Name: Shazam

Age: 28

Starting Planet: Earth

Race: Human

Transformation Path: Human Transformations

Racial Traits: Good Bargains, Intelligence, Wealthy

Items: One time use space pod

Fighting Style: Distanced Fighter

Faction: Red Ribbon Army

Sexuality: Bisexual

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Appearance: Six feet tall and well-groomed. Blond, blue eyes, muscular but not overly so.

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Personality: Polite and well mannered, Shazam’s initial impression is one of a true gentleman. However, under his cold, stoic gaze lies an opportunistic man willing to step over anyone to get what he wants. Shazam is very brief, preferring to speak in a direct manner.

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History: Shazam joined the Red Ribbon Army out of a need for money in his teens. He was destitute before the RRA took him in, partially due to the actions of the RRA themselves. The organization let loose an android that destroyed most of his home town. He had no choice but to become a recruit.

Shazam clawed his way from being a lowly private to being a high-ranking staff officer. His role in the Red Ribbon Army is one of espionage, counter-espionage, and assassination, though he can handle himself in a direct confrontation if need be.

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Techniques:
[OT1] Pressure Point Attack: Shazam targets a pressure point with physical blows.

[OT1] Bullseye: Shazam uses a gun charged with his ki to blast an opponent.

[DT1] Energy Barrier: Shazam presses a button on his watch (or similar gadget) and creates a forcefield.

[ST1] Chameleon Invisibility: Shazam can camouflage his body (and clothing) into the same color and pattern as his surroundings.

[ST1] Ki Suppression: Shazam can hide his power level.

[ST1] Ki Sense: Shazam has the ability to detect other energy signatures.

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Roleplay Sample: 

Staff Officer Shazam sat behind his mahogany desk. He was relaxed, reading a book on military theory in his favorite black leather chair. It was quiet at headquarters… Too quiet.

Shazam looked up at the metal grate attached to the ceiling of his office. A faint clang could be heard before a balaclava-clad face peeked through the metal bars. The staff officer nonchalantly, without putting down his book, grabbed the revolver sitting on his desk with his right hand and shot the intruder.

The grate broke from the weight of the spy’s body as he crashed into the expensive red carpet below. He watched as Shazam calmly stood up from his desk, momentarily setting the revolver back on the wood surface to place a small paper bookmark between the pages of “Tao’s Guide to Mercenary Work.” Staff Officer Shazam picked up his revolver and walked over to the spy. The blood trickling out of the intruder darkened the officer’s carpet.

“Who sent you?” he asked plainly.

“I’ll never tell you!” the spy shouted.

Shazam raised his foot and stomped on the spy’s sucking chest wound, causing him to scream. “Alright, alright! It was… It was the PTO. They sent me to steal documents, I swear!”

The staff officer removed his foot, then walked back over to his leather chair and sat down. He sighed, then picked up the rotary phone sitting on his desk and dialed a number.

“This is Staff Officer Shazam. Yes, the gunfire was me. No, I’m not hurt. Can you send a maid up here? I have some stains in my carpet. Thank you.”