Post by Marcus Williams on Jun 29, 2009 15:26:46 GMT -6
Name: Marcus William
Nickname(s): None
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Affiliation: None
Personality: Marcus is very cold. After the things that have happened to him, he has given up on people. It is very hard to get close to him, and people who are able to get this close to him are either dead or have been killed. Marcus prefers to be solitary and quiet, spending most of his time alone in motel rooms in the different towns he visits
Skills: Killer Aim xD
Powers: N/A
Weaknesses: N/A
Family: Mother, father and sister are all dead. The sole living relation is his grandmother, who lives in Finland
Character Likes: Nothing to speak of, besides Thai Food
Character Dislikes: People in general
Appearance or Pictures:
Background: Marcus was born into a small family of his mother, his father and his older sister. He lived a fairly regular life until he was 14. His mother and father were caught in the crossfire at a bank robbery. Soon after, his sister was hit by a drunk driver and killed as well.
After this, he became very cold and solitary. His best friend had connections with people "in the business", and soon enough he had set himself up as a high-profile assassin. He had lost his faith in humanity, and believed that by getting rid of those who were corrupted, the world would be a better place
Roleplay Sample: Marcus was trapped at the back of the compound. He’d just taken out her target, and now his guards were trying to track him down. He only had twelve bullets for 10 guards; not great odds, but it would have to do. He stepped out from behind the shadows of the wall and shot the guard closest to him at point blank range. Marcus jumped back behind her cover as a volley of shots rang out. He stepped out again and shot three of the guards, but only hit a fourth in the leg. “Damnit!” she muttered. “A wasted shot . . .”
Marcus pulled the pin out of her only grenade and threw it at the guards. Three were too close and were killed in the explosion. Using the smoke and flames as cover, he shot another two guards. Using his last 5 shots, he took out the sniper on the roof. “Mission accomplished,” he smirked. He then turned and left
Nickname(s): None
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Affiliation: None
Personality: Marcus is very cold. After the things that have happened to him, he has given up on people. It is very hard to get close to him, and people who are able to get this close to him are either dead or have been killed. Marcus prefers to be solitary and quiet, spending most of his time alone in motel rooms in the different towns he visits
Skills: Killer Aim xD
Powers: N/A
Weaknesses: N/A
Family: Mother, father and sister are all dead. The sole living relation is his grandmother, who lives in Finland
Character Likes: Nothing to speak of, besides Thai Food
Character Dislikes: People in general
Appearance or Pictures:
Background: Marcus was born into a small family of his mother, his father and his older sister. He lived a fairly regular life until he was 14. His mother and father were caught in the crossfire at a bank robbery. Soon after, his sister was hit by a drunk driver and killed as well.
After this, he became very cold and solitary. His best friend had connections with people "in the business", and soon enough he had set himself up as a high-profile assassin. He had lost his faith in humanity, and believed that by getting rid of those who were corrupted, the world would be a better place
Roleplay Sample: Marcus was trapped at the back of the compound. He’d just taken out her target, and now his guards were trying to track him down. He only had twelve bullets for 10 guards; not great odds, but it would have to do. He stepped out from behind the shadows of the wall and shot the guard closest to him at point blank range. Marcus jumped back behind her cover as a volley of shots rang out. He stepped out again and shot three of the guards, but only hit a fourth in the leg. “Damnit!” she muttered. “A wasted shot . . .”
Marcus pulled the pin out of her only grenade and threw it at the guards. Three were too close and were killed in the explosion. Using the smoke and flames as cover, he shot another two guards. Using his last 5 shots, he took out the sniper on the roof. “Mission accomplished,” he smirked. He then turned and left