Post by bloodywyvern on Jul 15, 2009 12:56:48 GMT -6
ID picture (Another new one)
Name: Draco Bowden
Age: 25
Height: 6 foot
weight: 10 stone (140 pounds)
eye colour: A mixture of blue and green
Hair colour: A dark blonde
Gender: male
Date of birth: May 14th 1899
Place of Birth: Truro, Cornwall, Britain
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: Deceased
Physical description:
He is a thin man, although not exactly unattractive. His eyes have a haunting quality of a man who has seen far too much, watched friends die, seen things no man should have to endure. He needs a slight shave at the moment of starting, but his hair is still cut militarily short. He has a scar running next to his left eye and his left hand is riddled in deep scarring from a shrapnel wound. He wears green British army uniform and the tin helmet that is standard issue, along with the back pack and other things you'd expect to see a soldier wearing, he has his Lee Enfield rifle hanging across his chest by the strap at all times, his hands never straying far from it. There is usually a cigarette or cigar in his mouth
Personality:
He is a cold person, tending to push others away and acts as though he is numbed to the suffering and death around him, prone to acts that others would see as almost evil, though to him they are merely necessary. He is philosophical upon the nature of evil and good, and often delves into it in his own thoughts, meaning he seems somewhat aloof and distant to others. He isn't a coward, but isn't brave either, everything has become routine. Sometimes he has flash backs from the fighting in WW1, which can come at moments that endanger his life making him somewhat unreliable, he relies upon alcohol and tobacco to keep him going. He is a soldier, except now he is fighting for more than just his country it seems...
Medical history:
Caught by shrapnel from a shell, almost lost left eye and left hand was severely damaged, hospitalised for 2 months before being called back to front. Believed to have slight mental trauma from fighting in the war, although it never affected him in battle so cannot be wiped off as cowardice.
Classification: Infantry
Sub-Class: British
Money: 70 - 6.95 - 5.30 - 45 = £12.75
Occupation: Soldier
Personal history:
He was born in Truro, and had an uneventful childhood, normal breaks bruises and cuts, at the age of 17 he decided that he would go join the army, since otherwise he would end up working in a factory, and he didn't want to be stuck doing that for the rest of his life. He joined up and was shipped off to the front after baisic training, Lee Enfield rifle in hand and and cigarette in his mouth. He was unprepared for what the front was really like, the news reels didn't show the stench of the dying, the state of the trenches, it didn't show the pain a soldier felt when he saw a man he'd been drinking with a week ago get shot in the head. But he continued on, fighting, going over the top, and somehow surviving, ever, single, time, while the man next to him had his face blown off.
Then one day, another whistle blew, and he stood to go over the top, pulled himself up and started running, machine gun fire zipping past, using the ruined, warped earth as cover he ran... then a shell landed by him, throwing him into the bloodied dirt, causing him to cry out in agony, and then black out... Jerry had finally got him... He awoke a few days later in a field hospital, saved by the bravery of the red cross medics, he was then shipped back to Britain to act as home defence, his war was over... He was transferred to an explosives division, and began to learn the ins and outs of mines, grenades and other deadly weapons, then in 1924... after years of uneventful service... a new one was to begin... more horrific than anything he'd ever imagined, even in his dreams.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: military training
Mastered Skills: Explosives
Superior Skills: Tinkering
Minor Skills: Survivorman
(i've done this bit right yeah?)
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Toughness
Mastered Abilities: Athletics
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Speed
>Equipment on Person:
- Standard British combat dress
- Water canteen
-British infantry webbing
>In Pack:
- (1x) Box of .303 British= 50 rounds
- (1x) Box of .45 ACP= 50 rounds
- Packet of cigarettes
- pencil and notepad
- Binoculars (is that okay?, yup)
- 3 days of standard rations in back pack
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Lee-Enfield 'Jungle Carbine'(free with class)
Calibre: .303 British
Location on Body: slung on shoulder/in front of chest with strap on the rifle
Modifications:
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon: Colt M1911 (Semi-Auto Pistol) ($45)
Calibre: .45 ACP
Location on Body: in Pistol holster by hip
Modifications:
Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 8" Combat Knife
Location on Body: attached to belt
(OOC. I think thats right)
Name: Draco Bowden
Age: 25
Height: 6 foot
weight: 10 stone (140 pounds)
eye colour: A mixture of blue and green
Hair colour: A dark blonde
Gender: male
Date of birth: May 14th 1899
Place of Birth: Truro, Cornwall, Britain
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: Deceased
Physical description:
He is a thin man, although not exactly unattractive. His eyes have a haunting quality of a man who has seen far too much, watched friends die, seen things no man should have to endure. He needs a slight shave at the moment of starting, but his hair is still cut militarily short. He has a scar running next to his left eye and his left hand is riddled in deep scarring from a shrapnel wound. He wears green British army uniform and the tin helmet that is standard issue, along with the back pack and other things you'd expect to see a soldier wearing, he has his Lee Enfield rifle hanging across his chest by the strap at all times, his hands never straying far from it. There is usually a cigarette or cigar in his mouth
Personality:
He is a cold person, tending to push others away and acts as though he is numbed to the suffering and death around him, prone to acts that others would see as almost evil, though to him they are merely necessary. He is philosophical upon the nature of evil and good, and often delves into it in his own thoughts, meaning he seems somewhat aloof and distant to others. He isn't a coward, but isn't brave either, everything has become routine. Sometimes he has flash backs from the fighting in WW1, which can come at moments that endanger his life making him somewhat unreliable, he relies upon alcohol and tobacco to keep him going. He is a soldier, except now he is fighting for more than just his country it seems...
Medical history:
Caught by shrapnel from a shell, almost lost left eye and left hand was severely damaged, hospitalised for 2 months before being called back to front. Believed to have slight mental trauma from fighting in the war, although it never affected him in battle so cannot be wiped off as cowardice.
Classification: Infantry
Sub-Class: British
Money: 70 - 6.95 - 5.30 - 45 = £12.75
Occupation: Soldier
Personal history:
He was born in Truro, and had an uneventful childhood, normal breaks bruises and cuts, at the age of 17 he decided that he would go join the army, since otherwise he would end up working in a factory, and he didn't want to be stuck doing that for the rest of his life. He joined up and was shipped off to the front after baisic training, Lee Enfield rifle in hand and and cigarette in his mouth. He was unprepared for what the front was really like, the news reels didn't show the stench of the dying, the state of the trenches, it didn't show the pain a soldier felt when he saw a man he'd been drinking with a week ago get shot in the head. But he continued on, fighting, going over the top, and somehow surviving, ever, single, time, while the man next to him had his face blown off.
Then one day, another whistle blew, and he stood to go over the top, pulled himself up and started running, machine gun fire zipping past, using the ruined, warped earth as cover he ran... then a shell landed by him, throwing him into the bloodied dirt, causing him to cry out in agony, and then black out... Jerry had finally got him... He awoke a few days later in a field hospital, saved by the bravery of the red cross medics, he was then shipped back to Britain to act as home defence, his war was over... He was transferred to an explosives division, and began to learn the ins and outs of mines, grenades and other deadly weapons, then in 1924... after years of uneventful service... a new one was to begin... more horrific than anything he'd ever imagined, even in his dreams.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: military training
Mastered Skills: Explosives
Superior Skills: Tinkering
Minor Skills: Survivorman
(i've done this bit right yeah?)
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Toughness
Mastered Abilities: Athletics
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Speed
>Equipment on Person:
- Standard British combat dress
- Water canteen
-British infantry webbing
>In Pack:
- (1x) Box of .303 British= 50 rounds
- (1x) Box of .45 ACP= 50 rounds
- Packet of cigarettes
- pencil and notepad
- Binoculars (is that okay?, yup)
- 3 days of standard rations in back pack
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Lee-Enfield 'Jungle Carbine'(free with class)
Calibre: .303 British
Location on Body: slung on shoulder/in front of chest with strap on the rifle
Modifications:
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon: Colt M1911 (Semi-Auto Pistol) ($45)
Calibre: .45 ACP
Location on Body: in Pistol holster by hip
Modifications:
Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 8" Combat Knife
Location on Body: attached to belt
(OOC. I think thats right)
