Character Name: "Dead Eye" Dante McPhadden
Dante stands 5' 11" tall and has a slim but wiry 200 pound frame to his credit. Rusty brown colored hair sometimes falls over his face, partly obscuring a brown iris but a simple push of these locks reveals it and a green iris a little more clearly. His attire is fairly simple, consisting of a dark brown, gold trimmed jacket concealing a green undershirt tucked into a set of gray denim jeans, accented by two leather belts. One hangs off of Dante's waist while another is strapped to his right thigh while black leather boots cover his feet. Of the weapons he carries, is his personalized .38 pistol that he always carried with him. Another weapon he carried is a revolver, but is one that he handmade himself. This one is a .50 caliber revolver
capable of punching a hole of just about anything that he can set his eyes on.
Personality: A quiet and calm sort, Dante usually comes off as stiff or blunt, but the opposite is true. He is actually more laid back than anyone suspects. A few other times, he uses his bluntness to drive a point home, but he has a tendancy just to be sarcastic in a friendly manner. What you shouldn't do is get him angry unless if you were looking to get psychologically cut down to size.
Character Name: Heishiro Kenseth
Heishiro stands about 6' 2" and has an athletic build of about 220 to 230 pounds of toned muscle. The armor he wears is something that was given to him by a fellow mercenary after a raid on an armory of about four years ago. Since then, he keeps it as a memento of times long forgotten in the annals of his history. When not in that armor, he is normally seen wearing a sleeveless white shirt, black pants and black leather boots. Short brown hair juts out mostly in front, sometimes aggravating him whenever it got in his face and brown eyes.
Personality: Heishiro has an aura of arrogance, but not as pronounced as some would have suspected. Whenever he does something, he follows it to the very end and spares no quarter to those who get in his way. If the unfortunate DOES in fact do so, that individual might as well have grabbed a noose and start looping it around his or her neck, because he will just plow right through them all with seemingly reckless abandon and never look back. In his opinion, it was either (as he said it) his way or get out of his way.
Most other times, Heishiro can be seen playing around on a mah-jhong board by himself and rarely ever speaks up unless if he was spoken to. Yet he would get so lost within the game, he had a tendancy to tune the person talking to him completely out and never say a word. A few other times, Heishiro can be socialable. However, he doesn't really flaunt himself out so much like some people do.
Biography: Born into a life of poverty, Heishiro's family was pretty much one of the many that was considered the low man on the totem pole. His father worked three jobs, his mother had three children (he was the youngest of three brothers) and there wasn't much that they could do about their situation as they all lived from day to day from paycheck to paycheck. A few times, they snaked in under the wire and sometimes they went without for a while.
The last time they went without, the entire family was casted out of the house they lived in for about 12 years of Heishiro's life. In turn, the mother and father agrued about who should be where and where should they live until the time was right for them all to reunite under the same roof. During this time, Heishiro did the mature thing while the parents squabbled and offered himself up to be placed in an orphanage while the family decided their next move.
Several years had passed since then and during this time, Heishiro enlisted in the military at the age of 17, serving his country as one of the top ranked knights. During one night, on a routine city patrol, word had spread to Hei that something happened in his old hometown. After being granted permission to leave and hurrying back as fast as he could go, he would soon come to a startling sight.
The house he had come to know all of his life was burnt to the ground and his family was brutally murdered in cold blood. When it was discovered that deliberate arson was to blame, Heishiro was absolutely livid at the fact that there was nothing being done to find the arsonist/murderer. This would eventually cause Heishiro to leave the knighthood and eventually took up the profession of a mercenary. He still wonders as to who might have torched his old house and killed his mother and father, but because of his current employment, there was almost no time to stop and think.
Character Name: Samson DaVinci
Samson stands six feet two inches tall and without the armor he wears to a battlefield, he weighs about 215 pounds of purebred athleticism, spending every waking day of his life training it into a well-oiled machine and honing his skills to a razor's edge.
Personality: As they say, there are two sides on a coin. In Samson's case, his demeanor is usually just that. On one side, Samson believes in what is right and looks down upon those who commit their wrongdoings. However, that is the law-abiding side of him. The other side showcases something that no animal nor man was ever meant to see. He is the epitomie of evil, using the laws to twist and bend anyone to his will and then some for the sake of upholding the law, even going so far as to kill, destroy, torture and implicate those who commit the worst possible offenses. All in all, his behavior (while considered irrational but is very much competent) is something more along the lines of a paladin, but has no regards for who it may hurt.
Character Name: Michael St. Johnathan aka "Grimm"
Age: Unknown (Died at 24)
Species: Soulless Human
Michael stands about six feet, one inch tall and has a slim but slightly muscular build of about 160 pounds soaking wet and carrying two heavy luggage bags in each hands. Long, dark gray hair stops at the middle of his back while some of it hangs in front of his face, partly getting in the way of his extremely dark brown (almost black) lifeless eyes that can glow an ominous red whenever something rubs him the wrong way. The large red scythe he carries and the black outfit he wears is a living (or unliving) testament to the fact that he now serves the Grim Reaper as an angel of death.
Personality: Michael in life has seen him something more of a loner, unwilling to budge for anyone and anything. Even in death, his demeanor has hardly improved, yet he seems to relish the fact that he's now a soulless being as indicated by a dark smile of sorts.
Biography: In life, Michael was just you typical run of the mill worker bee trying to make ends meet the only way he knew how: Scrimping whatever he could save and spending it wisely. Sometimes, his grubber of a girlfriend often took more than a lion's share of what he earned, but still, he just went on about his way. This pattern just seemed to repeat itself on a nearly constant basis day in and day out for about several months before he came home one night to find his girlfriend cheating on him with another man.
In an explosive fit of rage once he had finally snapped, there was very little anyone could do to stop Michael from grabbing the nearest thing he could find - which in this case just so happened to have been a 12-gauge pump action shotgun - and committing the most heinous act of violence ever. Once the event was over, Michael had been unaware of the fact that he had literally blew the heads of his former lover and the man she was with off in a bloody mess.
Without even thinking, Michael soon ran out of the place and soon went into hiding for several days, hiding from the face of the public until he was soon spotted by a passing pedestrian. Soon, the police were on him, but not before he was then forced to take his own life into his hands once he had stolen a car and attempted a daring escape. Tragedy would soon strike several hours into the chase, for his left tire blew out from a policeman's pistol shooting at it, causing the stolen vehicle to careen into the median at speeds of roughly 120 miles per hour head on then flip over it end over end violently before coming to rest in the middle of oncoming traffic in a wrecked heap. While other vehicles were fortunate enough to veer out of the way of the wreckage, a semi wasn't. About 10 tons of steel barreled into the wrecked car, crushing Michael's body into oblivion as a result.
Character Name: Reagan Kharn
Species: Feral Human (Canine)
In his human form, Reagan stands roughly about 5' 9" and weighs about 180 pounds of slim but toned muscle. His hair is somewhat shaggy and falls over his golden irises that are slitted like that of his animal-like side, but overall, he looks human enough save for the fact that his superhuman strength, leaping ability and savage attacking style are dead giveaways to his true nature. Another peculiar feature of his is that while he appears to have no visible marks on him, he does have, however, one physical characteristic that makes him stand out from the rest. On the right side of his face, is a years old scar on his cheek that he received courtesy of an accidental knife swipe.
In this form, Reagan grows to about 6' 10" tall and weighs about 300 pounds of sinew, fur and well defined muscle, this is one feral dog you shouldn't mistake as any mere pup. The scar tissue on his face that while is still present even as his face becomes more animal-like, it is partly obscured due to the fur.
Personality: A seamless mix of both Russian and German, he also speaks the English just as clearly, despite the fact that he speaks with a predominantly Russian accent. However, if you get him angry enough, his words will come out in what would normally come out in German but he sometimes unknowingly spews out some furious Russian words as well. Be warned if you're the target of his venom. However, he has a very impeccably long temper despite it's offset by an intolerance towards unimportant and ignorant matters. He is of the opinion that idle chatter is just useless noise, according to him.
Character Name: Cyrus Armoni
Age: Unknown, but looks to be about 22
Species: Dragon-Human Hybrid
Cyrus stands approximately six feet tall and has a medium frame of about 180 pounds in his human form, but he makes an effort to at least keep it maintained whenever he has a chance to do so. Long, black and sometimes wild hair is usually seen whipping around his face with a strong wind blowing around him, occasionally getting in the way of his extremely sharp and intelligent eyes that bare a striking resemblance to droplets of ice.
In this form, Cyrus grows to an immense 20 feet long, has an 18 foot wingspan, weighs about as much as ten buses and has scales that glimmer like freshly driven snow. However, he only has a need for this form when he needs to get to a destination over a long distance that requires him to get there as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a tremendous waste of energy to just morph into a dragon and go to someplace that isn't too far away.
Personality: Cyrus is actually one of the kinds of people who would actually give the shirt he has off of his back and give it to you without even considering anything in return. This was considered the norm for Cyrus, for he had always been brought up in this fashion, something along the lines of the classic biblical saying, "Do unto others as they do unto you." But unless if you do something that takes advantage of this kindness or betray him, then expect to be punished severely, for he will deem the offender's actions to be unforgivable.
Character Name: Jack McKenzie
Jack McKenzie stands roughly about 6' 2", has a neatly chiseled 230 pound frame adorned with several tattoos on his chest, back and arms. Most of them were prison tattoos he received when he was incarcerated for five years under a vehicular manslaughter charge, but they were tattoos nonetheless. One tattoo showcases a skull and crossbones adorning his right shoulder, another on his back showing a set of bloodied angel's wings with the words "Fallen One" written in archaic lettering and a set of crosshairs on the right side of his chest with the words, "Kill Me Here" written through it.
Personality: More of the strong and silent type, but easily irritable when something or someone aggravates him a great deal. He is under the assumption that whatever comes his way can be dealt with if one were to use everyday logic to solve most of today's problems. Those that do not possess this logic are unable to survive in the modern world. Other times, he has a tendency to clam up about certain things and refuse to answer anyone's question.
Biography: An former prisoner released from Folsom Penitentiary, Jack has since hid his face from the public after certain events that he claimed he had nothing to do with. Nevertheless, he has since moved on from the incident, wanting to continue with his life the way he thought it would be.
Character Name: Benjamin Hudson aka Ronin Hiroshi or "Benji The Heartless"
Appearance: (as according to his last known Predator record prior to termination)
Rank: 1st Class Edge Wielder
Height: 6' 1" tall
Weight: 230 lbs.
Blood Type: A-
Hair Color: Black w/ silver bangs
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Type: Medium build, athletic tone
Skin Color: Lightly Tanned
Despite what his last known record said about him, the majority of what was written about him is correct. The one thing he felt they got wrong was his ethnicity. He was actually of pure Japanese
descent, but he has since disregarded it. His style of clothing reflects his demeanor; care-free yet conservative and professional yet not too uptight either.
He carries his treasured katana closely with him at all times, the blade itself sheathed and strapped to his waist with the blade's edge facing up. This alone gives him an advantage especially since his main area of practice resides mostly in iaijutsu
. On some occasions, he carries his revolvers but they were mostly for show unless if he was pressured to use one or both. On extremely
rare occasions he's seen carrying the .30-06 rifle, but once again it was also merely for show unless if he was absolutely and positively
certain that he needed it.
Personality: Hateful would best describe Benji, but that would be an outright lie. Apathetic could also describe him just as much, but he would just look at you with a cold look in his eyes before giving you an equally chilling smirk then slicing your head clean off of your shoulders without so much as batting an eyelash. Arrogant is yet another good choice, but then his only reply would that he couldn't care any less of what you thought of him before forcibly removing your head from your shoulders in one swing. This attitude alone was what cost him his standing in the world the Predators have long since fought for, claiming that if it were not for the Wall, the Slingers would be running wild in the streets.
But even with all of these "so-called negative personality traits" as he called it, Benji isn't really all that bad of a guy. He makes it rather clear to those that invade his personal space that they are either looking to offer him a job or they can kindly move along. Be it man or woman alike, they are only given one warning and one warning alone and that one warning comes in the form of a vicious looking glare before splitting you straight down the middle.
Faction/Ranking: Ex-1st Class Predator now working as a lone Slinger mercenary for hire. He never really cared which side won the battle, just so long as he gets paid after the job is done. But if one were to earn his loyalty and trust, not only would that person need to go to a great length due to his lack of sympathy for Slingers, Predators and Disruptors alike, but one would also need to come up with a great sum of money as well.
To find Benji for anything these days, it wouldn't necessarily be all that hard to find him. He often comes and goes as he pleases throughout the Wasteland, never really settling down in one town or one settlement. However, there have been times he's been spotted in a town known simply as Shadowspire Village where he maintains an office of sorts. If one were to locate him here, they needed to travel 25 miles southwest of the Tower and keep going until they came upon it. Just be warned upon arrival in this town. When it comes to strange looking folk, the 500+ people here don't fuck around. Ever since the construction of the Tower, the citizens here went a little paranoid, fearing that one day soon, Hell was going to come to them first, resulting them in stockpiling as many weapons and as much ammo as they could find, even if they had to fashion it themselves.
Equipment: His prized katana
he dubbed the Black Widow, two Colt Single Action Army
revolvers and a Pre 64 Winchester Model 70 National Match .30-06
Abilities/Skills/Style: When it comes to swordfighting, Benji is the kind of guy that would soon reduce you to ribbons if you got too careless or cocky all while giving you a fair chance as according to the bushido code he strictly adheres to. Gunfighting on the other hand and while it comes as no surprise that he has his own personal taste in what type he uses, views it as a means of a last resort should there be no other option. He believes that being all flash and no substance was just another way to get yourself killed out there.
Character Name: Siegfried Arlovsky
At six feet, eight inches tall and weighing at about 275 pounds of military-trained muscle, this is one Russian that doesn't know the meaning of the words defeat, quitting and submission as indicated by the menacing glare he gives off by the looks of those cold and dark brown irises of his.
Personality: Stiff? Possibly. Uncaring? Most likely. Calculating? Always. Fierce? Undoubtedly. Easily driven to kill? Without a moment's hesitation, especially if it was someone that he didn't like. But hey, it's not like he does it to be an outright asshole. He does it for business purposes and nothing more. Besides, it's all about who has the deeper pockets they can reach into to procure his "services".
Biography: A former Spetznaz and member of the Russian GRU during the events of the Cold War, Siegfried was a man that was trained at a young age of how to fight, how to survive, how to kill and how to beat a man into submission by destroying him mentally. There really isn't anything he remembers from his childhood, and even if there was, it was probably beaten to death and torched in a fire with the rest of his memories. His entire life was focused around these aspects.
Training and mastering the martial art of Sambo. Weapons and firearms training. Tactical skills training. Stealth operations. Mastering foreign languages. Resisting and administering torture. Everything that had everything to do with becoming a career soldier in a world that feared what the Russians had in store for the world. After the Cold War had ended and there was no need for someone of his standing, Siegfried easily became dissatisfied and outright despised what his once great country had nurtured him to be: A minister of death, praying for war. A hardened killer readying to put the first bullet into a man's skull from more than a thousand yards out. To break each and every bone in a man's body until he was screaming like a little baby looking for its parents. Siegfried soon left both the GRU and the Spetznaz, stating that he had outgrown them all and didn't belong to useless generals who have nothing better to do with their time other than pushing pens and papers or talking with the very people of whom they were fighting against in the first place. He was met with an immense backlash because of his outlandish remarks, but Siegfried didn't care.
Ever since then, Siegfried decided to put his talents on the market, selling his skills out to the highest bidder.