Coulson Pike

[Coulson Pike]

Well hey, they'd just gotten in here and Cole already found something pretty interesting. Or...he assumed it would be interesting, once Fang could tell him what all these scribbles meant. Cole could only muster a sleepy smile at Fang's comment, wondering where in the world they'd dug up this woman, and how she and Rygdea were involved...and everything else about her, because about all he knew was what other people told him. They'd have to chat some later when they got the chance. Holding in a retort, he instead turned back to the mini-monolith and ran a hand along it to figure out what it was made of. Smooth, but thick. Definitely carved out of here on purpose. Cole could only guess what it was for until Fang reached him, leading him to step back a foot or two and give her some room to expect it. His eyes skimmed over the others in the room, who were tending to stick close to walls and crevices (which was a good thing in his experience), so he turned back to...stare at the back of Fang's head until she had something for him.

Then came the rumbling. Cole met Fang's gaze as soon as she looked back at him. As soon as he'd started to turn and make a break for the staircase that had provided their entry, the first loud crack sounded. The floor was going, and it was going fast.

"Shit, shit, shit! Run for the walls!", Cole yelled, barely able to practice what he preached. Every step he made was matched by a tilt of the floor, to the point that he had to reach for a crack just to keep himself from tumbling down. Judging by the fact that Fang was no longer beside him, she hadn't even gotten as far as he had. Seeing the opposite side of the floor plus Light, Alice and Rygdea slowly disappearing, Cole let himself slide down the huge chunk of floor far enough that he could reach Fang and keep her from getting crushed underneath pieces of floor, taking a swipe at her foot but only able to rake across it before losing his grip on her as well as his own footing at the same moment. As he had many times in similar situations, Cole resigned to the fact that he was going to die once everything finished falling apart. Didn't matter if it was a ten-foot fall or a hundred-foot fall or a ceiling fallling apart or whatever. Cole started sliding down the incline slowly at first, than more quickly when the entire floor broke off and smacked onto the next floor of stone below. He kept himself from being thrown forward and continued sliding until he hit something upright and flipped sideways. At that point, sliding wasn't going to work anymore, so Cole threw himself forward. Thank the gods the floor wasn't too far away, and Cole only bounced against the ground once before he smacked into a second human body and all momentum was stopped. Judging by the breasts, he supposed he'd probably found Fang.

"Son of a bitch," he said, through a groan, as he rolled off of Fang. "You alright?" The falling floor quickly settled in place aside from a few smaller pieces of debris rolling and falling nearby. Not that he could see them. Heck, he could barely see his hand in front of his face. Cole reached down in search of his groin light, but it was probably long gone. What else was long gone? The other three. Cole couldn't hear anyone but Fang in the room with him, and despite the light, he could tell by the heat of the room that it wasn't too big. Over the crackling of debris, Cole could hear an extremely muffled male voice, but couldn't make out a word he was saying. Perfect. All separated, without Cole knowing if everyone else was alright. This couldn't have gotten any better.

Cole turned his head to where he believed Fang was though he couldn't see her. "Stick close. We're screwed if we get separated," Cole mumbled to her, holding his arms out to feel the air around him. "There should be some sort of way out of here. There's a draft, you feel it?" Cole walked forward a few feet, hoping he wouldn't run head-long into Fang when he did so, feeling for the air around him again. "We gotta figure out where it's coming from."

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[Coulson Pike]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] COULSON PIKE HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME COLE AND I'M CURRENTLY 26 YEARS OLD. I'M FROM THE WORLD OF IVALICE WHERE I AM A FORTUNE HUNTER AND ARCHAEOLOGIST. I GO FOR GIRLS AND I WILL THROW MY WEIGHT BEHIND NEUTRAL. ------------------------------------------------- Weapon: Flintlock Pistols: Coulson carries at least one three-shot flintlock pistol on his person at all times. Oftentimes, he has two such weapons. The pistols are fairly straightforward weapons that are only especially effective at a relatively short range. While the pistols are his mainstays, he's the type to grab a weapon off a dead body if he needs to, so he can really be seen with any weapon (whether or not he knows how to use said weapon well). Abilities: Problem-Solving/Adaptability/Photographic Memory: Though he buries the fact that's he's highly intelligent under a facade of gutty stupidity, Coulson is the king of guy who can remember anything he's seen or read almost instantly, and who can utilize all that knowledge, plus a little creativity, in order to pull his ass out of ridiculous situations. This is exactly what makes him such a good treasure hunter - he knows how to figure out ancient clues due to his memory of details and general ability to put two and two together, and he's also crafty enough to get himself out of a bad spot just through a combination of brawn and luck that's pulled together by his brain. Overall, he's not the rocket scientist guy, but his functional intelligence is as high as anyone's. Decent Marksman: Cole is no marksman, but when he's got a gun in his hand he can usually shoot someone with it from a reasonable range. He's definitely not going to shoot himself or someone on his side. He may not always hit who he's shooting at, but he's a pretty solid threat from medium and close range with any gun. Athletisicm: A treasure hunter has to be able to climb through all those narrow labyrinths, right? Coulson can climb with the best of them, is surprisingly strong for his size, and can outrun anyone who isn't a track star. Personality: Cole 's one of those guys you love to hate. He's unnervingly charming, skilled with sarcasm and dry comments, and just quick-minded enough to infuriate most anyone. He reacts to pretty much everything with the most oddly-timed comments he can come up with. Whether he's getting shot at, insulted, slapped in the face......he can pretty much be a somewhat like-able smart-ass for any of it. That's not to say he doesn't get pissed off every now and then- he can get a srs face on when he needs to, and really doesn't take well to such fun activities as betrayal or abuse of power. He also has a great passion for his hunting, and though he may crack some wise all the while he's on the trail of some priceless artifact, his eyes are still on the prize. Those often in contact with him have learned to put up with him fairly well. He's generally liked among his companions, even if he gets on their nerves from time to time. Charming as he may be, he's not the type to make a pass at every woman he meets.......he doesn't trust too many women, for that matter. Still, he's relatively friendly to most anyone that's not shooting at him, so he picks up interest every now and again. He basically treats everyone like a friend until he has a reason not to, and this has occasionally gotten him into trouble. Hence the not trusting women thing. Morally, he's also not too difficult. Cole's got a good heart, but he doesn't always listen to it. He's the type to save someone from the proverbial burning building, yeah, but he also doesn't have any problems with shooting someone that's shooting at him.......and killing that person. He's also a little selfish from time to time.......not at the expense of someone else's health, but possibly their time or their money. Really, he'll do the right thing more often than not when it really counts. When it doesn't........oh well, he won't feel all that guilty about it. There's a heroic side when it comes to friends or innocent people dying, but he likes to seem like the kind of indifferent neutral who doesn't really care either way. People ain't buying that routine, though, and he has a good reputation. History: The son of a Nabradian officer and his noble wife, a relative of the royal family by marriage, Coulson was always filled to the brim with tales of war and tales of peace that his father believed would bring his son to appreciate the military arts. And, in fact, Cole (as he came to be known amongst his friends) would develop quite an interest in history. He'd had it 'up to here', as they say, with his father's expectations for his military career however; he decided long before he came of age that despite his father's wishes and the rearing he received that he would be anything at all but a military man. When he grew into his late teens (after receiving his education and before he would be recruited into the army), he revealed this to his father. They wouldn't speak for roughly four years after this. Cole began a career that he'd learned he had a passion for when exploring with his friends in his youth - he became something of an archaeologist, as he preferred to call himself. In reality, though, he developed simply into a maverick fortune seeker who happened to specialize in treasure. It was not long before the destruction of Nabradia's capital that Coulson would consider returning to his home, now carrying something of an equal parts good and bad reputation from his fortune-seeking. He would not arrive, however, before the seat of Nabradia was destroyed. His mother would be killed in the attack, while his father, stationed outside of the city, would survive. His sister had been on a trip to Rabanastre at the time. Cole would not be able to see his father afterwards - he was told he had gone mad in the aftermath of the attack and destruction and was in no shape to meet with anyone. Cole reluctantly left Nabradia for what would seemingly be the last time, as Rasler was killed at Nalbina fortress and his home country was annexed. After reuniting with his sister and putting what ties he had to royal blood behind him, he would associate himself with a pocket of the Resistance. After the death of Vayne Solidor and the end of the war, Coulson returned to business as usual. He still sees his sister, who is following in his footsteps, with regularity, but he hasn't seen his father since the attack on Nabradia, thinking him to have settled somewhere far-off in some former Nabradian city that has recently been liberated from Archadian control. [/style] ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED KENT AND SITS AT 21. HE LIVES IN THE TIMIEST TIMEZONE AND FOUND THE SITE THROUGH CHOCOLATE. THE CUSTOM TITLE FOR THIS CHARACTER SHOULD BE... I GOT DIS.

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