RP profiles

[Parone92]

For the heck of it, everyone replying to this should include an RP profile of themselves, that could be used in stories we write later on..

Ryan is a walking contradiction. He's patient, disciplined, and aware. Yet at the same time he is childish, forgetful,  and has a controlled anger when under intense pressure to get the job done. He goes by the names "Parone" and "Triggums". He is very skilled and knowledgeable in combat, and is an excellent tactician and solider, but the battles he has fought has taken a toll on him mentally as he has to deal with past betrayals and deaths of those he grew attached too. He has had few close friends, those who he has gotten to know he thinks of as family. His "family" includes all those in Fenrir's Fangs and the Black Dragons.

He is Caucasian with brown hair and his eyes are a mix of green and blue, representing the sea after a storm.  He prefers to always wear jean and a t-shirt, along with military boots, as well as always wearing  the "Dragon's vest" mesh, capable of wish-standing an AK47 round. He stands at 5'11". He likes to carry around a Makeshift "Warhammer" battleaxe (the word engraved along the handle of it) and a modified G18.

[CrazyHobo]

Very nice, Parone.

But for the record, Off-Topic is for Off-Topic.
Anything RP related goes into the Activity Hall ; )

[Twilightpersona]

William is a human paradox. He seems to be calm and collected most of the time but has a demonic presence within his soul. He is always serious and makes sure he gets the job done. He was a free agent until his friend Ryan introduced him to a new family, the Fenrir's Fangs and the Black Dragons who took him in immediately and taught him a new way of life. Since then he has never turned a blind eye to them and will fight with them against common foes whenever needed.

He is Caucasian with dirty blonde hair and has light blue eyes that have been rumored to flash crimson when he is angered. His wardrobe usually consists of casual wear like his friend Parone as well as the dragons vest mesh. He has never measured his height but assumes he is 5'9" since he is a little bit shorter than Parone. His weapons of choice are dual wielded swords and a custom gun he calls "Golliath" which is a modified version of an old Nerf gun he owned as child. It was taken apart and remodeled with steam locomotive parts and can turn a man inside out with one shot.

Any normal man that is.

[Thuggernaut]

 Seth is an interesting mix of traits; he's chill yet aware, intelligent yet a complete goofball, and an all-around nice guy. But in the heat of combat when the adrenaline kicks in, he morphs into a merciless, sadistic killer with a habit for trophy-taking. While he has developed into a very proficient sniper, Seth's favorite means of attack is "high-risk, high reward," according to him; he quickly closes with his opponent before ripping them to shreds with either buckshot, 9mm, a machete, or any combination of the three. To hear him say it, this close-in style pleases him because he gets to see the disbelief and fear in his target's eyes before he annihilates them. Seth joined Fenrir's Fangs upon a chance meeting with a former leader of the clan, and has both managed to fit in and stand alongside his new family for three years.

 Seth has tan skin, brown hair, and greenish eyes. He is only 5'4", but he claims his short stature is the perfect cover for his brutality in combat. His casual wear usually consists of dark blue jeans, a light green t-shirt with a dark green pot leaf in the foreground, and a pair of combat boots he managed to salvage. In combat he slips on a Dusk mesh that he's added some personal touches to, including extra pouches along the front to carry more shells. His arsenal tends to consist of a machete, a police officer's Glock 17 and MP5, and a Protecta he found looting a police precinct's evidence room. When fighting at longer ranges Seth swaps out his MP5 and shotgun either a scoped M4 carbine or M14.

 His favorite phrase in battle is "The **** train has no brakes!"

[Superchaos2585]

Alexander is a pretty cool guy. He doesn't afraid of anything.

[CrazyHobo]

Accessing files.
View: 0221
Password: *******
Access Granted



Name: Viktor Korzun
Alias: Crazy Hobo
Callsign: Scalpel
Rank: SS
Title: Manus ex Gladius
Faction: Fenrir's Fangs, Head Order

Age: 44
Height: 182cm
Weight: 85kg
Hair: brown, wavy, long. Usually in a ponytail.
Eyes: hazel
Skin: taned face, yet pale in the other areas of the body
Build: Lean, large.

Fighting Style: traditional European sabre-fencing. Knowledge of samba, taekwon-do and hapki-do.
Weapons: large rapier with the handle decorated in the form of a dragon head, the word "Obscuritas" is engraved into the dark blade. .50 cal. Colt revolver, the word "Fang" engraved on the side of the weapon. Modified AR-15 assault rifle, SIG SAUER Custom Edition. Ornamental silver dagger hidden in the right shoe.

Armor Set: Dusk Mesh with integrated stealth systems, which include radio-scramblers that make it very difficult for detection software to notice his presence, and built in breathing aparatus for hostile terrain. Custom forged helmet in the form of a wolf's head. Built in motion scanner, communication device, infrared vision and heartbeat sensor. Armor is decorated in dark silver tribals.

Physiological Report: No known illnesses. Strong immune system. High resistance to alcoholic substances.
Psychological Report: Very social and talkative. Tendency towards dark humor. Known to feign different emotions to gain an advantage.

Favored Warcries: "FEAST ON THEIR FLESH!", "I'LL TURN YOU INTO SUSHI!!", "REAP ON THEIR SOULS!"
Favored Challenges: "Common, I haven't lived a hundred lives to deal with something pathetic like this", "I don't know, when you grew a pair of balls, but I'm definetly gonna castrate you now"
Favored Mottos: "Pretend to be weak, when strong", "Power over yourself gives power over others", "Ordo Cephalium Vinci Mors", "If we die, then we reincarnate. If we live, then we reign"

Known Past: Little is known of Viktor's past prior to entering Fenrir's Fangs. No reports on how he initially appeared in the holdout. After many fights with the locals, he was dubbed "Crazy Hobo". Some time later he was seen with the fresh recruits of Fenrir's Fangs. The few remaining veterans still remember, how Crazy Hobo was the weakest recruit during his time and everyone was certain of his demise. To everyone's surprise, he not only passed his trials, but went on to be one of the best soldiers Fenrir's Fangs had. Being a charismatic person, he swiftly climbed the ranks, until he became an Athro, head officer. After bringing some decisive victories for the Fangs, he was noticed by the Black Dragon Clan. After a swift abduction, he was indoctrinated into the ranks of the Black Dragon Agents. He possessed a keen interest for the spiritual ideology of the Black Dragons and was later known to be a wise Agent. After sometime he was noticed by the Archlord himself and for some time was part of his personal retinue. After many years of being at the Archlord's side, Viktor became a True Agent and the Archlord made him his righthand man, giving him the title of "Manus ex Gladius", or "The sword hand". After their quest to Europe, Viktor, or Scalpel as he is refered to, returned to the America Continent to find the clan lacking it's former glory. He took notice that the clan would have completely died out, were it not for the help of Agent Black Rain. Quickly making a bond between each other, the two moved to restore the former glory of the clan. Still maintains regular conversations with the Archlord and is always prepared for his return.

Abilities: Strong leadership skills. Very charismatic, good orator. His sway with words has brought him as many victories as his blades did. Master manipulator, good knowledge of human psychology. Expert tactician. Excels in leading troops, but is a noteable solo fighter as well. Good mastery of firearms. Extreme mastery of bladed weapons. Advanced healing skills. Specialist in interrogation and information gathering. Adept at telepathy. Unlike many members of Fenrir's Fangs, Viktor has been rarely seen using the Rage of Fenrir, remaining cold blooded most of the time.

Other Notes: Tends to flirt with females often.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

Accessing files.
View: 0221
Password: *******
Access Granted



Name: James Mason
Alias: Modemkill
Callsign: N/A
Rank: SS
Title: Legatus, One of the four Warlords.
Faction: Fenrir's Fangs, Head Order

Age: 42
Height: 6"1
Weight: 11 stone
Hair: Black, Long, Usually tied back.
Eyes: Silver-grey, piercing.
Skin: Average, Caucasian.
Build: Built, but not excessively

Fighting Style: Prefers to fight at longer ranges, though not because of a lack of skill in melee, extremely efficient with the .357 he never goes anywhere without, and usually downs his target with a single shot.

Armor Set: A copy of the legendary and mysterious Black Dragon Scale.

Psychological Report: Sociopathic, complete lack of emotion, extremely intelligent, has been known to execute troops for disloyalty and cowardice personally without hesitation in the midst of battle.

Favored Warcries: N/A

Known Past: Little is known about James prior to his joining of the Empire, his alias, Modemkill, comes from the one fact that is known, that he was a renowned hacker before everything crumbled, he speaks about himself very little, in fact, he hardly speaks at all, unless it has something to do with the empire.

What is known, is that he joined the Fangs as a nobody, and shot up through the ranks with lethal efficiency, becoming the Empire's first Zero Agent, his mastery of tactics and large scale warfare eventually earned him total command of Fenrirs Fangs, the backbone of the Empire's military forces, being named Legatus.

Abilities: Tactical genius, lethal firearm skills, advanced CQC training, advanced stealth skills, advanced survival skills.

Other Notes: Surrender is not a word this man is aware of, he would rather see the Empire burned to the ground, than see it kneel to another faction.

[TRHeadshot]

Accessing files.
View: 0000
Password: ***********
Access Granted

Name: Patrick Munson
Alias: TR
Callsign: TRHeadshot
Rank: N/A
Title: Sentinel to the Fangs
Faction: Fenrir's Fangs, Sentinel to the Fangs

Age: 26
Height: 6"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair: Mid-length, swept over, light brown.
Eyes: Constantly shifting; Grey rigned blue eyes with an expanding/contracting green corea and orange floecks. Turns grey when under the influence of Fenrir's Wisdom, and Canine under His Rage.
Skin: Pale white
Build: Lean, toned, yet light.

Fighting Style: Erratic, unpredictablea
Weapons: SOR-GAT/M BF-96 or: Special Operations Rifle - General Anti Tank/Material Betzunkraftwerks Forgings Model 96, chambered for 14.5mm x 119 mm Hammer (Mag size, 5 rounds) rounds. Hammer rounds impact the target, and fire a power piston, punching the round into the target before contact, releasing a power pressure wave as well as high explosive bomblets. Custom sidearm, Colt TRFang, .48 Cal. magnum semi-auto handgun with silver Fenrir themed furniture. Fenrir's Fang, a custom forged silver blade with perfect balance and an infinitely honed edge.

Armor Set: As a sniper, he tends to wear no armor, occassionally donning his Wolf's Pelt semi-organic combat/stealth suit. Its integral systems are highly classified.

Physiological Report: Incredibly efficient healing, however cellular breakdown occurs whenever any Fenrir based abilities are used.

Psychological Report: Unstable and bi-polar, subject may switch from affaable and brotherly, to cold and efficient at any time. Holds a burning passion for any pack-mates, is willing to die to protect his friends.

Favored Warcries: 'For the Fangs!', 'FEEL THE RAGE OF FENRIR!"

Favored Challenges: 'Fenrir speaks in a silent voice, dare you heed his call??', '*Cracks neck* Another victim... how quaint.'

Personal Mottos: 'I fight for the Glory of Fenrir and all of the Fangs.', I shall die for my brothers. but I'd rather simply eliminate the threats targetting them instead.'

Known Past: Formed a clan known as the Lone Wolves, which became very successful in a short time. Seeing his potential VoraX recruited TR into the ranks of the Black Dragons, and reformed the clan as the Fenrir's Fangs, warrior branch of the great Empire. After some time, he left the Fangs to set out into the world on a self-seeking quest. He returned some time later, and was brought into the fold of a new incarnation of the Fangs by Viktor, now led by Reznorock. He has been there ever since, though he never truly succeded in his quest.

Abilities: Excellent marksman, with blade skills second only to the most impressive agents. Has the most powerful Embodyment of Fenrir, as the Envoy/Sentinel to the Fangs.

Other Notes: Friendly and goofy, TR is a pleasurable companion.... however, when provoked him becomes a writhing conduit for Fenrir's Rage, and has no mercy. His alternate personalites are a sadisform which and much pleasure in the slaughter of his foes, or a cold, unfeeling, efficient being.

[Phi]

Insert Quote
Accessing files.
View: 0296
Password: ***********
Access Granted

Name: Tristan Proutt
Alias: Cheif
Callsign: Phi
Rank:  S
Title: Black Dragon Agent
Faction: Black Dragon Empire

Age: 32
Height: 5" 11'
Weight: 55Kg
Hair: Buzzed, Brown.
Eyes: Changing depending on many factors, Exhaustion, Anger, Hungry, and Soberiety
Skin: Caucasian
Build: Slightly muscular, not much to look at

Fighting Style: Erratic, unpredictablea
Weapons: Kalashnikova AK74M VSS Vintorez
Armor Set: Kevlar Vest, with a Soviet M40 and GP40 Gas Mask, along with a hooded trench coat, German Flecktarn BDU.

Physiological Report: Above Average healing, slightly stronger sense of movement.

Psychological Report: Quiet and Cold.
Favored Warcries: "I fear not death, nor Agony.'

Favored Challenges: N/A

Personal Mottos: 'Death is but another adventure'

Known Past: A Canadian born Russian, who returned to his homeland 10 years before the outbreak, he enlisted and fought in the Third Chechen war, showing great prowess as a sniper, he quickly joined "Vympal" The Russian military branch of the Spetznaz, after 6 months of training he was at the Kremlin when it was bombed by Chechen Terrorists, due to public outcry at his.. reprisals against them, he was exiled to Siberia, after making it to Canada through the Siberian wilderness and the port of Vladivostok, he settled in Northern Yukon, he was traveling inside the USA during the outbreak. He found the Black Dragons a few years later in the city of Fairview, under the name of DUSK.

Shooting through the trials in record time, he became an engine, after his exile by Jarki, his friend Viktor called upon him to aide in the restoration years later.

Abilities: Decent Marksman, able to achieve a kill at over 700Yrds, he is more suited with his AK-74M. Good small squad tactics, and leadership under pressure.


Other Notes: Cold and Quiet, he is willing to kill anyone in a heartbeat, other than the Archlord of course, It is rumoured he lost a child during the first weeks of the outbreak. He drinks heavily.