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<div style="margin-top:-1px;">https://i.imgur.com/zpgLRsy.png</div><div style="color:#fff600;font-size:18px;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-right:2px;padding-bottom:3px;padding-top:2px;background-color:#000;width:300px;">'''"IT'S ''MY'' GUN, BUT I'M WILLING TO SHARE THE BULLETS."'''</div> | <div style="margin-top:-1px;">https://i.imgur.com/zpgLRsy.png</div><div style="color:#fff600;font-size:18px;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-right:2px;padding-bottom:3px;padding-top:2px;background-color:#000;width:300px;">'''"IT'S ''MY'' GUN, BUT I'M WILLING TO SHARE THE BULLETS."'''</div> | ||
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<span style="font-size:16px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-left:2px;background:#fff600;">'''NAME: '''</span> <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span><br> | <span style="font-size:16px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-left:2px;background:#fff600;">'''NAME: '''</span> <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span><br> | ||
<span style="font-size:16px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-left:2px;background:#fff600;">'''ALIAS: '''</span> Clyde Morgan<br> | <span style="font-size:16px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-left:2px;background:#fff600;">'''ALIAS: '''</span> Clyde Morgan<br> | ||
<span style="font-size:16px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-left:2px;background:#fff600;">'''AGE: '''</span> 34<br> | <span style="font-size:16px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-0.1ex;padding-left:2px;background:#fff600;">'''AGE: '''</span> 34<br> | ||
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Born to an abusive father and a mother too afraid to leave him, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> always felt he was destined for greater things. But the rut he was born into was deep. Deep enough to make him doubt himself and his potential. | Born to an abusive father and a mother too afraid to leave him, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> always felt he was destined for greater things. But the rut he was born into was deep. Deep enough to make him doubt himself and his potential. | ||
A man with a serious gambling addiction, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s father refused to face facts and own up to his mistakes, blaming everyone else for the pitfalls in his life, and the decisions he made that brought them about. The only times <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> and his mother were even the tiniest bit happy were when his father was away at the casino gambling. But when he'd lose, the peace they felt was short-lived. He'd win, then lose, then win, then lose some more and when he'd return home with less money in his pocket than he'd had at the start of the day, he'd take his frustrations out on <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> and his mother. | A man with a serious gambling addiction, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s father refused to face facts and own up to his mistakes, blaming everyone else for the pitfalls in his life, and the decisions he made that brought them about. The only times <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> and his mother were even the tiniest bit happy were when his father was away at the casino gambling. But when he'd lose, the peace they felt was short-lived. He'd win, then lose, then win, then lose some more and when he'd return home with less money in his pocket than he'd had at the start of the day, he'd take his frustrations out on <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> and his mother. | ||
The strain on the family his father's troubles caused came to a head shortly after <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s sixteenth birthday when his father, having lost big, returned home drunk and even more angrier to usual. For the first time, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> fought back. The struggle between the two ended with <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> striking his father in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat. He kept swinging and when he was done he couldn't lift his arms. He and his mother buried the body in the back yard and since his father was the type of guy no one liked, no one came around asking about him. Finally free of him, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> and his mother finally gained some sense of peace. | The strain on the family his father's troubles caused came to a head shortly after <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s sixteenth birthday when his father, having lost big, returned home drunk and even more angrier to usual. For the first time, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> fought back. The struggle between the two ended with <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> striking his father in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat. He kept swinging and when he was done he couldn't lift his arms. He and his mother buried the body in the back yard and since his father was the type of guy no one liked, no one came around asking about him. Finally free of him, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> and his mother finally gained some sense of peace. | ||
But even though he was an animal, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s father's occasional windfall kept the family fed and without it... well they struggled to pay the bills. <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> felt it again. The rut. It was getting deeper. Desperate, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> took whatever work came his way - construction, delivering groceries, eventually turning to more illicit activities. Unable to watch her son fall into the same hole her husband had, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s mother demanded he leave St. Martial and enlist in the military. With little choice in the matter <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> obliged. | But even though he was an animal, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s father's occasional windfall kept the family fed and without it... well they struggled to pay the bills. <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> felt it again. The rut. It was getting deeper. Desperate, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> took whatever work came his way - construction, delivering groceries, eventually turning to more illicit activities. Unable to watch her son fall into the same hole her husband had, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span>'s mother demanded he leave St. Martial and enlist in the military. With little choice in the matter <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> obliged. | ||
To say he excelled would be an understatement. <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> took to military life like a duck takes to water. He'd never felt more at home doing anything else. As a natural born fighter, his determination and grit served him well as he quickly climbed the ranks with minimal effort. | To say he excelled would be an understatement. <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> took to military life like a duck takes to water. He'd never felt more at home doing anything else. As a natural born fighter, his determination and grit served him well as he quickly climbed the ranks with minimal effort. | ||
Years passed. He fought in numerous engagements and was the only survivor (from both sides) of an assault in Iraq and for his heroism in the line of duty, he was decorated with the Medal of Honor and a Silver Star. Midway through his second tour, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> was informed his mother had contracted brain cancer and he subsequently took leave to care for her up right up until the end. He finished out his tour and decided not to re-enlist, having grown tired of war. Like many veterans, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> had trouble re-adjusting to civilian life. He found it hard holding down a regular job and frequently found himself out of both work and money. | Years passed. He fought in numerous engagements and was the only survivor (from both sides) of an assault in Iraq and for his heroism in the line of duty, he was decorated with the Medal of Honor and a Silver Star. Midway through his second tour, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> was informed his mother had contracted brain cancer and he subsequently took leave to care for her up right up until the end. He finished out his tour and decided not to re-enlist, having grown tired of war. Like many veterans, <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> had trouble re-adjusting to civilian life. He found it hard holding down a regular job and frequently found himself out of both work and money. | ||
And then he was approached by a mysterious man. A man who claimed he could put his talents to work defending America from super-powered threats on the homefront. That man was a recruiter for the Malta Group, a high-tech paramilitary force divided into clandestine cells and dispersed around the globe. <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span> readily agreed. | And then he was approached by a mysterious man. A man who claimed he could put his talents to work defending America from super-powered threats on the homefront. That man was a recruiter for the Malta Group, a high-tech paramilitary force divided into clandestine cells and dispersed around the globe. <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span> readily agreed. | ||
He regretted the decision almost immediately. Clandestine operations, black helicopters, and faceless, anonymous overseers. None of it sat well with <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;">'''REDACTED'''</span>. But it wasn't the type of job that let you just walk away. So he purposefully botched a mission and faked his death. | He regretted the decision almost immediately. Clandestine operations, black helicopters, and faceless, anonymous overseers. None of it sat well with <span style="color:#fff;background:#000;padding-left:2px;padding-right:2px;font-family:'Courier New', serif">'''REDACTED'''</span>. But it wasn't the type of job that let you just walk away. So he purposefully botched a mission and faked his death. | ||
He was Clyde Morgan now. | He was Clyde Morgan now. | ||
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[[Category: Assassin]] [[Category: Rogue]] [[Category: Villain]] [[Category: Everlasting]] [[Category: Mercenary]] | [[Category: Male]] [[Category: Assassin]] [[Category: Rogue]] [[Category: Villain]] [[Category: Everlasting]] [[Category: Mercenary]] [[Category: Wanted]] |
Latest revision as of 16:01, 3 October 2021
NAME: REDACTED
ALIAS: Clyde Morgan
AGE: 34
OCCUPATION: Mercenary/Assassin
POWERS:
● Cybernetic right arm
● Master Marksman
● Skilled in guerrilla and military tactics, close quarters combat, infiltration, and demolitions
Born to an abusive father and a mother too afraid to leave him, REDACTED always felt he was destined for greater things. But the rut he was born into was deep. Deep enough to make him doubt himself and his potential.
A man with a serious gambling addiction, REDACTED's father refused to face facts and own up to his mistakes, blaming everyone else for the pitfalls in his life, and the decisions he made that brought them about. The only times REDACTED and his mother were even the tiniest bit happy were when his father was away at the casino gambling. But when he'd lose, the peace they felt was short-lived. He'd win, then lose, then win, then lose some more and when he'd return home with less money in his pocket than he'd had at the start of the day, he'd take his frustrations out on REDACTED and his mother.
The strain on the family his father's troubles caused came to a head shortly after REDACTED's sixteenth birthday when his father, having lost big, returned home drunk and even more angrier to usual. For the first time, REDACTED fought back. The struggle between the two ended with REDACTED striking his father in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat. He kept swinging and when he was done he couldn't lift his arms. He and his mother buried the body in the back yard and since his father was the type of guy no one liked, no one came around asking about him. Finally free of him, REDACTED and his mother finally gained some sense of peace.
But even though he was an animal, REDACTED's father's occasional windfall kept the family fed and without it... well they struggled to pay the bills. REDACTED felt it again. The rut. It was getting deeper. Desperate, REDACTED took whatever work came his way - construction, delivering groceries, eventually turning to more illicit activities. Unable to watch her son fall into the same hole her husband had, REDACTED's mother demanded he leave St. Martial and enlist in the military. With little choice in the matter REDACTED obliged.
To say he excelled would be an understatement. REDACTED took to military life like a duck takes to water. He'd never felt more at home doing anything else. As a natural born fighter, his determination and grit served him well as he quickly climbed the ranks with minimal effort.
Years passed. He fought in numerous engagements and was the only survivor (from both sides) of an assault in Iraq and for his heroism in the line of duty, he was decorated with the Medal of Honor and a Silver Star. Midway through his second tour, REDACTED was informed his mother had contracted brain cancer and he subsequently took leave to care for her up right up until the end. He finished out his tour and decided not to re-enlist, having grown tired of war. Like many veterans, REDACTED had trouble re-adjusting to civilian life. He found it hard holding down a regular job and frequently found himself out of both work and money.
And then he was approached by a mysterious man. A man who claimed he could put his talents to work defending America from super-powered threats on the homefront. That man was a recruiter for the Malta Group, a high-tech paramilitary force divided into clandestine cells and dispersed around the globe. REDACTED readily agreed.
He regretted the decision almost immediately. Clandestine operations, black helicopters, and faceless, anonymous overseers. None of it sat well with REDACTED. But it wasn't the type of job that let you just walk away. So he purposefully botched a mission and faked his death.
He was Clyde Morgan now.
He returned home to his native St. Martial and decided to become his own boss. He took up mercenary work and began regularly carrying out assassinations for Paolo Marcone and his leg of The Family, garnering a reputation as an extremely proficient and reliable fixer. A reputation that did not go unnoticed. A young and hungry rival hitman named Andre Lara coveted Morgan's spot as the Marcone's go-to assassin. He framed Clyde as a rat, making it seem as if he was operating as an informant with the PCPD. Paolo and the rest of the Marcone family confronted Clyde about his supposed betrayal. He adamantly denied working with the feds but unfortunately, Paolo was unconvinced. Clyde was brutally beaten and tortured for several hours, which ended with Paolo and his men severing Clyde's right arm with a hacksaw and throwing him into Independence Port.
A lesser man would've had accepted his fate, but not Clyde. He struggled to stay alive and summoned all the strength he had left to crawl ashore, jerry-rig a tourniquet for his stub out of fishing wire he found on the docks, and slowly made his way to an old acquaintance. A grizzled medic he served with overseas who'd become an underworld surgeon of sorts, the doctor tended to his wounds as best he could. In the weeks to come, Clyde became extremely frustrated with his newfound handicap and the fact that he was now unable to perform as proficiently as he had before. He demanded the doctor fix him. He fitted Clyde with a high-tech, cybernetic prosthetic that could project super-heated plasma. Swearing revenge on his former employers, Clyde methodically eliminated every single member of the Marcone crime family, including Andre Lara, whom he saved for last.
With his thirst for revenge sated, Clyde's returned to doing what he does best.
Cybernetic Arm: Stolen technology from Obsidian International, Clyde's right arm is completely mechanical and grants Clyde several superhuman attributes.
Weapons Master: As an authority on modern warfare, Firearm is a recipient of multi-disciplinary military knowledge from the United States Armed Forces. Thanks to this and continued training, he is a master of many weapons, favoring handheld pistols and knives. Firearm's ever-changing arsenal of weaponry includes various automatic and semiautomatic rifles, and an array of handguns, fragmentation and tear gas grenades, other explosives, and combat knives.
Combat Training: Firearm is a thoroughly seasoned veteran in multiple forms of armed and unarmed combat. He is highly adept in Boxing, Krav Maga, Jujitsu, and kickboxing.