especially those he feels the man will know better.

Skills:
Tactician and Strategist: Where Qesun deals with business details, Aedan's time with the force and time working with Qesun have put him well on the path to being a very tactically minded individual.

Strengths:
+ Aedan is a fairly strong, tough man.
+ Aedan has the least trouble staying composed of anyone Qesun has ever met.
+ Aedan has a slightly commanding presence, making him good at rallying folk.

Weaknesses:
- Aedan isn't fast at all, and furthermore, has a lingering limp from a proceeding injury.
- Aedan's personality can be a put off for those that haven't been in an armed force of some kind, making harder to rally normal folk.
- Aedan can occasionally be threatening to enforce his command, especially on people who are put off by his personality.