Post by blackwulf02 on Dec 7, 2014 22:27:02 GMT -5
Character Name: Christopher Blackwulf.
Nickname(s): Blacky, Wolf, Blackspy.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Age: 21.
Birthplace: Freeside.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 123- lbs.
Eye Color: Reddish dark amber eyes.
Hair Color: Dark Blue-Black hair.
Hair Style: His hair is neatly and stylishly combed, covering his left eye and showing his right eye completely, it covers the back of his head, reaching just above his neck and covering the rest of his head.
Facial Hair: Shaven.
Skin Color: Pale.
Build: Athletic, slightly muscular.
Distinguishing Features: A scar under his eye.
Profession: Mercenary, but he prefers the term "spy".
Skills: Firearms, science and subterfuge.
Training: He was trained in knock out techniques, hand-to-hand combat and survival.
Other Abilities: Escaping, climbing and hiding.
Apparel: Ranger vest outfit and black eyeglasses.
Weaponry: A scoped Trail Carbine, a silenced 10mm Pistol, a Police Baton and a 9mm SMG.
Other Equipment: A pack of pill medicine, canned food, binoculars, a breathing mask and a small backpack.
Affiliation: Neutral-Mercenaries.
Religious Belief: Atheist.
Sexual Preference: Homosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Chris is calm and colected in almost every situation, he rarely gets angry or upset. He's very sarcastic and teasing. He is seductive with most people (mostly men). He barely gets pissed, but when he does, it's barely noticeable. When you first meet him, he seems your tipical "I'm to cool for emotions" type of person. He is very perceptive, realising complicated matters and catching up quickly. The problem with him is his overconfidence on his abilities and his love for solitude. And also, it takes a lot of time to gain his trust.
Chris was born in 3rd July, Year 2262 as the unwanted son of a prostitute and a bussiness man, but he was also born with a twin brother, Erick. After his parents dumped him and his brother in Freeside, they were taken in by a group of mercenaries passing through the city. Nine years later, his brother, who went on a scavenging trip with a small group of mercenaries to obtain food and supplies, dissapeared along with the group. Fast forward two years, his "father" went to buy new guns when he was assaulted by raiders, Chris survived the attack, but the group was slaughtered. After his father returned, you know how it goes, he gets blamed for their deaths, their relationship weakened, etc. After a few months, his father gave in to the drink and began abusing him, even to the point of cutting him with a knife under his eye. After years of torture and abuse, Christopher ran away from his house after knocking out his father with a powerful drug.
After running away, he hid on a shack far away from Freeside, and began stealing from the rich and keeping the money. After a job went wrong, he was captured by a rich bussiness man, who, after mocking Chris for his bad ability at sneaking. Promising his freedom, he hired him as a spy to check into some activity on some rival or something among those lines. When he arrived at the damned place, he got in and out almost instantly, taking the intel his "boss" wanted and taking valuables with him along with a trail carbine and a 10mm pistol from some guards. After this simple spy job (not really), he got away to sell his skill to people requiring spionage.
After a few short hits, thefts, assassinations etc. Christopher wandered around the Wasteland, selling his gun to everyone who needs it. Rich men always seemed to go to him for some unknown reason (maybe because he is fast and clean about everything), and began calling him "spy", which he began to get accustomed to (Even though it was merely info theft). After some years of mastering his "trade", he began upping his price, and stopped calling himself "mercenary" and began his unbeliebably dangerous career of "corporate" spyonage. Now he's just doing jobs for everyone, even the NCR, and he won't hesitate to up the price everytime.
Then he began working for the big people (NCR and every other powerful faction). And the job got even more complicated...
And he loves it.
