Post by Grimfist Firestorm on May 11, 2010 21:38:16 GMT -5
Name: Grimfist "Slayer" Firestorm
Age: 15
Hair color: Deep red, like the blood of his enemies, tainted with black like his past
Eye color: Deeper red, like the blood of his fallen allies, but still tainted with black like his past
Height: 6'3"
Appearance:
With a black leather trenchcoat draped across a build that's muscular enough to take you out in one punch, yet sleek enough to sneak up from behind and decapitate you without notice, Grimfist looks like a guy who is not to be fucked with. When cowards run in fear of him, they remark of his skin - whiter than death itself - before they whisper his epithet, "Slayer." The crazed look permanently in his right eye only heightens his intimidation factor, as does the eyepatch over his left eye, which still doesn't cover the brutal scar that led to it being injured in the first place. Not to mention the gauze bandage wrapped around his upper right arm... no one knows for sure how long it's been there. His blood red hair is just long enough to show he doesn't give a fuck.
Biography:
Grimfist's dark saga began as soon as he came into this world, as his mother died in agony while giving birth to him, leaving him to roam about the unforgiving streets of Torquebane City while his crooked cop father made deals with petty thugs and corrupt politicians. When Grimfist cried out for justice, no one would hear him over the collective pandemonium of the city's evildoers. Not even his father, a supposed protector of the law, would be anything resembling a hero. So Grimfist, at a meager ten years old, picked up his katana, trenchcoat and Gatling gun before training himself to become Torquebane City's most feared vigilante. They called him simply, "Slayer." He would tangle with the city's villains, in attempt to save the lives of innocents, but such innocents were prone to slipping out of his hands and into corruption as soon as his back was turned. But Grimfist would keep a faint light of hope for justice, until one fateful day...
For the first time in years, he would meet with his father, now the powerful Superintendent of Police. The police had long been Grimfist's worst enemy, out of all the villains in Torquebane. Now his wicked father was the most powerful of all of them, and had cornered him in a dark alley.
"It's okay, son... Just come with me and everything will be alright..."
Ratatatatat. Gunned down, by his own son, with no chance of salvation. And it would be the only time that Grimfist would shed a tear. In attempt to evade arrest, and possibly atone for his sins, Grimfist Firestorm fled to St Dymphna's Academy in hope of finishing his education, and one day, to return to Torquebane and restore justice as his destiny bids.
Personality:
Ever since he had to kill his own father, Grimfist had realized himself as nothing more than a cold-blooded killer among cold-blooded killers. His only expression resembling a smile is a simple, smug smirk, yet one that cannot erase the psychotic fire in his eyes. He's not above using dirty tactics to see victory, as long as he's fighting for what he sees as honorable. But in a setting like St Dymphna's, he needn't use anything more than an intimidating stare to get whatever he needs. He is a perpetual lone wolf after seeing so many comrades die. He even refuses any possible romance or sexual encounter, for every time he looks at a woman he only sees the faces of the whores his father would bring home.
Skills: Mastery of the katana, sharpshooting, hand-to-hand combat
Sue/Stu Traits:
Strange Natural Eye Color +2
Multicolored Natural Hair +2
Cool scar(s) +2
Trendy name +2
Brilliant Sharpshooter +6
Awesome fighting skills +6
owns a katana +6
owns Gatling gun +6
orphan +10
runaway +10
Terrible past (nullified by traumatized)
bad hair -2
violent -4
antisocial -4
introvert -4
Working class -8
Age: 15
Hair color: Deep red, like the blood of his enemies, tainted with black like his past
Eye color: Deeper red, like the blood of his fallen allies, but still tainted with black like his past
Height: 6'3"
Appearance:
With a black leather trenchcoat draped across a build that's muscular enough to take you out in one punch, yet sleek enough to sneak up from behind and decapitate you without notice, Grimfist looks like a guy who is not to be fucked with. When cowards run in fear of him, they remark of his skin - whiter than death itself - before they whisper his epithet, "Slayer." The crazed look permanently in his right eye only heightens his intimidation factor, as does the eyepatch over his left eye, which still doesn't cover the brutal scar that led to it being injured in the first place. Not to mention the gauze bandage wrapped around his upper right arm... no one knows for sure how long it's been there. His blood red hair is just long enough to show he doesn't give a fuck.
Biography:
Grimfist's dark saga began as soon as he came into this world, as his mother died in agony while giving birth to him, leaving him to roam about the unforgiving streets of Torquebane City while his crooked cop father made deals with petty thugs and corrupt politicians. When Grimfist cried out for justice, no one would hear him over the collective pandemonium of the city's evildoers. Not even his father, a supposed protector of the law, would be anything resembling a hero. So Grimfist, at a meager ten years old, picked up his katana, trenchcoat and Gatling gun before training himself to become Torquebane City's most feared vigilante. They called him simply, "Slayer." He would tangle with the city's villains, in attempt to save the lives of innocents, but such innocents were prone to slipping out of his hands and into corruption as soon as his back was turned. But Grimfist would keep a faint light of hope for justice, until one fateful day...
For the first time in years, he would meet with his father, now the powerful Superintendent of Police. The police had long been Grimfist's worst enemy, out of all the villains in Torquebane. Now his wicked father was the most powerful of all of them, and had cornered him in a dark alley.
"It's okay, son... Just come with me and everything will be alright..."
Ratatatatat. Gunned down, by his own son, with no chance of salvation. And it would be the only time that Grimfist would shed a tear. In attempt to evade arrest, and possibly atone for his sins, Grimfist Firestorm fled to St Dymphna's Academy in hope of finishing his education, and one day, to return to Torquebane and restore justice as his destiny bids.
Personality:
Ever since he had to kill his own father, Grimfist had realized himself as nothing more than a cold-blooded killer among cold-blooded killers. His only expression resembling a smile is a simple, smug smirk, yet one that cannot erase the psychotic fire in his eyes. He's not above using dirty tactics to see victory, as long as he's fighting for what he sees as honorable. But in a setting like St Dymphna's, he needn't use anything more than an intimidating stare to get whatever he needs. He is a perpetual lone wolf after seeing so many comrades die. He even refuses any possible romance or sexual encounter, for every time he looks at a woman he only sees the faces of the whores his father would bring home.
Skills: Mastery of the katana, sharpshooting, hand-to-hand combat
Sue/Stu Traits:
Strange Natural Eye Color +2
Multicolored Natural Hair +2
Cool scar(s) +2
Trendy name +2
Brilliant Sharpshooter +6
Awesome fighting skills +6
owns a katana +6
owns Gatling gun +6
orphan +10
runaway +10
Terrible past (nullified by traumatized)
bad hair -2
violent -4
antisocial -4
introvert -4
Working class -8