Post by Dante Grixis on Jan 10, 2011 22:11:20 GMT -7
Name: Dante Grixis
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Physical Description:
Dante is tall at six feet, three inches. He has broad shoulders and is an intimidating figure. His eyes are a dark hazel in color, his hair just as dark. He keeps his hair cut short, but not in a buzz cut fashion. His jaw is perpetually covered in stubble. He usually wears his Kevlar armor under a tan duster and a pair of heavy jeans. The visible parts of his body are covered in scars.
Personality: Dante is a quiet individual, unless the situation requires that he talk a lot. When he drinks or smokes he becomes quite sociable. He avoids conflict when he can, but he can certainly hold his own in a gunfight, knife fight or fistfight. He is intelligent, but he is always looking to expand his knowledge. He is incapable of harming someone innocent or someone that cannot defend themselves. He is wise for his young age, although he is one of the oldest people he knows.
Weapons: Colt 1911 .45, a .30-.06 rifle with mounted scope, two combat knives and a pair of brass knuckles.
History: Dante was born some forty years after the apocalypse in the East. Under the remnants of the US Government re received an education before being shipped off to the military, their main goal to create a new world order. At the age of seventeen he was attached to the scout sniper division. As this was the elite force, he was trained in all fields of battle, but he specialized as a field medic. He participated in many battles, earning medals and other honors for his service.
At one such battle, his battalion was charged with reclaiming the old Capital City from the hostile raiders that now inhabited it. During the battle he caught grenade shrapnel in his left cheek, leaving a large scar. He was patched up and put on light duty for a few months. During this time the military was forced to retreat from DC.
When he was put back on the front lines his unit went north to reclaim territory that was now ruled by an autonomous entity. When they arrived Dante didn't see a threat to the government, but a town that was prospering, full of peaceful people trying to survive in a hostile, god forsaken world. The rest of his unit carried out orders, slaughtering anyone that resisted. Dante grabbed a small group and led them out of the city, going AWOL.
At the age of 22 Dante had abandoned the society that had raised him and he went off into the wasteland alone. He survived by using the skills he learned in scout sniper training, and often by sheer luck. He settled in a few small enclaves for a while, but eventually he would always move on. After years of walking, riding the occasional horse, and picking up vehicles and using them until their fuel was spent he found himself in the West. He decided to stay a while, and see what this place had to offer, and he was immediately swept into the vice and evils of the city.
He had never drank to excess, used drugs, or smoked before he came here, but now he does all on a regular basis.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Physical Description:
Dante is tall at six feet, three inches. He has broad shoulders and is an intimidating figure. His eyes are a dark hazel in color, his hair just as dark. He keeps his hair cut short, but not in a buzz cut fashion. His jaw is perpetually covered in stubble. He usually wears his Kevlar armor under a tan duster and a pair of heavy jeans. The visible parts of his body are covered in scars.
Personality: Dante is a quiet individual, unless the situation requires that he talk a lot. When he drinks or smokes he becomes quite sociable. He avoids conflict when he can, but he can certainly hold his own in a gunfight, knife fight or fistfight. He is intelligent, but he is always looking to expand his knowledge. He is incapable of harming someone innocent or someone that cannot defend themselves. He is wise for his young age, although he is one of the oldest people he knows.
Weapons: Colt 1911 .45, a .30-.06 rifle with mounted scope, two combat knives and a pair of brass knuckles.
History: Dante was born some forty years after the apocalypse in the East. Under the remnants of the US Government re received an education before being shipped off to the military, their main goal to create a new world order. At the age of seventeen he was attached to the scout sniper division. As this was the elite force, he was trained in all fields of battle, but he specialized as a field medic. He participated in many battles, earning medals and other honors for his service.
At one such battle, his battalion was charged with reclaiming the old Capital City from the hostile raiders that now inhabited it. During the battle he caught grenade shrapnel in his left cheek, leaving a large scar. He was patched up and put on light duty for a few months. During this time the military was forced to retreat from DC.
When he was put back on the front lines his unit went north to reclaim territory that was now ruled by an autonomous entity. When they arrived Dante didn't see a threat to the government, but a town that was prospering, full of peaceful people trying to survive in a hostile, god forsaken world. The rest of his unit carried out orders, slaughtering anyone that resisted. Dante grabbed a small group and led them out of the city, going AWOL.
At the age of 22 Dante had abandoned the society that had raised him and he went off into the wasteland alone. He survived by using the skills he learned in scout sniper training, and often by sheer luck. He settled in a few small enclaves for a while, but eventually he would always move on. After years of walking, riding the occasional horse, and picking up vehicles and using them until their fuel was spent he found himself in the West. He decided to stay a while, and see what this place had to offer, and he was immediately swept into the vice and evils of the city.
He had never drank to excess, used drugs, or smoked before he came here, but now he does all on a regular basis.
