Name: Harper Law
Age: 21
Height: 5''11
Creature: Cyborg (Human)
Extra Facts:
- An incredibly smart young man with an expertise for robotics.
- Had an almost fatal airplane accident when he was 15.
- Quite the cocky charmer.
- An expert gambler and card shark
- Despite being technologically apt, he was always fascinated by the concept of magic.

"Always move forward, no matter what happens. As strength comes from progress."- Harper Law

History: (YEAR 2314)
Harper Law was a genius. At a young age he was hailed for his quick wit and brilliant mind. But what he was always so talented in was his skill in robotics. His room would constantly clutter with a staggering amount of scrap metal and cables, as he was always creating new inventions and trinkets. This was fueled by his dream to help people in need with his ideas. However despite his technological talents, he was always intrigued with the supernatural. Warlocks and wizards, and the powers to control time and space was always something he loved and yearned for. This was, however, quickly dismissed by his parents, calling it 'childish' and a 'fleeting dream'. By the time he turned 15, he was already invited to one of the most prodigious technologically advanced schools in the planet. This was the moment that he had dreamed of. He along with his proud parents took a flight to the school right away. However, a lightning storm brewed and struck the plane with a mighty lightning bolt. The plane spiraled downwards and killed every passenger in a tragic explosion. That is, save for one boy. Underneath the ashes of his deceased parents, Harper was unimaginably injured both physically and mentally due to the loss of of his parents and the severity of his wounds. With whatever strength he could muster, Harper crawled and crawled for his life crying for any help that could come.

No help came.

Harper almost accepted his inevitable death until he stumbled across an abandoned lab in the outskirts of nowhere. Once an illegal rogue robotics syndicate, the project was shut down due to the heavy costs of machinery. Harper realized this was his saving grace. With a strong resolve to continue living, he severed his deteriorated limbs and organs and replaced it with the most advanced technology he could find in the lab. He was no longer the child prodigy he used to be, only a fallen star, an exile proclaimed dead to the world. It was then he used his analytical brain to prosper in the underground. Here he developed a habit of gambling, since he was surprisingly lucky at it. No matter who wanted his head due to his many winnings, however, he always managed to escape death with the help of his brain and the inventions he created. He also started up shop using the gambling money for any poor pedestrian who could not afford surgery for robotic limb/organ replacement, as he still wanted to help the world in his own little way.

After 6 years, life as an exile seemed perfect for him, but not perfect enough. He was a nobody...a simple con artist who has no name to his ideas and aspirations as they rot away to mere idiotic fantasies. Perhaps the most idiotic of all of them was his desire to encounter and attain the supernatural. His life started to fall into a banal state until he started having visions. These visions plagued him every night he slept, yet every time he woke, he couldn't remember a single thing. It wasn't until his visions became a reality where he realized what he was dreaming. He was visited by an unknown figure within his subconscious, wrapped in dark scraggy clothing. This being told him that he was destined for an adventure of universal proportions, but with it might come his death.

" I shall give you what power I can muster, but for the mean time, have a safe trip." is what the figure said.

Harper soon woke up in a cold sweat, realizing that his heart started glowing. His half-machine persona soon brightened with a blinding light. Panicked, he soon returned to his normal state after a short moment. This made Harper question that dream he had, making him wonder what mysterious powers he could have been granted. Meanwhile, an ominous train passes in front of his hideout, welcoming him with a strange and eerie light emitting from the door....could this be the adventure he was for told?

Personality:
- He is capable of remaining calm in any situation.
- He is usually logical about most things.
- Due to being an expert gambler and smooth talker, he is a naturally charismatic person.
- Haughty and brash, but always willing to lend a hand to help others.
- When asked about his past, he is always reluctant to dwell in it and commonly changes the subject.

Skills:
- Robotics, engineering, slight medical knowledge, anything that needs fixing will ALWAYS get fixed by him.
- Skilled in almost every card game.
- His robotic implanted eye (named his 'eye of providence' eluding to the all seeing eye of God) is capable of scanning various materials and analyzing their basic components. Oh, it also has X-ray vision to see through clothes ,but he probably doesn't want me telling you that.
- Harper has a background knowledge in demolitions due to his time in the slums, thus utilizing this and combining it with his tech aptitude in combat. ( Ex: Plasma, Smoke, Shock, Cryo, and Explosive grenades.)
- Although of unknown origin, Harper has gained a power to somewhat look into the future, seeing various time lines that could occur and judge which road is the best to take. For example, if one leads to death, he can evade it by following another paradox.

Weaknesses:
- Harper's fear of heights and storms are capable of throwing him off his cool if he's exposed for long periods of time.
- Has a short tolerance for idiocy, and is most likely going to lash out if provoked to an extent.
- Despite some added strength in his robotic appendages, there is an imbalance with his fleshy limbs since they can't take as much damage.
- He is capable of going on the offense with his various demolition-based weaponry and robotic expertise, but his fighting prowess is limited to hand-to-hand boxing. Other than that Harper can easily be overwhelmed in a show of strength, so he prefers to fight at a range.
- Whenever Harper looks into future paradoxes, he uses 'real time' to analyze future possibilities. Meaning that whenever he needs to look to the future for positive outcomes, he can't do it during a skirmish.

Likes:
Thinking, creating, robots, magicians, gambling, women, italian food, showing off, helping people.

Dislikes:
Heights, planes, skyscrapers, Anything involving being two stories off the ground, Storms, Thunder and lightning, Idiotic people, Eggplants.



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RP Sample:

It was the dead of night, the building was shrouded by the darkness that pervaded the Underground at this late hour. Of course, this is where Harper thrives the most. The seediest areas tend to yield the most valuable rewards, and he wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by because of fear. He met with some professional gamblers later that evening, prepared for the usual arrangements when it comes to his gambling lifestyle. Harper couldn't help but be cautious though, as he's made many enemies looting people dry of their cash. Who knew such a genius would be aptly put into gambling.

"You Harper?" One of his opponents questioned.

"In the flesh, now are we going to start this game or-"

Just before he could finish his sentence, the man drew out a pistol and took a quick shot at our unsuspecting protagonist. Luckily, outfitted with half a metallic body, the bullet barely penetrated the solid material.

" We're here to exterminate you, smart guy. And there's no way out..."

"Hehe, looks like my reputation precedes me..."

Before the thugs could corner him, Harper instantly throws one of his high pulse fire grenades and instantly stuns the men in a plasma like substance.

"ARHGH. What is this stuff!?"

"Genius, my friend. Pure genius." Harper stated with a grin. And with that, he took his leave.