Futuristic The Night Was Calm - CS

[ShakinMcBacon]

Character sheets here. Parameters are as follows:
Name:
Age/Gender:
Appearance(image or description):
Biography:
Personality:
Skills(try to explain why or how they acquired them if not immediately obvious):

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

Name: Nero Clarthe

Age/Gender: Male, 20

Appearance: Dark green eyes, swarthy, short black hair. 6'0, 150lbs. Often wears a long trench coat.

Biography: Nero was the son of a shopkeeper, and learned to bargain at a young age. However, as business grew tight and competition harsh, Nero assumed the role as his father's secret weapon. If a fellow shopkeeper was found stealing customers, Nero was the one to throw a brick through a window or leave a would-be competitor sporting a black eye. He grew in his skills, and after his father's death he found more lucrative work as a hunter. His recent task was high risk but high reward, and could curry favour with wealthier clients if he succeeded.

Personality: Nero is grim-faced and stoic. With few words he asks little questions of his clients, and his silence can be chilling when confronted in combat. He has a soft spot for children of the slums, but will treat everyone else, cop or rival hunter, with a quiet distrust.

Skills: Melee(for obvious reasons), Unarmed(may resort to fists if lacking a weapon), Barter(childhood)

 

[Dair]

Name: Avalon

Age/Gender: 20, Male

Appearance(image or description): Avalon is an above average man in height considering he is 6'3 and he weighs about 175 pounds. He is slim but toned as well. He has a few minor scars on his hands though nothing to gawk at. He wears a beard that goes from his side burns, down to his chin and up with his mustache though it isn't very thick. He has long brown hair that he ties back in a bun (think Mel Gibson from Patriot). His eyes are also a nice blue if its important. He wears jeans with shoes so thin that they look as if he is just wearing socks though they have a thin sole, tucked into his belt he wears a tank top and over it he wears a long faded red leather coat (it isn't a bright red) with the sleeves cut off just after they pass his shoulders. On his head he wears a brown newsboys cap.

Biography: Avalon grew up poor as they come. He is fine taking a shower in the sewers and sleeping on the concrete as if it was a nice king sized bed. Because of this he has become quite resourceful and as he grew older he found new ways to make some money. When he was younger he mostly stuck to low pick pocketing and scrounging which didn't work as he aged. He found that a lot of people payed a lot of money for a little bit of information and so began his work as a sort of investigative journalist without a newspaper. He would go about his work by investigating every way he could. Talking to people, sneaking about, stealing notes or other things, beating the info out of a few people, hell he even slept with a few marks to find something out though he didn't enjoy it too much. Regardless he enjoyed the work and most of the time he didn't make many enemies since he would work for the highest bidder.

Turns out that caused him to get a few enemies since he was a valuable asset to have and if you didn't pay high enough he shot you down. People got bitter and tried once or twice to off him. He didn't have to pick up a gun most of his life but with his line of work and the few attempts on his life he learned to use a pistol with at least enough skill to win a gunfight or two. After a time of this kind through some of his pointers he found out about some bounty hunting work. He figured he would be good for the job since he had been in a similar line of work though he didn't need to kill his marks. He now hopes that he doesn't have to kill many people, if anyone, though if it comes down to it, it's them or him and he really likes him the more he thinks about it.

Personality: Avalon is a man who enjoys life even with the struggles. He likes a good fight and he LOVES the kind of work he does. Something about being in danger, being where you're not supposed to be and finding things out you're not supposed to know is... fun to him. He was born and raised in an area that was heavily infuenced by the Irish culture and because of that his personality carries a few quirks of the culture. He is pretty easy going and likes to lighten the mood if he can. On top of that he smokes.

Skills(try to explain why or how they acquired): I'd say he is good with pistols, various thief skills (pick pocketing, sneaking, lock picking etc.), and probably has a good speech skill since he had to talk to people a lot when investigating to find the info he needed.

 

[Becker]

Name: Anna Vovk

Age/Gender: 31, Female

Appearance:


Biography: With her parents emigrating from the old war-torn country of Ukraine. Anna's childhood was never easy amongst her two older brothers in a less than ideal home, deep within the sea of Vancouvern suburbs. From a young-age she had a front row seat to what scum resides in the darkness of the poorer districts of the city. With her mother being kidnapped and presumed dead without a trace; Anna's father commited suicide by cop when she was merely twelve years of age. As the police entered her family home in search of anything relating to her father; Anna was picked up a female officer and with that, she never saw either of her brother from that day on. From what she had learned, they were seperated and each child sent to a different orphanage thoughtout the city. Accepting her fate; Anna spent the next seven years studying hard at school, earning good grades in both biology and later forensic science at university. Job opportunities for PHD graduates was difficult and Anna spent a good few years doing desk jobs at a nightclub deep in the bowls of a redlight-district. Eventually after meeting the right connections; she managed to land herself work within the Forensic Identification Unit of the Vancouver Police Department. Her day to day job revolved around piecing together crimescenes and the occasional body within the morgue. Not that she minded, Anna felt desensitized as she believed humans to be little more than bacteria; swarming within the wastes of the world. Rummaging through what l remained of a man's skull after yet another shoot-out in yet another gang war; Anna had a epiphany and went on a extended leave to take things into her own hands. Binging on alcohol and only a migraine from ending it all; she looked throughout the streets for the next thrill, something to convince her that life is worth living. By luck, she sure found it. A middle-aged drug addict crumpled down a dark alley way; Anna approached the unconscious bum and nudged him with her foot to no responce. Sensing a darkness come over her, Anna slipped out a knife; hidden within the folds of the leather pauldron on her left arm and flipped the man onto his back before standing over him. Taking the blade with both hands, she drove the razer sharp edge through his skull and the squelch noise was drowned by the passing crowds. Twisting her grip on the handle, Anna yanked it out; breathing heavily as she stared down over the body. A wickedness befalled her as she knelt back down and went to town on the corpse. Stabbing time and time again, Anna let out a cry of pure frustration, anger and depression. A few blood-crazed minutes passed before she eventually she pulled herself off and quickly left the blood-ridden alleyway; stumbling into the busy, dimly light streets. Desperately trying to wipe away the 'liquid evidence' from her clothing as she quickly walked through the crowds; Anna remarked to herself as she had never felt more alive. Taking a life was so bitter-sweet, it was damn near adictive. Returning home and later back to work, everyone seemed to notice that she was in a much better mood; 'Time off certainly did her some good'. A remark that had never been so true. Over a decade passed where Anna would take occasional holidays to satisfy her sadistic fantasies; with a city so big and hard to police. She felt invincible and in control, how wrong could she had been. Dissatisfied with the lack of results in regards to the sudden disappearances of poorer working people, it wasn't long before angry crowds began to gather outside the Police Department; demanding that a offical statement be given. Typical of the time, the usual "no comment can be given" fell upon deaf ears as the crowds quickly turned into a riot. Looking down upon the men and women from her window, Anna grinned as they reminded her of sheep gathering around their shepherd; huddling together as they waited to be fed. Her amber eyes glowed as the first of many petrol bombs were throw at the building. flinching as rocks were pelted at the windows, Anna stepped away and further into the corridors as several armed police officers braced themselves for a siege. Not wanting to look out of place, Anna ducked her head as she returned to her office to reaquired the service pistol stowed away in her desk. Sliding the 10mm side-arm into a hip holster, Anna then rejoined several colleagues within the reception area and watched on as fellow officers decked out in riot gear fought a desperate battle with the rioting thugs in order to keep them back whilst reinforcement were being sent from other areas. Flicking the safety off her pistol, Anna braced herself again the front desk with the barrel pointed at the front door. She was more than prepared to empty the magazine into the crowds but the oppertunity never came as tear gas was launched into the streets to disperse the unruley citizens. Taking a sigh of deep relief, she leant forwards with her head resting against the desk; Anna decided that enough was enough and never again went out of her way to fulfill her dark enjoyments. Deciding a change of career was needed to distance herself from the fallout of the riots; Anna begun work as a black-market doctor. Tending to wounds that a criminal wouldn't been able to waltz into a hospital with. Unless the fool wanted the police to show up and take them away for 'questioning'. Although she did occasionally dabble in hunting down scumbags for profit and fun. Providing discreet medical services to the various crime-gangs, Anna gradually earned a reputation for being a prominent part of organized crime within the city. An accomplishment that she never really thought much of.

Personality: Anna is a mixed bag of both cynicalism and tongue-in-cheek sarcasm. Whilst she keeps her true ideas to herself, Anna often expresses her discontent through humour instead of idle threats. Anna never did care much for her fellow humans, on the outside at least she does paint a fake smile of humanitiy and kindness. A trick that has served her well within the police department. Anna often sees the world in a simplistic, casual view; conjured deep within her distorted mind.

Skills:
Basic Martial Art (Part of Police Self-Defence training)
Basic Firearms training (Part of her police training)
Extensive first-aid (From her work as a black-market doctor)
Stealth (From her 'dark' activities within the city)
Forensic Science (Studied at University)

 

[ShakinMcBacon]

Wasn't expecting a reply for such an old thread, but I certainly won't deny it! One or two more people and we can start.