Kheg Lieska

Kheg was born in interesting conditions: His father had raped his own sister once in a drunken state of delirium and paranoia, a common state for his father. This resulted in a set of 5 eggs being laid, all in secret thanks to the pressure Kheg's father applied to his sister, in order to "protect" the family name, and most importantly protecting himself and his own career. Kheg was the only offspring to survive, and even though his father was Kheg's own mother's brother, he never seemed to suffer from a handicap of any sort caused by the inbreeding. On the contrary, Kheg was something one could call a genuine example of a fit, healthy male. Except mentally. He showed signs of slight paranoia, anxiety and he was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of five. His mother raised him as a single mother, too ashamed to admit the truth to his only son, rather telling Kheg that his father had ran away after he had found out Kheg's mother was carrying eggs. Kheg's father, naturally, was satisfied with this, keeping low himself and his own life. Kheg loved his mother so deeply, and after finding out the truth about his uncle, who was also his real father, Kheg snapped. Not to his mother, no. He understood why she had held his true heritage a secret. Kheg, after doing little planning, drugged his father at the age of 15, and burned him alive in his mother's basement. At that moment, he realized what he had quite a passion towards... and that was FIRE. The screams of his father. The flames. The stench. The HEAT. The utter satisfaction he felt when he watched his father burn, leaving nothing but charred remains made him have a near-permanent grin on his face ever since. It is hard to actually tell wether he had always felt so enthusiastic about fire, or was it rather a mixture of both pleasure of killing his father and a mix of his slight mental problems. He was a pyromaniac, nonetheless, but he could restrain himself not to randomly set things on fire, much thanks to his mother who gave him support, unaware what his son had done to his father, who had suddenly gone missing. No one ever found the remains, being burned to the bone, the bones well hidden, possibly never to be found. And to this day, really, Kheg is the only one who knows where the remains of his father are. And he is quite content to keep it that way.

After his mother died from cancer, when Kheg was 21, he left his home to seek what this world would have to offer. A quick funeral, where Kheg cremated her remains and scattered the ashes in her favorite spot they used to go look at sunsets when he was still a child, and Kheg was done with his past. He was saddened about his mother's death, of course, but he had promised her to keep going, and not giving up. Her death had been expected, after all, and Kheg had already accepted it. Kheg was, somewhat unexpectedly, offered a position as a security guard at one major corporation that was constantly hiring new security staff to repel the constant sabotague and robbing attempts. He trained himself more fit, learned handling firearms and practicing close-quarter combat, excelling in all areas. After a major raid incident against the corporation, he nearly single-handedly stopped the raid against  all odds, being outnumbered and outgunned. He took a bullet to his shoulder, but made a full recovery. He was awarded with a few special "bonuses", mostly purely extra credits on his paycheck. He retired after a few years, having a fair amount of money on his bank account. He tried to settle down, maybe look for a girlfriend, get a less hazardous job, buy a house and just... live like most. He couldn't. Wether it was his lust for action, or the fact no one could stand him for too long, being slightly unstable as he was, unpredictable at times as well, it is hard to say. What can be said, however, is that he never settled.

Kheg soon made himself a mercenary, of sorts, at least, working alone most of the time, or sometimes, with other mercenaries. Though he really preferred to work alone, he thought others were getting on his way, and most importantly, on the way of his flamethrower. What made him choose this way of life, is hard to tell, because he has never answered that question. Maybe he doesn't know himself. At first, he was a freelance, but he began to get quite... demanded. People who knew him soon calling him with the nickname "Purgatory". As one might guess, he was hired on "gigs" that didn't really have the need to avoid collateral damage. As hard as it is to believe, though, he can handle his flamer with care, and with surprising accuarcy. And he does use it with extra care indoors, unless he has a green light to burn the place to the ground. Not caring too much about the morals of life, he finds himself doing 'gigs' for just about anyone who has the cash to hire him for the job. More frequently than not, Kheg the Purgatory has been called by the local mobs to do some serious... clean-ups.

Kheg is a male who enjoys simple things when he has time for hismelf. Most of his free time he spends watching movies, playing, and drinking, with the occassional workout.. He sometimes reads books when able, and does in fact, enjoy a smart, or sometimes, a less smart conversation. He might appear slightly insane, but he is actually very intelligent. He just rarely shows it. He also might have what one could call a "sick" sense of humor. Musically, he loves industrial and metal. He also likes guns to a certain extent, and he is quite handy with them, not meaning he merely knows how to shoot. He loves doing maintenance on things, keeping them in shape. Fixing things, and sometimes building a little something himself. Like battery-powered catapult that fires eggs. Or a flamethrower you can fit in a pocket.

He might be quite distant and he doesn't really do one night-stands, nor does he show too much interest in the general sexual acts. Or it could also be that no one can stand him for too long. May I remind you he does, in fact, have ADHD?

As his history reveals, he is also a pyromaniac, going to somewhat sadistic levels with it. Thankfully, he treats his friends much better than his foes.Sadly, more often than not, you are not his friend.

Cold temperatures, spicy food (ironic, no? ), people with no sense of humor (read, people who hate his sense of humor ), people who claim things they cannot or have not done. If you gloat, you better gloat about something you CAN gloat about, damnit.

Common assholes and dickweeds. Idiots breaking things with improper handling or use. Lack of maintenance on equipment.

Age : 29

Black scales cover his body, with orange stripes mostly on his back, arms and legs and of course on his tail. He has no hair, but has feathers growing on his head (that do kinda look like hair), going all they way down his back to the base of his tail, and on other spots on his body. They appear to be somewhat charred and have not been preened for too much. His tail is rather long, not too flexible but good for smacking people in the face with. Also for balance.

He is athlethic, and otherwise well built, and scores amazing stamina, even though he does chain-smoke. However, that "endless" stamina seems to only kick in when adrenaline flows in his blood, so it is not rare to see him coughing or being otherwise winded on his free time thanks to his urge to smoke.When he however, does seem to have his kick, he truly shows that he is a raptor; constant running, jumping, flips, wallwalking, rolls, ect. While firing a flamethrower. Yeah, I know.

A mercenary by trade, prefers using a flamethrower and a high-caliber handgun as a backup weapon along with a short double-barrelled shotgun that uses Dragon's Breath shells. His armor is a mixture of heavy and light, protecting vital spots while making it easy to manouver at the same time. Not to mention a little heat protection never hurts, right?

Nickname: Purgatory

 He has a high-heat tolerance, but by no means is he fully fireproof. He is simply very, very used to the heat.

Quite handy, as well, skilled in electronics and mechanics and quite skilled at weapon maintance, customization and such.It's good he has sometimes put that ADHD into enthusiastic use of studying!

 Casually, he bears no sing that he is a mercenary, usually dressing in a red T-shirt and black cargo pants with lots of pouches in it. That usually have stuff in them, too. And more often than not most of that stuff might combust into flames.

 He is also a heavy smoker, much to the dislike of people who prefer smoke-free environment . Because he does not care if you hate smoking.