Name:
Drayn Verandie
Age:
32
Gender:
Male
Species:
Hedgehog
Fur/feather/scale/skin:
Blue fur
Eyes:
Dark yellow
Height:
4'5"
Build:
Above average, muscular
Attire:

Theme Words
First: Gunner
Ability/item 1: 9mm Beretta pistol, sheathed in a brown, cloth strap behind his back, covered by his coat.
Ability/item 2: 9mm Beretta pistol, sheathed in a brown, cloth strap behind his back, covered by his coat.
Second: Combat
Ability/item 1: Relaxed, Drayn is able to focus on the opponent's/opponents' position/positions when in a dark room, or when his opponent/s are in hiding (Stealth devices included). Although it doesn't always work, he can make a rough summary of where.
Ability/item 2: Very good strategic coordination, which makes Drayn a fairly good hand-to-hand fighter.
Third: Assassin
Ability/item 1: Silent steps. It will get very difficult hearing him, although not quite impossible.
Ability/item 2: A 6" long knife, ˝" thick, and 3" wide. Put into a black leather sheath when not supposed to be used, the knife is specifically made to slice through throats rather that stabbing, but should be effective enough to last.
Role Playing
Back-story:
Drayn once was one of these martial artists in training, when he was about 16. Being beaten down so often at his bad neighbourhood school, he had to learn how to defend himself more effectively. He learned very quickly how to fight, faster than average, although it was no record.
Then, after about three years, Drayn finally completed his training, and then he set off to strive after firearms. "You never know..." Drayn always said, when someone asked why. He got his firearms alright, and no specific price for it. He got them legally, and carries his firearms licence at all times, just in case.
Example Post:
Drayn ran away from the angry thugs, that were chasing him. He heard gunshots, chants, screams, what-ever you may come in mind with. Suddenly, a weapon appeared in his hands, and Drayn quickly turned around, and started running backwards. He didn't aim, because that wasn't nessecary, because there were many. Drayn started shooting them, but his bullets were plastic, so they wouldn't kill any, only make them fall to the ground.
Drayn sat down by the table in the back of "Ritz Café". A waitress walked by the table, and asked: "What would you like to have?". Drayn looked towards her, while having his right arm on the table, and his left in his pocket. "Coffee, please." Drayn answered like a normal person. The waitress wrote it down, and walked away.
This post has been edited by Pyroman: 03 May 2009 - 06:48 AM


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