Post by Floyd Lawton on Aug 10, 2013 4:46:32 GMT
The Basics
Name: Floyd Lawton
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Date Of Birth: October 13, 1983
Nationality: American
Hometown: Philadelphia
Occupation: Freelance Mercenary
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Theme Song:
Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Michael Rowe
Height: 5'11
Weight: 179
Hair color: Black
Hair style: short
Eye color: Brown
Skin color: Caucasian
Posture: Dangerous, causal
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: The names of his many victims are tattooed all over his body
Accessories: His eyepatch which is actually a hi-tech laser scope which allows him night vision, infrared, and HUD
Clothes: A black coat (pictured above), This special designed suit for assassination missions which offers limited protection from firearms and bladed weapons and a cooling system for when it gets too hot
Anything Else?
Inner Stuff
Likes:
- Money
- Killing people for money
- Old school Poetry
Dislikes:
- Missing his target
- Killing people for free
- Rap music
Strengths:
- He's one of the world's greatest marksmen
- He's in great physical condition and is quite capable of fighting hand to hand when need be
- He's got plenty of money and plenty of connections
Weaknesses:
- He's haunted by the ghosts of his dead father and brother
- Killing children is the one line he won't cross
- He's lactose-intolerant
Goal(s):
- Kill and get paid doing it
Habits/ Quirks:
- Every time he kills someone, he tattoos their name on his body
- He's often heard whistling
Relationships:
- League of Shadows - fellow mercenaries, though Floyd believes them to be a gang of nutcases
Overview: Even when there's a knife at his throat and a tank full of sharks ready to tear him limb from limb, Floyd Lawton will still be a perfectly relaxed guy making any jokes or snarky remarks that come to mind. He is the world's greatest marksman and never misses his target. If he does miss you, he's guaranteed to hunt you down and make sure you don't spread any unpleasant rumors about him. He cares little for his own skin and will take any risk necessary as long as there's money involved. He has a whole in heart where his brother once was and is constantly plagued with visions and nightmares about the day his brother died and his failure to save him.
He doesn't want anyone to know this as it would soften his reputation, but he donates a considerable amount of his earnings to orphanages.
Other Equipment:
- Wrist Turrets: Floyd possesses two wrist turrets, one on each wrist, that can emit continuous gun shots in less than ten seconds consecutively.
- Long ranged Sniper Rifle with with curare (a lethal poison) laced bullets.
- Grenade Launcher, just in case he needs to blow an obstacle from his line of fire
History
Floyd Lawton always had a certain skill with marksmanship. He would run around the neighborhood, knocking acorns down with a pebble and a slingshot. His older brother said he should be a cop when he grew up, Floyd told him he wanted to be whatever his brother was going to be. His brother from then on said he wanted to be a cop and so did Floyd.
Though Floyd and his brother got along swimmingly, their father was a different matter. He was a plumber and always cursed his lot in life. He was constantly drinking and constantly beating the two boys whenever he felt they were disrespecting him. Their mother had passed on a long time ago so the boys were stuck with him. His brother was always looking out for him though so it helped him through those childhood years.
When Floyd was ten and his brother twelve, they decided to run away together. They waited until their father was passed out from all his drinking and creeped out at the dead of night. Only they didn't get five feet from their house when their father stepped out of the door, brandishing his shotgun. He told them they weren't going anywhere, but Floyd wouldn't accept it. He'd had enough of the man.
He walked toward him, looking defeated, only to pounce when the man's guard was done. The struggle was short, but the impact was forever. A shot was accidentally fired, killing the brother that was rushing over to save him... His father kicked Floyd away, dropped the gun to the ground, and rushed over to his brother's body. "Shit!" the man cursed, "They're going to blame me for this!"
Floyd picked up the stupid man's gun and blew his brains out before the man could even curse his name. That was the first night he killed and he's been killing ever since.
OOC Stuff
Anything Else:
OOC Name: Quetz
Name Color #CCCCB2
Number Of Stars 8
Color Of Stars Red
