Post by Shockwave99 on Apr 9, 2010 10:34:43 GMT -5
Name: Bastian Brookshire
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian Human
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Power Level: (High-Tier Low) 3
Timeline: Modern Day
Appearance: Tall (about 5’8”), muscled but not bulky, piercing grey eyes that change from deep smoky grey to silver at odd intervals(depending on his mood), chiseled narrow features, wouldn’t be considered handsome but has a rugged appearance, shoulder length black hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, black western style broad brimmed hat, jeans tucked into the tops of black boots, tight white tank covered by a black leather jacket (not shiny leather, the other kind), wears two belts that cross each other on his hips holding the holsters for two Browning 9x19mm Parabellums, containing clips of modified hollow tip rounds.
Personality: He’s… different, that’s for certain. His sense of humor is considered dry by some and morbid by others. The fact that he appreciates a good kill by anyone and of anything disputes his claim of ‘Playing for the White Ties’, his actions in combat causing more concern. He maintains a cheery disposition throughout any battle, hardly taking anything seriously. Some even question if the word serious or any of its synonyms exist in his vocabulary. Despite his crude mannerisms he holds respect and cordiality toward women and likes kids. Men, however, find his charm and dry wit irritating.
History: Born in the south, he was raised by his mother after his father disappeared. Her struggle to keep them alive was probably the root of his high regard and respect for women.
After she passed away from an unknown disease (they couldn’t afford doctors), Bastian went out on his own, searching for a way to survive. He found that way in bounty hunting. He became skilled in the art of moving through the darkened alleys of the city and perfected his use of firearms. Through practice and training, he developed physical strength that he utilizes whenever there’s an opportunity for a fight.
After a few years of wandering the streets collecting bounties, he was ‘recruited’ by a branch of the police force in his base city. Working as a double agent with the government and the underworld bosses, he dances on the line between death and imprisonment… and loves every minute of it.
Powers: None to speak of, unless you count the ability to talk his way out of any situation he lands himself in. (Many of which his mouth got him into in the first place.)
Equipment: A pair of Brownings, a bowie knife he keeps stuck into his right boot, another small caliber handgun kept in the inside left breast pocket of his jacket, a switchblade that he carries in his back pocket, and another straight blade kept hidden up his sleeve.
Weakness: The same as any other human. (He’s just hard to kill, about like a cockroach.>.<)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian Human
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Power Level: (High-Tier Low) 3
Timeline: Modern Day
Appearance: Tall (about 5’8”), muscled but not bulky, piercing grey eyes that change from deep smoky grey to silver at odd intervals(depending on his mood), chiseled narrow features, wouldn’t be considered handsome but has a rugged appearance, shoulder length black hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, black western style broad brimmed hat, jeans tucked into the tops of black boots, tight white tank covered by a black leather jacket (not shiny leather, the other kind), wears two belts that cross each other on his hips holding the holsters for two Browning 9x19mm Parabellums, containing clips of modified hollow tip rounds.
Personality: He’s… different, that’s for certain. His sense of humor is considered dry by some and morbid by others. The fact that he appreciates a good kill by anyone and of anything disputes his claim of ‘Playing for the White Ties’, his actions in combat causing more concern. He maintains a cheery disposition throughout any battle, hardly taking anything seriously. Some even question if the word serious or any of its synonyms exist in his vocabulary. Despite his crude mannerisms he holds respect and cordiality toward women and likes kids. Men, however, find his charm and dry wit irritating.
History: Born in the south, he was raised by his mother after his father disappeared. Her struggle to keep them alive was probably the root of his high regard and respect for women.
After she passed away from an unknown disease (they couldn’t afford doctors), Bastian went out on his own, searching for a way to survive. He found that way in bounty hunting. He became skilled in the art of moving through the darkened alleys of the city and perfected his use of firearms. Through practice and training, he developed physical strength that he utilizes whenever there’s an opportunity for a fight.
After a few years of wandering the streets collecting bounties, he was ‘recruited’ by a branch of the police force in his base city. Working as a double agent with the government and the underworld bosses, he dances on the line between death and imprisonment… and loves every minute of it.
Powers: None to speak of, unless you count the ability to talk his way out of any situation he lands himself in. (Many of which his mouth got him into in the first place.)
Equipment: A pair of Brownings, a bowie knife he keeps stuck into his right boot, another small caliber handgun kept in the inside left breast pocket of his jacket, a switchblade that he carries in his back pocket, and another straight blade kept hidden up his sleeve.
Weakness: The same as any other human. (He’s just hard to kill, about like a cockroach.>.<)
