Post by Dizzy on Feb 9, 2015 9:31:16 GMT -5
Character Name:
N/A
Nickname(s):
Spectre
Race:
Human
Sex:
Male
Age:
28
Birthplace:
Unknown to him.
Height:
5'10''
Weight:
180 pounds
Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Brown
Hair Style:
Usually kept shaved, will sometimes grow out slightly.
Facial Hair:
Normally clean shaven.
Skin Color:
Caucasian
Build:
A soldiers build, lean, muscular and athletic.
Distinguishing Features:
An arrowhead shaped emblem branded into his chest over his heart.
A fist sized Enclave symbol tattooed in the left side of his neck.
Profession:
N/A
Skills:
Hunting and gathering, general knowledge of survival in the wastes / wilds.
Training:
The Enclave, trained Marksman, close quarters combat, hand to hand combat, infiltration, reconnaissance, questionable interrogation methods.
Other Abilities:
Impeccable vision out of his right eye. Quick thinker.
Apparel:
The clothing he wears consists mostly of brown and black clothing made of both leather and cloth that wraps tightly around his skin. On his hands he wears leather gloves. The right glove is missing the index finger and the ring finger, while the left glove is missing the pinkie and the middle finger. Aside from his normal attire hes usually found wearing a thin tattered faded black sweatshirt with the hood up over his head, and worn, faded brown steel-toed boots which are held together by clasps rather than laces. Last but not least is what hes known for, a black balaclava, with two slits for the eyes. The face of the balaclava has a white skull stained on it, and at a first glance one would actually think that this was his face. Spectre wears the patch of his once existing faction on his right forearm, which looks like a red arrow head. He also has the emblem branded into his chest, so that it may never be removed from his body.
Weaponry:
12'' combat knife strapped to his left boot.
.45 caliber sidearm strapped to his right hip.
Modified .50 caliber bolt action rifle with a rifle scope. Holds 3 rounds at a time and requires frequent maintenance due to its current condition.
Other Equipment:
A very small backpack used to keep ammunition, spare gun parts, and other miscellaneous tools.
Affiliation:
Ex-Enclave
Religious Belief:
Believes in no higher being, and if there was one, it is no longer interested in mankind.
Sexual Preference:
Female
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Spectre is a very patriotic man who believes in the old United States. His views always clashed with those of the Enclaves, not believing that everyone outside the Enclave was a plague, but those who caused anarchy to his beloved nation were. Some consider him insane, which is partially true. But he is in fact very much all there upstairs, and highly intelligent, which some would likely consider to be a dangerous concoction. He thinks he's bulletproof and unkillable, regardless of the many scars his body carries from the near death injuries he has acquired over the years, not to mention the permanent damage he has done to himself as well. Spectre has a habit of over analyzing mostly everything, and has a deep seething hatred for those who make it their life to inflict pain and misery on those surviving in the world. Spectre lacks certain emotions, such as mercy, forgiveness, and everything else that makes a human being kind. His sister fills these roles and acts as his better half, but without Nessa near him for extended periods of time, his mind slowly decays into madness, causing him to lose focus on the path he originally set himself on. To cleanse the wastes of those who have darkness in their hearts, and when in an unfavorable state of mind sometimes causes him to attack those who he originally set out to protect.
Spectre can't remember much from his childhood, in fact he can't even remember his own real name. All that he can recall are blurred, vague memories from when he was younger, but nothing that he can actually hold onto. His parents belonged to the Enclave when he was very young, before his sister Nessa was even born. As time passed his parents began to doubt The Enclaves purpose and decided to resort to desertion. Not wanting to take their son that could not even walk yet, they left the one who would eventually be known as Spectre at the doorstep of another family before leaving, knowing that The Enclave would provide protection for their son as he grew. As he grew, the child eventually joined the ranks of The Enclaves forces. The Enclave soldiers that he trained and worked with had given him the nickname of Spectre from the uncanny natural talent he showed on the field, and the nickname stuck.
He was able to move without being seen given the right environment, he was disturbingly efficient at close range, and was capable of infiltrating areas to obtain information and take the lives of people without alerting anyone of his presence, anyone who remained alive for that matter.
Spectre was stationed at an outpost on the West Coast with those he called brothers, their unit belonged to an Enclave remnants group that acted as an outpost for the once great faction. During the main assault on The Enclave, his outpost was hit as well. Before they knew it the NCR had descended upon their post with a purpose, and like any group of men, Spectre and the ones he called family fought back tooth and nail. Surprisingly the fighting had lasted several days, and during the last day it was just Spectre and one other Enclave soldier left to face the remaining NCR movement. There was a pause in the shooting, and when the gun shots picked back up it took another four hours before it ceased again. Only Spectre and the one other Enclave soldier remained, and with the fighting over they both agreed to make their way back to the Enclave HQ as fast as they could.
They arrived at the Remnant HQ to see it destroyed, and they found nothing but naked Enclave bodies scattered across the streets, and the dripping paint of Brotherhood of Steel symbols painted on the walls. Spectre and his only fellow survivor lingered in and around the place they once called home, and his friend eventually died off due to dehydration over the course of time.
While rummaging through the deserted remnant HQ he came across an old United States Special Forces book which contained detailed information, which upon reading, painted a picture of some skills that he could add to his array of training. One of the other things Spectre found that he considers to be of high value happened to be a small old style American flag patch, which he keeps sewn into the right shoulder of his clothes. With nothing left in the West for him, Spectre began his very long journey to the East, which was filled with trails and near death events until he eventually landed himself in Washington D.C.
In his travels and years of fighting, Spectres body has taken quite the beating. His skin may heal and scars might be left as reminders, but the internal damage is permanent. His hearing is less than one hundred percent, mostly due to the repeated exposure to his high powered rifle going off next to his ears. He has lost some vision in his left eye, both of his shoulders have been torn and even though they have healed, they still cause him problems from time to time. Lastly his back likes to act up and cause issues every now and then despite him being in his physical prime.
Spectre does not recall exactly when he donned his black tattered skull stained mask, it might have been when he had crossed the country, or perhaps it started in D.C. But why he wears it is unknown even to him, perhaps it's a way to disconnect himself from the past. Maybe he wears it because it allows him to perform the gruesome activities he takes part it, a way to hide his face from the world in order to have no regret. Perhaps he wears it to scare the shit out of those hes about to kill, no one can be certain.
Being a self proclaimed savior of the nation on a mission to rid the land of the corrupt and wicked, he now wanders the wastes going from state to state, East Coast to West Coast, hunting down those that plague the country he loves so dear. Because of this, he quickly gains a reputation among wastelanders in the area he moves to, or rather his mask does considering that is how he is recognized. Those who have seen him have turned his talents into some what of a tall tale, claiming he can shoot up to 2 miles and turn invisible right before your eyes, but those are just the stories of crazed on lookers witnessing a madman taking the lives of other madmen.
