Post by Xigbar on Dec 20, 2011 15:40:47 GMT -5
It's the cold of night when a lone figure wearing a black coat appeared having caught the trail of a rouge demon and before they knew it was sniped in the head and fell over. Brushing his long ponytail hair with streaks of gray back back he deposited his guns back into his coat.
This is no ordinary man and those who know him are few and far for when you see this man, chances are your already dead. But should your curiosity peak and if you can pay for his services he'd be delighted to tell you.
Of course such information only exists because he likes to get the word of his services out.
Name: The Freeshooter
Age: 30
Personalty: Has a surfer accent, holds alliance to no one but for the right price he'll change his mind. Prefers to taunt and lure his foes into traps where he can be picked off easily. Should you get on his good side he can be quite friendly but should you piss him off and you might find a plasma bolt in your brain.
Alignment: True Neutral
Race: Demon
History: Was once a demon but deciding that he wanted more decided to cross to the human world and become a mercenary as the thrill of hunting someone was always his favorite pastime. He will even turn on his own kind if the pay's good enough. Ethics? Like he cares.
Appearance: A man in his thirty's with an eyepatch over one eye (Got in a scuffle with a real nasty Otherborn and managed to take his right eye.) A faded scar down his left cheek. Black hair with streaks of gray tied in a pony tail. He also wears a black coat.
True Form: As if he was going to tell you.
Powers: Controls space, can warp to anywhere provided he's been there at least once.
This is no ordinary man and those who know him are few and far for when you see this man, chances are your already dead. But should your curiosity peak and if you can pay for his services he'd be delighted to tell you.
Of course such information only exists because he likes to get the word of his services out.
Name: The Freeshooter
Age: 30
Personalty: Has a surfer accent, holds alliance to no one but for the right price he'll change his mind. Prefers to taunt and lure his foes into traps where he can be picked off easily. Should you get on his good side he can be quite friendly but should you piss him off and you might find a plasma bolt in your brain.
Alignment: True Neutral
Race: Demon
History: Was once a demon but deciding that he wanted more decided to cross to the human world and become a mercenary as the thrill of hunting someone was always his favorite pastime. He will even turn on his own kind if the pay's good enough. Ethics? Like he cares.
Appearance: A man in his thirty's with an eyepatch over one eye (Got in a scuffle with a real nasty Otherborn and managed to take his right eye.) A faded scar down his left cheek. Black hair with streaks of gray tied in a pony tail. He also wears a black coat.
True Form: As if he was going to tell you.
Powers: Controls space, can warp to anywhere provided he's been there at least once.
