Post by Haxflip on Aug 3, 2012 17:24:54 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Fisher, David
Nickname: Dave, Four-Eyes
Age: 22
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: A thin looking person with a soft-spoken voice, David measures six foot two inches and (depending on the job for the day) wears either his usual 'civilian' outfit or a slightly longer jacket made for concealing his crossbow and revolver (not long enough to be a trench coat). His glasses have transition lenses to keep mobility high and movement to a minimum regardless of state and just for the sheer fact of him being lazy during the day.
Height: 6'2"
Clothing preference: Black jacket (basically a hoodie), carpenter jeans, t-shirt.
Special markings: What appears to be claw marks down the right side of his neck, left ear piercing.
Weapon: M24 SWS (Sniper rifle), Chu-ke nu (Chinese repeating crossbow, heavily modified to be more concealable), Model 586 S&W Revolver (6-inch barrel)
((I'll post the links later incase people are confused.))
Ability: Targeting weak points (Within visual range, does not work through thermal or night vision equipment)
Specialty in combat: Support (spotter, sniper), Cheap tactics (sand in the eyes, tripping people, etc).
Role in organization: Assassin, spy.
Relations
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings/Other: Brother, Mike, Presumed alive.
History
Short background: (Wrote as someone telling his story)
Well, where I am to begin with this..? David never knew his parents. They were both shady characters, even for the family.
They never told anyone where they went, what they did, and so on. Thus, he was raised with his younger
brother, Mike, in a number of places; first an orphanage here, some family there, occasionally on the streets. His life
wasn't easy. Still isn't easy. Never will be easy at this point. Eventually Dave had to ask a friend to watch over
Mike when he enlisted for the military... Wasn't even sure he'd do it to be honest. But sooner or later he'd realize
his dream of becoming a marksman, and a damn good one at that.
From what I recall from the letters he sent, David took his marksman's test several times before both he, and the
instructor realized he needed glasses. So upon getting the new eyewear, his tag name was Four-eyes and he finally
passed his test. He would eventually ask to not get the pay he was promised for his time enlisted but to instead
ask for the rifle he'd been using. Not wanting to see a man without his rifle, his commanding officer saw to it that
David got his wish. Leaving the base with his rifle slung across his back and several rounds in his pocket, he began
to wander who his parents were and if they were still alive.
Starting from central California and working eastward, he gathered various newspaper clippings about
"two mysterious criminals" with a price tag of stolen goods large enough to make Bill Gates drool.
After questioning various people of all backgrounds, starting from the poor working upwards, he had come to the conclusion
that these people weren't his parents. Finding two worn gravestones in the backyard of an abandoned house in Ravenna,
Michigan, just barely making his last name out on the larger one, he had found not only his parents, but the house
in which they lived in.
The last time I heard from David was when he had got his hands on a phone and actually called me to bring Mike to the
house. After some extensive driving, various speeding tickets, and multiple idiots on the road, I had made it to where
David said to meet him. I gave him credit though, finding that house where it was on his own must of taken some detective
work. Ran down five miles away from the road through a tree line and no visible driveway? What the hell was he doing back
that far from the road? Anyway, Mike returned a minute or so later with a note that Dave had obviously wrote, the kid
wrote like an intelligent chicken, saying to fix up the house and make sure that Mike could live on his own. He'd pay
me back later. And that brings us to the question we've all been asking.. Where's Dave?
Likes:
- Reading
- Head 'Splosions (Grim sense of humor. Snickers upon headshot)
- His sniper rifle (Affectionately named : Syndey)
Dislikes:
- Injury (Himself or others)
- Idiots (If he suspects your character is smart, don't play dumb)
- Senseless Genocide (I'm looking at you Hitler)
Strengths:
- Ranged Combat (Marksman and Spotter ability. Able to assist others with aiming over long distances with many weapons)
- Stealth (Street level 'blend in and acquire information')
- Parkour (AKA: High Agility)
- Quicker than average (AKA: Runs a mile in 6 minutes)
Weaknesses:
- Melee combat (knocking someone over to get distance is the extent)
- Getting hit
- Misanthrope
And Everything Else
Additional info: ((Can't place anything here at the moment, nothing to put here, error 404)
RP Sample: ((Think of it as a prelude to everything, Yeah, I'm that original))
"Where the hell..." began Dave, short of breath and tied to what seemed to be a radiator. He saw a viewing window on the door to his left open and heard muffled laughter, he hated it when people were 'parading' him around. Everywhere he went, people would bring attention to him JUST because he carried a rifle with him.
"You'll know soon enough where you're going, just sit there like a good little rat and don't make any sudden moves."
This voice sounded awkward and almost stupid to Dave. "I'm chained to a fucking heating system, with no possible
way to move because this chain is short as hell, AND YOU want ME to not move? You're probably the smartest person in this whole area!" Dave was angry. Idiots. How he wished to get his hands on his weaponry just so he could put some sort of projectile in his skull, but with the chain being expertly fastened to his left arm and the fact that he could barely hold more than the weight of his roughly 70 pound rifle, he couldn't escape his binds.
The man behind the door laughed, the sound, for what little got into the room, was horrible. Finally, Dave had noticed
that there wasn't just one man behind the door, but several judging from the vibrations in the wooden floor. "Can I atleast get some food? I haven't eaten in hours and I highly doubt you want a dead prisoner.." Dave said. Within mere moments, a plate was slid across the floor, a faint clicking noise, and the viewing window was slammed shut and locked. Dave had been released from his binds. "Wow... Idiots that I can reason with. What sort of godsend
is that? Whatever it was, I got food and I can move around now, for what little its worth."
What felt like a few hours later, numerous explosions and gunfire was heard outside Dave's room. "Awesome, maybe one of them tripped and made something horrible happen. One less person in the world and one more person eligible for a Darwin" he said as he stood up to pace around the room. "Whatever you do, don't let him out!" he heard someone yell frantically over the explosions, gunfire, and now a loud warning alarm. Dave had made multiple ideas on how to get out of this godforsaken room and he finally had his chance when he noticed a loose floorboard. Pulling at it with all his strength and determination he had managed to pull most of
the board up so he could crawl into the space and ultimately escape. It wasn't until now that he realized he just got out of a suspended room on a boat that had come under fire.
"Alright, there were two infront of the room earlier and now there's only one set of shoes.." Dave muttered. After finding a suitable area to stand up without being seen right away, he had noticed that sixteen feet away from him was his rifle, crossbow, and revolver. Fifteen feet away from him? A behemoth of a man standing atleast eight foot and looked like he could wrestle bears in his sleep by Dave's standards. Getting past this guy isn't going to be easy, he thought. And just as Dave was going to move and try to slip by, luck decided to shine upon him and the man had been ordered to
move and help fight back whatever had attacked the ship. Dave had gathered up what he had and had 'borrowed' some more ammunition for his guns and then it he got a good view of where he was.
He was within swimming distance of an island. Even weighed down by what he had, he could SWIM to his FREEDOM. But just as
Dave realized this, he suddenly felt very tired and uneasy. He hit the floor face first, a dart sticking out from the back
of his neck.
((Links))
(( tinyurl.com/c3tcqvx -Sniper))
(( tinyurl.com/cht39ml -Crossbow))
(( tinyurl.com/c4xbnf5 -Revolver))