Turner | |
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Summary | |
Title: | Lone Tracker |
Age: | 41 |
Gender: | Male |
Race: | Human |
Job: | Sheriff |
Likes: | Family |
Dislikes: | Gangs |
Hobby: | Falconry |
Specialty: | Cow wrangling |
Type: | Ranged, Physical |
Class: | Striker |
Pros: | High burst damage and attack speed |
Difficulty: | |
Released: | Early Access |
Voice Actor: | D.C. Douglas |
Stats | |
Health: | 1630 (+102 per level) |
Energy: | 100 |
Speed: | 550 |
Attack: | 56 (+1.9 per level) |
Defense: | 47 (+1.8 per level) |
Basic Attack | |
Protection | |
Regen | |
Health | 65 (+8.4 per level) |
Energy | 30 |
Turner is one of the playable Hypers in Hyper Universe.
Introduction[ | ]
This hyper can aggressively pressure enemies by dealing long range damage. His critical rate is higher than that of other hypers, and all of his skills benefit from that. However, his attack speed and survival skills are lacking so he must maintain distance from his targets.
Story[ | ]
The man was a sheriff, but a pragmatic one. He would break up fights and settle disputes, but turned a blind eye to the big gangs and cutthroats. Because of that, his seemingly-peaceful town was a haven for the worst desperados around. Guns, drugs, and worse things passed through there under a haze of disappearances and killings. Deep in his heart, the man knew he should do something about the injustice around him. But he was only one man, and the gangs held all the cards. And if they occasionally dropped a sack of cash on him, so much the better. Sheriffs from other towns considered him a whipped dog but dared not lift a finger against him, lest they call the attentions of the outlaws on their own homes.
All that changed the day the man witnessed a young girl being kidnapped. The gang had grown bold enough to make their move in broad daylight and in the middle of town. The man recognized her as a friend of his daughter, and reached for his gun. But the gang passed right by him, with the leader cracking a joke at him and slipping a little something into his pocket. It was a lot of something, actually, a lot of money. The man eased off his gun, and the girl was never seen again.
The man believed that his actions would keep his wife and daughter safe, but he was destined for a rude awakening. Warned by a friend at the bar, he rushed home one night to find the place silent. His wife was not on the doorstep to admonish him for returning so late. She was seated at the kitchen table, head slumped over, cold and still. Her body was covered in wounds from a terrible struggle. As he struggled with the shock, his neighbor came in screaming.
"They tried to take Catherine! She tried to stop them, and they..."
His daughter Catherine was long gone, but he vowed she would not be the next to vanish. The man went to his trunk and took up his hunting rifle and traps. At the gang's hideout he was stopped by the fellow who had bribed him that day. He said the money was for his daughter, and that their business was concluded. The man agreed, and shot the fellow square between the eyes. Gunshots filled the air for a time, and then silence fell. The man emerged from the hideout alone, as the bodies of the gang members grew cold and still. He rode home and made his final arrangements with his neighbor.
"Please take care of my wife's funeral. Put freesia on her grave... that was her favorite."
He left that night, and never returned. A long road lay ahead of him, with his daughter waiting for him at the very end.