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| Michael | May 14 2012, 04:21 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Michael "wheatley" Hudson Age: 30 ![]() Michaels isn't the most indimiating man, a taller guy standing at a generous 6'2 inches. His build shows his recent military service due to his athletic build, all lean muscle rather then a giant. He had scars from many years, various nicks and scratches that simply came with the task of dealing with explosives. Michael has brown hair that he never lets grow past a short crop. His face takes a natural frown, but most often seen with a cigar between his teeth. Most of the time his stare rarely gives direct eye contact. Often finding something to keep his attention. A short stubble often covers his face, only shaving when an extremely formal attire is required. His crooked smile has a chipped tooth, the result of teenage pyromania and home chemistry. Due to his recent work in heavy body armor he has the bruises to show from it, multiple welts and bruises covering his body at any time. Appearance: (What your character looks like. Clothing, physical description, etc. Please add an image, if possible.) When not in his bulky armor he's often wearing a button up cuban shirt as well as comfortable pants, either military style pants or simply jeans. A shemagah style scarf is often wrapped around his neck. His eyes are either concealed by aviator style sunglasses. Depends on where he is in the country he'll either have his revolver on him, concealed or otherwise. He stands out like a sore thumb in Malsuelo. When formality is required he's got a business casual suit, nothing more expensive then that on him. ![]() Face Claim: Rjd2 aka Ramble John Krohn Occupation: Former 33rd engineer battalion British Army EOD, turned to mercenary work after serving two tours of duty in the middle east. No longer employed with GTO before arriving in Malsuelo. Nationality: British citizen, Irish descent Loyalty: Himself, payment and the humiliation of GTO that will result Initial Personality: The quiet one. Michael sits in the background, not causing waves, not drawing attention but merely observing. When soft spoken he treads softly and doesn't reveal much about himself or what he's got in mind, usually little more then a name, and what brand of cigars and alcohol he drinks. Underlying Personality: Michael is a planner, not a talker. He's a man whose often deep in thought rather then chating up the nearby women. Often content to merely watch others enjoy themselves while he's more often seen munching on a cigar to himself. One of the reason's he's so shy is the desire to over think everything, cover every angle, every what if, and it makes him hesitant to the extreme. On the other hand his passion for electronics and mechanical work is a part of his life in which his personality has flourished. Very curious, he often can't pass up the oppertunity to take a look at something if it's broken to try his hand at it, and he'll often do the very same to things in working order. He's much more comfortable talking about the inner workings of your cellphone and how it makes a simple detonator rather then the latest sports game results. While he's not a man of charisma Michael is a man who can burst into fits of anger. Being one to prefer to not need a second hit. This desire's reflected in his choice of weaponry, intimidating a very real factor for how he carries himself. When it comes to fight his choice of wargear reflects a wish to silence foes with the threat of a fight. It also comes out when he's under all of the armor, the extra protection as well the mask to conceal oneself will allow a bit of an adrenaline charged roaring nutcase to come out. Known History: People recognize the armor, some maniac in the armored bomb suit has been committing hostile robberies in several banks in the country and causing havoc for those investing in them. As for Michael he's nameless, a faceless mercenary in a country full of mercenary and hired guns. Personal History: Michael grew up in urban Bellfast, being the second of two sons to an abusive, alcoholic of a father and the single mother that he left in his wake. While he grew up to a mother living paycheck to paycheck he excelled in school. Going all through elementary being told that he was going to be special. He was intuitive, often enjoying learning simply how things around him worked Excelling as a small child he went into middle school in all of the advanced classes. At that point Michael found that he wasn't special, and he struggled to keep those grades he was so proud of early on. Fights amongst his brother and mother broke out, his mother falling ill and his brother having to provide. He started to get into fights with other kids, often resorting into physical violence when he was teased and picked on, calling him stupid sent more then one kid to the nurse's office with a black eye or in cases broken noses. Eventually he got through middle school getting C's and D's in his classes, he almost failed physical education due to his tenancy to get in fights. Michael made it into high school and the same story played out, failing test after test, eking by in a few subjects. However his tenancy for violence got him in trouble, and not simply slaps on the wrist. He quickly got into fights he couldn't win, and not being gifted with a silver tongue Michael instead learned to fly under the radar and rig the odds in his favor. Michael found that he was quite adept at learning how to disassemble and reassemble electronics, finding a nice way to earn some money for himself while the money from his handyman jobs went to his family. One of the few hobbies Michael had was teenage pyromania. All around Michael these problems grew, home was bad but things weren't going any better with his friends. Several girlfriends cheated on him and took advantage of him, friends called him a moron behind his back, and the few ones that he actually could depend on were falling into drugs and alcohol. Michael couldn't escape, and for four years he trudged on through his unfortunate life. It was no surprise to anyone that he got denied by every single college that he applied to, even if he could get into one the sheer cost would keep him out of that better life. Tired of his life of being pulled every which way by the drama and the failure. Leaving only letters explaining his feelings he left for the military. Michael got into the engineers, getting placed within the 33 engineers battalion, royal engineers. He excelled in bootcamp, his experience in both hard physical labor, and electronics got him into the EOD section. The rough physical training got him used to moving around in the bulky EOD gear. The months passed by quickly. It was several days before his graduation that he received a letter from his family, his mother had finally passed away. At the funeral Eric and Michael got into a fight, verbal at first. Eric had fallen into the habits of his father, Michael watching him fall into alcohol. Michael can't remember much of the fight, he doesn't want to, only remembering through bloodstained eyes his last family member disowning him. A 19 year old Michael was shipped out to Afghanistan, arriving after major military actions and landing straight in the middle of brush fire war for 8 years. The use of roadside bombs and IED's meant that the 33rd were very active in the country. If the remote difusal robots weren't available, Michael was the one out in the danger zone. Michael declined an opportunity to serve a third term, but before he could return to great Britain he was found by a recruiter. After his second tour of duty officially ended Michael was accepted a job offer with Global Tactical Operations before he could sign up with his third. The fat paycheck with plenty of zeroes and generous benefits had him sold the second he laid eyes on it, from military to mercenary the transition was obvious. The military teaching him how to kill and stop those you wanted from being killed was very valuable. Being trained in the difusal of explosives made him worth even more. Michael got very little additional training, mostly some initial testing and getting used to what he was told was better gear. Instead of being stationed in a corporate office he was cycled out of a collection of several banks. Called in threats, wanna be anarchists, often saw Michael using the very same gear that he donned in the desert. But after several years the cracks in Michaels cushy job began to show. Obligations, fees, and tacked on taxes all began to tear at him, and eventually Michael resented his employers. When he got forced to transfer to Malsuelo it didn't take long for him to put in hos two weeks. Resentment and grumbling becoming a burning grudge. He started to plot, at first a simple "what if" and eventually becoming more and more legitimized of plans. He had worked so long to defend those banks. And Malsuelo didn't have the infrastructure or the investigation of the US. He struck it out as a private contractor, no more corporate entanglement. Former watch lists became contacts, gear was acquired. He still remembered that plan, at first a back burner idea, an afterthought. Michael found himself thinking more and more that he could pull it off. As he got additional resources, more contacts in the underbelly of Malsuelo he found the lure irresistible. If all goes as planned, he'd have enough money to live like a king for the rest of his life, humiliation of GTO is just icing on that cake. Skills: Creation of home made explosives, bomb difusal and demolitions, general bedlam. Weaknesses: Afraid of heights, sneaking, pinpoint marksmanship, leadership and charisma Equipment: ![]()
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| Ringo | May 14 2012, 10:53 PM Post #2 |
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