(Yes, he's the guy in the top hat)
Name: Major Max Dick
Faction: United States/His own damn self
Role/position/rank: Ex-military/ex-nuclear scientist/ex-spy/current cowboy on vacation
Equipement: Pretty damn big. Er, A 45. semi-auto also.
Abilities & skills: Max is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant as well as highly trained in the use of small arms and espionage. Max also has previous experience with espianage and speaks four different languages; English, Russian, German, and French (if he really, really, really has to). Max also has a very good understanding of nuclear science.
Background: Max was a skilled child, growing up, though sadly his parents never really spent much time with him, instead leaving him in the care of Jeeves McBenson, an english butler his secret agent mother had found during her travels. After graduating a military school with top honors, Max went into the military, like his father, and graduated to the rank of Major. However, Max quickly grew bored of being in the military, and eventually became a spy, like his mother.
WHile acting as a spy, Max learned many things, like nuclear physics, and was eventually recruited to help make the bombs, fat boy and little man, which were eventually dropped on Hiroshima. However, a tragic event which was forever seared into Max's mind happened on that fateful day. Somehow, someway, a kitten happened to run unto the runway of the bombers as they returned from dropping the atomic bombs, and the engines propelled the kitten like a tiny football into the air. As it spiraled, going "MMMRRROOOWWW MMMRRROOOWWW MMMRRROOOWWW" like a college football, eventually hitting a wall, Max realised how his actions could indirectly cause innocent people, even innocent kittens, to be harmed or killed.
After this startling revelation, Max decided to leave the military behind, forcibly setling to become a cowboy and live at a ranch he bought with some of his millions of dollars he got from his filthy rich parents. He spent his days doing what cowboys do; smoking, shooting whiskey, and having sex with milkmaids. Still, there would be nights where he would wake up in a cold sweat, dreams of that poor kitten haunting him, and reminding him how he had contributed to it's death. Max was a broken man.
It was by mere chance that he was in the city when the invasion happened. The only question was, would a fuck be given, and if so, would it result in anything of note?